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[Skyrunner]

The Vault

Intro
After the Incident, which originated with a careless mage creating a perpetual power-eating spell, the various kingdoms and countries of the world made sure to prepare Vaults in the event of a catastrophe. They were simply sealed underground rooms equipped with anti-spell doors and walls at least three meters thick, batteries of power stored away to regulate temperature, humidity, and provide life, and simple facilities for rest, production, and research.

Inevitably, another disaster has struck. This time, it was caused by an overabundance of power, unlike the Incident, which was characterized by the lack of it. Plumes of magic appeared from tiny seams in the fabric of the world, which served to separate the seams more, which brought forward more otherworldly magic. In a positive feedback cycle much much wild power appeared in the world, which attracted strange creatures and warped many existing ones into more powerful, feral and tougher versions.

Needless to say, the world collapsed.

You and the others grouped together in the confusion and chaos. Some of you knew where a Vault was, and led the others on the dangerous path there. Though you lost three forths on the way, at least you made it here. The entrance to Vault E — made of metal and ceramic checkered and about ten meters tall, ten meters high, and square — looms before you. Far off, the thick, boiling clouds crackle as thunder and lightning ripple through them, while the surrounding hills are sparse and covered in hardy brown grass. There is a minor river about a kilometer away.

The sights

Jurith approaches the lever set into one side of Vault E's doors. Remembering the short code his father told him, he raises or lowers the levers accordingly and waits until the system detects them. With a heavy clunk and a low grinding of machinery, the doors slide to either side, ponderously and solidly. Inside is dark, at least until a dim set of red lights embedded into either side of the opening flicker on. The passageway leads into the main complex of the Vault. Landren, Tricton, Albri, Jurith, Sil, Olson, Achadias, and a number of other people cautiously head in. Jurith remembers that he has to pull another lever to seal the Vault again from the wild magic and creatures outside. There is supposed to be a small airlock somewhere, but he doesn't know where it is.

Though each Vault is said to be different, this particular one is built into the side of a mountain. This means that most of it is on the same level as the entrance hall. The main hall leading from the large double doors ends in a round room, lavishly decorated yet sparsely furnitured (which probably is not a word). There is a sort of carpet made of woven fiber and square covering most of the room. The high dome of it terminates in a set of extinguished chandeliers. Four pillars stand equidistant from the center of the room and from each other.

Other, narrower halls lead perpendicular to the main hall. They lead to various closed doors and smaller passageways. Meanwhile, there is a small flight of stairs leading down to the second floor in the middle of the hall.

All of the halls are tiled in cut but not polished stone in a varying grey-and-white checker pattern. Ten sets of key-rungs are hanging on each of the pillars in the big room. The room temperature is about twenty degrees Celsius, or roughly 70 degrees Fahrenheit. The only lighting as of right now are the solemn red strips of lighting lining the walls. The center of the big room at the end is mostly dark.


Summery: Long wide hall, circular room at end. Three narrower halls are perpendicular to main hall, each has about five doors; total of 15 doors on narrower halls. The long wide hall has two large doors about halfway down, between Narrow Hall A and Narrow Hall B.
The air is at 20 Celsius / 70 Farenheit. It is dim.

Ambient magic : [50/50(s)]
If you are a mage, record 20/20 power on your sheet.

[Caellath]

Landren moves silently and seemingly without much interest in the surrounding area, the heavy metal boots managing to make little sound even as they hit the floor.

Move towards the large circular area. If anyone tries to open a door, follow them instead.

Edit: Therefore, follow Sil.

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
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
Leather pouches - with the coats of arms of several families sewn upon them
Cooking set
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.

[IronyOwl]

Sil's tail thrashed a moment in excitement. Passages to explore!

Head down Narrow Hallway C, explore Door 3.

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.

[Ochita]

Jan Sighed, and decided to just stay with most of the group, deciding to follow the duo that were going down a hallway.

Follow Sil

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

Name: Jan Dyten
Health: 30/30 base
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 mace
Leather overcoat
Merchant's cap
Money pouch (Filled with a small amount of money.)
Various seasonings/non-perishables. Inside an iron pot

[micelus]

"This place is rather interesting..." . Albri mused.

Seeing that a group was heading somehwere, Albri followed.

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*

~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)

[Tiruin]

((Twenty degrees Celsius? This is a cool place.  ))

Jurith was the last to enter, spotting no hostilities in the current vicinity. He couldn't find the lever that sealed the Vault off.

He tried to warn the rest, but noticed four of the other seven already moving in one direction.

He sighed before turning to the rest. "Watch your backs, lads. The entry is left open for any else who strayed behind, but keep your vigil. Do not be deceived by the grandeur of this Vault, for not everything is as it seems." He ended his short speech looking at the leftmost man in the group, someone that had the roughness of experience and resilience. And his strange green eyes.

