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[micelus]

"Y-yes mam."

[Tiruin]

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.

Hunger: .3
Thirst: .3

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.

Physical 8
Mental 3
Charisma 2
Dexterity 6
Agility 6

Combat *
Social *
Crafting *

Arcane *

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

"I'm...busy!" Jurith shouted over at Sil.

He stepped forward and thoroughly examined the fainted dog, using any of his implements to take full matters into his hands, and to check for anything useful on it. Like if it's magical or not. Nevertheless: He also attempts to restore it to it's original form, and perhaps tries to heal himself and others around him.

He also takes a swig from his waterskin and a bit of his salted rations as he does so.

[Ochita]

"I'm okay for it though!" Jan calls out at Sil. Sheathing his weapon, Jan walks over to Sil, And does what Sil needs him to do.

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

Name: Jan Dyten
Health: 24/30
Power: 20/20
Hunger: 0.3
Thirst: 0.3
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

[Skyrunner]

Landren [2+1+1+4] fails to make any progress in creating the spell.

He eats some rations and a little sip. He now has 0/0 thirst/hunger.

Sil, enlisting Albi and Jan, throws all three levers. They finally stick in the lowered position, and with a heavy grinding sound the doors slide close.

The resounding boom echoes throughout the hall.

Aaron tries to calm down the wounded dog, [17] and probably it works. He isn't too sure, because the dog is rather unconscious at the moment.

Jurith examines the dog. It has strange scars and wounds all over it, along with a jagged hexagonal mark on its ribs. He uses magic ...

[3-2,8-2,15-2] ... and nothing happens, other than the fact that it seemed to grow even more ragged and deformed.

Jurith uses 1 power, which is swiftly restored from the environment.

((Tiruin, Jurith has no skill numbers listed in his sheet o_o))

Ambient magic: 46/50(s)

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[Spinal_Taper]

Aaron tries to heal the wounded dog. It would be cool to have an animal side kick.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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

[micelus]

"An-nything else mam?

[IronyOwl]

"No, you've done well," Sil said, making a shooing motion with her hand. The fact that the doors hadn't sprung open, that the levers had properly sealed the vault, and that he was obviously terrified of her convinced her that he didn't need his face eaten or anything. Not that she had been serious about that part.

As for her... well, they still needed to get those farms up or they'd all starve. Or, some of them would starve after eating the others, depending on the timeframe. At worst, they might have to go gather seeds and livestock from outside.


Search circular room for other interesting features. When that's done, check if C11 is still locked.

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]

Landren was not deaf to all the bickering around the halls, and the fact keys are needed was also overheard by him; it seems a person started to hack away at doors without giving much thought to it. The knight ponders the matters for a moment and seems to decide on taking action; he sighs and stands up before starting to walk towards the nearest locked door.

Landren concentrates his Magitech Conversion power into transforming the thumb of the hand he had been using to hold the shield into a "master-key" (used by thieves). 

Spoiler: Landren Caelumcursor (click to show/hide)

Name: Landren Caelumcursor
Health: 30/30
Power: 20/20
Thirst: 0
Hunger: 0
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]

Aaron notices that the dog isn't wounded much, just bruises. Whether or not it would be tame when it wakes up is another question.

Sil searches the circular room. 12 There aren't many interesting things in it, except maybe for three sets of keys on a rack, and the various tables and chairs seeming to indicate this was a sort of lounge. There even is a brazier of sorts in the middle.

Landren concentrates ...
15,9,9 His shield-hand's thumb morphs into a key. Whether or not it is actually a masterkey, and whether or not it is a masterkey of the same maker of the doors here is an unknown.

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[Spinal_Taper]

Aaron looks for somewhere he can put the dog, somewhere where it can't get out and start killing us.

[Caellath]

((@Spinal_Taper: Kill the dog. Thou must.))

Landren stares at the key he just produced. It probably won't help much.

Landren tries the key at all the locked doors. If it fails, he proceeds to search for a new door or wood at the storage. 

Spoiler: Landren Caelumcursor (click to show/hide)

Name: Landren Caelumcursor
Health: 30/30
Power: 20/20
Thirst: 0
Hunger: 0
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.

[IronyOwl]

Sil stared blankly at the keys. Had they been there before? She certainly hadn't noticed them before.

Grab keys. Attempt to unlock B7, trying each key in sequence until I've gone through them all or found the right key.

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.

[micelus]

Carefully cut away rem door from B-15 and reattach it to B-8.

Head back to C-4 and acquire a hammer and a screwdriver. use tools to detach the door from C-3. If successful, reattach to B-8.

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
Screwdriver
Hammer

[Caellath]

Carefully cut away door from B-15 and reattach it to B-8.

((Hey Irony, the guy keeps trying to destroy doors. Please get Sil to bark at him once more.

@micelus: We just got some keys, we might find a new door or wood, no need to provoke more destruction ))

[IronyOwl]

((He's being well-meaning about it now, though.

The wood or whatever is a good idea, though.))