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[Rethi-Eli]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name - Vaolu
Background - He came from an orphanage, was kicked out wen he became an adult, and just drifted here. 
Description - Purplish red skin, pointed, elfin ears that have a v-like split three inches down.  Whitish hair tied behind his head.  concealing, dark clothing.  Quiet.  May possibly be a bit insane. 

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


Wounds - 0
Arcana - 0

Your Wounds value will always start at 0. Your Arcana value starts at 0 if you are capable of spellcasting, and if not, it is -1.

Inventory and Equipment

Right Hand -
Left Hand -
Armor -
Trinket -

Perks

Attuned
Acrobat
1 spare point

Spells
(This is where your character’s learned spells are recorded. Spells are like items, in the sense that they cannot be brought in from the outside world. All spells must be learned)

(In?)

In. Welcome aboard! Feel free to submit an action - your character is with the rest on the first floor hall.

[TricMagic]

Staff or Poleaxe. No mace...

"Xing Xing will take this Staff for 40 Crowns. Xing Xing will work to pay it off shortly." Having taken the loan, Xing Xing heads to the first floor. May god protect Xing Xing.

[Egan_BW]

She shrinks down.
"I-I just mean- It's not nice! Having pointy ears and a tail doesn't really help me out!"

Siegrid never quite understood why folk saw the beastkin as lesser races, he didn't care if they were or weren't.

"Don't matter what you look like kid, I don't care if your purple or have eight eyes so long as ya don't kill me in my sleep." he snorted.

"...That's not so common."

[Lenglon]

She shrinks down.
"I-I just mean- It's not nice! Having pointy ears and a tail doesn't really help me out!"

"Do you think there's something wrong with me?!? Is that what you're saying?"

[Egan_BW]

"I told you, I don't know anything about it."

[Lenglon]

"I told you, I don't know anything about it."

"So if there's nothing wrong with me, then there's nothing wrong with you. You should be PROUD of your heritage. No calling yourself accursed. Got it?"

[Horizon]

She shrinks down.
"I-I just mean- It's not nice! Having pointy ears and a tail doesn't really help me out!"

Siegrid never quite understood why folk saw the beastkin as lesser races, he didn't care if they were or weren't.

"Don't matter what you look like kid, I don't care if your purple or have eight eyes so long as ya don't kill me in my sleep." he snorted.

"...That's not so common."

"Eh, common or not it probably don't matter where we're going."

[Knightwing64]

Amon frowns, a uncomfortable expression on his face. “I don’t quite remember what I was like outside of the tower, I can’t recall anything past a few hours ago, but I don’t think I was very well liked… ”

See what else the guard has to say and see if I can finagle anything valuable off of him. After this nab the pendants and “promise” to pay them back as I skedaddle to catch up with the group.

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

[Knightwing64]

(If the guard attacks me because I sacrificed his family to satan or something, I’m using you all as meatshields lol. It’s fine, what are friends for?)

[Rethi-Eli]

"Gehhh left door danger! Forward!"

Through the door straight ahead!

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:

Roll Focus: 2+1 = 3

Shanks nudges the door open and surreptitiously scans the room it leads into. In terms of appearance, this one is much like that which preceded it: vaguely rectangular, fabricated of dull stone, and bare of any embellishing touch. Unlike the previous room, the center of this room reveals a tantalizing target - a corpse in the center of the room. While the dead body is wholly unremarkable, the dagger stuck in its back is perhaps a touch more useful. Nothing other than the body reveals itself within the room, but Shanks is no fool - generally, people do not get backstabbed without a little external help.

Aside from going back to the previous room, this room also has a hallway that leads further ahead. This hallway, unlike the other entryways, is not blocked by a door on either side, and Shanks can see directly down it - it leads to yet another plain room... with a large chest at its end. Shanks knows a lot about treasure, including the fact that it is generally not laid bare for all to see, unless who ever put it there wants it to be seen.

". . ."
Mu accepts the little monster's words with a savage grin, but rather than heading on ahead, heads to the Left Door to commit Violence.

Mu, eager to enter the fray, rushes through the left door and assumes a fighting stance. Sure enough, he is not alone in the room - two pale, hunched figures are crouched over a mutilated body. As Mu enters, they whirl about to face him, torn strips of manflesh still dangling from their barbed, bloody maws. Everything about their appearance is not quite human: an extra pair of ribs there, an extra finger there, arms that are just a bit too long and heads just a bit too small. Their movement befits their appearance, the uneven and uncomfortable jerking movement giving the appearance of a gangly marionette when combined with their stretched physique. One of them emits a terrible screech, and Mu hears a number of response cries echo out from further on in the Tower. They could be coming from anywhere - this room has, in addition to the door from which Mu entered, three other connections to other rooms in the tower.

