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Was it expected that it would take this long? I have no rush (Quinoline's may be chillin' until the end of Season 3), but I don't want to forget, either.
I don't have Guns & Gears yet, but how good is the gunslinger archetype? Could a ranger with a bunch of rangery feats benefit from guns?
Thanks for running! It was fun. I'll confess I'm not a huge fan of the gunslinger. My son can't wait to play one, so I have to learn the class, but I probably won't make one of my own. It was good to play a premade one.
Zindarel tries to bind her own wounds, but they don't seem to stop bleeding. vs DC 18 Zindarel goes to sleep that night, feeling fine but asking Zakzak to keep watch. "If you need to shoot me, please use my own gun." She gives him some very specific instructions as to when he's allowed to shoot her and when he's not. In the morning, she feels fine, and she's glad that he listened to her instructions carefully.
Okay, this is going to get assigned to: Character Name: Quinoline Silicate
Quinoline didn't critically fail, she produced high quality items, which she then donated to charity. Edit: Wait, actually Quinoline didn't critically fail at all - 23 is normally a success, so she only fails with a nat 1. 7 days x 0.4 gp/day = 2.8 gp.
"I'm not leaving you, Zakzak! But I'll ... tactically position myself distant." Zindarel retreats behind the bar, reloads, and fires Black Dashed.
Zindarel feels the rot. She retreats, and reloads, and then fires at White.
Zindarel fires at White Dashed. ◆
She quickly reloads ◆, and fires again. ◆
Zindarel focuses on the ones breaking through the windows, losing focus on the exploding one. She'll fire her weapon at Blue Dashed (far northwest corner, 1st range increment!) ◆.
She ducks behind the table, reloading ◆. Then she scoots a little further under the table, Hiding ◆.
"Thanks, Doc!" Zindarel reloads as quickly as she can, and fires again.
She's too worried about accidentally hitting Zakzak that she misses wide right. She quickly reloads again.
"I see it, Zakzak! I didn't think they moved that fast." Zindarel puts the table between her and the waltzer, firing her mithril tree.
She utters some unkind words, and then
Zindarel scoffs at the zombie in front of her. Aiming her gun at Blue, she squeezes the trigger ◆.
She circles around the zombie in front of her ◆, and takes cover behind a table.
Zindarel will fire.
She'll move into the corner. If she can use Covered Reload, she will, otherwise, she'll just reload.
"If you want, you can all follow me."
"The window's stuck." Zindarel will look inside - is there anyone in there? If so, she'll ask them to open the window. If not, she'll whistle innocently and smash the window with the butt of her gun.
"More tightrope walking, Zakzak! Want to see more funny-fun? Hopefully funny-fun for us and not for the zombies." Zindarel begins walking across.
Zindarel agrees, but stresses they'll need to watch their backs if they're headed into the lion's den first.
"I say we clear out the small houses first. Any other thoughts?"
Zindarel bows when people compliment her acrobatic skills. "Theater sounds good. Ammunition sounds good."
Zindarel reaches up to grab the rope and misses completely. But she heroically twists around and grabs the wire with her other hand. She climbs back up and continues walking the tightrope.
Zindarel nods along with Zakzak as he talks about We Be Goblins. "I wish they translated the parts that were in Goblin, but it was a very good show." She'll follow Zakzak through the window.
The tall elf has a much harder time Balancing than the goblin.
"Oh, Zakzak, of course you know that we're in this together. Let's go upstairs."
Zindarel counters the suggestion Martelle made. "We're well-armed. If it's safe upstairs, we'll be more useful down here. But I think the four of us should stick together."
Zindarel offers her healing potions to Booker. "Treating wounds could take several minutes. If the wound isn't too bad, maybe we should use this potion first?"
I'm old enough to have played D&D Red Box, but would appreciate reasonable limits on descriptions - at some point, my kids may play, and I'd rather the forums assume everyone is underage rather than be surprised by it. Zindarel is fine being splashed with damage, unless players show particularly bad judgement. I think she's going to be retreating to distance a lot, so it shouldn't come up too much.
Zindarel smiles at her fellow card players. "Nice shooting! You head-shot the rot ... ting thing." She backs away and takes cover behind the next table, reloading as she does so. Then, she fires back at Red-Dashed.
I have two glyphs. Zindarel will give one Hero Point to her BFF Zakzak. The other will go to Doc.
Zindarel jumps to attention as the zombies burst through the door. Already jumpy from the reflex-based card game, she immediately fires a shot into the lead zombie. Stand ◆, Draw (Interact) ◆, Strike (One Shot One Kill) ◆ vs Red
Zindarel is very focused on winning the game amd barely notices Hector tripping or the crowd.
And she's not doing that well at the game either.
One ... MILLION ... Hero Points! *Dr. Evil laugh*
Zindarel smiles politely as she takes a seat, with far less fanfare than her travelling companion. "Osirian Dire Rat's Crew? I've never heard of it, but that has never stopped me before." She leans over and quietly reminds Zakzak the order of longshanks counting. "...so three is bigger than two, and four is bigger than three, and so on. And no guns unless they shoot first!" "He'll be fine," she declares to the table. Zindarel doesn't drink much, but does turn bright red after a few sips.
A tall elf and a short goblin walk in to Alkenstar and look at each other, smiling. This is where they belonged. The Tien elf admires the variety of guns as they walk down the street, nudging the goblin whenever a gun that they haven't seen is spotted. She herself carries a mithral tree on her hip, a firearm with metal bands for deflecting melee weapons. They laugh at some of the more ridiculous scenes - a dwarf carrying a gun taller than himself, for example. Zindarel parts from Zakzak for a few minutes to ask some locals about the location of Martelle's saloon. She returns with a cross street, and they make their way to card hall.
I think Farol lives in Europe, so all you need is cannibals.
"better you than me" on the whole mantrailing thing Absolutely. I'm gone this weekend ... to a quiet hotel. Eating at fancy restaurants and probably reading books on a cold, deserted beach with my wife.
I think Doc and Zindarel are left. I'll take . |