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[GiglameshDespair]

And so fate, laughing merrily, rolls the dice once more...

The seven sit around the old wood table in the knightlodge.

Two are of the tall Earthborn – one in hunter's garb, a sharp sabre at his side and a heavy crossbow over his shoulder. Mostly silent, his piercing green eyes do the talking as often or not.

The other has his stony skin hidden beneath thick black plate. One wouldn't think to look, but he was once a blacksmith. The only sign remaining is the huge hammer – used for pounding only the thickest of steel.

A single Lamia, youth within her features, sits upon her curled tail. She carries no sword, and naivete flickers in her eyes. A runaway – her family of merchants abandoned for the wider world, dangerous as it is.

One of the King of Suthrund's grandsons sits among the company, his copper hair distinctive of his bloodline – the glowing eyes of orange only add to the certainty. Clad in chainmail, he carries no coat of arms to reveal his bloodline, but a single silver signet.

Tall, but short next to the Earthborn, is a lanky man with long black hair. Though he is still now, when he walks he has the swagger of a pirate – a man used to swaying decks and swaying from drink. The cutlass at his waist clears any doubt as to his previous occupation.

A man from the secretive Magi Mechanicos – metal built into his very skin gives him an alien appearance among those around him. The staff beside him – if the implants did not give it away – reveal his nature as a mage.

Finally, a lone Buzkari, emaciated and feeble. The robes it wears are tattered, but the cloak of magic it drapes itself in like a shroud blazes like a beacon to those with the right eyes.

---

The caravan master had been a miser, and the guarding job you all met on has left you with little coin in your collective purses. The knightlodge is a place where questors may rest and the unfortunate, the afflicted, and the hunted may come to make their plea for help. When the lords will not, the people come to the knightlodges, hoping to meet a friendly order that will help them. Many require gold, and most hoping for help offer a reward.

The knightlodge is brightly lit, with a dozen whale-oil lanterns burning merrily, hanging from hooks in the old wooden beams of the ceiling. You are in the northern part of Suthrund in a town named Zandburg – this land is that of dark forests and crumbling castles. The elves lurk in the woods in great numbers and worse than that is rumoured to walk in the night.

You are far from the only ones in the knightlodge – a filthy miner sits in the corner, with the faint look of desperation on his face.  You overheard him earlier, requesting help against some monster in a mine.

A trio of knights from the Forest Brothers are boisterously drinking around a round table, boasting of how they'll slay some beast in Mulgran Wood and collect the bounty. No doubt you could wheedle out more information from the drunken knights.

A troop of mercenaries, smelling the brewing war, occupy several long tables – constantly calling for more ale. With a windfall on the horizon, they would accept more warriors into their ranks, for the bigger sign-on bonus for their leader if nothing else.

The rest are hedge knights - landless wanderers, little different to mercenaries but for a knighthood gained on some distant field. They'd have rumours, as all travelers do, but your purses are too slim to hire any for now, and they would not have work for you.

[GiglameshDespair]

For those with magic, you may choose your day's spells.

You may choose as many spells as you have spell slots.

Spoiler: Soul Magic (click to show/hide)

Soul curse

Sicken
str -10 / #effected
3 turns
magstr = 1-12 + (cost+3) + SClvl
cost  = #str lost

Bleed
3 turns
Inflicts bleed, single
magstr = 1-12 + (cost+3)+ SClvl
cpst = 6

Putrify
3 turns
Heals on effected harm, single
magstr = 1-12 + (cost+4)+ SClvl
cost = 10

Soul Boost

Rapid Thought

Init +10/#effected +SBlvl
3 turns
+1 = cost+3
cost = 10

Brawn Boost

str+5 +SBlvl
3 turns
cost = 8

Unnatural Vigour

Max hp +30+(SBlvlx2)
5 turns
cost = 12

Soul Magic (either)

Consolidate remnants

Crystallise the dregs of a soul into a soul effigy, that can be used instead of your own soul.

