Scotley's 4e Swashbuckler

[stonegod]

OOC: The old man and the paladin have the best perception. The old man is also armed. No bags of holding AFAIK.

The old man nods in appreciation of the fine shots, then settles himself in again. The first two shots easily smash the clay into bits, but his older arms miss his grip on the last shot, causing him to misfire.

 

[Scotley]

Henre takes up the gun again with a slight bow to the old man. The man's eyes widen as his first shot goes just wide of the mark. There is a gasp from the spectators as well. He redoubles his concentration and nails the next two disks. "Certainly fine shooting sir. It seems we are once more at an impasse. Shall we try again."

 

[Rhun]

"Certainly a good show," says Lucien, from where he watches.

 

[stonegod]

Ja. The taciturn shooter takes a breath to steady himself and fires another volley. His concentration renewed, he shatters his entire round.

 

[Leif]

Manous Artouche, Human Protecting Paladin 4

OOC: The old man and the paladin have the best perception. The old man is also armed. No bags of holding AFAIK.

The old man nods in appreciation of the fine shots, then settles himself in again. The first two shots easily smash the clay into bits, but his older arms miss his grip on the last shot, causing him to misfire.

OOC: The Paladin defers to the dude with the gun, no question.

 

[Rhun]

"A fine display," calls Lucien, applauding Wilhelm's latest efforts.

 

[Walking Dad]

Malkyr Tsul

Malkyr nods. "Loud, but effective."

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Special: If an enemy has 10 or less HP left after hit by me, he is dead.

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Malkyr Tsul
Perception: 17 Insight: 12 Dark Vision
AC 22 Fortitude 16 Reflex 20 Will 17
Initiative: +7
Hit Points: 40 / 40 Bloodied: 20
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist: -
Saving Throw: +2 vs charm, illusion, or sleep.
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Milestones: 0.5
Healing Surge:10 Surges per day: 8 / 8
At-Will Powers: Bola Takedown, Precision Dart, Quick Shot
Encounter Powers: Cloud of Darkness, Assassin's Strike, Spiteful Glamor, Cloak of Shades
Daily Powers: Carrion Crawler Brain Juice 1/1, Thought-Eater Armor

Condition:


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[Scotley]

These is a bead of sweat on Henre's forehead as the stakes continue to grow and the old man continues to fire well. "Most impressive shooting sir." He takes up the smoothbore again to try his hand. He too clears all the clays this round. He takes a towel from a servant and has a pull of beer from a mug. "It seems we are well matched sir." He passes more coins to the servant holding the wagers and gestures for Wilhelm to take another turn. The spectators are on their feet now caught up in the excitement of such an lengthy contest between such fine marksmen.

 

[Shayuri]

Refreshed, if a little logy still, from her hot bath, Tabitha prowls downstairs into the common room again. She's left her armor behind, though her rapier never leaves her belt. Without the boiled leather cuirass, she looks a bit more feminine; even her angry pout is more adorable than threatening...though someone who'd seen her fight might disagree.

She marches up to the innkeeper, short hair all a-tussled and asks, "What is that racket I hear outside? It sounds like a war's on."

The portly man behind the counter grins and rolls his eyes. "Ah, that'll be the shooters. Someone got it into their heads to do some target shooting, and before you could say 'load and fire,' half the bored nobles hanging around went to go see, or take part." He glances to the door and adds, "Seems like it's gotten a bit more...spirited since those gents you came in with got involved though."

Tabitha snorts. "I'll just bet."

She sweeps outside and around to the back where there's polite applause after another volley of thunderous shots finishes echoing over the valley.

"They DO realize people are trying to sleep inside, don't they?" the lithesome duelist mutters angrily to no one in particular.

 

[stonegod]

The old man waves away Tabitha's complaint without a glance, taking up the gun again. His annoyance is showing, however, as his first shot just misses the pigeon. Giving her a withering glare, he refocuses and hits his other two targets.