Roll Focus: 4

Mu notices that the mutilated corpse is gripping a rudimentary wooden club. Such a crude implement is hardly better than a bare fist, but hardly better is still an improvement. The only issue is that it is now behind the two chittering ghouls, meaning any attempt to seize it would be risky...

Amon frowns, a uncomfortable expression on his face. “I don’t quite remember what I was like outside of the tower, I can’t recall anything past a few hours ago, but I don’t think I was very well liked… ”

See what else the guard has to say and see if I can finagle anything valuable off of him. After this nab the pendants and “promise” to pay them back as I skedaddle to catch up with the group.

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

Roll Conviction: 4

"Right. Well, I suppose it's not that important. Who you were outside the Tower isn't worth a rat's ass, anyhow. Doesn't matter if you're a king or a farmhand, so long as you've got guts. Let me just make a note of your debt - 800 crowns - and you can be on your way. Don't bother coming back to pay up - we'll come to you when it's time to collect. Just remember, friend: if you value your life, don't cross the Boss."

Roll Focus: 5, 6+3-2 = 7
Result: Absolute success

Arek has little difficulty identifying the rudimentary magics present in both pendants. Though he does not quite understand why, he finds himself somewhat disappointed in the benign nature of both.
Curative Charm (Active - The wearer may, at any time, gain 1 Arcana in order to remove 0.25 Wounds from themselves or any living target within arm's reach. Cannot be used at maximum Arcana.)
Nullification Charm (Active - The wearer may, at any time, gain 1 Arcana in order to end the effects of poison, venom, or any other intoxicating substance upon themselves or any living target within arm's reach. Cannot be used at maximum arcana.)

"Yes. I'd rather not stay in this place much longer."
Proceed to the next floor. Since there's not many fighters, stay frontline to protect the squishies-who-aren't-me.

"By the way, Mel. Um, what's the deal with your ears?"

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

"Alright. Then lets regroup and get climbing. I'm Mel."
lets catch up to the headstrong pair that already pushed ahead.

Staff or Poleaxe. No mace...

"Xing Xing will take this Staff for 40 Crowns. Xing Xing will work to pay it off shortly." Having taken the loan, Xing Xing heads to the first floor. May god protect Xing Xing.

"Actions speak louder than words," Siegrid told Ekaterina, the older man sees fit to stop at the merchandiser, taking what little debt a set of padded armor and a cudgel would accrue.

He took a moment to don his equipment before making his way up the stairs with the others "Better to be safe than sorry." he mumbled to himself as he ascended.

Spoiler: Siegrid (click to show/hide)

Name: Siegrid, the Mercenary
Background: Nothing of interest can be said for Siegrid's origins, his tale is anything but glorious and better left kept to himself with the rest of the horrors that war inflicts on the mind. To him the sword is a means to an end, and he has known nothing else in all his life. He works not to have a vast wealth nor the glory of combat, it is about getting the job done. Finished his contract working for a trade company operating within the Empire, Siegrid set his eyes on the tower as a means of employment.  He'd offer his blade to those also braving the Tower.
Description: Siegrid is a tired looking man, with short black hair and a close shaved beard touched by the greying of age. Possessing a stocky build and broad shoulders,  even in his middle age he looks fit as he did in the service. His eyes are keen even if they look darkened by sleeplessness.

Wounds + 0 // Arcana - 1

Statistics
2 - Skill-At-Arms
1 - Brawn
1 - Focus
1 - Conviction

Inventory/Equipment
(L) Hand
-
(R) Hand
-
Armor
- Simple Clothing
Trinkets
-

Perks

• (4) Soldier You are endowed with a measure of battlefield experience. Your first roll in each combat is made with advantage if you fight with at least 1 ally in sight. Additionally, you may wear heavy armor.
• (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.

Spells

Xing Xing acquires a staff and Siegrid a cudgel before they, too, proceed to the second floor along with Isolde, Arek and Meleria. Ekaterina is also in tow, though she places herself firmly in the backline. Not a moment passes after entering the first room before the group is accosted by an unbearable, wailing shriek, emanating from a room to the left. Looking through the door doesn't offer much help in discerning the source, as the group's view is almost entirely obscured by the broad, tattooed back of Mu. The room directly ahead does not bode much better - looking through the open door, a corpse is visible, dead in a pool of blood at the room's center. The strange, arcane light that avails your sight does not reveal anything beyond this, fading quickly to murky darkness.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name - Vaolu
Background - He came from an orphanage, was kicked out wen he became an adult, and just drifted here. 
Description - Purplish red skin, pointed, elfin ears that have a v-like split three inches down.  Whitish hair tied behind his head.  concealing, dark clothing.  Quiet.  May possibly be a bit insane. 

