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[Urist McBeanie]

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[GreatWyrmGold]

Like this?

Ypu.

[Urist McBeanie]

I can see it.

[Onyxjew944]

'Not bad, newbie. I might just keep this guy around.'

Blast the warden with a bolt of shadow/black/arcane/necromantic magic. Resurrect him, try to keep his face intact.

((I personally would call it any of the last three, but up to you.))

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 47

Juba Freedmen

Run!!!!!! Run like a band of insane murderers are chading you.

[1 vs. 6-2=4] No matter how fast Juba trys to flee, it seems as if he is making no progress. Glancing back, he realizes the warriors are closing in on him rapidly.

Groz Talvor

"I swear I will find the carpenter who made those and make him have pain. Now, what have we here?"
Look in the cabinet, collecting anything useful or interesting, and then magically make the door transparent to me. Make sure nothing is on the other side.

[2] The cabinet has a few torn clothes and the like inside, nothing useful. Groz then turns to the door and [4] warps reality, there is no one behind the door, it is a rectangular shaped room, to the left is a staircase leading down, on the right are two closed doors.

Derm

"Ah, mysterious shadowy group, possibly illict! Perfect, seems like my week is planning itself out. I'll check that out later, need to invent me some gizmos!"

To the scrapyard!

[5] Derm hears a few people talking about the scrapyard, and so he follows them, eventually, he reaches a small hut at the corner of the town, behind it is a massive field of metal junk.

Calenmiriel

"Great."

Follow the stable-master, as we walk, learn what I can about the city, preferably without talking to anyone.

Calenmiriel follows Mae'oal, as she walks through the city, [3] she hears small blips of conversations, the city is called Harraspor, apparently there are gladiatorial fights that anyone can join, as long as they have an endorsement. She also hears a rumor, about a wealthy guild leader with more enemies than allies. Rumors also say that he has great admiration for the nobles and officials of this place. He stays at home most of the time. Eventually, after a few failed attempts of conversation by Mae'oal, they reach the butcher. "I'll be waiting out here for you," the stable-master says as he points you to the door.

Gweg Kenson

What's Afgi? You promised info on it in the Enemies spoiler, but there wasn't any.

I knew I should have skipped the honor crap...
Grab the human's shield arm.

[4 vs. 2] [6+1=7 vs. 3+1=4] Gweg swings his arm out and catches the bandit leaders shield arm in his grip. [1] Noser fails to take the initiative as he trys in vain to pull his shield arm free. "YOU WILL NOT TAKE IT FROM ME!"

Xarius

'Not bad, newbie. I might just keep this guy around.'

Blast the warden with a bolt of shadow/black/arcane/necromantic magic. Resurrect him, try to keep his face intact.

((I personally would call it any of the last three, but up to you.))

Xarius flings a bolt of [5] black magic at the warden, [4 vs. 1] it strikes him in the stomach, searing his insides. Reacting somewhat slowly for a guard, but still quickly enough, Xarius' devotee pulls out his sword and swings at the guard [2-1=1 vs. 5-2=3] unfortunately he misses completely, clanging his sword at the wall. [1] The warden falls to his knees, clutching at his abdomen as his face twists in pain. "Please spare me!" he wheezes.

Atla

Krzcewski

I suppose Krzcewski will start in Harraspor, currently undercover as goblin manservant-for-hire, seeking employment with a wizard in order to investigate the Bronze Edict as instructed by his superiors (preferably greater than local authority, but up to you).

Krzcewski walks into "The Laughing Lad Tavern" It's an nice, average sized tavern, it's chock full of people and very loud though, it's hard to determine much else in the poor light. Almost as soon as he enters, Krzcewski is greeting by the barkeep, "Hello there my good man! Is there anything I can get you? The house special perhaps? Or," the barkeep winks at the goblin, "are you looking for someone?"


