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[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 20

Derm

Blast the lock off.

"Well that was rude."

[1] Derm turns around and gestures at the door, congratulations, he added another bolt to the door. ((Just to confirm, you are aware you are outside correct? You aren't in a cell or something.))

Juba Freedmen

Take the chalice and return to where the creature is bound, using magic to heal myself, replace the lost blood and reinvigorate myself.

[4] Juba quickly reaches into the fire and plucks the chalice out. His hand is only a little bit warmed. He stands and returns to the hut, upon entering the hound unleashes a cacophony of barks and snarls. Trying to focus, [6] Juba completely heals his elbow and is able to speed up his blood production.

Falvich

Falvich will nod, and stick with Gweg. If the guards try anything phishy, he'll dig his friend out of trouble. And, if there's a magic shop on the route, Falvich will browse it's wares.

Falvich nods and follows several feet behind Gweg watching for anything suspicious, [3] he spots a dwarf speaking with a merchant in the distance but is unsure if he should leave the half ogre.

Atla

((Maybe we should have the spell always create a golem outside of combat, and the roll would just be for quality and I could just find more of the same materials later to beef him up if I so desire? Might save a bit of time in the long run. Leaving it as is would be fine though, just something to think about really. ))
Flesh golem. Tell the two wounded men to stay quiet or else.

((That's a good idea, I suppose if you were alone you would continuously try to summon)) Atla conjures up a flesh golem from his victims. [3] It's sort of slow and loose at the moment, its seems that Atla put a little too much fat in his creation. Turning to the two wounded men, he tells them to stay quiet. The two of them just stare in fear.

Gweg Kenson

Make sure I'll get my stuff back when I leave, then relinquish my sword and shield to the most trustworthy-looking guard. Or two, if he can only carry one of them.
Greet Falvich.

Gweg hands off his sword and shield to a nearby guard with a crooked smile. [2] "Thanks, I'll eh... keep these safe." The remaining guards all head off in different directions, no doubt returning to their posts. ((Dialogue Start with Falvich, You two can chat about whatever without using an action/turn))

Groz Talvor

"Lemme see what you have first. Then burden me with your troubles."

"Well... erm, that's sort of what I needed help with. You see I only told you I had something to get your attention. My wares were seized by a guard a few days back. Threatened to kill me if he said anything. Perhaps we could make a deal..."


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Inside the town speaking with Gweg
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: Inside the town speaking with Falvich
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword (In Custody); Tower Shield (In Custody); Empty Sack; A Note; Sack
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Fine
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: Speaking with a merchant
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: In front of the tower
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
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; Leather Boots; Chalice
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
Race: Construct
Gender: Not Applicable
Traits: Skilled with Staves and Polearms
Occupation/Role: Daemonic Warrior Monk
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Halberd; Animated Black Knight's Armor; Spear
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: Hans (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans
Location: Guarding Atla in the camp
Race: Golem
Gender: N/A
Traits: Made From Armor
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: 2 Iron Clubs
Alignment: Completely Obedient to Atla
Health: Fine
Age: 14 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Dermonster]

Yes. But the guard shoved me outside without a word. That demands retribution unless otherwise distracted.

Shrug. Make the door bolt from the other side. Wander off in a direction.

[mesor]

Use rope or a strip torn from my clothing to bind the hounds mouth shut. then search the camp much more thoroughly looking for food and water.

[Caerwyn]

I'm not the RP-ing type, so I'll pass on chatting.

Falvich will continue to hang out with Gweg, and if possible, woo some cute girls along the way.

Bed-time...

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Hello, there. Been here long?"

Ninja'd.
Try to ask around for somewhere I can work to earn enough for room and board. Try to learn as much as I can about the town from Falvich while jot disrupting his attempts to woo girls on the way.

((Just watch, I'll roll a 1 and ruin his attempts! Somehow!)

[Parsely]

Encourage my flesh golem's current shape by using the excess mass to make him stronger. Have him smother and absorb the two wounded men. Once we're done with that, head outside and count how many tents are in the camp.
((I only named Hans because he's made of metal and developed a personality right? My flesh golem is like a standard mook and Hans is like another character?))

[Xantalos]

"What kind of a deal would this be? Because I don't do prostitution."

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 21

Derm

Yes. But the guard shoved me outside without a word. That demands retribution unless otherwise distracted.

Shrug. Make the door bolt from the other side. Wander off in a direction.

[6] Derm locks the door bolt from the other side and further strengthens the locks. [2] Derm finding himself in a town, he heads down a nearby alleyway [1 vs. 3] a man lunges toward him but he ducks out of the way, leaving the thug to slam face first into the wall.

Juba Freedmen

Use rope or a strip torn from my clothing to bind the hounds mouth shut. then search the camp much more thoroughly looking for food and water.

[2] Juba takes his torn clothing and tears it to shreds. He goes to tie it around the hounds muzzle [3 vs. 6] but it keeps moving it's head and barking making it difficult to tie. [4] Juba hears a booming in the distance.

Falvich

I'm not the RP-ing type, so I'll pass on chatting.

Falvich will continue to hang out with Gweg, and if possible, woo some cute girls along the way.

