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[Urist McBeanie]

((In my mind, unless everyone is together/interacting, time is relative to that one character and no one else, so while you killed bandits for 20 minutes or whatever someone else may have just spent an hour doing something. Besides big events or if everyone joins together, not everyone is doing their actions at the same time. At least that's how I look at it.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

You're not sure either, are you?

[Urist McBeanie]

Nope.

[Fishybang]

Climb a tree 25 meters from the camp and observe.

[Harry Baldman]

Drag the wizard to his room, then take a look around. See if there's anything suitably suspicious-looking around.

[Xantalos]

((I thought we were there to negotiate or something! Ah well. Is Hooded Dorf with the group of bandits I'm annoying, or no?))

[Urist McBeanie]

((Currently yes))

[Xantalos]

"Hood! Move!"
Give Hood time to start running, then chain lightning the bandits.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 52

Juba Freedmen

Draw both my swords then follow the blood trail towards the fire, attempt to remain unseen.

Juba draws his swords and begins moving toward the fire, [1] suddenly, his foot lands in a large pool of blood and Juba slips falling to the ground in a loud clatter. "Who's there!" A gruff voice ahead calls out.

Gweg Kenson

Shrug, return to camp. Decapitate bandit leader's corpse, then grab head and tower shield (I can probably sell it) before searching the camp for loot.

Gweg returns to the camp, decapitating Noser and grabbing his tower shield. [2] There isn't much else in the camp, besides what the dead bandits are wearing. Which couldn't reasonably all be taken. There is still that cave that the bandits came out of though.

Derm

"Well, thats done. Now for the fun stuff."

Amass just like... a fucking gigantic pile of scrap. Start building a fantasy clockwork exosuit slash ironman suit slash giant mecha. Use knowledge of magic runes and mechanics to supplement the building.

Question, can I spend multiple turns on one thing to make sure I get a good end result without the random chance affecting it? Liek taking a twenty in DnD?

[1+1+1=3] 5 turns remaining.

Xarius

"That went well. We only had to kill four guards. That's about half of everyone on the morning shift; better than my usual record with impromptu jail-breaks. So, do you want to enjoy your new freedom and go our separate ways now, or continue to be my faithful equal partner in brutal combat, complicated acts of black magic, and perhaps even apprenticeship in those very same black arts? You've done amazingly well thus far, saved me twice in those encounters back there, and not tried to sell me out or stab me in the back even once.I can admire such loyalty. So, what do you say?"

'I can probably fix the lack of evil in him later, having a slightly demonic spirit take up residence in your soul can really fix your goodie two shoes perspective.'

Pet/scratch my familiar while talking to the guard without breaking eye contact. Attempt to recruit the guard, whether or not he comes along, find my way to a sheltered and secluded hamlet, far from the city or any nearby castles. As distant from organized society as possible, while still having a population of around ten to thirty. What type of people populate it is completely unimportant, so long as they aren't directly hostile.

[2] "You know, I don't really think I should leave, you know, I have family here. But if you ever need anything here, come find me." [3] Xarius makes it out of the city without any further encounters with the guards and finds himself at the fork of a road, branching off to the left and right. [3] There is a sign, pointing back the way he came that says Ferovale. To the right it says, Stingard. To the left, Milturn.

Calenmiriel

*Nods quietly*

Go over to the door and wait.

Calenmiriel walks over to the door and is quickly ushered inside into a dark room. Soon after the ground shakes, and she feels the room rising. Finally it reaches the top and Calenmiriel is bathed in the glow of the sun. On the opposite side a humanoid stands in a similar cage. [2] She cannot discern anything about him as the cages open.

Evaliss

Climb a tree 25 meters from the camp and observe.

Evaliss quickly sneaks through the forest and [4] scales a nearby tree. This is a good vantage point. There are two elves walking around the camp, it seems to be a small family, a husband and wife. Due to the glow of the campfire the shape of a third humanoid can be seen inside one of the two small closed tents.

Krzcewski

Drag the wizard to his room, then take a look around. See if there's anything suitably suspicious-looking around.

