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[Yoink]

((Classy, derm. *applauds* ))

[Caerwyn]

Aren't Dwemer tall, white-haired and...Elfy? I keep forgetting!

Falvich will ask the shop-keeper if he can see the..."Specially reserved" wares.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 27

Juba Freedmen

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.

[2-1=1 vs. 4+2=6] From Juba's downed position, the hell hound is easily able to evade his futile attempts to attack. [4 vs. 3-1=2] The hound leaps onto Juba once more and attempts to bite his throat [4 vs. 6-1=5] Juba lucks out once again and his throat remains intact. Juba swings [2-1=1 vs. 6+2=8] for the hound's head but it dodges out of the way and attacks once more [3 vs. 5-1=4] The hound's tooth snags in one of the links of the chain and pulls off most of the chain links surrounding Juba's throat.

Derm

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

Derm looks around and [4] discovers a map nearby. There seems to be most things that would be expected of a city this size. A blacksmith, mage's shop, barracks, pawn shop, town square, message board, etc. But no scrapyard. Derm decides to go to the town square's message board to look for information. [4] He's in luck! They're looking for one more person to protect the caravan.

Gweg Kenson

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.

Gweg finds a nearby sheet of paper and copies down the info, then he goes to the barracks and briefly acknowledges the dwarf at the front door, he avoids the encounter and asks another guard for his weapons, the guard from before comes of the side door. [3] "Erm... I'm going to have to ask that you exit the gates, then your weapons will be returned to you."

Groz Talvor

"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."

[2] "Of course, and on who's authority?" ((Remember talking is no longer an action. You can chat as long as you want then choose your action once the conversation is over.))

Atla

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.

Atla doesn't detect anything, though that doesn't mean nothing is there. So he orders Hans to open the scroll, [3] there's a small shower of sparks and a note pops out, nothing more, perhaps it was just meant to ward off any fools who thought it would be a good idea to read it. Atla retreives the note and scroll and begins to read the note.
Arch Mage Garreth,
It has come to my attention that a certain scroll has come into your position that may be of interest to me and my subordinates, I would ask that you please provide me with it in exchange for the accompanying scroll. Do we have a deal?

Signed, Vemalaaz

Falvich

Falvich will ask the shop-keeper if he can see the..."Specially reserved" wares.

  Falvich asks the shop keeper, "Hey, where are your, Specially reserved wares?" [1] Visibly startled by Flavich, the mage spins, "What are you talking about, elf! You think I am some black market dealer?!?! Or is that what you had hoped, Spawn of Vemalaaz?!?! Hoping to learn my secrets?!!!!?! Do you wish to steal from me?!???! HMMMMMMM!?!!?!?"


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Inside the mage's 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: Outside the barracks
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: At the message board.
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: 20 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Parsely]

Keep an eye out for scrolls Hans old buddy. Move on to the next tent, using our strategy of bait and switch until we encounter something useful, conspicuous, dangerous, or alive.

[mesor]

(( Uhm why do I have a -1 to attacking? ))

Get up and cripple the damned dog.

[Urist McBeanie]

((Because you're on the ground flat on your back... it's sort of difficult to fight with no leverage.))

[mesor]

(( Dunno against a dog you could catch it's legs easier from the ground then standing up. This damned dog is annoying me every dodge it rolls is high even without the bonus. ))

[Dermonster]

Go apply for caravan duty.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Fair enough."

Head to the gate with the guard carrying my gear. Exit gate, retrieve gear, bid the guard good day and head for the bandits.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will mutter

"I know about the incident. We know about it. If you want to keep every limb on your body intact, I highly suggest that you give Our agencies...A bit of lee-way. We don't forgive twice.

[Xantalos]

((I know; my action depends on the conversation result.))
"One of your noble citizenry, hoping the guard of this ... city would protect them, was instead robbed of his wares in broad daylight. I think. Anyway, I just need to talk to a guard with a beard and a scar over his blind white eye."

[Urist McBeanie]

"Fine... go ahead in, We don't have the time to find him for you."

[Xantalos]

"Ah, time, always opening one door or another."
Go into the guardshouse, look for the guard.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 28

Atla

Keep an eye out for scrolls Hans old buddy. Move on to the next tent, using our strategy of bait and switch until we encounter something useful, conspicuous, dangerous, or alive.

Atla, heads into the next tent, [6] immediately inside, there is a table, a scroll on top of it alongside a few other shiny trinkets.

Juba Freedmen

(( Uhm why do I have a -1 to attacking? ))

Get up and cripple the damned dog.

Juba begins to stand and the hellhound attacks, [2 vs. 1-1=0] [5 vs. 4+1=5] The hound scrapes Juba's boot but is not damaged significantly. Juba [5 vs. 4+2=6] stomps where the dog's leg was a few moments ago. The hound lunges for Juba's throat once more [4 vs. 5] but Juba steps out of the way.

Derm

Go apply for caravan duty.

Derm checks the address on the sheet and heads off toward the town's east gate. Eventually he comes across a covered wagon surrounded by 3 armed men and another clothed in a gaudy tunic, this looks to be the caravan Derm is looking for.

Gweg Kenson

"Fair enough."

Head to the gate with the guard carrying my gear. Exit gate, retrieve gear, bid the guard good day and head for the bandits.

Gweg exits the town and turns, the guard tosses his sword and shield to him and Gweg heads for the bandit's camp.

Falvich will mutter

"I know about the incident. We know about it. If you want to keep every limb on your body intact, I highly suggest that you give Our agencies...A bit of lee-way. We don't forgive twice.

[2] "I REFUSE TO NEGOTIATE!" The mage whips his hand around and a bolt a flame strikes Falvich in the chest, the flame dissipates on contact and Falvich remembers his ring.

Groz Talvor

"Ah, time, always opening one door or another."
Go into the guardshouse, look for the guard.

The guards step aside and Groz enters the barracks. [4] Upon entering, he immediately notices a hooded man, with a beard reaching to his waist, the hood conceals the rest of his face.


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Inside the mage's 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 Fire Resist; 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: Outside the town
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: Inside the 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: At the east gate caravan
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: 21 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[mesor]

Continue attacking, shatter it's legs or knock it out.