Spoiler: Divine Magic (click to show/hide)

Divine Lightning

Shocktouch

8 casts
1-25 dam, touch
chance to arc

Shockblade

8 casts
1-12 dam, one weapon, 5 turns
chance to arc

Stunshock

4 casts
1-18 dam
Chance to stun
Chance to arc

Divine Fire

Leaping Ember

12 casts
1 – 17 dam, ranged (shot)
chance of fire

Cauterise

6 casts
1-10 dam
Stop bleeding

Incandescence

4 casts
1-12 dam, ranged, shot
chance to blind
chance of fire

Divine Fire and Divine Lightning

Sunshock spear

2 casts
1 – 20 shock dam
1 – 20 fire dam
ranged, shot
chance to arc
chance of fire

Spoiler: Elemental Magic (click to show/hide)

Fire – requires mag 10 – halved if specialised

Guarding Cinders

12 casts
fire lvl x 1- 12 fire dam – respond to attackers

Flameblast

14 casts
4 -  (7xfirelvl) fire dam, ranged,
chance of fire

Firewall

10 casts
Make a 2-20 dam wall of fire a few metres across. Lasts for firelvl x 2 turns.

Tinderspark

10 casts
1-1 fire dam
high chance of fire, touch

Smokeburst

10 casts
Make a cloud of concealing smoke.

Fireeater

6 casts
Consume a small, non magical source of fire to restore minor HP.

Requires mag 14 / 7 I.s.

Flamewhip

6 casts
8 – 30 flame dam
chance of fire

Stone – requires mag 10 – halved if specialised

Pebbleskin

10 casts
Boost defence by 4, 10 turns

Stonehand

10 casts
Gives 'stone fist' weapon equipped on caster's hands. 10 turns or until dismissed.

Earthwhisper

14 casts
Read the vibrations of movement through the ground.

Stone Shrapnel

8 casts
stonelvl x 5- 14 short range, multiattack

Rocklaunch

8 casts
stonelvl x 1 – stonelvlx4 range, bolt

[GiglameshDespair]

Players

Balthazar Grinberg, the silent hunter

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Name: Balthazar Grinberg
Race: Earthborn
Background: Originally a hunter, he had to leave his hometown when the villagefolk burned down his house. Again. But he's gotten used to that kind of stuff. Now he's the guy you turn to for the occasional odd job, especially if that involves a bolt in someone's head.

Description: A tall, lean humanoid with a stony grey skin, piercing emerald eyes and a groowling raspy voice. Dislikes talking, especially when it is required of him; despite or maybe because of this, he's surprisingly good with people of all kinds and backgrounds. Completely lacking in magical ability.
Even though he's a sight to be remembered, he prefers camouflage and ambush tactics to heavy armor. His weapon of choice is a steel crossbow inscribed with ancient runes; only he himself knows what they stand for. In close combat he uses a sabre with a midnight-black blade, but any one-hand weapon will do in a pinch.

Type: Normal

Health: 144
Stamina: 83
Magic Slots: 0

Def: 6

Resist Fi: 0
Resist Wt: 0
Resist St: 0
Resist Ar: 0

Resist Sl: 0

Resist DF: 0
Resist DL: 0

Statistics: You have 60 points to distribute.

Strength (str): 10
Vitality (vit): 11
Finesse (Fin): 14
Willpower (Wil): 12
Magic (Mag): 0
Attunement (Att): 0
Perception (Per): 13

Magic(s):

Proficiencies: 30 points to distribute. It costs 5 points for the first level in a skill.

Physical:
Fists
One Handed Blades Level 6
Two Handed Blades
One Handed Crushing
Two Handed Crushing Level 4
Polearms
Thrown Weapons
Bows
Crossbows Level 8
Staves
Light Armour
Medium Armour
Heavy Armour
Shields
Tower Shields

Magical:
Divine Fire
Divine Lightning
Soul Curse
Soul Boost
Elemental Fire
Elemental Water
Elemental Air
Elemental Stone
Elemental Life

Skills: you have 100 points to distribute.  It costs 5 points for level one in a skill.