Follow the last person to move.

Edit: And find any portable light source to bring along. Preferably natural, like a branch that could be lit, or a torch with a rag wrapped in oil...

Spoiler: Jurith Creyn (click to show/hide)

Health: 25/30
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

[Frajic]

"Ooh, a vault! I remember being in one back in the good old days, when the world also was threatened. Ah, memories... I wonder where this one's lab is." He utters the last sentence with a strange sheen in his eyes.

Ignore Jurith's speech and catch up with the advancing group.

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

[Dwarmin]

Achadias nodded, hefting his hammer easily with one hand.

"These old places are infested with Demons..." He said, crossing himself across the heart at eight points-paying homage to the Chaos powers for protection.

"...but, good for shelter. Maybe find food. Can't be picky." He said tersely, smiling grimly-as if those were the only things that mattered anymore. To Achadias, little else did. He had long since ceased to care about the 'where' the 'how' and the 'why'-only the moment of impact, the tear of flesh, the moan of pleasure. All were equal.

And yet, he was constantly amused by the scarred warrior-Jurith Creyn. Had he not marked the boy, so long ago? Aye, Achadias remembered. The fool had turned his back on him, and that dishonor Achadias could not bear. Behold! How man years now? And the forces brings them together again...

And the man does not recognize him. Not a trick. His eyes pass over mine with no recognition. And why not? To the Jurith, it was a horrible day, no doubt-but Achadias had no face to him. Perhaps the Jurith forgot him on purpose, the one who had come so close to killing him. Achadias might be tempted to do the same. It's almost enough to make one believe in fate, he thinks, echoing his (former) peoples own sarcastic belief....

The Gods laugh, and men die.

The barbarian laughs now, but no one need know why, but him.

Action: Lead the Group onward!

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]

Sil et al heads towards door C-3. Sil swings open the door, and reveals a dark, spacious room. It has many racks and shelves that lead into the shadows. Some of them have small rods of glinting metal on them. There are labels on three of the shelves. One reads IRON, KING'S, one reads IRON, COMMON, and the final one reads COPPER.

Some silver colored bars sit on the former two shelves, while a smattering of shiny bronze-colored bars are dimly illuminated at sit on the latter shelf.

Jurith doesn't find any things to use as light.

HINT: Don't walk around together when there is no danger. >.> It takes longer.

Main hall

(Hall A)

|

(Hall B)

|

(Hall C)

3: Ingot storage?

|

[IronyOwl]

"Excellent!" Sil cried. "This must be the metals room. We can use these to build things, if, y'know, we have a good reason to. We should ask permission first though, so as not to waste it!

Speaking of which, what can you all do? I know a bit of smithing and alchemy myself, and I'm not bad in a fight..."


Explore Hall C, Room 4.

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]

Landren eyed the ingots of metal. Crafting had been lost for him for some time already, but even then he felt that acquiring some metal to add to his reserves would a reasonable action in the near future...Maybe someday he got back to hammering the metal and forgot all that he had seen and done.

For the time being, his memories were still sour and those were just ingots.

Open door C-5.

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
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
Leather pouches - with the coats of arms of several families sewn upon them
Cooking set
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 walked up to the chandeliers and offered to light them.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Aaron Telman
Health: 30/30 base
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

[Skyrunner]

Sil opens room C4, while Landren enters room C5. They can see each other.

This room has a small plaque attached to the door of C5. Landren backs out and reads, GENERAL STORAGE. Popping back in, he notes that there are 'pallets', created of wooden planks and slightly raised above the ground, in order to keep the bugs out. There are neatly folded piles of cloth, a couple of small chests, boxes made of more wooden planks, and the smell of dust.

Aaron heads towards the main room at the end of the main hall and looks up at the chandeliers. They don't seem to be candles, rather some sort of glass sphere.

Main hall

(Hall A)

|

(Hall B)

|

(Hall C)

3*

4*

5*

|

[Caellath]

Just a storage. It seems the place was safe so far. He asked himself if he was expecting hordes of enemies to fight for the dominance of the place.

Open door C-1.

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
Leather pouches - with the coats of arms of several families sewn upon them
Cooking set
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.

[Ochita]

Jan looked at the various types of metal, and shrugged. He wasn't a smith, but maybe a couple of the other people here were? Still, it would be best to check all of the doors.

Explore door C-6

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

Name: Jan Dyten
Health: 30/30 base
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 mace
Leather overcoat
Merchant's cap
Money pouch (Filled with a small amount of money.)
Various seasonings/non-perishables. Inside an iron pot