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[Xantalos]

Name: Durmar Vorboksson
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: A stocky man, even for a dwarf, Durmar has brown curly hair tied back in a ponytail, revealing suntanned skin and piercing blue eyes. He has a broad nose and a bushy mustache to match his eyebrows. Stubble grows upon his cheeks. He's relatively fit, and thanks to his vocation has more than his fair share of scars.
Profession: Durmar used to be a wealthy merchant before his products - various explosives - were used to assassinate many members of the nobility. Shamed and shunned by the rest of dwarven society, Durmartook up the only vocation available for pariahs such as himself - that of a DeathSeeker. These dwarfs take up their weapon of choice and wander the world, killing every enemy they see until they die in combat to atone for their sin.
Skills: Expert Fighter
Item: A sharpened rock
Magical Potential: Yes, though he doesn't know it.
Spell: Healing: Durmar can (for now) dull his pain, and at higher levels he could seal wounds, stop bleeding, and (at ludicrous/master level) regenerate severed limbs, along with other healing stuff, such as restoring stamina, etc.

[Tiruin]

Waitlist :S

A GUNIN game, with a touch of Dwarmin Yay for missing it >_>

[Parsely]

A GUNIN game, with a touch of Dwarmin Yay for missing it >_>

There's such a thing as a GUNIN game? *fistpump*

[Xantalos]

A GUNIN game, with a touch of Dwarmin Yay for missing it >_>

There's such a thing as a GUNIN game? *fistpump*

Yes. It tends to be a game with an exceedingly interesting setting with many secrets, with an IronyOwlish tendency to shut down early.
Though if they make it through the first few days, they're generally good.

[Parsely]

A GUNIN game, with a touch of Dwarmin Yay for missing it >_>

There's such a thing as a GUNIN game? *fistpump*

Yes. It tends to be a game with an exceedingly interesting setting with many secrets, with an IronyOwlish tendency to shut down early.
Though if they make it through the first few days, they're generally good.

I've since gotten much better at writing. A can bust out multiple paragraphs in only half an hour now if I really focus, and I can keep from going back through each sentence to make it sound better.

[Xanmyral]

I see a Warhammer fan amongst us. Waitlist application.

Spoiler: Girus Nor (click to show/hide)

Name: Girus Nor
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Pale, although not gaunt. A wiry frame as is typical of an elf, eyes a typicaly glazed over brown with dark circles under them perhaps representing a lack of uniform sleep. Dirty blond short hair, barely going past the ears. Although from the looks of it, it isn't for style more of as lack of care, with it often being uneven in places as if cut swiftly and without thought.
Profession: Undertaker
Skills: Expert; Humanoid Anatomy
Item: Teeth of different kinds, from different species strung together on a string. All from sapient species, the string is only about half full, there's no repeats of types within a species.
Magical Potential: Water, water everywhere... And not a drop to drink.

[Xantalos]

I see a Warhammer fan amongst us. Waitlist application.

Gotek and Felix FTW.

[Parsely]

Cheesecake
You rise slowly, a strange sensation coming over you. Power floods through your veins and fury fills your heart. You let out a low growl and strain against the bindings, muscles controrted, features twisting with pain and effort. The metal slowly weakens with a high-pitched groan, and you labor all the harder, sweat pouring down your body. You snap the chains with a yell and yank part of the wall down with them. You stand in the middle of the cell, panting. You feel exhausted after all that effort, but determination swells within your breast, and the feeling soon passes. You snapped either of the chains anchoring your wrists to the wall at the middle, and pulled the one securing the waist band out entirely. You decide to wrap them around your arms and torso until you can find a way to unlock them.

Ross Vernal
You continue humming as you pop your restraints off one by one. That wasn't so hard. You rise, stretching as you do so and taking a deep, satisfied breath of air. You immediately regret it as the stench of rotting flesh and must fills your lungs, and you begin coughing and swearing loudly. You're interrupted by an earthshaking roar from behind your cell door. The door shakes as something massive pounds against it, and you stand helplessly as the stone around it cracks and the hinges begin to loosen. This goes on just until you think your number is up, when it quite abruptly ceases, to your relief and surprise. You take a few tentative steps towards the battered and dented door and listen hard. Nothing.

scapheap
You crawl towards the small, golden object and your restraints soon grow taut. You reach for what you can now see to be a key with a single-tooth, standing improbably on one end where it lodged in a crack between two stones. You stretch as far as you can but your fingertips are only just brushing against the smooth, dully shining key.

Dwarmin
You sit up, tugging at the chains in turn. Dust falls from the anchor securing your left cuff to the wall, and you pull on it again. The rock around it begins to crumble.