Monster Knowledge 6
Magic knowledge
Languages 11
Persuasion 12
Intimidation 10

Stealth 11 (13)
Lockpicking 6
Medicine
Blacksmithing
Enchanting
Alchemy
Swim
Handle Animal
Hunting  8
Climbing 4

Equipment:

Weapons
Right hand: Hunter's rune crossbow, 10-24, 2h
Left hand: --

To hit: + 8 + 19

Armour and gear:

Head: Hunter's hat, 1 def
Face:
Shoulders: Hunter's cloak, 1 def,  +2 stealth
Chest: Plaincloth tunic, 1 def
Back: --Plaincloth tunic--
Arms:
Hands: Hunter's gloves,1 def
Legs: Leather breeches, 1 def
Feet: Leather boots, 1 def
-iron knife 1 - 10

Belt:
- Leather bolt Quiver
      -30 iron bolts, 1-3
-Sabre sheath
      - Black Sabre, slash 5-19, 1h
Left hand ring:
Right hand ring:
Neck:

Backpack:
Waterskin (4)
29x food ration

Other:

5xSmall animal bone
3x Animal hide

Coin: 50

Thrunn Flamecaller, the Mechanical Mage

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Name: Thrunn Flamecaller
Gender: Male
Race: Magi Mechanicos
Background: An inventor-mage repurposed as a reconnaissance unit, Thrunn has been sent out into the world on the behest of his people to gather information on what has been happening, and why the sun is dimming. During his time as an inventor-mage, he devised a few things which have become quite commonly used amongst his people, the most prominent of which is a built-in, auto-reconfiguring, wrist-mounted multi-tool. His childhood was quite normal for a Mechanicos, being raised in a crθche by an autonomous servitor, being integrated into society-at-large on his fourteenth birthday.

Description: A tall, bald man, Thrunn has runic tattoos of metal across his body, and a set of red-glowing metal bands along the back of his neck and arms, as well as a mass of metal replacing part of the left side of his face, his left eye a glowing red orb. His chest has a large metallic hexagonal pad, in which sits a slowly-pulsing amber-coloured crystal. He generally dresses in smoke-grey robes with some light-weight protective plating underneath to cover his vital areas, and carries an intricately-detailed staff.

Type: Normal

Level: 1

Traits:

Health: 112
Stamina: 65
Magic Slots : 5
-
-
-
-
-

Def: 6+3 = 9

Resist Fi: 7
Resist Wt: 7
Resist St: 7
Resist Ar: 7

Resist Sl: 6

Resist DF: 6
Resist DL: 6

Statistics: You have 60 points to distribute.

Strength (str): 6
Vitality (vit):5
Finesse (Fin):8
Willpower (Wil):6   
Magic (Mag):13
Attunement (Att):15
Perception (Per):7 

Magic(s): Elemental

Proficiencies: 30 points to distribute. It costs 5 points for the first level in a skill.

Physical:
Fists
One Handed Blades
Two Handed Blades
One Handed Crushing
Two Handed Crushing
Polearms
Thrown Weapons
Bows
Crossbows
Staves 6
Light Armour 6
Medium Armour
Heavy Armour
Shields
Tower Shields

Magical:
Divine Fire
Divine Lightning
Soul Curse
Soul Boost
Elemental Fire 6
Elemental Water
Elemental Air
Elemental Stone
Elemental Life

Skills: you have 100 points to distribute.  It costs 5 points for level one in a skill.

Monster Knowledge
Magic knowledge  11
Languages 6
Persuasion 6-3 (3)
Intimidation

Stealth 3
Lockpicking 4+2 (6)
Medicine
Blacksmithing 7+3 (10)
Enchanting 11
Alchemy 11
Swim
Handle Animal
Hunting
Climbing 5

Equipment: [leave blank. I'll fill this in from your description.]

