Edgar guesses, "well its probly around 10 bells now. Jhessana wants us back at 4 bells for the party at 6 bells. So bout 6 bells worth of time to do as we do."
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Though listening, Night had been still recovering from Phillandros jest. At least he hoped it was a jest. 'Please let him be joking' He comes out of his introspection grumbling something along the lines "goddess preserve us" before saying aloud, "By your leave than, milady." With that, he'll look around for Viira, and wait until she is not busy before slipping up beside her and whispering something.
"So, I was thinking that before we go, that I might ask about there being any 'tricks' to using Zephyr?"
And yes, he either hasn't quite learned his lesson yet, or old habits really die hard.
Night: Viira hears you coming a mile away and readily turns to look at you as you approach. As you ask your question, she gives you a quizzical look with a single raised eyebrow.
"Tricks? I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what you mean. Care to elaborate?"
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As Night breaks ranks, Hildi feels empowered to do the same. "By your leave," he echoes the tabaxi. The halfling hurries down to the targets they've been using these couple ten days, once again taking his pistol in hand. He spends the next hour shooting the remaining 19 bullets.
Hildigrim spends time between each shot marveling at the quality of the weapon. Frustration comes, however, with his inconsistency. Only about half the shots are any good. After the hour, he retires to his room to clean the weapon and read a little before preparing to leave for the party.
"You know... uhm… like, how it's held, or special methods of maintenance to increase quality of shots for at least short while? Or--"He glances back to Jhessana, or more specifically at her more stylized gun, then turns back with a click of his tongue. "Nevermind. Just those two things, I guess. Also... you are gnome, yes? But from like the feywild? You--" He sniffs at her, but doesn't really get too close to do so. "You smell like one, but -- Oh! No wait. Are you--" Again, he glances around, though out of paranoia. Afterwards, he'll cup a hand by his mouth and ask in an excited whisper, "... Are you dragon?"
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Night: Viira blinks in surprise at your final question. Then blinks again. Then finally bursts out into a poorly contained fit of laughter.
"HA HA, a DRAGON?," she finally manages to respond through her snickering. "Nope. Last I checked, I'm all gnome, although I can understand the confusion since I don't look like most of the gnomes you've possibly encountered. The blue fur is a family trait. Picked it up from my Ma who got it from a surge of primal magic back when Lantan first shifted for its little vacation in Abeir, although the actual arcane metaphysics of all that chaos is WELL above my pay grade."
With the conversation giving her a chance to settle down again and catch her breath, she gives you a smile and a nod. "As far as using the rifle goes..."
She steps up to you and motions for you to bend down closer to her level, at which point she proceeds to show you how to fit the butt of the rifle properly against your shoulder and correctly utilize the sights.
"The trick is to keep the weapon steady, and to control your breathing so that doesn't affect your aim. You do that, and make sure you clean the weapon regularly like Jhess has been showing you all, and you shouldn't have anything to worry about."
Phillandros nods at Edgar "I think perhaps we should leave the uniforms here until then though, no need to draw more attention to ourselves."
Gimmur nods with vigor at Edgar and Philandros. "Yes, friend Edgar. I would appreciate the company." He walks back to the house with Edgar and Philandros, then changes his Knights of Thunder cloak for his tabard of Marthammor Duin and waits at the door for them to be ready to go into town.
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Aramalian, for clarification's sake, what exactly is Gimmur changing? There's isn't an official KoT "Cloak" yet. Gimmur just has his base uniform and his KoT chainmail. Unless he didn't wear his chainmail for the target practice and was wearing his parade coat instead. Is that what you're referring to as the cloak? And if so, is he still wearing the KoT basic uniform underneath his tabard?
Aramalian, for clarification's sake, what exactly is Gimmur changing? There's isn't an official KoT "Cloak" yet. Gimmur just has his base uniform and his KoT chainmail. Unless he didn't wear his chainmail for the target practice and was wearing his parade coat instead. Is that what you're referring to as the cloak? And if so, is he still wearing the KoT basic uniform underneath his tabard?