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: Heavy Bleeding
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 empty, nondescript room in the smuggler's hideout
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: In the center of 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: Running up the mountain
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: ...............
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: 39 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

Spoiler: Xarius (click to show/hide)

User: Onyxjew944
Name: Xarius
Location: At the exit of the 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 stable in the desert city
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: Krzcewski (click to show/hide)

User: Harry Baldman
Name: Krzcewski
Location: The Laughing Lad Tavern
Race: Goblin
Gender: Male
Traits: Pacifist; Smooth; Small and Weak; Perceptive
Occupation: Plainclothes Goblin Investigator
Equipment: Commoner's Clothes; Bandana; Sack
Alignment: Neutral Good
Magic: Telepathic Suggestion
Appearance: A short, olive-skinned, bald humanoid with pointed ears, rather unimpressive and nondescript, almost savage face and very, very poor posture. That is, when in public. In private (out of disguise) he stands just as tall as a noble would, and exudes an air of competence.
Age: 32
Backstory: Krzcewski loves his job. He gets to obtain information, feign ignorance in front of stupid people and feel smart afterwards. Really, he lives to do his job, find out secrets and seem very much like an uncivilized, uncultured goblin in front of various philistines that consider someone like him not worth even a single look. Well, joke's on them when he makes his weekly report of any suspicious activity he sees to the authorities. He gets to vent his frustrations and do a little good. He strongly objects to the use of violence, believing it to be inefficient and contrary to upholding the law.

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Name: Noser
Location: Standing before Gweg
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Skilled Fighter
Occupation/Role: Bandit Leader
Equipment: Rusty Mail Armor; Steel Shortsword; Afigi
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Health: Fine

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.

[Harry Baldman]

Krzcewski gives the barkeep the most pathetic glance he can muster.

"Yes, me looking for work! Good work, good work! Me looking for weezard, want be apprentice! Get magic! Whoosh, bam, singe! Me like magic! You know where good wizard be? Me need good wizard, teach gooood magic!"

[Urist McBeanie]

@Krzcewski: "Erm, there's a wizard of some sort over there," the barkeep points with his middle finger, seeing as his index finger is missing, "the drunk singing one."

[Harry Baldman]

Look at drunken, singing wizard for a bit. How important and competent does he look? Analyze his likely material status and how likely he is to know anything about the Bronze Edict. Look for any telltale signs of what kind of magic he does if the barkeep doesn't tell me.

"No, me not go to him yet. He look very important. He be weezard, after all. Do you know what kind weezard he be? Shooty-flamey, see-things one? Glowy-shieldy? Ooh, can he fly? It be great if he fly!"

[TacticalUnicorn]

Walk inside with the meant and hide in my hands

"What can I get for this?"

[mesor]

Keep running, use magic to enhance my endurance and speed.

[Dermonster]

Poke head into shack.

"Helloooo? Anybody home?"

[Onyxjew944]

'Better than expected, oddly.'

Strip the Warden of his armor after killing him, wear it and walk out. Hide the body in a dark area, closet, or dark room, first. Anywhere guards are unlikely to go. Too bad there aren't any hay bales.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Rip shield arm out.
If successful, say "Yes, I will."

[Xantalos]

Walk out of the door and use my see-through spell on the two doors. If anything interesting/valuable in, enter the rooms and get the items. If enemies are in the rooms, pick through the rooms without enemies (if any) and bust into the room with enemies if there are 3 or under, them pick theough the room once they're dead, then go down the stairs. If there are 4 or over, go down the stairs.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 48

Krzcewski

Look at drunken, singing wizard for a bit. How important and competent does he look? Analyze his likely material status and how likely he is to know anything about the Bronze Edict. Look for any telltale signs of what kind of magic he does if the barkeep doesn't tell me.

"No, me not go to him yet. He look very important. He be weezard, after all. Do you know what kind weezard he be? Shooty-flamey, see-things one? Glowy-shieldy? Ooh, can he fly? It be great if he fly!"

[Dice Roll Hidden] He looks to be nothing greater than an ordinary member, he looks to be quite incompetent and lacking in his knowledge of The Bronze Edict. There are no signs of what kind of magic he is experienced with.

The barkeep responds to Krzcewski's question, "Me, eh, I don't really ask many questions of a wizard who enters my bar. You'd best ask him yourself."

Calenmiriel

Walk inside with the meant and hide in my hands

"What can I get for this?"

Calenmiriel enters the butcher's shop and asks the butcher, "What can I get for this?" The butcher looks up from the headless chicken with a scowl on his face, "Another!" he exclaims, how are these people finding so much game in a god forsaken desert! I'll give you 25 pieces. Just so long as you don't waste my time."

