<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 4</em><br/><strong>Character Sheet</strong>(http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8678)<strong>HP</strong>:34 (Current: 34)<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:+7   Saves: F:+4 W:+7 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>: +8; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 6</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Pistol</strong>: +7; 1d8, 20/x4 Range: 20 Ammo: 1</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Longsword</strong>, MW: +5; 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 sighed as she finished up her bath, grumbling as the water chilled despite the bath's heater. She slowly slipped out of the tub and rubbed the towel over her body as she considered the situation. There was something going on here, not like the other spots she'd visited. The cabal was up to something, or perhaps she had hit a bump in the road and the lycans were just something new that wasn't involved with the cabal. Still it was a good thing to help kill one, though she doubted it's mate was happy with that. She would have to be careful in the morning.<br/><br/>Collecting her guns and sword, she left her armor and clothes by the bed folded and ready for the morning. She would need to see about getting her clothing cleaned soon, she noted but that was something to worry about in the morning. She put the sword and one of her revolvers by the head board, the other revolver and pistol being tucked in place with care so that she'd have a weapon no matter where she reached for if needed.<br/><br/>Only then did she slide into the bed, wishing for the old days when she would be lying on burgundy silk sheets and commanding a high price of the same men who sneered at her linage.