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Good day prospector and employer. My name is Roland Morgan of Orchards Port. I have skills that would be most useful in venturing westward. I know the wilderness, way round a barrel, and my only direction is forward. Attached you will find a copy of my personal letter and resume.
Thank ye for yer time
Roland

As time goes by, Roland silently leads the way. Every once in a while he turns to ensure his companions remain.

It remains quiet aside from grunts from Jane, Notches burts, and abupt but-ins from the elf.

Roland, brief as can be, attempts at some comradory,"So... What's everyone's game here?"

As soon as it leaves his lips he gives a jerk no to himself, knowingly opening the door on HIS life.. Shoot!

Hmm.. Well that's everyone. Best to head on out and setup a plan.

Roland walks to the front and takes charge of the train.

"Well now.. Unless anyone objects, I reckon ill drive. Any inputs?"

Cap.. Er Morgan appears to put one knee up on wheel while resting an arm over leg.

The wind blows westward, against the brim of his hat, Gimlis.. Scratch that.. Notches beard, the patterned rug, and Inks and cart.

"Nows as good as time as ever."

Roland clutches his brim and hat tightly. "Roland Ma'am. Roland Morgan, Lawman of Silver Orchard." He takes a breath and swallows, before looking to the dwarf.

Roland takes off his hat and gestures back, almost a shaken.

He mutters to his newfound companions,"Now that's a woman."

Roland slowly waves back.

"Aye, it seems we are all here.. Save for the gal. We have a few moments it seems to ourselves before we head off."
Please make any last minute purchases.

"I promise you they're very much real and if the bite doesn't know you away, the venom and infection will. As I said, we will finish out tonight, and since we are all in order, we can set off tomorrow, if Janes has all affairs in order too."

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Hmm..
"I knew this place peaked my eyes. These fuzzy creatures are in affect deadly and rabid."[

"... Well.. I thought like most taverns, the name of the establishment, isn't usually quite so literal..
I'd suggest you buy any other supplies you may need for yourself. I brought my own steed to accompany. Other than that. Takes turns leading the caravan, taking watch, and the sort. This won't be my first convoy, so I'll share some experience. My word of wisdom is to not get stuck in the mud, brace the wind, and face tomorrow with a strong head.
If you all will be ready tomorrow, I'm sure we can set off then.

Roland nods his head in assure meant.
If Notch is ready then we may after tonight. I'd like to how is one last oppurtunity to purchase supplies, discuss travel guides, roles, and other matters.
[b]"I saw a decent standing establishment, the Rabbits Hole, nice enough furnishing and people. Let's go there.
The Rabbits Hole is conservative in style. A table is ready with water and waitress to take orders stands when ready.

[b]"Hmm... Well we have a few days. We may as well plan our courses of action. I'll saddle up and find a place where we can discuss these matters. I need a shot of scotch for the trip down. And another hearty meal before show time may not be such a bad idea.

Hmm..
[b] "Well.. I'll have my gear ready to throw in the caravan. I've all but just about purchased everything I will need. Maybe some good tobacco n chew, and some drinks to boot. My horse is reliable and strong."
A female companion will be nice. The stench of an old dwarf may have been too much too bear. Ive heard they're friendly enough. As for the other man.. Quiet and self reliant, perfect best man.
I join the man to the door.

Suppose he's right.. I let out a cough and more savory sigh.
"So Mol, since this is a government sponsored campaign. What resources will be supplied?"

Roland look to the man, at the group, and to the man again. He raises his brow and puts a leaf of tobacco in his lip.
"If it must be so."
He inhales the fresh scent and closes his eyes in thought. The prospect of traveling with people, companions as this Mol.. person says. No he must forgive himself for all those years ago. It is time to end this lone stranger act. It was those thugs from Team Rocket, who he'll swear will pay..

A man stands outside. The wind brushes his hair, swaying slightly against the brim of his hat. The vegetated dim straw flies away, at this time, the cowboy walks into the establishment and takes his supposed place among the gathered group. The man lowers his hat and drops his rifle alongside, the barrel parallel to him standing itself. He drops a letter in the center of the Oakleaf table and turns to the prospective looking man.
"I am Roland." He let's out with a grunt.

Good day prospector and employer. My name is Roland Morgan of Orchards Port. I have skills that would be most useful in venturing westward. I know the wilderness, way round a barrel, and my only direction is forward. Attached you will find a copy of my personal letter and resume.
Thank ye for yer time
Roland
Resume and letter is simply your background and stats.

Hey ther fellow adventuries and lassies. My names Roland and I'll be joining you in your campaign. I'm stoutly built at a twenty point buy as RAW in the pathinder adventure books. No eastern play will be found here as of now. Looking forward to meeting you all!!

