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[darkpaladin109]

Sure, I'l check out that armor shop.

[UltraValican]

Put me on the waitlist

Spoiler:  Xavar the Aspiring (click to show/hide)

Race: Man/Orc hybrid
Age: 21
Bio: Xavar's parentage is a rare case, He was fathered by a human. Xavar's father was a noble, with rather specific tastes in women. It was only inevitable that the Orcish slave woman would eventually conceive a child sired by some "lone deranged vagrant" in the middle of the night.  Perhaps out of guilt for his actions, the noble saw to it that Xavar be tutored privately just like his legitimate son. When questioned by the tutor, the noble would simply call Xavar's education an experiment. Xavar had a knack for academics and was constantly praised by his father and tutor. His half-brother often felt neglected jealousy gave way to hatred. When Xavar's father died, his brother expelled him from the manor. Xavar spent several years wandering the world, with no ambitions. He had a proficiency for magic, but he had no mentors. At the very best he could fire very wild beams from his hands or slightly weaker beams, but much more accurate blasts from rod or staff

On one fateful evening, Xavar decided he would teach himself, all he had to do was find some old texts. Of course this cost money. And the best way to make money in these  times is mercenary work...

Xavar is somewhat portly for a man with Orc genes, however his soft appearance hides reasonably developed muscles. He could certainly pass for a full blooded Orc until he opens his mouth, he can speak fluent common as a result of being tutored, but can barely speak enough Orcish to articulate if he's injured or needs to eat.

Inventory: Some what armored robes with cloak
                  Studded Metal Quater Staff
                  Rusty Saber
                  Appropriate amount of money for a wandering Half Orc
                 
 

[Comrade P.]

Spoiler: Patrick Hunt (click to show/hide)

You come to the voice, and step into the circle of elves. He is in center.
 - You!
He comes closer. Dead silence.

 - Well done! You know what they have done? They dequatered two batallions and 8 more companies from this place in order to reinforce border! We now can begin an open rebellion - we'll just outnumber them. Once again, well done.

He shakes your hand fiercely.

 - This man is as brave as each of you should be! Young hero of nation! I want this story to be told as often as you can. Spread the word.

Some speech (not required to be posted) or just a few words about your plans and asking to join?

Spoiler: darkpaladin109 (click to show/hide)

You get inside. Armors of all sorts and sizes, a whole variety of those. A short sturdy merchant is bored at his desk. As he sees you coming, he stands up and comes right to you.
 - I see why you came here. This lousy coat does not protects you from this
You look down and see a barrel looking right to your belly.
 - And you're going to need protection in those times. Straight to the point. What is the sum you're oing to leave here?

UltraValican, accepted. You may join the party right now, since others have incomplete bios. Your starting capital - 80 singuluses. Name your starting location and we'll begin.

[Patrick Hunt]

Ask him for his plan so I can decide how to help.

" It was obvious really, they think my threats were to keep them here while we invade so they moved to cut us off.

Leaving us free to wipe them out here take everything we need burn the rest and vanish into the forest with our people.

On e the battles over I need totalk to the assembled town. Before I move on I want to recruit any more who'll join me. This wars just beginning and I need more men to fight it.
Unless you'd care to join me in raising our brethren in the other occupied towns?

[Patrick Hunt]

(( Holy shut I can't believe my plan is actually working lol. I did it as a joke I didn't think they'd actually fall for it. ))

[Comrade P.]

Spoiler: Patrick Hunt (click to show/hide)

((It's not time for a good DM yet, I still have an ace in my sleeve. You won't like it.))

 - As for me, I'm going to retake this town first, than make plans. To arms, brothers!

A joyous shout raises in the mine, and it seems to echo all over the town. Elves grab all the weaponry from the stack andtwo hundred armed men go to the streets. As they go, more are joining them with guns in their hands. Lads and maids with proud looks march through the streets. Damn, they are running like a springwater flow and sweep away everything that stands on their way.
You follow the crowd with a group of nine who share your conviction about combat style.
A thunderlike roar comes from the side of the citadel. Aww, that doesn't sounds good. You come closer to it.
Square in front of citadel is a full-scaled  urban battlefield. The onle thing differences this place from the standart rebellion is a GODDAMN IRONSCALED FIREBREATHING DRAGON IN THE CENTER OF THIS MESS! And, the worst thing, it seems to be controlled by a huge armored person that stands in the frontgate of citadel.
Other men are just soldiers. In fact, most of them fleeing the battlefield right now.

((He-he))

[Patrick Hunt]

(( That's it? I was expecting worse then that. ))

Gather my other men and these 9 then slip from the group and head along side streets to get behind or to it's flank. ( Whatever gives us a good shot at the heavy without being in his line of sight. ) Once in position me and all my men shoot the man controlling the dragon. Be careful to avoid anyone seeing us as we move.

[UltraValican]

Ask around for the most diverse city/village nearby and head there.

[Comrade P.]

((UltraValican, do you start in Elvish, Dwarven or Men's realm or out of civilized world's borders? Answer on yer question pretty much depends on it))

[Comrade P.]

Spoiler: Patrick Hunt (click to show/hide)

((Dragon is not the baddest thing here.))
Armored guy's roll for intuition [3]
He doesn't give two shits about your arrival - his is attention is now consumed by waching the dragon that seems to follow his commands. He just stands and holds his hands behind his back. He looks like a sciencist looking on an experimental device.
You get scatter around two or three rooftops but hold a visual contact. Ten arrows at once fly at the poor bastard.
[initiative roll: 2-1 vs 1]
He mentions the arrows right when they are a few meters before him. That doesn't gives him any advantage, though.
Your attack rolls:
3 x [1+1-3]
2 x [2+1-3]
2 x [3+1-3]
2 x [4+1-3]
1 x [5+1-3]
A rain of arrows glance and scratch his armor. Not effective.
He turns his eyeless helmet with a symbol of Men's Empire in center of it to you and sweeps his hand in your direction. Dragon turns his head and gives you all a huge burst of flame:
3 x [1]
1 x [4]
3 x [5]
3 x [6]
Six of your men are blazing torches, one has his face burnt. You and two guys near you are fine, however.

Action reconsidered

[UltraValican]

I'll start out on the frontier, the borders of the civilized world.

[Comrade P.]

Spoiler: UltraValican (click to show/hide)

You shamble around the refugee camp. Plently of halfbreeds here, some barbarians, a lot of miserable people, some draft-dodgers and deserters here. Some traders from caravans that travel through the Wildlands. You guess that this place is diverse enough.

[UltraValican]

Ask the Caravan traders about the Wild Lands, any places or beasts of interest?

[Patrick Hunt]

Shout at the massed elves to focus all fire on the dragons eyes where it's not armored then go back into the city and take a wider route through the streets outside the fighting to get behind the heavy.

Gather up any elves with weapons I come across on the way and keep my men with me.

(( Basically go back the way we came from the base until were away from the fighting then use side streets away from the fighting to get behind the heavy without being seen by him or the dragon. ))

[Harry Baldman]

Stare out of the window for a while. Take in the pastoral countryside.

That is, unless it isn't very pastoral at all. What does it actually look like?