EveryoneAfter a few minutes of following the wall of the chamber in fruitless search of an exit you discover a part of the wall which is weakened, the bricks unevenly spaced and tinny shafts of flickering light leaking between them. Tali shoulders into it and the whole thing crumbles and falls inward, revealing a dim hallway lined with low burning torches ensconced at random intervals. You all glance at one another before stepping through the broken entrance together.
You walk along the hallway for some time, your footsteps echoing before and behind you. The spacing of the torches grows increasingly erratic and soon they're anywhere from four to a dozen metres apart, leaving large pitch black bits of of the passage. As a result the party alternates regularly between walking normally and groping along at a snail's pace in the dark.
Edwin's sharp Elven ears detect something.. out of place.. Just on the edge of hearing. He decides that until he can place it he won't mention it to the others.
Ross senses something, a strange mental tugging sensation, as if a length of string were tied to his mind.
XantalosYou pull your blunderbuss, dropping your rock down the barrel and striding towards the raging demon as it kills men in swathes with great sweeps of his arms. He scoops up a howling orc clawing at his legs and punches his thumb through his chest before flinging him aside. You level your blunderbuss at the demon's knee before calling out.
Oi! Your father was a bigger whore than your mum! The demon turns with a growl and you pull the trigger. His knee explodes in a shower of cursed blood that sizzles as it splashes onto the stone floor and the bare faces of those unfortunate enough to be standing too close.
Firearms skill acquired. Those prisoners that don't fall to the ground screaming as their skin smokes and sloughs away rush the fallen demon, pinning his arms and working leg so that others may tear chunks of flesh from his throat and burst his skull with boulders from the crumbling stone of the walls and floor.
In a few minutes the room is quiet, the bodies of seven dead lesser demons littering the floor, with hundreds of dead men, elves, dwarves and orcs surrounding. Most everyone catches their breath while others seek a way out of this prison.
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
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OverchargedEquipped: Clothes, leather boots, steel chain mail, dwarven bastard sword, steel full helm
Inventory - 2x leather boots, steel full helm,
Squishy Backpack: 15x wurm meat
Skills: Swords
Proficient, Throwing
Proficient, Cooking
Proficient, Lockpicking
Dabbling, Butchering
DabblingMagicks: Catch III - you can absorb energy at a mediocre pace, such as light; restores fatigue and reduces hunger; can store energy
Overcharge I - focus absorbed energy on your weapon or body for increased attack or defence; temporarily weakened when over
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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
: Tired
Equipped: Leather Tunic, Leather Boots, iron staff, dwarven dirk
Inventory: Hunting knife, 2x clothes
Skills: Staves
Proficient, Butchering
Skilled, Cloth Work
SkilledMagicks: Repel III - manipulate air into a general or focused blast, pushing the target(s) away; little fatigue
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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
: Fine
Equipped: Rags, Rotten Leather Boots, Sturdy Footman's Helm, Flimsy Leather Cuirass, ebony easterland lance
Inventory: Lucky Coin
Skills: Navigation
Proficient, Pole Arms
Proficient, Herbology
Proficient, Architecture
DabblingMagicks: N/A
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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
: Fine
Equipped: Clothes, Leather Boots, studded leather hauberk, 2x iron daggers
Inventory: 1x iron dagger,
Leather Weapon Pack:
Roaken, Sturdy Lockpick, Coiled Iron Chain w/ Cuff, Dwarven Claymore
Skills: Stealth
Proficient, Thievery
Proficient, Daggers
Proficient, Lockpicking
DabblingMagicks: N/A
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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: Former Chemist and Merchant; Deathseeker
: Fine
Equipped: Rags
Inventory: Sharp rock, Clockwork Blunderbuss
Skills: Fighter
Expert, Firearms
DabblingMagicks: Heal I - Close small wounds.
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Name: Grolburg
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance: Stubbly grey beard, missing his right eye, extensive burns on his left arm.
Profession: Guard
: Fine
Equipped: Rags
Inventory: Thin razor blade
Skills: Spears
ExpertMagicks: N/A
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