<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/><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;">Grit: 1 Deeds:<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;">Revolver: +3, +6 RT; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 6; Notes: 2, 1 Currently broken</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Pistol: +3, +6 RT; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 1</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Longsword, 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>Valerianna turned the coach down the road, taking care to watch out over the bridge. She flicked the reigns to get the horses to pick up speed as she got more comfortable with controlling the team. She didn't like riding blind and quickly begged the fickle fates to keep from finding a split in the trail, because it would be nigh impossible to be sure that she was taking the right direction.<br/><br/>Of course, she reminded herself as the horses picked up speed, the team had done this run easily a hundred times so they most likely knew the route better than she did. She kept her jacket open to more easily reach her undamaged  revolved and shifted her backup pistol to a more easily reached position. She wasn't going to wind up like the coachman. Something jumps on the carriage, it was going to eat a bullet or two getting her.<br/><br/><strong>"If I'm lucky, the idjit will fall off the back."</strong>She mutters to herself as she drives down the road.