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[OceanSoul]

Spoiler:  Underappreciated Gourmet Chef (click to show/hide)

Name: Bronqui Afron, Corven
Description: Looks mostly like a standard Corven, with tawny feathers, a slightly larger beak. and blue eyes. Still somewhat young. Tends to acknowledge and accept people’s superiorities to him, but he’s quick to boast when he gets a complement or does something well. Tends to refer to people and things getting better, in all tenses.
   A lone child born in Goldshore to a decently-wealthy family. Both his parents worked in the upper rungs of a company that made kitchenware, which gave him a desire from a young age to eventually test and check out the appliances they made. He learned a bit about cooking, and started to cook for the family, mostly after busy nights.  One day, while he was still a teen, he saw some Shluck merchants setting up a store out of their own Bore, including a small restaurant. Seeing an opportunity to try and offer his family’s company’s wares to them, he bought a simple sandwich from them, hoping to segue into it from talking about the food. Yet, he was astounded with it’s taste, something incomparable to anything he’d tasted before. He tried his best to complement the chef, but words and crumbs kept falling out of his mouth. When he was finally able to say something coherent, the chef claimed that it could be a lot better, mainly since, as a water-bound lifeform, he couldn’t really taste the food he made. He got his parents to try the place the next day, but they couldn’t really taste much of a difference from what he made himself. In his shock, he vowed to one day be able to provide people with the flavorful experience he had that day.
   He spent his next years getting a formal education in cooking, with some education in technology so he would be able to work decently for his parent’s company as a backup plan. After that, he wanted to find a good restaurant to work for to help build up his more practical skills, and his uncle in Kirk suggested one he went to often, called the Wormwood. He went on a trip to Kirk to try out the restaurant, and, after a great meal, applied for a job, and they hired him. He’s worked there for 3 years, living with his uncle, and he still feels there’s a lot left for him to learn from the staff there. However, as he was coming back from a shopping trip, someone put a bag over his head. You can guess what happened next.
   
Goal: Obtain the skills, resources, and connections required to run a restaurant of his own.

Stats
Str: 8
Dex: 13
Spe: 13
End: 6
Awa: 12
Cun: 12 (+2)
Kno: 9 (+1)
Ner: 10

Skills
Biological +2
Survival +2
Machine Control +2
Mechanical +1

Inventory
Rolled 17, 4, and 18: 59 to spend.
Dynamo Lantern? (10)
2 Field Lighter (6)
Clothing (new chef’s outfit (apron, oven mitts, etc.), 5)
Clothing (Normal clothing, 5)
3 Organic Junk (seasonings, a prepared lunch or 2, and maybe some meat, 9)
Mail Shirt (20)
Black Flame (3)
No Fathoms left.

Also, I have a single question; due to the main currency, is another word for priceless “unfathomable”? Not that it matters, it’s just punny.

[Praefectus Screptum]

@Praefectus rolled 46. (11 + 13 + 2 = 26, 20)

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Garos Ellon
Description: Garos is a 4 feet moth-creature, with a black fur coating his body, the only different colors standing out on his form are located on his wings; blue circular marks that do give him two "eyes" on the back. Aside from the mask his kind naturally wears, he is also wearing a worn kettle helmet, which while doesn't provide the protection it normally should due to its current condition works like his lucky charm. The mask Garos wears is somewhat plain looking, all black aside from some blue marks along the "cheeks" and a crudely drawn star on the forehead area.
Goal: He is just hoping to gather himself a fortune and hopefully some fame too, just in case the hiring-and-shooting business becomes a necessity.
 
Stats
Str: 7
Dex: 12+2
Spe: 10+1
End: 8
Awa: 7
Cun: 13
Kno: 13
Ner: 10

Skills
Weapon Skill: 2
Stealth: 2
Acrobatics: 2
Defense Skill: 1

Inventory
(40)Ethral Rifle [7/7]
Silk Cloak

Nomad Bore.
 

[Legendary Marksdorf]

Inventory: 7 + 4 + 7 = 18

((It's actually 3d20 +20, so your total money should be 38.))

((Oh yup, thanks, fixed it))

[Caellath]

Spoiler: For the good times (click to show/hide)

Name: Vikkan Laerthe

Description: A human from Anvil and a moderate Chthonic who was born and raised close in the neighborhood of the Hammerfall boreyard, where his parents were employed as menial workers. Being so close to a place so filled with machinery and boring machines left a lasting impression on Vikkan, who became a furnace helper, then a drivemaster's apprentice until he finally reached the controls of a bore. He's quite good at conducting driving bores and, most importantly, he deeply enjoys his work.