Whatever you would call that maroon overcoat thingy... I'm assuming that we have one of those for the KoT... and until he can have some sort of sigil crafted to affix to it, he's going to be in an awkward situation as a cleric so he's trying to figure out what to wear when :)
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Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid,Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions! I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
'Oh no' Night's shoulders sag and ears flatten at the laughter. Embarrassed as he was however, curiosity trumped any hurt feelings. So, he'll listen without a peep, though took on a more guarded state once the embarrassment finally left his system. Nevertheless, he will drop down on all threes when bided with only some reluctance.
When not flinching at the contact, every instruction is met with some degree of exaggeration. But with time he will relax enough to get it right at least once before relaxing back into a more neutral state with the butt of the weapon on the ground. "Unmm... Understood, Lady Viira. I shall try harder to keep such in mind then. A-and you have my thanks as well. Uh.. So, uhm... Abeir sounds... I mean... Mm.... *clicks tongue*.. S-so I should get, um... yea...."
And on that awkward note, Night will call out for Gimmur and Phillandros (if necessary) to wait up before rushing off to hurriedly change into more well-kept, but less attention grabbing travelers clothes along with his hunting gear.
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Edgar will quickly run upstairs and change into his guild clothes. Nothing fancy, just clean linens. And will start his bonding ritual with the gun, after 1 hour he will shunt it away and join the group going to scout the town and field.
Upon finishing the ritual, his black dagger will liquify and cover the gun, slightly altering its form. but has to not ruin the surprise, he dismisses it from this space. As to truely enjoy it later.
OOC Would Vayn be able to use his Ear to the Ground background trait here to have a contact to speak to in town?
Feature: Ear to the Ground
You are in frequent contact with people in the segment of society that your chosen quarries move through. These people might be associated with the criminal underworld, the rough-and-tumble folk of the streets, or members of high society. This connection comes in the form of a contact in any city you visit, a person who provides information about the people and places of the local area.
Phillandros puts his uniform back in his room and replaces it with his regular chainmail then wanders back in to the kitchen for whatever food he can scrounge up before meeting up with Edgar and Gimmur and anyone else going to inspect the town.
Phillandros nods at Edgar "I think perhaps we should leave the uniforms here until then though, no need to draw more attention to ourselves."
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Hildigrim looks around. "How long until we leave? Do we have time for additional target practice?"
Edgar guesses, "well its probly around 10 bells now. Jhessana wants us back at 4 bells for the party at 6 bells. So bout 6 bells worth of time to do as we do."
If you want to spend a bit more time at the range, Viira has one more snipe available at the moment.
OOC: Hildi would prefer stationary targets. More satisfying.
Jhess gives Hildi a smile as the halfling stares back at the targets down range.
"If you want to spend some more time here, that's perfectly acceptable as well."
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Night: Viira hears you coming a mile away and readily turns to look at you as you approach. As you ask your question, she gives you a quizzical look with a single raised eyebrow.
"Tricks? I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what you mean. Care to elaborate?"
As Night breaks ranks, Hildi feels empowered to do the same. "By your leave," he echoes the tabaxi. The halfling hurries down to the targets they've been using these couple ten days, once again taking his pistol in hand. He spends the next hour shooting the remaining 19 bullets.
19 shots: 20, 12, 8, 23, 23, 12, 10, 12, 14, 9, 8, 26, 25, 14, 25, 8, 18, 9, 23
Hildigrim spends time between each shot marveling at the quality of the weapon. Frustration comes, however, with his inconsistency. Only about half the shots are any good. After the hour, he retires to his room to clean the weapon and read a little before preparing to leave for the party.
