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Ortensia tapped Tessera's quiver ,bestowing Daybreak Arrow to assist the archer.Casting Daylight Arrow for Tessera, then Wreath of Blades on myself

As she floated effortlessly several feet off the ground ,five shining mithril daggers flashed into being in a rotating ring. They sparkled with both magic and the keenest of their blades.

She hefted the Ravenshead with a grim determination.

Cast Psychic Significance

Frowning, Ortensia took in the room and its contents with a cautious eye. Upon seeing the nude body of their quarry, she paused to seek out what transpired with her psionic abilities.

Such happenings make no logical sense. Then again, the alien forces with which we find ourselves dealing with are beyond the pale of mortals, undead and the like... Ortensia dreaded what she would find but her curiosity and need for piecing events together made her investigation a necessity.

I have 14 mental focus points. I can spend two now and strafe these foes with 5d6+7d6 blast of elemental energy with a range of 100ft out and anything within 20 ft of that blast gets hit.

Y'all up for it?

...Anybody wanna bet that thing is some sort of mimic or machine that eats people? Who wants to soften them up from afar? Then clean up what's left?

A cloud of smoke wafted from one of the wagons ahead,catching the halfling's attention and sending him jolting onto his feet from his kneeling position.

The monk was on full alert, concerned that a fire had started in one of the wagons. Which could spread to the rest of the caravan.

W-Whoa...!
Before he could suck in the breath to holler an alarm, he saw the fancy dressed tiefling that had joined recently poke his head out of the back of the wagon, coughing and fanning at the smoke.

What the~? His eyebrows furrowed upon his bald brow when he saw the tiefling glance around as if checking to see anyone was looking before hurriedly ducking back inside, yanking at the cloth covering the back of the wagon closed.

Bewildered,Killian stared for a moment before settling back into his kneeling position with a frown. He recalled seeing that tiefling fellow hauling around the sort of bag apothecaries would use. Clinking bottles and vials on his person.

...Wierdo.

Small even for his race at 2'11", Killian was an uncommon sight. Clean shaven from the crown of his skull to the tops of his feet, the halfing monk sat in a kneeling position atop the canopy of one of the wagons. It gave the skittish and paranoid lad some peace of mind--a great vantage point to spot any threats and so he could shout an alarm.

Watching the scenery pass by was pleasant enough to calm his neurotic mind. The shifting breeze and the steady sway of the canvas beneath him of the wagon's covering similar to a stiff cot preferable to the hard wood of the interior.

He wanted to do his part acting as a lookout while he ride along. It was the least he could do for Bort allowing him to come along after passing the monastery he'd left.

As a wry smile settled across his round, youthful features. He had left the monastery due to being the odd one out--mostly dwarves and a smattering of gnomes. All strong, sturdy, and stalwart.

And him, a foundling, tolerated but not truly belonging. Skittish, nervous, and paranoid. Smaller,weaker, and not as stout.

Hence his rather ironic moniker they'd given him--Stoutheart.

He knew he was a coward. He just wished he wasn't so scared of everything.

But here he was in defiance of his nature. Out in the world from his sheltered cloistered halls.

And a part of a caravan made up of people as varied and different as could be. Yet together in unity.

Heh. I'm one to talk.

Killian stretched as he decided it was time to see where today would lead.He slid down from the roof of the wagon to see they'd stopped in a sad excuse of a town.

...Oh.

Overhearing the chatter from the others about the slowly dying village, he shuddered. ...Plaguestone? Why would anybody wanna stop in a place with such a ominous nickname? Not like Etran's Folly sounded any better.

Hey guys. Back and didnt die from covid

Dang i need to play the lotto

We just worried about werewolves, not wereboars right?

AWESOMENESS

Think the ear popping and shifting elevation nearly made me pass out. And i love rollercoasters.

Landed in Lauderdale,drove to Miami,saw the beach for the first time,drove all the way to Orlando,went to Volcano Bay. It was fun. Overwhelming but worth it.

Happy Turkey Day,Black Friday, and Cyber Monday

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23Sense Motive

Being a merchant meant learning to read not only a room but people. Even those he couldn't see. His keen ears and keener mind picked up on the bluff in the tiny voice.

A vicious grin of delight split the gnome's face as he realized he truly held all the cards.

...I highly doubt that.

The paper crinkled in his fist as the sound of parchment slowly ripping along a straight blade sounded. Taunting it.

You can't bluff to a merchant. And I'm certain you don't want to return to whichever level of Hell you hail from. I hear its a big place. And none too kind for a tiny thing such as you.

