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[Knightwing64]

Spoiler: Arek (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 -
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.)


Pullification Charm (Active - The wearer may, at any time, gain 1 Arcana in order to exert an extreme amount of pulling force on any target within 30 feet. The force is strong enough to cause harm (0.75 Wound) when directly applied, and is not mitigated by armor. This effect may be spread among any number of targets, but its force is divided equally among these.)


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

Arek, driven by a manic force, relentlessly searches for any trace of his past in the area. FIND IT

[BlackPaladin99]

"Field Testing and identification.  If I die, my compatriots will return the equipment, but if I survive, and only like one, then I will return the one I don't like, and will likely know and tell you what it does.  if I like both, I will pay you back"  irregardless of the results, I follow the party. 

[Horizon]

Sorry, thought I posted a action. Will post later

Sounds good. I will be posting the next turn at some point later today.

Busy weekend boss?

[Rethi-Eli]

"Field Testing and identification.  If I die, my compatriots will return the equipment, but if I survive, and only like one, then I will return the one I don't like, and will likely know and tell you what it does.  if I like both, I will pay you back"  irregardless of the results, I follow the party. 

Roll Conviction: 5

The guard hesitates for a moment before nodding.

"Sounds fair enough to me. It's all yours. I'm even willing to cover a little bit of your debt if you can figure out what all that junk does - Master Lodovico will be pleased if we can sell it again for an even higher price. I've marked down your debts - you are free to go. Stay safe up there."

With that out of the way, Vaolu heads up the stairs to the first floor. To the West is a large group of people - likely the others who entered with him - while directly ahead, to the North, are a series of connected rooms that stretch out beyond what Vaolu can make out in the faint light of the Tower.

Spoiler: Arek (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 -
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.)


Pullification Charm (Active - The wearer may, at any time, gain 1 Arcana in order to exert an extreme amount of pulling force on any target within 30 feet. The force is strong enough to cause harm (0.75 Wound) when directly applied, and is not mitigated by armor. This effect may be spread among any number of targets, but its force is divided equally among these.)


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

Arek, driven by a manic force, relentlessly searches for any trace of his past in the area. FIND IT

Roll Hidden

It's been here all along... and it has been beckoning. Only a fool flees from the world. The strong, the deserving, those chosen for greatness... they stride confidently ahead, taking what is theirs to take, always coveting more, for what is life if not the playground of desire? There's no point in searching for your past in here. A wall stands without this place, erected by a god. It is meant for keeping memories within, but any memories lost without are barred all the same. Your patron is ever curious to see if you are more than just a vessel... go forth boldly, and take what is yours to take! If you follow this path, we are certain to meet again, Arek.

Whatever it is, it sends a chill down Arek's spine. Familiar, but a memory hanging just out of reach... or perhaps held there by another. No matter - the sensation passes, and Arek is left only with a dull pain in his head and the taste of blood in his throat.

Xing Xing nods. The room is cleared. She then proceeds to take anything useful off the corpse at her feet with a small smile

Spoiler: Execution, 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

Wounds
0.25/3

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

"Don't mention it, 'm just glad you're okay. Was that fire?"

Look for anything I could use as a weapon in this room. Then West.

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

The only remaining object of note that is yet to be examined is the pouch on the mangled corpse's belt. Taking it and undoing the drawstring, Xing Xing hears the clatter of metal on metal before seeing the wealth inside - a pouch of coins, each bearing the scowling visage of the Warrior God, Makhios on the face, and his characteristic winged helmet on the inverse. Pouring the contents out onto her palm, Xing Xing counts 6 coins. Each coin being roughly the size of a 50 crown piece, and clearly wrought of gold, she can reasonably estimate the value of the coins to be around 300 crowns total.

+300 Crowns!

Meanwhile, Isolde scours the room for a weapon of any sort - anything is preferable to facing creatures such as these ghouls bare-handed - but nothing presents itself readily. The only objects of note within the room are the bodies of the fallen, and while using the poison-tipped arm of a ghoul did cross Isolde's mind at first, such an idea was quickly rendered useless, for already, the bodies of the ghouls are decomposing, bones crumbling to powder and flesh seemingly melting away into the floor. As Isolde watches the bodies wither and desiccate, it returns with the next blink.

Chains criss-cross her vision, running up, down, left, right, and at every diagonal, depth, and orientation. They are numerous, perhaps hundreds, thousands, or even millions, an uncountable number all the same...

As the vision fades, Isolde is somewhat pleasantly surprised: instead of coming to her senses to find herself dizzy and collapsed on the floor, she is still standing as she was, as are the others. No more than a mere second could have passed. Isolde waits for the rest of the group, ready to proceed West.

