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[Draignean]

2 Weeks' Rations - 20 C
Camping Gear - 25 C (I'm assuming bedroll, light tent, fire pot)
Writing Tools - 5 C
500 ft of Rope - 125 C (5 C per 20  foot length. Jesus, that's a lot of rope.)
Knife/Axe/Ice Pick - 20 C (I'm assuming sturdy but simple quality)
Backpack - 5 C
Extendable Eleven Foot Pole - 10 C (When ten feet just isn't enough)
Measuring Gear-  10 C
Maps (Local and Global) - 25/50 (Cartographer's Maps/Merchant's Maps)
Belt with Pockets - 5 C
Waterskin - 5 C
Misc. Parts - ? C  (Your backpack has an axe, a pick, a knife, an extensible pole, a measuring kit, writing supplies, a camping pack, 500 feet of rope, two weeks worth of food, and several maps. Your backpack is busting.)
Swim Gear - ? C (Keelai are not waterfowl. They might do the wading bird thing occasionally, but... swimming would be stupidly difficult. Humans and Mutei are your best swimmers. Aoul and Fanai pick up after. Aoul have fewer fatty tissues than humans, and Fanai swim more like crocodiles, except their feathered body sections produce significantly more drag. Temani and Sal-Leifnin can sort of swim, but not particularly well. Kadi and Drogue both have their own issues.  Kadi have high muscle and bone density, both of which make them sink quite quickly. Drogue are reasonable boyant, but each part of their structure has to be able to breathe. The Keelai and Bale... don't really swim. Bale sink like rocks, holding air inside a shifted lung and walking along the bottom for brief periods if they happen to need to traverse water. Keelai... Keelai swim about as well as mix between a heron and a hawk would: there's a lot of screaming and incoherent curses, followed quickly by drowning if the water is much deeper than their height.)

Remaining credits: 45

Edited sheet and now I have no money, but some more equipment.

Charge crystals are priced in packs of 3, so 10 C buys you 6, not 5. Looks good other than that. I'll start loading up the waitlist for Tiruin's perusal tomorrow.

[IronyOwl]

Fiddly specific lore question: What's Inner Void supposed to represent?

[Draignean]

Fiddly specific lore question: What's Inner Void supposed to represent?

In the specifics, that's up to you. In broader strokes... Inner rage represents the passionate style of combat, whether that passion be the burning tide that mixes wrath and joy into something hot and deadly, or the colder rage of vengeance and bitter pain. Inner calm is about approaching battle as a game of chess, a series of maneuvers to be planned and calculated. Inner void represents an absence of thought, a reliance upon action and reaction.

The combatant still maintains a central identity with inner rage and inner calm, a persona that defines them. Embracing the inner void is the negation of self, giving up the burdens of thought and the fetters of emotion, and becoming more of a weapon than a person.

Granted, all of that you can bend a little or a lot depending on how you sell your character.

[IronyOwl]

I never did clean up the fluff, but Lora Kal Gara finally has material possessions and a full set of skills.

Price check on manacles? Possibly with a muzzle to further dekeelaize inhibit the beast races.

[micelus]

Done editing my sheet.

[ATHATH]

Alright, scratch the swim suit, and replace it with ten nails, a saw, and a hammer.

The eleven-foot pole has its length because a lot of things have ranges that are multiples of five units.

[Tiruin]

Here's the list of sheets, collated. If I missed any, please say

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...Two posts then!

Spoiler: Jov; Psycho Warrior-Assassin (click to show/hide)

Captain: No
Race: Fanai (Fane)
Archetype: Psycho Warrior-Assassin
Attributes:
Strength: 26 Resistance Points: 13.6 (-1)
Finess: 15 (-3)  Focus Pool: 27.1 (-1.5)
Speed: 34 (-2)  Focus Regen: 3.8 (-0.5)
Grace: 12  (-5) Light: 13.7
Wisdom: 5  Evasion: 22.2 (-2.5)
Brilliance: 8  Crit Resistance: 5.72 (-0.06)
Skills + Abilities:
Battle Sense
--Opportune Timing   
Combat Expertise
--Steelshock         
Cadet Training (Edged)
--Inner Void         
Speaker
--Listener

Gear:
Plain Steel Sword "Iron Teeth and Claws" (50)
Plain Steel Maul "Tail and braced arms" (50)
Armor ("Cloth Braces", Lesser, Defense Vs Polearms 2, Vs Blades 3, Vs Blunt 3, Speed Penalty 2, Grace Penalty 5, Finesse Penalty 3) (20)
Navigator's Arc (35)
Crystal Cloak (65)
Comfortable clothes (4)
(Most of a) Greater Lockpick Set (30)
Recreational drinks, 3 bottles (4)
Backpack (3)
Extra set of comfortable clothes (4)
Simple eating impliments (3)
A dissembodied limb or two (3)
A set of loaded die (3)
A pillow and light blanket (3)
A couple feet of rope; not enough to scale a cliff, but enough to sufficiently restrain a struggling victim's wrists or feet (3)

