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[IronyOwl]

: Excellent! Lesser creatures we can harvest to grow stronger!

Help butcher slimes. See if pickpocketing them grants new items or just snags what we'll retrieve from their carcasses anyway.

[Xantalos]

Aw.

Might I ask what my waitlist position is?

Somewhere around two years.

I believe you underestimate the stupidity and/or aggression of the average Bay12er.

Eh, you overestimate the cruelty of FFS. I mean, I'm pretty sure only one person died in MKW. And one just left to fight in an intergalactic war in the future.

I didn't play that game...
Hm. Well, then. *locates a 2-year supply of popcorn and wonders what the point of a waitlist is in such a low-mortality game*

*RTRTD*

[Dermonster]

I miss that one. Gatleos is being all lazy nowadays, doing absolutely nothing.

Anyway, we should stop cluttering the thread probably.

[Errol]

: Wait, why are you makin' such a fuss about the slimes? Everyone knows the money's in the earth!

Vigorously cleanse the starting area of grass and pocket any currency unit that appears.

[borno]

Spoiler: Gosh dangit why did I miss this oh well to the waitlist I go yippee! (click to show/hide)

Name: Dratsab Soupmop
Gender: Male
Appearance: This guy always holds himself with a regal air, as if he just owned you in a game and is now rubbing it in your face. His hair is white after he had bleached it completely (not sure why), and he prefers to wear all-white clothing. He is also albino, and has white eyes as well.

His favourite colour is white.

Backstory: Hailing from the Paladin-Pumper town of Whiteston, Dratson was taught how to act like a complete bastard without being able to be reprimanded for it. He was highly encouraged to wear nothing but white each day, and taught to use big words whenever possible. After many years of this he was eventually ready to spread the word of god in the most dickish way possible. Unfortunately for him though he was selected to save Roll and Dodge before he was able to do any 'Good'.

Class: Twin Pamphlet Mage Fighter Paladin

Strength: 1d8
Intellect: 2d4
Dexterity: 1d4
Vitality: 1d6

[freeformschooler]

Turn 1

: Wait, why are you makin' such a fuss about the slimes? Everyone knows the money's in the earth!

Vigorously cleanse the starting area of grass and pocket any currency unit that appears.

play~Play~Play an inspirational chiptune!

"Ho ho ho, look at the beauties I got bunched with, this might not turn out to be such a bad trip after all."

Alduin murmured as he looked around the field at the small assortment of slimes. After a few mechanism he turned toward the red slime and pulled out his Infinity Mechanism and opened fire, perhaps the thing would be worth something if he killed it.

Blast the red slime with the Infinity Mechanism.

: Excellent! Lesser creatures we can harvest to grow stronger!

Help butcher slimes. See if pickpocketing them grants new items or just snags what we'll retrieve from their carcasses anyway.

Marina grabs her Elfin Axe and starts rocking out. She tunes it to "retro" and plays a haunting yet inspiring chiptune. (Intellect: 7) Her allies are INSPIRED! They'll gain a +1 to all Intellect-based actions until the end of the turn!

Alduin pulls out his red, bottomless rifle, takes aim and fires at the red slime nearby. (DexvDex: 4 vs. 4, 8!) The speeding bullet tears the red slime apart, blowing bits of slime everywhere! Alduin gains 5 EXP, 1 Gold and an Apple from the kill. Not a bad profit.

Cherry attempts to pickpocket an unwary blue slime. (DexvDex: 4 vs. 3) She pulls her hand out of the gel before it notices her. Cherry has scored a Blue Potion! Cherry lost 1 Mana during the attempt, though.

Lilianna searches through the grass nearby, knowing it has to contain something somewhere. She calls upon her knowledge of cliche retro adventure tropes and hones in on the taller grass. (Intellect: 1+1) Sadly, though, there's no gold or silver or even copper to be found in the grassy patches. It looks like she'll have to search elsewhere.

Spoiler: Marina/Dermonster (click to show/hide)

Name: Marina
Gender: Female
Appearance: 6'11'' Long lime colored hair and green eyes, dark skin and a sort of tastefully tattered bard dress thing.
Backstory: Marina hails from the elfin nation of Uberwald, in the village of Ramtop. She was a giant among midgets in her home and, though at first outcast, finally gained acceptance after she discovered she could reach the top shelf without a stepladder, a fact which was celebrated with a fervor.
A student of the arts of music magic, she passed with wild colors after an impromptu performance of "Dance water, Dance" with the human music group 'Dem Yiks', with a minor in arcane lore. She has come to this place searching for the fabled 'Shampoo of the Noted King', said to grant unbelievable power to the deciples of instrumental hair.
Also because it looked like fun and nobody would hire a seven foot bard. Whee!
Class: Bard of Hair.