Bore love aside, Vikkan is also generally quite friendly and good-humored even when he's not behind a bore's controls. He is, however, aware of his limitations out of the control room, and he'd rather leave most other matters to more skilled people. What he lacks in intellectual education he displays in polite curiosity, and he tends to be interested in listening even to topics he can only vaguely grasp, making for a good talking and drinking buddy if nothing else.

At odds with his friendliness, he looks rugged, if young. His hair is dark brown and cut short, and he has a well-groomed handlebar mustache (though he's been known to let it grow and style it into a horseshoe at times). A small diagonal scar moves from his right eyebrow to the bridge of his nose. His skin is brown and displays a few burns thanks to a few years of furnace and boiler work. He's fairly hairy, with his shirt's sleeves covering hairy arms and a few spots of scar tissue. His uniform is made of thick cloth and utilitarian, overalls, a long-sleeved shirt and a cap. His major concession to vanity is keeping his uniform and mustache impeccable.

Goal: To deep driving bores and having fun while doing it. It's not a difficult dream, even if it can be hard at times.
 
Stats
Str: 10
Dex: 10
Spe: 10
End: 10
Awa: 13
Cun: 10
Kno: 10
Ner: 10

Skills
+3 Vehicle (Bore)
+2 Navigation
+1 Defense (Mail Shirt)

Inventory
-Conductor's Clothes
-Dynamo Lantern
-Black Flame
-Black Book (Copy)
-Field Lighter
-Mail Shirt
-2 Fathoms

Voting for the Nomad.

[piecewise]

((It appears nomad bore is the clear winner.

Everybody who submitted a sheet is in, if anyone sees problems in other people's sheets, continue pointing them out like you already have. I'll look them over too but I can easily miss things, as I am a skeleton without eyes. I'm creating an OOC here. This starting quest is an intro quest, get you acquainted with things. Things will open up more after it. ))



You point to the bore you want with a jerk of your chin and  the papers are pulled away.  A moment later they are replaced with a map.

Spoiler: Map (click to show/hide)

A hand extends from the darkness and taps on the map several times, pointing at a particular spot. 

"See this? We're in Anvil and just deep of us are some ruins. Right here. I want you, and the rest of the idiots we've got, to go in there and get me a Relic.  Its a sphere; glass, black, about a foot in diameter, and filled with inextinguishable fire. You drive the bore down to it, you get the relic, you come back. So simple that you'd think it would leave no room for mistakes but we're gonna make extra sure. "

A metal collar snaps onto your neck, tight and heavy.

"I'm sure you've heard of Ethral prison collars?  Simple gadgets."  You get jerked back painfully as someone grabs the collar and turns a wind up key several times. "Its got a 24 hour timer on it. If you're not back in time, it blows up. If you fiddle with it, it blows up. If you do anything that pisses off my men on the bore, they blow it up."

The person behind you finishes with the collar and then drags you up onto your feet.

"I believe that will remove any foolish or contradictory thoughts from your mind and enable you to focus full on the task at hand."

The person behind you forces you to turn and then walks you out of the room. They push you through a doorway, down a covered causeway and through an iron airlock.  You're shoved into a room with about a dozen other people similarly bound and collared, with a few rather shady looking individuals on the edges of the room, guns in hand.  The airlock closes and one of the shady men walks  around, cutting the restraints off everyone.  Once he's done, he gestures to a door.

"This bore has lots of empty rooms but the control room is upstairs, boiler and engine room are down. Boss says you can take whatever route you want to reach the ruins but you've only got 24 hours so don't fuck around. We'll be keeping an eye on you too, so doubly don't fuck around."




Updated map, White human shape is your bore, just below Anvil.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

No one has to specifically drive the bore, you can just say the path you want it to take. Driving skills only really come in handly when the bore needs to roll for something and normal movement isn't one of those things.


So, choose your angle of attack into those ruins and lets go.

[Parisbre56]

"Um. Hi everyone. I'm Kara." Kara said and waved awkwardly at the rest of the team.
"I-I think it might be best to go to where they told us as quickly as possible. I don't want to die. So maybe going through Journeyman's Path would be best? I mean, that way we don't have to dig all the way down." she continued, rubbing her wrists where the restraints just were.