To Asha, he tsked.My dear, you are far too kind for your own good. Especially to something that's been actively trying to murder you mere moments ago with diseased vermin. Alas, tis what makes you so charming.

Versed as she was in the multitude of smells and tastes of her craft, Stenne took notice of any variations no matter how minor in her surroundings. She breathed through her mouth and tasted the air she drew in.

The fire burned bright and crackled in the hearth as though the flames were gnawing greedily at the wood.

However,the absence of two things told her it a visual phantasm. The smell of burning wood should had been left lingering in the air. Not even a hint of soot.

She also didn't smell the stonework that made up the fireplace. The bricks smelled hours cold from where she stood.

Hm. Why bother with the illusion of a fire?

She approached the door, eyeing it suspiciously for any tamperimg.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21Perception

Okay...goblin felt dress,padded armor made from ratty pillow she squeezed herself into,caltrops,bag of sand,backpack made from hideous human purse,jar of goblin pickles,bottle of mice and bugs for snacking and entertainment,sticks of charcoal for drawing graffiti,darts 4,broken bottle for stabbing as impovised dagger,torches 2,and wooden bucket for helmet.

Bastargrae wasn't exactly all to surprised to see that the dottari had paid his place of business a visit. He probably was the only gnomish tea merchant in all of Kintargo,after all.

As he tore down the parchment and stuffed it into his pocket to show to his fellows,he surveyed the extent of the intrusion of his beloved shop.It seemed they had been petty and made a mess of things. Shelving had been toppled or outright smashed off the walls.The bins containing the stores of teas he had on display for customers scattered all over the floor and whatever surface that didn't have muddied bootprints upon it.

All salvageable. All could be repaired. Only a bit of a mess to clean--nothing too devastating.

Bastargrae was honestly relieved that this was all they did. He'd feared they'd strewn garbage or nightsoil all over everything.He even expected to return to a smoldering shell--he wouldn't put it past the dottari given what transpired at the protest.

Several stepstools he'd kept for reaching out of reach items had been in cut lopsidedly to make them more or less useless. He scoffed that they'd taken the time to do such a silly thing.

Shaking his head with a wry chuckle,the gnomish tea merchant set about fixing the damaged door by installing a new lock before he tidied up the unsightly mess. What tea that hadn't been ruined he sifted and resealed in fresh containers. Ruined furniture was broken down further and stacked neatly in a corner to be used for kindling once autumn came.

A bit of his innate magicks aided what a broom and soapy water couldn't. Once he was satisfied,the gnomish investigator unlocked his private back room to gain access to what truly mattered--his alchemy kit,the lockbox holding his shop's weekly earnings,ledgers,and his truly rare batches of teas he kept out of reach due to the difficulty of gaining them.

Methodically,Bastargrae set out a series of tasks to prepare himself for what was to come. He had no idea what his actions would spell for himself or his shop.All he knew was that his fate altered this morning when he attended that protest.

His and that of the city of Kintargo.

Anticipation trailed cold fingertips down his spine.He fairly quivered at the gravitas of the situation.He busied himself by tanning the alligator hide,using a barber's razor to shave away from it g bits of flesh and sinew.

He'd already set the water to boil and the added the tea. Now it was time to let it steep and see what brewed.

Gatherine was playing with her pet shocker lizards over on the small billards table,using the cues to roll the balls about while the tiny lizards scurried about playfully spitting sparks and riding balls.

She giggled fondly when one tried to shove a billard twice its size and failed,throwing a tantrum by stamping its feet and spitting harmless sparks that fizzled out against the glazed stone spheres.

When the door crashed inwards with a bang that sent her startled shocker lizards diving into the table's holes to hide,Gatherine sent a ball hopping off the table and clattering across the oaken floorboards in an alarmed lurch.

The cry of trouble sent her scrambling towards the door,tossing off the barmaid apron to reveal her masterwork breastplate made into the likeness of a bear's roaring head worn over her leather overtunic and brindle fur bodysuit.

Before Tol could lunge over the bar counter to impede her,she snatched up her benefical bandoleer that held her arsenal of wheelock pistols and a warhammer from behind the billards table and wriggled into it.

...Gonna go help an' run a couple of feild tests with my new weapons while I'm doing it so don't worry. Byyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeee!!!

Tol's sputtering were drowned out by the sound of her rapidly receeding footsteps.

Since their return to civilized lands and triumphant yet unintentional first time as adventurers resulted in coin,a sprinkling of.renown, and newfounded senses of growth, Gatherine had busied herself by stocking herself up in preperation of yet another venture.

