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[Fluffe9911]

"Gahhh! Shanks keeps dosh no share!"

Onwards the dosh shall be Shanks!

Spoiler:  Shanks The Monsters (click to show/hide)

 Name -  Shanks The Monsters
Background - Shanks is a Kobold. Someone told Shanks he could find dosh here Shanks likes dosh thus Shanks is now here.
Statistics
Skill-at-arms - 2
Brawn - 1
Focus - 1
Conviction - 1

Wounds: 0
Arcana: 0

Inventory and Equipment
Right Hand -
Left Hand -
Armor - Simple Clothes
Trinket -

Perks: 0 Point Remaining
(3) Caravan Hand Time spent working for a trade company has taught you a number of valuable lessons. You receive +1 to rolls when price haggling, looting, and foraging.
(1) Acrobat You are particularly adept at climbing, jumping, vaulting, and clambering. The first time in a turn a 1 is rolled for any such feat, it is instead rerolled.
(3) Silent The footsteps of a cat and the breathing of a mouse; in all things, you are quiet as a ghost. Enemies will never hear your movement, and have disadvantage on rolls to detect you.
(1) Quick Hands You may switch your equipped Right and Left Hand items, even while in combat.

Spells:

[Egan_BW]

"Somehow I feel that's not the right move, sir. This place isn't safe. Better to pay up than to die."

[Knightwing64]

Arek startles as he is jolted awake and narrows his eyes in suspicion, gingerly holding his head as it throbs in pain.“Don’t make me laugh. if you were any good you would be long gone and not wasting your time on newbies. Frankly, your usefulness is questionable at best. If I really wanted a guide, I would rather go to one of those lazy wretches.”


After this, Arek studies the room for anything overtly magical to study.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name - Arek the Butcher

Background - A desperate man with nowhere else to turn. A orphan who never knew his parents, Arek was often discriminated against because of his, ah, unique appearance. He learned at a young age that he could only really rely on one person, himself.

Born with a innate affinity for the Arcane, Arek was quick to pick up magic from observing traveling wizards and whatever he could pick up from what he read in stolen books. The resentment he had of his situation grew, and Arek quickly turned into a mage feared and reviled far and wide for his evil acts, having no qualms with sacrificing citizens for blood magic rituals or bargaining with demons for whatever scraps of power he could get.

Now well into the prime of his life, Incredible magical powers; valuable trinkets, plenty of servants and a town to terrorize for his amusement. Arek was living the life. There was just one problem.

People despised him. Arek was quite literally the stereotypical dark lord. It got to the point where the God’s had blessed a hero with the power to defeat him just to get people to stop whining about him. The hero stormed his castle, massacred the servants, and left Arek for dead.

But Arek had one last trick, he remembered reading about a magical tower others dare enter and figured it would be the perfect hiding place. Just one little problem… he collapsed right after he entered the tower and woke up fully healed with a bad case of Amnesia, forgetting all the spells he had learned.
 

Description - Arek was born mutated, possibly because of his affinity for mana. He would look like any normal human, were it not for the two jagged horns that extended from his skull and sharp red eyes, which had him labeled as a “demonspawn” which wasn’t helped by his strange habits and borderline sociopathic behavior.

Currently covered in a large red cloak inlaid with gold trim, offers him little to no armor but is quite stylish.


Statistics
Skill-at-arms - 0
Brawn - 2
Focus - 3
Conviction - 0

Wounds - 0
Arcana - 0

Inventory and Equipment:

Right Hand -
Left Hand -
Armor - Simple Clothing
Trinket -

Perks:
Attuned - You are aware of the ebb and flow of the world's arcane current, and have the potential to tap into it. You may cast spells.
Scholar (Magic) - You are well-versed in your field of study. Pick your domain of study - it can be anything from history to alchemy to philosophy - and record it here. You have advantage in rolls to recall knowledge of your specified field. Additionally, you are literate.

Spells: None

[Horizon]

((Funny how ya'll were saying when i suggested the hired guard thing that you made arguments to say that it made no sense yet your all wanting this random person to guard you. >:[ ))

Siegrid just shook his head "Well if anyone wants their ass covered I'll be right here. Working the trade routes guarding caravans taught me a thing or three. Bout having an eye for value."  he gave the sorry bunch a look before spitting, then made his way towards the stairs to ascend.

[Lenglon]

((Funny how ya'll were saying when i suggested the hired guard thing that you made arguments to say that it made no sense yet your all wanting this random person to guard you. >:[ ))

((it DOES make no sense. this person almost certain is attempting to backstab us. however that doesn't mean they don't have useful information.))

