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ditto!

Oh yeah, I know what you mean. I too meant the same. This current scenario could take another 2-3 weeks I reckon.

We're not exactly close to wrapping this up though. In light of this and a few other games slowing down, I've committed myself to a few tables in the coming outpost. I would still be committed to continue if everyone is up, but will admit I'll be stretching myself.

Taggins nods. "I shall follow the lady." He insist firmly, as his duty and obligation as bodyguard.

"We beat them to a pulp, me say." Taggins nods firmly. "Where are our missing companions anyway? Anyone see them?"

Perception, search room: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

After a rest, Taggin's emerges from his room, a little bit more cautious and weary as he joins his companions. "Ayy, the doors can be locked but cud be opened from ta outside. Perhaps they dun't trust those with cheap rooms. What shud we do now?"

Taggins hands the lady 5 silver pieces, grumbling as he does, but not questioning."Ayy" He waits for his room to be pointed out, ensures everyone retires to their rooms first, before doing so to his, continuing to keep up the façade in the best way he can.

I'll really be keeping quiet-ish here, scenario is still fresh in my mind.

"Small room please." The little 'bodyguard' indicates. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out his tiny coin pouch, "How moch wil it cost?" He enquiries, in attempts to keep up his facade.

Taggins moves along in a hopefully non-conspicuous way, nodding as Ser Dante Speaks. He positions himself in a way that he is somewhat between the hostess and the rest of the pathfinders, looking as stern as possible.

"Me bodyguard." Taggins nods, as he picks up his gear. He attempts to walk close to party to keep appearances of a bodyguard, looking vigilantly at every corner for danger as they approach.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

Taggins happily continues his preservation under the decks. Unaware of what is happening above, and likely does not concern him.

Taggins marvels at Dante's act of chivalry. He squeals at the sight of the drake and thanks him profusely, "forever in debt to you!"

Immediately he takes the corpse to the lower decks for preservation, not really paying much attention to the discussion of an alliance.

Taggins would be neutral in the alliance, as long as it does not affect his livelihood.

"Nuuuuuuuuooooo" The Halfling yells emotionally as he watches helplessly at the 'dragon' falling over the rail. He runs to the rails to watch the dragon fleeing, with lots emotions running through him. A single tear rolls down his cheek.

In the moment, he catches a glimpse of something shiny, and hope it's enough to bring the chase back of the 'dragon'. "Luk dur! Does anywun else see it? That shiny object, a clue you reckun?"

Not wanting to lose the opportunity of his lifetime, the little Halfling pushes on, moving around the corner to get a nice clean angle at the drake. To his joy, his perseverance pays off a little.

"I got this!"

longbow, pbs, inspire, into melee: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 221d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 = 3

Move and Attack

Taggins soon finds his small stature to some disadvantage once more, "Hey! I can't see!" He yells annoyingly as he moves around to try to find a good angle. However his frustration best him as an arrow goes to waste. "Aughhh!"

longbow, pbs, inspire, melee: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 101d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 + 1 = 10

creature has soft cover as well.

Taggins, now fuelled by excitement of his first ever 'dragon' encounter, follows the drake carefully with his eyes waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. His bow held high, and arrow ready to be released. He takes no attention to everything else, but the prize. As the beast glances away for a spilt second, Taggins immediately releases the trigger to send an arrow piercing through lower portion of the creatures wings.

"Ay!"

Longbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 201d8 ⇒ 2

5 ft and draw weapon.

Taggins ear flinches at the sound of the word 'dragon'. "A dragun you say!" He remark excitingly. He takes a step back to get a better view drawing his weapon in the process. "Tis but a small one! But it's a start!"

Taggins shrugs as he speaks his mind. "Aye, I see compelling arguments. Ability to be on lookout, and a coin toss. Tough call."

Again taking a step back in decision making.

The expression of lost and confusion on the young halflings face is amusing to look at. "But... ay? ..." But he slowly accepts that he will not understand everything being said. "I'm.. a hireling? I suppose I can play the part."

Taggins looks at Omreejka funnily, then after a moments consideration, nods his head. "I could believe that. Travellers hunting dwarf kidnappers." And he wanders back to sharpening his arrows.

Taggins walks up the wolf, and carves out the fur if it is dead. "Well Cryus, we have to skin it first, which I am an expert in lucky for us." He proceeds to prepare the meal for the party.

Taggins nods agreeing to the idea of being travellers, but prods a question,"Well, where are we travelling to? and for what purpose? Surely we need to establish that at the very least! Maybe we going on a hunting trip?"

Taggins continuously switch hits, whichever most convenient to him. This time he eyes for the wolf, a creature familiar to him. A very favorite of his hunts.

longbow,pbs, favoured enemy, into melee: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 + 2 - 4 = 81d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 2 = 4

However, with the oddest of coincidences, his arrow lodges itself right into Omrijka's sap. That was not supposed to happen. Hmm.

Taggins observes his allies attempt to diffuse an already bad situation, and shakes his head. Then shouts,"Just take duunw the lot!"
Taggins turns his attention to the guard that is unoccupied, and fires another arrow.

Will engage the red.