[randomgenericusername]

"...I'm not really used to traveling by bore. But I think we should take the Journeyman's Path and visit Mason."

"Uh, I'm Lokam... Nice to meet you."

Spoiler: Lokam Pilgrim (click to show/hide)

Name: Lokam Pilgrim

Description: Lokam is an Ethral Aspirant of the Tenebrous Chruch currently on pilgrimage. His soft fur is pale yellow, his large and fuzzy mane is golden and antennae and wings are dark purple with white details. His antennae, unlike most Ethral, are also very long and fluffy. Most of the time, he's wearing his silky church robes, which also have a hood included. His mask is very dark purple, with bright yellow spirals and curves, similar to tentacles.

Goal: His goal is to just complete his pilgrimage and ascend in the chruch. He wishes to go as deep as possible and someday become a Living Saint, Stygian or even a member of the Council. But his dream is to someday go deeper than everyone, reach the center and finally find God.

Stats:
Str:  7
Dex: 12
Spe: 10
End:  8
Awa:  7
Cun: 13
Kno: 13
Ner: 13

Skills:
Diving: 3
Caving: 1
Navigation: 1
Survival: 1
Translate: 1

Inventory:
The Black Book (Real)
Black Flame
Bag of Path Markers
Silk Aspirant Gray Robes
Purple Mask

[Legendary Marksdorf]

"Hey. Name's Rick." Rick declares, looking in the general direction of the others.
"Even though we hafta stick together for now, that don't mean we hafta be best pals, so lets keep introductions short, aight ? The fastah we get tah diggin', the fastah we can get outta here." He adds, visibly annoyed by the recent turn of events.
"Ah agree with what bird girl just said. Goin' down the Journeyman's Path 's probably our best bet if we dun wanta kick the bucket."

Spoiler: 'Good ol rick' (click to show/hide)

Name: Rick. No last name, just Rick.
Race: Mole-Man
Description: Rick is muscular and tall, even by mole-men standards. His fur is black and generally messy. His body bears many scars from past battles, most notably one over his left eye.
Goal: Rick's goal is to become stronger, maybe even strong enough to one day face the horrors of the surface.
 
Stats
Str: 12 + 1
Dex: 10 + 1
Spe: 8
End: 12 + 1
Awa: 10
Cun: 9
Kno: 9
Ner: 10

Skills:
Unarmed + 3
Survival + 1
Navigation + 1
Acrobatics + 1
Animal Handling + 1

Inventory: 7 + 4 + 7 = 18 + 20 = 38
Ordinary Clothes (-0)
Mail Shirt (-20)
Grappling Hook (-10)
Cave Spider Venom (-3)
100 feet of Silk Rope (-5)

[Hotfire90]

The mole's right, the faster we get there, the sooner we're done. Alex says looking at Rick.
We can shop for some additional supplies if we need to at Mason, should be the fastest route to the ruins too. Name's Alex by the way.

[piecewise]

OFFICIAL NOTE
There was an error in the rules where the shluck stat block was straight 10's.  That wasn't intentional so its been updated. If you wanna change your sheet to be a Shluck because of the new stat arrangement, feel free to do so now.

[Egan_BW]

"O-oh."
The small white Ethal eyes the room nervously. Predictably.
"Um, m-my name is Wiellste Gunsmithy. If your guns are damaged or something, you can ask me about itokay I'm going to go hide now biiiiiiiie."

Wiellste Goes and finds a nice empty room to cower in.

Spoiler: Wiellste, who is pretty much running on instinct at this point (click to show/hide)

Name: Wiellste Gunsmithy

Description: A young Ethral, no taller than 4 feet tall. Her fur is unpatterned and a milky white. Usually wears a rather plain quilted brown silk cloak, and a polished copper mask with symmetrical, spiraling lines etched on the sides.

Goal: Wiellste is like many Ethral in that she seeks to gather knowledge about the world before all else. Though being an Ethral from Knot, her skills are largely more on the practical building side than the scholarly side. She isn't particularly invested in the teachings of the Tenebrous Church, but the idea of the spheres intrigues her, especially Balarim, with it's writings and technology.

