Vic Longstride

 

Name: Victor 'Vic' Longstride
Race: Halfling / Fudge Points: 3

Attributes 
Str: +0
Agi: +1
Sta: +1
Int:
Will: +1
Per: +1

Info
DDF: +1 (Reinforced Leather)
ODF: -1
Scale: -1

Skills
Axe Throwing: +0, Brawl: +0, Hatchet: +1, Herb Lore: +0, Hide Trace: +0, Hunting: +1, Knife: +0, Move Quietly: +2, Musket: +1, Navigate: +0, Observation: +0 Sling: +1, Survival: +1, Tracking: +1

Musket: Attk: +1 / ODF: +3 / R: Near

Hatchet: Attk: +1 / D: +1 / R: Melee

Alchemist Fire: Attk: +0 / D: +3 / R: Thrown, Area

Gear: Pack, Canteen, Rations, Bedroll, Lantern, Oil, Mess Kit, Ammo Pouch, Powderhorn

Traits (Halfling): Scale (-1), Skirmisher: +1 to Sling, Move Quietly, Resistance vs. Fear (+1)

Gifts: Rapid Reload / Faults: Surly

The fat orange stirges, their pudgy bodies held aloft by leathery wings of two or four, scattered when the first flare illuminated them. The first set dove in various directions, believing that a great flame had erupted from the party, and the one thing stirges hated was fire, but after catching their bearings they would risk the danger in order to satiate their need for blood. Two of the flyers in the second wave already dove to try and jab their long probiscis, needle sharp at the tip to punch through leather, in order to drain blood. Vic splattered the first one, the bullet burst the parasite's brain, his diminutive form silhouetted by the drifting red smoke from spent powder.

"Head for the keep!" Amber said, her sword slashing at another one, "Vic!"

Longstride had quickly dumped another charge down the barrel and was pumping the ramrod to set the bullet before firing again. The shot might have alerted anyone left in the old castle, but several more stirge fled at the terrible report of musket fire. 

Notes 

• Victor 'Vic' Longstride is a Halfling Gunslinger from coastal town of Seaside, one of the freeports clinging along the coast outside of the Great Saltmarsh that survived by being a natural harbor and being wedged on one of the few drier rises before the land plunged into the soupy marsh.
• Worked as one of the wardens watching the border between the Marsh and Seaside since the time of the Great War to make sure the city stayed safe from threats in the swamp from brigands to animals to the undead. The experience has left him withdrawn compared to most Halflings.
•  In addition to his musket, Vic carries a bandolier of alchemist fire that he uses as thrown weapons. One of his few friends in town is the Gnomish tinker and alchemist, Stan Deaver.