Description: Jov's scales are a dark orange; nearly brown. He has feathers of both a strong yellow and strong red. He keeps his arms and legs tightly wrapped in a cloth brace, but leaves his hands and feet free. He prefers a tunic and short pants, for freedom of movement; his favored tunics are all dark colors. He's short for a Fanai, but not outside the usual range. Some of his teeth have been replaced with iron, and he has scars all over his face and hidden on his arms and legs where his shows of strength have resulted in generally self-inflicted wounds. His thin jawline makes his long head seem longer, and his eyes are a burning passionate red; should you look at them, you'd get a sense of a wild psychopath being contained by a furious excitement for all things.
Personality: Jov believes that he is the strongest, and if he is not, he strives to improve himself and be the strongest. He expresses his strength by bloodshed; his own or others matters not to him, as long as he's inflicting pain to demonstrate strength. He believes in no god but himself, rejecting worship of the War god of his people as a crutch for weaklings. He's not at all shy of conflict, and will escalate a fight pretty quickly. He's also not shy or reserved in the slightest; loud and boastful, full of confidence. He doesn't make friendships fast; sooner or later he's going to try and spill his comrade's guts during their sleep, to watch their pain and enjoy it. He doesn't believe in a fair fight, but he doesn't accept help from others, either. If you need help, you are not strong. Killing your adversary on your own, even in the dead of night and in the back, is strength. Perhaps a suitably strong captain can keep him under his thumb?
Biography: The crew camped for the dim period. They had been traveling for days, always on the watch for their pursuer. They pitched their tents in a circle around a fire, wary of an attack, and set their watches. In a nearby tree, a winged creature stirred and flew off, startling the watch. The night wore on. The watch never noticed a figure enter a tent, then leave. They never noticed when the fire got brighter, but they did notice the stench of burning flesh. They ran to investigate, and found one of their companions in the fire, his chest opened up and some of his organs removed messily, and his throat slit. And there were many cuts elsewhere on his body, too; his arms in particular were torn to shreds. Their pursuer had taken another life.
When the Lighthouse brightened, the crew uttered their prayers for their departed comrade, and then packed up and resumed their journey. They were leaving the range of the Lighthouse, and it would only be one more day's travel before they reached the light of the next one, but still; during their trek through darkness would be the worst. Their leader held up his hand to light the way as the light got darker, and they clung to it. But it wasn't enough. One of their sharp-eyed members cried out as he saw their pursuer for the first time charging right at them from ahead. The figure raised his clawed hand to strike, and tore right through their leader, causing their light to fail. Now in total darkness, the remaining crew members could hear the screams of their fellow travelers as they got ripped apart, and the grunting sounds of their killer as he swallowed bits and pieces of them.
The carnage ended when the last one died. Jov released some of his Phari light, and looked over what he had done. Yes, they were all dead. He would get his pay, and had proved once more that his ways of killing were far superior. He looked around for the landmark that would indicate where the job would have passed out of his hands; there it was, he had killed them all on time.
The money was back in the city, though, so he started his trek back to the Lighthouse; perhaps he'd spend it on drink, or on whores, or even on food. No - not food; he tore an arm off of one of the dead travelers; he had plenty of food right here, and if he got hungry there was always someone who wanted someone else dead and eaten.

Spoiler: Lora Kal Gara, Relentless Demagogue of the Keelai (click to show/hide)

Name: Lora Kal Gara
Captain: Yes Apparently not!
Race: Keelai
Archetype: Relentless Demagogue
Attributes (0 points)
Strength: 40
Finesse: 5
Speed: 5
Grace: 30
Wisdom: 10
Brilliance: 10
Skills + Special Abilities (2 points)
Speaker
--Voice of Command
~Voice
~--Riot
Cadet Training: Blunt
--Inner Rage
Operant Fundamentals
--Operant Power
Gear:
Massive Hammer
Plain Longbow
x18 Simple Arrows
Satchel
110C
Description: Large for a Keelai, with an intense, vibrant mottled green stare. Coloration is otherwise dark, being mostly black with darker and lighter grays mottled in.
Personality: Intense and driven, Lora Kal Gara is possessed of an unshakeable will and terrifying presence. He tends to take the direct approach to things, especially people, confident that the truth will bear him out and that the righteous have nothing to hide. He can be subtle when he needs to be, but finds lying repulsive, and so tends to reveal himself when challenged. He's usually frustrated with his own people, disdainful of anything else claiming to be a person, and convinced that the fate of the world rests largely on his shoulders, all of which contributes to his intensity and drive.
Biography: Hatred. Disgust. Contempt. Lora Kal Gara was born into a world where common farm animals had pulled down centuries of progress. Where the greatest minds in the world lamented their ancestors' poor control over unruly livestock by building them little houses to live in like people. Where cowards and fools huddled in scarce patches of light while untold riches and apocalyptic omens waited in the sacred halls of the dark. A world of divine light shattered by arrogant savages, of untold potential squandered by weak-stomached cowards, of ravening death looming at the edges of a world that all too well deserved it.

A world of maddening waste and injustice, and a world that all too few seemed to want to save.

Lora would not stand for such an affront, and so he did what he could to salvage his people. He beat through their cowardice, their shame, the mindless lies they had let themselves fall victim to. He reminded them that they alone were the wielders of light in a world of dark, builders of empire, true heirs to all of creation. That the lesser races were naught but animals, huddling in the dark and resenting their betters. That the world was not safe, and that there was no time and no room for weakness and division. That they were Keelai, and that this world needed and belonged to them.

It was never enough. For every mind he converted to truth, it seemed two more remained determined to huddle in cowardice and sloth, afraid of the truth and what it demanded of them. Poisoned by regret, content with mediocrity, familiar with being little more than the animals their ancestors had once wielded like any other tool.

What Lora Kal Gara finally realized was that his people could not be swayed with words alone; they needed to be inspired, to be led by example, so be shown the truth in his words. That words and deeds together became more than either alone. If he could wield a pack of slaves- insolent or no- to uncover the darkest secrets of the coldest, most ravening reaches of the world, then his people would remember that they could as well. That they must, as well.

Today Lora Kal Gara preaches to slaves more often than not, warning them not of the crimes of their kind or the utter banality of their nature, but of the ever-ravening dark, and of the wondrous treasures and horrifying truths within it. He preaches to inspire and teach them, that they might be useful once more. Should he succeed, that will be his new sermon to his own people.

Spoiler: Jannary Wolder (done!);  Arbitomancer And Avernomancer (click to show/hide)

Captain: Nah.
Race: Human

Attributes (90 points)
Strength: 5
Finesse: 10
Speed: 20
Grace: 5
Wisdom: 45
Brilliance: 25

Skills + Special Abilities (5 points)
1 Avernale Training (Specialization, Split)
   3  Avernomantic Discipline (Specialization Waking Trance)
4 Operant Study (Specialization Operant Study)
5 Scholar (Specialization Natural Philosopher)

Gear:
Armor:
Name: Crystal-Scaled Robes
Tech Level: Lesser
Defense Vs Polearms:
Defense Vs Blades: 3
Defense Vs Blunt:
Defense Vs Pistols/Rifles: 3
Defense Vs Bows: 3
Defense Vs Phari: 3
Attribute Penalties:
Description: One of the robes that Jannary tends to wear, this particular robe has a light amount of scalemail built into it, not enough to really provide full coverage but enough to give a slight amount of protection against pistols and rifles and arrows, in addition to having some slight ability to turn aside blades. These scales are, for the most part, made out of crystal slightly enchanted to give a bit of protection against Phari.
Cost: 81
Plain Gunpowder Pistol, cost 50
6 Gunpowder Charges and 6 Inert Eggs, totaling 20
Pair of blank Memory Crystals, cost 50
Backpack, Arbiter's robes AND an Avernale's coat, assuming that wouldn't total to 100.
Extra money is coinage.

