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[Sinpwn]

Head to the tower and cast detect magic. Proceed to search inside for anything that shows up.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

HP: 17/25
MP: 45/66 (3 Regen)
Inventory:
-Floating, runed, metal sphere
-Silver dagger
-Chunk of Daemon Heart
-Daemon Eye
-Daemon Horn
-Orange-Yellow Sealed Scroll
-Scroll of "Drifting Mist Clouds the Eyes of Mind and Body" (Cornflower-blue; Illusion)
-Rust-Red Sealed Blood Magic Scroll
-Robes
-Wizard Hat

Traits:
-Fungal Symbiote
-Well-Read
-Magical Training
-Weakling

Spells:
-Levitate 4MP
-Sunder 8MP
-Detect Magic 3MP
-Freezing Spray 6MP
-Ember Cloak 15MP
-Mist-Veiled Senses 18MP

((Just noticed I called myself Sinclair last turn, seems I'm good at getting my RTDs mixed up.))

[Flying Dice]

((I didn't notice either.  ))

[Skyrunner]

Mina looks at Lei.

"I'll try my best, but no promises. The gods are fickle."

Attempt lay-on hands.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Mina Ley
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Description:
Background:
Class: (see below; select one, please also list the passive abilities for the class)
Stats:
  HP: 60/60
  MP: 15/15 (Regens 1 MP/turn)

35 XP

Symbiotic Floral Infestation: Mild photosynthetic abilities augment natural human regeneration (+1 HP and +1 MP restored each turn in direct sunlight or equivalent); minor physiological changes.

Passive:
  Oath of Law
  Smug Satisfaction
  Obnoxious Fascist Pigman : Repulsive to just good, not lawful people. -1 to speaking of morality.
Skills:
  Eloquent
  Longwinded

Inventory:
  Longsword
  +5 XP
  Blessed Oathsword : +2 DMG against undead and demonic creatures;     reciting oath gives +1 to your next combat action [once every 3 turns])
  Leather armor
  You and Law pamphlets, x10

[Flying Dice]

Talendir

You continue looting from the Greenhaven dead.

[6]

After several minutes, you gather a nice little haul. One of the redcoated crossbowmen has noticed you repeatedly glancing at a fallen comrade's weapon, and tosses the crossbow to you with a sigh.

Gain:
-Light Crossbow
-Leather Quiver (30 iron bolts)
-2x Iron Shortsword
-Steel Half-Helm (3 DMG soak)
-Steel Dagger
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Derm

You ask the officer if he and his men could help clear out the living and dead snakes.

[5]

Surprisingly, they agree. Apparently they are quite appreciative of not having to fight to clear out the tower. You wade into the mess yourself, searching for shiny loot.

[6]

Plowing through snakes like something which moves large amounts of things with ease, you soon reach what appears to be some sort of laboratory. A few bits of apparatus are still intact, as are several vials and flasks filled with various liquids. A case on the wall holds some sort of incredibly stylish cape. A plain burlap bag rests on a partially clear table; a large number of snakes emerge from the mouth, but the bag doesn't look full. The snakes themselves are relatively worthless, though you could likely make a good bit of money selling the meat to street vendors.
____

Aero

You fly to the top of the tower.

[2]

You find several longbows, but a quick test indicates that you aren't nearly strong enough to draw one. Do you take one anyhow?
____

Lei

You beg Mina to heal you.

[6]

Mina sets her hands on your chest, one ready to draw out the arrow. The mist draws close around you both as Mina submits a quick prayer, her hands glowing with holy light as she quickly removes the shaft and head of the arrow, the wound closing up behind it. An angry red mark is all that remains, though your white dress now has a large bloodstain in it.

+10 HP (Lei)
+3 XP (Mina)
____

Sinterous

You head to the tower through your mist, intent on searching it for who-knows-what.

[3]

You barely manage to find the front door.
____

8 turns remaining on Mist-Veiled Senses (Archer corpses)

Spoiler: Map 1.0 (click to show/hide)

((That's right, there's a new danger from overshooting things!  ))

[Spinal_Taper]

Take the bow, keep the arrows as well. Head over to the tower, and raid it.

