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[GreatWyrmGold]

Reach the bandit camp.
Stealthily.

[Dermonster]

"Ho there! Are you the fellows looking for another for the journey to..." *snap snap* "What was it, Harraspor?"

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will draw his blades, and ask one final time: "Do I gut you here, or do you leave immediately? The choice is yours."

[Urist McBeanie]

@Derm: "Indeed! Will you be accompanying us?"

[Dermonster]

"Oh yes. Whats the pay, first thing? And what all is there to be expected on the trail?"

[Urist McBeanie]

@Derm: "The road should be clear of anything, you're just a precaution." The man smiles, "The pay is 80 gold coins upon arrival at Harraspor's gates."

[Dermonster]

"Sounds good! When do we leave?"
Travel time!

[Urist McBeanie]

@Derm: "We were actually just waiting for one more guard. We'll set off immediately!"

[Xantalos]

"Greetings, bearded sir! Might i trouble you to remove that hood so i can see your face?"

[Parsely]

Have Hans touch and hold each object on the table in turn for a few moments to check to for physical traps, then sweep for hostile magics myself. Once satisfied, have Hans open the scroll before handing it to me to read.

[Urist McBeanie]

@Groz Talvor: "No."

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 29

Juba Freedmen

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

[3 vs. 5+2=7] Juba lunges again but the hound continues to evade him. The hellhound lunges for his throat once more [6 vs. 3] [5 vs. 3] the hound bulls Juba over and locks his teeth into his throat. Juba [6-1=5 vs. 6+2=8] swings at the hellhound, but is too disoriented to hit anything. ((Juba is bleeding lightly right now, but if the hound is able to make another attack successfully, consider his throat gone))

Gweg Kenson

Reach the bandit camp.
Stealthily.

Gweg hurries along until he predicts he is about 1 mile away, and begins to sneak toward the camp. In the distance approximately 1500 feet away he spots the camp just as the sun begins to set.

Falvich

Falvich will draw his blades, and ask one final time: "Do I gut you here, or do you leave immediately? The choice is yours."

Falvich draws his blades but the mage is no longer listening to what he is saying, [5 vs. 6] the mage flings a bolt of lightning at Falvich, but he artfully dodges out of the way.

Derm

"Sounds good! When do we leave?"
Travel time!

Derm sets off with the caravan at sunset. ((Because some of these turns will basically be filler to keep all of the players' times relatively in sync, talking will be a turn for you. Is that okay?)) One of the other guards draws near him and asks, "So, where do you hail from friend?"

Atla

Have Hans touch and hold each object on the table in turn for a few moments to check to for physical traps, then sweep for hostile magics myself. Once satisfied, have Hans open the scroll before handing it to me to read.

Hans touches all of the objects on the table, [4] nothing seems to occur, so he grabs the scroll and opens it. Several moments later, he hands it to Atla to read. The writing is in some language you do not understand. Several arcane, but unrecognizable symbols seem to twist and writhe on the parchment.

Groz Talvor        ((Sorry, I wrote the entire turn before I noticed you only had dialogue))

"Greetings, bearded sir! Might i trouble you to remove that hood so i can see your face?"

[1] "No."


The sun is setting...


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; Tower Shield; 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: Light Bleeding
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: 22 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Dermonster]

"Oh, I come from a far away place called Tamriel. Very large continent surrounded by ocean, divided into, say, nine countries. I used to live in Skyrim, snowy country in the north, underground in the city of Blackreach! The capital of the Dwemer in that particular area. We had an artificial sun powered by a dragon, did you know?"

[Xantalos]

"Pleeeease? I just need to see if you're a certain guard I got pointed to."

[Parsely]

Try my best to translate the scroll, then stow it and all the baubles on the table in my inventory and move on to the next tent. Same tactics.