Relieved to see Tol more or less rejuvenated like a wilted plant bolstered by fresh water and sunlight due to pouring most of his eneegies into refurbishing an old,decrepit fishery into a decent pub alongside the gnome Gelik and the masked witch-doctor Mugambi instead of worrting himself over safeguarding her from cannibals and undead.He bustled about with a new burst of energy that reminded her of when they were back on the farmstead,constantly hovering with a fierce protectiveness over her wayward self.

It seems all he needed was a new outlet,one she was glad to not be. Itnwas hard enough to do the things she'd like with Tol popping up and hauling her back into the pub to clean or repair something every time she so much as touched a toe onto the docks.

Especially since Gorra was enjoying getting lavished with attention more than guarding her whenever Tol wasn't about.She rubbed at her back where the warhorse had sat on her to prevent her from wandering off yesterday.

There wasn't too much you could do when a horse decided you weren't going anyplace soon.

She decided to make use of the small forge Tol had set up in the pub's basement,which was also a shrine dedicated to Torag,the Dwarfather.Offerring a prayer out of respect,the dwarf maid began to craft.
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Tol paused when he caught the sound of a muffled clanging of a blacksmith's hammer.He immediately dropped his gaze to the floor,where the forge and altar to Torag lay underneath in the building's bowels.

A proud smile made his beard bristle....Why,I'll be! Miss Gatherine paying homage to the Dwarfather.I'll bet whatever it is will be a fine piece!

Smiling broadly,the dwarven cavalier contiued his work.

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Hours later,Gatherine reeled back onto a stool to rest.She plopped down with a gasp,mopping the sweat from her brow with a rag. She stared at the object taking place.

An unfamiliar sense of purpose came over her.She gazed at the holy icon of Torag,dipped her head in prayer, and continued her task.

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Several days into her project,Gatherine only emerged to bathe,eat,and gather supplies. She hardly spoke or diverted her attention from the task at hand. What is was,she wouldn't tell.

Mugambi turned his head to follow the uncharacteristically stotic dwarfmaid before nudging Tol,who was painting a wall.

...Is Ma Gatherine alright? She's not herself lately. asked the witch doctor worriedly.

No worries,Doctor Mugambi.She's just focused,is all.We dwarves tend to devote ourselves to certain tasks wholeheartedly. I,for one, am glad she's got something to occupy herself that's productive and doesn't involve her blasting something to smithereens! Tol replied with a fond smile.

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Gtherine held up a dwarven styled warhammer with a metal haft wrapped in several layers of leather.Its anvil shaped head was carved into the likeness of an angry,fuming male dwarf with teeth bared--Tol's furious visage at her antics. The teeth formed a grill that were stained with blackpowder residue and soot.

With a deft press of a button under its head,it popped open to reveal a chamber similar to that of a firearm's loading muzzle.A warhammer with a charge of blackpowder that detonated on impact.

A dwarven thunderhammer.Just like the ones her da crafted back on the farmstead.Like the maulax her sister carried.

Proudly,she hefted it in one hand and twirled it....Tol's Ire.

The dwarfmaid strapped the new weapon to her hip in a holster and made her way over to a low table where she had her other project scattered alongside her gunsmith kit.

Cracking her knuckles,the dwarfmaid set to wirk once again. She dragged the dismantled reamins of an iron meatgrinder over to her.

...Needs more barrels. If one shot won't do,six should!

Seeing that the serpentfolk woman was finally dead,Gatherine kicked the unholy symbol away from her body and proceeded to stamp on it until the ringing in her ears subsided.

1d100 ⇒ 37
1d100 ⇒ 44
1d100 ⇒ 82
1d100 ⇒ 38

Gatherine,distracted by the antics of her shockerlizards,snapped to attention at the warning,fishing one of the critters out of her cleavage.

Huh?!

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14Initiative

E-Terah almost fell over in alarm at the brilliant flash of white-hot silver radiance that burst from the pile of items,gold eyes wide and outlined with silver. Her hairs stood on end and crackled as though shocked before regaining its flared mohawk. She shook herself,feeling a warm tingling sensation. Sweat beaded her dark skin as she rose to her feet,giving herself a firm shake.Her breath came out in huffs through her nostrils.

Oh my. What a rush!she thought dazedly.

Torag be gladdened at out efforts! Jus' look n' see f'r yo'selves! An' th' items have been cleansed o' evil an' we are free t' use 'em!What a fortunate day. Grit n' glory t' us all!

She held up the reforged warhammer bearing the dwarven diety's icon proudly.She gave a giddy spin,sending the skirt of her dress and cloak whirling.

