well then we better hope igmar has a explosive.

>they have taken too much damage for a dwarf and a half dead elf

Igmar: "Pah! I'm one of the greatest legendary gunslingers of Alkenstar! A couple of drooling dogs can't take me down!

He leans over and puts his pistol within inches to the face of the first gnoll to close in on him, pulls the trigger and with a mighty flash it backfires on him, severely burning the left side of the gnoll's face.

Igmar: "Damn!"

The burned gnoll falls back from pain, but the last and biggest gnoll finally closes in on the dwarf and swings the butt of it's musket against Igmar's temple, knocking him clean from his saddle and hitting the ground with a loud thud.

Panting and cackling, the two gnolls flank the dwarf as the pony runs further on towards the direction of Alkenstar with the elf still on it's back. Igmar picks himself up and draws a handaxe as he wipes the blood out of his eyes. He may have broken a rib on the fall.

Igmar: "Ok magic ring. If you have any advice, now is a good time. I don't think they're too keen on taking me alive after what I did to them."

why should we? so far you have outright ignored everything i say.

sigh. fine. the gnoll with the burned face should be blinded on the side with the burn. so attack him from that side.

>>323245
In your next life, SHOOT THE BIG ONE FIRST.

Also, your teeth are level with his groin. IMPROVISE.

>Igmar: "Right... The big one... He's the major threat here. That other one I can probably-"

The two gnolls lunge for the Dwarf as he tumbles forward, landing on his feet, he dodges their claws and manages to sink his hatchet into the blind side of the burned gnoll, right between it's ribs and slicing open it's lung. It collapses from pain as it bleeds out, slamming into the large one, throwing it off balance. But the hatchet is stuck in the gnoll and Igmar is now disarmed, his pistol was thrown from his person, but not that it would do much in the fist place since its currently misfired and needs to be cleared before it can fire again.

The large gnoll throw's it's dying partner unceremoniously to the side and stands on it's hind legs, towering above the stout dwarf gunfighter as it lets a malicious growl rumble from it's sternum.

>Igmar: "Go for the rocks you say?"

yeah. kick it a few times in the nuts.

Igmar charges the Gnoll, kicking it's rocks is out of the question, but the Dwarf happens to be at the perfect level to deliver a crushing blow from his right fist into it's... Clam?

How awkward.

She lets out a terrifying yowl an falls to her knees. She looks stunned, bout not enough to stop her clawing at Igmar's face. Several bloody lacerations are ripped across his "delicate" features.

>>323305
Ah, well that makes things easier.
Initiate seduction.

yeah no, don't think that would work. smash it's face in a bit.

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The two stagger about in circles around each other in a bizarre courtship ritual. The Gnoll clutching her loincloth and the dwarf stumbling blindly with blood in his eyes until the trips over the dead gnoll.

Wiping his vision clear with his hat and throwing it aside, he grabs his hatchet and rips it from the ribcage with an unpleasant crack.

>Igmar: "Hello Madam, might I AXE you out to dinner?"

He says as he let's it fly forth, landing it into her Carotid Artery.

>Gnoll Matriarch: "Sputter sputter gurlgle hack gurgle belch."

She has plans later this evening, apparently she is going to bleed out then have her carcass feasted upon by scavengers and her bones left to bleach in the sun.

hmmm... are gnolls ever interrogated? can they be? she led this attack, and they can't be slavers. slavers don't try to kill their target.

Congratulations Igmar; you have found the only time in all history ever where that pun will be acceptable.

>Igmar: *groan* "You know... I saw some gnolls in Quadira. They were ugly. But these mutants." *Groan* "These mutants we got out here. They make the orcs look kissable."

Igmar picks up his hat and pistol. That first gnoll is limping towards the carnage, using his musket as a brace. He stops about a hundred feet from Igmar and watches as he leans on his musket. Eventually he turns around and walks back down the road from the direction he came from.

Igmar: "Looks like he's done. Thanks. My first instinct would have been to bolt it, and they'd surely cut me down, but, you know you saved me; I guess."

