"Why did Gordon bother with this man?"
Alanna shrugs.
"Right, well. Maybe a warning shot will make him go away. Is easy, just have to not hit him!"
Warning shot!
Name: Marcus
Backstory: Marcus gonna punch a bitch. Marcus gonna judo slam a bitch to the floor! Marcus gonna make earth swallow the idiot who thought he could get one over on Marcus! Marcus needs to do this for daughter. Marcus needs to earn money so daughter can BE SUCCESSFUL. Marcus doesn't know what little girl wants to do but SHE WILL BE THE BEST AT IT. Marcus lost wife in tragic wizard firestorm. Marcus also lost most of his skin. Marcus was left on the street with an adorable child! MARCUS WILL PROVIDE.
Strength: 13 (13)
Dexterity: 13
Mind: 10
Health: 5 (5)
Wizard Level: 0
Affinity: Earth/Metal. Basically an avatar Earthbender.
Money: 0
Inventory:
Shield: Has 20 HP and can be used to absorb damage instead of taking it yourself. Once HP is expended,
the shield breaks. HP cannot be replenished. ~ 25 silver [20/20]
Soldier's weapon (bolt action rifle, sword, halberd, lance, mace, etc) ~10 silver, d8 damage: Axe
Soldier's weapon (bolt action rifle, sword, halberd, lance, mace, etc) ~10 silver, d8 damage: Rifle [6/6]
Rifle clips (6 rounds each), x1
Double barrel shotgun (d8) (2/8)
Big revolver (d10) (6/6)
Crowbar
Heavy Armor (Can't move AND attack in the same turn.)
Flame syrup ~10 silver. Glass jar filled with faintly glowing yellow-orange viscous fluid. Fluid ignites when
exposed to air and burns for 5 rounds. If thrown, sets 15ft diameter area alight and deals 1d6 damage to
anything in it each round. x1
Caltrops (D4 damage against unarmored feet)
Hourglass in a metal frame.
Bag of Metal Acorns.
Quirks:
Full body burn scars
Ax wound scar on left ribs
Name: Alanna
Daughter of Marcus, she is sixteen years of age and desires to do something with her life. This mostly involves putting up with her father and making sure he doesn't go off too half cocked on some crazy adventure, usually by being smarter than him. Unfortunetly, she is also a bit weak and has the grace of a house being very suddenly introduced to a boulder at 50 mph.
HP 4 (4)
Strength 8 (8 )
Dexterity 5
Mind 12
Wizard Level: 0
Money: 0
Standard armor (armor 1) ~ 30 silver.
Soldier's weapon (bolt action rifle, sword, halberd, lance, mace, etc) ~10 silver, d8 damage: Sword
Soldier's weapon (bolt action rifle, sword, halberd, lance, mace, etc) ~10 silver, d8 damage: Rifle 5/6 ammo
Rifle clips (6 rounds each), x1
Backpack:
Recipie book (?)
10 Abstract Food Units. (1 = a meal)
Spice bag (Useful for food items.)
Flint and steel, crowbar, saw, hammer, 20ft rope, spy glass, shovel, collapsible pole, grappling hook, glue, magnifying glass, lock picks.
First Aid Kit~ 10 silver. A box of clean bandages, needle and thread for stitches, casts and other general
purpose medical supplies. Used to tend for someone with critical damage. Single use. x3
"Grek"
Shoot sigh with my rifle.
Strength: 14 (15)
Dex: 14
Mind: 10
HP: 0 (1)
Element: Sword
Collapsable Pole
Unlit Torch
Nothing
Guitar
Unreasonable Acid
bag of spices
flint and steel
a large iron cooking pot
an iron pan
A pre-wizard book of recipes
Barrel of High quality Thunderbee Mead
0 silver, 50 copper
Soldier's Weapon (really big sword)
Rifle (d8, 4 shots)
Clip of ammo (6 shots)
Standard Armor
jar of flame syrup
octagonal "compass"
No quirk.
Puncture scars on left palm and left thigh.
