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[mesor]

Continue up into the mountains, use magic to boost my bodies temperature to counter the cold.

[Dermonster]

"And that question immediantly makes me suspicious. Good going, by the way, and no I'm not. Twenty."

[Urist McBeanie]

@Derm: "Er..." *Whew* "I thought you were um... here to tell me about my brother. I will accept no less than twenty five!"

[Dermonster]

"Hrm... Twenty two, and I'll make you something cool while I'm in there."

[Urist McBeanie]

@Derm: "... very well... that will be acceptable."

[Dermonster]

"Huzzah for buisness! Now let me see what we have here... as much as I can carry, you said?"

Into the scrapyard!

[Xantalos]

Listen to the voices, if I can't hear them, magically enhance my hearing.

[Harry Baldman]

Krzcewski approaches the wizard and pulls on his sleeve.

"'Scuse me, mister weezard, but what kind weezard you be?"

[Urist McBeanie]

@Krzcewski: "Wuh... uh dru wu... hur huh huh huh."

[Harry Baldman]

"Uh... you look... busy, yeah, busy! I leave now!"

Step out of sight, then try to telepathically sober up the wizard.

[Onyxjew944]

'Why is this place so full of guards? And why are they all in patrols of one!? I'm beginning to become frustrated, mooks will not appreciate my disposition whence I become frustrated.'

Kill the new guard. Continue looting the Warden. Leave.

((</Badly_Thought_Out_Hulk_Joke>))

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Perhaps you're right...in the short term."

Grab his other arm with my other hand. Then, break either arm.

[TacticalUnicorn]

"Perfect"

Take the coins and leave, give 12 to the stable master, look for a job.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 49

Juba Freedmen

Continue up into the mountains, use magic to boost my bodies temperature to counter the cold.

[1] Progress up the mountain is slow and grueling, eventually Juba finds himself at the bottom of a cliff. [1] Juba actually ends up managing to cool himself down. Juba is getting colder.

Derm

"Huzzah for buisness! Now let me see what we have here... as much as I can carry, you said?"

Into the scrapyard!

Derm opens the wooden gate and enters the scrapyard. Inside, are many piles of assorted metals.

Groz Talvor

Listen to the voices, if I can't hear them, magically enhance my hearing.

[6] It sounds like the hooded dwarf is conversing with some of the smuggler's, "So where exactly is it?" "My cart is in the alley beside the building." "Will you take us to it?" *A large argument ensues* There sounds to be 6 distinct voices.

Krzcewski

"Uh... you look... busy, yeah, busy! I leave now!"

Step out of sight, then try to telepathically sober up the wizard.

Krzcewski hurried gets out of sight and attempts to sober the wizard, [2] the wizard continues his song and seems no better.

Xarius

'Why is this place so full of guards? And why are they all in patrols of one!? I'm beginning to become frustrated, mooks will not appreciate my disposition whence I become frustrated.'

Kill the new guard. Continue looting the Warden. Leave.

((</Badly_Thought_Out_Hulk_Joke>))

[5] [6 vs. 5] [6 vs. 1] Xarius directs another bolt of dark magic into the guards face. He dies! Xarius takes the boots and gloves and puts them on. Xarius exits through the nearest door and finds himself in a courtyard.

Gweg Kenson

"Perhaps you're right...in the short term."

Grab his other arm with my other hand. Then, break either arm.

[2+1+1=4 vs. 4+1=5] [5+1+1=7 vs. 2+1=3] Gweg wrenches Noser's shield arm as hard as he can when suddenly, there is a loud crack. Noser shrieks in pain as his limb dangles loosely at his side. Noser falls to his knees helpless and weeping over the loss of an arm to hold Afigi.

Calenmiriel

"Perfect"

Take the coins and leave, give 12 to the stable master, look for a job.

Calenmiriel takes the coins and leaves, giving 12 of them to the stable master. [3] She wanders about the streets listening for rumors of work, there are a few mentions of people wishing to join the arena as a fighter. Not much else is heard on the streets.

Atla

...

The soul of Atla is banished by a mage, and the armor melted down.

What do you all think of this so far?

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: 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: Guard's Surcoat; Guard's Gloves; Guard's Boots
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.

Turn: 49
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.

[Xantalos]

Cast spells to make me invisible and silent, then follow behind the group, but stay out of méelee range.
By the way, how do you spell 'melee'?