He picks up the musket that the Gnoll Matriarch was wielding.

Igmar: "Interesting piece she had here... Andoran Oak, Steel Barrel; the firing mechanism is new too. Looks like it can fire metal cartridges as well as ball and wad. Needs some cleaning and repairs."

new? two ways to get that. stole it from someone, or are being supplied. let's see how your elf is doing.

>new? two ways to get that. stole it from someone, or are being supplied. let's see how your elf is doing.

Igmar: "Yeah, the gun is new. These mutants tend to attack anyone coming in or out of Alkenstar. The Gnolls usually take them in as slaves then eat them after a while. Ain't nobody supplies them."

He loads the musket then draws a bead on his target, checking the iron sights. After a second he pulls the trigger. The limping gnoll in the distance collapses on the road into a puddle of blood.

>>323361

Breechloader or muzzleloader?

He picks himself up and begins to limp towards Alkenstar. Dizzy from blood loss.

Igmar: "Muzzle. Pretty much all guns that come out of Aleknstar are. Occasionally we let a more advanced design out, but we keep a tight control over the exports of guns. Though I'm surprised you even know about them."

no, you see, why would someone wealthy enough to have a gun like that of been caught? in fat, does the OTHER gnoll have a similar gun? if so then that means a wealthy MERCHANT was traveling with no guards through a hostile area.

>>323374

Right. It can manage powder and wad, and cartridge... must be a needlegun design. That is, the pin is elongated to pierce a cartridge and hit the primer nestled against the bullet. Works just fine through a thin wad too.

You fellas developed automatic repeaters yet?

>why would someone wealthy enough to have a gun like that of been caught?

Igmar: "Lot's of rich morons buy these as toys and think themselves invincible. At least until they miss their shot an can't reload it fast enough. Pah! I'll ask around later, right now I need some healing."

It takes twenty minutes of limping before he reaches the entrance to the city. The air is choked with ash from the gun works and a small crowd of guards are attending to what looks to be the Elf. One of them turns around and gestures to the other that another wounded traveler is approaching. Igmar attempts to hail the soldiers, but he finally collapses.

Everything fades to black.

>Igmar: "Lemme see, slip it on and... Hey? You voices still there?"

>>323385
Yep! Been a while. What's up?

Igmar: "Elf's Dead, going over his stuff right now. Got me a face full of scars too! Ha!"

Igmar has four deep gashes with suture marks still surrounding where the wounds haven't healed all the way.

Igmar: "I took him in myself once I was back up. He woke up this morning suffering from delirium from a fever that the doctor couldn't reduce. Died in a basin of cold water about an hour ago mumbling something about a black dragon. Looking over this stuff it appears to be notes, some of it I can't decipher but others I can. It looks like he used to be a Pathfinder, or came across a Pathfinder. Also he seems to have been a wizard by this spellbook here. I can't imagine why a wizard would come out here."

The Wizards possessions are stacked on a table: several books, a couple wands, a wayfinder, crossbow and a spellbook.

well now, see here is where things get tricky. what happens if you try to use one of them wands while it is ALSO touching us? just hold it in a way that it would touch us while evoking it.

>>323391
Is it really a good idea to try using unknown wands inside his own home?

Would you mind refreshing our memory on what wayfinders and Pathfinders are?

Igmar picks up a wand and swirls it in the air while it touches the ring.

Igmar: "I wouldn't even know how to use one if we were outside the scar."

He continues to flick and twirls the wand half-heatedly while he reads the Wizard's journal.

>Would you mind refreshing our memory on what wayfinders and Pathfinders are?

Igmar: "Pathfinders are sort of a Society based out in Absalom. They're Scholars, Heroes, Grave Robbers and Villains. Mostly depending on who you ask.

They do a lot, but some of the more famous ones are known for tangling with demons and braving death trapped filled Osiriani tombs the the Mwangi jungles in search of treasure. Though most of them are just bookies, researchers and glorified librarians.

