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[mesor]

Kill the dog before it can bark.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Make sure the armored soldiers are gone. If so, sneak off the battlefield.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich is going to grumble, and try again...

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 15

Atla

Look around the camp and see if anyone is lurking about. Loot everything immediately in sight if I can't see any people wandering about. Ready my spear for a good toss should the need arise.

Atla slowly walks into the camp with his golem behind him, [3] he checks the nearest hut and finds a group of ten, maybe twenty human men lying in small beds, they all appear to be wounded. [1 vs. 6] They don't seem to have noticed him yet.

Derm

Well get to it then.

[3] Derm quickly pulls himself over the battlements and finds himself atop a thirty foot wall. He looks around and spots several human soldiers to his right and left.

Groz Talvor

Inspect self. If wounded, fix. If not, explain that it's just my insurance policy and repeat my query for information regarding location, brief description of recent troubles and who I'd talk to about that. Basically,

Groz will reply, "Why I'm me of course! No harm to you, and you are you of course! Merchants or something. Where am I, incidentally? Also preferred would be a short description of the land's history and any recent troubles and who I'd talk to about that. That's what nonadventurers do, right?

Groz opens his robe [2] only to realize it was blood dripping from one of his many organs, and he's just showed his collection to the crowd in front of him. He pulls his robe around him once more and asks for information regarding location and a brief description of recent troubles. [2] The man just shakes his head horrified and runs.

Juba Freedmen

Kill the dog before it can bark.

[2] Juba swings low at the dog, only to realize it isn't just a dog. [5+3 vs. 5+?=?] The blade [3+2=5 vs. 3] cuts into the creatures leg causing it to stumble briefly. The creature lunges at Juba [2 vs. 3] but he's able to roll out of the way.

Gweg Kenson

Make sure the armored soldiers are gone. If so, sneak off the battlefield.

The armored soldiers appear to be gone, so Gweg stands and hurries toward the edge of the battlefield, [5] within a few minutes he bursts out of the fog into a meadow.

Falvich

Falvich is going to grumble, and try again...

[2] Falvich searches another 100 yards to the south and finds no villages.


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Lost in a forest
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Traits: Dagger Blitz; Spindly; Elves need LOOT!
Occupation/Role: Rogue
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 3 Daggers; Unidentified Dagger; Apple; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Maille Gloves; Maille Chausses; Ring of Healing?; Sack; Empty Pack
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health: Badly Burned
Magic: Empowering
Appearance: Falvich looks like a typical elf; - Green eyes and dark brown hair. Still, he's blessed with Elves' natural beauty and grace, easily turning heads, and...Lustful gazes.
Age: 84
Backstory: Falvich likes women, magic, alcohol, magical alcohol, and daggers. Money's always a plus, too. Magic money is a very large plus.

Spoiler: Gweg Kenson (click to show/hide)

User: GreatWyrmGold
Name: Gweg Kenson
Location: In a meadow
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword; Tower Shield; Empty Sack; A Note; Sack
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Heavy Bleeding
Magic: Wild Magic
Appearance: Big around 8-9 feet, looks like an unusually small, quick, and smart ogre.
Age: 15
Background: Gweg was a child who never knew his parents. He didn't need to, as it turns out. By the time his memories begin, he was living on his own, stealing bread and supplementing it with rats. By the time he was 7 (or so), he was almost as big as a full-grown human, and got conscripted into a noble's army for a holy war. He hated the war but the faith soaked in. He resolved to try to live a better life, and since has become one of the best mercenaries around. Sadly, everything else has suffered, all but his morals. He's tried to keep them from slipping away with the rest of his life, but slowly is growing aware of how this might soon become impossible....

