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[Ochita]

Jan scowls, and begins an all out assault on the dog that bit him.

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

Name: Jan Dyten
Health: 24/30
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]

Rush over to Jan as my opponent is down and aid him in defeating his dog through any use of weapon - blade or body.

Jurith grimaced as the dog sunk it's teeth into his shoulder, throwing off his slash. He was lucky to be able to dislodge it and deliver a swift kick to it's underside and send it thrashing to the floor.

It was time to enact his belief of unity.

Spoiler: Jurith Creyn (click to show/hide)

Health: 20/30
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

[micelus]

Hack away at B-8.

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

Again.

[Skyrunner]

Aaron continues his assault.

[13+1+3+3] vs [17+5]

The dog avoids.

[7+5] vs [19+3+2]
The dog lunges blindly towards your left, and Aaron easily dodges, then slaps it with the broad of his sword.

[1+3+3 = 7 damage] dealt.

[14] The dog cringes, and retreats a few steps.

Landren tries to scare the dog off again.

[11] It is not fazed and tries to lung. However, Landren is ready.

[4+5] vs [19+1+3+5]
The dog is slammed between the eyes for 19 damage. It slumps to the ground and faints.

Jan strikes the dog hard!

J -> D
[3-1+2+2] vs [11+5] (miss!)
D -> J
[5+5] vs [7-1+2+2] (*dodge*)
J->D
[8-1+2+2] vs [1]
= 13 damage. The dog yelps as more important organs are skewered and turns tail, running out of the hall.

Jurith watches as Jan dodges the dog's vicious teeth, then hurt it enough to beat a tactical retreat.

Albri hacks at the door.

[19-3, 9] The door is bashéd into pieces, revealing ... some sort of room with white floors, and walls. The door seems to have some smooth, thick, and white material attached to the inner side. There is a small dial on the inside that is marked COLD. The white walls have shelves made of metal rods, and there are a small number of white bins. Realization dawns. This was a refrigerator/freezer, which only very rich people could have, and which made it possible for fresh vegetables, fruit, or meat to last for a long time, and Albri just destroyed one.

Main hall

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(Hall C)

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[Caellath]

Landren pushes the dog aside with the flat of his blade as a matter of fact while sighing.

Once more Landren tries to scare the rest of the dogs and if they still do not get it, he once more takes a defensive position and prepares to hit any attacker or trespasser with the flat of his longsword.

If they finally leave, he sits down and tries to get the longsword spell into a fixed formula while fixing the battle-wear problem.

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]

"Stupid mutt."
Aaron goes for a non-lethal take down, trying to make it faint. If Landren scares them off, practice 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

[Caellath]

((The funniest thing is that no one found the fact Landren transformed his arm into a sword strange.))

[Spinal_Taper]

((Aaron's used to it. He met all kinds of swords people when he was with his master. That's probably normal.))

[Skyrunner]

((They're busy. ))

[micelus]

((Would a piece of meat count as a corpse?))

Stupid fool...They probably have another one somewhere.

Acquire some fruits and head back to the room where I acquired the construction tools. See if there is any wood.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Albri of House Welben
Health: 30/30 base
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*

~starting 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 gave an irritated sigh at the levers. There was no way she was going to pull them at random.

...

Pull leftmost lever.

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.

[Caellath]

((@micelus: Try to craft another door. Search for wood.))

[Dwarmin]

((Having completely lost track of where my character in this game, or what I'm doing, just going to toss him into Dog bashing.))

Achadias sniffed. Dog meat...a rare luxury...

Action: Achadias helps Aaron disable the dog.

Spoiler: Achadias (click to show/hide)

Health: 30/30 base
Gender: Male
Physical description: A gaunt seeming man, 5 ft tall, but muscular and tanned. Bald, with dark green eyes. Has a burned mark on his shoulder that reads 'BETRAYOR'
Biography: Achadias only survived the chaos by joining other survivors in wild roving bandit gangs-those gifted with little magic had few choices, but to scavenge what they need to survive. Once he found his own talents in Abjuration (Defense) magic beginning to form, though, he was cast out as a freak, blamed for destroying the world.

Luckily, he found a group headed to a Vault...giving he had no where else to go, it certainly seemed a good idea at the time. The mark on his shoulder ironically meant he held no more loyalty to his former friends and allies, though it remains to be seen if he'll fit in with the rest of this high minded group.

~stats~ (25 points to spend. <5 gains a penalty, >5 is a bonus.)
Physical   7
Mental     3
Charisma  3
Dexterity  7
Agility      5

~skills~ 27 points
2 Crafting*
3 Cooking**
3 Brewing**

5 Combat*
4 Blunt Weapon**
4 Dodging**

1 Arcane*
5 Abjuration Magic**

~starting inventory~
Old Cookpans/Salts and Spices/Distillers/Drink Mixer
Flint and Steel
Scavenger's Tools (more used for collecting things from hard to reach places-lockpicks, bolt shears, hammers etc)
Dented Soldiers plumed Helmet (looks like the dent was caused by the hammer)
Ill fitting Steeltoe boots (one size too big)
Two handed stone Sledgehammer, painted in red and orange symbols. Might have been the base of a street sign once.
Travelling Satchel-contains various types of mostly edible fungus and unidentifiable meat, along with a water drinking jug
Piecemeal Armor-constructed of tattered leathers and scavenged scrap metal . Not as heavy or uncomfortable as it looks.
Leathered Wineskin-filled with some strange alcoholic brew...

[Skyrunner]

Landren bangs his magitech sword against his mundane shield.

[20] The dogs finally break and run, having taken too much damage. They leave one of their crippled (ie knocked out) brethren behind.

Landren sits down and ponders.

[5+1+1+4] The only solution he finds to the worn sword problem is to try creating it again in hopes that it won't be so. The fundamental issue is unknown.

As for the formula, [7+1+1+4] Landren thinks that to create a fixed spell, he will need a lot more time than just sitting in a mildly dusty hall. However, he jots down a few facts that would be helpful on a piece of parchment and puts it back in his pack.


Aaron practices fire magic. He understands that he can create fire, and manipulate it, but not with much force nor finesse.

(Mic, it seems your skill sheet consists of numbers and asterisks without any abbreviations >.>)
Albri [13] scours the Vault, but there isn't anything fresh in any of the opened rooms. He also [9] doesn't find usable amounts of wood yet. Perhaps one of the unopened rooms would have material?

Sil pulls the leftmost lever. As soon as she lets go, it clunks and goes back to its original position. Nothing happens.

Achadias blinks.

All players: +.3 thirst, +.3 hunger

It is now noontime.

Main hall

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[micelus]

((Seems I've been using the wrong sheet...Fixed. Still wondering if the meat counts as a corpse.))

Hmmm...Judging by the arrangement of rooms, it would seem that the wood must be logically stored in Hall C. All the living facilities are in Hall B and construction and the generators are in Hall A. They're locked though...What are the chances of another fridge?

Be dragged to wherever the demon lady is going.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Albri of House Welben
Health: 30/30 base
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*

~starting 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