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[Xantalos]

"I overestimated the tact in this city; it appears the modus operandi here is 'you lawbreaker. You die.'
However, this indicates the merchant betrayed my trust. I'm going to have a little talk with him about that. And your senseless killing of this man doesn't have to go to waste! Quick, throw his cloak over yourself and walk off with the cart to where you think the smuggler is; no doubt your guard senses are tingling. I'll accompany you, INTERROGATE the smuggler before we kill him, and I claim my reward, go torch the merchant, and you bring me to the Earl!"

[TacticalUnicorn]

Follow the tracks quickly until I sight it on the horizon, if I reach it within this turn, check my back to make certain nobody is watching before enter the woods to approach and scout the wagon and its accompaniments. 

[Urist McBeanie]

@Groz: "So you think I am incapable of dealing with this myself?"

[Xantalos]

"...keep that up and I'll give you teats. Now, shall we? It would be beneficial for me to help you so we can get this over with faster."

[Urist McBeanie]

@Groz: "Fine, but I make no promises."

[Parsely]

Approach it. Once I reach the outskirts, leave Atla behind and bury him in a shallow hole for safekeeping (unless golems are a common sight in this world, in which case i'll bring him along).

[GreatWyrmGold]

Retreat some again, trying to separate them again.

[Xantalos]

"Very well, my testosteronized friend. Let's go, shall we?"
Proceed with plan.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 42

Falvich

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

Falvich finds his way upstairs and checks the mage's corpse for anything that may be of use. [3+1=4] He finds a note and a small sack inside the robe, as well as a few vials of colorful liquids. The sack is sealed shut but there is nothing to keep it closed, perhaps it is an enchantment.

Juba Freedmen

Continue taming.

[4-1=3] [1-1=0] ((You're getting very unlucky)) Juba fails to tame the hellhound again.

Derm

Practice chainsaw based medicine

[6] He lowers the Arcane Chainsaw and......... shears a long strip of cloth off of the archers tunic and covers the wound? I guess?

Xarius

'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.))

Xarius, unable to find any blunt object pulls at one of the legs of the bed [1] Pulling as hard as he can, his hands slip and he falls backward hitting his head on the stone floor. The other prisoner stares at him, quite clearly confused.

Calenmiriel

Follow the tracks quickly until I sight it on the horizon, if I reach it within this turn, check my back to make certain nobody is watching before enter the woods to approach and scout the wagon and its accompaniments. 

[6] Eventually Calenmiriel enters a desert, she can barely see the wagon on the horizon but it's there. She gets closer and the wagon seems to have stopped moving, suddenly a riderless horse comes racing towards her.

Atla

Approach it. Once I reach the outskirts, leave Atla behind and bury him in a shallow hole for safekeeping (unless golems are a common sight in this world, in which case i'll bring him along).

[4] Atla approaches the town, which seems to not be hostile at the moment, and buries Hans relatively nearby beside a signpost.

Gweg Kenson

Retreat some again, trying to separate them again.

[4] Gweg turns and runs off, he checks behind him:

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Groz Talvor

"Very well, my testosteronized friend. Let's go, shall we?"
Proceed with plan.

The dwarf walks over to the smuggler's corpse and grabs the cloak, pulling it over his shoulders before heading off with the cart. Groz follows from behind.


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; Note; Sack; Vials of Colourful Liquids
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

[Dermonster]

"Right, that worked. Lets go!"

Onwards!

[mesor]

Meditate to focus my mind and increase my control over my powers temporarily then tame the hell hound...... again.

[Onyxjew944]

.......

Whatever is necessary. Whatever is within my power. Leave this painfully lucky creature alone. Call for a guard.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will leave, and explore the city for fun.

[TacticalUnicorn]

((Just had to try this)

Attempt to mount the horse Legolas style, and then gain control.

[Parsely]

Continue to the gates. Be wary of guards, and try to be as inconspicuous as possible until you can duck into a public shop.