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[Dermonster]

Wonder why someone was walking around with a ring that breaks fingers. Attempt to craft a workable magnetic harquebus out of scraps.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Wonder why someone was walking around with a ring that breaks fingers.

It's a curse, meant to keep people from stealing the ring.
In retrospect, it would have been better to attach a flame spell...

[Urist McBeanie]

Perhaps...

[Parsely]

Arms.

[Xantalos]

Get two eyes and some bones from another corpse. Look around to see if anything's moving.

[Urist McBeanie]

Realize health system is pointless and stupid at the moment. Reset all injuries on TURN 6. Shamelessly steal health system from Roll to Roll to Dodge. Paste it in OP. Also, pay more attention to traits... [6] Urist McBeanie does all these things...

[Caerwyn]

Falvich shall loot! LOOT! LOOT THE GLORIOUS CORPSES OF FALLEN FRIENDS AND FOES!

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 6

Juba Freedmen

Put on the coif, Continue my search for any weapons, armor, shields, food and valuables I come across on the way from the battlefield. The equipment must be undamaged quality or better, place it all within my sack. Make sure the short sword is on my right hip and the longsword slung across my back.

(( I wish I'd  taken a +1 to scavenging lol but hey I have a map at least which gives me an advantage over everybody else . ))

Juba straps on the maille coif and continues his trek through the battlefield. Quickly sheathing his sword at his right hip and slinging his longsword across his back. [3] Through his trek, Juba finds an undamaged glove, he quickly pulls it onto his right hand and continues. He should reach the edge of the battlefield next turn.

Gweg Kenson

Approach crouching figure, sword drawn.

[4 vs. 2] Gweg manages to sneak closer to the crouching figure staying out of sight. He [2 vs. 1] loudly pulls his sword from his back, but the figure seems not to notice by some stroke of luck.

Derm

Wonder why someone was walking around with a ring that breaks fingers. Attempt to craft a workable magnetic harquebus out of scraps.

[5] Derm ponders why someone would have a ring that breaks fingers. He decides it was either to keep it from being stolen, but then why would it continue to constrict around his finger? Perhaps it is to keep it on someone. Derm is still confused but goes about attempting to create a Magnetic Harquebus. [5] Derm uses [1d3 = 3, 1d1 = 1] all of his metal and succeeds in creating the weapon.

Atla

Arms.

[4] Finally, after all this time Atla succeeds in creating a pair of arms for his golem. He brings the two arms over to attach them [1] and smashes them [5] but he quickly mends the damage and finally [4] has an entire, functional golem, ready to obey his command. ((I added the extra roll after you smashed the arms, because well, I'm tired of writing turns about you trying to create a golem))

Groz Talvor

Get two eyes and some bones from another corpse. Look around to see if anything's moving.

Groz, continuing his collection of various body parts attempts to pluck out two eyes from the corpse of a nearby man. [1] But he squeezes a little too hard and the two eyeballs explode in a watery mess. Frustrated, [5] he strips all the meat off the corpses and collects [6] a skull and 7 other assorted bones.

Falvich

Falvich shall loot! LOOT! LOOT THE GLORIOUS CORPSES OF FALLEN FRIENDS AND FOES!

[2] Falvich searches a few nearby corpses and finds only a [half eaten apple+1] an apple. He searches another few corpses and finds [6+1] a beautifully crafted chainmail hauberk and [6+1] enthusiastically pulls the excellent coif from the corpse as well, finally, he strips off the maille gloves and chausses.[5+1] Suddenly, you hear a thundering to your left... something heavy is approaching.


By the way, check my previous post above if you haven't already seen it.

Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Hopelessly lost in the foggy battlefield
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Traits: Dagger Blitz; Spindly; Elves need LOOT!
Occupation/Role: Rogue
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Lightly Chipped Dagger; Unidentified Dagger; Apple; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Maille Gloves; Maille Chausses
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: In the foggy battlefield
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword; Tower Shield; Empty Sack; A Note
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Fine
Magic: Wild Magic
Appearance: Big, 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 a fog-less clearing
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, A Human Skin, Big Intestine, Small Intestine, Skull, 7 Bones; Knife; Leather Gloves; Leather Boots; Steel Breastplate; Hood; Unidentified Amulet
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: Lost in less foggy forest
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: Navigating the fog LIKE A BOSS
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; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Glove
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: Lost in the foggy battlefield
Race: Construct
Gender: Not Applicable
Traits: Skilled with Staves and Polearms
Occupation/Role: Daemonic Warrior Monk
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 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.

[mesor]

Search the area all around me for more equipment or anything else of use.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Hello there. Who are you and what are you doing?"
Chase figure if he runs, counterstrike if he attacks. Otherwise, chat.

[Dermonster]

Walk further from the fog, climb a tree, and attempt to see where I am/anything of note.

[Xantalos]

Wear that unidentified amulet and hood while getting two eyes and another skin. Then look around to see if anyone's there; people usually don't like it when Groz harvests corpses.

[Parsely]

((Yeah, me too.))

Find a weapon for the golem and order him to help you do so.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will slip into his newly acquired gear, and try and crouch somewhere out of sight, and observe what's coming.

Sorry, last post for me tonight, it's 11:06 PM. Night!

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 7

Juba Freedmen

Search the area all around me for more equipment or anything else of use.

Juba stops and begins searching for more equipment [3] He finds another glove which he pulls onto his other hand. Then as he treks on, the fog dissipates, and Juba finds himself in a large meadow, devoid of corpses.

Gweg Kenson

"Hello there. Who are you and what are you doing?"
Chase figure if he runs, counterstrike if he attacks. Otherwise, chat.

Gweg calls out to the crouching figure...

Derm

Walk further from the fog, climb a tree, and attempt to see where I am/anything of note.

Derms pulls further away from the fog and [5] quickly scales a tree. [3] Scanning his surrounding he spots a small meadow, but can't see anything else over the taller trees.

Groz Talvor

Wear that unidentified amulet and hood while getting two eyes and another skin. Then look around to see if anyone's there; people usually don't like it when Groz harvests corpses.

Groz takes the amulet and pulls it around his neck and nothing happens, it seems to just be an ordinary silver amulet. He pulls up the hood and searches for another corpse to take eyes and skin from. He finds one nearby and [4] quickly plucks out its eyes [6] and somehow ends up getting two times the skin from one corpse. He glances around [1] and spots something or someone nearby, it appears to be approaching, with a slight limp, sword in hand.

Atla

((Yeah, me too.))

Find a weapon for the golem and order him to help you do so.

Atla searches for a weapon to equip his golem and orders it to do the same. [4] [4] You each succeed in finding an iron club. Which the golem takes, one in each hand.

Falvich

Falvich will slip into his newly acquired gear, and try and crouch somewhere out of sight, and observe what's coming.

Sorry, last post for me tonight, it's 11:06 PM. Night!

Falvich quickly slips into his gear and [3] crouches behind a corpse, [4] he glances at the approaching humanoid who calls out, "Hello there. Who are you and what are you doing?" The humanoid stops, but... the thundering continues...

You all feel that staying in the battlefield for much longer might be a bad idea...

Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Hopelessly lost in the foggy battlefield
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Traits: Dagger Blitz; Spindly; Elves need LOOT!
Occupation/Role: Rogue
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Lightly Chipped Dagger; Unidentified Dagger; Apple; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Maille Gloves; Maille Chausses
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: In the foggy battlefield
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword; Tower Shield; Empty Sack; A Note
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Fine
Magic: Wild Magic
Appearance: Big, 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 a fog-less clearing
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
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: Atop a tree in a slightly forest
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 a small meadow at the edge of the foggy battlefield
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; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Gloves
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: Lost in the foggy battlefield with his golem
Race: Construct
Gender: Not Applicable
Traits: Skilled with Staves and Polearms
Occupation/Role: Daemonic Warrior Monk
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 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: Atla's Golem (click to show/hide)

Name: N/A
Location: Lost in the foggy battlefield 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: 1 Turn old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him