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[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 24

Juba Freedmen

Look for any animals dead or alive and search for a safe place to rest.

[5] Juba wanders aimlessly away from the camp and eventually comes across a large log. [1 vs. 6] Suddenly, the hound's bindings snap and it falls from your shoulder before whirling around and facing him.

Atla

Tell Hans to watch the door while I check the contents of the chest. Have him smash the lock open if it is in fact locked.

Atla finds the chest is locked so he calls Hans over to smash it [4] The lock is easily broken open and Hans returns to his position at the door. Atla lifts up the heavy lid and inside is a massive collection of jewels, gems, weapons, and armor.

Derm

"Right! Jolly good, Jolly good, now, Where in Tamriel am I? This does not look like Skyrim. Where may I find the closest Dwemer city?"

"Wha... wha... what?!!? What is Tamriel or Skyrim?!?!?. I don't even know what a Dwemer even is!

Gweg Kenson

((Um, let me think...
Would Gweg have thought Falvich had found this town by accident and didn't already know about it? And did he have anyone else to ask?)

Help the old man back into his manor house. Try to find a bed or something to put him in.
An unoccupied bed.

((For the sake of what has already been written, Gweg assumed Falvich had been here before, which he had. And there was no one in the immediate vicinity to answer his question)) Gweg [1] seizes the old man by the throat and drags him into the manor before tossing him on the nearest bed.

Groz Talvor

"Is there a guardshousee around here, then? Somewhere where the guards congregate?"

"Yeah... It's over that way." The merchant points in the direction that the two guards from earlier had ran off to.

Falvich

Uh...

Falvich will try and sell the unidentified dagger, and one of the others, and attempt to purchase anklets that boost the wearer's movements speed and reaction skills?

The merchant inspects the daggers, "I'll give you 93 gold pieces for the two of 'em or you can have these premium quality ankle shackles and 18 gold pieces."


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Inside the town speaking with Gweg
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: 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: Inside the town speaking with Falvich
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword (In Custody); Tower Shield (In Custody); Empty Sack; A Note; Sack
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Fine
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: Speaking with a merchant
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 front of the tower
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 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; 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: Atla (click to show/hide)

User: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Atla
Location: In the camp
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
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: Hans (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans
Location: Guarding Atla in the camp
Race: Golem
Gender: N/A
Traits: Made From Armor
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: 2 Iron Clubs
Alignment: Completely Obedient to Atla
Health: Fine
Age: 17 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Dermonster]

"Oh? Really? Interesting, interesting. I was right, those idiots should not have been playing with the heart of a god. Well then, that explains the chill I got earlier. Anyhoo, rips in the fabric of space and possibly time aside, what planet, country, region/state, city, and street am I on, what is the current temporal state, or as I would call it, 'year month day hour and minuiet' and where can I find the nearest metal scrapyard?"

[Parsely]

Check for traps and hostile enchantments in, around, under, within, and upon the loot, then, if satisfied there is no danger, stuff the jewels and gems in my pockets and check out the new weapons and armour. If I detect danger, have Hans attempt to disarm any physical traps, and disable hostile enchantments myself. One of us should be on the door at all times during the procedure.

[Xantalos]

"Well, I'd best be of then. If you see the guardshousesucked into a horrible dimension of eldritch beings, it was most probably me."
Head in the direction the quest-giver merchant indicated.

[mesor]

Crack it on the head again hard enough to knock it out for hours.

(( This is insane lol I'm knocking it out and it comes around in all of 30 seconds. ))

[GreatWyrmGold]

Head out the door, and try to find work.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will take just the gold...But try and bargain for a bit more? A hundred gold won't even get you an hour at the Saucy Elves Bed, Bath 'n' Bubbles...

[Urist McBeanie]

Accidental Double Post.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 25

Derm

"Oh? Really? Interesting, interesting. I was right, those idiots should not have been playing with the heart of a god. Well then, that explains the chill I got earlier. Anyhoo, rips in the fabric of space and possibly time aside, what planet, country, region/state, city, and street am I on, what is the current temporal state, or as I would call it, 'year month day hour and minuiet' and where can I find the nearest metal scrapyard?"