170 meals
jack
spare wheel
two metal tents
three torches
two metal rods
harness for spider
two wax candles
Marcus points his rifle into the air and fires off a single round. The bang of the shot is strangely muffled out here in the wastes and doesn't seem to echo at all, making it seem as though the sound is somehow cut off. Beethro, on the other hand, shoulders his rifle and takes aim at Sigh, who is sitting on top of the New Guy with a rather...well, there's no real word for an emotion that is a mix of absolutely terrified and strangely relieved at the same time. But he's making that kind of face. [1. 5 hp left] Despite deliberately aiming at Sigh, the shot is barely more than a warning shot, just grazing Sigh's shoulder. Sigh immediately drops down onto the new guy and its hard to tell if he's covering the man or if he's collapsed into some sort of instinctual fear hug.
Provided entertaining commentary on the murder attempts.
Snakescorpion
Horse/Cow-sized
d10 HP: 10
3d6 stats
Str:16
Dex:14
Mind:11
Tarantula
Horse/Cow-sized
d10 HP: 9
3d6 stats
Str:12
Dex:16
Mind:5
Name: Bill
Backstory: Since the day he was born, Bill was raised to do one thing. He was meant to take over his father's butcher shop. When that didn't pan out (because a wizard blew it up), he turned to wizard hunting.
HP: 4
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 17
Mind: 18
Wizard level: 1
Affinity: Metal
Inventory d4: 4
Equipment 1: [6][9] A small lead bar
Equipment 2: [5][11] Standard Armor
Equipment 3: Magical Sabre of Cold (d6) (d4 Cold)
Equipment 4: 1 bottle of flame syrup
Equipment 5: Bed roll
Equipment 6: Metal Saw
Equipment 7: Handful of Metal Acorns
Equipment 8: Metal Tent
Money: 6 Silver
Quirk: [1] Nope
You sit crosslegged atop your spider, petting its furry thorax, and give a sarcastic running commentary as the events unfold.
"And it's a difficult shot, over 100 yards, with a water hazard nowhere to be seen. Beethro really has a lot riding on this shot. Maybe. He seems to dislike this Sigh guy, I guess. To be honest I haven't really been paying a lot of atten- OH he's taken the shot and missed entirely. Thats gotta feel bad. Lets see if we can get a reporter down there to get a word."
You send the chimera over to Beethro and it raises one big claw up to his face as though holding an invisible microphone.
"Hows it feel to suck?"
Fleyshius will shake his head at the genius of Sighs new greeting.
Sigh?! Why fancy meeting you here, and with such an unorthodox greeting. Would never have considered a tire iron to the head before, but you have shown me the light!
Name: Fleyshius Von Flesh, (On a good day may respond to the name John Doe.))
Backstory: fleshyius was not originally named flesyshius he was orginally named John Doe and was originally a surgeon, but then a wizard ended up dying on his table and things went down hill from there. Mostly because then rest of the wizards gang burned his house down and tossed everything he loved into the house fire.
Strength: 12
Dexterity: 12
Mind: 13
Wizard Level: 0
Affinity: flesh
Inventory:
4/5 hp
3 silver 7 copper
Tire iron (d6)
Archaic poison
Flimsy armor
Standard armor (Worn)
No quirk
"Fleyshius?! No!"
Dive on top of Fleyshius to protect him from the gunfire!
Name:syv
Backstory:Him, finally? How? Wait, they're shooting at him? Of course, they shoot danger, but they never see magnitude! The fools!
HP: 6/6
STR: 14/14
DEX: 8/8
INT: 14/14
Wizard Level: 0
Affinity: FLESH
Inventory:
Bolt-action Rifle (d8 ranged weapon) [6/6]
Tire Iron (d6 melee weapon)
Flimsy Armor (Armor 1) (Roll 1d10 every time the armor blocks some damage. On a roll of 1, armor breaks.)
Cobbled together pistol (d6 ranged weapon) [6/6]
12 bullets
1 silver coin, 30 copper coins
Meanwhile, Sigh is curled around Fleyshius like a boa around a hog, protecting him from gunfire. Fleyshius for his part, seems over all amused by the events unfolding, The clanging to the head was mildly unpleasant but the helmet made a pleasant sort of ringing noise so its not so bad, really.
"Sigh, as much as I appreciate your rather erratic greeting style, I think you've successfully got the point across by now."
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