The dwarf maiden gave herself time to settle her racing blood in the midst of the brief fight and her ire at the undead's presence, sobering as she knelt to consult the stones that cried out to her in a moaning dirge.

She cast a disdainful glance at the mangled remains of the felled cadaver and swallowed hard,feeling her vocal cords relax and her ears pop as her curse released its hold upon her. She heard the garbled gibberish that came from her companions translate itself into comprehending Common so that she may answer thier questions.

Aye,this...horror is th' source o' th' foulness that has tainted this house o' Torag. A huecuva is born fr'm th' corpses o' th' faithless. He must've renounced his belief in the Dwarfather an' died in such bitterness he returned as this thing. Seein' that he's all by himself, he alone must've remained or was th' only one here t' begin with.The dwarf maid used her maulaxe to prod at the corpse,hooking the blade of the axehead around its neck and began to remove it from the temple grounds with grim purpose.Her voice had a note of pity in it.Coz without faith,loneliness c'n be a monster...

She used her maulaxe to sling it as far away from the temple's
entrance,sending the dessicated corpse clad in tattered robes clattering against the walls of the corridor.It lay in a crumpled heap like discarded rubbish.

Because that's exactly what it was in the eyes of a deity whose worshiper had cast them aside as well.Rubbish did not need to be buried or given its last rites.

Without a backward glance,spitting upon the maulaxe to clean the filth from it and flicking it off,she returned to her companions awaiting her word on what now needed to be done.Her face was cool and stolid as though carved as she addressed her companions.

Th' stones tell me that I'll be needin' an entire day t' reconsecrate th' temple. I'm no cleric but I'm confident I know which rites will be required. Th' water is pure an' fresh for us t' drink o' bathe with,by th' grace o' Torag. Th' forge is unused but it c'n be used t' either repair or make anew armaments given we have th' appropriate tools an' supplies. Here,I'll be able t' redeem them items we looted,in time.I will need all o' ya'll t' help me clean and gather what is needed f'r th' rituals. And...thank ye f'r yer hands. I truly appreciate it.

The dwarf maid bellowed like an enraged heifer at the sight of the perversion of life that emerged.She brandished a large rock and hurled it as hard as she could at it,absolutely livid.The apple sized stone bled scintillating yellow light as it sailed across the chamber in a arc.

Cast Magic Stone
1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 1 = 11Attk
2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 + 1 = 5Dmg

E'Terah looked quite pleased when she noticed the symbol of Torag upon the ruined temple's wall. She pracrically skipped up to it and placed a hand upon the immense relief of a dwarven warhammer. She frowned at the site's sorry state of disrepair.

Aye,'tis th' Forgefather's temple.He must be guidin' me...t' find one dedicated t' him down in' th' bowels o' th' Worldwound is heartening,indeed. Like comin' upon an oasis in th' middle o' a desert ravaged by a sandstorm. If'n i c'n get mah hand on some silver powder,make some holy water, and an entire day o' prayer, i c'n redeem them items we found.

The dwarf maid ran her hand along the dust-coated wall,frowning at how the stone crumbled underneath her gloved fingertips.She let out a rather forlorn sigh through her nostrils....'Tis seen better days,I'll admit. I guess it falls t' me t' restore it t' its former glory.It'll be hard toil but it'll be well worth th' effort. Once I've got this place in proper order,we c'n use it as a safe haven. If'n ye haven't noticed,th' temple is built like a bunker f'r use in times o' war. i might ev'en get him t' bestow a blessin' upon us f'r our work. I think we'll be needin' it f'r whatever lies ahead o' us...

More or less talking to herself, she noticed how Melchesiech's ears flicked at something he heard. She cocked her head and pushed aside the thick fuschia hair hanging over her ears,straining to pick up any unusual noise.1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17Perception

It's faint but...it sounds like a humming drone. Like a buzzing a winged insect wound make.E'Terah thought,eyes shifting as she tried to place it.

Ah!The dwarf maid took a fighting stance,looking up towards the cavern's ceiling.Her maulaxe gleamed as she presented the axeblade's edge to strike outwards.Oi! Remember them oversized maggots we ran into back a ways? What if there be other bugs about? O' th' unusually large variety?

She cast Horgus an admonishing glance.Probably drawn by our more vocal members,thinkin' he was easy feedin'.

E-terah considered the others' words and the possibility of refurbishing the weapons for the use of good rather than original,vile purpose seemed worth the effort.She stoked her chin with a gloved thumb and forefinger.Hmmm...

Although not a cleric indoctrinated into any church of goodly gods,she was a follower of the dwarven pantheon and heeded many of each deities teachings as guidelines.It would be a test of her own faith and limitations of her ocular powers in the attempt.