Description: Age 25, Jannary Wolder stands at a height of 5'7'', and has a rather unimpressively thin and bony physique... one thing that is particularly apparent is that the man is not a physical titan. However, this particular facet is often hidden by the fact that he is a fan of wearing rather body-concealing robes, which are thick, plentiful, and typically of a blue color, varying from a bright ice blue to a near-black midnight. Jannary's eyes are a dark brown color, similar in color to his wavy hair... excepting the streak of white that shoots directly through his hair, caused by an old incident with Arbitomancy. His skin is very pale in color, to the point where he sometimes appears almost corpselike... which can look awful suspicious, especially for an Avernomancer. This problem is furthered by the fact that Jannary has a tendency to be very very still when he has no reason to move.

Personality: Jannary's personality is... less than winning. Particularly cold, he does not take it upon himself to suffer annoyances, to sugarcoat or glamorize his words, or to attempt to be personable in the average circumstance. In other words, he is blunt and straightforward to a painful level, and rather rude (if not crass). This meanness is largely borne from the manner in which he pursues his life and his training, finding intrigue and comfort in the further acquisition of magic and knowledge rather than in the company of most people. This isn't to say that he will never, ever form social relationships with anyone, as he is capable of warming up to specific people... it just means that it is difficult.

Jannary's mind is capable of processing quite a bit of information, and he is capable of surprising amounts of versatility and ingenuity for someone so icy and straightforward; Jannary DOES have quite a bit of intelligence, it merely comes at the extent of his charisma and his physical strength.

Biography: Biography: One thing that has always somewhat irritated the Wolder family is the oft-made assertion that humans are average, middle-of-the-road. The Wolders would go about their day, mumbling annoyedly about how humans were taken for granted, and how they weren't as derivative as others thought they were. So when Jannary was born to this family, it was no surprise that he shared the viewpoint that humans had something special. Jannary took this assertion far further than the rest of his family did, going beyond mere mumbling and devoting himself to PROVING the thesis that humanity was above average.

In his case, with what his intellect was geared to, this meant a specific goal: Not to merely learn Arbitomancy, not even to learn the Avernancy believed out of human grasp, but to showcase human versatility by learning both. While still a youth, Jannary took on a master of Arbitomancy, a wizened old human with a selfish streak, and a master of Avernomancy, a proud Keelai who mostly felt he was humoring the youn human. He did not feel it necessary to tell either he was learning under two masters.

Over the years, he progressed from an accident-prone teenager who was merely an initiate (and a sloppy one at that) to a capable-enough mage who could cast in both kinds of magic. His masters eventually found out about his dual arrangement, though, and became so offended they both dropped him as a pupil. It mattered not, though: He had learned what he needed to to continue on his own.

Spoiler: Rol // Rollun Kol Nodelega;Intellectual bruiser (click to show/hide)

Captain: Nope
Race: Kadi

Attributes (80 points)
Strength: 30
Finesse: 15
Speed: 10
Grace: 5
Wisdom: 25
Brilliance: 15
Skills + Special Abilities (5 points)
Battle sense +5 ACC, +5 EVA, +5 CRR
--Specialization, Opportune Timing 15 Focus, expend. Gain +10% Crit chance, +50% crit damage on one attack. If you kill a target with the boosted attack, regain 10 RP.
Operant fundamentals Can issue one word commands. No proper nouns.
--Specialization, Operant intent: 10 Foc. Next arbitomantic spell is increased in power 50%, but has a +15% chance of inflicting a backwash effect.
Operant Lexicography: Can use a sentence no longer than five words. No internal punctuation. No proper nouns
--Specialization, Old Lexicon:15 Foc. Any operant ability is increased in power by 50%, but has a greatly increased chance of producing an unusual result.
Artificer
--Repair techYou might not be skilled enough to make an ablation rifle, but you can fix one up well enough. Repairing an object isn’t any less of an act of creativity than building a new one- particularly when you aren’t sure how something was made in the first place.

Equipment:
Repair Kit: Greater tech 50
Massive hammer: Cost 125
Tech Level: Greater
Type: Blunt
Max Attacks Per Round: 2
Range: 1
Damage: 8 + [ProficiencyMult][0.4*STR + 0.25 *SPD + 0.1*WIS]
Accuracy: 35+ [ProficiencyMult][1.5*GRC + 1.25*FIN + 0.75*BRI]
Crit Chance: 7 +[ProficiencyMult][0.25*FIN + 0.15*GRC + 0.1*BRI ]
Crit Damage Bonus: 200% + [ProficiencyMult][3*SPD + 2.5*GRC + 1.5*WIS]
Special: Shockwave Smash: 15 Focus, 3 actions. Flat 25% chance to hit. If the target is hit, the damage is critical and there is no splash damage. If it misses (or an empty tile is targeted), all units within one tile of the target (including the user) take damage equal to a standard hit.


Armor:
Name:Kadi heavy armor
Tech Level: Lesser
Defense Vs Polearms:3 15c
Defsense Vs Blades:3 15
Defense Vs Blunt:3 15c
Defense Vs Pistols/Rifles: 3 21c
Defense Vs Bows:3 15
Defense Vs Phari:0
Attribute Penalties:
Description: Made out of tremendously light steel plates and crafted to defend evenly against any physical threat while refraining from limiting the Kadi in any manner.  It isn't perfect however, as it does lack any Defense against Phari.
Special:

Description:As with most Kadi, Rol possesses brownish skin and a black exoskeleton, though unlike most Kadi from his region, his bones are rather intensely incorporated with silver, copper, gold and platinum.  Additionally, he is not particularly slender for his species which are already known for being rather large.
Personality:   Significantly calmer than in his youth Rol now spends a great deal of time attempting to fix machines whenever he gets the opportunity and attempting to read either through braille or through his own terrible eyesight.  He is genuinely polite and attempt to answer all questions truthfully, though he will specifically refuse to answer any questions regarding the valuable materials in his bones.
Biography: As a young and impulsive Kadi, Rol attempted to gain the inheritance of his great-grandfather, not really anticipating the struggle that would come from the lands of a former speaker.  He was almost immediately removed from the running by his maternal aunt's family due to a clever speech that never once mentioned him directly, but instead impugned his fathers entire family as irresponsible and inept at even the most basic aspects of land management.  In a rage, Rol did something truly irresponsible and proved his aunt correct.  He fled into exile to avoid imprisonment and has since spent a great deal of time around the other 9 races, learning where he can to be the best he can be.

