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Tizzird gives the air a light sniff and suddenly his eyes bug out.
"I think I smell some bitter almonds!!!" Tizzird screams "an alchemist told me that means we gotta run"

The one at the back of the room then :)

"I ain't got time to bleed" Tizzird mutters to himself looking at his ruined hand. Lining up a quick shot Tizzird fires away with his pistol and hits one of the moths for a decent amount of damage, at least it would be some decent damage if it weren't for the mad world he lived in, damn fire giants showing him up.

I meant all of us, the combination of "Timber" and acid shampoo have made me laugh fairly hard :)

Note to self, never let players describe their own conditional effects on themselves

"I love big bugs and I cannot lie" Tizzird yells before shooting himself in the hand.

Damage to himself 1d8 ⇒ 7

"Jeez Pardner, that's some handy facesmahin' ye flail be doin'" Tizzird comments as he gets a draft of moth dust to the face and sneezes.

Since I'm an Aussie I'm about to pass out but I don't want to hold you guys up so presume I try and stay out of hand to hand and fire a shot once per turn at an enemy not in melee, failing that I'll try pistol whipping an enemy already fighting someone. Oh, and if you missed it before my revolver does 1d8 damage and for a pistol whip it'd be an improvised strike.

"shirt" Tizzird curses as he tries to find some cover from the new attack from above "Moths to the left of me, jokers from Andoran to the right and I'm stuck here in the middle with you, a flaming skeleton"

Tizzard will try to keep out of range of the moth beasties and bring his revolver to bear firing into the closest damn moth, he hates the dust they leave on things. With a pounding roar he fires his pistol and does his best to deafen his compatriots as he grins madly practically dancing from foot to foot in glee.

Tizzird will finish climbing the ladder down and draw his revolver and begin waiting for one of the vermin to move before making a shot.

Initiative 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Tizzird starts climbing down the ladder following the flaming skeleton but doing his best to avoid catching on fire thanks to the embers sparked by the aforementioned skeleton.

"Aye my tall pardner, though I be a male if I was a drow woman I'd be buxom" Tizzird replies in all seriousness.

"I hear what you be sayin' pardner but them kobolds are wiley little beasties so that ain't gunna be the only exit" Tizzird grimaces.

"Ah, under the dirt, the only place I feel at home pardners" Tizzird says as he examines the darkness beyond the trap door letting his darkvision pick out the details.

You know we'd turn up asking which giant tree and drow skeleton need getting rid of :)

"Aye Knot, though not anymore since I just done spat my passle o' chew out on ta the floor" Tizzird replies "Ah, sorry 'bout that me dwarven acquaintance"

"Jeez pardner, mind if I call ye Knot, I mean me home town was Snilldanridiri and even that is faster to say then ye name" Tizzird says as Knotted-limb Tangled Root introduces himself.

"My name is Tizzird Ur'doden, mightiest gunslinger to have ever sprung from the foul reaches of the darklands" Tizzird introduces himself before spitting a wad of chewing tobacco onto the ground at his side.

Forgot to change my damn posting persona

I, the mighty drow gunslinger Tizzird Ur'doden, have escaped the tyranny of the darklands so that I may spread the tyranny to the surface worlds above, glory be to mighty Lolth equivalent god. Would there still be a place in a game such as yours for myself?