Weapons:
Right hand: Intricate Magos staff, blunt 7- 14, +2 mag
Left hand: --

To hit: +7 +6


Head: Wandering Mage Robe Hood
Face:
Shoulders:
Chest: Wandering Mage Robe, light, +4 def
Back: --Wandering Mage Robe--
Arms: Magos Implants (unremovable), + 2 implant slots, + 2 lockpicking, + 1 def
Hands:
Legs: --Wandering Mage Robe
Feet: Leather Boots, +1 def

Belt:
- iron knife 1 - 10
Left hand ring:
Right hand ring:
Neck:
Implant 1:
Implant 2:

Backpack:

Waterskin (4)
29x food ration

Other:

Coin: 50

Aras Stoneskin, the Armoured Blacksmith

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Name: Aras Stoneskin
Gender: Male
Race: Earthborn
Background: Aras was one of the earliest Earthborn - whilst he was not formed in the Birth, he was born to that generation, and his lack of home struck strong in his mind. For almost 50 years he lived a nomadic lifestyle, after witnessing his parents killed at the hands of a mad soul mage whilst still a child.
 It was during this time that he stumbled upon the city of Ferrikos. Whilst at first he did not stay, he returned time and time again, until his face became known. It was during a bandit raid on one of the outer villages that Aras first hefted a hammer, in defense of an innocent blacksmith and his family. In return, the blacksmith tokk him back to the Iron City itself, and took him in as his own, teaching him his trade.
 Aras was happy here, and accepted the blacksmith as his kin. However, it was not long in his mind before he perished, old age taking him where no enemy had been able. Aras buried his mentor with his favourite hammer, and shed his last tear over his corpse.
 Lost again, he worked the forge for a while, before his heart left it. He began to long once more for other lands, and one day the forge simply shut. Hammering continued for a number of days, and when Aras emerged it was behind a thick shell of black steel. In his hand he clutched the largest of the blacksmith's hammers - no longer a tool of work, but reshaped into a weapon of war.
 A new mercenary company was formed on that day. It possessed no headquarters, owed allegiance to no coin. They named themselves the Slayers, and they sought only the challenge of the hunt. At first, their numbers surged, but soon they were thinned again by the tasks they undertook. In the end, there were only four remaining. Aras; Vidir, a male elvish elementalist (from whom Aras learnt some power over the forces of stone); Via, a female Lamia, handy with a spear; and a small pygmy giant, called Brute, after the excessive use of his fists.
 Their final mission was their biggest. they had been tasked with killing a dragon - not just any dragon, but the one of first of their kind, who had recently woken from an era long slumber and had started to terrorize the nearby cities. They tracked the beast to its lair, and fought together for the last time. They were scattered by its claws, charred by its breath, and ultimately faced with hopeless odds. regardless, they fought on, until one by one they fell, bleeding, to the floor. Aras was the last standing, and faced with the prospect of letting it loose, summoned up his energy. He sent his lifeforce itself seeping into the rocks, tearing them and shaking them, and the cave shattered around them. The dragon was buried under tonnes of rocks, along with his thrid family. Unsure whether they were alive or dead, he crawled to the village nearby, before blacking out.


Description: A hulking Stoneborn, Aras stands almost 7' tall, but much wider than many others of his race, with skin almost grey and hard to the touch. His eyes are pure grey, sunk deep, and he is bald.
 Whenever possible, Aras wears his heavy black plate mail, undecorated. The helm has only the smallest slit for vision, completely obscuring his face. the gauntlets, elbows, kness and boots are all riveted, allowing him to fight on even if he loses his weapon.

