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[Onyxjew944]

'Well, well, well. It appears this country's federal employment requirements are more lax than I expected. Good.'

"Can you give me the keys to this cell? I have a vested interest in freedom."

If given the keys, escape. Close the door behind me and throw the keys to my cellmate. He didn't try to screw me over as badly as I tried to do to him, so I suppose I owe him this much.

If I don't get the keys, kill the guard. Reanimate him, and make my thrall give me the keys.

[TacticalUnicorn]

A large city, in the desert, my favorite......she thinks to herself

As I ride towards the gates of the city pull up my hood. I'd rather not draw to much attention to myself. Observe whats around outside the gates, specifically determining the race who hold the city or whether or any unusual events of people around, and if there is a stable. After I make my observations Drop off the horse at the stable if there is one.

[Xantalos]

"Well, outside forces, it's easy! All you have to do is do this:
Groz causes the fire they're trying to start to flare up at temperatures hot enough to turn them all to ash. He then directs the resulting fireball at any who survive, incinerating them instantly.
((+1 to magic rolls, right?))

[GreatWyrmGold]

Attack another bandit!

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will, uh...Dream?

[Xantalos]

Falvich will, uh...try to realize it is a dream and create infinite loot piles?

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 45

Derm

Collect earnings!

"Of course!" The merchant responds, he hands Derm a sack of 80 coins. He notices the guard he had spoken with on the way here beckoning him over. ((Spaced out and forgot this would effectively be a talking action. Sorry.))

Juba Freedmen

Hit it on the head with the flat of my sword to knock it out again then continue using magic to influence it's hormones to make it loyal to me.

[2] The bindings on the hound incinerate from the heat. [6+3=9 vs. 6+2=8] [6+1=7 vs. 4] But Juba is able to stun the hound with a quick knock on the head before it is able to react. Suddenly, [1 vs. 4] An large axe embeds itself in the ground a few feet away. Coming toward him from the direction of the camp he had taken the hellhound from, 10 heavily armored warriors are marching toward him. They look like something similar to this.

Xarius

'Well, well, well. It appears this country's federal employment requirements are more lax than I expected. Good.'

"Can you give me the keys to this cell? I have a vested interest in freedom."

If given the keys, escape. Close the door behind me and throw the keys to my cellmate. He didn't try to screw me over as badly as I tried to do to him, so I suppose I owe him this much.

If I don't get the keys, kill the guard. Reanimate him, and make my thrall give me the keys.

[2+3=5] "Errrr... well I... um.... suppose so." The guard hands Xarius the keys, which he uses to unlock the door. He closes it behind him and tosses the keys to his cellmate. The guard pipes up, "Errrr, can you... um... help me get out of the uh... the city? If... the other guards find... um... that I let you free... they... they would probably kill me."

Calenmiriel

A large city, in the desert, my favorite......she thinks to herself

As I ride towards the gates of the city pull up my hood. I'd rather not draw to much attention to myself. Observe whats around outside the gates, specifically determining the race who hold the city or whether or any unusual events of people around, and if there is a stable. After I make my observations Drop off the horse at the stable if there is one.

Calenmiriel pulls up her hood as she rides toward the city. The area outside the gates there is nothing but the desert. [3] Judging by the guards, they are approximately the size of a human. While there is no stable outside, there may be one within the city walls.

Groz Talvor

"Well, outside forces, it's easy! All you have to do is do this:
Groz causes the fire they're trying to start to flare up at temperatures hot enough to turn them all to ash. He then directs the resulting fireball at any who survive, incinerating them instantly.
((+1 to magic rolls, right?))

Groz works his magic very effectively [5+1=6] and causes the fire to burn incredibly hot and large, successfully incinerating all of the presumed hostiles.

Gweg Kenson

Attack another bandit!

Gweg [5+1=6 vs. 3] [2+2+1=5 vs. 3] slashes open the already wounded bandits chest and he collapses to the ground, writhing in pain. [5+1=6 vs. 2] [2+2+1=5 vs. 1] Gweg quickly decapitates another. Fearing for their lives, the remaining bandits drop to their knees in surrender. When finally, a man armed with a sword & shield, wearing primarily chainmail armor steps out of the cave. "I challenge you to a duel ugly one!" he calls out.

Falvich

Falvich will, uh...Dream?

[1] Falvich, floating facedown, unconscious in the pool of sludge, dreams of rainbows and women. Before finally, the life ebbs from his broken and suffocated body, and he leaves to... a happier place.

Falvich is dead!

Atla

ATTACK!

Atla charges at the walls intent on scaling them, [1] but slams face first into the wall, causing a large indentation in the stone. At least the guards can't see him anymore...

The first death...

Character List

Spoiler: Gweg Kenson (click to show/hide)

User: GreatWyrmGold
Name: Gweg Kenson
Location: Fighting Bandits in Their 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: On top of the smuggler's roof
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: Entering Harraspor
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: Failing to tame a dog, that's part demon, and came from a place of darkness
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: Standing in front of a town
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: Buried outside of the town
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: 37 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 desert
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: Becoming Incredibly Dangerous
Race: Hell Hound
Gender: Male
Traits: Agile; Demon
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: N/A
Alignment: Chaotic
Health: Bound
Backstory: N/A

Spoiler: NPCs (click to show/hide)

Name: Hooded Dwarf...
Location: Inside the smuggler's base
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)

Turn: 34
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

Turn: 45
User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location and Killer: In the sewer by water
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:
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
Cause of Death: Drowning and severe injuries
Backstory: Falvich likes women, magic, alcohol, magical alcohol, and daggers. Money's always a plus, too. Magic money is a very large plus.

[mesor]

Behead the hellhound then run for it up the mountain.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Accept duel, then kill the bandit before he can prepare himself.

[Xantalos]

"Now of course those could've been vagrants, but ash is so hard to tell apart. Besides, that's what they get for being near me in a danger zone."
Groz looks for the aforementioned viewpoint where he can see Hoody and any hostiles near Hoody.

[Dermonster]

"Hrm?" Derm walks  over to said guard. "Did you need something?"

[Urist McBeanie]

@Derm: "If you'd like, I can show you around the town."

[Dermonster]

"Weeeeell I suppose you could. I've been told theres a scrapyard here. Is this true?"

[Urist McBeanie]

@Derm: "Well there are a lot of metals in the area, I'm sure there is somewhere people go to put their unused metals to sell them."

[Dermonster]

"Hrm, good enough. I can find it later. I will take you up on your offer then!"

Tour 'de [City Name]!