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[mesor]

Head towards the camp, be quiet and avoid being spotted, toss the sock away and keep an eye out for anything of value.

[Parsely]

Count the soldiers quickly. If there are three or less, order your iron golem to join the battle and crush the skull of the soldier who is distracted by my flesh golem, then stand and get within a comfortable range before lobbing my spear at the next nearest soldier and attacking him with my halberd. If there are more than three, slip away quietly with my iron golem in tow while the flesh golem holds them off.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 13

Falvich

Falvich will continue to run out of here. And...He...Well, let's...I...He'll loot something on the way, -1 modifier be damned.

[4] Falvich continues to hurry through the battlefield [2+1] snatching up an empty pack before bursting out into a forest.

Derm

Put my foot where my hand is now and leap upwards toward it.

Derm [3] takes his foot up to his hand and leaps up [1] Derm flails around reaching for the handhold but misses and begins hurtling towards the ground [5] he quickly reaches out and grabs one of the handholds and by some miracle only strains his arm.

Gweg Kenson

I have no armor, am outnumbered, and have no motivation past survival to fight...

Escape. I'm taller than these guys, right?

[1] Gweg stumbles and falls to the ground. The nearest warrior steps forward and stabs down at his chest [4 vs. 4] [6+?=? vs. 4] The blade pierces through Gweg's chest. The warrior withdraws his blade and as Gweg's vision begins to darken at the edges it seems that they depart.

Groz Talvor

Is it an enchantment that will cause harm to me? If yes, don't put the ring on. If not, wear it.
Stand up and inquire as to who these people are.

The rings seems safe so Groz puts it onto his right ring finger. He feels... something. [6] Groz gets to his feet and asks the nearest person, "Who are you?" they respond and tell him, "You just appeared out of nowhere in the market. I think the question we should be asking is who are you?"

Juba Freedmen

Head towards the camp, be quiet and avoid being spotted, toss the sock away and keep an eye out for anything of value.

Juba tosses the sock away and sneaks toward the camp, trying to stay out of sight [4 vs. 4] he reaches the edge of the first hut without being spotted. [6] A chalice sits in the middle of the camp beside a fire.

Atla

Count the soldiers quickly. If there are three or less, order your iron golem to join the battle and crush the skull of the soldier who is distracted by my flesh golem, then stand and get within a comfortable range before lobbing my spear at the next nearest soldier and attacking him with my halberd. If there are more than three, slip away quietly with my iron golem in tow while the flesh golem holds them off.

[1] Due to Atla's angle from the ground and the chaos of the flesh golem in combat with the soldiers, Atla cannot keep track of how many there are. [4 vs. 1] Atla does manage to stay hidden though. His flesh golem leaps forward to attack the nearest soldier once more [5 vs. 4-2=2] the hit connects with the soldier [3 vs. 3+?=?] but does no damage. The soldier lunges forward with surprising speed [4 vs. 1] [6+?=? vs. 3] and impales the golem through the chest with his greatsword. The golem falls apart on the ground in front of him.

A Bunch of Heavily Armored Soldiers

Slaughter the survivors!

Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Lost in a forest
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: Fighting one of the soldiers 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; Sack
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Heavy Bleeding; Faint 
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: Somewhere
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: Attempting to climb the stone wall
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; Strained Left Arm
Magic: Magitechnology

Spoiler: Juba Freedmen (click to show/hide)

User: mesor
Name: Juba Freedmen
Location: In the meadow
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; Dirty Sock
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: 7 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Caerwyn]

Falvich, presumably clear o' this blasted battleground, will strike to the south; - Ye'll always find a village or sometin' to the south, people like the warm winds. As such, he'll try and find one such village, or more preferably, a town.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Fake death.
Make sure it stays fake.
Use luck magic thingy?

[Urist McBeanie]

It'll definitely trigger if you roll a 6 seeing as you are in an incredibly dangerous situation.

[Dermonster]

Onwards and upwards!

[Xantalos]

Groz will reply, "Why I'm me of course! No harm to you, and you are you of course! Merchants or something. Where am I, incidentally? Also preferred would be a short description of the land's history and any recent troubles and who I'd talk to about that. That's what nonadventurers do, right?

[Parsely]

((What a waste. I didn't want to stick around and watch the flesh gol' get wasted, I wanted to get out of there! I should've added a provision in case my spot check failed.))
Summon another flesh golem near the soldiers as a distraction and bail quietly with my iron golem.

[Urist McBeanie]

The reason I didn't have you go ahead and run was because you basically failed both actions, thus it would have been very risky to try bee-lining it out of there.
I'll probably have the turn up in several hours, unless mesor hasn't posted his turn yet.

Alright, I have to go, I'll be back in 4-6 hours.

[mesor]

Check the huts and remain hidden, keep my hands near my weapons.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 14

Falvich

Falvich, presumably clear o' this blasted battleground, will strike to the south; - Ye'll always find a village or sometin' to the south, people like the warm winds. As such, he'll try and find one such village, or more preferably, a town.

Falvich heads south for a little bit and [2] fails to find any settlements within 100 yards.

Gweg Kenson

Fake death.
Make sure it stays fake.
Use luck magic thingy?

[6] Gweg fakes death so hard, that something SO THOROUGHLY CONVINCED HE WAS DEAD decides to take pity on him and patches up his chest wound. Gweg is no longer bleeding, though he will have to wait for the wound to completely heal.  ((That was EXTREMELY lucky, rolling anything beside a 5 or 6 would have killed you. A 5 would have only delayed your inevitable death by another turn))

Derm

Onwards and upwards!

[4] Derm continues up the wall being careful to avoid using his left arm. He should reach the top next turn.

Groz Talvor

Groz will reply, "Why I'm me of course! No harm to you, and you are you of course! Merchants or something. Where am I, incidentally? Also preferred would be a short description of the land's history and any recent troubles and who I'd talk to about that. That's what nonadventurers do, right?

Groz begins speaking with the man when suddenly [1] his eyes go down to the ground next to Groz and he exclaims, "Is that blood coming out of your robe?"

Atla

((What a waste. I didn't want to stick around and watch the flesh gol' get wasted, I wanted to get out of there! I should've added a provision in case my spot check failed.))
Summon another flesh golem near the soldiers as a distraction and bail quietly with my iron golem.

[4] Atla summons another golem and makes a break for it with his iron golem [1 vs. 4] the warriors fail to notice and engage the golem. Atla, suddenly bursts out of the fog, finding himself in the middle of a small camp.

Juba Freedmen

Check the huts and remain hidden, keep my hands near my weapons.

Juba steps into the nearest hut and looks around [3] he begins pocketing a few coins when he hears something growl behind him...


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Lost in a forest
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: 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; Sack
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Heavy 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: Somewhere
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: Attempting to climb the stone wall
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; Strained Left Arm
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; Dirty Sock
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 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: In the camp 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: 8 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Parsely]

Look around the camp and see if anyone is lurking about. Loot everything immediately in sight if I can't see any people wandering about. Ready my spear for a good toss should the need arise.

[Dermonster]

Well get to it then.

[Xantalos]

Inspect self. If wounded, fix. If not, explain that it's just my insurance policy and repeat my query for information regarding location, brief description of recent troubles and who I'd talk to about that. Basically,

Groz will reply, "Why I'm me of course! No harm to you, and you are you of course! Merchants or something. Where am I, incidentally? Also preferred would be a short description of the land's history and any recent troubles and who I'd talk to about that. That's what nonadventurers do, right?