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Player Name: Scorch
Character Name: Teks Suthern
PFS ID: 41759
Character number: 13
Faction: Silver Crusade

Day Job check: Craft Alchemy, take 10 for 15.

Teks just keeps his weapon close at hand for his compatriots who seem eager to delve into danger.

Teks doesn't much like the idea of trying to get into close combat with an invisible opponent with his gun, so he just moves up a step, reloads, and readies to fire if he has a good shot at the enemy. Ready a shot in case he appears and moves from behind that hard cover column.

Teks walks around the pillar, takes keen aim on the green one, and blasts him from barely 10 feet away.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 11 + 1 - 2 = 18 Touch AC, PB Shot, Precise Shot, Deadly Aim
Damage: 1d12 + 5 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 + 4 = 19

The bullet loudly rips through the air, though it remains to be seen whether it also rips through the body.

Teks boldly walks in... then takes up a position behind a pillar. "Now you can give up now, or you can give up after I fill you full of holes, but one of those ends better for you."

Move, draw, load.

"Glad ya could do that, lad. I'm not so much for the healing. Or the crazy." Teks still isn't much help in this situation either.

Teks continues following along. Something spooky is going to jump out at me, I just know it.

To a previous question: Darkvision. Sorry, been a couple of days.

Teks loads his gun and has it at the ready.

Teks waits. He knows that should it become necessary, doors are flimsy.

"Seems to be meanin Pharasma again. Spooky stuff, this."

Teks doesn't mind putting holes in undead but this sort of thing still bothered him. Not as many spirits deep in the ground.

"Pharasma is a good deity. Has the right ideas. Dead things stay dead. No undead. Makes sense." Teks doesn't smile, but he does give an appreciative nod.

Teks doesn't have much to add. He's more for shooting than talking.

Teks just looks at the horns, and at the people having visions. "Nope," is all he says.

"Moving statues. That just ain't right."

The dwarf clearly doesn't appreciate moving rocks, rocks are meant to be still until you hit them, not start hitting you out of nowhere.

"You folk should heal up, no telling what this place will throw at us next."

I reserve the right to discriminate against those without faces. No good creature lacks a face.

Ah, I failed to notice you because you have no face. Avatar selection is fixed.

I'm fine, looks like we're waiting on Siegfried.

The Dwarf grins. "Pain magnet, that what the kids are calling it these days?" Not even life or death struggles will stop a good joke.

Teks keeps up the barrage. "Darn you, these things are not cheap! Fall down already!"

Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 16 vs touch, same mods as previous
Damage: 1d12 + 5 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 + 4 = 14

Teks reloads and fires at the granite column.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 11 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 19 Point Blank, Bless, Deadly Aim
Damage: 1d12 + 5 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 5 + 1 + 4 = 19

His bullet blows a sizeable chunk off the statue, though he's not sure whether it will keep moving.

Hate when I have OOC knowledge but not the IC knowledge to back it up.

Teks sees a moving statue and doesn't quite like the sound of that. He loads a bullet and fires! At Brown

Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 1 - 2 = 28 Deadly Aim

Damage: 1d12 + 5 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 + 4 = 16

If those are what I think they are, dungeoneering arcana is the correct knowledge.

"Can't say as I condone that. Seems downright mean and ill-tempered. So let's move on along, so we don't come against more angry spirits. I only got so much holy water." Teks indicates a bandolier of bottles, some that look clear and others having viscous substances in them.

Already selected.

"I'm not nearly so old as that. Strange to think those bones might be." Teks remarks, indicating the dead zombies or skeletons, whatever they had been. He wasn't really caring as much now that they stopped moving.

Teks follows up behind Giovanni, having darkvision in case that aids the rogue's looking, but it likely doesn't because that appears to be a rather hard corner.

"Someone heal the pup. Then we can be onward."

Teks seems rather single minded, not as concerned for the humanoid companions as they can see to themselves.

Teks takes ready aim again and fires at the gold toothed skeleton.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 1 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 1 + 1 - 2 = 29 Previously forgot bless
Damage: 1d12 + 5 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 + 4 = 16

"Hurtin lil' doggies is not nice. You cool your heels and think about what you done." He remarks after giving that skeleton a faceful of whatever metal standard bullets are made from. Iron? Steel?

5 foot step, fire, reload.

"Elrus, duck." Teks says, before letting loose with a bullet straight at the skeleton in front of him. Blue? Looks Purple.

Attack: 1d20 + 11 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 11 + 1 - 2 = 25 vs. Touch
Damage: 1d12 + 5 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 1 + 4 = 20 Point Blank, Deadly Aim

It tears a hole in that skeleton something fierce, and Teks begins reloading. The sound in the chamber echoes, and you see cotton stuffed into Teks' ears.

Teks advances, readying his weapon and loading it. It was dangerous to walk around with it full of powder and pellets, after all. "Best be ready, this is gonna be loud." He wasn't sure if anyone else had experience with guns, especially big guns.

Move and load.

"My eyes see just fine, what are you talking about?" He of course had completely failed to notice the elephant in the room. Or the skeleton, at least.

"I'm ready," the Dwarf states. His firearm is readied, and he looks to the others to lead onward. He doesn't much like the idea of firing in melee combat.

Teks has an oil of bless weapon handy for just such an occasion, but it would have been good to know in case he needed to pick one up.

Teks has +13 to SM.

"Oh now there ain't no harm in spinnin' a yarn. A Vargouille is a critter I think I heard of once or twice," Teks adds. He knows the man isn't being truthful, but he's a bit softer about it. Everybody lies, the better question is why.

Fortunately he has his gun with him, and doesn't have to worry so much about who says what when it comes time to start shooting.

Lacking much in the departments currently being discussed, Teks keeps largely to himself. He's ready to head out at a moment's notice, but then asks. "Say, any special sort of ammunition I should have? Do I need something special to hurt a div?"

Avatar Problem

They are at least aware of the issue.

A Dwarf with a weapon nearly his height, Teks looks precisely what one would expect him to look like if one had a notion of Earth's westerns and applied it to the Dwarven frame, right down to the Silver Crusade badge pinned to his leather topcoat.

"Folk call me Teks. Me and Betty here, well we solve problems. Heard tell there might be problems here."

He ate, though the fraction of the food he ate that wound up in his prodigious beard would fuel a small creature for the better part of a day. It didn't seem to faze Teks, who seemed oblivious to the lack of actual nourishment reaching his mouth.

Additionally, I have miscalculated, I am level 5. I forgot that I had used a boon on this character to make him a higher level to start.

I had attempted to earlier, but was getting an error from Paizo.

EDIT: Still getting that error.

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Be prepared for the rootinest tootinest cowboy shootinest Dwarf you ever did see. (Think Dwarven Yosemite Sam)