"I... I did it! I di-woah!"
I scramble away (abandoning the rings) after being saved by Isolde, still carefully cupping my newfound flame in my hand.
"T-thank you!"
I take a moment to inspect my new flame, get a feel for how I control it and how it is connected to me.
EDIT: After I finish, I'll be following the group as we head west.

Spoiler: Meleria (click to show/hide)

Name: Meleria
Background: This teenage Foxkin really has no buisness being in the Tower, though she doesn't see things that way. She sees it as being about what she needs. Either she succeeds here, or she has no future, so she might as well try.

Meleria's a Foxkin, a type of beastkin, and a minority that is commonly viewed as subhuman. Her family worked as peddlers, performing odd jobs from place to place, and living a mostly self-sufficient life. Never staying in one place overlong, so no one place was ever motivated to actively drive them off. Of course, that means when their wagon was attacked on the road, there was nobody to look for them. Nobody to provide the urgent medical aid they needed. Nobody to make sure that when Meleria crept back to the wagon from her hiding spot she'd run too during the attack, she wasn't alone.

lacking the skills to repair her family's wagon, she had to leave both it and her family's remains behind, limiting herself to what she could carry on her back. She found herself in the city of the Tower, and also found herself with a choice. She didn't have the right skills to make a proper living in the city, and to her mind attempting to find someone to take her in would just result in her becoming enslaved. But the Tower represented an option she wouldn't have anywhere else. A risky option for sure, but... What's she got to lose?

Description: This small female Foxkin has tan skin, brown shoulder-length hair, green eyes, and orange-brown furred ears and tail. She has slight build and a nervous but focused demeanor, her eyes and ears flicking about in reaction to slight noises. She has a habit of holding her own tail when anxious, and when resting tends to curl up with it in her arms.

Statistics
Skill-at-arms: 0
Brawn: 1
Focus: 2
Conviction: 2

Wounds: 0
Arcana: 0

Inventory and Equipment
Right Hand:
Left Hand:
Armor: Simple Clothes
Trinkets:

Perks
Acrobat (1): 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.
Attuned (6): 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.
1 Unspent perk point

Spells
Immolate (0.5 Arcana, 0.5 Wound, ranged, can ignite enemies for continuous damage)

Roll Focus: 6+2 = 8
Result: Overwhelming Success

Meleria is completely taken aback. Never before has she felt this feeling, yet it feels so natural... finally channeling her energy into this tiny, roiling flame provides an indescribable, undeniable sense of relief. The warmth of the flame brings neither pain nor damage to her hand, while the mass of flame itself feels and moves naturally, as if it is an extension of her body, some tiny appendage growing from her palm. Meleria's relief quickly turns to concern, however, as the flame continues to burn even after she tries to will it away. Energy continues to siphon from her body to fuel the ever-growing flame like water pouring from an opened floodgate! Meleria only manages to snuff the flame after expending a great deal of energy, and the rapid release of that energy leaves her arm wracked with pain... but she is left even more keenly aware of the magic residing in her.

Perk gained!
Flame Attunement - Your spells that have a change to ignite enemies will always do so.
Meleria receives 3 Arcana!
Meleria receives 0.25 Wounds!

Head WEST

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

Right Hand - Cudgel (one-handed, 0.25 wound)
Left Hand -
Armor - Simple Clothes
Trinket -
Trinket -
Trinket -
Trinket -
Trinket -
Trinket -
Trinket -
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

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

She glances at the suddenly closed northern and southern doors.
"If there are, they're ahead of us."

"In that case be ready for that. Come along then."

Move forward, but before opening the door we did not enter from, put an ear to it and listen for anything.

"Quiet yourselves a second." the old merc hissed, holding up a finger

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
- Cudgel
(R) Hand
-
Armor
- Simple Clothing
- Padded Leather
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.
• (☆) Skullcrusher If an attack with a one-handed mace, cudgel, club, or hammer would leave an enemy 0.5 Wounds or fewer from death, they are instead killed by that attack.

Spells

Before departing the room, Siegrid puts an ear to the door ahead. It's ever so faint, but he hears a faint rustling noise, like cloth sliding on cloth. Slowly opening the door alongside Mu, Siegrid reveals the next chamber. Two more unfortunates lie slain on the ground, rent to pieces and picked apart in brutal, grotesque fashion. The center of the room is dominated by a tall statue, not depicting Makhios, interestingly enough, but rather an unremarkable hooded figure clutching a scroll in one hand and a scimitar in the other. It seems like something was once inscribed on the plaque at the statue's base, but whatever it was is worn to the point of illegibility. An open chest sits directly at the statue's base, revealing a small heap of glimmering valuables within.

