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[Xantalos]

((Holy posting, Batman!))
"Now, now, I didn't know we were allowed to threaten the lives of the sheep. If so, this will make it much more interesting. Groz turns to address the merchant.
But you should probably do as he says. If you don't, he'll probably cut your throat from the look of it, and I won't do much; just turn your blood to acid so it corrodes you from the inside out and you die lying facedown in a pool of your own acidic blood, sreaming as my friend here holds your face down into the blood and your flesh is stripped away and you die in horrible agony. Then I'll raise your corpse and use it as a toilet for a year, then practice my combat spells on it. Then I'll probably contact a god, say you blasphemed, and send you into eternal torment.
Or you could just tell us where you got the merchandise."
Groz smiles pleasantly.
"Your choice."
 
 

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will cast a minor light enchantment on one of his daggers. Temporary, of course; - Just to make it glow, to lighten the room.

[Parsely]

Summon as many earth golems as I can/the largest earth golem I can within the tent from the ground beneath their feet. Once that has been done, collapse the tent on them and bash and stab it with Hans until everything beneath it stops moving.

[Dermonster]

Fire until they come right up to us, then flip the gun backwards and whack one right off their horse.

Then fire again while he's down.

[mesor]

Follow the road in to town, keep checking to make sure demon Fido is still out cold.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Sneak into a tent.
Kill whoever is inside.
Repeat until discovered.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 36

Groz Talvor

((Holy posting, Batman!))
"Now, now, I didn't know we were allowed to threaten the lives of the sheep. If so, this will make it much more interesting. Groz turns to address the merchant.
But you should probably do as he says. If you don't, he'll probably cut your throat from the look of it, and I won't do much; just turn your blood to acid so it corrodes you from the inside out and you die lying facedown in a pool of your own acidic blood, sreaming as my friend here holds your face down into the blood and your flesh is stripped away and you die in horrible agony. Then I'll raise your corpse and use it as a toilet for a year, then practice my combat spells on it. Then I'll probably contact a god, say you blasphemed, and send you into eternal torment.
Or you could just tell us where you got the merchandise."
Groz smiles pleasantly.
"Your choice."

The horrified look on the merchant's face swiftly leaves as he starts talking as fast as he can, "I got it from a smuggler who comes to the city every week he told me no one could find out but, clearly that didn't work! That's all I know, please let me go! I'm just a poor merchant who needed some extra income!"

Falvich

Falvich will cast a minor light enchantment on one of his daggers. Temporary, of course; - Just to make it glow, to lighten the room.

[4] Falvich manages to light up one of his daggers. (It should last 3-4 turns) Lighting up the room, he looks around, on one side of the room lies a row of bookshelves. on the opposite, more bookshelves, to his right, a long table and to his left is a peculiar stone wall he can't place what makes it odd though.

Atla

Summon as many earth golems as I can/the largest earth golem I can within the tent from the ground beneath their feet. Once that has been done, collapse the tent on them and bash and stab it with Hans until everything beneath it stops moving.

[3] Atla summons the largest earth golem he can under the table, it quickly grows in size and the table breaks as the surrounding men stumble backward to avoid it's growth. [5] Atla then hurries to each corner of the tent slashing the ropes keeping it in place. The tent collapses. and Atla and Hans jump on top of the tent [1] seeing as the tent is still moving wildly due to whatever is happening down there Atla and Hans slip and fall, but they each here something crack underneath them. 2 soldiers wriggle free and run off into the night.

Derm

Fire until they come right up to us, then flip the gun backwards and whack one right off their horse.

Then fire again while he's down.

Derm fires [3+1=4 vs. 6+1=7] But the shot flies past his target's left shoulder before quickly dissipating. The archer runs off to reach a high point, the man with the spear braces it on the ground in the path of one of the enemy horsemen. The swordsman prepares to swing for the nearest passing horseman. Derm flips his Harquebus and swings it for the nearest horseman [6 vs. 4+1=5] [4 vs. 2] The horseman falls back and Derm puts his Harquebus against the fallen horseman's head and takes a shot. [3+3=6 vs. 6-3=3] His head explodes in a gory mess of brain matter and blood. One of the archers fires an arrow aiming at an enemy's head [1+1=2 vs. 3+1=4] Though the arrow misses. The braced spearman's spear shatters as it impales the horseman in the chest, he flies backward with a wail as he lands on the ground. The swordsman swings for the nearest horseman [5+1=6 vs. 2+1=3] [5+2=7 vs. 5+1=6] The blow does indeed knock him off his horse. So the swordsman lunges forward and stabs him through the chest. ((By the way, unimportant characters' deaths are not added to the casualties section on the bottom of the post.))