20 point buy
No eastern classes or equipment

Here's the most current census! Take a look!
Tritan is a republic, where freedom and democracy rule. Its ruler or spokesperson is Grand Chancellor Siditine. He has been fair in his rule for the short time Tritan has been a republic. The first leader of Tritan, however, was the Militant leader was George Marious. He promised to step down after the Republic had won its statehood but was slain in the final battle in Lennysburg. Once that was over, the Senate decided to elect a Grand Chancellor who promised to unite the states, to bring order and balance.
Brownsville was the first town to be founded and settled in Mountain Buckle. Mt. Brown, standing at a staggering 20,000 ft can be seen out at sea before any of the main coasts. Being founded by people searching for freedom and prosperity, the city of Brownsville is a place where individuality and hard work are encouraged as a way of life. The more dominative humans are not as prominent in the city of Brownsville. Instead, the lesser folk, Dwarves, Halflings, and the seldom wanted half elves, manage to thrive. Census; 30% Dwarf, 25% Halfling, 15% Human, 25% Half-Elf, 5% Elf
NPCs: Barney D. Rumble: Dwarf, wife is Betty, Senator and Mayor of Brownsville. Mole Tommison: awkward child kicking around a squirrel skinned ball Sylvestor Kovak: diehard union pusher, will do anything for the people. Adam K. Rockefeller: ruthless business man who will do anything for the right price.
Homerland, the seat of the Senate, Tritan’s capital, and is the world’s first bastion of freedom. Homerland was setup as the states’ capital due to its central location on the coast. The city square based on ancient Volian architecture is a marvel in terms of social and artistic fields. The rest of the city however, is quite modernized. With new living areas, bazaar, militant garrison, and fortifications, the city is the most formidable and respectable in the known world. Census; 65% Human, 20% Elven, 10% Halfling, 5% Dwarf, 5% Half-Elf. NPCs: Grand Chancellor Siditine: Ruler of Senate and Tritan. Jean Leauc Worf: critical citizen believes in the ideals of Tritan. Tiberious Checkov: revolutionary and will fight for the ideals of Tritan. Percy P. Percival: Senator of Homerland and ominous fellow.
Bay St. Carl was once a Kador spice and slave center, it was taken by the Tritan revolutionaries as the first military campaign of the war. Now one of the most valuable areas in all of Mountain Buckle, it provides much of the resources for the people of Tritan. Census; 45% Human, 35% Elf, 10% Half-Elf, 5% Dwarf, 5% Halfling NPCs: Linus and Mark: explorers, best of friends, Linus is an Elf and Mark a Dwarf, always in their favorite. Long John Sanders: An often misunderstood benevolent hood of the sea. Jack B. McDonald: Halfling captain extraordinaire scourge of all seadogs. Minnie Bunny: First female senator of Tritan and a Traditionalist.
Silver Orchard, town of the twin river, changing climates force the Buckle River to alternate flowing direction twice each year. This makes Silver Orchard the perfect supplier of lumber from the Nibleheim Forest to Homerland. The lake and forest also offer terrific game. The area is also considered a top of the line getaway. Beauty appreciating Elves and well-off Halflings take advantage of the natural serenity. Census; 20% Human, 30% Elf, 25% Halfling, 15% Half-Elf, 5% Dwarf. NPCs; Sig Mandrill: Off time inventor on time farmhand Axel Whalin: Professional lumberjack distrustful to strangers and trees. Alia Eagle: widower of her husband Storm and open armed lady. Waldin W. Pecker: Hedonist and Senator, lover of the finer things.
Lennysburg, the silver of the south, this city was the last to fall from Kador rule. The spoils, resources, and accommodations made sure that the winning Tritan militia could set up shop, so to speak. Now a bustling trade town that rivals Bay St. Carl, it is the only place in all of Mountain Buckle where you can literally get whatever you want regardless of rarity or morality. Census; 45% Elves, 20% Humans, 20% Halfling, 10% Half-Elves, 5% Dwarf. NPCs: Huck Clemmins: a lone youth looking for adventure. Hester Pearl: single mother and holy woman. Albus Camazotz: opportunist and morally depraved wizard. Dick Mutley: Despicable and unappealing senator, his doings shrouded in speculation.
Moonwell Pass, a righteous and intractable people, these folk dedicate their lives to the sanctity and order of the Patron god, Heironeous. The village was founded by Tay Astley; a crusader, holyman, and revolutionary, is sitting on of what was Guma Guma; the largest native outpost on known Mountain Buckle. With steeples higher than the trees that are made of, the town of Moonwell Pass imposes Heironeous’s will on the unknown frontier to the west. Census: 65% Humans, 15% Dwarf, 5% Elf, 5% Half-Elf, 5% Halfling. NPCs: Tay Astley: Infallible and righteous old man. Little K and KK: Free thinking spirit and his musical cat. Barry Strong: Eldest of three brothers and minister of the church. Yosemite Leghorn: Proud traditionalist and frontiersman, senator of town.