Level: 1 (0/10)
Health: 8/8
Mana: 5/5
Strength: 1d6
Intellect: 2d4
Dexterity: 1d4
Vitality: 1d8

Active Abilities: Entangling Song
Passive Abilities:
Equipment: Elfin Axe
Inventory:

Spoiler: Lilianna/Errol (click to show/hide)

Name: Lilianna Kythros
Gender: Female
Appearance: Cold weather clothing - overcoat, scarf, vest, thick shirt, shapeless patched pants thingies, gloves, pompom hat, and a few too many belts. Leading colors are washed out greens, yellows and browns. Bright azure hair. Long, fancy looking staff, too, with a blue glowy thingy. Quarter elven, or so she claims.
Backstory: Hailing from an obscure mountain country somewhere to the north, more specifically from its so-called Royal Academy of Geomancery, Lilianna is out here in the search for the World Tree which, she says, is absolutely vital for a few key aspects of her craft. Most of the time that seems to be a front to tour the world, get wasted and rack up huge unpaid tavern bills, though...
She absolutely cannot resist cracking cheesy jokes and groanworthy puns at the worst possible times, and rarely takes anything seriously... so she kind of slid into the whole saving the world business, but hey, taking down an evil sorceress? Piece of cake!
Class: Geomancer

Level: 1 (0/10)
Health: 4/4
Mana: 4/4
Strength: 1d6
Intellect: 1d8
Dexterity: 2d4
Vitality: 1d4

Active Abilities:
Passive Abilities: Terrawareness
Equipment: Frigid Staff
Inventory:

Spoiler: Cherry Skullpop/IronyOwl (click to show/hide)

Name: Cherry Skullpop
Gender: Female
Appearance: Very pale-skinned girl with a high-set white ponytail. Prefers villainous-looking revealing studded leather clothes.
Backstory: Cherry is the seventh daughter of Queen Chalcedony, a sorceress-warrior-queen who attained the throne by saving the kingdom from various disasters better than all the other heroes she was competing with. This also left a convenient number of nearly equally powerful, fairly enraged contenders to help keep the kingdom "strong."

Unfortunately, Cherry wasn't even born when one of Chalcedony's old friends/rivals/bitter enemies made a play for the throne. The resulting catastrophe was truly glorious, with demonic invasions and weird curses and the moon acting all funny and everything, but poor Cherry was forced to hear about all this after the fact and largely as an explanation for why someone else was probably totally going to get the throne instead of her. Explanations that she could probably still get a hold of some land or a bandit camp or something and serve as a foil to her eldest sister the way all the various barons and other runnerups served as foils to her mother were not very comforting.

When another rival made a play, this time with Cherry available, she tried her hand at adventuring, but soon lost heart at the prize- specifically, Duke Lemonheart's ploy was basically just to destroy everything with lava, and Skulldust was still far in the lead as far as throne-gaining. Faced with trying and probably failing to melt everything or toadying up to her sister, Cherry took a third option and just took off, leaving the whole mess behind and hoping to make her fortune some other way.
Class: Disciple of Mammon

Level: 1 (0/10)
Health: 7/7
Mana: 2/3
Strength: 1d4
Intellect: 2d4
Dexterity: 1d6
Vitality: 1d8

Active Abilities: Quick Fingers
Passive Abilities:
Equipment: Royal Backstabber
Inventory: Blue Potion

Spoiler: Alduin/adwarf (click to show/hide)

Name: Alduin
Gender: Male
Appearance: With long straight silver hair and green eyes Alduin strikes a rather imposing figure with his black cloak with gilded edges and a plain red tunic and brown pants underneath. He appears about average in weight, but is actual thin, the inside of his cloak having been lined with thin metal plates for protection.
Backstory: A young man with dreams of becoming a bounty hunter, Alduin has spent his life learning gun-play and magic in such a way that some call him a Magic Gunner. With such high aspirations Alduin set out in search of glory as soon as he was able, he hunted a few criminals, killed a level three goblin here and there before finally stumbling upon the dungeon where Roll and Dodge have been trapped. Seeing an opportunity he joined the group of heroes going in to free them.
Class: Magic Gunner

Level: 1 (5/10)
Health: 6/6
Mana: 8/8
Strength: 1d4
Intellect: 1d8
Dexterity: 2d4
Vitality: 1d6

Active Abilities: Conflagration Barrel
Passive Abilities:
Equipment: Infinity Mechanism
Inventory: Apple, 1 Gold Coin

[Errol]

Whack one of the slimes into submission, then loot the corpse and keep one of the frozen slime bits for science.
If all slimes are already killed, venture east to the Flutter Fields and scout the place.

[Dermonster]

Mourn cute slimes.

: "Whyyyyyy-y?"

[Tiruin]

C'mon FFS. You said you'd PM me about this :S

Waitlist.

[Maxinum McDreich]

I dream that one day, that pm will come to me. When it does, what a glorious day it will be.

