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[Caellath]

((@GM: I think Max meant to examine the fourth figure's mind.))

Talendir stops thinking for a moment and realizes Sinterous has been smoldering for some times and the flames may only get worse if left unchecked. He moves to the wizard's side and takes a cloth from his backpack to suffocate the fire.

Extinguish the fire on Sinterous' robes. Or help him do so.

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

Name: Talendir Exomedil
Stats:
-HP: 75/75
-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.
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.

[Maxinum McDreich]

(Caellath's correct. I meant the fourth robed figure. Sorry that wasn't clear.)

[Sinpwn]

As Sinterous lay on the ground, staring up at the sky, wondering what had just happened, it became apparent to him that he was very hot. Shortly after, it became apparent that he was on FIRE. Harnessing his vast intellect, he decided on the best course of action.
"OH GODS! FIRE, FIRE, FIRE! I AM ON FIRE! DEAR GODS, THE BURNING! THE BURNING!"

Scream and flail around on the ground, trying to put out the FIRE.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

HP: 18/25
MP: 65/66 (3 Regen)
Inventory:
-Floating, runed, metal sphere
-blank scroll
-Silver dagger
-Chunk of Daemon Heart
-Daemon Eye
-Daemon Horn
-Orange-Yellow Sealed Scroll
-Cornflower Sealed Scroll
-Rust-Red Sealed Scroll OF !!BURNING!!
-!!Robes!!
-Wizard Hat

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

Spells:
-Levitate 4MP
-Sunder 8MP
-Detect Magic 3MP
-Freezing Spray 6MP

[Spinal_Taper]

"Fire! AHHHHHH!!!"
Fly away, help out Derm.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Aero Tyrious
Class: Winddancer
Stats:
HP:30/30
MP: 20/20 (+2 regen)
Skills:
-Stormborn
Inventory: -1 Demon Bloodstained Spear
-2 Javelins
-1 Half Charm (A small blue-green gem, meant to be the centerpiece for jewelry.)
-1 Chained Metal Rods
-4 Golden Liquid Vials

[Flying Dice]

((S'all good. I misread it. Updated the turn.))

[Dermonster]

"Right, fuck that, fix it later. Aero you big feathery bastard fly me over the dividing line between the soldiers!"


HP: 29/30
MP: 21/41

[Spinal_Taper]

"Ey! Dere's a frickin fire right dere! Gimme a sec!"

[Maxinum McDreich]

Lei focussed hard. She felt that she had done a good job, but was disapointed. 'Is this all my powers do?' Lei said under her breath, learning nothing really new, nor useful. She felt terrible. After saying all she did, all she could do was find out that the suspicious tall cloaked man was interested in the tower and cared about the redcoated soldiers.
Not what the agreement was, not a solution that was non-violent, nothing. All the while, people died. She turned around slowly, dejected. What she saw was the old man on fire, flailing on the ground, and Aero blasting more wind to it.

''What the-??'' She exclaimed, and immediately came to life, shouting at Aero. ''Stop! Stop! You're making it worse! Fire feeds off- Oh forget it!'' She spread her arms, staff in her right hand. ''Shifting Sands.'' She brought her arms together, whilst focussing her powers to spread dust and dirt on Sinterous to put out the blaze.

(The one time I get a 5, and it was, apparently, for a poor action XD)

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Lei Senai
HP 35/35
XP: 30

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

[Caellath]

"She is right, we have to suffocate the fire, and not feed it with more air. Wind only makes matters worse unless it happens to be very strong." Talendir remarked as he started to help Sinterous extinguish the flames on his body.

[Flying Dice]

Talendir

Taking a cloth out of your pack, you [1 + 1] start to pat at the small flames on Sinterous' robes. As it turns out, the cloth was soaked in oil and flares up, scorching your hands and worsening the existing fire!
____

Sinterous

After Talendir's attempt to aid you backfires, you seem recall a bit of old lore regarding the testing of flame-based spells.

[2]

Sadly, you remember very little, and what you do was in fact a lie propagated by a quite mad old man. You scream, flailing your hands about. The flames continue to burn, your reagent-stained robes not being a pinnacle of fire safety.

-1 HP
____

Aero

Offering to help Derm, you carry him over to the line between the two forces as per his request.

[1]

Your hands slip and he slowly falls down into the melee.
____

Derm

At first, things go swimmingly. Until Aero lets you go, that is. You look down and find yourself descending towards a mass of men busy beating each other with their crude pointy metal sticks.

[5]

As they notice you, several back up on each side, forming a small circle of open space perhaps two meters in diameter. You land safely, but find yourself the recipient of many hostile and suspicious stares.
____

Lei

Muttering about the uselessness of certain others, you [5] pull up clods of dirt with your mind and smear the thick loam all over Sinterous. His robes are now badly charred and covered in dirt stains. At least the fires are out.
____

[2] The redcoated soldiers stare at Sinterous, openly muttering about "damned unnatural" and hefting their weapons.

[1] The Greenhaven soldiers, on the other hand, say very little beyond "Die!".

[3] v. [3] One of them swings at Derm with his broadsword, missing narrowly as the sorceror stumbles back. [2] v. [1] Another stabs at him with a spear, but misses as he falls backwards, landing roughly. None of the other Greenhaven troops can reach Derm for the moment. He is now lying near the base of the ramp between the two forces. At least the redcoats are looking a bit less hostile after seeing him attacked by their own enemies.

While they were distracted by Derm, a redcoated soldier took the opportunity to stab a dagger through a gap in the armor of one of the Greenhaven defenders. Another of the attackers took an arrow to the throat from a Greenhaven longbowman a moment later. The redcoated crossbowmen are still cranking back their bowstrings.

[Spinal_Taper]

"Oh, whoops."
Glide down next to Derm, ready to accept worship or take flight at any moment. Summon a thunderstorm, but only fire lightning if a soldier threatens one of the party..

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Aero Tyrious
Class: Winddancer
Stats:
HP:30/30
MP: 20/20 (+2 regen)
Skills:
-Stormborn
Inventory: -1 Demon Bloodstained Spear
-2 Javelins
-1 Half Charm (A small blue-green gem, meant to be the centerpiece for jewelry.)
-1 Chained Metal Rods
-4 Golden Liquid Vials

[Dermonster]

If I'm right in the middle of the two sides (Think of where the circle on a pokeball is between red and white) then I got this.

DO I get a bonus to intimidate if I make a speech? I'm makin' the speech anyway but I just want to know.

[Flying Dice]

DO I get a bonus to intimidate if I make a speech? I'm makin' the speech anyway but I just want to know.

((You might get a bonus if the speech is really [X]. No promises on the bonus being the sort of bonus you want; the dice rule, after all.))

[Caellath]

((...And I thought only [1]s were epic failures. Sigh, I'm not helping anyone else for your own safety. ))

"I am very sorry." Talendir sighs as he says so. Is as if he had been forced to be a cosmic plaything for some kind of twisted God who keeps trying to hinder his efforts and turn them into new problems even if such things would be almost impossible to happen. He just wants to find that Lich and fight it, living or dying, it doesn't matter.

He remembers his hands were already bandaged anyway and didn't suffer much damage and due to it just puts new bandages on before sitting on the ground and watching the combat.
"I'll just wait it out until we have enough information. Better be still than to bash into business only to regret it later."

Just wait.

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

Name: Talendir Exomedil
Stats:
-HP: 75/75
-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.
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.

[Flying Dice]

((...And I thought only [1]s were epic failures. Sigh, I'm not helping anyone else for your own safety. ))

((Heh, if it had been a [1], you would have caught yourself on fire.))