Edgar claps as Gimmur returns to the room, "you were spiffy before my friend, but this uniform looks great on you."
Edgar holsters his pistol and dagger, and then will cast minor illusion to make a duplicate of Gimmur, "take a look for yourself, its better than a mirror" and edgar will smile.
After Gimmur has a chance to look himself over, he will ask. "So should we wait for everyone to fall in and go as a group, or hit the range now and let them trickle in?"
Although it does not take long for Night to get into uniform, he doesn't return immediately after donning it all. In fact, for at least a full two minutes, the Tabaxi has been agonizing over every small detail while wearing the garb.
Is there a proper hole for his tail?
Is there a missing button? (Did it even HAVE any buttons!?)
Just how comfortable would it be to wear it for a potentially extended romp in the wilderness?
While he did not necessarily possess the means of answering these questions and more at the time, this does not stop him from closely examining it both while wearing it and not! The gun too received a once over, but... he isn't quite so thorough about it. Far too often he just found himself alternating between simply marveling at the weapon of destruction to deeply considering the neatly folded cloak lying on the bed.
Somebody is probably going to have to come get him at this rate...
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Vayn removes himself back to his room with the chest, wasting little time he changes, admiring himself briefly in the mirror he fits the holster to his belt and sheaths the pistol with a smile on his face, collecting his thoughts he then rejoins everyone back downstairs without a minimum of fuss.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Before too long, all of you have gathered back in the dining room sporting your new uniforms. Dietrich and Jhessana join you all as well, likewise sporting their new attire. Once everyone is together, you all head out to the practice range that you've all used extensively over the past two tendays, which is set up just a short distance from the guildhall itself, on the opposite side of Viira's workshop.
Phillandros wanders back to the dining room looking a bit grumpy and tugging at the sleeves of his uniform looking slightly uncomfortable, Hacknblast slung over his shoulder.
(OOC - based upon artwork of bugbears - I also sort of pictured him like Chewbacca - doesn't wear much clothing - also clawed feet - so if we could flavor retcon his boots for some of the spat like footwear of my fellow halfling and tabaxi have that works for me)
Hildigrim grins as he pulls his pistol from its holster. He fishes four bullets from their pouch and loads the weapon. As soon as he is ready, he lifts the pistol and sights down the barrel. Suddenly, he's gun shy and he lowers his arm, waiting for the others.
(OOC - I actually chose the boots as well, but forgot the the same thing as Phillandros. Soooo, I guess he's going fancy savage footwear as well if another minor retcon is allowed).
Night returns with not only his gun slung over a shoulder, but cloak (donned for the 1st time) billowing dramatically behind him, smiling with his head held high. Again, he bows to Dietrich and Jhessana, ending the billowing with the motion before taking up position by his cohorts. Aside from the tail occasional twitch behind him, Night has otherwise mirrors Dietarch's typical professional poise and readiness to act at but a word. Or at least he tried, in any case.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Edgar claps as Gimmur returns to the room, "you were spiffy before my friend, but this uniform looks great on you."
Edgar holsters his pistol and dagger, and then will cast minor illusion to make a duplicate of Gimmur, "take a look for yourself, its better than a mirror" and edgar will smile.
After Gimmur has a chance to look himself over, he will ask. "So should we wait for everyone to fall in and go as a group, or hit the range now and let them trickle in?"
Gimmur claps his big hands in glee at the magic demonstration! "Look! It's Gimmur - MAGIC Gimmur! M-O-O-N - that spells magic!" After several moments of circling the illusion with a huge grin on his face, the question registers on his face and he shrugs sort of noncommittal. By then, the rest of the group has gathered, but Gimmur sticks close to Edgar as the group heads to the range.
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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...
(OOC: Sorry for the long delay, I actually thought I posted this message earlier, but that was when the servers were acting up and I could really access anything, so apparently I overlooked it.)
(Also, I'm perfectly okay with you guys having similar "boots" to Hildigrim. Consider it done.)
When Jhessana catches sight of Night with his cloak she pauses for a moment, looking him over a bit quizzically before turning to Dietrich.
"You know, that cloak isn't actually a bad look with the uniform. You think a short cloak would be a good optional addition to the uniform?"
For his part, Dietrich also gives the tabaxi a once-over, especially once Jhess asks his opinion.
"I think that would be fair, yes, though we'll need to settle on a particular cut and style. It would defeat the point of the uniform if everyone is wearing radically different cloaks."
