Taking the time to lie up her shot, Tamarya blasts a chunk of the moss creature off.
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Tamayra keeps her gun trained in the event that thr creature proves hostile.
GM: 2
Tmayra moves forwardm crouching down to pick up a gem.
A grinding click signas a misfire as Tamayra's weapon jam.
Still here. Been a little busy since My nunchkin was home for spring break (I work nights and usually sleep days)
Tamayra reloads as she waits for Jenya's assessment.
Handing Jenya her waterskin, Tamayra moves to where she believes the object was tossed.
Walking over to where the Gourd Keshy was when she shot it, Tamayra looks for the object that was stored in it's head.
Standing her ground, Tamayra targets one of the leaf figures, noting their ability to attack at range and reloading right after the shot is fired.
"So much for diplomacy," Tamayra mutters, quickly whipping her musket up into position and sending a shot hurtling towards the gourd leshy.
[b]"That creature may contain the object we seek. They're called Gourd Leshys and they have a bizarre habit of popping off thier heads and hiding small objects inside."[/v] Tamayra says shaking her head.
"Yes I see it too." the ranger whispers in reply.
"Ok we do this together. Everyone ready?" Tamayra asks looking at her companions.
"So we volunteer to air the overrun temple and now must face death just to rpove ourselves to some random "guardian"? This is ridiculous!" Tamayra mutters in annoyance.
Twirling her weapon, Tamayra slashes again with her bayonet.
Setting her baronet, Tamayra steps forward, her musket slashing forward bringing the blade to bear.
Checking her weapon, Tamayra nods her assent.
Blinking against the light at first, Tamayra studies everything around her as her eyes adjust, focusing on the moss until the silhouette is mentioned, drawing her attention.
"Agreed for now, what we need to do is more important. But understand this Rheynold......if you continue lying to us for whatever reason, there will be a reckoning of some sort." Tamayra says looking at Rheynold.
Tamayra notices the strange ability granted by the blindfold, puzzled by the difference in Reynold's....presence. As Jenya questions the same fact, she remains silent, listening for the response.
Studying the cloth for a moment Tamayra shrugs. "Well, we've trusted you so far," she says with a smile, donning the blindfold.
Not able to provide a better solution Tamayra follows quietly.
"The burn marks, whoever did this could have used magic perhaps." Tamayra muses, her expression grim.
Tamayra approaches, weapon at the ready as well.
Taking a hurried shot, Tamayra backs away another 20ft to give herself some distance from the raging beast
With utter calm Tamayra takes the shot, quickly reloading her weapon.
Tamayra stands perfectly still, the approaching owlbear in her sights.
GM: Keeping a bead on the creature, Tamayra nudges Jenya with her foot. When she responds she whispers quietly "We have company
DM:
Picking up her musket, Tamayra loads her weapon, briging it up to sight the direction of the noise as she stands.
Sure why not.
Tamayra drinks the water, her mind becoming a bit sharper, quicker.
Increase to Int
Heheh yup. So is this a small pool you can just drink out of or a large pool you can bathe in like in your other game thread?
"I am Tamayra, well met. We would aid you against these cultists, it seems we may have a common enemy."
"Perfect." Tamayra agrees taking up the clockwork creature.
"So we have 25 words. Let's hash out what information we need to convey." Tamayra says thoughtfully to the others.
"I can do it. We can sand a message of our curent situation to the Elders. Tamayra responds.
"Someone is definitely cooking something inside." Tamayra says looking around.
Fine with either but prefer the latter.
Tamayra is quiet. Though a skilled tracker and capable of finding her way below, the foreign nature of the environment was quite daunting.
The sight of the toppled trees.....actual above ground trees...a thing of myth is overwhelming to Tamayra, her concept of the world being literally redefined before her. She watches silently as Aak addresses the man.
"Thank you very much...for everything...I don't even know your name." Tamayra says clasping the woman's forearm. |