If she could not handle such a task,then she would not be strong enough to survive any further within the Worldwound. And it seemed she would be here for quite a bit.

She dipped her head in a bow and stepped forward.I do believe I'll take on th' task o' redeemin' these instruments o' evil into administers o' good.Better t' try t' mend somethin' rather than outright destroy it when it c'n be used to set right th' wrongs they might have wrought. As f'r th' armor,it shouldn't be all that tryin' t' find a shrine deticated to a goodly diety an' usin' s'me holy water t' cleanse 'em. As f'r th' blade...I'll be needed s'methin' t' carry it in--it's so vile it'll burn me flesh like sunlight t' a vampire.

E-Terah bumped fists with Daylen,spinning her maulaxe with a flourish and slinging it over her shoulder.Her coif still stood on end like a battleax blade growing out of her scalp,the spell still in effect.

When she caught a glimpse of the various items that the others were rummaging through,looted from the undead foes,she recoiled and muttered an oath in Terran.She fingered the solid silver religious icon of Torag she kept for comfort despite not being a cleric of the Forgefather that dangled from the end of her maulaxe like a charm.

...Foul armaments f'r foul foes.Grisly things made o' th' flesh o' sentient humanoids.Instruments t' sow agony an' strife.I'll not touch ' em an' I'd advise ye don' handle 'em either.

The dwarf maid recovered from her utmost shock at the foes that greeted them and spurred herself to action,emerging from her stupor like one awakening from a deep slumber. She blinked her eyes to cement what she was witnessing and gave her flared crest of fuschia hair a shake,grumbling the words to will the spell to take hold.

Her hot pink hair gave a metallic sheen and stood on end as though electrified,giving her a rather frightening appearance. It stiffened and sharpened like a porcupine's quills,each hair like a strand from a wire brush.Even the braids that hung down to her heels went rigid like long thick horns that stuck out behind her.

. The ironbeard grants a +1 armor bonus to AC, and this bonus stacks with any armor worn by the creature. The ironbeard may also be used as a weapon equivalent to cold iron armor spikes. The ironbeard makes it difficult to speak, so any spellcasting with a verbal component has a 20% spell failure chance. AC is now 19 for 1 minute.

Readied,the dwarf maid waded into the fray to assist her fellow survivors from these grisly foes.Her voice sounded like shifting gravel churning beneath a determined tread.

Gatherine had been more or less preoccupied with shaking out and examining the brindle fur bodysuit.It reminded her of the short haired coats of some of the mastiffs her family bred for war.

She removed her armor and clothing,gave the bodysuit a throughout beating to clean it of dust,and wearing only her undergarments,squeezed into it.It stretched and spread out to adjust to her plump,short frame.She looked herself over and laughed.It felt like a giant furry pair of leggings for her entire body!

The dwarf maid put her boots back on and stowed her clothes into her backpack before donning her lammellar leather armor over the brindle bodysuit.She readjusted her hat,backpack,bandoleer,and adventurer sash.

Oi...it feels like I'm wearing....nothing at all!she gave her bottom a shake and jiggled merrily in her new attire.

Gatherine twirled Sneezy Dragon on her fingers,switched her grip on it and swiped at the undead woman's head.Will you just die for good already?! I'm sick of looking at your rotten face!

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30Pistol Whip
1d20 ⇒ 20Confirm? Omigawd YES.
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10CMB
Grit 3/4

What did I tell you!? Today was the day you fell to the Survivors of Smugglers Shiv!! Tell your headless worm that Gatherine Deepheavy the Firefisted sent you!

Gatherine was engaged in a frenetic dance with the black dagger-- ducking and weaving while swiping at it with Sneezy Dragon ineffectually.It dogged her like a persistent hornet,jabbing at her head,neck,and shoulders.

Already smarting from her previous nicks from the floating knife,she made a frustrated noise.Chanting,she repeated her earlier mantra and shot flame at the miasma.
2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Gatherine joined Mugambi,waddling over to the miasma shroud and aims Sneezy Dragon into the shroud,away from Mugambi.

Sneezy Dragon! Dragon Breath Cartridge! Load!The dwarf maid commanded,and with a twinkle of magic,the said ammo winked out of the bandoleer across her belly and into the pistol with a click.She squeezed the trigger,eyes flashing.

Brilliant orange flame illuminated what hid within before washing over it with a sizzle of scalded flesh.Thick smoke mixed with the darkness and roiled.

Light up the dark!!

2d6 ⇒ (2, 3) = 5

Move to 10ft away from miasma priestess

And look like you?! An ugly shriveled up piece of mummy jerky with no titties? Imma dwarf--- we live a good four centuries on average.So you take your offer and shove it up your narrow,stank arse.

