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[Caellath]

((@micelus: You could try to steal the door from a place which does not need it, like an ore storage.))

((@GM: How does the hunger and thirst system work?))

Landren runs his eyes through his now literal "sword-arm". Most knights and swordsmen he knew would most certainly try to kill him under charges of heresy. It was reasurring to know the people here, even if still users of regular magic, still did not mind his antics and powers. The rogue knight decides on maintaining the arm as it is for safety reasons while studying more on his abilities.

Landren keeps working on creating a fixed spell while standing guard. If either hunger or thirst happen to be a bother, he drinks a little from his filled waterskin and eats some of the dried fruits.  By opening his helmet only slightly and allowing them through the slit.

Spoiler: Landren Caelumcursor (click to show/hide)

Name: Landren Caelumcursor
Health: 30/30
Power: 20/20
Thirst: 0.3
Hunger: 0.3
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
-Piece of parchment with a few helpful facts for creating a fixed spell
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.

[Skyrunner]

Thirst:
1 = Thirsty, -2
2 = Dehydrated, -4
3 = Parched, -8
4 = One Man No Water Dead He Very Sorry

Hunger:
1 thru 7. Each stage is a -1 penalty. 8 means you are in a coma.

Eating a meal restores .3, and drinking restores .3.
For all purposes and intents, .9 = 1;

[micelus]

((@Caellath, that's why I'm trying to preserve C-9's door. If there isn't any wood in there, I plan to use its door.))

[Caellath]

((@Caellath, that's why I'm trying to preserve C-9's door. If there isn't any wood in there, I plan to use its door.))

((What if it is another fridge?))

[Skyrunner]

((Carefully reattach door? ))

[micelus]

((Reattachment, quite unlikely, followed by self-zombification. ))

[IronyOwl]

Sil scratched her head. Either this was a puzzle or- oh. They probably just had to be all thrown at once. Teamwork, or something.

"NEED TWO RUBES TO HELP ME PULL LEVERS!" she shouted, hoping to attract two people smart enough to pull a lever. She had no doubt actually organizing two of these people would be like herding cats, but it probably had to be done, she assumed. She also began walking around, looking for anyone who looked like they were idle.

Unfortunately, this also meant she noticed the man looking at one of the locked doors with a hatchet, as well as the refrigerator with its door hacked off.


This made her angry.

"HEY BUDDY," she growled loudly, grabbing him by the shoulder. "WHATCHA DOING?"

Accost hatchetman.

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

Name: Sil
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Hunger: 0.3
Thirst: 0.3
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.

[Spinal_Taper]

Aaron tries to calm down the wounded dog.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Aaron Telman
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Thirst: .3
Hunger: .3
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

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[micelus]

Now just need to-

This made her angry.

"HEY BUDDY," she growled loudly, grabbing him by the shoulder. "WHATCHA DOING?"

Accost hatchetman.

Shitshitshit

Albri turned his head and said, "J-just h-hacking this door away...We d-don't have a key or anything...r-right?"

[IronyOwl]

Sil's eyes slowly widened in rage.

"And where did you look?!" she hissed.

[micelus]

Look?! So dead...

"N-nowhere...w-where would I look if all the-se doors are locked?"

[Dwarmin]

((@GM: Thanks for reorienting me

Since I have no idea what I'm doing and no idea whats happening to or where I am, I guess I'm out of the game. Go waiting list! ))

[Skyrunner]

@Dwarmin : Well, what's happening right now is that a bunch of strange dogs were chased out of the hall, one is fainted on the tiles, and a bunch of doors are opened. There isn't any food yet. As for directions, there is the map at the bottom of about half of the posts. The doors are still wide open, and in fact Sil needs one or two more people to lever the doors closed.

You know.. you could have just asked. 

[IronyOwl]

Look?! So dead...

"N-nowhere...w-where would I look if all the-se doors are locked?"

Sil grabbed the man by the collar with both hands and pressed him against the wall.

"Don't. Chop things. Without. Permission. You haven't looked, you haven't checked if we can make a key, you haven't ASKED IF SOMEONE CAN PICK THE LOCKS...!

...

You're coming with me to pull levers. If pulling all three levers opens these doors, I will EAT YOUR SKIN.

And I STILL NEED ONE MORE!"


Drag hatchetman to levers. If no others come, find and drag additional rube to levers.

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

Name: Sil
Health: 30/30 base
Power: 20/20
Hunger: 0.3
Thirst: 0.3
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]

((Someone should turn that fridge off to save energy. When we get a new door for it we can turn it on again.))