And wayfinders are their identifiers. Though not all Pathfinders wear them, and not all who wear them are pathfinder. They're basically compasses that also have a light enchantment on them."

He picks up the wayfinder and attempts to activate the spell with he ring. Nothing happens.

by the way, this is the first time allot of us have been in this neck of the multiverse, so we don't know that much about your world or the surrounding cosmology.

>>323403
By which my colleague means that strangely enough, we have knowledge of many worlds, but if your world we know only what we have seen while with you. (Either you were our first wearer, or we lost our memory at some point.)

>>323403
While this is indeed true, and at times will lead us to be very out of touch with your world, we do in all likelihood have access to higher level weapon schematics and design principles than even you do. Unless you have self-loading machine guns designed for automatic fire with dozens of bullets fired per second? Or here's a question-do you have machines that build other machines according to preset conditions? Automated assembly as it were?

Just curious.

>Igmar: "Alright, alright. I'll do my best to fill you guys in when you need to. You're in Alkenstar, currently we're the only country in Golrion, what we call this planet, to use firearms as anything more than a novelty.

>My ancestors developed the basics before the Mana scars and remained isolated until about a century ago when a human fleeing Geb, the country to the south. That human made contact with my ancestors and together they founded the nation of Alkenstar nestled here in the Manawastes.

>Technically we are under the territory of Geb, but without any magic to threaten us, we're well armed and able to repel most threats. The reason we use guns here is because the wastes have a lot of strange things lurking about out there and without wizards and clerics we've had to rely on our own mettle.

>Guns give us that advantage out here, but the rest of Golarion still has access to magic and treats firearms as a novelty for the extremely wealthy. Not that they're really that expensive to manufacture but the government keeps prices artificially inflated and we only produce a single firearm a day.

>We can actually produce hundreds of them daily, but most effort goes into research and development. I see you're familiar with more advanced designs, but in the mean time we don't have the technology to produce the precision parts for most of them. And if we did, we'd never let them out on the market.

Oi! What's this?"

A Map falls out of the wizard's spellbook.

oh, may have points of interest circled or something.

>Igmar: "It's a map of Cheliax... Uh... It's a country to the north. The whole country is run by devil worshipers, but it's safe enough assuming you aren't there to start trouble with the Hell Knights. They're obsessed with upholding the law to the letter."

He leans in for a closer look at the map. Several notations are made on the edges written in Elven. A course is carefully plotted out, leading to the mountains and a large X on a particular range that isn't named on this map.

>Igmar: "It looks like a treasure map. Or something similar."

ohh, everyone loves treasure. anyone you know that you may be able to wrangle into an adventure? and yes actually going will be worth it. may not know much about your world but we do know fate, and fate just told you to go there.

>Igmar: "It's looks like a treasure map, but It's likely an archaeological expedition. But for a Pathfinder it's one in the same often times."

He spends a few minutes translating the writing in his head.

>Igmar: "Ah, It's a Dragon's den... A Black Dragon's den. Apparently it's nestled itself inside some ruins."

if its in the scare it might be vulnerable to large numbers of guns. If I recall correctly there ability to shrug of mundane damage is negated in an anti magic field.

>>324045
maybe, it could also have super hard scales that make steal seem like paper.

Igmar: No, no. Cheliax is far outside the Manawastes. And they do have a population of Black Dragons. I supposed that one could have pursued this Wizard and that's why he fled the Manawastes. But I can't really be sure. he may have been looking for an artifact, this country has a long history with Wizards and the wastes are littered with the remains of constructs.

Of course this map is hand drawn and he could have been just a cartographer as well. His journal is written in code except for these notes on the map.

But I'm not sure of what to make of it. But the good news is we might get an answer, I've got a delivery to make to Absalom, uhh, big city in the center of a sea that's important and whatnot. The Grand Lodge is located there and I might be able to get some answers, or at least figure out who this fellow is. Also my little brother is a cleric serving in the Temple of Torag."