[1] Krzcewski drags the wizard up into his room, successfully bashing his toes against any nearby walls. Upon reaching the door, he uses the key and pushes the door open. Krzcewski drags the wizard onto the small bedroll and begins investigating. [4+1=5] Krzcewski quickly spots a letter on top of the small dresser. It is still sealed though so it seems the wizard has not read it yet.

Groz Talvor

"Hood! Move!"
Give Hood time to start running, then chain lightning the bandits.

[6] The hooded and disguised dwarf rolls away from the group and pulls his axe from his belt. Meanwhile Groz raises his hand and directs it toward the bandits. [1+1=2] Groz's hand fizzles [2] luckily for him, the smugglers are unsure of what exactly is going on and are unsure of who is friend or foe.


Character List

Spoiler: Gweg Kenson (click to show/hide)

User: GreatWyrmGold
Name: Gweg Kenson
Location: Fighting Bandits in Their Camp
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword; Empty Sack; A Note; Sack; Afigi; Tower Shield; Noser's Head
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Heavy Bleeding; Light 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: In an empty, nondescript room in the smuggler's hideout
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 the center of Harraspor
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; Thug's Sack; Arcane Chainsaw
Alignment: Chaotic Derm
Health: Fine
Magic: Magitechnology

Spoiler: Juba Freedmen (click to show/hide)

User: mesor
Name: Juba Freedmen
Location: Running up the mountain
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Dimachaerus Fighting Style; Kill With Honor
Occupation/Role: Noble's Personal Guard
Equipment: 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: Xarius (click to show/hide)

User: Onyxjew944
Name: Xarius
Location: At the exit of the prison
Race: Minotaur
Gender: Male
Traits: Quick on His Feet; Squishy Wizard
Occupation/Role: Outcast
Equipment: Guard's Surcoat; Guard's Gloves; Guard's Boots
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (May or may not develop to Evil)
Magic: Necromancy
Appearance: Six feet, four inches in height. Relatively small for a Minotaur. Brown fur that he has dyed with coal dust to a mottled gray. He is missing his left horn. 
Age: Forty-five. Roughly nineteen in human years.
Backstory: Always a curious youth, Xarius found himself in a library or obscure ruin more often than working in a forge or doing battle with other tribes. This was a great dishonor to his father who barely tolerated him as is, being as his other brothers grew to be what his father wanted. He was exiled from his tribe at age twenty once he discovered the secrets of live and death and chose to delve into this dark world, chopping off his own horn in the process to be used as a reagent. He was always a target of his more strong and athletic kin, and had to learn to hide and run to avoid broken bones and daily torment. He was captured by King Kemar's soldiers trying to break into a tomb for research, his conscription was his prison sentence.

Spoiler: Calenmiriel (click to show/hide)

User: TacticalUnicorn
Name: Calenmiriel
Location: In the stable in the desert city
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Female
Traits: Experienced Huntress; She-Elf
Occupation/Role: Self Employed to make a few coins here and there, otherwise just a lone elf in the woods.
Equipment: Bow; 16 Arrows; Green Tunic; Leather Trousers; Black Gloves; Leather Boots; Deer Meat; Deer Hide
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: She is 5 feet tall, and weighs only 105 pounds. She has long, messy brown hair seeing as it isn't usually washed. She would have a fair face if it weren't usually dirty. Her eyes are a deep green color.
Age: 167
Backstory: Ever since she was a child, Calenmiriel has been solitary and indifferent. She never agreed with the petty, peace-keeper attitude, nor the snobby, higher-being attitude of her kin. She was quickly bored of their ancient traditions and lifestyles and when she was old enough to take care of herself and became disruptive of the elven community she was apart of, she left, seeking adventure and solitude. Living on her own for such a long time she doesn't talk much, besides with the animals, and lacks social skills with other humanoids. Her timidity and reclusive behavior, also gives her a jumpy, somewhat unpredictable attitude that can be seen as threatening.