Spoiler: Taki Fe' Reuh; Wistful Fighter (click to show/hide)

Captain: Nay
Race: Aoul

Attributes ( points)
Strength:30
Finesse: 20
Speed: 10
Grace: 15
Wisdom:20
Brilliance: 5
Skills + Special Abilities (5 points)

Weapon Proficiency: Sword
--Cadet Training: Inner Void
--Weapons Aptitude: Execution
Path of the Scholar
--Scholar: Knowledge of the Land
Arbitomancy
--Operant Intent (top one)

Description:

Taki is exceptionally tall, even among his people, and looks like he was built to run for long distances. His mane is a hazily dark maroon color, and is less then five millimetres long at a time. His skin is a light shade of grey, and his eyes, as dark as hot tar and as molten-looking to match, often fix onto something for long periods at a time, as if he is contemplating something. His left cheek bears the marks of ancestry and family, the complicated runes seemingly carved into his skin. His gait is soft and easy, and he stays almost completely level as he walks. However, his eyes betray a certain wistfullness about him, as if longing for something he can never quite achieve or gain. He dresses simply, more for practicality then for anything else. He likes to keep his armor in a good condition, often taking a decent time after battles making sure his armor is clean.

Personality:

Taki speaks calmly most of the time. He is fiercely protective of his family, sometimes leading to Taki shrugging off the chains that normally keep him from such behavior and striking with full force at his aggravator. Only his best friends will have the honor of being treated like his family. His attitude towards death is simple. He does not mourn actively because that, in his mind, is not something that the subject would want him to do, as his being useless to the outside world would simply be a detriment to society. He does however, pray that they are now happy with his spare time and often before sleeping in a meditative state.

In battle, Taki's eyes go icy cold, and his jaw sets in a hard grimace. He feels no regret at the passing of his enemies, but prays for them the same as he does for the passing of those close to them. He prefers the fairness of honest battle, but doesn't really care if it isn't. He knows from his family how to fight unscrupulously, if that is what it takes to fight another day.

He is quite a social Aoul, and likes to express his emotions in light banter, his body language showing what he feels like; stresses, happy, sad, or angry. He always maintains a comedicly positive outlook on life, though you can tell when he is truly angry. He completely refuses to speak at all, in fact.

Biography:

Taki learned his art in his ancestral home, his father helping to teach him and teaching Taki the flowing forms of battle manuevers that made swordfighting an art. He was also given his weapon, a great Crystal-Edged Blade that had been held in the family bloodline for generations. A reliable weapon, and hardy enough for true battle. It was at this stage that he bonded significantly with his weapon, a sign his family took as the fact that the weapon had been destined for great use by him. He also learned the art of great calm in battle, which was said to look to others like he was a great, thoughtless void of a body, carrying out actions swiftly and decisively, and more importantly, accurately. He had not had much time to learn, but he had been shown to have a talent for using swords.

His village was next to a large darkland, and several members wanted to explore it. Taki was one of the members to join the party. Using the power of Lumomancy, the group ventured further in. However, a few days later, Taki, exhausted, was seen carrying one of the dead party members back, before collapsing on the ground outside the village. He was treated for various wounds, including a major mid-torso wound that had nearly killed him. Powerful Arbitomancy saved his life, and he holds the form of magic high regard, even practicing minor Arbitomancy. He doesn't use it often though, keeping it as a last-reserve, afraid that using it too much would have extreme side-effects. He had seen many Arbitomancers reduced to screaming wrecks by their own powers.

He became a sell-sword when it became apparent that he was beginning to scare his family, his experiences in the Darklands being a bit too much for him. Taking his sword, his armor and some food, he left quickly and quietly in the silence of the night.

Gear:
Crystal-Edged Sword - 125 credits
6 Power Crystals - 10 credits

Common Clothes - 0 credits
11 Days Aoul rations - 11 credits
Bedroll - 10 credits
Backpack - 8 credits

Pallia - 70 credits
Memory Crystal - 25 credits

Armor:
Name: Heavy Scalemail
Tech Level: Lesser
Defense Vs Polearms: 3 (15)
Defsense Vs Blades: 3 (15)
Defense Vs Blunt: 3 (15)
Defense Vs Pistols/Rifles: 3 (21)
Defense Vs Bows: 2 (10)
Defense Vs Phari: 0
Attribute Penalties: -5 Brilliance (-10), -5 Speed (-10), -5 Finesse (-10)
Description: A set of heavy metal armor, designed for warding all kinds of attacks with mediocre effectiveness. However, it is not augmented to have any defence against Phari attacks. Cost: 41 Credits.
Special:

Spoiler: Hans Godreiche; Mad Doctor (click to show/hide)

Captain: No
Race: Mutei

Attributes (80 points)
Strength:5
Finesse:25
Speed:10
Grace:10
Wisdom:20
Brilliance:30
Skills + Special Abilities (5 points)
Physician
Specialization:Back on Your Feet
~Surgeon
~Specialization:Surgery

Artificer
Specialization: Tinker

Cadet training(pistols)
Specialization: Inner void

Gear:

Scalpel (refluffed Plain steel sword) -50 credits

Glorified first aid kit -20 credits
Mechanical parts(greater tech) -35 credits
Full toolkit(lesser tech) -30 credits
One week of Mutei rations -10 credits
Large Tent - 10 credits
Small Journal + Quill and Ink -5 credits
Locked box + Key- 10 credits

x2 Hazmat filters- 10 credits

Plain Gunpowder Pistol- 50 credits
x3 inert clockwork egg- 5 credits
x3 Gunpowder- 5 credits

Description: When most people look at Hans, they don't really see Hans but they instead see his leather suit. On his head is a cylindrical white helmet with a see-through glass visor that shows his face. A face adorned with large grey eyes and grey mottled skin with splashes of red. His suit comes with black gloves and boots, a breast pocket and strangely, a few bloodstains.

