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"Good point. To the temple it is."

Wanderer wearily plods over to the temple, sore, wet, tired, and angry.

Looking to Marrada, Wanderer seems at a loss for words.

"So, now what? Do you think we could get Shalelu or another tracker to assist us finding those buggers who stole all my gear?"

"You have some issues with the temple? That seems the perfect place to bring you, seeing as how you were nearly drowned and stabbed to death by goblins."

Wanderer keeps walking uphill, trudging towards the Cathedral.

"Besides, both Marrada and I are wounded, and would appreciate some attention to these injuries."

GM:

Climb Take 10, if possible:

Climb Rolls:

"I cannot believe those stupid little gourd-headed freaks took my gorram backpack and got away. I hope they all choke and die of dysentary!" Wanderer's rant trails off into grumbling and under-his-breath cursing as he attempts the climb back up the hill.

Looking all over, throws his hands up in frustration.

"Gah! I'm not gonna find that pack any time soon. Stupid blasted melon-headed goblin freaks."

Turning back to Marrada and the distraught girl, "So, got any ideas on how to get out of this mess?"

"Okay, okay. Let me see if I can find my darn pack."

Wanderer looks all around for his missing backpack.

"Blasted goblins stealing my gol durned stuff.."

Covering his eyes, Wanderer squints into the distance and tries to make out what's going on up top.

He sheathes his pistol and calls out, "Hello up top! What's the matter?"

Wanderer reloads his pistol and moves to the wrecked carriage to investigate.

"Anyone alive in there? "

Back at ya!

"What in tarnation was that? A wagon fulla' powder and matches? What durn-fool madman would drive off a cliff like that?"

Wanderer brushes off the shrapnel and attempts to staunch the bleeding from the blasted goblin commando's little arrows.

"Not that I'm disappointed, mind ya."

"Stay behind me, Marrada. This little bugger is dangerous."

Wanderer levels his pistol and scans for the goblin to reappear.

"C'mon you little varmint, show me your watermelon shaped noggin..."

"Knock it off, ya filthy little runt! I'm gonna stab you in the eyeballs and squash your head with a rock!"

Wanderer sheathes his rapier, steps towards the rocks, and reloads his pistol.

"Marrada, I could use a hand here. The little bugger keeps plugging me with those stupid little goblin arrows!"

Hey, what happened to my last post!?

"Get back here, you oblong-headed gap-toothed dog-eating filthy little monster!'

Wanderer moves around to where the goblin ducked behind the rocks.

If within melee range at that point:

If out of melee range but I have a clean shot within 30':

Sure. If you're feeling better,that sounds fantastic!

'Tussin fixes everything.

Oh wait, no, that's Windex

Most of the shoreline had some damage.

Still some people out of homes, but mostly everyone is back to normal.

Jersey & NYC got whacked but good...Staten Island & the Jersey Shore are still patching themselves together.

"Get back here, you little freak!"

Working to clear his pistol's jammed hammer, Wanderer scans for the creep who shot him.

"Blasted rain. Gol'durned goblins!"

"Oh so you wanna shoot, varmint? Lemme show you how a real man does that!"

Wanderer moves towards the goblin archer, drawing his pistol as he does so. Leveling the firearm carefully, he aims for the creatures center of mass and fires.

[spoiler]1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 to hit (within 30') vs. Touch if within 20'. 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 damage

"Die, varmint!" Wanderer grits his teeth and stabs again, working to get a better angle on the goblin.

Crunch:

"Goblins! Try to burn me, and you'll taste steel you filthy little buggers!"

Wanderer draws his rapier, standing over the screaming girl defensively.

"Did you do that, Marrada? Nicely done!" Wanderer obviously missed the goblin burning his buddy accidentally.

"Pregnant? Who would throw a pregnant woman off a cliff? I assume since she screamed it was not a suicide."

Wanderer keeps scanning the beach for movement or other threats.

"This is getting more and more strange by the minute."