Horsemen's Initial Charge
Horseman
@Derm [4-2-1=1 vs. 2] The heavily bleeding horseman leans down and lashes out at Derm but miscalculates and misses entirely.
Horseman
@Spearman [4-2-1=1 vs. 6] The heavily bleeding horseman leans down and swings wildly at the spearman but misses as well.
Horseman
@Swordsman [5-2=3 vs. 1] [2+2 vs. 5+1] The swing merely tears up the swordsman armor a little bit.
Horseman
@Derm [2-2=0 vs. 3] The swing misses as the horseman crashes into the caravan and collapses to the ground under his horse.
Horseman
@Archer The horseman rides up the hill towards the archer.

Juba Freedman

Follow the road in to town, keep checking to make sure demon Fido is still out cold.

Juba follows the road for a few hours but fails to spot any signs of a town. The hellhound is twitching a little bit.

Gweg Kenson

Sneak into a tent.
Kill whoever is inside.
Repeat until discovered.

Gweg sneaks into the first tent out of two and [5] slashes the bandits' throat. He exits and heads into the other [1] Gweg somehow manages to bury his sword in the ground beside the bandit who quickly stands and unsheathes his sword.

Also, I've been thinking about adding a couple more players. Would everyone be fine with that?

Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Inside the mage's shop's cellar
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; Pack
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health: Zapped
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: At the camp fire in the bandit camp
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: Conversing with Threatening the 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: Accompanying the 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: On a well traveled cobble road
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: 28 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Name: N/A
Location: Carried by Juba Freedmen
Race: Hell Hound
Gender: Male
Traits: Agile
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: N/A
Alignment: Chaotic
Health: Unconcious; Bound
Backstory: N/A

Name: Horseman
Location: Riding toward the caravan
Race: Unidentified
Gender: Unidentified
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Bandits
Equipment:
Alignment: That Depends on How You Look At It.
Health: Heavy Bleeding
Backstory: N/A

Name: Footman
Location: Running/Limping toward the caravan
Race: Unidentified
Gender: Unidentified
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Bandits
Equipment:
Alignment: That Depends on How You Look At It.
Health: Fracture
Backstory: N/A

Name: Horseman
Location: Riding toward the caravan
Race: Unidentified
Gender: Unidentified
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Bandits
Equipment:
Alignment: That Depends on How You Look At It.
Health: Partially Deaf; Heavy Bleeding
Backstory: N/A

Name: Horseman
Location: Riding toward the caravan
Race: Unidentified
Gender: Unidentified
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Bandits
Equipment:
Alignment: That Depends on How You Look At It.
Health: Light Bleeding; Pinned Under A Horse
Backstory: N/A

Name: Horseman
Location: Riding toward the caravan
Race: Unidentified
Gender: Unidentified
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Bandits
Equipment:
Alignment: That Depends on How You Look At It.
Health: N/A
Backstory: N/A

Name: Horseman
Location: Riding toward the caravan
Race: Unidentified
Gender: Unidentified
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Bandits
Equipment:
Alignment: That Depends on How You Look At It.
Health: N/A
Backstory: N/A

Spoiler: NPCs (click to show/hide)

Name: Hooded Dwarf...
Location: Standing in front of the merchant
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Traits: Visually Threatening
Occupation/Role: Guard
Equipment:
Alignment:
Health: Fine; Scar; Blind In One Eye
Backstory: N/A

Spoiler: Casualties (click to show/hide)

Name: N/A
Location and Killer: In the magic shop by Falvich
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Mage
Equipment: Robes
Alignment:
Cause of Death: Throat slashed by daggers; Face cut open; Blood Loss
Backstory: N/A

[Dermonster]

"You fellows aren't very good at this, are you?"

There aren't actually very many ways to spice up the action of 'Keep shooting till shits dead'.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will loot the bookshelves! There must be magical tomes there, to learn more magic from!