One particularly notable feature are the two metal half-spheres on his shoulders which can open up to allow his hearing and smelling tendrils through. He usually leaves them open but in certain emergencies like a toxic gas leaks, he retracts them inside and closes the spheres sealing him off from whatever dangers may be outside his suit.

Despite this sealed garment Hans can speak very clearly through it. He speaks in a German accent which is very strange when you consider the fact that in this land, Germany doesn't even exist.

Personality: Hans is like a medieval doctor... terrifying, brutal, and only held together by the fact that what he is doing is in the name of the greater good. A very scary individual although you can't really call him cold. Hans, like all mutie enjoys performing experiments on other creatures in the name of science no matter the kind. What makes him stand out among the rest though are his deliberate efforts to make his experiments as brutal and painful as possible. Most Mutie are cold and unempathetic and maybe even cruel, but few are as sadistic as this mad doctor. On the bright side, Hans is actually a very a good doctor if you don't mind the fact that he doesn't use anesthetic.

In addition to his work in medicine, Hans is also dabbles in a bit of clockwork engineering. He isn't that impressive mind you, but he plans on changing that one day. He dreams of one day combining the 2 disciplines together.

Despite being a man of science Hans is actually quite comfortable with most forms of magic. Hans sees Lumomancy and Avernomancy as mere facts of life, but he despises arbitomancy. To Hans, arbitomancy is the magic of the idiots, the fanatical, and the mad. The fact that one can simply invalidate years of valuable research into curing horrible diseases by simply casting "cure bubonic plague" absolutely disgusts him. It's especially bothering that arbitomancy is a type of magic that favors mentally inept and actually penalizes the well educated who actually understand how reality works. Why bother studying the world if one can fix all of it's problems by simply believing that they don't exist. Why invent steel when arbitomancers can simply make glass as strong as titanium. What reason does one have to not just sit around on your bum all day and cast "I'm entertained and not hungry". Hans doesn't like to ponder these questions since he can't think of any satisfying answers to them. Hans himself actually can't cast arbitomancy since he is not capable of deluding himself into believing in something that he knows isn't real. So I guess the answer to Hans' previous questions would be because he can't. Sometimes, Hans wonders if arbitomancy was the reason why the Fanai empire fell. After living a life where everything was handed to them through either slaves and magic, when arbitomancy was finally no longer capable of solving their problems (like in the war of the feathers) what else would they have been able to do?

Biography: Hans was once a brilliant and high-status Mutei doctor when one day he suffered a horrible head injury from a strangely aggressive Hart. After that, Hans was never the same again. He developed a German accent which puzzled many of his fellow doctors and he seemed to be more easily angered. In fear of another head injury he was forced to wear the helmet you see today.

Everyone stopped worrying about the head injury when Hans began to make new advances in medicine. One day, Hans announced a very ambitious experiment, to create an automata that was powered by a mutei brain rather than a Lampade crystal. Everyone was very impressed with Hans and due to his good reputation he received a lot of support. A coreless automata was donated and Hans was immediately set to work. Many were eager to donate their brains for the cause but over time as no breakthroughs were being made, donations stopped. Hans not wanting all those lives to go to waste continued his experiments and resorted to murdering mutei and stealing the brains himself. Eventually an investigation was ordered and Hans was put on trial. In most cases Hans would have gone free but since his experiments were not yielding any results and more importantly, because he was illegally using mutei brains an execution was ordered.

Now you must know, Hans' experiments didn't yield absolutely no results. Hans himself had learned a great deal about how machinery worked. Prepared for an outcome like this, Hans had tampered with the executioners weapon back when he was still a free man. At his execution, the weapon suddenly exploded allowing Hans to escape in the chaos.

In his new life, Hans became a doctor for the mercenary band after saving the life of one of the fellow mercs.

Spoiler: Armour (click to show/hide)

Name:Hazmat suit
Tech Level: Lesser
Defense Vs Polearms: 0
Defense Vs Blades: 2 (+10C)
Defense Vs Blunt: 3 (+15C)
Defense Vs Pistols/Rifles:
Defense Vs Bows: 0
Defense Vs Phari: 2 (+20C)
Attribute Penalties: none
Description: Out of Han's entire suit, the most important component is the cylindrical helmet. If the helmet is removed, any benefits the suit possibly could have granted are nullified since the suit is no longer sealed and because the helmet was the only piece that was actually padded with armour.
Special: Prevents toxic gases from affecting Hans (+15C plus the cost of 5C filters)

Spoiler: Mudren Gude, Bale Adventurer; Munchhausen Sniper (click to show/hide)

Captain: Yes

Race: Bale

Attributes
Strength: 20
Finesse: 10
Speed: 10
Grace: 20
Wisdom: 10
Brilliance: 30

Skills + Special Abilities
Cadet Training (Rifle)
--Inner Rage
        Weapon Aptitude (Rifle)
        --Execution
Cadet Training (Polearm)
--Inner Calm
Speaker
--Voice of Doubt

Description: Mudren Gude is a Bale with a distinctly coppery look to it, something of a dark reddish brown in color, carapace mottled in places with greenish spots. It's a little on the small side for a Bale, and not very shiny - the carapace, if anything, looks a tad bit crumbly, and does seem kind of unhealthy without any sort of frame of reference, though it would stand to reason that the average Bale would not spend much of their day polishing their own carapace given that they can shift out of it just as easily, and that, indeed, much of the metals in them would reasonably be in mineral form and thus quite stony in appearance. Nevertheless, the same somewhat crumbly, mostly unconvincing look is retained whenever Mudren shifts into a different form, usually preferring to take the form of either a chattel if speech is not required or a rough approximation of a Sal-Leifnin or a Kadi in social situations due to perceived similarities between it and a Bale. As for other accoutrements, Mudren Gude appears to insist on covering itself with quite a few bits of random plant when in the wilderness in imitation of a ghillie suit or perhaps for later snacking purposes.

