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[Dermonster]

"Now you're starting to ANNOY ME!"

Drop a tree on it.

HP: 18/30
MP: 28/40 (Regens 5 MP/turn)

(Am I barred from using spells similar to the starting skills I didn't pick?)

[Caellath]

Defend teammates in danger if needed. If not, search for the source of the sorcery and destroy it.

Spoiler: Talendir Exomedil - Soldier (click to show/hide)

Name: Talendir Exomedil
Stats:
-HP: 75/75
-MP: 0/0
Inventory: (see below/linked to class; you may include a small, nonmagical trinket or memento; your basic clothing is assumed to be on you)
-Broadsword
-Heater Shield
-Chainmail (soaks 12 damage from mundane attacks, adds +4 damage to electrical effects on you)
-Broken greatlance handle: A beautifully designed and crafted part of a spear/polearm handle, measuring around 5 inches and partly broken. Judging by its sheer resilience, the business end of the weapon it once belonged to was very heavy.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Description: Slightly tanned skin, honey-colored eyes and pitch-black hair in a ponytail, tied with a small tattered dark red ribbon which can get him some weird looks from anyone who notices it. Tall and strong, with well-defined although not exaggerated muscles. On top of his chainmail he usually wears a long-sleeved black jacket with an equally black vest and brown long-sleeved shirt underneath, plus an extra shirt under the chainmail. His pants are black and so are his resilient boots. Under his clothing, the skin over large areas of his body is riddled with scars, varying in size and shape. His hands are covered in bandages.
Class: Soldier
-Hardened: You take -3 damage from all physical attacks.
-Great Strength: You can use heavy weapons without penalty or increased danger from failures.
-Few Words: You aren’t much for talking with strangers, and are less likely to convince people you don’t know. (-1 to speech/persuasion rolls for strangers)
-Brother/Sisterhood: You bond closely with those around you, and are willing to risk yourself to defend them. (+1 to rolls in which you are acting to protect another party member)
Skills:
-Weaponmaster: You have an incredible depth of knowledge on weaponry, and gain +3 damage to all successful attacks with melee weapons.
-Squire History: You were once a squire for a knight, and can make small repairs to damaged weapons and armor. (+1 to repair rolls for medieval weapons/armor)
Background: Talendir was born to a simple family which desired a better future for its children. Turning into a knight meant having a shot at brighter days by renting your sword and skill to a lord, and because of that their small boy was sent to be a squire at a castle. He learned how to perform repairs in weaponry and armor as well as how to ride a horse, the last one as a hidden activity. The lord of the castle did not care for lowborn assistants nor was willing to allow the knight assigned to Talendir to teach the boy anything but the skills needed to keep the older man's armor clean and his weapons sharp.

Even in an environment were all opportunities seemed to be denied to him, he still strived to fulfill his and his parents' dream, working during the day and practicing whilst all the souls inside the property slept, focusing on melee after getting his ranged warfare capabilities up to a reasonable standard. His abilities grew exponentially as the result of dedication and training, and his self-inflicted crucible to become a knight finally ended at the young age of 16, when his skills with close-combat weaponry had become so unnervingly obvious he managed to soundly defeat a knight and was granted full knighthood by the lord of the castle by sheer interest in using him as a tool for war.

Talendir became known for his ease in wielding extremely weighty weaponry as it was no more complicated than swinging a dagger around, and capitalized on that fame with his heavy set of armor and weapons, usually carrying an enchanted Horseslayer greatlance and a very large steel round shield, both of which had part of his smithing efforts. His happiness would not last long, and he was expelled from knighthood at the age of 17 for reasons unknown during his first campaign. The events of that time caused him to take on a sour and occasionally jaded attitude as well as becoming hostile towards paladins.

He started to work as a mercenary soldier to survive, gaining experience through a couple of years before being attracted by the call for adventurers.