"Indeed, but we have time to sort that out later," Jhessana responds with a gleam in her eyes as she produces a small wooden case from a pouch at her belt. "I figured we could try something a bit different for target practice today. Specifically, this is another little trinket that Virra designed to be a particularly challenging target."
Opening the case, she reveals what appears to be a walnut sized brass orb. When she picks it and presses a small button on it's top though, a pair of fluttering silvery metal wings seem to unfurl from within it and begin flapping at tremendous speed, allowing it to remain floating in the air when she removes her hand.
Night lofts a brow at the question before looking back at the others. As his eyes linger on Phillandros in particular, he turns back with a wicked smile.
"Mam... *nods firmly* Yes, mam."
Seconds later, Night deflates, adverts his gaze hearing Dietrich's assessment, and mutters curses in giant under his breath. All of which were directed at himself to those that understood.
In a fashion that borders on childish in terms of inflection and dialect(so possibly hill, ogre, or just a youngling giant), Night says the following:
"By the all-father, you're a stupid, tiny-brained, kitty-cat. Frack... Can't even keep to yer Oaths right."
Even when lightly distracted, he remains ever the attentive servant. And thus, he /didn't/ immediately spring at the orb once it took flight and start batting at it. It still certainly held the majoriety of his attention judging by the intensity of his predatory stare. "One? Tough? Fast?" He manages to ask as he absently began unslinging the musket from his shoulder.
(OOC: Hildigrim knows Giant, so when Night says something in Giant where he'd hear it, post it in a spoiler. He also knows Dwarvish, Elvish, Goblin, and of course Halfling.)
Hildigrim watches the small target with a child's intrigue.
Edgar stares at the tiny device, "interesting, but if we shoot that that wont we damage it? It looks quite fragile, and more artistic than designed for combat."
Edgar quickly adds, "im more than willing to do whats needed to get better with these firearms, im just saying if they are fragile, do we have more than one for target practice"
"Viira assures me that it should take QUITE a while for anyone to actually hit this thing, and that it's more durable than it seems. If we DO end up damaging it significantly, she also says it's easy to repair."
With that, she touches a finger to the side of the sphere for a long moment with a look of concentration on her face. When she takes her hand away, the sphere quickly flits away to hover near the standing targets at the other end of the range, where it proceeds to flit about randomly.
"So, I suggest we take turns trying to hit it, and just to make it interesting today, I'm willing to offer 25gp to the first person who succeeds."
Okay, here's how this is going to work. I want everyone to roll initiative to see what order we go in. This target IS going to be rather tough to hit, so this will probably come down to a lot of luck, but we'll see how it goes. :)
Edgar claps as Gimmur returns to the room, "you were spiffy before my friend, but this uniform looks great on you."
Edgar holsters his pistol and dagger, and then will cast minor illusion to make a duplicate of Gimmur, "take a look for yourself, its better than a mirror" and edgar will smile.
After Gimmur has a chance to look himself over, he will ask. "So should we wait for everyone to fall in and go as a group, or hit the range now and let them trickle in?"
Although it does not take long for Night to get into uniform, he doesn't return immediately after donning it all. In fact, for at least a full two minutes, the Tabaxi has been agonizing over every small detail while wearing the garb.
Is there a proper hole for his tail?
Is there a missing button? (Did it even HAVE any buttons!?)
Just how comfortable would it be to wear it for a potentially extended romp in the wilderness?
While he did not necessarily possess the means of answering these questions and more at the time, this does not stop him from closely examining it both while wearing it and not! The gun too received a once over, but... he isn't quite so thorough about it. Far too often he just found himself alternating between simply marveling at the weapon of destruction to deeply considering the neatly folded cloak lying on the bed.
Somebody is probably going to have to come get him at this rate...
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Vayn removes himself back to his room with the chest, wasting little time he changes, admiring himself briefly in the mirror he fits the holster to his belt and sheaths the pistol with a smile on his face, collecting his thoughts he then rejoins everyone back downstairs without a minimum of fuss.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Before too long, all of you have gathered back in the dining room sporting your new uniforms. Dietrich and Jhessana join you all as well, likewise sporting their new attire. Once everyone is together, you all head out to the practice range that you've all used extensively over the past two tendays, which is set up just a short distance from the guildhall itself, on the opposite side of Viira's workshop.
Phillandros wanders back to the dining room looking a bit grumpy and tugging at the sleeves of his uniform looking slightly uncomfortable, Hacknblast slung over his shoulder.