Spoiler: Groz Talvor (click to show/hide)

User: Xantalos
Name: Groz Talvor
Location: Somewhere
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Traits: Arcane Awesome, Old Bookworm
Occupation: Aspiring God Deposer, Mage in spare time
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Staff; Bladder, Liver, Left Kidney, Right Kidney, Pierced Right Lung, Left Lung, Heart, Stomach, Brain, 3 Human Skins, Big Intestine, Small Intestine, Skull, 7 Bones, 2 Eyes; Knife; Leather Gloves; Leather Boots; Steel Breastplate; Hood; Silver Amulet; Unidentified Ring; Unidentified Ring; Robe
Alignment: Amoral (No alignment)
Health: Fine
Magic: Reality Warping, General Magic
Appearance: Groz is a very creepy-looking, thin dwarf. He has wispy beard things on his chin, eyes that shift color when you look at them, and a scary expression. Did I mention his face looks like a skull?
Age: 250
Backstory: Groz was studying one day in Dwarf Magic university when he realized that he was wasting his time. Why do this writing by hand when he could depose the gods and create a world where dwarfs have innate telekenisis? So far, he's only killed 3 high priests, and he figured he might as well join this army thing. Groz is rather impulsive.

Spoiler: Derm (click to show/hide)

User: dermonster (obviously)
Name: Derm
Location: On top of the stone wall
Race: Dwemer
Gender: Male
Traits: Dreams of the Dwemer. Heart of Lorkhan
Occupation/Role: Magical Mad Engineer. Or something. Hell if I know. Hell if he knows either.
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Sack 1; Sack 2; Empty Sack; Golden Onyx Ring; Magnetic Harquebus
Alignment: Chaotic Derm
Health: Fine; Strained Left Arm
Magic: Magitechnology

Spoiler: Juba Freedmen (click to show/hide)

User: mesor
Name: Juba Freedmen
Location: In the camp
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Dimachaerus Fighting Style; Kill With Honor
Occupation/Role: Noble's Personal Guard
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Shortsword; A few coins; Exquisite Longsword; Sack 1; Sack 2; Sack 3; Sack 4; Sack 5; Sack 6; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Gloves; Chipped Dagger; Dirty Sock
Alignment: Honorable
Health: Fine
Magic: Restoration
Appearance: 6' 1" and well muscled, short cropped black hair and scars all over the front of his body that attest to his life spent in battle. Has dark red eyes which show no emotion.
Age: 23
Backstory: He was the son of a soldier who had guarded a noble for over 20 years, his father raised him and trained him to be a soldier himself and shortly after turning 17 he entered and won a sword fighting tournament and was rewarded with a post on a nobles personal guard and in the 6 years since then he has fought in over a dozen battles and won every time picking up many wounds along the way. He fights in a very distinctive style refusing to use shields and instead wielding 2 long swords.

Spoiler: Atla (click to show/hide)

User: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Atla
Location: In the camp with his golem
Race: Construct
Gender: Not Applicable
Traits: Skilled with Staves and Polearms
Occupation/Role: Daemonic Warrior Monk
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Spear; Halberd; Animated Black Knight's Armor
Alignment: Corruption
Health: Fine
Magic: Animation
Spell: Golem
Appearance: Currently an animated suit of black knight's armour that contains Atla's soul. He was never human to begin with, and as such it is imbued within the plates themselves, though he can easily swap them for others that he finds more appealing without the risk of scattering his essence. His body is covered in trophies which he carries and places on his  as evidence of numerous conquests in the past.
Age: 4,389 Years Old
Backstory: A young man loyal to the Dark Gods was attempting to create the perfect warrior, completely obedient and incredibly powerful. Unfortunately, he only managed to succeed in half of his endeavour, and he was dead before Atla had even finished opening his eyes.

Spoiler: Atla's Golem (click to show/hide)

Name: N/A
Location: In the camp with Atla
Race: Golem
Gender: N/A
Traits: N/A
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: 2 Iron Clubs
Alignment: Completely Obedient to Atla
Health: Fine
Age: 9 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Xantalos]

"Oh fer - YOU PANSIES! THAT'S JUST MY INSURANCE!"
Groz uses magic to enchant his voice so that commands made by him must be obeyed by all who hear it except him.
"Now, where am I have there been any recent troubles about, and who could I talk to about that?"

((I find it exceedingly funy that everyone else is/was fighting/running for their lives and I'm conversing with merchants.))

[Dermonster]

Search for a way down the other side.

[Parsely]

Slaughter them all with my halberd. No one will notice a little extra screaming. Have my golem wait just inside the entrance to ambush anyone who walks in on me executing the wounded. Once they're dead, pile the bodies, loot them for armour or baubles, and create a flesh golem.

[mesor]

Finish it off, cut off it's head.

