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[Dermonster]

"Allllriiight.... Lets do some MAGISCIENCE!"

First off, build a fiendishly difficult puzzlebox for the shack owner. Put a piece of paper with the words 'A WINNAR IS YOU!' on it inside.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Heh. Never say stuff like that, rookie."

Take Afigi, kill the bandit leader. If he dies, say: "Is this one of those bandit clans where killing the leader makes you the new leader?"

[Harry Baldman]

Return to the room with the wizard and keep watching him. When he leaves, follow him.

[mesor]

Cast spell again to warm me up, look around.

[Onyxjew944]

"Hey, are you coming?"

Check if the guard that sort of helped me is still following or if he left. Either way, leave the complex and head off into the wilderness. The armor should keep me hidden until they start checking faces, which shouldn't be long with two dead guards.

((I'm liking how it's going so far. I look forward to the endgame, as always. Mages tend to have the most fun once they have their skeletal armies and OP artifacts lying in heaps around them. I'll have more to say once I've played a bit longer. I have high hopes for this.))

[TacticalUnicorn]

Playing with the small amount of gold I got from the butcher, I go to the arena. It could be a quick way to make a lot of coin, and nobody will miss me if I'm dead. On arrival, get some information about how the fights are carried out. Do I use my own gear or is it provided, when can I join a fight, what kinds of people would I be fighting.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 50

Groz Talvor

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'?

[4] [3] Groz casts two moderately powerful spells and begins to follow the group, [1+2=3 vs. 6] One of the smuggler's spots a small shimmer in the shadows, "Hey! Who's there!" He slowly approaches with his weapon drawn, the rest of the group turn to wait.

Derm

"Allllriiight.... Lets do some MAGISCIENCE!"

First off, build a fiendishly difficult puzzlebox for the shack owner. Put a piece of paper with the words 'A WINNAR IS YOU!' on it inside.

[1+1=2] Derm attempts to begin fusing pieces of metal together for several minutes but can't get the pieces to stay in place without them falling apart.

Gweg Kenson

"Heh. Never say stuff like that, rookie."

Take Afigi, kill the bandit leader. If he dies, say: "Is this one of those bandit clans where killing the leader makes you the new leader?"

Gweg manages to wrench the shield off of Noser's arm. He raises his greatsword and [4+1=5 vs. 1-3=-2] strikes the bandit leader's head from his shoulders He turns and says  "Is this one of those bandit clans where killing the leader makes you the new leader?" before realizing the rest of the bandits have vanished. [5] Gweg does spot a distinct trail leading down the hill toward the forest.

Krzcewski

Return to the room with the wizard and keep watching him. When he leaves, follow him.

When Krzcewski returns to the room [1] the wizard has fallen unconscious. This may be a while. While waiting, Krzcewski hears a rumor about a wealthy guild leader who is, apparently on everyone’s guest list.

Juba Freedmen

Cast spell again to warm me up, look around.

[1] Juba actually ends up managing to cool himself down... again. Juba is getting colder. He looks around and sees a cave to his left. Every other direction, besides the way he came just leads further up the mountain. One of the directions leads to a steep cliffside. A much, faster, way down the mountain.

Xarius

"Hey, are you coming?"

Check if the guard that sort of helped me is still following or if he left. Either way, leave the complex and head off into the wilderness. The armor should keep me hidden until they start checking faces, which shouldn't be long with two dead guards.

[4] "Of course," the guard hurriedly follows Xarius as he hurries through the courtyard [1] one of the guards at the gatehouse beckon him over, "Hey! What have you heard about that damned minotaur?"

Calenmiriel

Playing with the small amount of gold I got from the butcher, I go to the arena. It could be a quick way to make a lot of coin, and nobody will miss me if I'm dead. On arrival, get some information about how the fights are carried out. Do I use my own gear or is it provided, when can I join a fight, what kinds of people would I be fighting.

Calenmiriel moves through the streets and quite easily finds her way to the arena. From what she gathers from the rumors, the rules on fights vary depending on a poll gathered from the people, the fighters don't know the parameters until they commit to fighting, to keep it interesting. Anyone can fight, including children, slaves if they are granted permission by their masters, criminals, nobles, guards, mages, the list goes on. Finally, it seems fights are done constantly throughout the day, it is all just a matter of signing up.


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; Afigi
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)

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.

Turn: 50
Name: Noser
Location and Killer: In his camp by Gweg Kenson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Skilled Fighter
Occupation/Role: Bandit Leader
Equipment: Rusty Mail Armor; Steel Shortsword
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Cause of Death: Righteous Decapitation
Health: Decapitated

[Dermonster]

Locate a nearby tool station and try again.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Equip Afigi. Follow the trail.
"Do all bandits have such nice toys?"

[mesor]

Search the cave.

[Onyxjew944]

'In the name of the seven hells, can something go right?'

Walk over to the guard, kill him. Shadow bolt, of course. Leave the corpse for the scavengers and the guards and run for the hills. Or at least away.