[Horizon]

((Funny how ya'll were saying when i suggested the hired guard thing that you made arguments to say that it made no sense yet your all wanting this random person to guard you. >:[ ))

((it DOES make no sense. this person almost certain is attempting to backstab us. however that doesn't mean they don't have useful information.))

((Ohhhhhhh.))

[Egan_BW]

"You could at least wait long enough for us to talk. We should all seven stick together. Look, both the mages are staying in the hall right now."

[Rethi-Eli]

((Hey y'all, this isn't a turn but I have a question for you as a newly-returning GM - would it be acceptable to everyone if dialogue was done separately from turns? That way, asking an NPC a question or issuing a demand doesn't take an entire turn. If this is okay with everyone, I'm inclined to do this so as to make back-and-forth dialogue not take forever.))

[crazyabe]

((Aye, 'tis fine, so long as its reasonable, don't spend three hours of back and forth with one person, but don't just make it one response per person between updates.))

[Horizon]

"You could at least wait long enough for us to talk. We should all seven stick together. Look, both the mages are staying in the hall right now."

"Hmph, fine."

[Lenglon]

((Hey y'all, this isn't a turn but I have a question for you as a newly-returning GM - would it be acceptable to everyone if dialogue was done separately from turns? That way, asking an NPC a question or issuing a demand doesn't take an entire turn. If this is okay with everyone, I'm inclined to do this so as to make back-and-forth dialogue not take forever.))

((please do))

[Rethi-Eli]

I hurry over to the other beastkin and make sure nobody attempts to go through their pockets while they're down. Once I'm sure nobody's getting grabby I turn back to Ekaterina.
"How far will you go with us?"

"Ideally, as far as I'm able. I've done guide-work before, and I just need the slightest bit more to pay off the debt that drove me to this place in the first place. Yeah, I'd take you to the end, and, if all goes well, I'd get out with you."

"from looks of this one, this parasite will follow you far enough to stick a dagger int thou back and no furthermore."
Mu says over his shoulder towards Meleria before confidently heading off towards the Stairs upwards.

Siegrid had nothing to say, just a snort of amusement as he listened to the woman bandy about her experience and knowledge.

"Trust is something that don't have a price." without elaborating the old man followed suit with the less tactful man "Only thing I really care for is having enough gold to afford a meal or a sturdy blade." to him he only cared about having enough to afford the equipment to brave the Tower. His last job had only paid so much, leaving him with the clothes on his back.

"Gahhh! Shanks keeps dosh no share!"

Onwards the dosh shall be Shanks!

Arek startles as he is jolted awake and narrows his eyes in suspicion, gingerly holding his head as it throbs in pain.“Don’t make me laugh. if you were any good you would be long gone and not wasting your time on newbies. Frankly, your usefulness is questionable at best. If I really wanted a guide, I would rather go to one of those lazy wretches.”

After this, Arek studies the room for anything overtly magical to study.

Roll Conviction: 2+1+1 = 4
Result: Partial Success

After the immediate refusal of Mu, Siegrid, Shanks and Arek, Ekaterina's brow furrows. She does not hide her desperation well as she turns back to those who remained to lend an ear.

"...perhaps a 10% cut is better called for? I suppose I can guide well enough, but I can't fight like used to before this," she says, waving the stump of her left arm, "so half the services for half the price! I think that quite reasonable, right?"

Isolde props herself up immediately when she regains enough strength to do so, growling and glancing between the strangers around her.

"...I saw blood. And... a soldier. Wings on his helm."
Regaining some of her senses, she looks between Meleria and the one-armed woman and seems to relax a little.
"'Scuse me, ma'am. Sometimes I see stuff of the future. Just that's what got me this far. I think yer deal is a good one, may I know your name?"

Ekaterina looks a bit wary as Isolde comes to. Laughing nervously, she takes a step forwards and offers her hand to help Isolde fully to her feet.

"I'm glad you think the offer's a good one. Like I said, quite reasonable! I'm Ekaterina, friend. I've spent a long time here, but never before have I met someone who can tell the future. I figure there are a lot of folks here who would have avoided the place like the plague were it that they had that same foresight. Let me show you around, and prove that I'm worth the charge while I'm at it."

Turning to the rest of you, Ekaterina points out to each of the distinct locations in the hall.

"As I said, this is the first floor, where those unwilling or unable to ascend the Tower languish. Not a place you should plan on staying long, but not one without its merits. The large stash of loot in the eastern corner belongs to Lodovico Mercator. Perhaps the richest man in the Tower, and one who has never set foot past the first floor. His is a long story, but it's best not to get involved in it at all - Mercator's a lender, and his men are debt collectors. Armed to the teeth with the Tower's finest. Anything not good enough for Mercator's enforcers, however, is loaned out - arms and armor, useful tools, and even a bit of magic here and there. Try to skip out on paying for anything you borrow, however, and his goons will find you soon enough. He practically owns this floor, but if you don't borrow from him, you'll never find yourself in his debt."

