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[mesor]

Continue trying to disable the dog.

(( Well I'm dead next turn, this hound never rolls below a bloody 4 on it's dodges so I can't even touch the bloody thing it's luck for evasions is insane. ))

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will now gut the Mage like the pig he is.

[Urist McBeanie]

@Groz Talvor: "And who pointed you to me?"

[Xantalos]

"An innocent merchantman who claims a guard took his wares. May I see your face, please? I have negotiation to do."

[Urist McBeanie]

@Groz Talvor: "You'd best ignore this merchant and everything he has to say. He's well known to be a liar. Yes, I seized his wares... because he stole them."

[Xantalos]

"Truth be told, I expected that to be the case. Who did he steal them from, pray tell?
 
Cast a lie-detection spell while we're talking.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Camp out. Don't light a fire. Prepare to ambush the bandits at night.

"These dogs don't deserve honor."

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 30

Derm

"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?"

"That sounds quite impressive! What is this Tamriel or Skyrim you speak of, I've never heard of it?"

Atla

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.

Atla examines the scroll, he's never seen this kind of writing before and places the trinkets into his Jewels/Gems/Gold compartment. Atla then heads to the next tent, [3] The tent appears to be deserted. Only the final, and largest tent remains unchecked.

Juba Freedmen

Continue trying to disable the dog.

(( Well I'm dead next turn, this hound never rolls below a bloody 4 on it's dodges so I can't even touch the bloody thing it's luck for evasions is insane. ))

[5] Juba escapes the hell hound's grip and [4+3=7 vs. 3+2=5] [6+2=8 vs. 2] whaps it on the side of the head with the flat of his blade, the hell hound is knocked to the ground unconscious.

Falvich

Falvich will now gut the Mage like the pig he is.

Falvich [5] leaps over the counter and thrusts his daggers at the mage [2+2+1=5 vs. 4] [1+1+1=3 vs. 2] the daggers slices into the mage's belly but doesn't go deep enough to do anything vital. [4] The mage conjures up another lightning bolt and [4 vs. 1] shoves his hands against Falvich's chest [3 vs. 6] The blast dissipates before doing any damage.

Groz Talvor

"Truth be told, I expected that to be the case. Who did he steal them from, pray tell?
 
Cast a lie-detection spell while we're talking.

Groz casts a lie detection spell and asks, "Truth be told, I expected that to be the case. Who did he steal them from, pray tell?"
"I don't know, I've been trying to find out but he keeps sending lackeys like you that interfere with my work." Groz senses nothing.

Gweg Kenson

Camp out. Don't light a fire. Prepare to ambush the bandits at night.

"These dogs don't deserve honor."

Gweg settles down, gathering his equipment and waiting for night to come.

The sun has set...

((Anyone wondering why Juba's turn was rerolled, basically we had a conversation via PM and resolved a few issues with what had been happening.))

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: Bleeding to death on the grass
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; Scroll
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: 23 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

 This will be made more detailed once all current enemies are dead.
Hell Hound
A demonic hound serving Vemalaaz. Unconcious

Mage
A magic shop owner attempting to kill Falvich. Light Bleeding

Spoiler: NPCs (click to show/hide)

None at the moment.

[mesor]

Tear long strips from my clothing and use the remnants of the rope used to bind it legs and mouth so tightly and securely it can not get free, then carry it while I head in a straight line towards the sun searching for a town or a source of food and water, attempt to use my magic to calm myself as I go, don't forget to collect my neck armor and put it back in place.

(( Sorry I'll be more specific with my moves from now on and also, YES IT'S ABOUT DAMNED TIME i GOT THE LUCKY ROLL NOT THE DAMNED DOG. ))

[Dermonster]

"Ah! Skyrim is a country in Tamriel, which is a continent located on the planet Nirn, in the plane of Mundus. There are quite a lot of intelligent races, including the Khajiit and Argonians, cats and lizards that walk like men. I rather suspect that, seeing as I've never heard of Harraspor, this means that I'm on a different, unknown continent. Or planet. Or plane of existence. You wouldn't happen to be lorded over by a Daedra, would you? Usually a big black and red spikey fellow, tends to be inscrutable and more or less chaotic evil?"

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will slash the Mage's throats with both daggers.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Wait a little longer, then incapacitate the sentries.
Lethally, if needed.

[Xantalos]

"Well, my apologies for interfering in your work, mister guard. Could I offer you my services? I only ask that I get my pick of two items of merchandise when we get them. If I like them, that is. If it's just money and such, I'll just take a standard merc reward and go."

[Urist McBeanie]

@Groz Talvor: "And what exactly do you have to offer that I don't already have access to?"

[Xantalos]

"Magic."