Personality: Mudren Gude is a Bale that tries its best to not be defined by absence - in this case, the absence of a past, and many statements about it must necessarily be tempered with 'for a Bale'. It is quite sociable for a Bale. It is also somewhat direct for a Bale. Very inclined toward adventure by any definition, and seemingly quite lacking in any form of fear other than the most immediate of survival instincts. All too eager to reveal its secrets for a Bale, or so it may seem, though it seems to have an inordinate fondness for hyperbole while doing so. It handles its weapons with a perhaps non-obvious enjoyment that might be easily mistaken for deadly certainty and competence most often seen among arthropod-likes, given its unusual body language. Most importantly, though, Mudren's mind is, as it is all too eager to describe, really quite immeasurable, and the information contained within entirely impossible to reliably quantify by any, including, of course, Mudren Gude itself. Nevertheless, any who meet it are all too keen to form their own idea of exactly how much Mudren Gude knows, how much it happens to be willfully lying about and how much it is genuinely confused about - the only thing everyone could honestly agree on, however, is that all of those categories together amount to just about everything that can be known.

Biography: nature abhors a vacuum, and despite the best ministrations that magic can manage, so does the mortal mind. It is a great and terrible thing to have one's memories forcibly removed, but the mind can adapt, will adapt. And so it has happened with Mudren Gude, one of a great many of its kind, stranded in an unfamiliar place without any sort of context beyond its name, a bare-bones amount of self-knowledge, some rudimentary ability at killing and a generous comprehension of an entirely alien language. But recollections soon would follow, little inklings of a former life of glory amongst its peers, an important mission of some kind, a heroic destiny perhaps foretold by the will of the Lights themselves, or cryptically scribed with Phari light into the ancient walls of the crystal-fortress of the Great Conjugators of Bale, or handed down by mysterious gods of darkness seeking to manipulate the Bale into doing their evil bidding (which it is probably not supposed to know yet, Mudren thought at the time and semi-consciously filed the thought away for potential later application in the overarching narrative). It is not easy to pinpoint a period when this sort of thing may have gotten out of hand, as it does seem entirely reasonable to Mudren that it has always been this way, and is merely recalling things as time goes by. Including from periods after the fateful day it happened to wake up with a severe case of memory loss, as it happens. Memory is a fallible thing after all, and requires constant improvement, especially when there's a point to be made.

Now, whatever the case of its narrative, one thing is quite plain - while its version of events is never quite complete, it can be with certainty said that Mudren Gude has assuredly done something with its life up until this point, though any determined investigators are unlikely to be terribly bothered about what exactly that might have been - the point is, it does appear to have acquired a reasonable selection of weaponry and other items along the way (in case one happens to be curious, its answer happens to do with some form of buried treasure, though it's clearly a recent development given that the details of it have yet to be worked out and kept reasonably straight).

Equipment (carried):

Deadeye's Steam Rifle - 125 C
Inert Clockwork Egg (x12) - 20 C
Crystal Charge (x12) - 20 C
Plain Steel Halberd - 50 C
Glass Scope - 25 C
Whatever things this can all be carried in, assumed to cost about 14 C or so altogether, making for a round 300 in total costs when including armor.

Armor:
Mudren Gude's Assorted Accoutrements
Defense Vs Polearms: 0
Defense Vs Blades: 2 (+10 C)
Defense Vs Blunt: 0
Defense Vs Pistols/Rifles: 3 (+21 C)
Defense Vs Bows: 3 (+15 C)
Defense Vs Phari: 0
Attribute Penalties: none
Description: not exactly a suit of armor as such, these accoutrements are more a collection of stuff that Mudren has chosen not to digest yet. It's mostly quite a few bits and pieces of easily cracked and broken debris - these serve to take quite a bit of energy out of incoming munitions as well as impede the progress of sharp objects, though perhaps are not quite so effective against heavier weaponry.
Special: None.

@Demonic Spoon; unsure on your sheet?

[Tiruin]

2nd post continuation.

Spoiler: Nimvedih Detniat; Chaotic Artificer (click to show/hide)

Captain: No
Race: Keelai
Attributes (80 points)
Strength: 0
Finesse: 0
Speed: 0
Grace: 0
Wisdom: 50
Brilliance: 50
Skills + Special Abilities (5 points)
Skill 1: Scholar
--Specialization 1: Natural Philosopher
Skill 2: Avernale Training
--Specialization 2: Dark Gift
Skill 3: Avernomantic Discipline
--Specialization 3: Waking Trance
Skill 4: Artificer
--Specialization 4: Tinker
Gear: Determined by Bay Twelve, after Nimvedih is chosen
Description: Nimvedih is male, and has jet black "feathers", eyes, and "skin". His movements are chaotic, and even he doesn't seem to know his next movement. Somehow, he is still able to fly. His face and muscles constantly twitch if he isn't focusing on them.
Personality: Nimvedih has a hard time finishing sentences, and is very pragmatic. He suffers from wild mood swings, and sometimes talks to himself. He occasionally cries out in pain and/or sobs, seemingly randomly. He does not adhere to the moral imperatives that the rest of his kind follow. The voices don't care, and trying to adhere to the imperatives makes the voices angry. Nimvedih does not like it when the voices are angry.
Biography: Nimvedih was fascinated by technology as a child, and after the War of the Feathers, he resolved to find a way for his species and civilization to still prevail in the technological race between species. He toiled at this task for at least 30 years, but was not making much progress. He asked an Arbiter to help, and the Arbiter cast "improve ability to do science". The faith machine complied... and "gifted" Nimvedih with the voices. When his community found out about the voices, the Arbiter that accidentally cursed Nimvedih offered to try to remove it. Nimvedih rejected the offer, replying that the voices gave him many wondrous ideas, and any one of them could be incredibly useful. Many years later, the voices demanded that he become a mercenary at [location of the creation of the mercenary band], saying that it was imperative that he do so, and Nimvedih complied.
Special: Nimvedih can hear (and reply to) the posts in the OOC and IC threads IC (they are voices in his head). This has adverse effects on his sanity, but allows him to receive project ideas (and other information) from Bay Twelve.

Spoiler: Averrco; Charismatic Aspirant (click to show/hide)

Captain: Speaking
Race: Sal-Leifnin

Attributes (80 points)
Strength: 10 (+5)
Finesse: 10 (+10)
Speed: 12 (+5)
Grace: 15
Wisdom: 13
Brilliance: 20
Skills + Special Abilities (5 points)
Speaker
--Listener
Battle Sense
--Opportune Timing
Scholar
--Applied History
Voice/i]
--Soothe
Description: A peculiar Leif, Averrco is abnormally tall for his kind. Towering over his caste-mates at 4.5 feet, Averrco maintains a somewhat graceful stride even when his betters are casting insults and stones in his wake. When not out in the field, Leif chose to wear a set of lacquer bardings adorned with red feathers; a tuft of such feathers adorn Averrco's head. Often enough, this wooden bodywear is heavy enough to inhibit the usually sad attempt at flight his species is known for. Unfortunately, like many of Averrco's possessions, he sold it when he left his home. When on the job , he prefers to wear light flexible clothing so as to maximise movement. Finally, a reddish tattoo representing the ancient rune of Fool is imprinted on both on both of his secondary legs; bracers (ornamental or functional as required) usually hide it from view.
Personality: To the observer, Averrco seems oddly humble. He listens, nods and talks sparsely, but just enough for his words to be understood. To say that all this is a lie would give Averrco too much credit; he simply knows that others see him as great and as such, does not bother with smashing it into their faces. No, Averrco would rather focus his innate gifts elsewhere to something far more useful, such as the search for knowledge or even better, control. It is the control of others, and the hope to control yet more, that pushes Averrco to carry on despite all the risks and dangers that face him. Some would call it bravery, others pride. Averrco simply doesn't care and continues on.

Averrco however does not see Control as a goal of itself, but simply the means to a greater tomorrow. By asserting Control, one can obtain Power. And with Power, one can do just about anything. For the Greater Good, of course.

Averrco makes friends, quite easily too, always willing to offer a shoulder or a hand as needs be. However, while these actions are genuine, he is not afraid to end a friendship should it give him more Control; the ends justify the means after all. Those who serve under Averrco, while treated well, are all just pawns regardless and will be deposed if needed. Those who would dare command Averrco may suffer a similar fate, should Averrco deem it necessary.

Finally, Averrco has a love of knowledge, which if he were not busy with other duties, he would pursue with intense desire.

Biography: Some would say Averrco made a poor choice when he decided to become a Leif. His closest friends said he was a bloody fool who would regret it the second he changed and those who heard about it reviled him for his actions. Averrco shrugged and forgave them. It was true that he had barely done a thing to deserve the Change; he had laboured as a bookbinder and a scribe, preparing all what was needed for those in power. He had spent years watching his rulers and Averrco knew without a doubt that one day he would join their ranks. He had the natural talent, the grace and the intelligence to do it. Those who knew him knew one day he would be a great Leif. Had it ended at that, Averrco would still be a lowly Morisal, known as an ambitious scholar's assistant well loved for his patience and empathy. But of course, that was not the path Averrco took. Brimming with pride, he announced one day he would become a Leif, journey out of the hive and claim greatness with his own hands.

 Of course, that was a year ago.

His friends have disowned him, his species spits at him and he is all but forbidden from going near a hive. Despite all his setbacks, Averrco still knows his destiny and he knows that it his just within his grasp; he needs only a band of mercs to join, and the will to get his hands dirty...
Gear:
Name: Light Lamellar Armour
Tech Level: Lesser
Defense Vs Polearms: 0
Defense Vs Blades: 2 (10)
Defense Vs Blunt: 2  (10)
Defense Vs Pistols/Rifles: 2 (14)
Defense Vs Bows: 0
Defense Vs Phari: 1 (10)
Attribute Penalties: none
Plain Gunpowder Rifle (50)
Inert Clockwork Egg x 15 (75)
Gunpowder x 15 (75)
Backpack (5)
Diary+pen (5)
Food Rations x9 (15)
Watergourd (5)
Camping Gear (25)

Spoiler: Svurrl; Pragmatic Weaponsmith Spaghettimonster
[b (click to show/hide)

Captain:[/b] No
Race: Drogue

Attributes (80 points)
Strength: 5
Finesse: 15
Speed: 5
Grace: 15
Wisdom: 40
Brilliance: 30

Skills + Special Abilities (5 points)
Skill 1:Avernomantic Disciple
--Specialization 1: Dark Gift
--Specialization 2: Dark Adept
Skill 2: Artificer
--Specialization 1: Tinker
Skill 3: Cadet Training: Staves
--Specialization 1: Inner Calm

Gear:
Name: Metal Knit
Tech Level: Lesser
Defense Vs Polearms: 3
Defense Vs Blades: 3
Defense Vs Blunt: 3
Defense Vs Pistols/Rifles: 2
Defense Vs Bows: 3
Defense Vs Phari: 2
Attribute Penalties: 5 Str, 5 Spd
Description: A loose shawl/robe of arbitomantically produced metal cords, this garment is basically the equivalent of wearing a very heavy blanket.
Special:
Cost: 74 Credits

Gunpowder Rifle: 50 credits

Gunpowder Charge x15: 25 credits

Inert Clockwork Egg x15: 25 credits

Fine Machinists Tools, cost: 60 credits
Contains tools necessary to take apart and rebuild small objects. No power tool level stuff, but probably a soldering kit.

Memory Crystal, Blank x2: 50 credits

Charge Crystal x15: 25 credits

Compartmented Trunk, Padded: ? credits

Chump Change: 51 credits

Description: Taller than most, Svurrl has exceptionally thin limbs for a Drogue, and will usually have one or more lampades present to perform any strenuous activity. Svurrl is intensely curious, and will likely inspect any small object he comes across, possibly taking it for his collection. Svurrl does speak Common, but with the characteristic buzz of all Drogue.
Personality: "Born" for the job, Svurrl very much wants to see the Cold Cities, and with no formal expeditions planned for a number of temprae, a mercenary group seems like the best way to find a relic and make friends. Like most "young" Drogue, Svurrl is a bit naive when it comes to non-Drogue, but he finds the experience of not knowing somebody to be interesting nonetheless.
Biography: Svurrl has spent most of its life readying itself to join an expedition to the cold cities in an attempt to learn more about the workings of the Relics and Lynchnaea itself. Somewhat lacking in physical prowess, and already interested in both Lesser and Greater technologies, Avernomancy seemed to be a good fit for Svrrl. Learning from a friend, Svrrl was able to gain a decent understanding of Avernomantic principles, and now made use of its Lampades more often than its arms. Eight temprae old, Svurrl has finished its preliminary training for an expedition to the cold cities, and is eager to go out into the world to gain a more practical understanding of what it can do to better prepare.

