You're brilliant and evil mind got a idea. Why not use this idiots to start your little tyranny in this village? Simply... AMAZING!
So.... They're knocked out, so you must wait. And waiting is not very fun, because of this fact, you plunder these thugs for money and order some drinks and a lavish meal.
With a moan, the first guy wakes up. He stares at you with panic in his heart.
"Do you and your stupid pal have a boss?"
"N-n-no...."
"Good. Then I'm now your boss."
"O-okay."
It seems, you have your own minions now. You feel your blood boiling with joy.
Statistics:Name : John of Foster
Gender : male
Age : 23
Race : You're a mere human.
Abilities : - nothing particular
Stats : -average in everything
Corruption : - 0,001% (Corruption is the amount of dark magic and evilness in your body. More curroption, more power. Corruption will increase your stats.)
Infamy : 0.2 (Infamy is pretty self-explanatory, or?)
Inventory :Black vest : An average vest with some pockets sewed on it. It is out of deer leather.
Brown trousers : Brown trousers. There are comfy and out of wool. There no pockets on it.
Brown wandering boots : Comfy and durable. It has little spikes on the sole.
Black coat : A woolen coat, that keeps you warm.
Belt : A belt. Duh
-scabbard : A average leather scabbard
-Iron short sword : A rather crude sword out of durable iron. It seems familiar...
Minions:Klars : Human, strong
Obdience : 10 Fear : 5
Halon : Human, strong
Obdience : 6 Fear : 4
You're well fed
You're well hydrated
You don't have wounds
Your mind is sharp and evil
(Since you're a mere human (now...), you must eat and drink.)
Territory:Some small, cozy village :
Fear : 0.5
Obdience : 0
Hate : 0
Respect : 0.2
Location :