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Sunset sighs, "Now there's an Elf you never want to meet..." She mutters to herself even as she looks around. Though she has no idea why Groog is still talking to walls, though she appears to no longer be surprised that Groog talks to walls... or wild-life or that Groog actually can talk. Sunset moves her horse up besides Scholar and peers up at those on the walls. Perception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
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Sunset watches Groog walk towards the place, "Well.. least tha' big feller's certainly interestin'." She notes even as she 'clicks' her mount into a walk behind the large Half-Orc.
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Sunset sits astride her mount and watches the settlement in the distance. The low brim of her hat casting shadows over her eyes. "Ah-yup... Ye've some good points there Gaius." She responds slowly, "But.. ah reckon we can do better'n jus' tryin' t' join them critters. This Hellion fella? Sounds like a feller.... We should be workin' t' change people's fortunes around yonder. Makein' a diffrance, that's the kind of angle we should be lookin' t' put leverage on." She muses out loud. "Though... you be right thar Gaius. Some of us gettin' in all not noticed, like. That's gon'a take some thinkin'...." She agrees.
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Sunset gives a slight sigh of relief that the lunky half-Orc isn't about to vanish off into the wilderness, though she stays clear of his explorations of the place. Instead she does her best to help both prepare a meal which will continue to keep Groog distracted as well as helping the inhabitants of the fort. Prof Barmaid:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 (Hey, it's the closest thing I've got. :P)
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For a moment Sunset almost lets Groog go... then sighs... and catches up to the big fellow. "Hey! Are you just going to run off now?" She calls/asks. "There's still things to do here. Heck, we're even going to be starting making a meal soon." Sunset shrugs "Or, yeah, wander off out into the boring, flat plains out there abouts..." Sunset turns and heads back to every one else... and does start helping set things up for the night.
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Sunset tries to step between the looming Groog and the people Scholar has spent some time putting back together after their ordeal. "They... Um, some Grinners jumped tha' back wall. They were takin' off a runnin' afore you even made in't tha' place." She looks over her shoulder and nods to Andalen hoping they also start running with the conversation, "Andalen says they wus carryin' sacks." Sunset looks back to Groog. Bluff:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14 "Maybe they gone took all tha' candy ta' that place North. They's took it all ta' give ta' some bloke called Hell-ron, or somat...." She nods, yeah sure that's the ticket..... "Is whut Andalen heard 'em say."
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Sunset nods though her lips purse in thought, "So... there's still turf fights happenin' off in Scrap-wall, hey?" She looks to her companions, "So.. we can maybe both keep them groups divided fer takin down as well as makin' a power base to play off aginst this 'Hellion'.." "Got'a be thinkin' of some catchy name t'be rallyin' folks round, ah reckon.... " She muses...
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Sunset frowns at Andalen's information, "Have the... natives of Scrap-wall been this aggressive before?" She asks. She looks to her companions, well most of her companions. "Perhaps we should stay a while longer and help these folks get back on their feet?"
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For DM: No, the old D&D module 'S-3'
http://www.ebay.com/itm/S3-Expedition-to-the-Barrier-Peaks-by-Gary-Gygax-AD -D-TSR-Dungeons-Dragons-/272114112094 Not sure how to get a good link going.
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Sunset nods in understanding/agreement to Scholar's words, though Sunset's actions of 'Watching Groog' pretty much fall to continuing what she's doing and throwing the large Half-Orc a glance every now and then.
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Sunset listens and nods to Scholar's explanation though the Half-elven lass relaxes visibly when Groog puts the other woman down. "Right, no letting Groog near something that could make things worse..." She agrees, though distracted as she sorts the gear and carefully begins to pack up the paper cartridges and small hand weapons.
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With her long arm re-packed.... and her horse hobbled. Sunset first, slowly, wanders about the court yard. Offering to help move bodies, staying down wind of Groog and generally helping clear the open space though her hand always hovers near the smaller weapon at her hip. Perception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 Yah.. and the dice roller really helps as she wanders past Gaius trail. :P
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With the last crazy down Sunset holsters her weapons properly and leads her horse into the fort... In time to see/watch Groog begin his grisly trophy ritual. Perception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 Though the weird 'Bag on head' fashion of the leader doesn't inspire her much to nay say Groog's actions. "Y'know? That's gon'a have quite the bouquet real soon." She points to Groogs beginning attempts at fashion wear. " What, given tha' heat an' all.... " She points out conversationally.
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Sunset certainly isn't going to get in the way of either the 'Smiler' nor Groog. She'll take a shot at the fleeing crazy, though, looks like she'll be swapping the pistol for the rifle again.
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Sunset does little more than nod back/in reply to Scholar as she first picks up her rifle then, taking her mounts reign in hand, follows suit towards the fort's gates and the rest of the folks inside. __________ Follow Scholar. Move and standard actions: Holster rifle, move as quick as can (Leading horse) towards the gates. *Scholar will probably get their first as she has the faster movement speed. Sunset is currently moving at 20'/Round base speed.
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Sunset frowns as the jumper keeps staggering towards herself, Scholar adn the horse. 'Okay... time to put you down..." She says, leaving her long rifle to lay the dirt as she pulls her hand gun and steps towards the loon. Dropping rifle, pulling pistol, taking 'Five foot step' to close the range inc to 25' Spell failure chance:1d100 ⇒ 37 Rang Att:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13(Vs Touch AC) Dam Roll:1d6 ⇒ 3(Electricity) "Dang..." She sighs as very little seems to happen to the crazy and that said crazy is very soon going to be very much in her face. Hey, still got 'Protection from evil', so that's a bonus. :)
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Boards acting up Possible actions: If Sunset can fire again, Range Att:1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 2 = 12 Dam Roll:1d12 ⇒ 9 "Dang..." She simply says and proceeds to reload though she notices Scholar now hoofing it towards the rest of the combat. With but a blink of surprise Sunset sighs, holsters the long arm back on the saddle and draws her pistol as the tower jumper probably races towards herself. "Okay, lets change the tempo of this dance..." She says preparing to get a little closer and personal. [ooc]Yah, hoping there's time to change weapons and get a shot when the guys (I kind of hope it's a guy. :P ) gets within 20 or so feet.