[Urist McBeanie]

I won't be able to post for 3 or 4 hours so don't expect a turn before then.

[Caerwyn]

VILLAGE. FIND. Continue on this epic journey!

[GreatWyrmGold]

Locate a village or something. A place with food and shelter.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 16

Groz Talvor

"Oh fer - YOU PANSIES! THAT'S JUST MY INSURANCE!"
Groz uses magic to enchant his voice so that commands made by him must be obeyed by all who hear it except him.
"Now, where am I have there been any recent troubles about, and who could I talk to about that?"

((I find it exceedingly funny that everyone else is/was fighting/running for their lives and I'm conversing with merchants.))

[2+1=3] Groz calls out, affecting only the man beside him who responds, "Ummmmmm, there really aren't any troubles, I mean, a dwarf recently came by with a robe full of human organs but..." [5] Groz hears a loud clattering of metal down the street.

Derm

Search for a way down the other side.

[5] Derm quickly spots a tower to his left with two guards beside it, to his right is another guard and tower, or he could jump and hope for the best.

Atla

Slaughter them all with my halberd. No one will notice a little extra screaming. Have my golem wait just inside the entrance to ambush anyone who walks in on me executing the wounded. Once they're dead, pile the bodies, loot them for armour or baubles, and create a flesh golem.

[6] Atla swiftly slaughters [1d20=18] 18 of the wounded as his golem waits beside the entrance, two survive and begin screaming for help. Seeing as they are all in a hospital they are clothed in well, nothing and thus have nothing on their corpses. [1] Suddenly 5 human soldiers barge into the hut before the iron golem is able to react.

Juba Freedmen

Finish it off, cut off it's head.

[4+3=7 vs. 5+?=?] The creature dodges out of the way of Juba strike and lunges for his right elbow [6 vs. 2] [6 vs. 1] the creature latches on causing a jolt of pain up Juba's right elbow, the creature yanks it's head back, tearing a chunk of flesh off of his elbow.

Falvich

VILLAGE. FIND. Continue on this epic journey!

[3] Falvich eventually comes across a cobblestone road, it looks like it may lead to a town or village of some kind.

Gweg Kenson

Locate a village or something. A place with food and shelter.

Gweg [6] searches around and suddenly finds himself in front of a town's gatehouse.


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: On a cobblestone road
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Traits: Dagger Blitz; Spindly; Elves need LOOT!
Occupation/Role: Rogue
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 3 Daggers; Unidentified Dagger; Apple; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Maille Gloves; Maille Chausses; Ring of Healing?; Sack; Empty Pack
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health: Badly Burned
Magic: Empowering
Appearance: Falvich looks like a typical elf; - Green eyes and dark brown hair. Still, he's blessed with Elves' natural beauty and grace, easily turning heads, and...Lustful gazes.
Age: 84
Backstory: Falvich likes women, magic, alcohol, magical alcohol, and daggers. Money's always a plus, too. Magic money is a very large plus.

Spoiler: Gweg Kenson (click to show/hide)

User: GreatWyrmGold
Name: Gweg Kenson
Location: In front of a gatehouse
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword; Tower Shield; Empty Sack; A Note; Sack
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Heavy Bleeding
Magic: Wild Magic
Appearance: Big around 8-9 feet, looks like an unusually small, quick, and smart ogre.
Age: 15
Background: Gweg was a child who never knew his parents. He didn't need to, as it turns out. By the time his memories begin, he was living on his own, stealing bread and supplementing it with rats. By the time he was 7 (or so), he was almost as big as a full-grown human, and got conscripted into a noble's army for a holy war. He hated the war but the faith soaked in. He resolved to try to live a better life, and since has become one of the best mercenaries around. Sadly, everything else has suffered, all but his morals. He's tried to keep them from slipping away with the rest of his life, but slowly is growing aware of how this might soon become impossible....