Gatherine flinched at the poke she received from the floating dagger.Then she sneered.

That the best you got? I've had worse bee stings.

OI!! You think you can fool me with your tricks!? Too afraid to face me,eh? Meet Twinbellows!Gatherine hollered after seeing the person hiding with the shroud of darkness illuminated by Sneezy Dragon's flames.

She fired into the miasma twice,the double barreled pistol roaring and spitting sparks and smoke.1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 7 - 4 = 20
1d8 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 4 = 14
1d8 ⇒ 7Extra dmg

1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 3 + 2 = 18Will Save

Gatherine shook off the feeling of creeping dread and.panic in a burst of indignant willpower.....Nobody's scared of you!!

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15Perception

Gatherine eyed the door skepticaly.Then she dragged Kovak's corpse over to it and heaved it at the door just to test whether what had cuased the scorch marks happened again.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15Perception

Yea,well,she's a woman who's gonna get shot in the face.Nobody leads ME on a wild goose chase.

The she dwarf reloaded Twinbellows with a snap of her wrist.

Coughing to clear her burning throat and nose,spitting off to the side in an attempt to rid her mouth of the taste of a wasted meal,the she dwarf waddled away from the rancid corpse cheese and switched firearms.She strode up to the pillar where the other undead clung ro it like a disturbing insect.

Move to L,3. Attack with Twinbellows,fire both barrels. 10 feet away so I don't catch another whiff of undead funk.

Chubby face screwed up in a disgusted scowl,the she dwarf raised Twinbellows and aimed for its leering,unliving waxy face.The double barreled pistol thundered twice simultaneously,the sound echoing sharply off the chamber walls. Even the scattered bones trembled on the ground beneath her boots.

Git your stank self dead,you abomination before the goodly gods!

1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 9 - 2 = 1610ft+Deadly Aim
1d8 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
1d8 ⇒ 8Both barrels

WHY DO YOU REEK SO MUCH?!

Gatherine watched the undead fall over like a hewn tree,landing before her with a thump. She let out a resounding war cry,waving her smoldering pistol in triumph.

All fall before the might of the Deepheavy family!!

1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 2 = 27
1d20 ⇒ 16crit confirm
1d8 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Gatherine let out an angry holler when she saw the gangly undead brutalize Iolana and Syndlara.

OI! Just who do you think you are?! I'll learn you to hurt my party,you piece of mummy jerky!

Move to d3
Gatherine surged up to the undead in indignant fury,and shoved Twinbellows into its chest and emptied the remaining shot into its ribcage. It bucked in her hand,hot sparks sizzling and gunsmoke roiling over her. She saw its body jerk violently,and chunks of gray flesh sprayed her.

4d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 4, 4) = 12

Get outta our way,you abominations before all that is good and right! Enjoy some FIRE!!

Gatherine declared at the top of her lungs,snatching one of the smaller beads from the necklace at her throat and flicking it at the gangly one holding the leashes of the other ones---probably the biggest threat.

Blech.Keep them flowery words,Longface-Skinnybody.Imma Deepheavy-- we run most of the Lonely Coast,above an below ground.We hunt thieves an brigands.Pirates are just bandits that can swim.I'll work wit you regardless,jus don't think you can flatter your way into my good graces.she turned her nose up at him,puffing out her ample bosom.

One of her shocker lizards popped out from her armor and squeaked,electric sparks jumping off it.It waved its limbs at the new faces.

To Truk,she considered something and lowered Sneezy Dragon,Oi,I'm Gatherine.You okay for a demiblood orkie.Look like one o them fist fighters.Nice fisticuffs there.

She tapped his ham sized fist with her smaller one in a bump of knuckles,a dwarven handshake.

Gatherine made her way over to the others as they finished up with the rest of the cannibals,that huge half-orc pummeling the last one standing with an uppercut that sent him up into the air and crashing back into the sand.That was interesting-- a bare- knuckled brawler.Like a monk,but without the practiced grace and style replaced with brutal blows of a pugilist.

Then she saw Iolana draw her weapon on the man who looked like a stereotypical pirate dandy and start ranting,obviously sore about something personal.From her words,Gatherine already didn't like him.

She scowled.And he was the owned of the double-barreled pistol she had heard firing.Shame that an arse had access to blackpowder and a fine firearm.But it was the often the wielder,not the weapon.

