Name: Maximyth (Maxinum McDreich) (X:31 Y:21)
Gender: Male
Race: Fair-skinned human (brown hair though.)
Starting job: Woodsman.
Goal: To protect the vulnerable and innocent, hopefully making a pretty penny along the way. Sees himself or someone he trusts becoming a lord the best way to achieve his aims.
Stats: +1 Strength, -1 Sneak
Equipped: Woodsman's Axe
Wearing: Leather Vest(torso protection), Peasant Clothes
Tiruin (X:31 Y:21)
Gender: Female
Race(Color, if applicable): Dark-skinned Human, Tan.
Starting Job/Skills: Children's Teacher; Summon Magic Shield
Goal: Destruction of stereotype; free-thinker.
Magic: Summoning Magic Shield
Wearing: Peasant Clothes
Stats:+3 Intelligence, -2 Speed, -1 Strength
"You have no guarantee she will be safe, but I am assuming if you saw your companion dead you would most likely make a run back to the town with my money and supplies no? What guarantee do I have that you do not like your companion here?" She points to Tiruin. "You could very well hate he, laugh, take my money and leave her here with me." She eyes over Tiruin. "Though I suppose I will have some eye candy... I could just... make believe you are a male." A flirty tone came over her, though it was empty. Rather a joke made by the banditress. She turns back to Max. "No more talk." With her other hand she raises it to the sky. "Summoning" With that. A large circle places into the sky. A dragons head comes out. Then two... Then five... Eight heads.... It was a hydra... She grinned. "Shall I summon the rest of this beast? Even I can't control it, but I can run away after sending it in your direction." The thing was high above it would take a moment for it to hit the ground. The heads snap in all three of your directions, only held back by the circle itself. "I am the most dangerous bandit for a reason. No more talk, you talk anymore. Well.... Anyway choose." It seems she has had enough talk.
((Lol Quote from Scary Bandit))
Name : Harvey ( Patrick Hunt ) (X:30 Y:20)
Gender: Male
Race : Wolf-man
Starting Job/Skills: Hunter
Goal: To make killing me damned hard.
Equipped: Wooden Bow
Wearing: Quiver(9 wooden arrows), Cloth Shorts
Stats:+1 Marksman, +1 Sneaking, -1 Intelligence, -1 Willpower, +1 Strength, +3 Speed
Injuries:Wolf-person infection!
Followers:3 Male Wolf-pup, 1 Female Wolf-pup
Money: 10 copper
Name(forum name): D'nath(draco1234) (X:30 Y:20)
Gender: Male
Race(Color, if applicable): Cave elf, grey
Starting Job/Skills: Farming peasant (though I will change to hunter if they actually start with any (decent) equipment)
Goal: Make a name for himself, and prove to people that he is not the monster they think he is, despite the fear and loathing most feel for his kind.
Equipped: Wooden Javelin
Wearing: Wooden Spear, Peasant Clothes
Stats: Even
With a stab to the legs(4), D'nath cripples the uninjured enemy. His knee gives way and he is forced to his good leg. His armor isn't good against piercing damage. He swings his sword wildy to get you away and he starts making a retreat. He yells to the other one to retreat and there is no complaint. With swords drawn in your direction they back off. This chance, for the one who was stabbed in the leg, Patrick aims the bow for the torso(because default) and pulls the string. (3) It hits him in the lower right abdomen and he winces and it isn't the deepest wound. They beat a retreat, leaving their fallen comrade. (4v2)Bandit with good legs makes it (1-2) vs (3) The leg injured bandit doesn't just not make a retreat but he falls down. He begins to wince, and throws his sword to the side. "I surrender!" He holds his hands behind his head while laying down since he can not stand and surrender. For now the merchant allows you to do what you will with the gunman and the surrendered bandit. You win!
Loot available: Musket, Musket Shot(5), Gunpowder(5), Iron Sabre, Two Leather Leggings, Two Leather Sets of Gloves, Two Leather Shirts(covers torso and arms), Iron Helmet, 1 Silver, 10 Copper, Captured Bandit
Name: Dewboy (X:30 Y:21)
Gender: Male
Race(Color, if applicable): Cave elf, Dark dark grey (almost black)
Starting Job/Skills: Woodsman (elf)
Goal: Survive, make gold, be selfish.
Equipped: Woodsman's Axe
Wearing: Leather Vest(Torso protection), Peasant Clothes
Stats: +1 Strength, -1 Sneak
Money:25 copper
Injuries: Completely Broken Arm, Completely Pierced Arm, Blood-loss
You retreat and it allows you to, it goes back into the forest. This makes it easier to head back into town. You do so. It would be advisable to seek medical attention. You are brought aware by this by your vision fading in and out, most likely from a combination of shock and blood-loss. You find you can't even move your arm.
Name : Elleanor Baskerville(Kansa) (X:30 Y:21)
Gender: Female
Race : Love-woman
Starting Job/Skills: Farming Peasant
Goal: Become strong enough so no one will be able to hurt her ever again
Equipped: Wooden Javelin
Wearing: Wooden Spear, Peasant Clothes
Stats:Even
Debt: Harmony Clinic-2 Silver, 50 copper
Money: 80 Copper
A chicken? No... What the hell is that thing. The large a little taller than you bird was pecking at the ground, moving its head in your direction. Rather than seeming hostile, it just trots away at the sounds you make. It begins to peck at the ground again. At its size, you would assume it was looking for bunny holes or moles. Every time you get a little closer it trots away however. It seems the wings are just for show and it can not fly.
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Topic: Warring Tribes(An adventure with a realistic approach and lucky dice) (Read 9429 times)