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[Dermonster]

"Excellent, insta-horde of snakes. Onwards!"

Don the cape, dig and see if there's a basement.

[Sinpwn]

Head to the third floor and root around for anything unusual.
"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

[Greenstarfanatic]

Uhh...Question: Am I in on the Waitlist?

[Spinal_Taper]

Call a swift breeze to wipe the snakes off.
"Argh. Snakes."

[Caellath]

Talendir simply moves away and lays on the grass with his new equipment after doing the due to the dead some soldiers did, relatively satisfied with the fruits of his effort. The grass around the spot chosen is clean and devoid of blood, and Talendir sighs before starting to rest for a bit...Calmly.

Wait. If the snakes are cleared from the fortress, check inside the armory for better equipment after a pleasant nap.

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

(XD did not expect to be mentally hit on.)

Lei was a little disturbed, as she hugged herself a little. That was definately not what she expected. Feeling a little exposed, she was glad when she noticed Talendir resting. Lei decided it was as good a time as any to apologise (unaware he was trying to take a nap). She approached him timidly. ''Talendir sir.'' She started, to catch his attention. ''I'm sorry... for how I acted earlier. I just... I've never people kill... people before. I'm sorry.'' She bowed slightly, suddenly noticing everything he was carrying.
'What is he? An ogre!??' She asked in her mind, amazed. It dawned on her that he had looted the bodies. She was repulsed by this act, but kept it to herself, aware that it was for survival.
''Uhmm... did you find out anything?'' She enquired.

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.

[Caellath]

''Uhmm... did you find out anything?'' She enquired.

Talendir opened one of his eyes and stared at Lei as she started talking, closing it once again when she stopped.
"Well, I got this from the corpses" he answers, pointing at the gear he looted from the fallen soldiers which was by his side, except for the helm, which was lying near his head.

"I was also given rough directions about where to go when we move on to find the Lich and watched one of the cloaked figures ogling you for some minutes." he completes with a smirk before tapping her on the head with one of his (thankfully clear at the moment, thanks to the moat) bandaged hands and crossing his arms at the back of his head again, an almost imperceptible smile on his face.

"Also, you are welcome and I'm not a sir. And since you haven't killed anyone, I think you'll probably think me repulsive due to me looting the bodies of the fallen."

"Combats are not beautiful nor romantic, and the gear of the soldier usually is not his. The best someone may do for them is get their equipment and find use for it, killing enemies with the spirit of their comrades alongside them...or at least that is what some soldiers believe. Well, I kill in the battlefield to make a living, and I'm used to all of this." he says, motioning towards the corpses strewn around the area.

"If you are worried about the bloodshed today, do not get too troubled by it. It was an old debt that needed to be settled, and the battle would rage on without our intervention in any case. If anything, we may have helped the just side win in this one even without doing much. Sitting out is a valid option in such an event, and if you feel useless, leave that feeling aside." he stops for a moment before staring back at her.

"And you could do with some rest, you don't look too good."

[Maxinum McDreich]

''What every girl wants to hear.'' She said, in referance to his last statement. Lei was embarassed. He read her like a book, or certainly felt like it. Was she really that transparent? Still, she felt she had to answer alot of these comments.

''Uhm... you taking the equipment for the dead... it's repulsive because...'' She thought for a second to word it right. ''Regardless of everything that happened, the fact you are looting the dead means people died. I-it's also so soon, there is still warmth in their bodies. It's horrible. But... I think I'm more repulsed about the circumstance than the fact you did it.'' She looked down. ''A-also, whether or not we sped up the battle and saved lives, I can't help but wish we could have saved everyone.'' She sat down at this point, her knees weakened. ''I... I saw a dead person's life flash before my eyes.'' She took out the Pince-Nez. ''I recovered these from earlier, and they seem to be enchanted. But... the guy had a wife... a child... and he's gone. It... it just...'' She took a breath to recover. ''It just makes all this much more difficult for me right now.''
She smiled one of her own. ''Still. I'd rather be this way. I feel sorry for you.'' She was sure she did not sound condescending. Rather, her words carried the untold message: what you lost allows you to fight well, but you still lost something. ''Human life is something wonderful. It contains innumerous choices that person can make that can affect the greater whole. All this death... is a sad day. Sadness is an emotion we all need to lead good lives. And if you can feel sad for someone else, then that means their life had meaning. That soldier who I saw of their life... it was unfinished was the greatest tragedy. But he had made a life, and will be missed. Makes you appreciate your own a little more.''
She rambled a little. She knew she had. It wasn't as easy to word as she had hoped. But still, it made her feel better. She felt drained from it all: emotionally for the obvious reasons, physically after that arrow strike and mentally after using her abilities. Lei stayed by Talendir, resting her legs and spirit.

[Flying Dice]

Derm dons his new cape, digging through the snakedrifts for a possible basement entrance.

[4]

He finds a solid oak trapdoor with a large iron ring-handle and hinges.
____

Sinterous makes his way to the third floor, wading through piles of serpents.

[3]

He can't find anything unusual. Apart from the thousands of snakes, that is.
____

Aero tries to call down a breeze to shift some of the scaly barrier to entry.

[5]

Hundreds of snakes both living and dead are blown from the roof, splattering on the ground below. The wind blows the trapdoor open, pushing most of the snakes below up against the walls.
____

Talendir decides to have a bit of a nap before searching for the tower's armory, hopefully after some of the snakes have been cleared away.

[1]

Unfortunately, his chosen napping spot turns out to be just beside Aero's chosen snake disposal site, and he is splattered with bits of gore.
____

Lei walks over to Talendir. They speak for a few minutes, despite his rather bloody appearance. She stays, trying to find some rest.

[6]

Somehow a patch of dirt splattered with bits of snake is remarkably relaxing. Perhaps she has an unconscious predisposition to enjoy gore?
____

((In other news, I finally stopped using second person. What the fuck was I thinking when I decided to do it that way?  ))

[Dermonster]

The lack of a GM made status screen keeps bothering me. :/

Flip it open, lets go!

[Spinal_Taper]

Aero glances down at Talendir and Lei trying to sleep upon the snake bit covered ground. They looked rather comfortable for trying to sleep covered with snakes.
"Oops. Sorry guys!"
Head down the trapdoor, loot while heading to the armory.

[Caellath]

Talendir raises an eyebrow at the blood splattered upon him and gets up, brushing off bits of snake off him.
"Hmmm, I'll have to take care of something. See you later."

That said, the soldier starts to walk to the castle and upon getting near enough, he drops his bag full o' loot on the ground and starts to move down to the moat, using the water (not exactly the cleanest water ever, but water nonetheless) to get rid of snake bits and blood before getting his things once again and moving into the castle.

Castle, loot armory.

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

The lack of a GM made status screen keeps bothering me. :/

((I'll set one up next turn. Been keeping track of everything in word docs. I'll need to remember to make a censored version without all my comments and notes on stuff you (plural) haven't figured out about some of the stuff you have. :|))

[Dermonster]

Thank you greatly.

[Maxinum McDreich]

(I was hoping resting may have... restored some hp. What a waste of a 6.)

''AERO!'' Lei called out as Talendir get swamped with dead snakes. She hid a smile at the situation though; a winged man burying a soldier in animal corpses. ''Jeez.'' Lei said in exasperation before Talendir got up and left. Lei decided she had to do something, but she didn't know what. Then it occured to her.

She got up, and went to the hooded figures. ''Excuse me.'' Lei said, politely. ''You people seemed to have had an interest in this battle. If it is fine to ask, why?''

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.