<div class="floatright">(http://i741.photobucket.com/albums/xx51/Calliedelnoire/SorrowProfile.jpg)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Mistress Valerianna Tarn</span></span></strong>,<em>Tiefling Gunslinger</em><br/><strong>Character Sheet</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8678)<strong>HP</strong>:26 (Current: 26)<strong>AC</strong>: 17,<span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 13,<span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"> Init: +3 Perception:+6   Saves: F:+3 W:+6 R:+1</span><br/><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Grit</strong>: 1 <strong>Deeds</strong>:<em> Deadeye, Leap for Cover, Quick Clear, Pistol Whip, Utility Shot (Blast Lock, Scoot Object, Stop Bleeding) </em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Revolver</strong>: +3, +6 RT; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 6/4; Notes: 2, 1 Currently broken</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Revolver</strong>: +3, +6 RT; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 6/6</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Pistol</strong>: +3, +6 RT; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 1</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Longsword</strong>, MW: +4; 1d8, 19-20/x2 </span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br/><strong>-Potions</strong></span><br/><hr/></div></div><br/>Valerianna pulled out enough coin to show the barman that she could pay before turning away to pick a seat near the fire, sitting with her back to a wall as she pulls her gunsmith kit and laying it out. She pulled her broken gun out and started pulling it apart, laying each part out in turn as she looked over the pistol. She could do this by blind, given her training and time making these revolvers. She set each part in turn on the velvet cloth. The barrel, cylinder, and the various parts of the action each sat in a specific spot on the mat as she pulled the weapon apart and looked over each part in turn. Scrutinizing each hand made bit like a jeweler looking for flaws in the cut gems he had made. She picked out a few replacement springs and gears as she took the ones that were broken from the misfire before looking over the barrel and cylinder with care. She had plenty of the small parts, they were needed for a variety of guns but the barrels and cylinders weren't as easy to stock up on. She rolled the barrel in her hands, looking down it with care as she finally decided it was sound and moved to the cylinder as she looked up to see if the misfire had burred it in a way that wouldn't be easily fixed. Already most of the revolver was taking it's familiar shape as she worked. Buffing and oiling the pieces had left the gun near shining in the firelight as she worked.