Zako
You decide now is the best time to leave, and take one end of your lockpick and jam it into the keyhole on your chains. You spend several minutes jimmying it before you finally hear a dull click. Your heart soars as the cuff slips from your wrist and you switch hands, doing the same with the opposite cuff, as well as with the thick band of metal wrapped about your waist. You get to your feet, rubbing your skin where the chains chafed against you, and take a close look at your cell. The walls and floor are constructed of large stones, rather sloppily you might add. The stone has cracked in some places and you could easily pull fist-sized chunks from the walls with little effort. Your chains lie behind you. Three seperate ones, for your wrists and torse. Obviously the intent was for you to be unable to lie down, but the chains themselves are much too long, to your dubious pleasure. You turn your attention to the door, and are disappointed to find that there is no visible handle or lock on this side. You run your hands over the surface. Its wrought from thick metal, as roughly worked as everything else in this place, and is tall enough to accomodate the average human, about six feet tall. A small slat for guards to peer through is set at about eye level. You can open it from this side.

Spoiler: Cheesecake (click to show/hide)

Name: Kaltukk
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance: Average orc build. 6"6, blackish-grey skin, mohawk. He bears scars from battles past, one on his eye, another large on on his chest.
Profession: He was a mercenary for quite a while, then joined a professional horde as a basic grunt. He's been to only one battle, but he did good.

Skills: Battle Tactics Proficient, Survival Proficient, Swords Proficient
Items: Tribal Totem
Known Magicks: Reinforce I - adds an amount of magical energy to your punches, increasing their force; slight fatigue

Spoiler: Ross Vernal (click to show/hide)

Name: Vlad Lamora
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: Short and slightly built with short, dark brown hair, a mustache, and light grey eyes. He is neither handsome nor memorable.
Profession: Assassin

Skills: Swords Proficient, Throwing Proficient, Cooking Proficient
Items: Thin Lockpick
Known Magicks: Catch I - you can slowly absorb energy, such as light; does not cause fatigue

Spoiler: scapheap (click to show/hide)

Name: Clair Redfield
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: A red-headed, green-eyed woman. Her hair is in a short tomboy cut and she has a tattoo of a dull red star on her cheek.
Profession: Shepard

Skills: Staves Proficient, Butchering Proficient, Cloth Mending Proficient
Items: None.
Known Magicks: Repel I - push the air around you away, causing a momentary light breeze; negligible fatigue loss

Spoiler: Dwarmin (click to show/hide)

Name: Tali Bluestone
Gender: Female
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: A somewhat shorter than usual, but well muscled Dwarven woman stands before you, with dark black hair done up fashionably and tucked into a single long ponytail cut raggedly short. Piercing copper eyes radiate cunning and a cold intellect, and are framed by long, emotive eyebrows that give her a slightly unsettling demeanor, even after being imprisoned.
Profession: Explorer

Skills: Navigation Proficient, Pole Arms Proficient, Herbology Proficient
Items: Lucky Coin

Spoiler: Zako (click to show/hide)

Name: Edwin Malfonse
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Edwin has short cropped dark brown hair, green eyes and lightly tanned skin. He stands at typical elf height, 5' 4'', has a thin and wiry build that's thin even for an elf and seems almost eternally smudged with a small covering of dirt. He seems almost at home here, strangely enough.
Profession: Professional Thief

Skills: Stealth Proficient, Thievery Proficient, Daggers Proficient
Items: Sturdy Lockpick

[Ross Vernal]

When the pounding started, I almost found a time and place to take care of business. Note to self: ohshitohshitohshit. Fortunately for me, the blind panic prevented both said accident and a high-pitched shriek. After taking a few moments to breathe deeply, followed by immediate regret for such an action, I returned to my senses and decided to look around for a rock to make into a weapon.

Not that a rock's gonna save me from whatever THAT was, but maybe I can chip a tooth before it eats me?

I briefly glanced up at the light, and tried to see how much energy I could siphon from it while still searching.

I have got to stop getting in these situations. They just keep getting worse. 1 out of 5 stars, would not be incarcerated again.

More toneless, quiet humming as I mentally snark to myself to keep my cool. After the search, I decide to pick my way out.

[Question: are we dressed?]

[Parsely]

[Question: are we dressed?]

Just rags and chains. Except Kaltukk. He's shirtless. And super ripped.

[Zako]

((Gonna change writing styles for something easier, as well as something that doesn't use constant italics.))

Movement, and not a moment too soon! Edwin was glad to be able to walk wherever he wanted again, as he safely tucked away his lockpick into it's hiding spot. Now, it was time to get out of this cell, but the door looked like trouble. Still, he could at least peek outside to look for trouble.

Carefully and slowly slide the slot open, so to not alert anything outside, and peek outside my cell.

Then, he could get to work on escaping. Maybe the walls have the answer?

Check all the walls for hollow spaces behind them. If I find one that sounds right, start pulling out rocks to make a passage.

[gman8181]

Wait list please.

[killerhellhound]

wait list for me as well

[Dwarmin]

Action: Continue pulling on the left cuff!

[scapheap]

The chains ratted, reminding me of their damn existing. The key was just barely out of reach, Maybe I could loosed one of them from the wall to give me a little more room to grab the key.