Type: Normal

Level: 1

Traits:

Health: 142
Stamina: 74
Magic Slots: 1
-

Def: 22+3

Resist Fi: 2
Resist Wt: 2
Resist St: 2
Resist Ar: 2

Resist Sl: 2

Resist DF: 2
Resist DL: 2

Statistics:

Strength (str): 15
Vitality (vit): 8
Finesse (Fin): 5 (0)
Willpower (Wil): 15
Magic (Mag): 5
Attunement (Att): 5
Perception (Per): 5 (3)

Magic(s): Elemental (Stone)

Proficiencies:

Physical:
Fists 1
One Handed Blades
Two Handed Blades
One Handed Crushing
Two Handed Crushing 4
Polearms
Thrown Weapons
Bows
Crossbows
Staves
Light Armour
Medium Armour
Heavy Armour 4
Shields
Tower Shields

Magical:
Elemental Fire
Elemental Water
Elemental Air
Elemental Stone 4 x 1.5
Elemental Life


Skills:

Monster Knowledge 10
Magic knowledge 1
Languages
Persuasion
Intimidation 10

Stealth
Lockpicking
Medicine 5
Blacksmithing 11
Enchanting 1
Alchemy 1
Swim 1
Handle Animal 10
Hunting 1
Climbing 5

Equipment: [leave blank. I'll fill this in from your description.]

Weapons:
Right hand: Blacksmiths heavy hammer, crush (16 - 29)+15+4
Left hand: --

To hit: + 4 + 3


Head: Blacksmith's helm, 4 def, heavy, per -2
Face:--Blacksmith's helm--
Shoulders: Blacksmith's Pauldrons, 2 def, heavy
Chest: Blacksmith's plate, 6 def, heavy, fin - 2
Back: --Blacksmith's plate--
Arms: --Blacksmith's plate--
Hands:Blacksmith's gauntlets, 3 def, heavy, fin - 1
Legs: Blacksmith's greaves, 4 def, heavy, fin - 1
Feet: Blacksmith's boots, 3 def, heavy, fin - 1

Belt:
- iron knife 1 - 10
Left hand ring:
Right hand ring:
Neck:

Backpack:

Waterskin (4)
29x food ration

Other:

Coin: 50

Kyle Johnson, the sleazy pirate

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Name:Kyle Johnson
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Background: Kyle is a pirate that has spent most of his adult life working under a pirate captain until he became first mate, the day he became first mate the captain... bit the dust. It was a sad time. Kyle Continued raiding and pillaging for a few more years before the current day.

Description:  Tall and imposing with black hair and green eyes. He has a deeps voice but is fairly quiet.

Type: Normal

Level: 1

Traits: --

Health: 100
Stamnia: 71
Magic Slots: 2
-
-

Def: 9

Resist Fi: 4
Resist Wt: 4
Resist St: 4
Resist Ar: 4

Resist Sl: 5

Resist DF: 5
Resist DL: 5

Statistics: You have 60 points to distribute.

Strength (str):      5
Vitality (vit):        7
Finesse (Fin):        10
Willpower (Wil):     8
Magic (Mag):       10
Attunement (Att): 8
Perception (Per):  8

Magic(s):  Soul

Proficiencies:  points to distribute. It costs 5 points for the first level in a skill.

Physical:
Fists 1
One Handed Blades 1
Thrown Weapons 1
Light Armour 1

Magical:

Soul Curse 1
Soul Boost 1


Skills: you have 50 points to distribute.  It costs 5 points for level one in a skill.

Monster Knowledge
Magic knowledge 1
Languages 1
Persuasion 21
Intimidation 6

Stealth
Lockpicking
Medicine
Blacksmithing
Enchanting
Alchemy
Swim 11
Handle Animal 16
Hunting
Climbing 26

Equipment:

Weapons
Right hand: Cutlass, slash 9-20, 1h
Left hand: --

Armour and gear:

Head: Leather Helm, 2 def, Light
Face:
Shoulders:
Chest: Ragged Jerkin, 3 def, Light
- 5x Throwing knives slash 5-8, short range
Back: --Ragged Jerkin--
Arms:
Hands: Leather Gauntlets, 2 def, light
Legs: Leather breeches, 1 def
Feet: Leather boots, 1 def