Spoiler: Groz Talvor (click to show/hide)

User: Xantalos
Name: Groz Talvor
Location: Somewhere
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Traits: Arcane Awesome, Old Bookworm
Occupation: Aspiring God Deposer, Mage in spare time
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Staff; Bladder, Liver, Left Kidney, Right Kidney, Pierced Right Lung, Left Lung, Heart, Stomach, Brain, 3 Human Skins, Big Intestine, Small Intestine, Skull, 7 Bones, 2 Eyes; Knife; Leather Gloves; Leather Boots; Steel Breastplate; Hood; Silver Amulet; Unidentified Ring; Unidentified Ring; Robe
Alignment: Amoral (No alignment)
Health: Fine
Magic: Reality Warping, General Magic
Appearance: Groz is a very creepy-looking, thin dwarf. He has wispy beard things on his chin, eyes that shift color when you look at them, and a scary expression. Did I mention his face looks like a skull?
Age: 250
Backstory: Groz was studying one day in Dwarf Magic university when he realized that he was wasting his time. Why do this writing by hand when he could depose the gods and create a world where dwarfs have innate telekenisis? So far, he's only killed 3 high priests, and he figured he might as well join this army thing. Groz is rather impulsive.

Spoiler: Derm (click to show/hide)

User: dermonster (obviously)
Name: Derm
Location: On top of the stone wall
Race: Dwemer
Gender: Male
Traits: Dreams of the Dwemer. Heart of Lorkhan
Occupation/Role: Magical Mad Engineer. Or something. Hell if I know. Hell if he knows either.
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Sack 1; Sack 2; Empty Sack; Golden Onyx Ring; Magnetic Harquebus
Alignment: Chaotic Derm
Health: Fine; Strained Left Arm
Magic: Magitechnology

Spoiler: Juba Freedmen (click to show/hide)

User: mesor
Name: Juba Freedmen
Location: In the camp
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Dimachaerus Fighting Style; Kill With Honor
Occupation/Role: Noble's Personal Guard
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Shortsword; A few coins; Exquisite Longsword; Sack 1; Sack 2; Sack 3; Sack 4; Sack 5; Sack 6; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Gloves; Chipped Dagger; Dirty Sock
Alignment: Honorable
Health: Heavy Bleeding
Magic: Restoration
Appearance: 6' 1" and well muscled, short cropped black hair and scars all over the front of his body that attest to his life spent in battle. Has dark red eyes which show no emotion.
Age: 23
Backstory: He was the son of a soldier who had guarded a noble for over 20 years, his father raised him and trained him to be a soldier himself and shortly after turning 17 he entered and won a sword fighting tournament and was rewarded with a post on a nobles personal guard and in the 6 years since then he has fought in over a dozen battles and won every time picking up many wounds along the way. He fights in a very distinctive style refusing to use shields and instead wielding 2 long swords.

Spoiler: Atla (click to show/hide)

User: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Atla
Location: In the camp slaughtering innocents with his golem
Race: Construct
Gender: Not Applicable
Traits: Skilled with Staves and Polearms
Occupation/Role: Daemonic Warrior Monk
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Spear; Halberd; Animated Black Knight's Armor
Alignment: Corruption
Health: Fine
Magic: Animation
Spell: Golem
Appearance: Currently an animated suit of black knight's armour that contains Atla's soul. He was never human to begin with, and as such it is imbued within the plates themselves, though he can easily swap them for others that he finds more appealing without the risk of scattering his essence. His body is covered in trophies which he carries and places on his  as evidence of numerous conquests in the past.
Age: 4,389 Years Old
Backstory: A young man loyal to the Dark Gods was attempting to create the perfect warrior, completely obedient and incredibly powerful. Unfortunately, he only managed to succeed in half of his endeavour, and he was dead before Atla had even finished opening his eyes.

Spoiler: Atla's Golem (click to show/hide)

Name: N/A
Location: Guarding Atla in the camp
Race: Golem
Gender: N/A
Traits: N/A
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: 2 Iron Clubs
Alignment: Completely Obedient to Atla
Health: Fine
Age: 10 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[mesor]

Keep attacking but use the pommel of my blades to incapacitate it without killing it.

(( Wtf how big a bonus does that thing have and how did it's teeth just go through my mail armor? ))

[GreatWyrmGold]

Long, sharp teeth and/or magic.

Ahem.
Knock on the gate and ask to be let in.

[Urist McBeanie]

((All it needs is a 2 and it is capable of dodging, and your elbow is unarmored, you only have gloves and a hauberk that protect your hands and shoulder.))

Spoiler: Mail Hauberk (click to show/hide)

Your elbow could definitely be exposed.