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Gather Information: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Society: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Savan does what any normal person would do: he goes and asks for directions to the Flowing Market. The first person he asks is actually headed that way themselves and is happy to lead the group there. Once inside the market, the Catfolk tries to remember what Zarta looks like, so he can describe her to the others.

A catfolk checks his rifles and re-slings it over his shoulder. He nods to Kargoth and Ramona. "Good to see you all again." His voice is a silky purr.

Glancing at the two newcomers, he takes a moment to notice them. "I'm Savan. Pleasure to have you with us. Zarta shouldn't be too hard to find, yeah?" He winks and one of his eyes shifts color to a fiery orange.

Stealth: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

Savan sneaks up the other side while Gilgamesh is distracting them with his approach. Then the catfolk nimbly flips himself up and over the fan to show he can even ward it from above.

Crafting vs DC14: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
4sp!

Warfare Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 *facepalm*

Savan continues trying to lecture them on tactics, only growing more frustrated. He just tries speaking louder, to little avail.

Warfare Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Savan tries to teach the scamps when caltrops are actually be used away from where there are guard patrols.

Savan moves to get a better line on the swarm of scamps and fires again to try and get them to disperse.

Attack (anthem): 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 10 + 1 = 28
Damage (anthem): 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (4) + (2) = 6

◆ Move
◆ Strike
◆ Reload

Savan takes a moment to pull the thorn from his shoulder. He winces and then aims his rifle at the swarm.

Attack (anthem): 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 10 + 1 = 13
Damage (anthem): 1d8 + 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (7) + (4) + 1 = 12 +1 acid

◆ Pull thorn
◆ Strike
◆ Thoughtful Reload (arcana +6)

Savan moves out from behind the hut and takes aim at the scamp near Ramona.

Attack vs Red (anthem): 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 1 = 20
Damage (anthem): 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (1) + (1) = 2 +1 cold

◆ Move
◆ Strike
◆ Thoughtful Reload (RK arcana +6)

Savan moves to the side of the hut, using some of it for cover. He tries to wing one of the scamps to see if he can scare it off.

Attack vs Blue (nonlethal): 1d20 + 10 - 2 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 2 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (5) + (3) = 8 +1 lightning

◇ Energy Shot
◆ Move
◆ Strike
◆ Thoughtful Reload (RK arcana +6, nature +0)

Reflex Save vs SW (DC18): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

No Hero Point at a +5

Savan throws up his hands in frustration.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Savan jumps between two of the scamps. "Hey! Hey! Why don't you take it away from here! Show me which of you is faster. First one to the edge of town wins! Now go!"

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Savan tries to catch some of the dust and blow it back onto the scamps, but can't quite land it on them.

Nah, I was wanting to get Savan to level 3. This won't do it in full, but it's fine.

GM, I forgot Savan has Dubious Knowledge. Added to the Macros Sheet

"I think they were exiled to the swamp for some grim rituals."

"What? My name? Stork-That-Towers is what they call me. Anyways, they're the most dangerous creatures on the planet. Only by mixing mystical might with physical prowess do you even have a chance." She continues to talk about dragons, and the dangers thereof, as they walk.

Savan looks a bit surprised, though he gives a small nod. "I don't know about the most dangerous creatures on the planet. I've met a couple and they seem mostly friendly if a bit over-obsessed with being dragons. But my friend Gwen knows them better. She finds them quite cute."

LOL. GM and I have several "Dragonkin" kobold characters, who will very much tell you about being Dragons.

A catfolk enters and unslings a rifle from his shoulder. He takes a seat and begins to check it and then polish it. His voice is a soft purr when it comes out. "Pleasure to meet you both -- Banjo included, of course. I am Savan." He nods his head, barely looking at the rifle as his hands move in a quick and efficient manner. You watch as sparks dance in his eyes and then bloom into an sky blue.

Macros/slides done!

Chronicle looks good. Thanks for the game!

Savan nods. "Come with us, we'll introduce you to others in the Society."

Savan reloads his rifle and then fires at the Warden again.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (5) + (3) = 8

◆ Reload
◆ Strike
◆ Reload

I forgot Savan's sickened penalty. -1 to his attacks

Seeing the broom go accost someone else, Savan levels his rifle at the Warden. He didn't want to hurt her, but this needed to end. He fires in a loud explosion. He reloads and tries to put a second bullet into her.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (4) + (2) = 6 +1 fire

Attack: 1d20 + 10 - 5 ⇒ (1) + 10 - 5 = 6
Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (1) + (3) = 4

◆ Strike
◆ Reload
◆ Strike

Savan was attacking the yellow broom. I don't know if that matters with an attack roll of 15 though.

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Just the look of the Warden churns Savan's stomach. He steps back and aims at the broom in front of him. He fires and then reloads.

Attack vs Yellow: 1d20 + 10 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 10 - 1 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (7) + (4) = 11 +1 fire damage

◆ Step
◆ Strike
◆ Reload

Savan spreads out and moves to engage the pair of brooms on the other side of the room. He fires at one and reloads as he watches the reaction.

Attack vs Green: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (4) + (2) = 6
Crit Damage, if needed: 1d12 + 1d4 ⇒ (8) + (2) = 10 Fatal dice: 1d12 ⇒ 9

◆ Move
◆ Strike vs Green
◆ Thoughtful Reload (RK vs the brooms, Arcana +6, Occultism +6)

"Because whatever you have experienced here, you do still care for the other poppets here and want what is best for them. "

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Congrats! I hope it went well and you had fun.

Savan steps into the room. "My apologies for the intrusion, Madam Warden. I'm Savan, and these are my friends. We believe you may be in some danger here in the house as the magic has become unstable. We ourselves need to get out, but we also think it might be the best for all of you to leave. This is your domain, so we beg your blessing to depart."