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


Wounds - 0
Arcana - 0

Your Wounds value will always start at 0. Your Arcana value starts at 0 if you are capable of spellcasting, and if not, it is -1.

Inventory and Equipment

Right Hand -
Left Hand -
Armor -
Trinket -

Perks

Attuned
Acrobat
1 spare point

Spells
(This is where your character’s learned spells are recorded. Spells are like items, in the sense that they cannot be brought in from the outside world. All spells must be learned)

(In?)

Vaolu, though disconcerted from his entry into the tower, manages to make quick work of getting his bearings, mostly through eavesdropping on a larger group that just ascended. There are a couple of shops scattered throughout the first floor, and not much else of note - apparently, the languid folk who are dispersed throughout the hall are of the Tower's lowest caste.

[Fluffe9911]

Forget the probably trapped treasure chest for a second its a free dagger!... Shanks wonders who leaves a perfectly good dagger in someone's back anyway?

[TricMagic]

Ghosts."God's Verdict, Xing Xing."

Rush into combat with the ghostsghouls with a spinning sweep.

Spoiler: Excution, no substitute. Xing Xing~ (click to show/hide)

Name -  Xing Xing
Background - An orphan to the Tower, taken in by the temple, and trained to deliver justice upon evil. The Friar has trained her in hopes of great gifts without the need to go in themselves.
Description - Black hair with a single braid down her black, her monkly robes are bereft of ormenintation. Her grey eyes are blinded by her faith, and her will is sharpened to the breaking point.

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

Inventory and Equipment
Right Hand - Staff
Left Hand - [Two-Handed]
Armor -
Trinket -

Perks: 1 Point Remaining
Devout - With every crushing blow, a whispered prayer. Attacks with any weapon are rolled with Conviction rather than Skill-at-arms.
Hardy  - You are particularly resilient. Advantage to rolls against poisons and diseases.

Spells:

Debts
Staff (two-handed, 0.5 wound): 0/40 Crowns

[crazyabe]

Apply Feet to Ghoul Heads.

Spoiler: Mu (click to show/hide)

Name - Mu
Background - A wildman of the West, his history is his to keep, but his motivation is better known; he seeks greater challenges than the men and beasts he once faught.
Description - a towering Giant of a man, with a wild mane of dark hair, and a body with naught an inch of skin uncovered by twisting tribal tattoos.

Statistics
Skill-at-arms - 2
Brawn - 4(3+1)
Focus - 0
Conviction - 0

You have 5 points to distribute among these stats, each point being a +1 to the result of rolls in that stat. You must have at least 1 brawn, and no more than 3 initial points in any one stat.

Wounds - 0
Arcana - -1

Your Wounds value will always start at 0. Your Arcana value starts at 0 if you are capable of spellcasting, and if not, it is -1.

Inventory and Equipment
(This is where your stuff goes. The primary goal of most tower-delvers is to fill this up with valuables and get out of the Tower alive. Many items can be equipped, for various benefits or utilities. While you may only equip one item to your Right Hand, Left Hand, and Armor slots, you may wear up to 8 trinkets, adding slots as needed. You do not start with any items other than simple clothes - nothing carried into the Tower is kept.)

Right Hand -
Left Hand -
Armor - Simple Clothes
Trinket -

(Any items not equipped can still be carried. Slotted items can only be used if equipped, while items that do not belong to a slot can be used at any time, at a limit of one item use per turn if in combat.)

Perks
(This is where your character's various talents, experiences and skills are recorded. The possible starting perks are shown below, along with their point value and required stats. You may select up to 8 points' worth of perks.)

Acrobat (1, requires at least 2 Focus or Skill-at-arms) - 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.
Knight (6, requires at least 2 Skill-at-arms or Brawn) - Whether you are an errant knight or a non-inheriting child of a petty noble, you have received formal schooling in the knightly arts. You are literate, capable of administering medicine, and you may wear heavy armor. Additionally, Brawn +1.
Quick Hands (1, requires at least 2 Skill-at-arms) - You may switch your equipped Right and Left Hand items, even while in combat.

Spells

[Egan_BW]

((Can amulets be used by the non-attuned? I notice they use Arcane but aren't "spells". So would using one as a non-attuned just raise your arcane from -1 to 0?))

[Egan_BW]

"I don't have-"
She's cut off by the blood-curdling screech. The catkin flinches for a moment but quickly corrects, her ears shooting forward again.
"Lead the way, Siegrid. I'm right beside you."

Let Siegrid decide where we're going, but stay in the front.

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