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[micelus]

"What was that?"

Albri peeks out of the door and then goes to the main hallway. He will then try to detect the source of the noise. Bring the bucket!

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Albri of House Welben
Power: 30/30 base
Mana:
Gender: Male
Physical description: 5'5 in height and considered 'light' by his family. He has short black hair and an olive complexion. His eyes are brown. The emblem of his family ( a raven with two skulls for pauldrons and a bone in its legs) is tatooed on his neck.

Biography: The House of Welben is an old house, but not extremely rich and certainly not prestigious. For generations the house was in charge of all the graveyards in the kingdom of Volenand, organising all burials, funerals, rites, embalming, burnings, and what ever it is the dead need. It would be no surprise that the house had long tampered with necromancy, and even less surprise that the house raised up the dead as servants. Even so, power ever eluded them as they could not simply discover how to keep the corpses functional after a few years.

Albri himself was the 8th son of Count Fedrek Welben. As the 8th son, he never stood much chance for an important position or being heir. Luckily for Albri, he had no interest for that. It was expected of him to simply become a necromancer. For most of his childhood, he did spend his time studying the body, and how it worked and how to keep it moving unnaturally. Course, this then made him wonder how such things lived in life, which led to studying biology. To finish off his education, he also studied history and alchemy...although he forgot a few certain details here and there.

And so at the age of 14, he was considered of age, which for the Welben bloodline meant being a necromancer, which included a initation rite. The rite itself is rather...hush hush but suffice to say, Ablri was given recognition as a necromancer. As the 8th son, he was not given much responsiblity, beyond keeping the commoner graves and making sure that no unlicensed raising was happening. Then 6 years later, he received a letter. A letter to the capitol, requesting his admittance to the Royal University! Of course that was never to be. The Incident happened...and you all know what happened next.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 2
Mental: 7
Charisma: 5
Dexterity: 6
Agility: 5

~skills~ 27 points
Combat -2
Arcane4*
Social 3
Crafting 3*
Mental4*

~inventory~
Doctor Alber's Portable Box of Delightful Tools (Embalming kit)
Linen Tunic and Pants
Leather Gloves
Linen Tuque
Leather Shoes
Satchel
Sheets of parchment
Quill
Ink well (empty)
John Alber's Guide to the Human Anatomy
Languages of The Nations Vol I
The Histories of the Continent by The Serri Company
Prayer Beads
Mortar & Pestle
Food Rations
Waterskin (filled)
Handaxe
Saw
Fishing Rod
String
Hooks
Bucket (filled)

[Caellath]

Landren feels something flailing against the back of his mind. He knows it may be dangerous attempting to call upon magic now, but the scraping got him suspicious. Combat may not be too far, and he will need to be ready when the time comes, which may be sooner than expected.

The knight moves away from the rest of the group and starts to work on solidifying (making it usable with only one roll?) a Magitech Conversion spell based on transforming one of his arms into a large and sleek Longsword with the same color and style of his armor (or any melee weapon he knows, if it happens to be too narrow), but it being an unholy fusion of both magic and technology. The transformation can be dispelled the same way it was called upon.

Spoiler: Landren Caelumcursor (click to show/hide)

Name: Landren Caelumcursor
Health: 30/30
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall and lean, with a fair face and olive eyes. His long hair is brown with a few lighter-colored strands running through its length. He is clad in pristinely brushed and tended silver armor with white lining and parts and his underclothing is mostly white and dark blue. His full, face-hiding slitted helmet has curved horns as those of a goat.
~stats~
Physical - 6
Mental - 6
Charisma - 0
Dexterity - 6
Agility - 7
~skills~
Combat - 3 * (14 points)
Arcane - 1 * (7 points)
Crafting - 1 * (6 points)
~inventory~
-Thunderbolt Steel Halberd - with steel protection running through the handle - (slung on back)
-Steel Kite Shield - (slung on back)
-Steel Medium Plate Armor - horned helmet, chestpiece, leggings, gauntlets, greaves, chainmail etc.
-Billowy white cloak and cape
-Prayer beads
-Hawk's feather quill, Ink and parchments
-Bag of supplies - contains dried fruits and salted food
-Firestarter kit
-Waterskin - filled as of now
-Whetstone
-Small Thunderbolt Steel Bars
-Blacksmithing Kit
-Cooking set
-Leather pouches - with the coats of arms of several families sewn upon them
~acquired~
-Plain dagger
-King's Iron ingot
-Three common iron ingots
-Two copper ingots
-Tools
-Fishing implements
-Two small bundles of dried-up leaves
-Four pepper corn vials
-Red powder bottle
Biography: Landren was an apprentice of both chivalry, magic and smithing (although with methods regarded as strange), intent on creating both armor and weapons he could use. He was very focused on his objectives and had already achieved a reasonable level of ability - becoming more renowned for his cooking than actual fighting prowess - when the disaster struck and he had to escape from the confines of the castle he lived and move to the Vault with a comitive of fellow knights and people from the place.