[Dermonster]

"Shineys!"

Examine cape for magical effects. Grab it. Test bag for holdingness, but take anyway. Peer through the vials for anything particularly interesting, and examine apparatuses for noteworthyness.

Or as laymen would put it, Examine all the things!

[Caellath]

Talendir equips the helm and calmly sails around the dead with a smile.
"We were supposed to deliver that letter." Talendir noted to Aero. "Has anyone else mentioned which way the Lich is? We still need to find and defeat it."

Search for maces, maybe another chainmail and a longbow, test for strength needed to use it.

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

Name: Talendir Exomedil
Stats:
-HP: 64/75
-MP: 0/0
-EXP: 41
Inventory:
-Broadsword
-Slightly Dented 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.
-Light Crossbow
-Leather Quiver (30 iron bolts)
-2x Iron Shortsword
-Steel Half-Helm (3 DMG soak)
-Steel Dagger
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.

[Greenstarfanatic]

Huh, this looks like something cool that I somehow missed.

Ho careless of me.

Waitlist please, as:

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Alacort Shayan
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Description: Alacort is a lanky young man, with Dark hair. That's all we could see of him.
Background: He was born into a poor family, where neither of his parents had jobs. Every day that he would come home from school, he would come home a few Marks richer. Sure he would get caught every once and a while, but he didn't care. He just kept training. He liked this. He NEEDED it. And he was getting good at it, too. Pretty soon, he was coming home with Vases and Gold Crowns alike. But he went a bit too far and tried to steal from the king. A little risky, and he almost got away with it. He just happened to knock over a...something. He wasn't sure. Whatever it was, it woke up everyone. He spent his time in his cell faking his disappearance and stirring the guards up into a frenzy. Ah, the good old times...
Class: Rogue
Passive Abilities:
-Nightwalker: +1 to all rolls relating to hiding or visibility
-Backstabbing Bastard: +1 to all combat rolls against enemies already engaged with another party member.
-Faced Down: -1 to all combat rolls against enemies not engaged with other party members.
Stats:
HP: 35/35
No MP
Skills: -Nimble Hands: You are quite deft, and gain +1 to all pickpocketing, lockpicking, and throwing rolls.
-Off-Hand: You can successfully use two weapons in close combat, and gain a second attack roll while dual wielding melee weapons.
Inventory:
-1 Steel Dirk
-Coinpurse:
+5 gold crowns
+10 silver marks.
- Locket with Parents' Pictures

[Maxinum McDreich]

Lei held tight as Mina laid on hands. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!) As Mina finished, Lei gave a large sight, before closing in, hugging Mina. ''Thankyou.'' She held it a little longer. Lei had no idea how to deal with death of humans, especially after seeing someone's life flash before her eyes.

She let go, holding the Pince Nez in her hands. She was useless this time. Her information gathering was too slow and her persuasions not strong enough. Lei resolved in her heart to find a use for these glasses and work hard so that her powers would be more reliable. Holding her pendant in her free hand, she gave a silent oath as such.
She was a noble, a leader of people. This is what she had to do.

Lei overheard Talendir talking about the lich, as the others did their thing. She felt terrible to Mina and Talendir for how she acted earlier, though she was also aware that they did nothing. She didn't know why, but they were her comrades. She felt terrible that she didn't trust them. ''Hey, Mina... I'm sorry for how I acted... earlier...'' She said quietly. She would apologise to Talendir once they were on the road again. Not to Aero though. He killed people.

She sent out a quick scan of the soldiers and the 4 cloaked figures for their general mood, just incase there was any back-stabbing motives left.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Lei Senai
HP 32/35
XP: 30

Items: Quarterstaff, Heirloom pendant. Enchanted Pince-nez.
Minor Empath. Minor Telepath. Mental Sensitivity. Telekinesis. Mind Mapper.

[Flying Dice]

((I really need to work on self control. Lay on Hands jokes are incredibly cliched, but I can't help myself. D:))

[Maxinum McDreich]

(I just had two girls hugging after they laid on hands. Who here really needs self control? )

[Sinpwn]

Head inside and cast detect magic.
"Stand aside, slithering reptiles! It is time for this foolish tower to surrender its secrets!"

