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[IronyOwl]

Sil tapped her finger on her chin for a moment, trying to figure out the acronyms. Then she gave up and began opening them.

Open and examine interior of all rooms. Pasture, farm, PRC, MB.D if order matters.

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]

Now lets try A9-A-15

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

[Tiruin]

Jurith waited for the others to move, but they seemed to be wholly admiring the place. He couldn't blame them, it was exquisite, but the first group seemed to have made much headway, and there were no apparent threats.

This, he knew. No true vault guardian would entrap the only entryway in and out of the vaults. They would hold it for later on, deeper within, where any robber would have his cries go unheard within the depths, where nobody would know of their fate.

Well, that was what his mother used to tell him anyway. There was the lack of portable light sources, so he guessed part of it may be true.

"I'll be checking the middleway."

Say hi to Sil upon encountering her.

Aid in examining all doors and the interior of all rooms she is visiting. Inspect their ceilings.

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

...
Ignore Tiruin's speech ...

((Say the name of the character...))

[Caellath]

Landren gets some salt to add to the amount he has in his supplies bag and searches for a small grinder or miller in the general goods room.

Afterwards, search for a portable light source, such as a lamp.

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.

[micelus]

No traps yet

Albri checks whats inside B11-15.

[Spinal_Taper]

Aaron greets Jurith, and looks around the area.

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 - 2 * (0 points)
Mental - 2 * (4 points)

~starting inventory~
1 Steel Broadsword
1 Chainmail
1 Reinforced Travelers cloak
1 Emblem of The Crane School
1 Short Bow
25 Arrows
5 Rations
1 Knife

[Tiruin]

*snap*

((Misspelled my name.))

[Spinal_Taper]

*snap*

((Misspelled my name.))

((Oops.))

[Dwarmin]

Action: Help inspect A9-A-15

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 first opens the Pasture room. It is likewise dark. A bed of dirt is beneath her feet. There are a few sacks semi-obscured in the darkness. Upon closer examination, they seem to be grass seeds.

The Farm room has more dirt, but in shapes that can only be described as fields and paddies. There seem to be tiny tubes sticking out of the dirt every here and there.

The PRC room reveals a small closet-like space with many levers, a few dials, and small labels such as SURFACE RAY SIMULATOR FARM, S.F.S PASTURE, MAIN POWER FLOW, SLAVE POWER CONTROL ROOM D.

The final MB.D room reveals a big, square room with a copper-and-glass contraption taking up much of the space. The glass part glows a pale reddish blue (ie purple). Letters are engraved into one of the supports: MAGIC BATTERY D.

Jan opens doors A9-A15. Door A9 houses a copper-and-glass contraption glowing a pale purple and labeled MAGIC BATTERY B. A10 houses MAGIC BATTERY C.
Behind A11 is a room with various tools of a mason: benches, a rack of various chisels, mallets, straight edges, what seems to be a mortar mixer, and bags of mortar.
Room A12 houses a carpenter's workshop. A13 has a winery, with various contraptions used in the production of wine such as barrels, racks, stills, grape crushers, and others. A14 is a long cellar with empty barrel rack after empty barrel rack. There seems to be three bottles of wine. Room A15 has the tools of an alchemist and or a herbalist.

Jurith examines the various rooms. It seems that the stone tiling work is continued in the two small rooms, but the pasture and farm have thin strips akin to the red ones in the high ceiling. They are glowing a dim red right now.

Landren scoops some course salt into a pouch he has and searches around in the general goods room. In the tools chest is a small handgrinder which seems to be able to grind only granulated materials is found, again crank-operated. No lamp is in sight.

Albri opens B11-15. B11 is a storage room, with bins everywhere. A sign announced that it is ORE STORAGE A. Currently it is empty.
B12 has many bunk beds.
B13 has a shower system and bathroom stuff, but is very dark.
B14&15 are both dormitories, like B12.

Achadias tags along with Jan.

Main hall

(Hall A)

1*

2*

3*

4*

5*

6*

7*

8*

|

9*

10*

11*

12*

13*

14*

15*

(Hall B)

1

2

3

4

5

6*

7*

8*

|

9*

10*

11*

12*

13*

14*

15*

(Hall C)

1*

2*

3*

4*

5*

6*

7*

8*

|

9*

10*

11*

12*

13*

14*

15*

[Ochita]

"Hrm.. Still no way to actually close the front door. I don't really know what to do.." Jan shrugs, and goes off to search more rooms.

Search B1-B-8

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

[Tiruin]

Jurith peeks in the adjoining rooms, noting down the presence of sleeping quarters on the first level. "There is a lever that controls an airlock for the main entrance," he called through the halls for any of his allies to hear. "It isn't at the entrance, that I can say."


Search B1-B-5

Greet Jan on the way.

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

[micelus]

Well what did I expect? This was meant to house a decent population after all...

Try hacking (with the handaxe) B-9 down!

(I'm assuming its wooden.)

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

[Frajic]

While the rest of his companions have gone to exploring the different doors, Olson seems to have... zoned out in the middle of the round room. He seems to have been studying the chandeliers earlier, but his gaze is too unfocused for him to still be doing it.

Attempt to snap out of it and remember why you were here.

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

[IronyOwl]

Sil scratched her head. She should probably go tell everyone else about this before messing with things.

Then again, they'd completely ignored her when she'd asked what they could do and were probably jackasses anyway. With a shrug, she reached for the main lever.


Pull Main Power Flow 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.