None but him made it to the Vault, some dying and others straying from the group while immerse in either madness or pain. Before passing away, the Lord of the castle granted him the title of a full-fledged knight and gave him the right to take a protegee or squire under his wing, a negligible honor for someone who quickly found himself alone.

During his crucible, he abandoned his crafting skills almost entirely in favor of developing the magic side of construction directly, creating strange and never seen effects and making him stray further from humanity. Since then, it may be difficult to assess the effects of the events he has been through on his psyche. Recently he found a roaming group heading to the same Vault he was and joined them, keeping his purposes a mystery.

[Spinal_Taper]

((I was really more of checking if it was filled with sand or something.))

"I dunno. Let's go check it out."

Aaron goes with Albri to detect the noise.

[Ochita]

"Hmm..?"

Jan investigates the noise.

Spoiler: Jan (Ochita) (click to show/hide)

Name: Jan Dyten
Health: 29/30
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Ochita is 26 years old, and has unkept brown hair, with dark brown eyes. He has a moderate build, showing that while he did do physical work, time has rounded him out slightly.   
Biography: Ochita was a general trader before the whole collapse started, which left him with a couple of skills here and there. After the Incident, he settled down somewhat, having a semi permanent store. When the collapse actually started, he ran to the closest shelter, discovering that with magic returning, he was able to somewhat control it, using it to heal minor wounds.

~stats~
Physical: 4
Mental: 7
Charisma: 7
Dexterity: 3
Agility:4

~skills~
Social: 4 *
Arcane: 2 *
Combat: 2 *
General: 1 *

~starting inventory~
Iron rapier
Leather overcoat
Merchant's cap
Money pouch (Filled with a small amount of money.)
Various seasonings/non-perishables. Inside an iron pot

[Tiruin]

Spoiler: Jurith Creyn (click to show/hide)

Health: 25/30
Power: 18/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Jurith stands at the height of 5'8". With a gaunt appearance and a hardened countenance, it is hard to believe that this is but a man of twenty two with a lean and average stature. His eyes are a deep shade of brown and his black hair is shortly cropped. He has a small, rough beard of the same colour.

He has a rough scar on his right cheek, crossing the eye.

Biography: A son of a knight and nursemaid, Jurith was born and raised in the higher echelons of society; his family was a powerless one, but one that held great prestige in the eyes of his neighbors and fellowmen. In his youth, he tended to the fields of his father, while learning his skills from his mother. In puberty, he was known to be a reckless explorer and a revered fighter, having participated as an auxiliary soldier in the skirmishes of his land. In his coming of age, he was selected to join in with his father in his sojourns across the land.

Chivalry, as taught by his father, was what he was apt to follow. Forwarding the common goals, he discovered that despite the popular belief, working as a squire and watching a knight in combat and in peace was very different to the honor-bound society that he grew up in. There were no rules in battle, and yet most enemies he faced fought as if bound by such, one law that he learned with great impunity.

In a recent skirmish, he spared a bandit who pleaded for his life under parley and when his back was turned, the man struck back at him with whatever weapon was in reach - a metal shard, at the time. His reflexes saved him, earning only a gash to the face, but he was successful in subduing the oath-breaker. It was only after this battle that he and his father attempted to join in on the crusade on their kingdom's vault, against the behest of whatever lord managed to gain control over the land, aware now of the lack of peace in the realm. The bandit was set free due to this knowledge.

Jurith was sent in part of the vanguard force, while his father stayed behind to aid the rest.

~stats~
Physical 8
Mental 3
Charisma 2
Dexterity 6
Agility 6

~skills~
Combat *
Social *
Crafting *

Arcane *

~starting inventory~
Grey's Anatomy: Descriptive and Surgical
Steel Arming Sword
Hunting Knife
Gilded Helm
Hemp Fiber Pants and Shirt
Leather Boots
Leather Gloves
Grey Tunic
White Surcoat
Field Platemail
Satchel
Salted Rations
Waterskin {Filled}
Whet Stone
2 Rolls of Cloth
10 Wads of Paper
1 Shard of Graphite
1 Quill
2 Vials of Ink

"Bladed objects in a farm, curious."

