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[Onyxjew944]

'Blast! This would have been so much easier if he had just been dead....'
((Apostrophes meaning internal monologue if accompanied, and muttering if alone.))

"Oh! I was just checking for lice. I'm a doctor, you see. Just woke up. Where am I, exactly?"
((Purple meaning lie.))

Keep up conversation until an opportunity presents itself, then try to drain his strength. Slowly, of course. Imperceptibly, if possible.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 40

Gweg Kenson

Attack the bandit in front of me!
Cut off his head if possible; slash across the chest if not.

[1+1=2 vs. 2] [2+2+1=5 vs. 3] Gweg swings at the bandit with his greatsword and slices his chest. The bandit howls in rage and swings a shortsword [2 vs. 2+1=3] but misses. Gweg swings again [3+1=4 vs. 3] [3+2+1=6 vs. 4] and slashes him across the chest. This time though, he backs away clutching his chest as blood pours down. [4 vs. 5+1=6] [4 vs. 4+1=5] The next two bandits in line swing but Gweg blocks both with his shield.

@ <--This is Gweg
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Calenmiriel

Move through the woods as quickly as possible, keep an eye and ear out for people, roads, towns, camps etc.

[5] Calenmiriel hurries through the woods while keeping low as to remain stealthy. Eventually, she comes across a road, perpendicular to the direction she had gone.

Groz Talvor

Cast a shield that will absorb the kenetic energy of any projectile that contacts it, effectively stopping it, before calling out to the figure from the shadows, using magic to cast my voice so it comes from the shadows opposite me.
"Nice work there. Who might you be?"

[1-1=0] Groz fails to conjure even a sliver of the shield, and attempts to displace his voice as he calls out [2-1=1] His voice comes from the shadow beside him. The figure pulls a lantern off his belt and quickly lights it before checking the shadows. [6 vs. 1] He spots Groz and he realizes it was the hooded dwarf. "It was me, troll-dung. Who else!"

Atla

GTFO.

[6] Atla successfully gets the **** out, running away from the camp.

Juba Freedmen

Draw my sword and keep it ready, attempt to tame the hell hound again, first naturally then if that fails with magic.

Juba draws his sword, [3-1=2] [3-1-1=1] and fails to tame the hellhound by natural and magical means.

Derm

"What's all the fuss about, then?" Investigate!

Derm hurries over to where the archer is lying, his arm is sitting on the ground amidst a large pool of blood. The archer seems to have gone into shock by now and the other two guards are attempting to staunch the bleeding. [1-2=-1] [5-2=3] one of them tears off his cloth tunic's sleeve and wraps it around the archers bicep [4] he ties it as tight as he can and the blood flow slows slightly. The merchant hops out of the caravan and hurries up the hill.

Falvich

Falvich will search for some sort of list, magical or not, detailing what books are kept well! Er, did I say search? I MEANT LOOT, OBVIOUSLY!

In a cabinet beside the chair [2+1=3] Falvich manages to find a list, detailing a few books, these notes seem to have been written by the mage Falvich killed.

        I have found an odd collection contained in the library under my shop. They all seem to have been written by a man named Ilasuig, an odd fellow to say the least. I have written down some information about them below.

An Expose of the Earldoms' Ideological Miracles
This book is of average clarity because of the excellent, well-planned chapters that compensate for a lack of coherent planning. With a bit of reading, it will be revealed that it has no useful information.

The City's Military Chronicles
This book is practically incomprehensible thanks to there being no coherent organization whatsoever. A talented person may be able to derive some understanding from the book and find it is reasonably useful. After a quick examination, one will find that the contents have a few areas of deep insight.

The Sex Life of The Cockatrice
This book is all but impossible to understand mostly due to terrible diagrams. After a considerable effort to figure out what the book is actually trying to saying, one will find it has a lot useful information. Despite its good traits, the contents are less than original.

On the Recent Notables of the Territories
This book is very easy to understand because of extensive references. This clarity allows one to determine that it is reasonably useful.

Essential Dark Arts
This book is muddled. With some work, a person can make sense of the book, which will reveal it has little useful information. At least the contents have moments of intriguing originality.

Most interesting...

Xarius

'Blast! This would have been so much easier if he had just been dead....'
((Apostrophes meaning internal monologue if accompanied, and muttering if alone.))

"Oh! I was just checking for lice. I'm a doctor, you see. Just woke up. Where am I, exactly?"
((Purple meaning lie.))

Keep up conversation until an opportunity presents itself, then try to drain his strength. Slowly, of course. Imperceptibly, if possible.

[2] You chat for a while with the other prisoner but no opportunities arise. He tells you that you are in the prison in a town called Ferovale, it is ruled by Earl Roland, a vassal of King Kemar.

