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I notice the number of messages in this post when I go to post in my active game and so will see if there are any posts in the gameplay thread.

I don't think our DM is returning. I find it disappointing when they just disappear without at least coming on to say something. Group applications are so competitive that I usually put between six and ten hours into making a character. I think we at least deserve a notice that the DM is bowing out.

It's been so long now that I've pretty much lost that excitement I had over playing Scraps and I'm not sure what I would do if he returned at this point. It's a real shame because you guys certainly don't deserve to be forgotten.

I'm sorry that things are working out this way as I enjoyed playing with each of you. I will of course keep an eye on these threads and will definitely pop in if a significant number of posts show up in the gameplay thread.

If I have no target, I would prefer that Scraps not fire. It will save me a gold and a lot of noise. I see no reason that she would have fired if the mite was already gone.

I can't of when I last rolled over a 10 on a d20 on this site. Pitiful, pitiful me. 8(

Scraps fires her loaded rifle at the Mite retreating down the tunnel.

How about I do that again with a semi-colon instead of a comma.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 121d10 ⇒ 9

I think you'll need lower than a 15 to hear this however.

Scraps is fine with giggling. She's not a big fan of death.

Scraps loads her rifle as Wallop gets out his staff sling and trundles along behind him.

Stealth 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Scraps looks down at the hole, wondering what the catman expected of mites.

"We lived inna burrow like dat before da fire couple years ago. Dey say Widow Slownod's cow knocked ova a lantern. Smell of smoke near drove ma crazy after and so we move unda tha bridge."

Looking up at the catman, she beams, "I so glad I not haf ta live like dat agains."

I check in every day but only need to write something about once a week. I've not given up yet, but it definitely has that...not going much further feeling to it.

I have finals in three weeks. Pass or fail out of school. I will be here every 1-2 days to see what's going on but won't post unless I need to.

Scraps watches each of her friends cross the bridge, her heart in her throat. The lack of trolls swarming from beneath it to gobble them all down reassures the young goblin and she crosses.

Well, she gets her ass and pushes it ahead of her, running to keep up with the beast.

Scraps will approach the bridge cautiously, looking to see if there is anything amiss with the bridge. She was much more comfortable with the rickety one and doesn't understand why someone would build a perfectly good bridge and then leave it lying around.

Perception 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

I really don't know what I did to the die roller on this site. I must have throttled it in a past life for it to hate me so.

Is Kressel conscious yet?

Scraps eyes the bridge warily, suspicious that something must be up.

Turning to Aaron, she asks, "We be awful far inta the forest. Who be makin all these bridges?

Considering the party to be an off and on scary place, Scraps will try to make friends with all three of the strangers. It should not slow her down much if they don't want to talk to her as Scraps is quite adept at carrying on full conversations with her ass. Listening to Scraps has no bearing on the amount she speaks.

One bullet dodged. I took my Medical Micro final today and did quite well I think. I was supposed to take it last week but they had the poor grace to schedule the test right in the middle of my nervous breakdown over Pathology and had to call in sick.

"Scraps be thinkin this be a great place ta sleep. I wanna check an see what be aroun here."

Scraps leads her ass over to a patch of grass where he can munch on dinner. Having completed her camping preparations, Scraps grabs her rifle and ducks into the forest to look around.

I am sorry that I've been gone for a few days. I've had a bit of a stress breakdown from school and am just starting to get my legs underneath me. I did not do well on my Pathology midterm. While the class average is usually a 70, and I was hoping for a 60 or so, I don't think I made it. I will find out tomorrow or Monday how bad the damage is. As I believe I've said, every one of these tests are make or break and so you can imagine how hard I've been hit. 125 people were dismissed last year because of this class and I'm struggling not to be one of them.

Please bot Scraps for another couple of days while I get my bearings back. I'll make it through this, it's just going to take a few days.

Scraps sits down at the bridge beside the river and begins to make Sand/Mud Castles. Once she builds her walls, she makes little figures out of tied blades of grass and puts them up on the battlements. She even folds the grass together into little horse shapes and puts grass men on them.

Once her castle is done, she moves over about ten feet and begins working on her Numerian war camp. She makes little huts and lean-to's out of sticks and twigs and then ties more little men and dogs.

She seems quite engrossed by this behavior and seems very good at it, her quick, nimble fingers twisting grass at an impressive rate.