Longbow,pbs: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 = 151d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Taggins reads the signs pretty well shaking his head when the chatter fails. Talking never works! The hunt is where it's at. And he reacts to violence with violence! "Ovar me ded body!" He yells as he draws his bow to shoot the guard in front of him.

move action to move back and attack the blue guard.

Longbow,pbs: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 5 + 1 = 171d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Taggins also steps aside and stays out of the way of the inspection.

Taggins watches over the exchange with uneasiness. The expert Hunter has caught butterflies with his bare stomach.

Same here!

The little halfling stays a cautious distance knowing speech isn't his forte. He watches curiously for any sign of danger.

Taggins takes no objection, money is clearly not on his mind as he sharpens his arrows throughout the trip.

"Aye, that makes sense I guess."
The small and excited man makes forth to the boat.

"Will there be any wild beast that need killing?" Not knowing much about history or religion, the enthusiastic halfling tries to be somewhat useful.

Ready to travel here.

Name for Chronicle: Tim P
Character Name: Taggins
PFS#: 222036-9
Faction: Grand lodge
Day Job Roll: profession Hunter: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Track (Normal/Fast): normal

A small bear enters the room, but with a closer look, you realise it's not really a bear but a halfling wearing bear skin.

"Well, good to see you again fellas!" A very excited Taggins moves around the room looking at decoratives, paying attention to particularly ones that are made of animals.

Am within Wi-Fi, traveling abouts London this week. No computer but good access via mobile.

Will be out of Wi-Fi range starting sometime today until this weekend!

"Does this party involve some huntin?"

I'm happy to be botted, although no access to a computer I do have my mobile and likely can sporadically check in. I GMed glass river rescue last year so I have a good idea of how taggins would play out.

Taggins shall carve out the head of his prize to eventually make it into a helm if no one stops him. He does it so meticulously.

"Ayy, whatever small victry in is hunt, but the biggest prize is still to come." The small humanoid beams proudly after an exciting hunt.

"While I enjoy anuther pruspect fur a hunt, I shall need to first bring this prize here to make it more usable. I bid thee a farewell for nuw!" In which he of course refers to the minotaur head he's been hauling around.

Taggins moves around again, closer to the bank, to avoid firing through his allies. And once more, he proves it to his name, with his arrow striking true at the beast heart. Few may believe it dumb luck, but the he proudly looks at the creature with three of his arrows stuck in it.

"This is my day!"

Longbow;firing into melee: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 5 - 4 = 211d8 ⇒ 8
Longbow;firing into melee,crit?: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 4 = 182d8 ⇒ (8, 2) = 10

The cunning little halfling closes in on the beast further. His nose held high in sheer excitement over the hunt of a new trophy. He lets another arrow fly loose right in between Cyrus and Xanko. He snickers at his own display of skilled marksmanship as the arrow whizzes right by their heads.

"This is it!"

Longbow, inspire: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 1 = 201d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"The hunt is on!" Taggins yells excitedly as he moves closer to the minotaur. When he gets within a good range of proximity, he lets one fly.

Longbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d8 ⇒ 6

Taggins nods his head in understanding and confusion at the human man. "I..guess..so?"

Drawing his bow and arrow he readies himself for more potential dangers. "As long as there is space to move. These tight tunnels are me bane. Can't hunt in em."

Taggins frowns, and watches the fight from the distance.

"Rotate your hips, then swing with your arms! Come Cryus!" Taggin's attempts to be somewhat useful, but is more annoying.

Aid another, Cryus: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 - 1 = 7

and then 5 foot step back.

"I tul ya, you gots to use them arms Cyrus!"

Firing into melee, with soft cover. A nightmare for me!

"Uhh. I can't see! Cryus, your butt is in the way!" Yells the Halfling, attempting to hide his inability and ineffectiveness at the fight at hand. "You got to swing your arms if you want to hit it!"

Aid Another: 1d20 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 - 1 = 2

Aid another to Cyrus. I'm assuming it's a melee aid.

Taggins panics momentarily as an undead closes on him at a distance he considers unnerving. He falls behind to open up space for the rest of the team. "I"m falling back!"

Withdraw action!

I'm in no rush too! The special has got it pretty busy lately.

Being a range at level 1 feels so underwhelming half the time!

"Aha! The chase is on!" Taggins makes an adventurous roll and draws his arrow simultaneous as he moves into a better position. "And how would they fare against the steel of my arrow!" Taggins lets one fly.

Firing at light blue, he should have soft cover as well
Longbow,PBS,Firing into melee: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 31d8 ⇒ 2

"Well. If Sczarni is the theif, I'm clearly the hunter." Taggins nods, doing so more out of pride than of curiousity. He stabs one of the insects nearby with an arrowhead, and starts to make his way to the miniature city, but pauses for a moment. Then uses the same arrowhead and stab 4 more insects before bringing it to the city.

"That ought to do the trick!" Said with pride.

Taggins then follows whoever that starts to lead out of this place.

Taggins speaks loudly towards Hellena's way, "Yell, if you see something!" Watching the others take notes, he decides it's probably right if he did something similar, and draws a bunch of stick figures of the creatures in the vicinity, mainly insects but also the gillmen.