[borno]

"W-wha?"
Hedric shook his head. He knew that the voices weren't actually real. He needed to get his priorities straight.

He analyses the being for any valuables!

Stats: HP: 35/35
MP: 0/0
Skills:Nimble Hands, Leaps and Bounds.

[Skyrunner]

Charge and attack wisp.

[Spinal_Taper]

THUNDA!

Aero flies into the air and pulls lightning from the heavens onto the wisp.

[Flying Dice]

Sinterous

You mutter, rubbing your focus as you attempt to rip spikes of ice off with Levitation and hurl them at your foe. [3] v. [4] A few chunks of ice tumble lazily through the air, and the wisp moves slightly to avoid them.

-4 MP
____

You snarl at the orb as you engulf the base of a tree with your power, attempting to rip it free and bludgeon your foe. [5] v. [3] The tree crashes into the middle of the road, passing straight through the center of the glow. Swirls of light coalesce, reforming the orb, but it appears to be somewhat dimmer than before. Some of the patches of ice begin to melt.

-12 MP

+5 XP

((I'll allow it, but they will be markedly less effective without the skill.))
____

Talendir

You try to determine what the source of the magic is [4] and quickly conclude that the glowing magical ball of light is probably it. You look around to see if any of your teammates need help...
____

Hedric

Your natural instincts surface as you shake off the voices in your head, examining the wisp from afar to determine if it has anything of value. [1] You stare at the orb, thinking about how shiny it is, and fail to notice the tree slamming into it. A few acorns hit you on the head.
____

Mina

Charging at the wisp, you raise your sword and slash at it. [1] v. [3] Unfortunately, your sword passes straight through without any apparent effect, and you run straight into a tree which has just been violently transplanted into the middle of the road. A small spike of ice passes through the place where you were several seconds ago, missing you entirely. Your sword is stuck in the tree, and you try to shake the dizziness out of your head.

-3 HP
____

Aero

As you fly into the air shouting out "THUNDA!", you momentarily think of a red-haired catman holding a sword. Shrugging, you try to summon a bolt of lightning down onto the orb of light [6] v. [3] and succeed spectacularly! A massive, jagged streak of lightning cuts through the foliage and strikes the orb directly, releasing a brilliant flash of light. As it fades, a blue-white feather slowly drifts to the ground from where the wisp had been a moment ago.

A moment later, you smell smoke.

+5 XP
____

You all notice flames rising from the branches overhead, centered around the hole the lightning drilled through the canopy. The tree in the center of the road had also caught fire. A pale blue-white feather sits beneath the uprooted tree, casting a faint light on the road.

Talendir notices a chance to help, and moves to help Mina pry her sword out of the burning tree. It is deeply embedded [2 + 1] + [5] but the two of you working together manage to pull it free easily.

The forest is not as dry as it would have been in the autumn, but there is still enough dead wood and tinder for it to spread at a walking pace.

[Dermonster]

"This is a nice feather here..."

Grab feather and stroll on out.


HP: 18/30
MP: 11/40 (Regens 5 MP/turn)

[Spinal_Taper]

Fly Sinterrous out of the foest

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Aero Tyrious
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Description:Aero, like most Winddancers lived on the road. Despite being a traders son, he was always eager to do something more. Eventually, he found his calling, heroism.
Background:
Class: Winddancer
Stats:
Skills:
-Stormborn: You can control weather, using it to both in combat and to aid travel. MP use varies based on application.
Inventory: -1 Spear
-2 Javelins
-1 Half Charm (A small blue-green gem, meant to be the centerpiece for jewelry.

[Dermonster]

"It doesn't matter if you have wings or not, it's a magical feather, what are you going to even use it for? I'll tell you what, well talk about this when we're not in the middle of a burning forest and when I don't have a rapidly melting shard of ice in my gods damned leg."

[Caellath]

Keep walking.