Stats:
Str:  7
Dex: 12
Spe: 10
End:  8
Awa:  7
Cun: 15
Kno: 13
Ner: 11

Skills:
Weaponsmith 2
Diving 2
Pistol 1
Bore 1
Translate 1
Stealth 1

Inventory:
Silk cloak
Copper mask
Revolver 7/7

1 Fathom

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Name's Garos. And I also agree about taking that specific path, as it seems we will be going down in a straight line, so that probably will take us less time."

[The Lupanian]

”Yes, lets go through the tunnel, that’s fastest. But, I say we just blast through Mason, get right to the mission.”
The woman looks around at everyone silently for a moment. Then says ”By the way, call me Harm. Stay out of my way, and we’ll get along just fine.”

Spoiler: Harm (click to show/hide)

Name: Harmony “Harm” Li
Description: Lean and broody looking. This woman has short black hair and is partially covered in interlocking black tattoos. She wears simple black clothes, with a knee-length Maggot Wool Coat overtop.
Goal: Overall, Harm would like to find a place where refugees and travelers could seek refuge without dealing with the dogmatic influence of the church. Right now, though, she just wants to get away.
 
Stats
Str:10
Dex:11
Spe:10
End:10
Awa:10
Cun:12
Kno:10
Ner:10

Skills
Weapon smith (3)
Mechanical (2)
Lucky Shot (1)

Inventory
Lucky Shot (7 rounds)
Field Lighter
10 Path Markers
2 units structural junk
2 units mechanical junk

[PyroDesu]

Yer can call me Frax. I do rocks, minerals, gems, whatever comes from the earth, even a bit o' archaeology - and not a poor hand when it comes to scrappin', 'least when the other party doesn't knock me in the head from behind in the dark.

The big mole puts a large-clawed hand up to the collar around his neck.

I reckon y'all got the right idea so far - we're set on a timer so stickin' to clear passages much as possible seems the smart idea. But like Harm said, we probably best steer clear of the town itself. Get the feelin' our... employers... wouldn't like any attention.

Spoiler: Frax, big old bear of a mole (click to show/hide)

Name: Frax

Description: A somewhat larger example of a mole-man standing at around 6'5". Also a bit on the thicker side, the normally-defined musculature of the typical mole-man muted under a few layers of blubber. His short, rust-colored fur is starting to be streaked with silver. His clothing is sturdy and festooned with straps, retaining loops, and pockets, but otherwise plain - befitting one who's job is to go out of the bore and find things in the rock.

Goal: Money, dear boy. Gobs and gobs of money through mineral wealth (and possibly a touch of adventure along the way).

Stats:
Str:13
Dex:10
Spe:8
End:14
Awa:10
Cun:9
Kno:9
Ner:10

Skills:
Weapon Skill - Tungsten Toothpick: +2
Unarmed: +1
Caving: +1
Explosives: +1
Geology: +2
Archaeology: +1

Inventory:
Tungsten Toothpick (10 rounds)
0 Fathoms

[randomgenericusername]

"W-wow, there's a lot of people here, isn't it? I think... I'm going to leave this in your hands. Maybe find a nice spot to read..."

Lokam, feeling anxious because of being in such crowded place, quickly goes find a nice and comfy room in which to rest and calm himself. Preferably away from loud places and other rooms.

Spoiler: Lokam Pilgrim (click to show/hide)

Name: Lokam Pilgrim

Description: Lokam is an Ethral Aspirant of the Tenebrous Chruch currently on pilgrimage. His soft fur is pale yellow, his large and fuzzy mane is golden and antennae and wings are dark purple with white details. His antennae, unlike most Ethral, are also very long and fluffy. Most of the time, he's wearing his silky church robes, which also have a hood included. His mask is very dark purple, with bright yellow spirals and curves, similar to tentacles.

Goal: His goal is to just complete his pilgrimage and ascend in the chruch. He wishes to go as deep as possible and someday become a Living Saint, Stygian or even a member of the Council. But his dream is to someday go deeper than everyone, reach the center and finally find God.

Stats:
Str:  7
Dex: 12
Spe: 10
End:  8
Awa:  7
Cun: 13
Kno: 13
Ner: 13

Skills:
Diving: 3
Caving: 1
Navigation: 1
Survival: 1
Translate: 1

Inventory:
The Black Book (Real)
Black Flame
Bag of Path Markers
Silk Aspirant Gray Robes
Purple Mask