Juba Freedmen

Keep running, use magic to enhance my endurance and speed.

[3] Juba slows down a bit to focus, the warriors are just a few steps behind him, when he feels a sudden briskness take him, [4+1=5 vs. 2-2=0] Juba sprints ahead, feeling strong and powerful, after a mile of running, he checks his back and the warriors are gone. Only then does he realize it has started snowing.

Derm

Poke head into shack.

"Helloooo? Anybody home?"

Just as Derm reaches the door, it is opened, a gnome covered in unusual tattoos steps out, "Hey you, you... eh... you wanna get in one some of this scrap? I can give it to ya... just 32 gold for as much as you can carry. You aren't a guard are you?"

Xarius

'Better than expected, oddly.'

Strip the Warden of his armor after killing him, wear it and walk out. Hide the body in a dark area, closet, or dark room, first. Anywhere guards are unlikely to go. Too bad there aren't any hay bales.

[4] Xarius' black magic consumes the guard fully, and his corpse falls to the ground. Xarius takes the surcoat [2] but in the midst of removing his gloves, another guard enters the room from another hall of cells, "What do you think your doing!" The guard lunges forward at Xarius' devotee [3 vs. 4-1=3] [4 vs. 6] but the attack is blocked. The minion [6-1=5 vs. 4] slashes [2+2-1=3 vs. 1+1=2] at the guard. The flat of the sword smacks the guard in the head. Giving him no more than a slight bruise.

Gweg Kenson

Rip shield arm out.
If successful, say "Yes, I will."

[3+1=4 vs. 5+1=6] Gweg pulls on Noser's arm but nothing happens, [4] Noser quickly retaliates and swings his sword at Gweg's arm hoping to free himself [6+1+1=8 vs. 3+1=4] [5+1+1-1=6 vs. 3+1+1=5] but due to the difficulty of his position, only lightly cuts Gweg's arm. [5] Gweg maintains his grip and tries once more to wrench the arm off [4+1=5 vs. 6+1=7] but it does not move.

Groz Talvor

Walk out of the door and use my see-through spell on the two doors. If anything interesting/valuable in, enter the rooms and get the items. If enemies are in the rooms, pick through the rooms without enemies (if any) and bust into the room with enemies if there are 3 or under, them pick theough the room once they're dead, then go down the stairs. If there are 4 or over, go down the stairs.

[6] [5] Groz uses his ability to see through the doors, each has a bed and a small dresser, Groz enters the rooms [2] [3] and finds nothing of value or interest. Exiting, the second room, Groz hears voices downstairs.


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: Heavy Bleeding; Light Bleeding
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 empty, nondescript room in the smuggler's hideout
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: In the center of 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: Running up the mountain
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: ...............
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: 39 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

Spoiler: Xarius (click to show/hide)

User: Onyxjew944
Name: Xarius
Location: At the exit of the 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 stable in the desert city
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: Krzcewski (click to show/hide)

User: Harry Baldman
Name: Krzcewski
Location: The Laughing Lad Tavern
Race: Goblin
Gender: Male
Traits: Pacifist; Smooth; Small and Weak; Perceptive
Occupation: Plainclothes Goblin Investigator
Equipment: Commoner's Clothes; Bandana; Sack
Alignment: Neutral Good
Magic: Telepathic Suggestion
Appearance: A short, olive-skinned, bald humanoid with pointed ears, rather unimpressive and nondescript, almost savage face and very, very poor posture. That is, when in public. In private (out of disguise) he stands just as tall as a noble would, and exudes an air of competence.
Age: 32
Backstory: Krzcewski loves his job. He gets to obtain information, feign ignorance in front of stupid people and feel smart afterwards. Really, he lives to do his job, find out secrets and seem very much like an uncivilized, uncultured goblin in front of various philistines that consider someone like him not worth even a single look. Well, joke's on them when he makes his weekly report of any suspicious activity he sees to the authorities. He gets to vent his frustrations and do a little good. He strongly objects to the use of violence, believing it to be inefficient and contrary to upholding the law.

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Name: Noser
Location: Standing before Gweg
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Skilled Fighter
Occupation/Role: Bandit Leader
Equipment: Rusty Mail Armor; Steel Shortsword; Afigi
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Health: Fine

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.