Belt:
- iron knife 1 - 10
-Sabre sheath
      - [Sabre, slash 4-18, 1h]
Left hand ring:
Right hand ring:
Neck:

Backpack:

Remmant Effigy (100 soul points)
Waterskin (4)
29x food ration

Other:

Coin: 50

Adalinda Tamasa, the wandering daughter

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Name: Adalinda Tamasa(Means 'dark noble serpent')(Ada for short)
Gender: Female
Race: Lamia
Background: From The Free Kingdoms, Ada is a sheltered girl, only aware of the outside world by books. Her family want to wed her to a suitor to raise their statue and thus locked her up to keep her 'safe'. She mostly self-taught with one of servant girls giving her tips on brawling after much begging.
One day not too long ago, Ada slipped into the garden river after drugging the guard to see the world. Currently calling herself Meg to avoid any searches from her family.

Description: A black scaled Lamia from the waist down and dark skin above, with long dark hair in a pony tail and blue eyes. She wears the normal clothes for a traveler, simple leather outfit for minor protection and major mobilit and a hooded cloak for keeping the wind off(and to hide her face if needed.)

Type: Normal/Divine


Traits: Godsblood: A severe weakness to [daemonic] weaponry and spells.

Health: 90
Stamina: 50
Magic slots: 4
-
-
-
-

Def: 9+2

Resist Fi: 7
Resist Wt: 7
Resist St: 7
Resist Ar: 7

Resist Sl: 10

Resist DF: 10
Resist DL: 10

Statistics:

Strength (str):      5
Vitality (vit):        0
Finesse (Fin):        5
Willpower (Wil):     10
Magic (Mag):        21
Attunement (Att): 14
Perception (Per):  5

Magic(s): Divine, Elemental

Proficiencies:

Physical:
Fists:2
Light Armour:3

Magical:
Divine Lightning:4
Elemental Life:5

Skills:

Monster Knowledge:10
Magic knowledge:11
Languages
Persuasion
Intimidation

Stealth
Lockpicking
Medicine:25
Blacksmithing
Enchanting:10
Alchemy:15
Swim:5
Handle Animal
Hunting
Climbing

Equipment: [leave blank. I'll fill this in from your description.]
Weapons
Right hand: Fist wrap, 1 def, blunt 1-12 dam
Left hand: Fist wrap, 1 def, blunt 1-12 dam

To hit: + 2 + 5

Armour and gear:

Head:
Face:
Shoulders: Hooded Cloak, 1 def
Chest: Traveler's leather, 3 def, Light
Back: --traveler's leather--
Arms: --traveler's leather
Hands: [Fist wraps]
Tail: Leather drapings, 2 def, Light


Belt:
- iron knife 1 - 10
Left hand ring:
Right hand ring:
Neck:

Backpack:

Waterskin (4)
29x food ration

Other:

Coin: 50

Jarund Mycaeros, the adventurous royal

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Name: Jarund Mycaeros
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Divine
Background: The younger son of the Duke of Grondunda, and nephew of the current King of Suthrund, Jarund is related to the royal family. He grew up in wealth and prosperity in his father's keep and the surrounding lands, with some of the best tutors available. Unlike his elder brother and his father, though, Jarund isn't a statesman. Displaying an aptitude for both swordsmanship and magic, Jarund took up both, preferring utility to specialization. Since he came of age, he has become an honorary member of the knightly Order responsible for clearing the local forest of Elves, and has participated in several of their hunts, using both his magic and his sword to great effect. Despite preferring an arming sword, which is one-handed, he doesn't usually carry a shield into battle, choosing instead to use his free hand for spellcasting gestures and grappling his opponents.

