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[FallacyofUrist]

((I have 23 points, right?))
((40-11(politics)-6(poison magic)=23 points. Yep.))

"... heh heh heh- soon... very soon..."

Walter removes a letter from his robes, in which he writes in no particular detectable pattern. The letter is slipped to a messenger, along with a coin... The letter would soon find its way to a hidden ally of Walter...

Spoiler: How Walter Spends His Points: (click to show/hide)

[4]: Mordecai(combination Lesser Mage(Alchemy) and Leader, Walter's former third in command)
[5]: 10 Soldiers(at 0.5 points each), to be precise, Walter's bodyguards.
[2]: Specialist(Architect)
[2]: Specialist(Personal Chef)
[2]: Specialist(Personal Doctor)
[2]: 8 Construction Workers
[2]: 8 Miners
[4]: 200 Food

[Nirur Torir]

((I have 23 points, right?))
((40-11(politics)-6(poison magic)=23 points. Yep.))

I .. Oh, I wrote 17 because you used 17. 23 is right.

I suppose I'll allow leader/mage mutli-classing for 4, but, unlike PCs, NPCs each only get one major action per turn.
Laborers have all laborer skills, for bookkeeping simplicity.

RAM! It's all up to you now, whether or not the expedition has a mage capable of building a beacon so you can contact home and trade (or possibly return home in the epilogue).

[RAM]

Jakthur sits down, opens a bag hanging from its hip, and carefully counts out its coinage into a pile on the ground then sets sheets of paper out in front of it. It then makes a list on a sheet of paper, speaking aloud as it does so...
6-one space-mage
2-one leader
.75-one carpenter
.75-3 labourers
.5-one soldier
2-100 food
1-50 materials
1- Telekinesis for the Underhanded(tome)

It then carefully stacks piles of money-equivalent on each sheet in turn then goes over them again scratching out purchase requests and then goes over them one last time, wrapping them each up in turn before placing them in a bag and carrying them over to a messenger and politely requesting "I think that I shall be needing these things, I should like you to arrange their purchase.". They then sit down with audible relief, apparently having forgotten one unit of purchasing tokens on the ground where anyone could claim it...

P.S.
 Now to wait and find out if my book is for the physically disabled, ethically disabled, or both...

[Nirur Torir]

P.S.
 Now to wait and find out if my book is for the physically disabled, ethically disabled, or both...

((It's the perfect crime. Nobody suspects the armless man of being a pickpocket.))

[Coolrune206]

Not sure if there's an open space, or even a waitlist, but this seems neat.

Spoiler: Crossover! (click to show/hide)

Name: James Sedgewick
Race: Human
Physical Description: Very average in build, although rather flabby around the arms. Stands at five foot four, rather short for a man. Most of his appearance is shrouded in a dark green cloak, topped off with a matching stereotypical wizard cap. He wields a long stick, easily mistakable for some kind of "Staff", which is in reality a walking stick, as he is getting on in life. He is 53 years old, but excessive use of magic has made him feel like he is at least eighty. His face is scarred by the passage of time, but has a distinct youthful sparkle to it.
Mental Description: James Sedgewick has a weak resistance to mental assaults, and very little patience. If he finds a wall in his way in a maze, he will make another doorway. And there will be no wall there any more. Apart from that, he can be a rather sensible individual.
Backstory: James Sedgewick originated in a world less widely inhabited by magicians, and set in the medieval era. He was part of an expedition to discover the secrets of a dungeon, that of Teskireloth. Upon completion of his task and the inevitable destruction of the dungeon, James Sedgewick expended his omnipotency to escape his doomed fate, and escape he did. However, due to the relative broadness of the spell cast, "safety" was not what he expected it to be. He found himself located in a new world. Years passed, and he blended with society. Now, here he is. A man out of his time, unrecognized for his peculiarity, being sent off to colonize a world of death. Well, it can hardly be more deadly than a dungeon full of dangerous idiots. Can it?
Skills: Competent Transmuter [-6 points]
Novice Telekiniser [-3 points]
Dabbling Necromancer [-1 point]
Dabbling Aquamagician [-1 point]
Dabbling Pyromagician [-1 point]
Dabbling Terramagician [-1 point]
Dabbling Aeromagician [-1 point]
Dabbling Manipulagician [-1 point]
Total points expended on skills: 15 points. Remaining points: 25 points.

[Happerry]

The human in sparkly robes shifts slightly and glances at the others. "I am George. I dabble in several schools, and am a skilled summoner. Say, does anyone here know enough space magic to make a portal home?"

[Detoxicated]

"I am not here to go home, I am here to bring order and glory to this planet. I will help the one I deem fittest."

[Shadestyle]

"I have been working out a plan, essentially, I summon a limitless amount of minions and send them to scout the area and provide labor, one of you produces a fortified building, and yet another creates a mine in the furthest point my scouts have returned from.  Does this sound adequate?"

[AbstractTraitorHero]

mori's fiddels with his glasses and in a regretfully tone.
...I hope that we are going to be to where...a friend of mine went I owe her...an apology what I did was the reason I'm being sent I just hope I'm going to the same place she went.

[Shadestyle]

"Well, whatever that nonsense was, it does not seem to help us survive and prosper in what I am sure is some hellish place."

"Does anybody here know their plans for when we are dumped on a deadly alien planet?"

[Detoxicated]

"Well I will send my blacksmith with whoever has material for him and build a small medicine hovel together with my associates. I think if we plan out our settlement beforehand, and the logistics behind that, we can easily build an astounding outpost.

Oh and summoner guy, tell your minions to bring samples of the local flora. We might have a use of those, when trying to grow food and medicine."

[AbstractTraitorHero]

I am a expert inventor and expert lightening user.

[Shadestyle]

"There will need to be a quarantine building for any outside flora or fauna, any of it could end in many deaths, and by extension, should be kept as far away as the mine, for the same reason of isolating danger from the living quarters."

"The key portion is the separation of self sufficient inner areas and areas where new resources and dangers are revealed."

[Happerry]

"Well I will send my blacksmith with whoever has material for him and build a small medicine hovel together with my associates. I think if we plan out our settlement beforehand, and the logistics behind that, we can easily build an astounding outpost.

Oh and summoner guy, tell your minions to bring samples of the local flora. We might have a use of those, when trying to grow food and medicine."

"Assuming you mean the laborers I have brought with me, the first thing I intend to have them do is to build a wall to keep out the deathworld animals." George tells the other wizard.

[Shadestyle]

"He means me, and as I said, refer to me as LUM or Literally Unlimited Minions."