[GreatWyrmGold]

((Go ahead.))
Try to remove sword. Kill the bandit with whatever is in my hand(s) at that point. If nothing's in my hands, grab the bandit and kill him with that. Or punch him, something lethal.

[Xantalos]

"Name? Location he arrives? Any soldiers with him? Info. Now."
Turn to guard.
"I've decided to help you a while longer, friend. We'll find this smuggler, perhaps take care of him, and then perhaps you could take me to the lord of the city as a favor?"

[mesor]

(( Wow my luck sucks at finding towns....
I'm good with more players. ))

Use magic to put the dog fully to sleep again, continue following river to find a town.

[Parsely]

((I'm fine with more players.))
Finish off anyone who is still alive under the tent. Tell Hans to see if he can track down those soldiers before they get too far, and to come back if he can't catch up to and kill them within a mile or two.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 37

Derm

"You fellows aren't very good at this, are you?"

There aren't actually very many ways to spice up the action of 'Keep shooting till shits dead'.

[6+1=7 vs. 4+1=5] [6+2=8 vs. 2+1=3] Derm fires and hits the horseman with an arrow in his chest. The man falls from his horse unmoving. The [2] horseman pinned behind him flails and fails to do anything as Derm lines up a shot and fires [1+1+3=5 vs. 3-3=0] blowing his head apart. The spearman unsheathes his short sword and runs up the hill to assist the archer. As he does so, another horseman rides up on him. The spearman turns and stabs at him with his shortsword [1 vs. 5+1=6] but the horseman rides right by towards the archer, but is stopped when he looses an arrow at the horseman's head, [6+1=7 vs. 1+1=2] [5+1+1=7 vs. 1+1=2] the arrow pierces the horseman's skull and he slumps against his horse. The swordsman lashes out at a passing horseman [5+1=6 vs. 5+1=6] [4+1=5 vs. 4+1=5] the blade nicks his horse but nothing more. The man with a fractured leg moves toward the caravan as fast as possible but stumbles and falls to the ground. The other horseman charging at the archer swings at him [4 vs. 2] [4+2+1=7 vs. 3] and lops off his arm.

Falvich

Falvich will loot the bookshelves! There must be magical tomes there, to learn more magic from!

Falvich hurries over to the bookshelves and grabs the first book he sees, [6] suddenly the bookshelf swings around bringing Falvich with it and he finds himself in a different room. It is lit in the center by a hovering crystal, the walls, lined with thousands of different books of many various shapes, colors, and sizes. In one corner of the room is a small wooden chair with another book atop it.

Gweg Kenson

((Go ahead.))
Try to remove sword. Kill the bandit with whatever is in my hand(s) at that point. If nothing's in my hands, grab the bandit and kill him with that. Or punch him, something lethal.

Gweg yanks on the sword [4] and it pops out and he immediately swings the sword around [6+1=7 vs. 2] [6+2=8 vs. 3-1=2] shearing his head from his shoulders.

Groz Talvor

"Name? Location he arrives? Any soldiers with him? Info. Now."
Turn to guard.
"I've decided to help you a while longer, friend. We'll find this smuggler, perhaps take care of him, and then perhaps you could take me to the lord of the city as a favor?"

"He, uh.... he should be here tonight. I don't know about any guards. If they're there I've never seen any. He usually waits behind the Golden Fig Tavern." Groz turns to the hooded dwarf, and asks "I've decided to help you a while longer, friend. We'll find this smuggler, perhaps take care of him, and then perhaps you could take me to the lord of the city as a favor?" the dwarf grunts and turns around heading down the street.

Juba Freedmen

(( Wow my luck sucks at finding towns....
I'm good with more players. ))

Use magic to put the dog fully to sleep again, continue following river to find a town.

[6-1=5] Juba believes he has put the dog to sleep and continues along the river looking for signs of civilization. Eventually, the road begins heading up a large mountain. On one side of the path he can see a small hole in the rock.

Atla

((I'm fine with more players.))
Finish off anyone who is still alive under the tent. Tell Hans to see if he can track down those soldiers before they get too far, and to come back if he can't catch up to and kill them within a mile or two.

6 guards wriggle free as Atla slaughters 6 more. There seem to be approximately ten figures left. Hans runs off to chase the eight fleeing men. He manages to catch two of them and bash their skulls in but the rest make it away. So Hans returns to Atla.

