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[Caerwyn]

Falvich will head to the local Magician's shop, and browse their reagents, trinkets, potions and scrolls.

[Xantalos]

Go up to the guards, though out of sword range.
"Greetings, fellow meat! Is there a guard in yon stone scaffolding that has a beard and a blind right eye, big scar over it? I have to inform him about something that's come up with one of his sheep."

[Urist McBeanie]

Good point Derm... Well then, I'll wait to post the turn until this is done.

"Well, the n... nearest scrapyard I can think of is... uh... it's in... uh... in Harraspor... the desert city... it's ummmm... about thirty miles away..."

[Dermonster]

"Ah, good. Two last things then. First, how might one get to such a city?"

[Urist McBeanie]

"Well, a caravan goes there every... um... two weeks I think... or you could walk... with your legs and stuff... you know."

[Dermonster]

"Very well then! Thank you!"

Walk down the alley, pause.

"Oh right. Second thing!"

About face, blow his head off. (Should I get a bonus for having him helpless and terrified?)

"Nobody mugs a Dwemer. Toodles!"

Take his stuff and stroll on down the street. Whistle.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 26

Juba Freedmen

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

[4 vs. 2+2=4] Juba swings at the hound once more but misses again, [3+1=4 vs. 2] the hound lunges forward aiming for Juba's throat [4 vs. 2+2-1=3] the hound misses his throat but bulls him over, knocking him to the ground. [2-1=1 vs. 3+2=5] Juba fails in every way to damage the hound. [3 vs. 1-1=0] The hound pounces on top Juba and lunges for his shin [1 vs 4-1=3] but the teeth fail to get to his skin.

Gweg Kenson

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!))

It's a application about killing bandits, so he checks the location of the commissioner of the notice, noted on the bottom of the poster. It looks to be somewhere nearby... oh... it's that old man's house.

Atla

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.

Atla takes Hans' clubs and sets them down beside the chest, before handing him the morningstar and steel club. Then, [3] taking a few pieces of armor reinforces himself. And helps to rough out Hans. Remaining in the chest is a large scroll.

Falvich

Falvich will head to the local Magician's shop, and browse their reagents, trinkets, potions and scrolls.

Falvich thanks the pawn-shop owner [4] and finds a Mage's Shop nearby. He steps inside and sees the Mage behind the counter examining something, [1] He can't figure out what it is though. He checks some of the shelves and notices a lot of the wares, are actually just scrolls.

Groz Talvor

Go up to the guards, though out of sword range.
"Greetings, fellow meat! Is there a guard in yon stone scaffolding that has a beard and a blind right eye, big scar over it? I have to inform him about something that's come up with one of his sheep."

[1] The guards glance to each other, "What? Guards are strictly prohibited to have sheep. He has some?"

Derm

"Very well then! Thank you!"

Walk down the alley, pause.

"Oh right. Second thing!"

About face, blow his head off. (Should I get a bonus for having him helpless and terrified?)

"Nobody mugs a Dwemer. Toodles!"

Take his stuff and stroll on down the street. Whistle.

Derm begins to exit the alleyway, before turning, "Oh right. Second thing!" Raising his magnetic Harquebus and fires, [4+1=5 vs. 2-3=-1] the thug's head blow apart. ((Yeah the helpless and terrified negative bonus is -3)) Derm strolls over to the corpse once more and grabs the thug's pack, weighing it in his hand, it seems to have a hefty sum of gold inside. Derm turns and heads onto the street. [6] He whistles like he's never whistled before and a man runs over and tosses him a few coins.


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; Thug's Sack
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.; Reinforcement; Crucible Steel Ingot
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; Sleek
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: Steel Club; Steel Morningstar
Alignment: Completely Obedient to Atla
Health: Fine
Age: 19 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[mesor]

Brake the hounds damned legs with the hilts of my swords or my mailed fists, bang it on the head if I get the chance.

[Dermonster]

See what all this caravan to Harraspor business is about. Check out what all is in the city.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Of course.

Find a piece of paper. Copy down the info on the sheet. Head to the guardhouse place to get my sword and shield back. Leave town, find bandits.

[Xantalos]

Brake the hounds damned legs

(Why would you want to stop them?)
Actual action below:
"Are the townsfolk not the sheep, and you the shepards? If you want me to vocalize it in your lingo, there's been a complaint against him and I mean to see if it's true. Is the guard here, perchance, because you just confirmed his existence."

[mesor]

(( I want to tame it but I can't do that while it's trying to kill me and I have healing magic, once I know it won't try to kill me I can fix it's legs again. ))

[Xantalos]

((Spelled break, not brake.))

[Parsely]

(What effects do Hans' traits have exactly?)
See if I can detect any hexes upon the scroll. If there are hostile magics upon the scroll, toss it back in the chest and move on. If there aren't any traps on it, have Hans open the scroll, and if he doesn't explode, thank him, grab it, and read it myself.

[Urist McBeanie]

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