Inspect bladed objects.

[IronyOwl]

"Eh? For harvesting it, silly," Sil responded, noticing Jurith's confusion.

Search for seeds for farm.

Spoiler: Sil, Demonic Helper (IronyOwl) (click to show/hide)

Name: Sil
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Gender: Female
Physical description: Female red-skinned humanoid with a slightly feral appearance, almost like an oversized goblin or imp disguised as a human. Around 5' tall, but often hunches or crouches down to less. Has pointed ears roughly a foot long, spiraling horns about the same, black hair, pointy teeth and claws, arms a bit longer than normal, legs that turn digitigrade at the bottom, obviously clawed feet, a fairly long tail with a small barb on it, small leathery wings, a foot and a half long mostly prehensile tongue, and eyes that appear largely silvery, but shimmering with a constantly changing assortment of other random colors. Her face and general body structure is essentially human otherwise, save that her mouth can split wider than normal.
Biography: Sil was originally summoned to be a grand wizard's familiar, back when she was an imp. He doted on his new pet, which greatly aided her increases in power and size. When the catastrophe struck, her master's tower was sundered and he was pulled into some manner of rift, forcing her to flee.

She's secretly very sad about her master, and hopes she can someday find him again, though she knows the odds of finding him alive and in a recognizable state aren't good. Otherwise, however, she views the apocalypse as a superb opportunity, and doesn't intend to miss her chance to capitalize on it.

~stats~
Physical 3
Mental 4
Charisma 6
Dexterity 7
Agility 5

~skills~
Combat 3*
Arcane 2*
Crafting 3*
Social 2*
Mental 0*

~starting inventory~
Alchemy Kit
Blacksmith's Tools
Assorted bronze hoops (for balancing, jumping through, spinning, etc)
Quill, Inkwell, Writing Tablet, Parchment
Writing Slate & Chalk
The Scrolls of Servitude, a thick, leatherbound tome detailing various minions of possible interest to (generally powerful and reckless) mages, ranging from constructs and summons to mutations and grafts.
Hinges and You, a thick, sturdy tome detailing more complex blacksmith's arts, such as the creation of hinges, locks, hidden compartments, mechanical triggers, and so on.
Wulfram's Guide to Alchemical Wonders, a fairly large guide to alchemical reagents, mostly among plants and harmless, easy to catch insects and fish.

[Tiruin]

"But there aren't any-...hm. Alright then." Jurith replied. His eyes were still clearing up, but he had regained most of his vision. From where he was, he couldn't make out exactly what were those blades he saw earlier, but Sil was his voice of reason for now.

Farming tools. How was he so blind?

So he checks the toolshed instead, and...examines the bladed objects just to be sure.

[Frajic]

"Aha! Do you hear that? There IS something else in this vault!"

Cheer, and run around searching for the source.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Olson Johan
Health: 30/30 base
20/20 power
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall, frail and cooky old man. Has a beard glued on, and dressed in a ridiculous red, pointed hat and a roughed-up bath robe.
Biography: Was kicked out of the Mage's Guild at age 67 for abusing alchemical compounds. His sorry state of a brain couldn't handle the fact he was no longer recognized as an official mage, and he did everything he could to reclaim his title. In his mind, that meant looking as much as a mage as possible. Since the Guild had been his home, he had to do with what he could get his hands on.

~stats~
Physical 3
Mental 10
Charisma 4
Dexterity 4
Agility 4

~skills~
Arcane 9*

~starting inventory~
White bath robe
Red, pointed hat
Beard
A loaf of bread

[Skyrunner]

Albri goes to the main hallway. It is easy to spot who it is - a small pack of five or so dog things are snuffling around. They don't seem that normal, though: for one, their eyes are glowing. Red. Another part is that they have abnormally large and sharp teeth. Finally, their hyper-alertness and the low rumbling sound they are emitting generally doesn't point towards friendliness.

Landren ponders his options. He could either start fixing a spell into a standardish form that would allow him to call that spell without fail, which takes much more time than a few hours, or he could prepare magitech, just like loosening the sheath of a sword to make it easier to draw. He decides to do the latter one.
[4,5,15] While no power is used, neither does his spell work.

Aaron looks at the water and sees that it is clear.

He then follows Albri and sees what he has seen.

Jan peeks out into the main hall and sees what two other men whose names start with 'A' have seen.

