<div class="floatright">(https://s33.postimg.cc/lttte4d0v/d63e776c4c52b2a4f4b8372bbd5d39ca.jpg)</div><br/><strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Salvador</span></span></em></strong><br/>Male Kayal Gunslinger/Ninja (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291897.msg14331597#msg14331597)<br/>HP: 22 | AC: 17 | Init: +3 | Status: Fatigued<br/>Location:<br/>Tagging:<br/><hr/><br/>Whatever he might have said about giving the soldier "his" horse, he'd happily turn around and shiv the man should opportunity present itself, now that he didn't have a crossbow being waved in his face. Time and a place for everything. As soon as the soldier was out of view, he wasted little time hurrying after him, striding down the hallway with his new ally hot on his heels.<br/><br/>Only Salvador's quick reflexes saved him. Being somewhat more used to the nature of explosives than the backwards natives, he hurled himself to the floor, rolling to narrowly avoid the very same beam that bought an end to his newfound alliance. Ears ringing, Salvador picked himserlf up as the dust settled, noting the gory red smear when the sergeant's head used to be, and the now blocked portal, presumably with his horse and belongings behind it. Or perhaps under. It'd have taken a good deal of gunpowder to do this much damage... Kind of like the keg the warden had confiscated from him all that time ago. Well, shit.<br/><br/>There was no time to waste. The other prisoners wouldn't be far behind him, and before they caught up, he wanted a gun. Then they might think twice before getting any stupid ideas at least. Hopefully that greedy prick of a warden had seen fit to keep at least something for himself. Dusting himself off, Salvador made his way back to the armoury, near ransacking the place as he searched in hopes at least one of his pistols was still here, somewhere...<br/><br/><strong>Ransack armoury. Perception: 23 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124706)</strong><br/><br/>He was in luck, finally finding a dusty rosewood case tucked away forgotten in a corner. His backups. Scarcely daring to breathe, he cracked the clasps, and peered inside, relieved to find, that not only were both pistols present, there was even a few rounds left in the bandoleer. Old, but probably serviceable. He ran an expert eye over the weapons, noting much to his irritation, that one pistol had a badly pitted barrel due to some mug failing to clean it properly. Lucky the warden was already dead, or Salvador probably would have strangled him himself. Did they have any idea how much a pair of pistols like this was even worth? Salvador doubted it. Luckily, it wasn't irreparable, given time and proper tools. Finding various other items of use, he stowed then as best he could, strapped on his holsters, and even pinched a coil of rope, and a grapple, before finally leaving. If he couldn't go through the gate, then it'd have to be over the wall.<br/><br/>Well aware that something was very wrong in the prison, and not just because the inmates were on the wrong side of their bars, Salvador made his way through the courtyard somewhat cautiously. It soon became apparent that his caution was unwarranted however, as the soldiers were dead, and the drow, it seemed, had already retreated? Grinning at his luck, he wasted little time setting about desecrating the bodies, pinching whatever caught his eye. Not like they needed it any more. Of course the real prize was probably the commander, and Salvador cast about hopefully to locate the man. Either way, by the time he was done picking his way up to the top of the guard tower, he'd have himself a considerably better set of clothing.<br/><br/><strong>NAT 20! XD Primaily seeking to locate commanding officer's body, and acquire some new clothing/gear/boots (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=124707)</strong><br/><br/>Finally coming to peer out from the top of the guard tower, one very important fact struck Salvi. He was on the wrong side. When it came down to it, he'd be damned if he wasn't going to be in that big tent. He woudn't mind a drow princess as a plaything one bit.  Slipping into the shadows, he took a moment to ponder his next move. Perhaps he could yet rappel down the wall and infiltrate without being noticed..?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">gear obtained</div><div class="spoiler_body">Masterwork pistol - 1300<br/>Battered pistol - Free<br/>10x Alchemical cartridge 120gp<br/>Rogue's Kit 50gp<br/>Gunsmith's kit 15gp<br/>Grooming kit 1gp<br/>Gear maintenance kit 5gp<br/>25x Shurikens 6gp<br/>Probably a chain shirt from the armoury, and a soldier uniform, unless his searching turns up something more interesting.<br/></div></div>