"Er.... it's uh... the 5563rd day of Sun's Eve, I don't know what the uh... hour or minuiet is... ummmm... and we're in Thandor... please let me go!"

Atla

Check for traps and hostile enchantments in, around, under, within, and upon the loot, then, if satisfied there is no danger, stuff the jewels and gems in my pockets and check out the new weapons and armour. If I detect danger, have Hans attempt to disarm any physical traps, and disable hostile enchantments myself. One of us should be on the door at all times during the procedure.

[4] Atla checks over the chest and loot and finds no obvious dangers so, he stuffs as much jewels, gold, and gems as he can into your compartments ((because you're a construct)) [6] Atla finds a exceptional steel morningstar as well as a steel club and a few assorted breastplates, gauntlets, boots, but there's too much too keep track of, but he does notice a large crucible steel ingot at the bottom of the chest.

Groz Talvor

"Well, I'd best be of then. If you see the guardshousesucked into a horrible dimension of eldritch beings, it was most probably me."
Head in the direction the quest-giver merchant indicated.

Groz heads off in the direction the merchant indicated and soon comes across a large, stone building with two guards at the front both plated in steel and wielding longswords.

Juba Freedmen

Crack it on the head again hard enough to knock it out for hours.

(( This is insane lol I'm knocking it out and it comes around in all of 30 seconds. ))

[2 vs. 2+2-1=3] Juba swings for the creature head and misses. [1 vs. 2] It lunges for Juba but he's able to dodge out of the way.

Gweg Kenson

Head out the door, and try to find work.

Gweg heads out the door and looks around for potential work [5] eventually he comes across a poster on a billboard. It looks to be a wanted poster for some bandits in a nearby forest.

Falvich

Falvich will take just the gold...But try and bargain for a bit more? A hundred gold won't even get you an hour at the Saucy Elves Bed, Bath 'n' Bubbles...

[6] Falvich haggles for an additional 40 gold bringing the total transaction to 133 gold. The pawn-shop owner accepts and the trade is done. And he places it in his sack.


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Inside the pawn-shop
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 Healing?; Sack; Empty Pack
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: Inside the town looking for work
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword (In Custody); Tower Shield (In Custody); Empty Sack; A Note; Sack
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Fine
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: Scouting out the guardhouse/barracks
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 alleyway interrogating a thug
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: Next to a log fighting the hell hound
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; 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: Atla (click to show/hide)

User: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Atla
Location: In the camp
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.
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: Hans (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans
Location: Guarding Atla in the camp
Race: Golem
Gender: N/A
Traits: Made From Armor
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: 2 Iron Clubs
Alignment: Completely Obedient to Atla
Health: Fine
Age: 18 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[mesor]

Bash it on the head, brake it's legs.

[GreatWyrmGold]

If it's an application to be a bandit, report it to the authorities.
If it's an application about killing bandits, thank all gods I know and go apply for the job. Learn where the bandits are and such.

((I was expecting some boring job, but this is great!))

[Dermonster]

"Tut tut, You forgot one detail! Stiiil need to find a scrapyard. You know, large place, where a bunch of, say copper, brass or steel goes, generally has some sort of machinery nearby?"


Why does talking take up an entire turn?

[Parsely]

Take the ingot (crucible ingot? whats that?). Swap Hans' iron clubs for the morningstar and steel club, then see if I can't use the assorted armour to reinforce myself (in lieu of actually wearing better armour, I guess I can just have reinforcements, and better armour can be turned into better reinforcements? Does that make sense?). Use the rest of the metal to make Hans sleeker to improve his manoeuvrability, but without sacrificing his inherent durability. Once that has been done, see what remains in the chest.

[Urist McBeanie]

((dermonster, well I consider it one action, so if you add something else along it then that will happen as well, the reason it's difficult is in conversation, I want to give the player the ability to choose how they respond. I suppose, an alternate way it could be done, is having all conversation through PM and then compiling it in the next turn but... What do you all think?))

((GUNINANRUNIN, Crucible Steel is basically just a kind of steel with no impurities, so it's basically a little better than normal steel))

[Dermonster]

*Blank look*

I meant, why are you making his reply be limited by the turn instead of just ignoring the turn altogether until we're done talking.

I post my bit.

You post NPC.

Repeat until conversation over and I make an action.

Post turn.