Jurith examines the bladed objects. They don't seem to be tools, nor are they detachable-looking. He touches one of them and sees that it spins round on its axis.

The toolshed has a number of kinds of tools, and multiple duplicates of each. Plows, hoes, shovels, spades, trowels, scythes, rakes, pushable-wheat-harvesters, chaff machines, you name it.

Sil searches around the 2nd floor. There are no non-grass seeds to be found at all.

Frajic cheers and runs around searching for the source. [11] A moment later, he recalled that running around did tend to blunt your senses. He had ran into the main hall and stopped just in front of the hostile looking dogs.

[Caellath]

Landren clenches his teeth behind the helmet. Hostiles have found their way into the Vault and there is no time to be sitting and waiting. The knight takes the steel shield from his back and dashes to the enemies' location.

The knight once again attempts to prepare Magitech while heading to face the dogs. If it happens to work, he transforms his right arm into a magitech longsword as wide as the limb it took shape from and twice as long.

Spoiler: Landren Caelumcursor (click to show/hide)

Name: Landren Caelumcursor
Health: 30/30
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Tall and lean, with a fair face and olive eyes. His long hair is brown with a few lighter-colored strands running through its length. He is clad in pristinely brushed and tended silver armor with white lining and parts and his underclothing is mostly white and dark blue. His full, face-hiding slitted helmet has curved horns as those of a goat.
~stats~
Physical - 6
Mental - 6
Charisma - 0
Dexterity - 6
Agility - 7
~skills~
Combat - 3 * (14 points)
Arcane - 1 * (7 points)
Crafting - 1 * (6 points)
~inventory~
-Thunderbolt Steel Halberd - with steel protection running through the handle - (slung on back)
-Steel Kite Shield - (not slung on back)
-Steel Medium Plate Armor - horned helmet, chestpiece, leggings, gauntlets, greaves, chainmail etc.
-Billowy white cloak and cape
-Prayer beads
-Hawk's feather quill, Ink and parchments
-Bag of supplies - contains dried fruits and salted food
-Firestarter kit
-Waterskin - filled as of now
-Whetstone
-Small Thunderbolt Steel Bars
-Blacksmithing Kit
-Cooking set
-Leather pouches - with the coats of arms of several families sewn upon them
~acquired~
-Plain dagger
-King's Iron ingot
-Three common iron ingots
-Two copper ingots
-Tools
-Fishing implements
-Two small bundles of dried-up leaves
-Four pepper corn vials
-Red powder bottle
Biography: Landren was an apprentice of both chivalry, magic and smithing (although with methods regarded as strange), intent on creating both armor and weapons he could use. He was very focused on his objectives and had already achieved a reasonable level of ability - becoming more renowned for his cooking than actual fighting prowess - when the disaster struck and he had to escape from the confines of the castle he lived and move to the Vault with a comitive of fellow knights and people from the place.

None but him made it to the Vault, some dying and others straying from the group while immerse in either madness or pain. Before passing away, the Lord of the castle granted him the title of a full-fledged knight and gave him the right to take a protegee or squire under his wing, a negligible honor for someone who quickly found himself alone.

During his crucible, he abandoned his crafting skills almost entirely in favor of developing the magic side of construction directly, creating strange and never seen effects and making him stray further from humanity. Since then, it may be difficult to assess the effects of the events he has been through on his psyche. Recently he found a roaming group heading to the same Vault he was and joined them, keeping his purposes a mystery.

[Spinal_Taper]

Aaron looks at Landren.
"Calm down, we don't have to kill them."

He then walks calmly towards the wolves.
"Hey. Get away from here, ya mutts."

He tries to scare them with a little fire magic.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Aaron Telman
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Gender:Male
Physical description: Medium, black, somewhat wild hair. Wears massive broadsword strapped to back over travelers cloak.
Biography: Telman was a problem child. He never got along with anyone else at the orphanage. He had random outbursts of violence, and rarely did what was asked of him. When he came of age, he left the city, no food or water, to wander the land. Unsurprisingly, he didn't last long, and he fainted in the wilderness. A wandering blademaster, Yaren, found him, saved him, and took him under his wing, teaching the boy about swordplay, magic and survival. Upon the completion of his apprenticeship, Aaron again went to travel the wastes, but when he saw the magic erupting from the ground, he high-tailed it to the closest group of people he could find.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 6
Mental:5
Charisma:3
Dexterity: 6
Agility:5

~skills~ 27 points
(see below)
Combat - 3 * (7 points)
Arcane - 1 * (3 points)
Crafting - 2 * (2 points)
Social - 0 * (0 points)
Mental - 2 * (4 points)

~starting inventory~
1 Steel Broadsword
1 Chainmail
1 Reinforced Travelers cloak

[Ochita]

Jan watches the guy walk towards the wolves, and sighs. Was that guy a fool? He'd have to intervene. Rushing out, he tries to stab a dog in the side.
"Don't be an idiot!"