(OOC - based upon artwork of bugbears - I also sort of pictured him like Chewbacca - doesn't wear much clothing - also clawed feet - so if we could flavor retcon his boots for some of the spat like footwear of my fellow halfling and tabaxi have that works for me)
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
Hildigrim grins as he pulls his pistol from its holster. He fishes four bullets from their pouch and loads the weapon. As soon as he is ready, he lifts the pistol and sights down the barrel. Suddenly, he's gun shy and he lowers his arm, waiting for the others.
Or at least he tried, in any case.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Gimmur claps his big hands in glee at the magic demonstration! "Look! It's Gimmur - MAGIC Gimmur! M-O-O-N - that spells magic!" After several moments of circling the illusion with a huge grin on his face, the question registers on his face and he shrugs sort of noncommittal. By then, the rest of the group has gathered, but Gimmur sticks close to Edgar as the group heads to the range.
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...
(OOC: Sorry for the long delay, I actually thought I posted this message earlier, but that was when the servers were acting up and I could really access anything, so apparently I overlooked it.)
(Also, I'm perfectly okay with you guys having similar "boots" to Hildigrim. Consider it done.)
When Jhessana catches sight of Night with his cloak she pauses for a moment, looking him over a bit quizzically before turning to Dietrich.
"You know, that cloak isn't actually a bad look with the uniform. You think a short cloak would be a good optional addition to the uniform?"
For his part, Dietrich also gives the tabaxi a once-over, especially once Jhess asks his opinion.
"I think that would be fair, yes, though we'll need to settle on a particular cut and style. It would defeat the point of the uniform if everyone is wearing radically different cloaks."
"Indeed, but we have time to sort that out later," Jhessana responds with a gleam in her eyes as she produces a small wooden case from a pouch at her belt. "I figured we could try something a bit different for target practice today. Specifically, this is another little trinket that Virra designed to be a particularly challenging target."
Opening the case, she reveals what appears to be a walnut sized brass orb. When she picks it and presses a small button on it's top though, a pair of fluttering silvery metal wings seem to unfurl from within it and begin flapping at tremendous speed, allowing it to remain floating in the air when she removes her hand.
In a fashion that borders on childish in terms of inflection and dialect(so possibly hill, ogre, or just a youngling giant), Night says the following:
"By the all-father, you're a stupid, tiny-brained, kitty-cat. Frack... Can't even keep to yer Oaths right."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
(OOC: Hildigrim knows Giant, so when Night says something in Giant where he'd hear it, post it in a spoiler. He also knows Dwarvish, Elvish, Goblin, and of course Halfling.)
Hildigrim watches the small target with a child's intrigue.
Edgar stares at the tiny device, "interesting, but if we shoot that that wont we damage it? It looks quite fragile, and more artistic than designed for combat."
Edgar quickly adds, "im more than willing to do whats needed to get better with these firearms, im just saying if they are fragile, do we have more than one for target practice"
Jhessana gives Edgar a mischievous smile.
"Viira assures me that it should take QUITE a while for anyone to actually hit this thing, and that it's more durable than it seems. If we DO end up damaging it significantly, she also says it's easy to repair."
With that, she touches a finger to the side of the sphere for a long moment with a look of concentration on her face. When she takes her hand away, the sphere quickly flits away to hover near the standing targets at the other end of the range, where it proceeds to flit about randomly.
"So, I suggest we take turns trying to hit it, and just to make it interesting today, I'm willing to offer 25gp to the first person who succeeds."
Okay, here's how this is going to work. I want everyone to roll initiative to see what order we go in. This target IS going to be rather tough to hit, so this will probably come down to a lot of luck, but we'll see how it goes. :)
Initative: 12
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Initiative: 7
Edgar coughs, "well thats motivation if ive ever seen it"
Vayn smiles as he loads his weapon.
"Lets see what we can do together"
Initiative 20
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
[Initiative: 4]
Phillandros is too pre-occupied with the uncomfortable uniform to pay attention to the tiny flying ball
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
Initiative: 23
Jhessana Initiative: 6
Dietrich Initiative: 13
Gimmur's Initiative (just to move things along): 12
Initiative Order: Hildi, Dietrich, Vayn, Night, Gimmur, Edgar, Jhess, Phillandros
Pistol Attack: 24; Damage: 12 piercing damage
Hildigrim once again sights down the barrel of his brand new pistol and fires a shot at the tiny target.