Description: Jarund is in his mid-twenties. He is of average height, roughly 5'9", and is fit and athletic, kept in shape by frequent elf-hunts. His copper hair is relatively short, his beard is trim and neat, and his faintly glowing orange eyes betray his divine ancestry. For formal events and on special occasions, he wears high quality tailor-fit linen clothing, marking his nobility. Most of the time, he wears less opulent clothing, which though still of good quality and fit, is decidedly less noticeable.

In combat, Jarund wears chain-mail armor: a haubergeon over a toughened leather shirt, mail chausses with poleyns, mail gloves, spaulders, metal boots, and a helmet with an aventail. He wields an arming sword in his right hand; it has a fire opal embedded in the pommel.

Depending upon the situation, Jarund's plain silver ring, with the Mycaeros seal, is either upon his finger or on a string around his neck. Usually, it's the latter.

Type: Normal/ Divine

Level: 1

Traits: Godsblood: A severe weakness to [daemonic] weaponry and spells.

Health: 80+(36)+(16)= 132
Stamina: 77
Magic Slots: 2
-
-

Def: 9+1

Resist Fi: 4
Resist Wt: 4
Resist St: 4
Resist Ar: 4

Resist Sl: 5

Resist DF: 5
Resist DL: 5

Statistics:

Strength: 8
Vitality:    9
Finesse:   10 (
Willpower: 7
Magic:     10
Attunement: 9
Perception: 7 (6)

Magic(s): Divine

Proficiencies:

Physical:
One Handed Blades 4
Medium Armour 3

Magical:
Divine Fire 3
Divine Lightning 4

Skills:

Monster Knowledge 6
Magic knowledge 10
Languages 5
Persuasion 5
Intimidation 6

Stealth 4
Medicine 3
Enchanting 5
Swim 4
Handle Animal 3
Hunting 5

Equipment:

Weapon
Right hand: Arming sword slash ( 8- 20)+4+4 / pierce (5- 12)+4+4
Left hand: --

To hit: +4 +6

Armour and gear:

Head: Aventail Helm, 3 def, med, per - 1
Face: --Aventail Helm --
Shoulders: Iron Spaulders, 2 def, med,
Chest: Iron mail, 4 def, med, - 1 fin
Back: --Iron mail--
Arms:
Hands: Mail Gloves, 2 def, med
Legs: Mail Chausses, 3 def, -1 fin
Feet: Iron boots, 2 def, med

Belt:
- iron knife 1 - 10
Left hand ring:
Right hand ring: Silver signet ring
Neck:

Backpack:

Waterskin (4)
29x food ration

Other:

Coin: 50

??, the mysterious insect

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Name: ?
Gender: Androgynous
Race: Buzkari
Background:
Seems to have been moving from the South-West when it appeared. Who knows its destination, or why it left the Buzkari lands?

Description: Shuffling slowly forwards on emaciated, unstable legs, kept supported by a gnarled staff and softly fluttering wings, this Buzkari looks weak, malnourished and prematurely aged.
It is clad in a tattered and thin cloak and hung with random vague trinkets. While It normally would be an incredibly sad sight, the crackling aura of magical power it exudes would dissuade that line of thinking.
Indeed, to those with the talent to see it, a blazing corona surrounds the soul of this insect, whilst those without the gift will only feel an air of awe and unease in it's presence.

Type: Normal

Level: 1

traits: Natural Armour: Defence+5

Health: [80+12+4(-20)(-15)] = 61
Stamina: 59
Magic slots: 5
-
-
-
-
-

Def: Nat5

Resist Fi: 7
Resist Wt: 7
Resist St: 7
Resist Ar: 7

Resist Sl: 11

Resist DF: 11
Resist DL: 11

Stat                  Score
Strength (Str)           2
Vitality (Vit)           3   
Finesse (Fin)           2   
Willpower (Wil)           10   
Magic (Mag)           22   (24)
Attunement (Att)   15   
Perception (Per)   6   

Magic(s): Soul

Proficiency   Points   Rank
Staves           5   1
Soul Curse   15   11
Soul Boost   10   9