Xarius
Xarius awakes in a small room measuring about 24x24x24. A man sits in the corner sleeping as well. To one side is a set of steel bars. The rest is all cold hard stone.

Calenmiriel
Calenmiriel drops into a hunter's stance as the deer stops in a small clearing and begins to eat a few nearby flowers.


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Inside the mage's shop's cellar
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; Pack
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health: Zapped
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: At the camp fire in the bandit camp
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: Conversing with Threatening the 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: Accompanying the 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: On a well traveled cobble road
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: 30 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

Spoiler: Xarius (click to show/hide)

User: Onyxjew944
Name: Xarius
Location: In Prison
Race: Minotaur
Gender: Male
Traits: Quick on His Feet; Squishy Wizard
Occupation/Role: Outcast
Equipment: Prisoner's Rags
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (May or may not develop to Evil)
Magic: Necromancy
Appearance: Six feet, four inches in height. Relatively small for a Minotaur. Brown fur that he has dyed with coal dust to a mottled gray. He is missing his left horn. 
Age: Forty-five. Roughly nineteen in human years.
Backstory: Always a curious youth, Xarius found himself in a library or obscure ruin more often than working in a forge or doing battle with other tribes. This was a great dishonor to his father who barely tolerated him as is, being as his other brothers grew to be what his father wanted. He was exiled from his tribe at age twenty once he discovered the secrets of live and death and chose to delve into this dark world, chopping off his own horn in the process to be used as a reagent. He was always a target of his more strong and athletic kin, and had to learn to hide and run to avoid broken bones and daily torment. He was captured by King Kemar's soldiers trying to break into a tomb for research, his conscription was his prison sentence.

Spoiler: Calenmiriel (click to show/hide)

User: TacticalUnicorn
Name: Calenmiriel
Location: In the woods
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Female
Traits: Experienced Huntress; She-Elf
Occupation/Role: Self Employed to make a few coins here and there, otherwise just a lone elf in the woods.
Equipment: Bow; 16 Arrows; Green Tunic; Leather Trousers; Black Gloves; Leather Boots
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: She is 5 feet tall, and weighs only 105 pounds. She has long, messy brown hair seeing as it isn't usually washed. She would have a fair face if it weren't usually dirty. Her eyes are a deep green color.
Age: 167
Backstory: Ever since she was a child, Calenmiriel has been solitary and indifferent. She never agreed with the petty, peace-keeper attitude, nor the snobby, higher-being attitude of her kin. She was quickly bored of their ancient traditions and lifestyles and when she was old enough to take care of herself and became disruptive of the elven community she was apart of, she left, seeking adventure and solitude. Living on her own for such a long time she doesn't talk much, besides with the animals, and lacks social skills with other humanoids. Her timidity and reclusive behavior, also gives her a jumpy, somewhat unpredictable attitude that can be seen as threatening.

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Name: N/A
Location: Carried by Juba Freedmen
Race: Hell Hound
Gender: Male
Traits: Agile
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: N/A
Alignment: Chaotic
Health: Unconcious; Bound
Backstory: N/A

Name: Footman
Location: Running/Limping toward the caravan
Race: Unidentified
Gender: Unidentified
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Bandits
Equipment:
Alignment: That Depends on How You Look At It.
Health: Fracture
Backstory: N/A

Name: Horseman
Location: Riding toward the caravan
Race: Unidentified
Gender: Unidentified
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Bandits
Equipment:
Alignment: That Depends on How You Look At It.
Health: Partially Deaf; Heavy Bleeding
Backstory: N/A

Name: Horseman
Location: Riding toward the caravan
Race: Unidentified
Gender: Unidentified
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Bandits
Equipment:
Alignment: That Depends on How You Look At It.
Health: N/A
Backstory: N/A

Spoiler: NPCs (click to show/hide)

Name: Hooded Dwarf...
Location: Standing in front of the merchant
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Traits: Visually Threatening
Occupation/Role: Guard
Equipment:
Alignment:
Health: Fine; Scar; Blind In One Eye
Backstory: N/A

Spoiler: Casualties (click to show/hide)

Name: N/A
Location and Killer: In the magic shop by Falvich
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Mage
Equipment: Robes
Alignment:
Cause of Death: Throat slashed by daggers; Face cut open; Blood Loss
Backstory: N/A

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