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[Xantalos]

"You need to walk the other way, fella."
Reform figure's feet so they're on backwards.

[mesor]

Follow the tracks and continue gathering equipment.

[micelus]

<Oops.>

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 9

Derm

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

Derm turns and heads down the path to the left for some time [2] not making much progress, but progress nonetheless. [1] Derm sees absolutely nothing of note... except some trees.

Gweg Kenson

"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.

Gweg begins running toward the figure [2 vs. 3] but fails to gain any ground. Gweg calls out, "Identify yourself, I do not wish to kill you but I may have to if you do not respond!" [2-1=1] While running Gweg fails to grab any loot.

Falvich

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.

Falvich hears a voice calling out from behind him "Identify yourself, I do not wish to kill you but I may have to if you do not respond!" [4] Falvich continues running through the battlefield, [3-1] failing to get any loot as he does so. He should reach the edge of the battlefield next turn.

Atla

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

[3] You give your golem high five and begins searching for armor, [4] He finds no retrievable armor but he does find a nice halberd.

Groz Talvor

"You need to walk the other way, fella."
Reform figure's feet so they're on backwards.

Calling upon his magic [4-1+1=4] Groz twists the figure's feet around at the ankle [1 vs. 6] the figure trips and falls to the ground and impales his heart on a nearby sword.

Juba Freedmen

Follow the tracks and continue gathering equipment.

[2+1] Juba continues to follow the footprints and hears a voice calling out in the distance. [6-1=5] On his way through he manages to grab 5 sacks from some nearby corpses.


Falvich, Gweg Kenson, Groz Talvor, Juba Freedmen, and Atla all hear a loud thundering in the vicinity.


By the way, I added a modifier of -1 when attempting to loot while running.

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: Following a trail through the 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 1; Sack 2; Sack 3; Sack 4; Sack 5; Sack 6; 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; 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: 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: 3 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[mesor]

Stuff every single item I find into the sacks as I go no matter what it is, find the ogre and very politely tell him to follow me then head straight off the battlefield as fast as I can whether I find him or he follows me or not.

[Dermonster]

Onwards!

[GreatWyrmGold]

Keep.
Running.
FAST!
(Grab any loot I come across, I'm seriously in debt.)

[Parsely]

Creepy. Just like the time when I was up in Oratay. That place was weird. Hang on to the spear for throwing and check out the halberd. What's it made of? Is it sturdy or just fancy? Anywho, attempt to discern the source or direction of the "thundering". Grab some armour while I'm discerning.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich just wants out of this damn place. But, wait...What's that? Is that a wizard's corpse? Oh em gee, it must be relived of it's objects of value! Who knows what would happen if a WIZARD ZOMBIE arose, shrouded in HIGHLY MAGICAL ROBES with DOZENS OF VALUABLE, ENCHANTED RINGS and a staff of +6 MURDERING? Gods above, this elf must SAVE all those poor, potential victims! By...Looting! By the way, he'll loot without running. He's far enough away, he can take his time. If that guy gets closer, just shout out something like "I'm just a poor peasant m'lord, trying to escape this gruesome battle which, miraculously, I survived! Please don't harm me!"

"My loot cries out for the vengeance of my other loot, which can only be repaid with at least twice as much loot! Or maybe three times as much loot! Like if you went to heaven, and it was full of loot, and that loot was on fire, and it was raining loot, then maybe that would be enough loot! Eh... but probably not."

[Urist McBeanie]

I probably won't be back on until 1PM (PST) so don't expect a turn before then.

[Caerwyn]

It's 10AM for me right now. I don't know what PST is...What is it for you right now?

[Urist McBeanie]

It was 9AM when you posted that.

Fixed.

[Caerwyn]

It was 9PM when you posted that.

Shit, so we are like, on opposite sides of the world.

Well! I'm in Canada, Saskatchewan, nice to meet you. Where're you from?

No wonder you update when I sleep...

[Urist McBeanie]

Oh, whoops, I meant 9AM.

[Xantalos]

Groz sniffs the air. "Storm's acoming. After looking for any other valuables - magical or not - he scurries away from the thundering.