It's been a week with no post from the DM. I'd really like to keep this game too. Anything can happen for a week - may other DM hasn't gotten anything in during the last week either. Maybe there's still hope. 8)

It seems like just yesterday that I was letting everyone know I had tests coming up. Well, it's that time again.

Pathology Test 2 - 5/13
Microbiology Final - 5/17

I need at least a 60 on the Micro final which should be doable.

I'd like to get at least a 70 on the Path test. Class average is usually right around there and I am usually 3-4 points below that. I'll be okay as long as I make a 63.

I study every day, but I'm going to be studying even more until these tests, and especially starting the 11th. I will still post once a day, but they won't be long philosophical debates in goblin. 8)

Scraps gives the bridge a very dubious look.

"Missee, do ya sees any other ways across? Scraps doan like ricketee bridge."

I mentioned that my other character speaks only in rhyme and so I thought I'd post an example since I'm kind of proud of it. We probably argue as much in that party as this one as the party consist of:

1) a faerie paladin princess (me)
2) a future Red Cap gnome
3) a "not quite but almost evil" bleachling gnome
4) an Ulfen Skald who's career has mostly been fighting hags and fey
5) a retired dwarf soldier
6) a hermit wizard who's wife was killed by fey

Not us of course, different fey. Still, it's usually three on three so you can imagine what happens.

Yeah, it's the Reign of Winter AP. We are all required to play vikings or something from their culture and this is what we came up with. My character history is all written in the Norse style and took something like eight hours. 8(

Anyway, this is an argument my character Hilde got into with the Skald.

"The words of Wynter,
with forked tongue speak.
for normal lies they cannot tell,
but only those with magic's reek.

In this wood, men fear to go
lest faeries trick their souls,
are thou certain these men died
free of mind, for their own goals?

My soul weeps tears of sadness,
my mind cries out in silent pain,
that Ulfen blood should ever sell,
kin and honor for their own gain."

The bleachling speaks in rhyme as well, but only when addressing me. I think he writes better than I do. And then the hermit really only yells. - Well, the two of them mutter a lot too, as well as the dwarf. It's been a fairly involved AP and the DM expects rather a lot of us. 8)

Sorry about my post. It was the second time I'd posted it and it was late. The boards ate my post after I'd spent about an hour writing it. I kind of broke the fourth wall there, but I'd been studying a long time and was loopy. As to Scraps' broken English, sure I can tone it down. It's actually a pain to write that way. I've been trying to roleplay a 7 INT which means a lot more than not speaking clearly. One example is really hair-brained plans like this one - the kind it would take a goblin to think are brilliant. I'll speak more normally and will translate some of my more frequently used words.

Scraps looks around at everyone and blinks.

"What I be sayin is instead o attackin straight on, mebee (maybe) Wallop, Caderin an I go in first an act like we friends. We say we part o gobbin/hobgobbin tribe that got kilt(killed) by venturers (adventurers). We kin (can) tell them that you be comin from completely wrong direction and get they defense set up wrong way. Then, when you attack, we make a big mess of everything and attack from the inside.

Wallop could dress up like a hobgobbin by wearing black clothes and having a helmet that is way to big. If he rides Caderin, which looks like a warg, then they will think he's really a hobgobbin. That way I not have to go alone. Also, Caderin can talk with missee (Aerynne) and keep her in the know bout what is happenin.

Or mebee we get there an find out that there aren't many of them, an then we don't worries an just fights em."

So, sorry about being so tough to read. I hadn't meant to make anyone take 20 minutes to read anything. The trick is to read everything out loud as many words are spelled phonetically. She drops her "g" from "ing" and usually her "d" from "and", "hand", etc. She can't pronounce Aerynne or Caderyn, which is why I call her Missee and mispell his name. I was trying to be characterful, but it's not worth upsetting everyone else. It will also be a relief, as my character in the other PBB I play speaks only in rhyme and those posts frequently take me an hour or more to write. Sorry. 8)

Scraps seems very agitated and flips through her pack, throwing her belongings onto the ground. she pulls out a sign which reads I will hold out posting until.... and throws it on the ground. Beneath it was Scraps nods here head.....and that's all you see before it's in the dirt.

Next comes Scraps be saying dis one more time..... and then it's on the ground, followed by her last sign What be happenin ta me post? She gets particularly angry at this one, throws it on top of the others and stomps up and down until they are well an truly deders. Grabbin up her litter, she stomps over to Gerran.