Skill                 Points   Rank
Monster Knowledge   10   6
Magic knowledge           30   26
Languages           10   6
Intimidation           10   6
Medicine           15   11
Enchanting           15   11
Handle Animal           10   6

Equipment:
Weapons:
Right hand: Ancient staff, blunt 7- 14, +2 mag
Left hand: --

To hit: +1 +6


Head: Tattered robes
Face:
Shoulders: Tattered robes
Chest: Tattered robes
Back: --Tattered robes--
Arms: Tattered sleeves
Hands:
Legs: --Tattered robes
Feet: Roadworn sandals

Belt:
- iron knife 1 - 10
Left hand ring:
Right hand ring:
Neck:

Backpack:

Remmant Effigy (100 soul points)
Waterskin (4)
29x food ration

Other:

Coin: 50

[Vorthon]

((Gonna go with... Guarding Cinders, Flameblast, Tinderspark, Smokeburst, and Firewall for my spells.))

Thrunn looks about, before glancing back to his companions, "This unit is anxious to be on the move again. Sitting around does not help progress this unit's task."

((Blergh, been a while since I've done anything RP-ish. Gonna take some time to get back into the groove. e-e))

[Helgoland]

"So what shall we do? I don't like all this sitting-around either. The world is moving, we should not stand still."

[kj1225]

((I'll go with Unnatural Vigor, Consolidate remnants, and Bleed.))

Kyle looks towards the miner and mercenaries.
"Well mate, I would find helping that miner an interesting change of pace but... I'm no stranger to working around mercenaries.

Kyle chuckles as he thinks of something.

[Helgoland]

"Why not. I've yet to meet a monster that didn't react to a bolt in its head. Any objections?"
Balthazar starts getting up to go talk to the miner.

[swordsmith04]

((Sunshock Spear and Shockblade.))

Fingering his signet ring, Jarund looked up. "You'll hear none from me. Those mercenaries will not remain here forever, though. If they are still here when we return, I would that we spoke to them, at least." He stood up to follow Balthazar over to the miner's table.

[kj1225]

Kyle's eyes drift to the ring calculating values before drifting away noting it would not be worth it no matter how much it was. He gets up to follow the other two swaggering as he goes.

[swordsmith04]

Jarund notices the pirate's eye. "Touch it and it will be your head, knave. This ring is of far more personal worth than monetary." Jarund scowled, and waited until Kyle had passed before following.

((My preciousss.))

[kj1225]

"I noticed. If it was valuable I would have said something."
Kyle walks past.

[Vorthon]

Thrunn glances at the miner, his artificial eye whirring and clicking, before getting up to follow Balthazar, Jarund, and Kyle,  "This unit is willing to help the miner. Any potential lead must be followed."

[swordsmith04]

Jarund, caught between wanting to let the matter drop and voicing indignation, mentally sighs, and goes with the former.

[Helgoland]

As Balthazar arrives at the miner's table, he stands still for a moment to take a good hard look at the man. Then he begins to talk: "We can help with your trouble, if you'll hire us. Payment will be determined after we've evaluated the situation. Is there any relevant information you haven't yet talked about?"

((EDIT: He does this after the discussion, of course...))

[Tack]

Spoiler: Buzkari (click to show/hide)

Hp:61
Stam: 59
Slots: 5
- Consolidate
- Sicken
- Bleed
- Putrify
- Brawn boost

SC: 11
SB: 9

Staff
To-Hit +1 +6
Blunt 7-15

The hooded insect sits, quietly listening. As the assassin leaves the table, he speaks. His voice comes out as a thin rasp, punctuated by coughing.
"I do not take pleasure in the idea of... serving in a human army, especially if it is fighting other human armies"
"However"
"We would be well served to... pursue all avenues... especially if they may be near one another.
"Why not talk to all three? We need not make promises."
He ends in a bout of weak coughing, as he settles into his cloak.