<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/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8678) HP:26 (Current: 26)  AC: 17,<span class="bbc_u"><em>touch</em></span>: 13,<span class="bbc_u"><em>flatfooted</em></span>: 14<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Buffs</strong>:<br/><strong>-Potions</strong></span><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Valerianna whistled loudly, with a shrill loud whistle that was easily heard over the entire clearing as she leveled her gun at the retreating were.<strong><br/><br/>"OI. DOGSBREATH! I'M NOT DONE WIT YE YET!</strong>She looked for a single shining point on the Lycan's form to aim at. She wanted to hit the coin she had driven into the beasts chest with solid blow with her foot. She resolved to load a few silver rounds the next smith's shop she got an access to. Of course she'd also want to make a shotgun and/or rifle, so she was looking for a day or two of making goodies for the smith in turn for making her own weapons. Which really sucked since that meant he got weapons he could sell for more than she'd make off of them.<br/><br/>Of course right now, she wanted to put her bullet into the coin in hopes of doing lasting harm. Not too difficult.<br/><br/><br/><br/>OOC:<br/>Free Action: Whistling loudly in an attempt to get the lycan to turn around.<br/>Swift Action:<br/>Move Action:<br/>Standard Action: Attacked Lycan, At 2011-06-03 10:11:40, Callie Del Noire (uid: 7724) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27083)<br/>Five Foot Adjustment:<br/>Other: Hoping her turns, shooting for the coin.<br/>At 2011-06-03 10:12:18, Callie Del Noire (uid: 7724) rolls: 1d8 Result: 6 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=27084)