"You know... uhm… like, how it's held, or special methods of maintenance to increase quality of shots for at least short while? Or--" He glances back to Jhessana, or more specifically at her more stylized gun, then turns back with a click of his tongue. "Nevermind. Just those two things, I guess. Also... you are gnome, yes? But from like the feywild? You--" He sniffs at her, but doesn't really get too close to do so. "You smell like one, but -- Oh! No wait. Are you--" Again, he glances around, though out of paranoia. Afterwards, he'll cup a hand by his mouth and ask in an excited whisper, "... Are you dragon?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Night: Viira blinks in surprise at your final question. Then blinks again. Then finally bursts out into a poorly contained fit of laughter.
"HA HA, a DRAGON?," she finally manages to respond through her snickering. "Nope. Last I checked, I'm all gnome, although I can understand the confusion since I don't look like most of the gnomes you've possibly encountered. The blue fur is a family trait. Picked it up from my Ma who got it from a surge of primal magic back when Lantan first shifted for its little vacation in Abeir, although the actual arcane metaphysics of all that chaos is WELL above my pay grade."
With the conversation giving her a chance to settle down again and catch her breath, she gives you a smile and a nod. "As far as using the rifle goes..."
She steps up to you and motions for you to bend down closer to her level, at which point she proceeds to show you how to fit the butt of the rifle properly against your shoulder and correctly utilize the sights.
"The trick is to keep the weapon steady, and to control your breathing so that doesn't affect your aim. You do that, and make sure you clean the weapon regularly like Jhess has been showing you all, and you shouldn't have anything to worry about."
Gimmur nods with vigor at Edgar and Philandros. "Yes, friend Edgar. I would appreciate the company." He walks back to the house with Edgar and Philandros, then changes his Knights of Thunder cloak for his tabard of Marthammor Duin and waits at the door for them to be ready to go into town.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
Aramalian, for clarification's sake, what exactly is Gimmur changing? There's isn't an official KoT "Cloak" yet. Gimmur just has his base uniform and his KoT chainmail. Unless he didn't wear his chainmail for the target practice and was wearing his parade coat instead. Is that what you're referring to as the cloak? And if so, is he still wearing the KoT basic uniform underneath his tabard?
Whatever you would call that maroon overcoat thingy... I'm assuming that we have one of those for the KoT... and until he can have some sort of sigil crafted to affix to it, he's going to be in an awkward situation as a cleric so he's trying to figure out what to wear when :)
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...
'Oh no' Night's shoulders sag and ears flatten at the laughter. Embarrassed as he was however, curiosity trumped any hurt feelings. So, he'll listen without a peep, though took on a more guarded state once the embarrassment finally left his system. Nevertheless, he will drop down on all threes when bided with only some reluctance.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Edgar will quickly run upstairs and change into his guild clothes. Nothing fancy, just clean linens. And will start his bonding ritual with the gun, after 1 hour he will shunt it away and join the group going to scout the town and field.
Upon finishing the ritual, his black dagger will liquify and cover the gun, slightly altering its form. but has to not ruin the surprise, he dismisses it from this space. As to truely enjoy it later.
OOC Would Vayn be able to use his Ear to the Ground background trait here to have a contact to speak to in town?
You are in frequent contact with people in the segment of society that your chosen quarries move through. These people might be associated with the criminal underworld, the rough-and-tumble folk of the streets, or members of high society. This connection comes in the form of a contact in any city you visit, a person who provides information about the people and places of the local area.
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Phadeout, give me an idea of what sort of NPC you might know, and I'll see if I can make that work. ;)
As to the rest of you guys, is everyone waiting the hour it takes for Edgar to perform his ritual?
OOC: Hildi is shooting targets during the hour, then will come in, miss the group, and read, completely forgetting about the trip to town.
Phillandros puts his uniform back in his room and replaces it with his regular chainmail then wanders back in to the kitchen for whatever food he can scrounge up before meeting up with Edgar and Gimmur and anyone else going to inspect the town.
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword