Hey, can I join? If so:
"Name": Scribble
Description: A short, young man in disheveled robes with messy red hair.
Stats:
HP: 20/20
Strength: 0
Agility: 1
Will: 6
Resilience: 3
Starting Cant: Spark
Hey, sorry, but I think five characters is about the upper limit of what I'm comfortable managing at the moment. If you'd like, I can add you to a waitlist and notify you when a spot opens.
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Chisaiko added to the list.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The trickle of water nearby, the occasional crinkling of weathered parchment, and the shuffling of idle feet break the still, grave-like silence of this ancient place. 'Mirthful' rests on a sturdy bench of dusty stone, one hand held aloft and casting dim sparks from its fingers as the other flips through the pages of a rotting tome. He hums to himself as he reads, sounding more like a random string of notes than any discernable tune. Of course, Mirthful is not his name. A foolish warlock that would make him. And, after trekking through the woods and delving into this ancient tomb of knowledge at his behest, none of the assembled treasure hunters would regard him as foolish.
He is elderly, hunched over, with spots on his skin and an unplacable accent to his voice. Every hair on his head seems to have migrated downwards into his bushy silver beard, which he strokes periodically whenever a hand is not required to turn the next page of the tome on his lap. Clad in a rough brown robe tied at the waist with a flaxen belt, he lacks any trace of the adornment or flair commonly associated with warlocks. Mirthful looks, at first glance, like a harmless old man.
The scars on his arms and the deep, powerful resonance of his voice tell a different story. A soldier's arm, tried in battle. A warlock's voice, well-used to the power of the Cants. The old man's magical field is strong enough that a babe could sense it, let alone a troupe of wary and magically-inclined treasure hunters. It's all rather suspicious. Mirthful clearly is not as frail and weary as his weathered appearance would suggest. He doesn't need their protection. So why are they here?
The hunters, with little better to do than wait, take stock of their surroundings. Mirthful sits in what once might have been a reading nook, a bench-lined hemispherical indent in the east wall of the main library rows. There, the dust of unfathomably old books lies atop hundreds of shelves carved from natural stone. The northern, western, and southern walls all bear archways leading into dark stone tunnels. The northern tunnel leads back the way they came, up to the surface. The southern tunnel is a set of stairs leading downwards, and faint magical fields can be felt from below. Finally, the western tunnel is short and flat, leading into what appears to be storage rooms.
At present, only the closest of the shelves can be seen past the nook for their lights are weak: Mirthful's sparks cast only enough to read by, and the bundles of luminescent moss tied to the others' belts are little better. They can, however, see their immediate surroundings: The thick coating of dust on the floor and benches, the faded murals painted onto the walls, the brittle bones scattered at their feet, and the other members of their motley crew.
A fair-haired man in a multicoloured cloak sits on the bench opposite Mirthful. Even seated, The Skald's lofty stature is readily apparent.
'Chisaiko' brushes a smear of dust from the woven clothes that rest lightly on her thin frame. Her unusual green hair is the by far most vibrant color in this dead, dreary place.
'Aegis' stands near the closest shelf, solidly built and clad in boiled armour that creaks as she moves.
The young man in the slightly-too-large tunic is Dustan. He paces the length of the reading nook, leaving an elliptical trail of footsteps in millenia of dust.
'Fifteen', leaning on the wall next to The Skald, keeps watch for any dangers that present themselves. The spun cloak in which he wraps himself provides ample defense against the chill of the underground.
Mirthful's discordant tune gives way to a series of mumbled revelations. Few words can be picked out of the quiet jumble he spouts, but a particular emphasis seems to be placed on "buried", "return", and "chasm". The warlock quiets for a moment, then looks up from his book as if taking notice of the others for the first time. "Oh. Oh, you all are still here. I'll suffice here just fine for the moment alone, if you'd please. Surely there's some of that treasure you sought farther into the archives. Erm, though perhaps do be careful. I shall need you all in one piece to escort me out of here when I am finished."
With that, Mirthful returns to his task and takes no further notice of the hunters.
"Name":
"The Skald"
Description:
A tall, blonde-haired man, clad in a motley colored cloak.
Stats:
HP: 20/20
Defence(Resilience + 1/2 of agility): 6
Strength: 1
Agility: 2
Will: 2
Resilience: 5
Inventory
1x Bundle of Moss: Provides dim radial light
Cants:
Steam
"Name": Dustan. no, that is not his true name.
Description: A young man, barely of age with light brown hair and a loose fitting wool tunic. he seems adventurous, but more than a little headstrong.
Stats:
HP: 20/20
Defence: 4
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Will: 1
Resilience: 3
Inventory
1x Bundle of Moss: Provides dim radial light
Cants:
Mend
"Name": Fifteen
Description: Average build and height with charcoal-coloured hair and eyes. Wears a leather vest over a linen tunic, along with a cloth cloak to shield himself from the elements.
Stats:
HP: 20/20
Defence: 5
Strength: 1
Agility: 4
Will: 2
Resilience: 3
Inventory
1x Bundle of Moss: Provides dim radial light
Cants:
Crack
"Name": Aegis
Description: A sturdy looking female with short black hair and brown eyes. Wears light leather armour.
Stats:
HP: 20/20
Defence: 6
Strength: 3
Agility: 1
Will: 0
Resilience: 6
Inventory
1x Bundle of Moss: Provides dim radial light
Leather armour: -1 damage taken from attacks. Negated by piercing strikes.
Cants:
Pull
"Name": Chīsaiko
Description: Small girl with short green hair and sapphire eyes. Wears woven clothes she made herself from nature.
Stats:
HP: 20/20
Defence: 5
Strength: 0
Agility: 5
Will: 2
Resilience: 3
Inventory
1x Bundle of Moss: Provides dim radial light
Cants:
Mend
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