Rush out of the door, and stab a wolf/dog in the side.

Spoiler: Jan (Ochita) (click to show/hide)

Name: Jan Dyten
Health: 29/30
Power: 20/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Ochita is 26 years old, and has unkept brown hair, with dark brown eyes. He has a moderate build, showing that while he did do physical work, time has rounded him out slightly.   
Biography: Ochita was a general trader before the whole collapse started, which left him with a couple of skills here and there. After the Incident, he settled down somewhat, having a semi permanent store. When the collapse actually started, he ran to the closest shelter, discovering that with magic returning, he was able to somewhat control it, using it to heal minor wounds.

~stats~
Physical: 4
Mental: 7
Charisma: 7
Dexterity: 3
Agility:4

~skills~
Social: 4 *
Arcane: 2 *
Combat: 2 *
General: 1 *

~starting inventory~
Iron rapier
Leather overcoat
Merchant's cap
Money pouch (Filled with a small amount of money.)
Various seasonings/non-perishables. Inside an iron pot

[Tiruin]

Spoiler: Jurith Creyn (click to show/hide)

Health: 25/30
Power: 18/20
Gender: Male
Physical description: Jurith stands at the height of 5'8". With a gaunt appearance and a hardened countenance, it is hard to believe that this is but a man of twenty two with a lean and average stature. His eyes are a deep shade of brown and his black hair is shortly cropped. He has a small, rough beard of the same colour.

He has a rough scar on his right cheek, crossing the eye.

Biography: A son of a knight and nursemaid, Jurith was born and raised in the higher echelons of society; his family was a powerless one, but one that held great prestige in the eyes of his neighbors and fellowmen. In his youth, he tended to the fields of his father, while learning his skills from his mother. In puberty, he was known to be a reckless explorer and a revered fighter, having participated as an auxiliary soldier in the skirmishes of his land. In his coming of age, he was selected to join in with his father in his sojourns across the land.

Chivalry, as taught by his father, was what he was apt to follow. Forwarding the common goals, he discovered that despite the popular belief, working as a squire and watching a knight in combat and in peace was very different to the honor-bound society that he grew up in. There were no rules in battle, and yet most enemies he faced fought as if bound by such, one law that he learned with great impunity.

In a recent skirmish, he spared a bandit who pleaded for his life under parley and when his back was turned, the man struck back at him with whatever weapon was in reach - a metal shard, at the time. His reflexes saved him, earning only a gash to the face, but he was successful in subduing the oath-breaker. It was only after this battle that he and his father attempted to join in on the crusade on their kingdom's vault, against the behest of whatever lord managed to gain control over the land, aware now of the lack of peace in the realm. The bandit was set free due to this knowledge.

Jurith was sent in part of the vanguard force, while his father stayed behind to aid the rest.

~stats~
Physical 8
Mental 3
Charisma 2
Dexterity 6
Agility 6

~skills~
Combat *
Social *
Crafting *

Arcane *

~starting inventory~
Grey's Anatomy: Descriptive and Surgical
Steel Arming Sword
Hunting Knife
Gilded Helm
Hemp Fiber Pants and Shirt
Leather Boots
Leather Gloves
Grey Tunic
White Surcoat
Field Platemail
Satchel
Salted Rations
Waterskin {Filled}
Whet Stone
2 Rolls of Cloth
10 Wads of Paper
1 Shard of Graphite
1 Quill
2 Vials of Ink

Jurith grabs a long wooden pole from the toolshed.

Then decides to investigate the source of the noise heard earlier, noticing no presence of his comrades nearby.

[micelus]

"Eh...I'm not so good with dogs. You guys deal with this."

Cautiously head back to narrow hallway B.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Albri of House Welben
Power: 30/30 base
Mana:
Gender: Male
Physical description: 5'5 in height and considered 'light' by his family. He has short black hair and an olive complexion. His eyes are brown. The emblem of his family ( a raven with two skulls for pauldrons and a bone in its legs) is tatooed on his neck.