Spoiler: Talendir Exomedil - Soldier (click to show/hide)

Name: Talendir Exomedil
Stats:
-HP: 75/75
-MP: 0/0
Inventory: (see below/linked to class; you may include a small, nonmagical trinket or memento; your basic clothing is assumed to be on you)
-Broadsword
-Heater Shield
-Chainmail (soaks 12 damage from mundane attacks, adds +4 damage to electrical effects on you)
-Broken greatlance handle: A beautifully designed and crafted part of a spear/polearm handle, measuring around 5 inches and partly broken. Judging by its sheer resilience, the business end of the weapon it once belonged to was very heavy.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Description: Slightly tanned skin, honey-colored eyes and pitch-black hair in a ponytail, tied with a small tattered dark red ribbon which can get him some weird looks from anyone who notices it. Tall and strong, with well-defined although not exaggerated muscles. On top of his chainmail he usually wears a long-sleeved black jacket with an equally black vest and brown long-sleeved shirt underneath, plus an extra shirt under the chainmail. His pants are black and so are his resilient boots. Under his clothing, the skin over large areas of his body is riddled with scars, varying in size and shape. His hands are covered in bandages.
Class: Soldier
-Hardened: You take -3 damage from all physical attacks.
-Great Strength: You can use heavy weapons without penalty or increased danger from failures.
-Few Words: You aren’t much for talking with strangers, and are less likely to convince people you don’t know. (-1 to speech/persuasion rolls for strangers)
-Brother/Sisterhood: You bond closely with those around you, and are willing to risk yourself to defend them. (+1 to rolls in which you are acting to protect another party member)
Skills:
-Weaponmaster: You have an incredible depth of knowledge on weaponry, and gain +3 damage to all successful attacks with melee weapons.
-Squire History: You were once a squire for a knight, and can make small repairs to damaged weapons and armor. (+1 to repair rolls for medieval weapons/armor)
Background: Talendir was born to a simple family which desired a better future for its children. Turning into a knight meant having a shot at brighter days by renting your sword and skill to a lord, and because of that their small boy was sent to be a squire at a castle. He learned how to perform repairs in weaponry and armor as well as how to ride a horse, the last one as a hidden activity. The lord of the castle did not care for lowborn assistants nor was willing to allow the knight assigned to Talendir to teach the boy anything but the skills needed to keep the older man's armor clean and his weapons sharp.

Even in an environment were all opportunities seemed to be denied to him, he still strived to fulfill his and his parents' dream, working during the day and practicing whilst all the souls inside the property slept, focusing on melee after getting his ranged warfare capabilities up to a reasonable standard. His abilities grew exponentially as the result of dedication and training, and his self-inflicted crucible to become a knight finally ended at the young age of 16, when his skills with close-combat weaponry had become so unnervingly obvious he managed to soundly defeat a knight and was granted full knighthood by the lord of the castle by sheer interest in using him as a tool for war.

Talendir became known for his ease in wielding extremely weighty weaponry as it was no more complicated than swinging a dagger around, and capitalized on that fame with his heavy set of armor and weapons, usually carrying an enchanted Horseslayer greatlance and a very large steel round shield, both of which had part of his smithing efforts. His happiness would not last long, and he was expelled from knighthood at the age of 17 for reasons unknown during his first campaign. The events of that time caused him to take on a sour and occasionally jaded attitude as well as becoming hostile towards paladins.

He started to work as a mercenary soldier to survive, gaining experience through a couple of years before being attracted by the call for adventurers.

[Spinal_Taper]

"Oh. Your leg dosen't look good. Want me to fly you out?"

[Dermonster]

"... Yes."

[borno]

"Erm, could I please borrow the feather for a bit? I'm a master... Appraiser?"
Convince derm to give me the feather.

Stats: HP: 35/35
MP: 0/0
Skills:Nimble Hands, Leaps and Bounds.

[Dermonster]

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of me flying."

[Spinal_Taper]

"You flying? I think you meant being carried."