The plump she- dwarf waddled her way up to the group,treading over the corpses of any cannibals in her way with her laced up boots.She was 3'11",hardly coming up past anyone's wait or chest and nearly as wide.Wide hips,wide shoulders,and heavy bosom that bounced with each step despite her purple and yellow lammellar armor doing its best to contain her curves as it was specifically fitted for a female dwarf of her girth.

All she wore other than that was a leather over tunic with a corset laced up to show her cleavage,where she currently had one of her pistols stowed away between for lack of a better place and easy access.Soft leather boots that laced up the length of her calves ending in rather small,delicate feet(for a dwarf,mind you) encased her lower legs along with leather breeches buttoned up along the sides of her hip.She dusted off the crooked tricorne at with blood and sand on it,tucking it back onto her head,which sported a distinctive hairstyle that gathered her thick auburn and gold streaked hair into ropey braided in such a way they resembled a pinecone.The ends of her hair were gathered beneath her throat in thick braids and crisscrossed. Bright round eyes the color of gold coins scanned the two newcomers.

A chubby,heartshaped face with pouting pink lips,a button nose,and dark flesh similar to that of a Garundi human,as dark complexitied as that of the healer Mugambi and Jask,scrunched into a scowl.

She tipped her head back to look up at the heavily muscled summon of a half orc,then at the pirate who was being ranted at by Iolana. Oi,who're you two? And if any of you harass Iolana or Syndlara,you gotta deal with me,an I ain't as nice as they are!

Hallo,pretty lime lady in blood soaked coat! Darts be good gobbie! Am knowing how hard it be to act like peoples.Peoples runs away or try squish Darts. Make Darts sad.

But Darts fast like greased pig with tail on fire chase by Worgs,so he no worrying.No can catch Darts.

Can give advice to make so people's not try smoosh Darts every time he goes to people village? Darts only wants be goody and be person,but am hard...Crested Fe-Dwarf who teach Darts truth of words and soap said be good but Darts forgot to ask her how before Darts left.

...Darts forgot where she lived.Have you sees her?! She brownskin dwarf with eyes like shinies peoples trade for foods and wearings and big dark pinky crest of hair on head like axe!

Darts knows! Can Darts come withs Pretty not-orc lady and learnings to be person?

I never said you DID anything to me--except,you know,fib about being a child.Children are meant to be protected and cherished-- not a convenient disguise.I find it unsettling.Forgive me for bein brutally honest but that's just how I feel about such a thing...'Annie'.E-Terah leaned in close,half-kidded gaze penetrating.Her sun-filtered honey eyes bored into the disguised gnome. ' I dislike trickery.I like bein honest and open with those I deal with-- it helps when I risk my arse for you to heal you or shield you from harm using mah own flesh.Coz that's what companions do,or so I was taught.So,until you stop looking like someone' s brat,I'll refer to you as brat,eh?

After snatching what appeared to be an unattended sandwich from a table nearby,the she dwarf gnawed on it to sate her hunger before tossing the rest to Pale Ale to gobble up.She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and stood.

Aye,let's go trekkin.

The she dwarf patted Beylinda on the hand with a wide grin.Hehehe.Now you got me interest piqued! That'll be much fun to be had! I always wanted to dabble a bit further into th' blessings o' the earth but bein an oracle limits me.I'll have time to tap into th' leylines here and see what I can draw out.I wouldn't mind bein' known far and wide as a mighty geomancer.Bet I could even move the very mountains...but,of course,I can't neglect mah martial prowess.Gotta work on bein a warrior as well.Tis always a good idea to train every skill to its utmost potential.I should practice mah smithery as well-- start by improving mah armor and axes. Why,Beylinda,I bet given enough time and resources,a brilliant lass like you could...raise your very own Pathfinder organization here!With you head of the whole bit! Imagine what would be said about you back home,eh? Bet no one thought of that!

...I very much doubt they're capable of anything worse than trying to detain us or kill us.Which is pretty basic--I've dealt with worse.Like the time I got polymorphed into a badger but retained my sense of self.Worse thing was having no thumbs and being unable to speak.I understand your paranoia and I'll respect your concerns as best I can.I just won't promise anything--as I know all too well how precarious our current situation be. We're outlanders in a world that sees us as aliens just as we see it.I'm just sticking to what I know-- I'm a farmer,a smith,and a healer. And most of all,a dwarf.I'll not lie outright-- besides,I've discovered that the term ' dwarf' also refers to humans afflicted with a deformity called dwarfism,whereas they are are stunted in sizes similar to children or halflings.Unflattering,but a decent cover. Thom an' Blossom are recognized as fey and positivly viewed,you can pass for a exotic beauty of a human despite your...natural biology.An the 'brat' here can pass herself off as a child-- not too uncommon.We can claim she's along for training to control her gifts should she use them in public.