The news!
Linus and Mark, Elven Ranger and Dwarven Fighter, are both already renowned explorers and sailors.
Disruption in the states and international community

Uncanny and rare in the public eye

Technology?!

I hope you all are looking forward to it.
Yeehaw!

"alright"

As the two finish their dialogue Riland looks forward hoping to put this night to rest.

"Perhaps. let us finish gigs task at hand then we may discuss pleasantries."

"Yes. Please follow a distance behind. Purely precautionary. Alaya, stay back and lead with the crowd, and I'll stay up more front on point."
Thankful, that the crowd stayed a crowd and not a mob. With Alaya's words and her charisma, Roland hopes the people will keep their cool and that the situation has died down.

"For now we are fine. Just keep it going for now, and I believe together with your inspiring words, we can keep the people at bay, at ease."

"Thank you very much Alaya. Now rest assured, everything has been done that we can do. As long as we work together we will make it through this ordeal all together."

Diplomacy 1d20 ⇒ 8
Roland tries his best to reach the crowd, bu it seems the terror of being attacked and out in the rain is almost too much to bear.
"We are doing our best securing the town. Number one priority is safety so please bear with me. Alaya, help me here.."

Roland tries to fare as best he can and answer their inquiries. He relays his companions have been in te town and cleanly up as best they can.

Roland also slips a quick glance in Eliza's direction, checking on his 'fair maiden' extending his hand in her general direction.

"Ay, good to see you all safe, now again let's be out of the weather. Good to see you to Rogar. I havn't seen any more goblins around nor our companions."
Roland offers his Han to anyone in need of aid.

Oops my bad.
"Yes it seems so. Let's get out of the foul weather and check on morale back in town."
Roland is now reassured at the fact everyone is safe.

"Aye easy going friends. I be not an an enemy."
Perception1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Roland stands his ground as he raises a reassuring hand.

Roland approaches the individuals.
"Have ye had any trouble this way?" Roland asks in a concerned manner.

"It shall be done."
Roland and with Alaya's presence leave at once.

Roland nods in agreement.

"Unless anyone has any objections, you come with us on our ship. We'll sail out when the storm breaks and figure this thing out."

"So what are we to do now? I havn't the faintest idea of what this is."{

Will1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Knowledge1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
"Gah! What is this?" Roland feels a cold chill crawl down his spine and begins to sweat, right from the brow.

Roland nods in agreement. He and the party gather and watch as they open the case together.

Roland takes the pistols into his inventory.
"Well let's gather what we can. Why did these come here and attack? What is so important about this case?"

"I only hope you helped him more than I."

Roland will collect any left over gunpowder, parts, and weapons to his armory.

"Well let's check this thing out then friend. How's this poor man doing now? I've done all about I can. Unless you or Alaya can help."
Roland goes about the goblins himself, to see if his search can come up with anything.
Search 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Hey Alaya. You have any of those magic spells left you can use?The guy's in a bind."
As Rolan let's Alaya work her magic, Rolad goes about reloading his weapons as the chaos ends.

"Hang in there guy.."
Roland draws down his weapon and tends to the injured man wounds as best he can.
Heal 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
"Alaya, please do what you can to assist with him. Let's search the fallen beasts and see if we can find anything of use. Gerald, Adrian, any input?"

"Die beastie.."
Attack1d20 + 6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 3 + 1 = 18
Damage1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6

"Alaya tend to the man! Let's get this last foul mouse men!"

"Stand down sir!"
Roland shifts his aim at the last two goblins, and focuses his mind.
Roland is using one point of his writ to add his wisdom modifier.
Attack 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Attack 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"Of course sir."
Confirm1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Damage4d8 + 12 ⇒ (2, 8, 5, 4) + 12 = 31

"Oh shoot! ...pun... Gun Crit!"

As Roland jumps back briefly he raises his revolvers yet again.
Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
The new damage reflects the change in the updated gunslinger class.

Attack Roll1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Damage1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Attack Roll1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Roland takes deep breath, before exhaling slowly for each shot, among center mass at the frontmost goblins once again.

"Aye. I'll hold these buggers here down. You two, Alaya and Adrian, get the others. Now.. Burn in hell."

Goddesses
1. Mary, real Jesus's mom
2. Liberty, real statue of liberty
For what it's worth.