The Sun has risen...

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: In an alley behind "The Golden Fig" tavern
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; Deer Meat; Deer Hide
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; Demon
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: N/A
Alignment: Chaotic
Health: Unconscious; Bound
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]

"I would've thought we were supposed to interrogate the fecker, but I suppose what's done is done. Remember, I get first pick of his valuables."
Search the smuggler and anything he had that could've contained loot. Can't remember if he arrived in a cart, but if so, search that too.
"Also, I'd be much obliged if you could lead me to the lord of the city once we're done here."
(Can you update my location, GM?)

[TacticalUnicorn]

Look up and down the road for anything notable and if I notice something head towards it, off the side of the road in the woods, be sneaky. If I don't see anything, look carefully at the road and look for footprints or wheel tracks, head in the direction that the most recent prints or tracks are heading.

[mesor]

Continue trying.

[Onyxjew944]

Keep waiting for an opportunity. If nothing else, try to burn out his organs, I need the exterior intact.

'It would be oh so convenient if he were to take a piss in the corner about now..... A pox on luck.'

[GreatWyrmGold]

Keep killing bandits.

[Dermonster]

"Push off, let me look at it."

I'm a doctor! *Holds up chainsaw*

[Parsely]

Look around.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will hunt down and read the "On the Recent Notables of the Territories"!

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 41

Groz Talvor

"I would've thought we were supposed to interrogate the fecker, but I suppose what's done is done. Remember, I get first pick of his valuables."
Search the smuggler and anything he had that could've contained loot. Can't remember if he arrived in a cart, but if so, search that too.
"Also, I'd be much obliged if you could lead me to the lord of the city once we're done here."
(Can you update my location, GM?)

[1] Groz checks the smugglers pockets and doesn't find anything useful. He checks the cart [1] and it turns out to be empty. The hooded dwarf checks as well, "A decoy," he mutters. "The smuggler is going to find a different location once he doesn't return," he puts his boot against the corpse and wrenches his axe from the "smuggler's" skull. "And why should I take you to the Earl, when you haven't done anything useful at this point?"

Calenmiriel

Look up and down the road for anything notable and if I notice something head towards it, off the side of the road in the woods, be sneaky. If I don't see anything, look carefully at the road and look for footprints or wheel tracks, head in the direction that the most recent prints or tracks are heading.

[5] Calenmiriel looks up and down the road and notices a wagons tracks, so she heads off in that direction.

Juba Freedmen

Continue trying.

[4-1=3] [4-1=3] Juba fails to tame the hellhound again.

Xarius

Keep waiting for an opportunity. If nothing else, try to burn out his organs, I need the exterior intact.

'It would be oh so convenient if he were to take a piss in the corner about now..... A pox on luck.'

Eventually [4] he spots something of an opportunity and [2] Xarius slowly begins to drain his strength. The other prisoner looks around and yawns.

Gweg Kenson

Keep killing bandits.

[3+1=4 vs. 5] Gweg swings at the bandit to his right but misses as the bandit to his left seizes the opportunity. [4 vs. 4+1=5] But Gweg is able to duck out of the way and counter attacks [2+1=3 vs. 2] [1+1+2=4 vs. 6] But the attack was too slow and merely sliced a bit of fabric off of the bandits tunic. The Bandit attacks [3 vs. 3+1=4] But Gweg avoids the attack as two more bandits step in front of him

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Derm

"Push off, let me look at it."

I'm a doctor! *Holds up chainsaw*

[5] Derm shoves the other guards out of the way. [6+1+1=8] He manages to pull all the bandit's weapons into his arms and creates an arcane chainsaw using Magitechnology. And holds it up.

Atla

Look around.

Atla spots what looks to be a town in the distance.

Falvich

Falvich will hunt down and read the "On the Recent Notables of the Territories"!

[1] Falvich spots the author's name and grabs the book without checking the title, upon opening the book it appears he accidently grabbed The Sex Life of The Cockatrice Falvich is scarred for life.


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: In an alley behind "The Golden Fig" tavern
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; Arcane Chainsaw
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: 34 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; Deer Meat; Deer Hide
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; Demon
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: N/A
Alignment: Chaotic
Health: Unconscious; Bound
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

[Caerwyn]

Falvich, now scarred will go back upstairs and loot the mage's body!

[mesor]

Continue taming.

[Dermonster]

...

I-

Wh-

You have no idea what you're doing, are you?


Practice chainsaw based medicine

[Onyxjew944]

'This is getting me nowhere!'
Try to find a blunt object. If that fails, pry one of the legs off the bed. Proceed to animate it. If that fails, simply beat him over the head with it.

((Well, it's do or die. If I fail those actions, it's a slow death by rape strangulation for Xarius.))