[At the least, camping outside like this while traveling? He's used to that. So it is easy enough for him to figure setting himself up, after a day of riding and maybe even joining in some songs or stories along the way. He is quick and experienced enough that it doesn't take long for him to settle in for the night. Setting up some blankets for a bed, making a campfire to cook something over. For some light. He might even offer some of his food, his dinner (a basic stew) if someone else is setting up nearby and might like some as well.]
Want some?
4.0:
[He's no stranger to combat. Maybe still adjusting with this particular set of abilities and the like, his newfound even shorter height. But that doesn't bother him. As he takes cover initially, waiting for a chance to strike and take one of the bandits by surprise. Or just leaping into the middle of the chaos to help someone in need. Either way.
It doesn't take long. Before one of the bandits is greeted from behind by a tiny gnome Rogue leaping up and striking at their back. Trying to take advantage of his whole Rogue thing by sneaking up from behind. But while more stealthy and sneaky with his smaller size, he is also probably more of a target in now getting involved.]
You alright?
5.0 a:
W-whoa! Shit!
[And cue the tiny gnome cursing and shifting back as his campfire seems to keep spreading and growing further beyond what he intended or anticipated. He has some drinking water but he doubts that would be much, be enough to deal with it.
That and he might be staring at it remembering when he burned his own house down. So he might kind of freeze up. Rather than really. Fleeing too far.]
5.0 b:
I can't see a damned thing....it's so dark...!
[Which. Is frustrating because of course he is used to sneaking around an taking advantage of the cover of night time. But this is a bit much even for him when he can barely even see his hand in front of him. He squints, trying to figure seeing anything but it is of course futile. He stumbles as he tries to feel around, to make his way in keeping going in the direction they were headed.
Which may or may not result in him bumping into someone else. Probably someone much taller than he is presently.]
Sorry?
6.0:
[He's tiny. And also, vulnerable, given his arm and leg being auto-mail, for all that he generally tries to keep that hidden under pants, under long sleeves and gloves. He can't actually swim. Not with the added weight of the metal, for all that he actually can swim otherwise, could swim just fine prior. He thus becomes rather panicked, as the tide swells and pulls him in from the beach.]
Ack! Dammit! I can't -- Can't swim!
7.0
Watch it!
[He warns, shifting in trying to progress in moving forward while also helping deal with the creatures they need to get past. He's tiny, making it easier for him to move around mostly unnoticed. But it does also make him a target, as he strikes at one of the creatures about to attack one of the other Orbers from behind. He's quick, luckily able to dodge easily enough that another of the creatures just maybe barely grazes at his arm. The auto-mail one.]
I hope that doesn't mess with it too much.
[That muttered more to himself, as perhaps the sleeve might expose the shine of the metal underneath.]
Edward Elric l Fullmetal Alchemist aka Aricryn Copperfern the gnome
[At the least, camping outside like this while traveling? He's used to that. So it is easy enough for him to figure setting himself up, after a day of riding and maybe even joining in some songs or stories along the way. He is quick and experienced enough that it doesn't take long for him to settle in for the night. Setting up some blankets for a bed, making a campfire to cook something over. For some light. He might even offer some of his food, his dinner (a basic stew) if someone else is setting up nearby and might like some as well.]
Want some?
4.0:
[He's no stranger to combat. Maybe still adjusting with this particular set of abilities and the like, his newfound even shorter height. But that doesn't bother him. As he takes cover initially, waiting for a chance to strike and take one of the bandits by surprise. Or just leaping into the middle of the chaos to help someone in need. Either way.
It doesn't take long. Before one of the bandits is greeted from behind by a tiny gnome Rogue leaping up and striking at their back. Trying to take advantage of his whole Rogue thing by sneaking up from behind. But while more stealthy and sneaky with his smaller size, he is also probably more of a target in now getting involved.]
You alright?
5.0 a:
W-whoa! Shit!
[And cue the tiny gnome cursing and shifting back as his campfire seems to keep spreading and growing further beyond what he intended or anticipated. He has some drinking water but he doubts that would be much, be enough to deal with it.
That and he might be staring at it remembering when he burned his own house down. So he might kind of freeze up. Rather than really. Fleeing too far.]
5.0 b:
I can't see a damned thing....it's so dark...!
[Which. Is frustrating because of course he is used to sneaking around an taking advantage of the cover of night time. But this is a bit much even for him when he can barely even see his hand in front of him. He squints, trying to figure seeing anything but it is of course futile. He stumbles as he tries to feel around, to make his way in keeping going in the direction they were headed.
Which may or may not result in him bumping into someone else. Probably someone much taller than he is presently.]
Sorry?
6.0:
[He's tiny. And also, vulnerable, given his arm and leg being auto-mail, for all that he generally tries to keep that hidden under pants, under long sleeves and gloves. He can't actually swim. Not with the added weight of the metal, for all that he actually can swim otherwise, could swim just fine prior. He thus becomes rather panicked, as the tide swells and pulls him in from the beach.]
Ack! Dammit! I can't -- Can't swim!
7.0
Watch it!
[He warns, shifting in trying to progress in moving forward while also helping deal with the creatures they need to get past. He's tiny, making it easier for him to move around mostly unnoticed. But it does also make him a target, as he strikes at one of the creatures about to attack one of the other Orbers from behind. He's quick, luckily able to dodge easily enough that another of the creatures just maybe barely grazes at his arm. The auto-mail one.]
I hope that doesn't mess with it too much.
[That muttered more to himself, as perhaps the sleeve might expose the shine of the metal underneath.]