She turns to the far less impressive items being marketed on the carpets.

"Though far less impressive, everything on the floor opposite Mercator is for sale - no debts, no thugs, just business. 'Course, not a single thing is sold without Mercator's say-so, so it's usually all junk: anything of real value is bought by him before anyone else lays an eye on it. 'Course, being new here, buying isn't an option for you - nobody takes credit."

Finally, Ekaterina makes a wide, sweeping gesture, indicating all of the hall's remaining forlorn populace.

"Anyone who isn't here for business isn't worth paying any mind to. They're lost souls, walking corpses - all roads end, for them, in death. They would perish if they dared ascend the Tower, but remaining here tears at their sanity: every now and then one of them goes berserk, sometimes even killing a couple of the other failures before Mercator's guards cut them down. The ones that are sane, if nothing else, are often of a venerable age - neither time nor hunger ravage the body within these walls. The ones that still remember how to speak have some amazing stories - but they are all cowards nonetheless. Anyone of note will be found higher in the tower, not at its base. So... pretty handy stuff, right?"

[Lenglon]

"So where would you suggest we equip ourselves then?"

[Knightwing64]

“Well… I suppose a guide could be useful…” said Arek, fully intending on not paying her and just draining her of any relevant information.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name - Arek the Butcher

Background - A desperate man with nowhere else to turn. A orphan who never knew his parents, Arek was often discriminated against because of his, ah, unique appearance. He learned at a young age that he could only really rely on one person, himself.

Born with a innate affinity for the Arcane, Arek was quick to pick up magic from observing traveling wizards and whatever he could pick up from what he read in stolen books. The resentment he had of his situation grew, and Arek quickly turned into a mage feared and reviled far and wide for his evil acts, having no qualms with sacrificing citizens for blood magic rituals or bargaining with demons for whatever scraps of power he could get.

Now well into the prime of his life, Incredible magical powers; valuable trinkets, plenty of servants and a town to terrorize for his amusement. Arek was living the life. There was just one problem.

People despised him. Arek was quite literally the stereotypical dark lord. It got to the point where the God’s had blessed a hero with the power to defeat him just to get people to stop whining about him. The hero stormed his castle, massacred the servants, and left Arek for dead.

But Arek had one last trick, he remembered reading about a magical tower others dare enter and figured it would be the perfect hiding place. Just one little problem… he collapsed right after he entered the tower and woke up fully healed with a bad case of Amnesia, forgetting all the spells he had learned.
 

Description - Arek was born mutated, possibly because of his affinity for mana. He would look like any normal human, were it not for the two jagged horns that extended from his skull and sharp red eyes, which had him labeled as a “demonspawn” which wasn’t helped by his strange habits and borderline sociopathic behavior.

Currently covered in a large red cloak inlaid with gold trim, offers him little to no armor but is quite stylish.


Statistics
Skill-at-arms - 0
Brawn - 2
Focus - 3
Conviction - 0

Wounds - 0
Arcana - 0

Inventory and Equipment:

Right Hand -
Left Hand -
Armor - Simple Clothing
Trinket -

Perks:
Attuned - You are aware of the ebb and flow of the world's arcane current, and have the potential to tap into it. You may cast spells.
Scholar (Magic) - You are well-versed in your field of study. Pick your domain of study - it can be anything from history to alchemy to philosophy - and record it here. You have advantage in rolls to recall knowledge of your specified field. Additionally, you are literate.

Spells: None

[Egan_BW]

"At least you're trying, unlike this useless lot. I'll split my share with you, Ekaterina, at least until I'm accustomed to this place. If your debt still isn't paid by then, you'll just have to find another way to make money."

As someone who's struggled, Isolde isn't above taking pity on a desperate woman. That and she can appreciate the edge of having foreknowledge.

"Have you seen a man in a winged helmet, wielding a spear? I saw a vision, but I don't know what to think of it. A warning, perhaps."

Spoiler: Isolde (click to show/hide)

Name - Isolde
Background - Gutter trash, no doubt. Certainly uncultured.
Description - Some sort of strange cat-human hybrid. Crimson eyes.

Statistics
Skill-at-arms - 0
Brawn - 1
Focus - 1
Conviction - 3

Wounds - 0
Arcana - -1

Inventory and Equipment

Right Hand -
Left Hand -
Armor -
Trinket -

Perks
Prophetic (6) - What the future holds is not entirely unknown to you. Voices, dreams, and symbols reveal glimpses of what is to come, either spontaneously or after purposeful divination.

Spells