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[mesor]

Turn round and head back into the battlefield towards where I saw the half ogre earlier, continue gathering equipment on the way and look for any other survivors, but do not head to far back into the battlefield.

[Xantalos]

Call out to the approaching figure.
"Greetings, fellow flesh! Come to partake in the pickings? I thing I got everything I need here though; you can have the rest. Except for any shinies. Those are mine."
Search around for any rings, bracelets, necklaces, amulets, etc, that might be around here. Use magic to see magic items; collect those first.

[Urist McBeanie]

Added something to the end of Turn 7.

[Xantalos]

[oldman]Now listen here, sonny, I'll leave this here battlefield when I please, and not a moment sooner![/oldman]

[Urist McBeanie]

[oldman]Now listen here, sonny, I'll leave this here battlefield when I please, and not a moment sooner![/oldman]

Fine with me... I'm not forcing you to leave.

[Xantalos]

[oldman]Now listen here, sonny, I'll leave this here battlefield when I please, and not a moment sooner![/oldman]

Fine with me... I'm not forcing you to leave.

((Not arguing; that's probably how Groz would react though.))

[Dermonster]

Keep heading outwards. Keep Harquebus at the ready.

[Parsely]

Pat my golem on the head. You're such a badass dude.
Find a way off the battlefield.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will leave this battlegrounds! Looting on his way out, of course. Aim specifically for magical items/money/good weapons to replace his old, junky ones.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Do I hear the thundering? If so, try to figure out what and where it is. If not, call out to the figure again.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 8

Juba Freedmen

Turn round and head back into the battlefield towards where I saw the half ogre earlier, continue gathering equipment on the way and look for any other survivors, but do not head to far back into the battlefield.

Juba turns away from the meadow and heads back through the battlefield, [1] through his trek he finds nothing, no survivors, no equipment. He searches the general area around the half ogre's position [1+3=4] and notices a trail of large footprints.

Groz Talvor

Call out to the approaching figure.
"Greetings, fellow flesh! Come to partake in the pickings? I thing I got everything I need here though; you can have the rest. Except for any shinies. Those are mine."
Search around for any rings, bracelets, necklaces, amulets, etc, that might be around here. Use magic to see magic items; collect those first.

Groz calls out to the figure, "Greetings, fellow flesh! Come to partake in the pickings? I thing I got everything I need here though; you can have the rest. Except for any shinies. Those are mine." Seemingly enraged the figure raises its sword and charges toward him shouting "You bastard!", though the figure appears to be limping. [3] Quickly Groz snatched up a small ring and placed it in his pocket. The figure should reach him by next turn.

Derm

Keep heading outwards. Keep Harquebus at the ready.

[5] Derm hurriedly climbs back down the tree and begins moving his way through the forest once more, Harquebus at the ready. [4] Soon after, he finds a small nondescript trail.

Atla

Pat my golem on the head. You're such a badass dude.
Find a way off the battlefield.

Atla pats his golem on the head while calling him a badass. [6] The golem raises his hand with his fingers splayed out, he seems to want a high five. [1] Atla is too preoccupied with his golem to try leaving the battlefield

Falvich

Falvich will leave this battlegrounds! Looting on his way out, of course. Aim specifically for magical items/money/good weapons to replace his old, junky ones.

Falvich ignores the voice calling to him and runs while he is running he grabs [6] 3 [5+1] exceptional daggers, dropping his other junky dagger on the floor. [4] He should be out of the battlefield in two turns.

Gweg Kenson

Do I hear the thundering? If so, try to figure out what and where it is. If not, call out to the figure again.

Gweg no longer hears the thundering, but it's too late to call out to the figure, it has already ran off. Suddenly, the booming returns. [2] He turns and looks around but fails to spot anything. [4] It seems to slowly be coming closer.

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; 3 Daggers; 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; Unidentified Ring
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: Searching for the half ogre in 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; 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: 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: 2 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Dermonster]

Onwards! To the left assuming I came at the trail perpendicularly!

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Oy...This can't be good...and there's that coward..."

Chase the figure. Request that he tell me the phrase used to denote his identity, unless he is curious as to the structure of the Afterlife. Not in such fancy words.
If possible, grab loot, because my dedication to not grabbing stuff when it doesn't make sense to has left me under-equipped.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will push onwards, and get out of the battlefield!

But, while doing so inthemeantimehe'llstopbyandgrabanyvaluables such as, but not limited to: Magical trinkets/scrolls, jewelry, coins of any kind/etc.

LOOT, man.

[Parsely]

High five!! You're so cool.
Search for better armour, even though I'm technically made of it.