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[Powder Miner]

Hmm... I'll roll something to determine what I end up going with, since I'm gonna base a character off of my old old concepts of characters based off of the months, and see where that leads me. Should I stick with May, though, I do think I could make the whole blade thing work. Let's see... January. Alright, I've got an idea for this one, then, and I think I'll go with a mage sort of character.

It does mean he'll be a bit of a cold jerk, though.

Spoiler: Jannary Wolder (done!)(and edited) (click to show/hide)

Name: Jannary Wolder
Captain: Nah.
Race: Human
Archetype: Arbitomancer And Avernomancer

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, cost 25
75 in 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, almost black color, similar in color to his wiry 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 just learn the Avernomancy 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 young 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.

He immediately sought out some group where he could prove his worth (and by extension humanity's), and he found what he had been looking for in the White Company. It looked for experts in their fields (Jannary certainly believed himself somewhat of an expert in both of his fields), it looked to be likely to get into complex tasks which would provide the group and its members recognition, and that bit about the Darklands could prove interesting. Plus... The captain was a human. That helped.

[flabort]

Sounds very interesting. Consider my interest piqued.

Probably going to submit a sheet, too.

Edit:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Jov (?)
Captain: No
Race: Fanai (Fane)
Archetype: Psycho Warrior-Assassin
Attributes:
Strength: 24 Resistance Points: 12.6
Finess: 12  Focus Pool: 25.6
Speed: 32  Focus Regen: 3.2
Grace: 9  Light: 13.7
Wisdom: 5  Evasion: 20.3
Brilliance: 8  Crit Resistance: 4.91
Skills + Abilities:
Battle Sense
--Opportune Timing   
Combat Expertise
--Steelshock         
Cadet Training (Edged)
--Inner Void         
Speaker
--Listener

Gear:
Plain Steel Sword (50)
Plain Steel Maul (50)
Armor ("Cloth Braces", Lesser, Defense 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 (?)
(Most of a) Greater Lockpick Set (?)
Recreational drinks, 3 bottles (?)
Backpack (?)
Extra set of comfortable clothes (?)
Simple eating impliments (?)
A dissembodied limb or two (?)
A set of loaded die (?)
A pillow and light blanket (?)
A couple feet of rope; not enough to scale a cliff, but enough to sufficiently restrain a struggling victim's wrists or feet (?)

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 pasionate 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 freindships 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 Lighthose 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 travellers; he had plenty of food right here, and if he got hungry there was always someone who wanted someone else dead and eaten.

Nice, but a few points.
Your attributes sum to 90, is that because you've accommodated for your armor already?

The cost of your current armor should be 10, not 20. Point cost only doubles if you're purchasing the soak type that is already a multiple of three.

I'd normally charge something around 35 for a greater lockpicking set, but, if yours is a little bit incomplete, I'll let it go for 25. The rest of your misc. items... I'll charge thirty for the lot. So you'll have 25 C that will potentially get converted into coinage

Sorry, I was doing my math in my head. I don't know where the extra 10 points came from.
Let me check again; 24(STR) + 12(FIN) = 36 + 32(SPD) -10(race) = 58 +9(GRC) - 5(race) = 62 +5(WIS) -5(race) = 62 +8(BRL) = 70
Huh? Oh, I see. You were counting my racial stats as part of the attributes sum, and I forgot 10 points. I wasn't compensating for the armor, no; I guess I'll add 3 points to Finnesse and Grace, and 2 points to Speed and Strength.

Hmm. Again I must have messed up my math.
Vs Blades: 15
Vs Blunt: 15
Speed+Finesse: -10
Grace: -10
Ah, you're right. I also see where I messed up. I had meant to include Vs Polearms 2 (cost 10)

Since Fanai have claws designed for cutting and teeth for tearing, I was actually thinking of not buying weapons at first and changing the specialization skill to [Claws], or having my claws and teeth statted as [Sharp] weapons. This would make sense from a fluff standpoint where some of his teeth are sharpened iron. If I got these statted (and prices set on using them as such), I'd drop the sword and maul from my inventory.