"Now you listen here cat-man. I already tell you this once, jes like other day and you not listenin, jes like other day. You seem ta think Scraps is all mouf when me is not all mouf an me djaw bone be gettin tireder. I'z say this one moar time and then you have make plan to do sumptim simples.

Runnin over to get Wallop, she drags him back to Gerran, while telling him how frustrated she was that he didn't listen to her either. Back at Gerran, Scraps stands beside Wallop and tries to draw her height up to maybe reach 3 feet.

"kk, here be the deal. It a bit complicated, but I'm sure you smarties can get it. Mites be half fey so they not scare easy and they a bit tough to fight cause many weapon ping on em. However, they look jes like Blues, which are not so hard ta fight.

Now, I gots me stuff algether right heres. We needs get some black clothes for Wallop and maybe a helm two size too big. He can use dat big sword in one hand and swing it aroun a lot an it work once he climb up on dat big smrt woof. I'z come in an say, 'Oooo, ourn clan just get wipped out by some awful angry ventrures. (all the monster races hate venturers cause you always win an get res spells an all.) Now they be headin disa way. We think gonna outrun em despite Klobberdrool here bein a Hob DweadWider. There must be bout 6 of them - a whole party! You knows what dat means? They divide up treasure real quick-like from my bandit and now comin this way.

They screamin bout some kinda jewelree or ring or some such and how a bunch o blues steel it from dem. Dey say it belong one o der mammas and dey kill blues what took it.

Waaait a secondddd - you peeples all be blue. Ya, I knows ya be mites, but do deys know ya be mites? It mite be a bite confusid when they get here and all dey see is blue. I's green, so maybe I okay. Not sure though, they had a stumpy wit em.

You wan me an hob ta be fightin wit yu? Why I be doin dat, it be danger and how can you win? dey be venturures and tet tings like rerolls an such. Any o you gots a reroll? I dinnae think so. I gots two, an hobs 3 but that cause he a DweadWrider - he gots a PrC even. Man, you blues, I means mites, gotta be keepin up I's thinkin.

So let me gets this straight, you got dere treasure an you wan us to fight to pertect it? What do I cares. It not be my treasure and you not be my clans. Maybe you nots even have treasure. Eh? you say you show it ta me? Hmmmf, well, I know they's missin ring, so you show me ring. Ifn you got it, I holds on tae it until end o battle to make sure I not get knif in me back at end.

Na, ha ahahaha, I know you is trustable. E veryone in dese wood be trustable, I'z sure. Still, me ma say, don't eat nutin you already et twice, so maybe you get me dat ring and we have maybe deel."

Looking around at the party, her gaze is particularly elated, having devised this absolutely fool-proof plan. And all of the Mites are fools, so it is guaranteed!

"So, now all we's gotta do is get Master Wallop up on that big Waaargg over dere with him big sword and a big sheild. Need big helmet, that be mandatorian. Then henwoofnI go out and meet us some mites and you come attack us n day after tomorra when we be ready for ya. We can send de waargg out to take messages back and firth. You see, it work like dream."

I will hold out posting until things have moved further along. The other game I play in is having a party conflict as well and I'm trying to make sure the two conversations stay separate. I may have to space out my posting throughout the day so that Scraps doesn't start sounding like my fey.

Scraps nods her head at what each person says. At Aerynne's suggestion, she turns to get her ass. Throwing what little she owns on its back, she climbs up its side after.

Once on the road, she will trot next to Gerran, leaving her spot at the back for the first time since Olaf's.

"Cat-man, I not sure I be unerstandin what ya be sayin earlier. All dat about repenteness and respekt an watnot. Thar be no ways ye can writ down laws cause dey be changin all de time. One law fer de nobleman, one fer de merchent, nother fer Scraps. Scraps gonna just let that go though.

Scraps not so worried bout who be guilty an how much dough. I's be more worried bout who decides. I's not okay wit someones lookin at mes an sayin, 'Oooooo, I be's seein yer sole an yer bein a baddun.' Well, Scraps not care bout dat so much, that happin lots. I's not likes it when sumone be cuttin me head off fer it after though."

Scraps be sayin dis one moar time so be listen up good. Ifn it get et again, I not have time to retype its.

Scraps looks up at Gerran, listening very careful to his words. After, she spends a moment thinking over what he's said, mulling it around in her mind. "I thinks I be unerstandin what ye be sayin. We capture a big bad an if we lets it go free, it eats other peoples and that no good. You sayin when we catch peoples not so bad, we can mebbee help dem, ifn it be safe." She nods slowly, but still looks a little doubtful.

When Marius joins the conversation, she pays his words equal attention, listening carefully and nodding throughout. "Yu be sayin that peoples which done wrong mus be punished. You wanna do it quicklike ta make it easier on dem an us. Scraps not know much about Law cept ta know it be mighty complicationed. Ifn a man be tired an wanna take a res ona bench, Scraps seen for laws: Ifn it a noble, he relax on da bench, this okay. Ifn he be a bitinessman, this okay fer a bit, but then guard tell him move along or he be loiterin. Ifn it be a child, the guard pop him on head an say gettin home or get woopin. Den, ifn be Scraps, she get throne out o da city and told never come back. Which be da Law?"

Finally, she listens very carefully to Morgrym, despite the hostile, mocking tone. Here too, she nods and pays very close attention. She has none of the uncertainty here however. "Devil man say you got gift from Torag that let you see inna peoples soul. Tell you how clean it be an what color it tis. I dinnae know about this Torag person or dis gift but I do know some things."

Walking over to Wallop, she smiles. "You an Missee unerstand Mercy an ye looks at the world as a new place ta find new things. I think you be likes me and mebbee one day you thinks that too."

Looking to Gerran, her eyes go up and up until she finds his. "You unerstand Right an Wrong which be very impertant. Me thinks you be okay wit this ta guide yas and I thinks Is trustin you. Me hopes I kin keeps trustin you."

To Marius she says, "You be a right smart one and dat type always scary. Yer unerstand the Law though an it be improtent, even if it not always be fair. Time tell if ye be fair but I suspectin the Law mean much ta you. Me ma says people that think traditions be fair are okays cause fairness be writ inta those traditions. I's thinkin we be seein soon enuff."

Finally, she walks over to Morgrym. "Da halflin and Missee unerstan Mercy. The cat-man unerstand Right n Wrong. Da devil man unerstan Tradition and da Law. I thinks I knows what you be unerstandin. You unerstand Hatred. I nots know exactly where I keeps me soul, but I's guessin it be inside me somewheres. I nots unerstand how ye see the color o a peoples soul ifn ye can't see pass the outside o em. How I knows yer can see souls? Jes you and devil man say you can but anyone kin say dey can. Even ifn ye kin see souls, how I know you saw whats you see? Mebee one day you jump up an holler, 'Lordy everone! I finally see Scraps soul an it be all blackness! Quick, killer now!' an then I be deaded, jes like those men before and this womans here."

Turning to Gerran before the storm erupts, she says, "Cat-man, I thinks you an devil man need ta write down da Law on when someone is ta die an who decides. I thinkin killin be moar important than six strangers standin in a circle deciding whatever works for da times. Mebbee ye writes who decides an why and how many haf ta decide. Maybe then Scraps can see if she think it right. Until then, Scraps papers say I come here, explore, and stop banditin. I not think it say I hafta kill everyone I suspect be a bandit. I do think it say I hafta stop anyone what go around killin lots a people though. Mebbee you figure it out so I doesn't have to come aroun an try ta stop usn."

It's not exactly what I wrote last time - the timing is all off. This is the gist of it however."

where's my post? I spent an hour writing that post! Arrrrggg! This is twice now!

Scraps jump outta da fryin pan an right inna the fire!

Woooosssh!

Scraps frowns at the thought of executing Kressle. Deciding she's had enough of being an abused kicking dog, she speaks up.

"We already plannin on killin another? She not kill none of us, not really hurt none o us. Why do some gets ta live and somes gots ta dies? How you decide which be which? An how many o us have ta agrees for thar ta be killins. My charter be just as good as yours, an I not be likin da killin. How manies haf ta agree? Just the catman an da stumpy? They talks da devil man inta it an it okay? They get the halfin ta agree an dats fine? What about Missee? An wat abouts me. What if I doans wan em deders? Nobodies bother ta explain ta Scraps why everyone gotta die an Scraps gots a charter, just like yourn.

Scraps looks at the two bandits with a raised eyebrow and replies,

"I be an edumacated gobbin from de city. Me ma an pa raise me under a bridge in Restof and there only be one o me. Most gobbin chillins be puts in cages. Dey get tossd scraps so the big ones be only ones lef at end. Tribe gobbins not like runts like me, so we get et early like.

Yer kin still talks to a gobbin though, ifn ya knows what ta talk about. Gobbins only knawn on legs fer reasons free: On3 - they boared. Tw0 - they hunry and needs food. An Fr3e - Dey so hungry they cants waits no moar and so tryin ta eat yer boots while dey wait. Next time a gobbin be chewin on ya, take offn yer boot and let him chew on it a bit. Den, when he's all payin tenshun to da boot, either give him something else to eat, whack him really hard on da head with a stick or run away!"

Somewhat disappointed about the map, Scraps rolls it back up and jams it down in the bottom of her pack before throwing the whole load on the back of her ass.

The US Naval Academy is one heck of an awesome school and one of the hardest to get into. My brother had a Senator willing to sponsor him to the Air Force Academy and passed on it. I think this might be one of his biggest regrets in life.

Everything worth having in life comes with a cost. The more worthwhile something is, the higher the cost.

I am so lucky in so many respects. I have an extremely supportive wife who helps with taking notes, correlating information and dealing with the locals. I have good friends and a supportive family.

I will admit that my life is a bit of a roller coaster. Yesterday I was down, this afternoon I was teeth-grindingly frustrated and tonight I am at peace with my fate. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. 8)

Yes and no. I know that the next three are much harder and their mean scores a letter grade and a half lower. I made Bs on these exams, so hopefully I will come out where I need to.

Medical school is the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. It's harder than when I randomly picked up and moved to China when I was 22. Harder than switching careers mid-stream with no training back when I was 25.

It's hard because about a quarter of the students are in constant fear - and this is the same around the world. I have a video where the Prime Minister of Switzerland speaks on how we need to change the system.

We desperately need doctors. We need them to see more patients and honestly, the more there are, the less their services cost, while the opposite is also true.

We have to take very tough courses to get a shot at the entrance exams and then must study months for them. Once in medical school, we study 16-18 hours a day, without sleep, doing everything we can to advance. It gets worse every year in school, until you get to residency where they have to sleep in the hospital and rarely go home at all.

In the middle of that however, we borrow hundreds of thousands of dollars with no collateral other than our names. Unlike normal loans, student loans must be paid back, regardless of bankruptcy or any other circumstance.

25% of those of us who started have since been dismissed. It is the same in every school in every country. And once you are dismissed, there is no way to pay off those multi-hundred thousand dollar loans.

I wish I were smart instead of creative. I wish I were good at memorizing things rather than writing stories. I'm sure half the students here have no worries in life and are studying hard but confident in their future. Me, I sit right outside that 25%. I don't like this seat, but at least I have a chance to pursue my dream. I really feel bad for people with dreams they can't pursue at all.

Pardon me for the sharing overload. I'm tired and in front of a computer. I'm afraid my mind runs on and my typing just trails along behind it.

Thanks so much for the caring and good wishes!

Thanks. 8)

My school doesn't let people repeat classes any longer. If you fail a course you are dismissed. This might not be a problem if I were more science-smart. I'm trying to make up for natural talent with extra work. Unfortunately, that doesn't really work here where everyone has to study 24/7.

Scraps nods to Aerynne and flashes Wallop a quick smile. Leaving the conversation, she hops over to the bound bandits.

"Doan be worryin now, they doan wanna be killin yas. The stumpy be pretty bloody, but me thinks the halflin be winnin this one."

Sitting down next to them, she fishes a piece of paper out of her pack and begins drawing a rough map of the area since leaving Oleg's. Untying the two far enough to free their arms, she asks,

"Mebee ya can helps me here. I be tryin ta figure my way around. Can you hep me wit this map? I wanna know what be around here so I doan stumble into sumtin what likes gobbin-kabobs."

May I assume it's been an hour? If not, Scraps is still yelling.

"Scraps doan want no more killin. Killin be needed sometimes, but it never be right, fer dem or fer usn. Scraps know mens in Restov wants everyone deders, but they be wantin me deders as much as these. Ifn you kill em, it be on yourn head an I think lessn ye fer it. I's had me belly full o killin an I dinnae wanna be part o it."

Scraps passed both of her exams! So we are still in medical school! wahoo!

Also, Scraps will take the chain shirt, but I suggest it be given to Wallop until he's ready to hand it down to me. He's a melee character and I'm not.

I plan to check the gameplay forum this week and next, and will post if Scraps is going to do anything...BUT...I have midterms next week. General Pathology Tuesday and Medical Microbiology Friday. These test are both brutal - 150 questions, 3 hours each, no breaks, get Bs or you're dismissed from medical school. A quarter of those taking these exams last term were dismissed - adios, bye bye...by the way, you still owe us $100,000 for tuition so far...