What are dragons like in this world? Do have breath attacks? How intelligent are they (how willing are they to deal with humanoids if they are intelligent)? And can they cast spells apart from the breath thing?

i have to wonder what WE would do once we leave the wastes. i mean, we may be running in super low energy mode. and once we get to more energy w do something else.

Igmar: "Yeah, Dragons are intelligent. Very. And Black Dragons breath acid. They're not too keen on visitors either nor do they keep treasure hordes like other dragons. They live to corrupt and destroy. They're about as evil as you can get.

There are other dragons too. Good and evil. They can be summed up based on their appearance. Generally Chromatic dragons, ones that have chromatic scales like black, red, blue... They're evil while the good ones are Metallic, Gold, Silver, Copper... There are other kinds too but they're not too common around the inner sea. I know of primal dragons and across the world there are more kinds than I know of in Tian Xia.

And when I said they were smart, I wasn't kidding. They're physically powerful but they're also some of the most dangerous creatures in Golarion in magic ability. Many dragons are Sorcerers, some are even wizards. Most human sorcerers outside of Cheliax have dragon blood in them and that's where they get their magical affinity. Dragons, especially Metallic like to take human form and occasionally they result in a bastard child. Though I've also heard of powerful wizards becoming dragons themselves.

But only a few dragons routinely interact with other creatures. They think of themselves as superior and rightfully so."

Yeah, all that power usually makes raging jackasses.

I'd recommend you find a god or something to help you decipher the notes. Or a decent wizard. You know what this means: ROADTRIP.

>Igmar: "I happen to venerate Torag, the creator of my people. And You don't need a wizard to translate these notes... Well, except for the magical spells in the spellbook anyway. A linguist should to do the job or another pathfinder."

Somebody knocks on the door.

>Igmar: "Ah, that should be the undertaker. I'm taking his remains with me to Absalom. Listen, I'll check in with you fellows later. I've got an elf pickling in my tub to take care of."

Igmar deals with the Undertaker and together they carry the elf out to his wagon. All the while Igmar attempts to haggle a lower price from the undertaker with the undertaker insisting that he charges a flat rate per body.

Eventually as he's pulling away he settles for a ten percent discount to shut the dwarf up so he doesn't follow the hearse down a road negotiating with him.

Pleased with himself. The Dwarf turns back to enter his home to realize he's followed the undertaker quite a ways. The market is around the corner.

>Igmar: "um... So! Let's head to the market then now... Just like I planned on it... Yes. I uh... need some supplies for my trip."

right right.

you should get a revolver to replace your other pistol, if they have them. should be low tech enough to be made.

>>324714
Igmar: "I can't afford a revolver. Even if I could I'd need special permission from the gun works to even touch one. Besides, this baby means something special to me... Though she has seen better days... I suppose I could pick up a new piece while I'm there."

Igmar steps into the shop. A human merchant greets him by name and Igmar greets him back, curiously not mentioning his name. Probably because he forgot what the merchant's name was a long time ago and is too embarrassed to ask his name again. The merchant has probably caught on, but he's too kind to point it out.

In the displays are several kinds of guns that most any citizen can buy.

The First Display shows an array of fancy dueling pistols. Each come in a pair and are highly decorated and really cool looking with etched barrels of dragons, holy symbols or women in lewd poses.

The Second Box contains Muskets, Similar to those the gnoll was using but in better condition. They're made for hunting and combat. The stock is reinforced and the muzzle has a mount for a bayonet attachment.

The third case contains some of the newer, but more expensive firearms to come out of the gunworks. The pepperbox. It's a six barreled pistol that you rotate by hand to ready the next barrel. It's not as reliable as a pistol and fires a smaller caliber bullet, but it allows you more flexibility in the kinds of ammo and the number of rounds you can fight without reloading.

The last case contains a Blunderbuss. Not particularly elegant, but they have some serious short range firepower and are more suitable for less experienced gunmen.

Hmm, a musket will be fine. The hunting one is all we need for now, maybe pick up some buckshot for it too.

>>324758
Get a mosquito. I mean a musket.

A musket with a bayonet would be nice.