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[Parsely]

((Gods there were a lot of people to keep track of. I'm a little confused. Who is left?))

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will check the book on the desk, and then proceed to examine the shelves...Hopefully these tomes will be in order!

[Urist McBeanie]

((You haven't really been able to tell who it is under the tent you have killed because, you can't see through tents, as for the ones that got out, you were too preoccupied smashing heads to examine/find out who they were.)) There are about ten moving figures left under the tent ((exact amount is unknown)), and 6 people have escaped.

[Parsely]

Tell Hans to help me slaughter the remaining soldiers in the tent.

[Onyxjew944]

Xarius stands up. Wait, where's Chuckles? Xarius tries to summon his familiar. If he has time after that, look around.

((I kind of forgot this bit during the backstory. Chuckles is a rabbit of about 3:4 in size compared to a basic rabbit, so six inches long, two wide, four tall not counting ears. His form is constant but the edges seem to flicker. His entire body is midnight black, but his eyes are a pale pink. He has as much impact on events as a cheerleader has on the score of a sports game. Basically all he does is sit on Xarius's shoulder, it's sentimental value. Your first time torturing someone to madness then trapping their soul in a physical form and bending it to your will was a memory Xarius wanted to cherish.))

[Xantalos]

"Best get going then; I'm late!"
Turns to the merchant.
"Oh, and if you happen to come across any other useful bits of information, bring them to me. I suspect if you turn to smuggling again my hooded friend here will kill you. Good day."
Groz and Hood will go wait in ambush positions behind the tavern what the merchant named.

[GreatWyrmGold]

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

[Urist McBeanie]

((There were only two tents, the first was empty and you just killed the occupant of the second))

[TacticalUnicorn]

Attempt to kill the deer. Skin and butcher it, then observe my surroundings with my eyes and ears.

[mesor]

Sit down, check the dogs bindings are secure then using strips of clothing bind all 4 legs together and lay the dog on it's back. Once done wake up the dog then attempt to use magic to influence it's mind and make it loyal to me.

[GreatWyrmGold]

.

((There were only two tents, the first was empty and you just killed the occupant of the second))

Oh.

Loot the oddly small camp. Cut off the bandits' heads to prove I killed them.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 38

Derm

"Hah!"

Finish them!

Derm fires a shot at another horseman [5+1=6 vs. 6+1=7] but it flies past him as the rider turns his horse to Derm who is all alone beside the caravan. The swordsman and spearman on the hill [6+1=7 vs. 1+1=2] [5+1=6 vs. 2+1=3] [4+1=5 vs. 3+1=4] [6+1=7 vs. 1+1=2] slaughter the horseman and hurry over to try to treat the wounded archer. The horseman riding towards Derm swings for his head as he passes by but misses as Derm spins and fires again [5+1=6 vs. 2+1=3] [4+2=6 vs. 3+1=4] The shot connects with his back and he falls off his horse coughing up blood as his impact drives the arrow further into his chest.

Falvich

Falvich will check the book on the desk, and then proceed to examine the shelves...Hopefully these tomes will be in order!

Falvich checks the book, he grabs it and flips through the pages, the writing is illegible so he sets it down and checks out the bookshelves. They both extend upwards a few hundred feet. You see no way they could possibly fit so low underground. You surmise it to be an enchantment of some kind and examine a few of the books. It seems they are all lined up at random and many seem to be in long forgotten languages.

Atla

Tell Hans to help me slaughter the remaining soldiers in the tent.

Atla and Hans continue to pummel the sheet until it stops moving. No one else seems to have escaped.

Xarius

Xarius stands up. Wait, where's Chuckles? Xarius tries to summon his familiar. If he has time after that, look around.

((I kind of forgot this bit during the backstory. Chuckles is a rabbit of about 3:4 in size compared to a basic rabbit, so six inches long, two wide, four tall not counting ears. His form is constant but the edges seem to flicker. His entire body is midnight black, but his eyes are a pale pink. He has as much impact on events as a cheerleader has on the score of a sports game. Basically all he does is sit on Xarius's shoulder, it's sentimental value. Your first time torturing someone to madness then trapping their soul in a physical form and bending it to your will was a memory Xarius wanted to cherish.))

Xarius conjures up Chuckles and places him on his shoulder while examining the room. He is in a small room measuring about 24x24x24. There is a man, no doubt another prisoner sleeping in the corner. There is a set of steel bars that leads into a dim hallway to one side. The rest of the room is bordered with stone.

Groz Talvor

"Best get going then; I'm late!"
Turns to the merchant.
"Oh, and if you happen to come across any other useful bits of information, bring them to me. I suspect if you turn to smuggling again my hooded friend here will kill you. Good day."
Groz and Hood will go wait in ambush positions behind the tavern what the merchant named.

Groz hurries off in the direction of "Hood" when he reaches the alleyway, he scurries off into a corner, but the hooded dwarf is nowhere to be seen.

Calenmiriel

Attempt to kill the deer. Skin and butcher it, then observe my surroundings with my eyes and ears.

Calenmiriel nocks, then looses an arrow [3+1+1=5] [5+1=6] it's flies straight and true and pierces the deer's head. She hurries over and [6] manages to skin and butcher the corpse without causing any additional damage. She looks around and listens but notices nothing besides the rustling of the trees and the serenity of the forest.

Juba Freedmen

Sit down, check the dogs bindings are secure then using strips of clothing bind all 4 legs together and lay the dog on it's back. Once done wake up the dog then attempt to use magic to influence it's mind and make it loyal to me.

Juba takes a seat and checks it's bindings just as he touches them [1] they crumble into nothing, [5] but the dog is still unconcious. [6] Juba quickly and efficiently rips apart his torn clothing and binds the dogs legs and lays it on it's back. Once he finishes he shakes the dog around a bit [2] but it doesn't wake up.

Gweg Kenson

Oh.

Loot the oddly small camp. Cut off the bandits' heads to prove I killed them.

Just as Gweg heads over to the first tent [1] he hears a cry as 9 more bandits come sprinting out of the cave from before.


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: 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; Very Heavy Bleeding
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

[Xantalos]

Wait until the smuggler gets there, then break his limbs with magic and nicely ask him where he keeps his stash of items.

[mesor]

Continue to try wake the dog, once it is awake attempt to tame it, use magic to assist by influencing the dogs mind and making it loyal to me.

[TacticalUnicorn]

Collect the arrow from the body, the meat and hide, as well as the antlers if it had any and put it away. Look for the clearest path through the woods and follow it, keeping to the shadows cast by the moon.