Please check if your sheet is:
A. Here.
B. Updated (if A is fulfilled)

Hashing things with Draignean over the PMs (and apologies, net troubles!)

[Pencil_Art]

Sorry, edited again. Took away a debuff from my armor, took away memory crystal, added small tent to my equipment.

[Draignean]

Alright, scratch the swim suit, and replace it with ten nails, a saw, and a hammer.

The eleven-foot pole has its length because a lot of things have ranges that are multiples of five units.

I'm now picturing a Keelai in swim trunks, which is hilarious. Thank you for that. 15 C for saw, hammer, and nails.


Heh, nicely done Tir. I just added links to the waitist section, so you can also navigate from there. Going to start skipping through and checking for gear I missed prices on.

For Svurrl: Compartmented Trunk... 10 C

For Jov: Take the prices on your loaded dice, pillow and blanket, backpack, extra set of clothes, and drinks up to five. You don't need to pay for the first set of comfortable clothes.

For Jannary: Five for the backpack, ten for the two sets of trade attire.

For Rol: Equipment is a little bit sparse, but fine. As for the armor, I just wanted to comment that that's probably Kadi light armor. The Kadi have bones of metal, thicker body structure than any other race, and natural hardpoints for bolting things on. A Kadi in true heavy armor is a nightmare, a juggernaut.

For Murdren: A simple Backpack will do just fine, leaving you with a few coins for the road.

[Tiruin]

Heh, nicely done Tir. I just added links to the waitist section, so you can also navigate from there. Going to start skipping through and checking for gear I missed prices on.

I just quote snipped with fancy editing of format to present the name and archetype in the spoiler header. x3

Also, PM sending soon! Sorry for lateness!

[flabort]

For Jov: Take the prices on your loaded dice, pillow and blanket, backpack, extra set of clothes, and drinks up to five. You don't need to pay for the first set of comfortable clothes.

Prices updates as per this post. Current equipment costs 329 as a result.

[Draignean]

For Jov: Take the prices on your loaded dice, pillow and blanket, backpack, extra set of clothes, and drinks up to five. You don't need to pay for the first set of comfortable clothes.

Prices updates as per this post. Current equipment costs 329 as a result.

Huh. I keep coming up with 284 for all your stuff. I could just be failing to do math, but are you sure you're overdrawn?

[flabort]

Huh. No, I'm not sure.

Spoiler: Addition! (click to show/hide)

Weapons
50+50 = 100
Armor and wiki objects
20+35+65 =120
Assorted
30+5+5+5+3+3+5+5+3 =30+9+25 = 64

100+120+64=284

Huh. Seems you were right. I must have counted the Navigator's Arc and a couple misc. cheap objects twice.

[Tiruin]

Alrighty, PMs done (and sorry Draig for the wait).

Here's a general theme, and I may be crazy, but I've oriented the goal--generally--towards the Darklands.

The Darklands are difficult to find an analogy for. On the one hand, they contain a vast quantity of untapped knowledge and relic grade technology. On the other hand, it's an uninhabitable wasteland that might as well, for all intents and purposes, be Hell.

Name: The White Company
Purpose: Combat Research & Darklands Exploration Security
Info: The White Company was created with the theme of understanding. To what, exactly, or which, comprises its usage. Comprised of a small squad of professionals in their arts, and conforming to the concept of egalitarianism, their focus lies in holistic security [see General Belief]. The core concepts of the White Company are the flexibility of efficiency, equitable resolve of dispute, and prevention of future dangers. They will exhaust all peaceful means necessary to end a conflict, but are not limited by merely peaceful endeavors.

Spoiler: General Belief (click to show/hide)

Holistic security is a concept which seeks to address underlying causes and long-term implications of conflicts instead of simply reacting to problems, as the traditional security approach is often accused of doing. The basic point of preventive efforts is, of course, to reduce, and hopefully eliminate, the need for intervention altogether, while an investment in rehabilitation or rebuilding seeks to ensure that former conflicts do not breed future violence, with specific regard to understanding the causes of these occurrences.

Allocation of Funds (Current Party Chest = 495c)
* 5c Initially taken out to fund Joan's requirements

> 500c taken out to fund the vehicle [Fulfilling the 'hard limit' of fund allocation]

Leaving 495c to be spent on the party's whims.

Spoiler: General details of vehicle (Since something Phari "=powered=" is way over 1k...) (click to show/hide)

A vehicle capable of carrying six passengers, [maybe a bit more if people are feeling friendly], a decent chunk of cargo space, and a second-hand Phari engine that was undoubtedly junked from something else, repaired with spit and dreams, then stuck back into the vehicle. 500 C will let the vehicle look reasonably cohesive, and it's not likely to explode, but it's going to have limitations. It's not going to be particularly well armored, or ruggedized beyond storm proofing. It's not going to have weapons, and its engine might occasionally hiccup a bit. Still, it'll beat the hell out of walking, and a party artificer could probably make a few improvements. 

Suggested priorities:

> Miscellaneous items or Battle-oriented Support Items	{Primarily within the Equipment section}
> Archetype-supporting items	{ie Focused on your primary skill idea; ie If Artificier, inquire on [misc?] items which would help your idea of the Artificier based on the codex, and your skill plan}
> Darklands Survival Gear	{I should ask about this :/}
> Emergency -Personal- Equipment	{Pursuing the egalitarian notion of the party; each member must at least have these items if they are stranded or require aid}
[Space for edit as I have lacking time to even fill an offline sheet with :I]	[Suggestions are welcome]
> Additions to armor.	I personally feel like this is at the last priority. In my logic, the damage deduction is a very minor mechanic--as there's no note of exponential effects {the damage deduction, as far as I see within the mechanics, is linear [Subtraction]}, and warrants little protection, though still valued in the 1-3 hp scenario. Though I do feel it is not a priority when speaking about funds; this is contradicted by my -uncertainty- if we can ever upgrade our armor later on. {I feel like we can, thus this priority is lessened}

...Purpose is up for edit, because I lack words.