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"Doin' me job an' protectin' the lass who you said ye wanted t' be castin' spells!" Sunset calls back to Gaius, then blinks as one of the fellows throws themselves off the walls. "Bugger! I'll be deailin' with these cobbs right soon enough as t'is!" Sunset continues to calmly set her rifle across the saddle of her mount and take aim. If Sunset has had a round or two... Range Att:1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 5 - 2 = 23(Spend a Grit, touch AC) Dam Roll:1d12 ⇒ 12 Roll Confirm:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 Dam Roll:3d12 ⇒ (10, 3, 4) = 17 Damage total if crit confirm 12+17= 29 points
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"Strewth!" Sunset curses as the hoots and hollers emanate from the gate way. She looks to Scholar who's eyes are still closed and shrugs, "Ah well... least there's time t' get ready fer th' fight..." She sighs and checks her weapon as she draws it forth. (Stays with Scholar, though she dismounts, inspects her hand gun and thence begins to unstrap her long arm.) Perception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 Looking for targets on the walls as she unstraps her rifle.
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Sunset continues to watch out for Scholar behind her while keeping an ear out about the goings on around the corner at the place's front door. Perception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 Derp. :P
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Seeing the other owman 'trance out' She squeezes the flank of her horse so as to move into a more covering position of the now, possibly helpless, woman. With her back to Scholar, Sunset continues to watch Groog's progress at the gate. "Just watch out they don't drop something on you big fella." Sunset cautions. Adjusted counter position. :)
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Sitting casually on her large horse Sunset tilts her head enough to look up at the pair guarding the gate. Perception:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Even as Groog trundles forwards and begins to haul at the gate Sunset turns her head and replies to Scholar, "I think they be sayin' 'Halt. Best you keep heading udder, the forts been infected by a drake?" She frowns, "That in't right... um... drague...Hmmm... plague? 'Couldn’t or wouldn't want you getting infected too!'." She translates for the other woman. Here eyes sweep across the surrounding vista of open and rather desolate plains. "Well.. not like we've a lot of choice. A roof and shade be right comforting, though paying for the pleasure with illness? That makes it a conundrum. Puke if we do, sun-stroke if we don't." Sunset muses, her eyes focusing on Groog's efforts before she look up at the guards again, " HEY THERE!" She calls, "WHAT SEEMS T' BE THE TROUBLE? MAYBE WE CAN BE OF SOME HELP?" Sunset calls an offer. Diplomacy:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
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Sunset just raises an eyebrow at Groog's behavior... or maybe that of Raksasa, it's hard to tell. At the committee's words Sunset nods, "Aye, we're goin', we're goin'." She thinks a moment more and looks to Joram, "Might ye be havin' something by way of introduction to yon lass in Scrapwall? A bunch of roughs just turning up on her door-step, uninvited? She might not take our demeanor all too positively."
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Sunset stands up, slowly so as not to upset or startle the critter. Keeping relative eye contact with Grooge she drawls, "Bad Groog." Then, as she settles her back against the tavern's wall an folds her arms. "Tarl? Might wanting to be letting the Lady speak for herself, hmmmm?" She suggests to Small Tarl.
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Seated at her table Sunset nods after Scholar has introduced herself to the people paying their way and thence introduces herself. The arrival of 'Tarl' and their... mount(?) do not see Sunset move a whisker. Her pale blue eyes taking in the form of the halfling and the... lizard(?) seeming cool and casual, though those seated around the table near her might notice her hand dropping to settle lightly on the small weapon on her belt. Only Groog's actions elicit any emotion. (O_o) The blond Half-Elf's eyes actually widen at the Groog's actions as the man(?) lifts the creature that's about his own size up. Though she doesn't stir in body, it's clear that her mind is working furiously as her eyes shift left and right. Tilting her head so that Scholar might 'hear' Sunset says in a low voice of her own. "Well... I'll put coin down on the lizard. Who wants to match the bet?" She offers. Yah... well Groog? *Shrug* Hats off to you fella, may the best critter win the coming tussle. :P
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The tanned drifter who's wandered about town enters the tavern to hear what the gathered council has to say. Removing her hat as she does so, shes drops her tinted eye wear to dangle on a loop of string about her neck. Having come to the town only to find she's been late in looking to claim the reward offered for the returned forge flame, Sunset is amiable at looking for this latest offer of shine to ease the town's possible troubles. She nods an acceptance of the council's hand shake and introductions, nodding to those gathered before turning and settling into a chair at a table in a corner of the room. Her poncho only being shifted to give clearance to the strange weapon always present upon her belted waist. The large Orc's antics phase the Half-Elf seeming not a whit, though the calculating gaze she some times passes over the creature might give others pause for thought as to what she might be thinking.
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Um... I think there's an extra Aasimar bonus in there for a +2 to Cha? I... generally trust HeroLab? HeroLab shows point/buy values of, Str(12) = 2 (Base value12)
Other than e-mailing you a copy of the .por file? HeroLab is not giving me any '!' messages? Terribly sorry to hear you're not feeling well. :( *Hugz* Wishing you and yours all the very best.
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