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A montage of memorable moments surrounding my player character from the first half of "Horror on the Orient Express." Dorothy Pendleton was a no-nonsense falconer who, due to losing her firearm license, wielded a flare gun as her personal-defense weapon of choice, swapping between flares and buckshot shells for different situations. She quickly established herself as the team's combat, stealth, and infiltration specialist, aided by her loyal peregrine Penny for recon.

Probably her shining moment (pictured center) was when a Dimensional Shambler popped out of a tear in spacetime to eat an NPC right next to her. 2/4 teammates instantly fail their sanity checks and lapsed into temporary insanity, the third one charged it with a knife and got knocked unconscious in a single crippling hit, leaving Dorothy the last woman standing. So she starts unloading buckshot into the thing's chest for 4d6 point-blank damage per round, dodging every counterattack (in fairness I maxed her dodge at 75) and ended up soloing it, then passing the First-Aid check to stabilize her dying teammate, letting us miraculously live to fight another day.

Her other notable escapade (pictured right) was also the event that sadly wrote her out of the campaign. The party had been invited to attend an opera for an inaugural performance, but everyone declined in order to recover from some rough fights earlier in the day. Except Dorothy, who'd pre-stolen a dancer costume and didn't want it to go to waste. So she goes alone and sneaks backstage, where she witnesses the eldritch artifact we were seeking being used as a stage prop. Before she could go tell the others, the local cult raided the theater and held everyone hostage. Due to lacking gear, teammates, and time, Dorothy ended up starting a fire in the stagecraft area using paint varnish, sneaking outside, and barricading the back exit the cult was using. The opera house ended up burning down, most of the civilians and cultists died, and the party arrived and successfully retrieved the artifact from the wreckage before the cops arrived. But Dorothy suffered bad burns from holding the backstage doors closed and had to be hospitalized, so I replaced her with a surviving 1890s Gaslight character who came out of retirement to fight the eldritch horrors in her stead!

(Though a silver lining is that her departure did ultimately leave her the sole surviving inspector from the original quartet by the end, it was a meat grinder of a campaign!)

Description
A montage of memorable moments surrounding my player character from the first half of "Horror on the Orient Express." Dorothy Pendleton was a no-nonsense falconer who, due to losing her firearm license, wielded a flare gun as her personal-defense weapon of choice, swapping between flares and buckshot shells for different situations. She quickly established herself as the team's combat, stealth, and infiltration specialist, aided by her loyal peregrine Penny for recon.

Probably her shining moment (pictured center) was when a Dimensional Shambler popped out of a tear in spacetime to eat an NPC right next to her. 2/4 teammates instantly fail their sanity checks and lapsed into temporary insanity, the third one charged it with a knife and got knocked unconscious in a single crippling hit, leaving Dorothy the last woman standing. So she starts unloading buckshot into the thing's chest for 4d6 point-blank damage per round, dodging every counterattack (in fairness I maxed her dodge at 75) and ended up soloing it, then passing the First-Aid check to stabilize her dying teammate, letting us miraculously live to fight another day.

Her other notable escapade (pictured right) was also the event that sadly wrote her out of the campaign. The party had been invited to attend an opera for an inaugural performance, but everyone declined in order to recover from some rough fights earlier in the day. Except Dorothy, who'd pre-stolen a dancer costume and didn't want it to go to waste. So she goes alone and sneaks backstage, where she witnesses the eldritch artifact we were seeking being used as a stage prop. Before she could go tell the others, the local cult raided the theater and held everyone hostage. Due to lacking gear, teammates, and time, Dorothy ended up starting a fire in the stagecraft area using paint varnish, sneaking outside, and barricading the back exit the cult was using. The opera house ended up burning down, most of the civilians and cultists died, and the party arrived and successfully retrieved the artifact from the wreckage before the cops arrived. But Dorothy suffered bad burns from holding the backstage doors closed and had to be hospitalized, so I replaced her with a surviving 1890s Gaslight character who came out of retirement to fight the eldritch horrors in her stead!

(Though a silver lining is that her departure did ultimately leave her the sole surviving inspector from the original quartet by the end, it was a meat grinder of a campaign!)