Spoiler: Krzcewski (click to show/hide)

User: Harry Baldman
Name: Krzcewski
Location: The Laughing Lad Tavern
Race: Goblin
Gender: Male
Traits: Pacifist; Smooth; Small and Weak; Perceptive
Occupation: Plainclothes Goblin Investigator
Equipment: Commoner's Clothes; Bandana; Sack
Alignment: Neutral Good
Magic: Telepathic Suggestion
Appearance: A short, olive-skinned, bald humanoid with pointed ears, rather unimpressive and nondescript, almost savage face and very, very poor posture. That is, when in public. In private (out of disguise) he stands just as tall as a noble would, and exudes an air of competence.
Age: 32
Backstory: Krzcewski loves his job. He gets to obtain information, feign ignorance in front of stupid people and feel smart afterwards. Really, he lives to do his job, find out secrets and seem very much like an uncivilized, uncultured goblin in front of various philistines that consider someone like him not worth even a single look. Well, joke's on them when he makes his weekly report of any suspicious activity he sees to the authorities. He gets to vent his frustrations and do a little good. He strongly objects to the use of violence, believing it to be inefficient and contrary to upholding the law.

Spoiler: Evaliss (click to show/hide)

User: Fishybang
Name: Evaliss
Location: In the woods
Race: High Elf
Gender: Female
Traits: Skilled with Bow and Arrow; Loner
Occupation/Role: Hunter of Wood Elves
Equipment: Bow; 16 Arrows; Brown Tunic; Leather Trousers; Black Boots
Alignment: Neutral
Magic: Illusion Magic
Appearance: Around "6' 7" very slim, and graceful, with long curly red hair, sky blue eyes, and a small amount of freckles on her face.
Age: 109
Backstory: When Evaliss was just a little girl, wood elves attacked her village, and although the villagers were better armed then them, the wood elves outnumbered them greatly, and took them by surprise. Evaliss got away but only barely, however now she has massive scar down the length of her left arm. After that she swore revenge for her village, and started hunting them down like animals with her bow and arrow.

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: NPCs (click to show/hide)

Name: Hooded Dwarf...
Location: Inside the smuggler's base
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Traits: Visually Threatening
Occupation/Role: Guard
Equipment:
Alignment:
Health: Fine; Scar; Blind In One Eye
Backstory: N/A

Spoiler: Casualties (click to show/hide)

Turn: 34
Name: N/A
Location and Killer: In the magic shop by Falvich
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Mage
Equipment: Robes
Alignment:
Cause of Death: Throat slashed by daggers; Face cut open; Blood Loss
Backstory: N/A

Turn: 45
User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location and Killer: In the sewer by water
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Traits: Dagger Blitz; Spindly; Elves need LOOT!
Occupation/Role: Rogue
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 2 Daggers; Apple; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Maille Gloves; Maille Chausses; Ring of Fire Resist; Sack; Pack; Note; Sack; Vials of Colourful Liquids
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health:
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
Cause of Death: Drowning and severe injuries
Backstory: Falvich likes women, magic, alcohol, magical alcohol, and daggers. Money's always a plus, too. Magic money is a very large plus.

Turn: 49
User: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Atla
Location: ...............
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; Jewels, Gems, Gold etc.; Reinforcement; Crucible Steel Ingot; Scroll
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.

Turn: 50
Name: Noser
Location and Killer: In his camp by Gweg Kenson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Skilled Fighter
Occupation/Role: Bandit Leader
Equipment: Rusty Mail Armor; Steel Shortsword
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Cause of Death: Righteous Decapitation
Health: Decapitated

[Urist McBeanie]

Forum lag strikes again

[mesor]

"Juba."

Shout my name and continue towards the fire looking for the source of the voice.

[TacticalUnicorn]

As soon as I can leap/run out of the cage and take a shot at my opponent with my bow, if he/she has a shield perhaps aim for the legs. Fire a second if he/she hasn't reached me yet aiming at the upper body if the shot at the legs connects. Make use of my agility to dodge attacks as they come, make use of the arrows as stabbing weapons if he/she gets in close.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Gweg:

Take small, valuable items (eg coins or something), a sword the right size for it to be a large knife or dagger to me, and head to the cave to search it.

[Xantalos]

Chain lightning them once more! If that fails again, cast an explosive fireball towards the center of the group.

[Fishybang]

Wait until night and fire once atleast 2 of the elves fall asleep.

Screw that.

Fire upon the male elf.