Flipping the body over, Wanderer searches for distinguishing marks,tattoos, or the like.

Moving over to the body, Wanderer scans the beach as he approaches.

"Marrada, got a body over here!"

Wanderer checks the body, watching hands for movement especially.

"Hey, buddy! You okay?"

Assuming he gets no answer (and no hostile action), Wanderer pulls the body above the waterline.

Grumbling and grousing under his breath, Wanderer begins to search the area.

"Stay alert. There's no telling what's down here with us."

Heading generally along the beach area.

"Dag-nabbit! Whoever grabbed my gear is gonna be one sorry sack o' manure right quick. They must've left tracks, let's follow em."

"Keep moving! Don't let yourself get distracted!"

Wanderer continues his climb as best he can.

Doffing his pack again before tying off his rope to its straps, Wanderer eases the laden bag down the slope before attempting the climb.

"Well, crap. Here goes nothin'."

"I think I see something down below. Let's check it out."

Yelling to be heard over the storm, Wanderer looks for a path to get down to the beach.

"Marrada, sweep the area, but stay close. We don't know who...or what...is up here."

Keeping his pistol well covered under his coat, along with his capped powder horn, Wanderer sets a hard pace up the hill.

"Take your anger out on whatever caused this mess, Marrada. Besides, you look good soaking wet."

"Okay, do what you gotta do. We should head out ASAP."

Wanderer moves toward his pack, stashed unobtrusively near the festivities' entrance.

"Ameiko, keep on eye on things here. We're gonna check out whatever that was."

With a nod to the sheriff, he sets out, shouldering his pack on the way.

Ditto

Wanderer almost draws his pistol in response to the sudden noise.

Seeing the person plummet from the cliffside, he taps Marrada on the arm.

"We should check out that scream, and whoever fell off the cliff. You geared up for trouble in that get-up?"

"You'll learn soon enough, son. Its often easier to just go along with the womenfolk's requests, than tryin' to dodge 'em."

Wanderer grins at the boy's exuberance. He throws him a wink, then slouches back in his chair some more.

Good by me.

I often do similar things at the table myself

"He still doing those things? Thought the old man gave it up years ago."

"For that price, I might just take up wood carvin'."

Wanderer settles back, knocking back a slug from his flask occasionally.

Appreciate it.

Glad it turned out like it did.

Survived the storm ok, but no power at my house.

I'll try to play from my phone, and/or laptop at the GFs house.

Hurricane Sandy messing up my schedule.

May be offline for a bit.

Go ahead & bot my pc if needed.

"I know what you mean. Seems a body can't acquire a bit 'o dirt without her giving you the evil eye."[\b]

[B]"Hey Ameiko, who's catering this shin-dig, anyways? I'm looking forward to a few cups if ale and dinner!"

"It's as good an excuse as any to have a party. This isn't too crazy. Small then weddings are usually full of good food, good drink, and plenty of unwed youngsters looking to pair off."

Wanderer's voice tapers off for a moment.

"'Sides, you look nice all dolled up and civilized. Enjoy it."

Let's roll.

No reason he would not be.

He is an out of work cowboy with a revenge complex & a chip on his shoulder. Not sure if that'll complicate things.

Why was Wanderer invited to the party?

Honestly, I'm guessing he wasn't invited. More likely, Marrada was, and Wanderer tagged along as her "+1."

Although he is pretty sentimental about weddings and young love, for numerous reasons...

Seems fairly reasonable.

Wanderer's goals are pretty straightforward: Stay alive. Get info. Kill the Colonel.

Player's goals: have fun, explore the 'hell-driven cowboy' character a bit.

I'm for fast, cinematic combats without a lot of rules bickering, and fun, witty banter.

1d6 ⇒ 5

So, 4 luck points.

DR & Damage modified & noted.

As for "sins," Wanderer is definitely Wrath. He is all about finding and killing the men he holds responsible for his wife's death.

Here's The Wanderer