I think 30 is a fine price for that lockpick set; more complete than not but some still missing.

[Draignean]

You can't take a specialization in anything other than the given six weapon types, for the sake of my sanity. The Fanai, however, do make weapons designed to accentuate their natural abilities, but getting one now would cost as much as a greater weapon.

Otherwise, you can change the flavor of your steel blade to being your sharpened teeth and talons.

As for the lockpick set, fair enough. Slightly more effective, but not full strength, lockpick set for 30. Done.

[Harry Baldman]

Hm. I think I might do two characters, one with ambitions of captaincy, and then another in case that one doesn't quite make it.

[Powder Miner]

Having finished my skills section, I must comment that the human skill point bonus is absolutely bonkers.

[Draignean]

Having finished my skills section, I must comment that the human skill point bonus is absolutely bonkers.

How so?

Edit: Oh. Oops. I said skill when I meant attribute. Those are 10 attribute points, not skill points.

[Powder Miner]

I've hit Avernomantic level 3, Arbitomantic level 3, and Scholar level 2. It's gonna be great.
Hail of Avernomantic spells and then a complex Arbitomantic spell thrown in every now and then, plus understanding magic well.

[Draignean]

Yeah, as I edited in my earlier post, that was a misfire. Humans get an extra level of attribute points, not an extra five levels of skill points. Sorry about that.

[Powder Miner]

haha, alright. More wisdom for me.

[heydude6]

Finished sheet

Spoiler: Hans Godreiche (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans Godreiche
Captain: No
Race: Mutei
Archetype: Mad Doctor
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 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?

Hans despises the pointless waste of lives and believes that every life should fulfill a certain purpose. Hans will often hold back his sadistic tendencies if he believes that the person he is operating on is too important to die for science (even if he's an arbitomancer). Of course, Hans' favourite patients are the terminally ill or the tainted since that to him gives him a clear conscience to expose them to the most brutal and torturous experiments that he could ever desire. But even from experiments like these, Hans aims to get results, not just to fool around with corpses.

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. That is the story Hans sticks with and any claims that the crystal beast that assaulted him wasn't a Hart are definitely false. 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. Hans under his own initiative also decided to seal himself into a leather Hazmat suit for some reason.

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 continued practicing his experiments, after all can't let innocent lives go to waste. This quickly got his license revoked. Hans wasn't used to the fact that most races have a code of ethics when dealing with patients. Due to an absence of a license he couldn't practice in civilized areas anymore and so he decided to move to the darklands to continue his research. Hans felt very comfortable here. There, people didn't care about things such as licenses and quality of equipment as much as they cared about someone who could save their wife from being bisected by a soul ripper. This was a favorable arrangement for Hans since such operations were known to have high mortality rates. After succeeding on saving a person's life Hans would occasionally warn the spouse about the affects of taint and then offer to "cure" them whether they were actually tainted or not (not every person who is attacked by a darksider gets tainted). Hans would perform his needed experiments and if the subject survived, Hans could say that the brutal experiments were mandatory to cure them. If they died, Hans would say that they had become too far gone and needed to be euthanized.

Unfortunately, the White company was hired to investigate him and they discovered all of his horrible practices. At the trial Hans immediately pleaded guilty and gave a lecture on Mutei ethics, culture, and values. Hans explained to them that stuff like this was perfectly okay if not actually encouraged in Mutei society and that he shouldn't be arrested just because he was unaware of the laws of his area (he's technically right). They agreed to not arrest Hans as long as his medical procedures were supervised. This lead to him joining the company as a combat medic since it was the only way they could keep a constant eye on him while still being able to travel and do their work.

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)

EDIT: I improved my sheet a bit.

[flabort]

Lara Kal Gara, Jov, and Hans sound like they'd be a REALLY interesting group. Lara would treat the others as sub-sentient scum and pack animals, or else just as weaponized animals, Jov would have loyalty issues and try to hurt everyone else whenever possible and basically act AS a weaponized animal, and Hans would basically try to dissect Jov and everyone else and turn them into weaponized animals.

[Powder Miner]

I feel like Lora Kal Gara and Jannary would have very... interesting interactions with each other, considering Lora's thing is "slave races are inferior" and Jannary's thing is "humans (a former slave race) are NOT inferior"

[heydude6]

Second: What should I do about combat?.... I seem to be failing to get a good grasp on how combat works and how stats affect it

Since I'm bored with nothing else to do I guess I'll try to explain how combat works here for you.

As you probably got from the example, the first step in combat is the accuracy check

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Archer to-hit: 75+15-23 = 67%
Archer attack roll = 74 Miss!

Now the first thing that is calculated here is your total accuracy

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75+15

To calculate your accuracy go to the stats of your weapon, let's say the massive hammer and look at it's accuracy stat

Accuracy: 35+ [ProficiencyMult][1.5*GRC + 1.25*FIN + 0.75*BRI]

Now you may look at this and ask yourself what does it this mean? Well the 35 is the weapons base accuracy and the gibberish that follows afterwards is the equation to determine what I will call the accuracy modifier.

GRC stands for grace, FIN stands for finess, and BRI stands for Brilliance. So let's fill these values into the equation (your stats specifically)

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[1.5*GRC + 1.25*FIN + 0.75*BRI]
[1.5*10 + 1.25*10+ 0.75*20]
[15 + 12.25+ 15]
[15 + 12.25+ 15]
[42.25]

Ok, so now that that's done we must multiply this by your weapon proficiency modifier. It is currently zero, so all of your stats are completely meaningless and you get an accuracy modifier of 0 (you can get a weapon proficiency modifier by going through something like cadet training)

So in total, your accuracy is 35

Next, the enemy's evasion is subtracted from your total accuracy

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Archer to-hit: 75+15-23

That is the -23.

To calculate your evasion, use this equation.

Evasion: 0 + (0.5*SPD + 0.3*GRC + 0.2*BRI)

Now let's fill it with your stats.

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0 + (0.5*10 + 0.3*10 + 0.2*20)
0 + (5 + 3 + 4)
0 + (12)
12
Therefore, you have an evasion of 12 and will give your enemies a -12 penalty to their attacks against you

Now let's assume you are attacking your doppleganger.

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Lora to-hit: 35-12 = 23%
After your percentage chance is calculated, a d100 is then rolled. If the rolled number is lower than the percentage chance, then the attack hits. If it rolls higher...

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Lora attack roll = 74 Miss!
then the attack misses (I do not know what happens when you roll equal numbers)

Now let's assume that by some blessing from RNGsus the attack managed to hit, then the next thing that is calculated is whether or not the attack is a crit.

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Lora to-hit: 35-12 = 23%
Lora attack roll = 13 Hit!
Crit: 7-6 = 1
Crit Attack Roll: 9. No Crit.

First you must calculate your crit ability. This happens by going to the weapon description and looking at it's crit stat

Crit Chance: 7 +[ProficiencyMult][0.25*FIN + 0.15*GRC + 0.1*BRI ]

You understand the routine, let's insert values into equations.

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[0.25*FIN + 0.15*GRC + 0.1*BRI ]
[0.25*10 + 0.15*10 + 0.1*20]
[2.5 + 1.5 + 2]
[6]
Of course once again, since you don't have weapon proficency your crit modifier is 0 and your total crit chance is 7. Now it's time to subtract the enemies crit resistance.

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Crit: 7-6 = 1

You can calculate your crit resistance with this equation

Crit Resistance: 0 + (0.15*STR + 0.07*WIS + 0.03*SPD)

Let's fill it again

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(0.15*STR + 0.07*WIS + 0.03*SPD)(0.15*30 + 0.07*20 + 0.03*10)

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(4.5 + 1.4 + 0.3)

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(6.2)
So therefore your crit resistance is 6 (all decimals are rounded down in all of the checks) meaning that you have to roll a 1 to get a crit with your hammer. (quite ironic when you consider the fact that your hammer has one of the best base crit stats of starting equipment).

After that it's the same d100 stuff that you remember and then damage is calculated. If you do get a crit, you then multiply damage by the crit damage bonus (you can figure it out on your own, hint: check your weapons stat)

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Lora to-hit: 35-12 = 23%
Lora attack roll = 13 Hit!
Crit: 7-6 = 1
Crit Attack Roll: 9. No Crit.
Damage = 8-0 = 8
Lora Dopple RP = 9/17

Now you don't roll a dice to determine damage. You just calculate what your damage is through this equation

Damage: 8 + [ProficiencyMult][0.4*STR + 0.25 *SPD + 0.1*WIS]

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[0.4*STR + 0.25 *SPD + 0.1*WIS]
[0.4*30 + 0.25 *10 + 0.1*20]
[12 + 2.5 + 2]
[18.5] Numbers are still rounded down

Of course since you don't have a weapon proficency it is once again zero, but just look at that number! That's just the modifier. If you add the 8 base damage you end up dealing 26 damage in a single swing (that is a lot, like one-shotting a guy twice a lot).

After the damage is calculated you then subtract the enemies damage resistance. Since you haven't designated an armour for yourself at this point, there is no DR. At the end of that, you subtract the total damage from your enemies HP, no rolls required, nothing will change the damage any further other than crits.

So this is the final encounter

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Lora to-hit: 35-12 = 23%
Lora attack roll = 13 Hit!
Crit: 7-6 = 1
Crit Attack Roll: 9. No Crit.
Damage = 8-0 = 8
Lora Dopple RP = 9/17
So in conclusion I hope this explanation of the rules helps you as well as anyone who is trying to follow FEF. I haven't explained everything such as how defend and counter works (even I don't understand them) but I hope you guys got one lesson from this: GET AT LEAST CADET SPECIALIZATION IN A WEAPON! (or magic, magic always works)

If you want an IC reason for it, let's just assume that you swung it around long enough and got a basic feel for the weapon. Unspecialized would probably be finding a random sword on the ground and swinging it at the first Hart you see.

PS: Gm can you look at my edited sheet and address any concerns?

[micelus]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Averrco
Captain: Speaking
Race: Sal-Leifnin
Archetype: Charismatic Aspirant
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)

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PS: Gm can you look at my edited sheet and address any concerns?

Of course...

Hmm. I don't like having special abilities on starting armor, but that is a fairly reasonable, and very limited ability. You can have it, for an additional 15 C cost, and you have to buy particle filters for the mask at a cost of 5 C each. There is no rubber, (if the polymer would require oil, then it probably doesn't exist) but you can have enhanced leather: supple, sealed without seam or thread, and quite similar for most intents and purposes.

Large tent - 10 C
Week of Mutei Rations - 10 C
Mechanical Parts (Greater) - 35 C
Full Toolkit (lesser) -30 C
Lockbox w/ key - 10 C

Medical supplies... What kind are we talking? Are we talking about a glorified first aid kit with antiseptic, gauze, light bandages, collapsible splint, and a needle and thread? Or are we talking a trauma kit with actual drugs, simple surgery supplies (scalpel, amputation saw, forceps, clamps, etc), and that class of supply? Is it all cold steel and alchemy, the stuff of lesser technology; or are there cauterizing tools, light bladed scalpels, and arbitomatically purified and purposed medicine vials?

(snipped combat explanation)

Very nice, I appreciate the breakdown. The only thing changed is that rounding is done down when the decimal is below six, and up otherwise. As for defense and counters,

Defense will, at minimum, increase your EVA by 15. If you're defending against a melee attacker while wielding a melee weapon, then you might get a bonus based on your accuracy. If you're not wielding a melee weapon, or your attacker is at range, you might get a bonus based on your base EVA.

Counters work essentially as in FEF, except you have to use an action to get them. They're useful for attacking flying targets when you don't have a ranged weapon, and intercepting special abilities before they land in order to potentially break the attacker's focus. Also useful for just straight-up hitting people when you're too lazy to walk over to their domain and slap them around.

Also, for each one of the people that gets selected, you'll get a crib sheet like these two.