I'm going to need to skim a bit and may not have something to say if I have nothing to do. I also don't have time for long, deep, heart to hearts on anything.

Please bear with me and understand that Scraps is deaf right now and can't hear anything you are saying.

Not that she would have listened anyway.

Scraps has withdrawn from combat. She will only re-engage if bandits are heading toward her. She will not fire at them if they are obviously fleeing.

Scraps hums softly to herself as she places her cartridge.

"Doop de doo! La la la la. Put the little piggy in his pen, shove the gate shut, ram the poker down this tube thing, pull it out an..... BOOOM!

Shooting at the purple bandit:

1d20 + 7 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 2 = 121d10 ⇒ 2

Missing again, she mutters under her breath, "What be up wit me taday? I slep good but maybe I still worries about dat horsie. Or maybe the elf girl be good lucks. I best find her again cause I doan be hittin soon, that mean ol stumpy be giving me truble cause me gun jam then jes wing em and then I missin. Doan knows why he be hatin me, cause I tries real hard, even though it be killin. He prolly try kick me out ifn I doan be killin dis one, but he's runnin away. I nots wanna kill one runnin away. Hmmph. Life is tough for a wee little gobbin girl. My ma always be sayin that, but I not know jes how bad it tis."

Scraps looks around in confusion, wondering where everyone's gone. Unable to see Wallop, she runs over to Aerynn, splashing across the water as she does so.

"Missee, Scraps be right sorry but one dem gots away. Scraps shoots at it, but she gots no luck today. Why that mean ol stumpy take others and leave us behind. I tries real hard, but my lucks be gone. Mebbee it be de wind, mebbee they have differen wind here in de south lands. Scraps not wanna be shootin no ones runnin away no more anyways. An where be the halflin? Did he get et?"

Scraps loads a cartridge, 5' steps out from behind the tree and fires at the bandit on the platform above her.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d10 ⇒ 1

Scraps rushes her shot after clearing her breach. The musketball barely nicks the bandit (1 damage) and she whispers a quiet curse, "Darn it!"

Fort save vs Deafness: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Scraps seeks cover in the tree below the bandit as her move action and clears the jam with Quick Clear. This does not take her Grit point as she is using a standard action.

Scraps fails her fort save and is deaf for the next hour.

Scraps runs up to within 40', misfires, and prepares to free her breech.

Well, if we're moving, then Scraps is going to hustle within 40' of the man in the tree. If she can get there with one move she will fire. If she can't, she's going to get within 40' and seek cover, ready to fire next turn.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 81d10 ⇒ 8

And her gun jams! So either this turn or next she has to take a full round action to clear her gun.

This guy up in the tree is very lucky!

sorry for posting with the wrong avatar. I'm not a goblin in my other life.

Wow, I spent 45 minutes trying to get the rest of the picture to download. Good to know that's the fog of war. I won't try so hard next time. 8)

My internet is moving really slowly and I'm not able to pull up more than the top right corner of the map where Gerran and the wolf are shown. I'd like to go ahead and make my move so I don't slow anyone down and I'll try on the map again later.

Scraps will pause in the camp to load her rifle, allowing the others to move ahead of her.

She will then follow the group as they move out. She will enter the underbrush beside the trail, such that she has a view of the platform, when the others move to rush the camp.

Stealth
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

She will target the man on the platform when it is her turn to shoot, whenever that is.

"I be very sneaky, but if wolfy's going, maybe I stays back. Could be that one of dem watchin real close-like."

With that, Scraps goes over to Aerynne, pats Cadeyrn on the head and sits down to wait the wolf's return.

If the thylacine fell to the melee attacks, can I please have Scrap's bullet back? They are 11 silver each.

Scraps reloads a cartridge and fires again.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d10 ⇒ 2

Scraps scampers 30' to the side to get away from the horses, kneels, and fires her already loaded musket.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 271d10 ⇒ 6
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Her shot hits it in a vital spot, but unfortunately, doesn't penetrate far enough to cause a mortal wound.

Scraps sits up when the horses stop. She has her rifle out surprisingly quickly for someone that was just asleep.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

D'oh! Scraps doesn't notice anything. She seems to be asleep on her ass again.

Scraps is asleep on her donkey, ready for when something happens.