((Note to self, don't give the GM any ideas.))

[Xantalos]

Cast an illusion spell to have a human-height Groz with a knife appear out of thin air directly behind the guy in front, saying in a French accent, "Right behind you."
Be amused as the bowmen kill thier own comrade.

[Harry Baldman]

Krzcewski walks up to the barkeep.

"Hey, you know where mister sleepy weezard live?"

Find out where the wizard lives and pull his sorry carcass over there.

[TacticalUnicorn]

Try my luck, lets sign up for a fight

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 51

Derm

Locate a nearby tool station and try again.

[4] Derm spots a decent looking tool station to his right placed against the shack and tries once more, [3+1+1=5] he manages to work several hunks of metal into one, fusing them together in a box shape, he then takes another chunk of metal and forms an eleven number combination lock whose combination changes every 6 hours. Being careful not to close it yet. Derm scavenges a small sheet of paper and a inked quill and writes, "A WINNAR IS YOU!" Derm places the sheet in the box and closes it.

Gweg Kenson

Equip Afigi. Follow the trail.
"Do all bandits have such nice toys?"

Gweg drops his tower shield to the ground and fastens Afigi to his arm, and heads off along the trail, [2] the trail is sporadic and splits off in several directions, to the east, northeast, southwest, and straight ahead the path continues.

Juba Freedmen

Search the cave.

Juba slowly enters the cave [5] and notices the glow of a fire farther down the pathway. A trail of blood leads toward it.

Xarius

'In the name of the seven hells, can something go right?'

Walk over to the guard, kill him. Shadow bolt, of course. Leave the corpse for the scavengers and the guards and run for the hills. Or at least away.

((Note to self, don't give the GM any ideas.))

Xarius casually walks over to the guard [4 vs. 1] shielding his face and as soon as he comes within range, flings a shadow bolt at the guard [3 vs. 4] but the guard dodges to the left, "Hey! It's the...!" The guards shout ends in a choked gurgle as Xarius' devotee stabs him in the throat with his longsword [5-1=4 vs. 2] [6+1-1=6 vs. 1] Xarius and his ally break into a sprint as the run from the courtyard. [4] Without further trouble, the two eventually reach a deserted alleyway. There are no signs of pursuit.

Groz Talvor

Cast an illusion spell to have a human-height Groz with a knife appear out of thin air directly behind the guy in front, saying in a French accent, "Right behind you."
Be amused as the bowmen kill thier own comrade.

[6] Groz casts a spell and summons a real, physical copy of Groz at human height with a knife. "Right behind you." it says as the bowman looses an arrow in his panic [3 vs. 3] [4+1=5 vs. 1] The arrow thuds into the copy's head, and it falls to the ground unmoving. "You think there's more of 'em?" the guard who is now 5 feet in front of Groz calls to his comrades. "Maybe, we should be wary."

Krzcewski

Krzcewski walks up to the barkeep.

"Hey, you know where mister sleepy weezard live?"

Find out where the wizard lives and pull his sorry carcass over there.

[5] "As I said, I don't meddle in the affairs of wizards, he did rent a room though. Seeing as he's drunk out of his mind, you seem like a nice enough fellow, could you take him up there for me? Here's the room key." Krzcewski figures this is good enough and drags the drunken wizard who has begun shouting expletives in his sleep, up into his room.

Calenmiriel

Try my luck, lets sign up for a fight

Calenmiriel walks over to the signup area, and asks to sign up. "You... really? Well it's your life I guess. Anyway, do you have a sponsor? Eh... I presume not. Go on through that door over their and wait. The next fight shall begin shortly."

Evaliss

Pretty much just start me out in a forest.

Evaliss is in a forest... the small camp of wood elves she has been searching for is approximately 50 meters ahead.


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; Empty Sack; A Note; Sack; Afigi
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: Evaliss (click to show/hide)

User: Fishybang
Name: Evaliss
Location: In the woods
Race: High Elf
Gender: Female
Traits: Skilled with Bow and Arrow; Loner
Occupation/Role: Hunter of Wood Elves
Equipment: Bow; 16 Arrows; Brown Tunic; Leather Trousers; Black Boots
Alignment: Neutral
Magic: Illusion Magic
Appearance: Around "6' 7" very slim, and graceful, with long curly red hair, sky blue eyes, and a small amount of freckles on her face.
Age: 109
Backstory: When Evaliss was just a little girl, wood elves attacked her village, and although the villagers were better armed then them, the wood elves outnumbered them greatly, and took them by surprise. Evaliss got away but only barely, however now she has massive scar down the length of her left arm. After that she swore revenge for her village, and started hunting them down like animals with her bow and arrow.

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

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

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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.

Turn: 50
Name: Noser
Location and Killer: In his camp by Gweg Kenson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Skilled Fighter
Occupation/Role: Bandit Leader
Equipment: Rusty Mail Armor; Steel Shortsword
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Cause of Death: Righteous Decapitation
Health: Decapitated