<div class="floatright">(https://pm1.narvii.com/7165/b3d4a32c630a290d6da821f2c131bfc38bd2b3e0r1-640-905v2_hq.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Coros Yrjinn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=350192.msg16441835#msg16441835)<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Changeling Artificer (Battlesmith) 3<br/><strong>HP:</strong>30/30 |<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><strong>Ramsey HP:</strong>50/50 |<strong>AC:</strong>19<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong>Greeting Davvon<br/><strong>Infusions:</strong>Repeating Shot, Homonculus<br/><strong>Slots:</strong>[1st] 3/3<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">DnD Beyond Sheet (https://ddb.ac/characters/97492757/cF5P19)<br/>Strength: 10 (+0)    Constitution: 14 (+2)    Dexterity: 14 (+2)<br/>Intelligence: 17 (+3)    Wisdom: 8 (-1)   Charisma: 12 (+1)<br/><strong>Saves:</strong> STR+0  CON +4  DEX+2  INT+5  WIS-1  CHA+1<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ramsey, Dire Bird</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(https://www.thetimes.co.uk/imageserver/image/%2Fmethode%2Fsundaytimes%2Fprod%2Fweb%2Fbin%2Fc1724c9c-a762-11e6-89ad-c090de2d496c.jpg?crop=2250%2C1500%2C0%2C0)</div>Dire Bird<br/>Armor Class 19<br/>Hit Points: 50<br/>Speed 25 ft., fly 80 ft.<br/><br/>STR: 14 (+2)   - DEX: 20 (+5)   - CON:12 (+1)<br/>INT: 8 (-1)  - WIS: 12 (+1)  -  CHA: 12 (+1)<br/>            <br/>Saving Throws Dex +7, Wis +3, Cha +3<br/>Skills: Perception +3<br/>Senses: Dark Vision 60ft. passive Perception 13<br/>Languages: Understands common and any spoken by rider, can't speak<br/><br/>ACTIONS<br/>Beak. Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit:  (1d8 + 2) piercing damage.<br/>Talons. Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit:  (1d8 + 2) slashing damage.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Constructs</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Homonculus (https://www.worldanvil.com/block/456752):</strong> Bertie the All-Purpose Helper Construct (https://i0.wp.com/25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mairytK1H91r4v2bso1_1280.jpg)<br/><strong>Steel Defender (https://www.worldanvil.com/block/742353):</strong> Boxy the Punching Construct (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/ff/BoxyBot.jpg)<br/></div></div></div></div><hr/><br/>Coros's eye lined up with the iron sight of his musket. Much like his own skin, the firearm was engraved with swirling patterns along its chassis. On an air genasi, it was the revelation of Aardia's blessing given form. It was attunement to the winds and the clouds above. On the gun it served a different, but similarly important purpose. As he slowly squeezed the trigger that purpose flared to life, a bright cyan glow filling the swirls in a rapid, almost whimsical chase as the musket gave off a keening thrum. He aimed at the target paced across from him and squeezed just a little harder...<br/><br/>Then he stopped, clicked his teeth, and released the trigger. The magic emptied from the swirling engravings back to the source positioned near the trigger. "<em>Oh Bertie!</em>" He called, voice airy as he could make it. Not a click or whir of recognition came in response. He glanced over to where the hovering, shrimp-like homunculus contsruct had been stationed and saw it'd wandered off to chase a fly. "Oi, Bertie!" he called again, the boisterousness of his Muryongo accent flowing through clearly. And rapidly. "We've got us some important trainin' to do, don't we?"<br/><br/>Bertie whipped its body around to face him, gave an assenting chirrup absolutely designed to placate--Coros would know--then floated on over. Bertie waited for Coros to take aim again and, this time, moved to adjust Coros's bandana to cover his right eye.<br/>"Yobai!" Coros said triumphantly, "barely scratched me that time."<br/>Bertie chirped again, wiggling its tail in a decidedly mocking fashion.<br/>"Och, I meant it in a good way. Just you wait, tiny one. You'll come to understand how much<em>style </em>matters one day."<br/><br/>Another chirp came, which Coros ignored as he squeezed the trigger again. The engravings in the gun filled with another thrum, its pitch growing higher and sharper as the glowing light turned the mundane weapon into a spectacle of swirling energy. He grinned at the sweet thrum. The sound of success. Then he pulled the--<br/><br/>An excited chirping came from Bertie and before he could answer it, the little homunculus zipped past his sight line, surprising him into squeezing the trigger and missing the training dummy by a foot.<br/><br/>He cursed, shook his head, then sighed. "Don't tell me you interrupted me over another little bug--oh hi Dave." His frown flipped into an easy smile as he saw the halfling flutist and stabbing expert strolling towards him. Bertie beat him to introductions, of course. It cheerily nuzzled up against the man's cheek in welcome, affectionate enough to make Coros a wee bit jealous.