Bed-time...

[1] Falvich calls out to a woman facing away, "I LOVE YOU!" She turns around... "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" It was a man.

Gweg Kenson

"Hello, there. Been here long?"

Ninja'd.
Try to ask around for somewhere I can work to earn enough for room and board. Try to learn as much as I can about the town from Falvich while jot disrupting his attempts to woo girls on the way.

((Just watch, I'll roll a 1 and ruin his attempts! Somehow!)

[2] Gweg approaches a young man and asks him where he can get some work. Seemingly frightened by his size. The man runs off. So he asks Falvich about the town.

Atla

Encourage my flesh golem's current shape by using the excess mass to make him stronger. Have him smother and absorb the two wounded men. Once we're done with that, head outside and count how many tents are in the camp.
((I only named Hans because he's made of metal and developed a personality right? My flesh golem is like a standard mook and Hans is like another character?))

[1] Atla only ends up piling more fat onto his creation, now it's just a blubbery mass of flesh, he tells Hans to roll it over the now screaming wounded men. They are completely absorbed. Atla heads outside and counts 10 tents, the largest is also the farthest away from the fog.

Groz Talvor

"What kind of a deal would this be? Because I don't do prostitution."

"Wha? No no no no no! I meant if you could retrieve my merchandise I could give you a few of my wares, no charge."


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Inside the town speaking with Gweg
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: Inside the town speaking with Falvich
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword (In Custody); Tower Shield (In Custody); Empty Sack; A Note; Sack
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Fine
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: Speaking with a merchant
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: In front of the tower
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
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; Leather Boots; Chalice
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
Race: Construct
Gender: Not Applicable
Traits: Skilled with Staves and Polearms
Occupation/Role: Daemonic Warrior Monk
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Halberd; Animated Black Knight's Armor; Spear
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: Hans (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans
Location: Guarding Atla in the camp
Race: Golem
Gender: N/A
Traits: Made From Armor
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: 2 Iron Clubs
Alignment: Completely Obedient to Atla
Health: Fine
Age: 15 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Xantalos]

"Where is this merchandise? Because If it's in the local castle or something, I want two free items and one half-price, of my choosing. That beneficial?"

[mesor]

Bang the hound on the head again then tie it's mouth shut

[GreatWyrmGold]

"...That didn't work..."
Head to whatever looks like a town hall after listening to everything Falvich knows about the town.

With my luck, I'll end up in a brothel...

[Parsely]

Leave the flesh golem to its own devices and go check out the next nearest tent with Hans.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich is going to help inform our Gweg here, and show him some of the best this place has to offer!

[Dermonster]

... How the hell did I do that? What alleyway?

Harquebus to the back of the mans head.

"Hello! Fine day, innit?"

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 22

Groz Talvor

"Where is this merchandise? Because If it's in the local castle or something, I want two free items and one half-price, of my choosing. That beneficial?"

"Of course that's acceptable... um, I was taken by a guard... but I don't really know where he took it.

Juba Freedmen

Bang the hound on the head again then tie it's mouth shut

Juba [5] bashes the hound on the head, knocking it unconscious, [5] then quickly ties it's mouth shut. [4] The booming is getting closer.

Gweg Kenson

"...That didn't work..."
Head to whatever looks like a town hall after listening to everything Falvich knows about the town.

With my luck, I'll end up in a brothel...

[3] Gweg doesn't spot anything that looks like a town hall so he continues to follow Falvich, he doesn't really learn much, because well, Falvich only recently arrived as well.

Atla

Leave the flesh golem to its own devices and go check out the next nearest tent with Hans.

Alta and Hans cautiously enters the nearest tent with his halberd at the ready [1] It's completely empty, probably where those guards were hiding.

Falvich

Falvich is going to help inform our Gweg here, and show him some of the best this place has to offer!

Seeing as Falvich doesn't really know much about the town, he tells Gweg everything he can remember from before the battle. The information mostly includes the locations of brothels and the houses of attractive women.

Derm

... How the hell did I do that? What alleyway?

Harquebus to the back of the mans head.

"Hello! Fine day, innit?"

((You wandered off in a direction, so you wandered off into an alleyway)) [5 vs. 1-1=0] Derm, unable to level his Harquebus in such close quarters he just [5 vs. 2] smashes his face in with the butt of the Harquebus, Derm hears the distinct crack of the thug's nose. 


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Inside the town speaking with Gweg
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: Fine
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: Inside the town speaking with Falvich
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword (In Custody); Tower Shield (In Custody); Empty Sack; A Note; Sack
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Fine
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: Speaking with a merchant
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: In front of the tower
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
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; Leather Boots; Chalice
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
Race: Construct
Gender: Not Applicable
Traits: Skilled with Staves and Polearms
Occupation/Role: Daemonic Warrior Monk
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Halberd; Animated Black Knight's Armor; Spear
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: Hans (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans
Location: Guarding Atla in the camp
Race: Golem
Gender: N/A
Traits: Made From Armor
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: 2 Iron Clubs
Alignment: Completely Obedient to Atla
Health: Fine
Age: 15 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him