Biography: The House of Welben is an old house, but not extremely rich and certainly not prestigious. For generations the house was in charge of all the graveyards in the kingdom of Volenand, organising all burials, funerals, rites, embalming, burnings, and what ever it is the dead need. It would be no surprise that the house had long tampered with necromancy, and even less surprise that the house raised up the dead as servants. Even so, power ever eluded them as they could not simply discover how to keep the corpses functional after a few years.

Albri himself was the 8th son of Count Fedrek Welben. As the 8th son, he never stood much chance for an important position or being heir. Luckily for Albri, he had no interest for that. It was expected of him to simply become a necromancer. For most of his childhood, he did spend his time studying the body, and how it worked and how to keep it moving unnaturally. Course, this then made him wonder how such things lived in life, which led to studying biology. To finish off his education, he also studied history and alchemy...although he forgot a few certain details here and there.

And so at the age of 14, he was considered of age, which for the Welben bloodline meant being a necromancer, which included a initation rite. The rite itself is rather...hush hush but suffice to say, Ablri was given recognition as a necromancer. As the 8th son, he was not given much responsiblity, beyond keeping the commoner graves and making sure that no unlicensed raising was happening. Then 6 years later, he received a letter. A letter to the capitol, requesting his admittance to the Royal University! Of course that was never to be. The Incident happened...and you all know what happened next.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical: 2
Mental: 7
Charisma: 5
Dexterity: 6
Agility: 5

~skills~ 27 points
Combat -2
Arcane4*
Social 3
Crafting 3*
Mental4*

~inventory~
Doctor Alber's Portable Box of Delightful Tools (Embalming kit)
Linen Tunic and Pants
Leather Gloves
Linen Tuque
Leather Shoes
Satchel
Sheets of parchment
Quill
Ink well (empty)
John Alber's Guide to the Human Anatomy
Languages of The Nations Vol I
The Histories of the Continent by The Serri Company
Prayer Beads
Mortar & Pestle
Food Rations
Waterskin (filled)
Handaxe
Saw
Fishing Rod
String
Hooks

[IronyOwl]

Sil grumbled. This might make things harder. Hopefully they were just kept elsewhere.


Head upstairs, ask if anyone's seen seeds lying around, and for an update on what's in the rooms. If no one answers grab random passerby until answer is received.

Also reexamine layout of building and room at the end of the hallway.

Spoiler: Sil, Demonic Helper (IronyOwl) (click to show/hide)

Name: Sil
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Gender: Female
Physical description: Female red-skinned humanoid with a slightly feral appearance, almost like an oversized goblin or imp disguised as a human. Around 5' tall, but often hunches or crouches down to less. Has pointed ears roughly a foot long, spiraling horns about the same, black hair, pointy teeth and claws, arms a bit longer than normal, legs that turn digitigrade at the bottom, obviously clawed feet, a fairly long tail with a small barb on it, small leathery wings, a foot and a half long mostly prehensile tongue, and eyes that appear largely silvery, but shimmering with a constantly changing assortment of other random colors. Her face and general body structure is essentially human otherwise, save that her mouth can split wider than normal.
Biography: Sil was originally summoned to be a grand wizard's familiar, back when she was an imp. He doted on his new pet, which greatly aided her increases in power and size. When the catastrophe struck, her master's tower was sundered and he was pulled into some manner of rift, forcing her to flee.

She's secretly very sad about her master, and hopes she can someday find him again, though she knows the odds of finding him alive and in a recognizable state aren't good. Otherwise, however, she views the apocalypse as a superb opportunity, and doesn't intend to miss her chance to capitalize on it.

~stats~
Physical 3
Mental 4
Charisma 6
Dexterity 7
Agility 5

~skills~
Combat 3*
Arcane 2*
Crafting 3*
Social 2*
Mental 0*

~starting inventory~
Alchemy Kit
Blacksmith's Tools
Assorted bronze hoops (for balancing, jumping through, spinning, etc)
Quill, Inkwell, Writing Tablet, Parchment
Writing Slate & Chalk
The Scrolls of Servitude, a thick, leatherbound tome detailing various minions of possible interest to (generally powerful and reckless) mages, ranging from constructs and summons to mutations and grafts.
Hinges and You, a thick, sturdy tome detailing more complex blacksmith's arts, such as the creation of hinges, locks, hidden compartments, mechanical triggers, and so on.
Wulfram's Guide to Alchemical Wonders, a fairly large guide to alchemical reagents, mostly among plants and harmless, easy to catch insects and fish.