Turning to Thom,she bumped fists with the swordsman with a warm smirk,You take of yourself,boy.May your blade carve a decent path for you to tread.Shame you have to leave us so soon.Grit,gold,an' glory to you.

When the native River approached their table and told them of an opportune proposal from the Sheriff,she nodded.Aye,that sounds acceptable.Gotta build a reputation and start small before you can even consider greater rewards for your actions.You gotta earn it.I'm more interested in cattle than bushels of grain-- although some hardy donkeys or goats would do just as well.Or some more warhounds....I'll jus need to get the rest of mah gear from the room I was in.

When he mentioned rented horses she made a face,...Horses,eh.Not too found of them.Rather ride a pig or a donkey.Some paladin's mean bastard of a mount tried to squash me flat one time.But I'll make do.

I'll follow yer lead an' whatnot,but I'll draw th' line at others. Buryin mah coin in an unfamiliar place where any fool can find it be one.I can make me own coinage.All you do is melt th gold down and stamp it wit a design.All you really need is a pot an' some open flame. Besides,if it's been three decades since this so-called upheaval,an such things as Worgs an' minotaur,an' drakes an such have appeared,why can't dwarves? When we pursued the Quest of Sky a millennia past and drove the orcs o the surface as a consequent effect of our action,three new races were know to the surface of Golarion.Dwarven folk like me,the orks,and the wretched,unfortunate demiork....Why can't the same be said there aren't dwarves living beneath the earth here,still in isolated underground fortress holds? That's easy enough to explain.

I bet you I could find a vein of gold ore,mine it,melt it, and make our own currency.I also found out that a single coin of gold be worth ten times as much as it did back home. I can pretty much buy with impunity and still have coin left over.It's nor like I'm flaunting it openly like a highnosed noble.

Looking the woman in the eye,she crossed her arms over her breastplate.Besides,what else was I supposed to pay with?

A scowl darkened her stotic face,Livestock thieves? Worse than standard skulks,preying on the livelihoods of farmers and ranchers.They should all be tied up in a burlap sack and beaten to death.If I ever come across one,I'll gladly rid the world o' them. If there's bounties out for them,I'll gladly hunt them down. Farmin be tryin enough without parasites like that hindering your survival...

The she dwarf spoke from experience.In the swaths of land the Deepheavy clan claimed ad their territories,above ground and below,thieves were considered the worst sort.Her family was known for seeking out and utterly decimating any sort of raiders or bandits within and around thier stomping grounds with extreme prejudice.

When Thom approached her,she nodded in greetings and followed him to the indicated gathering place.It was time to put something nourishing in her belly.

Hmm.Aye,some nosh would be nice.Not wise to drink on an empty belly.What is it you wanted to discuss...?she looked at the newcomer River who accompanied them.

She kept a firm hand and close eye on the dog as she lead it to a table,ordering it to lay at her feet.

At Annie,she frowned,...Who or what did you turn into a two-legged torch,Firebug? And will it come bite to bite us in the arse?

The she dwarf went still as a stone at the revelation Jose provided.Her face was oddly blank as she returned most of the coinage into a purse with a pinching clasp that she stored behind her breastplate.Counting out ten gold coins and 5 silver,she handed it over to the man holding the leash.

She eyed the mastiff bulldog mix with a critical eye,noting the loose folds of skin,short yellow-tan fur like pale ale,docked stumpy tail,hanging jowls,severe underwriter,squashed face set in a massive wedge shaped skull roughly the size of a cinderblock,clipped ears,and rosy nose.Pale yellow eyes gazed back at her neutrally.

She started to inspect it,noting it was a young male hardly two years old.She tugged on his hide,testing the give of his skin.It stood there stoically,it's stance that of a soldier awaiting instruction.

Aye...we'll see whether o' not you're worth your weight in gold,Pale Ale. Your trainin' begins now.she said in Dwarven,looking the hound straight in its eyes.

She'd start using commands in Terran and Dwarven.Then she'd craft it a suitable barding of studded leather and train it out in the field before she dared go adventuring or travelling with it.

It had to get used to her,first of all.

She took the leash and tied it to her belt and nodded respectfully.Oi,come.

Oi,Jose.Tell me...there wouldn't happen to be any mines or areas with precious minerals veins about,are there? And anything close to a smiths about? I'll need to make this dog some proper armor before I take him anywhere.

Next thing I wanna do...train the dog tricks.Find someplace to mine some gold,silver,or electrum.Make me some coins. I am SO excited right now.And make the dog some barding.Anything else goes.