I nearly went with a giant. Then thought I'd spare the drawing duties that would imply.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Cale Thunderer
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height and build, wears a light leather vest with peasant like clothing underneath plus 2 dark red scarves. Sports a number of leather pouches along with a light backpack. Messy brown hair and brown eyes.
Backstory: Cale was always inquisitive, despite reasonably humble beginnings. His family were an oddball assortment of farmhands, smiths and soldiers. Cale spent alot of his time experimenting with things, building intricate devices which eventually caught the attention of a travelling gunsmith. Noting the potential, he request Cale to accompany him. In that time, Cale learned how to build and use guns aswell as medical knowledge. His mentor left him one day, and Cale was on his own. On hearing how the world could be in danger, Cale introduced himself under a new surname and put himself forward to help.

He tends to be patient though sometimes rash when rushed. He values his comrades, often putting himself into danger to protect a friend. Reasonably reserved, Cale can come out with odd puns to inject humour and at other times sarcasm in exasperation.
Class: Medical Gunner (First aid only. Musket like weaponry plus explosives.)
Strength: 1d4
Intellect: 1d8
Dexterity: 2d4
Vitality: 1d6

[Errol]

: "Whyyyyyy-y?"

: "Please don't tell me you're serious."

[freeformschooler]

C'mon FFS. You said you'd PM me about this :S

Waitlist.

((You gotta make a character to waitlist! Also sorry. I forgot.))

[Dwarmin]

((So many pages, this was just posted yesterday <_<

ANYWAY, to the Hells of waitlist for me.

Name: Broo Dingnam Mmph
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6.2, thin and lanky-perpetually scruffy, shoulder length dusky black hair (quite dashing), murky blue eyes, dark green skin and a wide smile. Wears a proper three buttoned coat in tan, and leather tri-corner hat on his head, with a blue feather perched jauntily upon. Is known to carry a spear for personal defense, tipped with three bird feathers-one yellow, one red, one blue.
Backstory: Broo is one of the 'Green Men' of ye olden times-a race of forest protectors, related to Elves but distinctly different-their spirits are actually partially plant based despite being physically mortal in all other ways, and the wisest among them have a variety of powers related to plant control, even being able talk to them-despite their vast lack of interesting things to say. Broo himself was never particularly gifted in offense, but his strong constitution, plant summoning, and powerful natural regenerative abilities make him difficult to defeat in combat. The wisest among his people also found he was good for standing in front of them, getting beat up on their behalf.

Broo himself is currently looking for hero type work, glad it doesn't involve asking the corn if it's being bothered by loud music-he's actually far from home, looking to avert a dire prophecy, and as prophecies usually go-it's extra dire. Unfortunately, Broos name is very rhymeable, which has made him a target for countless prophecies he's had to do, most of them fetch quests with almost no rewards-from the defeat of the World Render requiring a juicy peach to be delivered to the thirsty heroine La'Peach Mangrab on time (one of his favorites), to old man Oldmanderson needing medicinal mushrooms for his sick chickens (Who hides mushrooms in a locked chest?), to Dr. Ook Mankey getting his shipment crate of Polar Manknian bananas (Broo's not good at climbing trees, ironically). Yes, most of them involve fruit somehow, and ridiculous puns. It's probably very humorous to the Gods, since he is part vegetable.

He's got the latest one written down right here! He wishes he hadn't visited the snarky oracle, in retrospect...

Broo! You must find a lady fair (or close enough), with too many belts, a nice bosom, and gaudy azure hair.

Beware the meddling of this humans clutch! Yet, he must make sure the Worlds Fruits are hers to touch. The real ones, from the World Tree? What did you...never mind, you swine.

And now, for some crypticness-a heart for a heart, to prove the quest True. Through and through, by the two hands of blue. When the bell rings, you must let the fish swallow you.

...Find and protect this lady unfair, Broo must do...soon-or his peoples fate, brought all to...ruin?

Also, watch out for the evil Rutabaga Men (and women). There will be at least ten. Thousand. Of them, trying to kill you and the lady, Broo.

Have Fun! D:

If there's any hidden subtext there, Broo is completely ignorant of it. Also, maybe she just made this one up. He's never even heard of Rutabaga men, or women...he honestly, really just wanted to go on the quest to defeat the resurrection of the evil Witch he had been hearing about, though. So much treasure!

In any case, he has started by checking every grotty pub and inn in the land, and exterminating every rat infestation therein. One should eventually lead him to the main plot...even if he gets sidetracked on the way...

Class: Greenman Meatshield
Strength: 1d6
Intellect: 1d8
Dexterity: 1d4
Vitality: 2d4

@Errol: Hey, I don't know how it happened, but your character got incorporated into my own. If that's all right with you, yay! If not, please say so and I'll change it.))

[Errol]

I'm cool with it. No worries

[Dermonster]

: "Whyyyyyy-y?"

: "Please don't tell me you're serious."

: "Well I know they kinda would dissolve me to the bone but we kept one in a pit back home. Granny Stormcandle used to feed it scraps and stuff. It was cute-e!"