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

HP: 17/25
MP: 45/66 (3 Regen)
Inventory:
-Floating, runed, metal sphere
-Silver dagger
-Chunk of Daemon Heart
-Daemon Eye
-Daemon Horn
-Orange-Yellow Sealed Scroll
-Scroll of "Drifting Mist Clouds the Eyes of Mind and Body" (Cornflower-blue; Illusion)
-Rust-Red Sealed Blood Magic Scroll
-Robes
-Wizard Hat

Traits:
-Fungal Symbiote
-Well-Read
-Magical Training
-Weakling

Spells:
-Levitate 4MP
-Sunder 8MP
-Detect Magic 3MP
-Freezing Spray 6MP
-Ember Cloak 15MP
-Mist-Veiled Senses 18MP

[Skyrunner]

Mina nods and murmurs something vaguely welcome-ish, and heads to Talendir.

"Let the dead rest," she says, "and I am not saying this just because I failed to find anything while you did."

[Caellath]

"Let the dead rest," she says, "and I am not saying this just because I failed to find anything while you did."

"Yes, you are, noble paladin."
Talendir gives her a dismissing hand gesture.

[Flying Dice]

Aero

You decide to keep the longbow and scoop up a quiver in passing. Perhaps you can sell them when you reach a town? You try to enter the tower [2], but the trapdoor is blocked by a pile of snake corpses.

Gain:
Longbow
Leather Quiver (13 arrows)
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Derm

You take the cape, [1] but have absolutely no idea what might be special about it. You also snatch up the burlap bag. [5] Looking inside, it appears to already hold several thousand snakes, with plenty of room remaining. [4] Several of the vials and flasks sparkle with potency. Of particular note are three tiny flasks filled with a deep, royal purple liquid, as well as a larger one filled with a very faintly tinted blue liquid. [2] None of the instruments or tools look particularly remarkable.

Gain:
Cape ()
Bag of Holding (Several thousand angry snakes)
3x Tiny Flasks of Purple Liquid
Large Flask of Faint Blue Liquid
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Talendir

You search for still more weapons and armor.

[6]

Somehow, you find exactly what you wanted. You set down the rest of the loot for a moment to test your strength with the longbow. As you draw it to full extension, the bowstring snaps. Apparently the archer didn't take care of his equipment properly. Still, you can use it, though you won't be a particularly remarkable archer. The chainmail, while decent, is worse than yours. It is a tad difficult to walk around carrying or wearing two mail shirts, one helm, a shield, two bows, a full quiver, three swords, a mace, and a dagger, but you manage somehow.

Gain:
Iron Mace
Chainmail (6 DMG soak, +4 DMG from electrical attacks)
Longbow (broken string)

[4]

One of the cloaked figures overhears you mentioning the lich and approaches you, "Yer goin' after that lich, lad? I haven't heard much o' him, but rumor 'as it that 'e 'as a castle in tha Valley o' Life. Ironic, ain't it?" He vaguely gestures toward an area of your map. "Ye might be able ta' find oot more in one o' tha cities on the mainland. Try Gaelwind or Terath to start, eh?"
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Lei

You touch the thoughts of the redcoated soldiers.

[5]

They seem to be fairly friendly.

You then cast your mind towards the cloaked figures.

[6]

Apparently one of them has been checking you out for the past five minutes or so.
____

Sinterous

With a swagger in your step, you practically dance into the tower. You rub your focus, muttering a few words.

[5]

There are five major sources of magic in the tower. You recognize one as Derm. The second is in the same location as him. The third appears to be the tower itself; it is imbued with some sort of passive strengthening charm. The fourth is below ground level, some sort of seal or barrier. The fifth is on the third floor of the tower, and is fairly small.

-3 MP
____

Mina

You vaguely accept Lei's thanks before exchanging words with Talendir.
____

7 turns remaining on Mist-Veiled Senses (Archer corpses)

Spoiler: Map 1.1 (click to show/hide)