Savan heads up the stairs. At the door, he pauses while the others catch up and then tries the door. Finding it locked, he decides that perhaps some stealth is required and tries to defeat the lock.

Thievery: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Seamless, things here have finally been changing. While exciting, that might mean the magic is breaking down. We are here to help you get out. We need your help to convince the Warden to lead everyone out fo the dollhouse."

Arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Savan picks up the tooth. "I think it's a wolf fang?"

Warfare Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 Going to take that as close enough to Martial Lore
Hero point: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Savan looks at the sorry state the cells are in and turns to Full-Plate. "Is this how you care for your assignment?! It's sloppy and I can only assume you're sloppy too! Is that how it is? You have no prisoners, so you stop making any effort? All you can think about is these empty rooms?"

He spins his rifle in a flourish, presenting it. "Your turn, let me see that sword and armor!" He casts a glare at Full-Plate. "Sloppy! Again! You've got rust spots and chips all along your armor! You're wallowing in despair while your fellow poppets need your leadership! A soldier isn't just their duty post or their equipment. They are ready to take on the unknown and be strength their company can rely on. Can they rely on you, soldier? Doesn't look that way. You need a group of ragtag intruders to rouse your Warden instead of you taking command of the field. Because you can barely take care of yourself!"

"Do you know where the Warden is?" Savan glances around. "Who uses these rooms over here? B2"

Savan doesn't know much about cooking, but he can see the precise measurements and knows how critical it can be when making gunpowder. He tries to help Chef Basil organize and ensure he has everything at the proper time.

Crafting: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Despite his fouling up the Chef's system, he sits down and tries the meal. "Chef, what about you? Surely you must taste your own creation!"

Did Savan's RK check reveal anything? Dubious Knowledge should give him something even on a fail.

Savan pivots and levels his rifle at the White mouse. He reloads quickly and then fires on it again.

Attack vs White: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + (1) = 3

Attack vs White: 1d20 + 10 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 10 - 5 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (1) + (4) = 5

◆ Strike vs White
◆ Thoughtful Reload (Recall Knowledge: Nature +0)
◆ Strike vs White

At the sound of battle, Savan unslings his rifle and his eyes dance with sparks of electricity. He darts in with his rifle at the ready, suddenly feeling a bit like a toy soldier. At least I don't have a funny hat.

The gunslinger levels his rifle at the mouse in front of him and fires in a loud explosion. His years of training kick in and he immediately reloads his rifle as he watches the mouse react to the shot.

Attack vs Blue: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 1d4 ⇒ (4) + (2) = 6 +1 electricity

◇ Energy Shot
◆ Move
◆ Strike
◆ Thoughtful Reload (Free Recall Knowledge with Dubious Knowledge: Nature +0, Arcana +6)

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

"Come now, there's lots of you to see in the world. Have you ever even seen a rifle like this?" Savan spins the rifle around his arm, catching it with sharp movement, snapping it vertically, then twirling it again in a silent drill.

If it has to be a tumble through, Savan will do that. I just thought the rifle drill was more apt.

Second vote for A2

"But everyone here is friendly, right? I mean, you all know each other, so if you introduce us, there's no reason for them to be hostile, right?" Savan nods at Zdenek's suggestion to move into the larger room.

Alarmed at their transformation, Savan checks his rifle and ammunition. He finds that everything is in order and breathes a sigh of relief. He turns to their greeter. "Who is the 'The Warden'? You say that others don't know they're in a dollhouse?"

Savan studies the large dog with some trepidation. Easy the catfolk thinks to himself.

He turns to examine the dollhouse, his geniekin eyes shifting from a bright orange to a cold stone-gray. "This was just sitting in the vaults for years? A gift from a queen? And now it's somehow activated?"

He straightens, shouldering his rifle. "Sorry, I'm Savan. What do you think it does?"

Arcana +6 or Crafting +6 to learn about the dollhouse?

I got it! Thanks for a wonderful game as always!

Savan shrugs. "I mean, if they're confined here, then why not?" He rolls his eyes at Crinkle. "Something tells me even if we eject them, they'll still cause trouble. At least here we know where to find them."

Good point. Let's finish this.

Hero Point (bard): 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 10 + 1 = 27
I forgot the +1 to damage. Total damage should be 7.

What Savan didn't consider, however, is Tonta trying to pre-emptively dodge out the way. Tonta throws himself back, unfortunately right into the path of the bullet.

"Ok, let's finish this." Savan reloads his rifle and fires at the last one. Something on the wind shifts though and his shot goes wide.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 1 = 14
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

◆ Reload
◆ Strike
◆ Reload

"Do it again, Zelphari!" Savan takes a risk in reloading his rifle and then turns to fire on Toshiro again.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 10 + 1 = 29
Normal Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 +1 Acid
Crit Damage, if needed: 1d12 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 +1 Acid Extra Fatal damage: 1d12 ⇒ 6

◆ Reload (Will Provoke)
◆ Step
◆ Strike vs Toshiro

Savan admires Zelphari's technique. "Hey, that's pretty smart. But I don't have the strength for that. I'll settle for this." He raises his rifle and fires on the tanuki in the corner.

Attack vs Red: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 +1 electricity damage

Attack vs Red: 1d20 + 10 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 10 - 5 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 +1 acid damage

◇ Energy Shot
◆ Strike vs Red
◆ Thoughtful Reload (Society+6?)
◆ Strike vs Red

"Whoa, this is a pretty small ring. But fine, it'll do " Savan checks that his rifle is loaded and prepares for the onslaught.

What are we fighting? Tanukis?

Savan unslings his rifle. "I mean, if you want trial by combat, ok. It's gonna get loud."

We're choosing combat? Savan is better at that anyway, I just didn't think he's choose to shoot anyone on a whim.