Roll Focus: Hidden

Siegrid is quick to notice the uneven mass clinging to the ceiling, already wary after hearing the noise coming from the room. Mu, though not privy to the noise, also manages to discern the twitching shapes. Opening the door further allows just a touch more light in, revealing the features of the mass - leathery wings folded over vaguely humanoid forms, bristling with mangy black fur... and heaving, slowly, with the measured breathing of slumber. Giant bats, about 8 of them, hang from the ceiling, stained with - and gorged on - the blood of their victims.

Shanks shall grab the other dagger and pocket the strange paper! Then assuming nothing bad happens Shanks shall head upstairs AND assuming nothing bad continues to happen for Shanks, Shanks will rest a bit and study the paper while Shanks waits for others to catch up to 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 - Dagger (one-handed, 0.5 wound, deathblow)
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:

Rest doesn't do the excited and still energetic Shanks much good, nor does studying the scroll. The intricate runes running across its surface remain indecipherable, and though Shanks understands that magic can sometimes manifest through the physical properties of magical items, nothing particularly special seems to be happening even as he gives the surface a delicate sniff. Waiting for the group also seems to be of little use - the noise of their passage fades away as they head further away. Just as Shanks is about to give up on them, another familiar face ascends the stairs - one of the other new tower-delvers, carrying a pair of staves.

Sorry, thought I posted a action. Will post later

Sounds good. I will be posting the next turn at some point later today.

Busy weekend boss?

Stupidly busy. Exam week rears its ugly head...

[Lenglon]

That was scary. I should rest and see if that makes me feel better.
move up to Siegrid and Mu at the entrance to the next room so I don't get left behind, then rest for the turn and see if my arcana recovers.

Spoiler: Meleria (click to show/hide)

Name: Meleria
Background: This teenage Foxkin really has no buisness being in the Tower, though she doesn't see things that way. She sees it as being about what she needs. Either she succeeds here, or she has no future, so she might as well try.

Meleria's a Foxkin, a type of beastkin, and a minority that is commonly viewed as subhuman. Her family worked as peddlers, performing odd jobs from place to place, and living a mostly self-sufficient life. Never staying in one place overlong, so no one place was ever motivated to actively drive them off. Of course, that means when their wagon was attacked on the road, there was nobody to look for them. Nobody to provide the urgent medical aid they needed. Nobody to make sure that when Meleria crept back to the wagon from her hiding spot she'd run too during the attack, she wasn't alone.

lacking the skills to repair her family's wagon, she had to leave both it and her family's remains behind, limiting herself to what she could carry on her back. She found herself in the city of the Tower, and also found herself with a choice. She didn't have the right skills to make a proper living in the city, and to her mind attempting to find someone to take her in would just result in her becoming enslaved. But the Tower represented an option she wouldn't have anywhere else. A risky option for sure, but... What's she got to lose?

Description: This small female Foxkin has tan skin, brown shoulder-length hair, green eyes, and orange-brown furred ears and tail. She has slight build and a nervous but focused demeanor, her eyes and ears flicking about in reaction to slight noises. She has a habit of holding her own tail when anxious, and when resting tends to curl up with it in her arms.

Statistics
Skill-at-arms: 0
Brawn: 1
Focus: 2
Conviction: 2

Wounds: 0.25
Arcana: 3

Inventory and Equipment
Right Hand:
Left Hand:
Armor: Simple Clothes
Trinkets:

Perks
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.
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.
Flame attunement: Your spells that have a chance to ignite enemies will always do so.

Spells
Immolate (0.5 Arcana, 0.5 Wound, ranged, can ignite enemies for continuous damage)

[Egan_BW]

^{_{"I saw... chains. Zillions of 'em, going everywhere. Trapping something? What could need so many..?"}} Isolde whispers.

Take a peek into the room ahead.

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

[Egan_BW]

((Welp, if only one of our group had the Silent trait, that could guarantee sneaking past those sleeping bats, to get at the treasure without a fight. Though that would assume it's not trapped loot, and let's be honest here it's certainly trapped.
If Xing Xing is willing to share those coins, we could go back down and purchase some basic weapons at least. A staff for each of us, or I guess Xing Xing could hoard and buy a nice bardiche.))

[Fluffe9911]

"Finally! Shanks is done waiting! Onwards with Shanks!"

Onwards regardless if they follow Shanks or not! Shanks shall get the best loot!

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 - Dagger
Left Hand - Dagger
Armor - Simple Clothes
Trinket - Weird paper thing.

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:

[TricMagic]

Quickly head back to the start to pay off the debt and cash in some new gear. Armor would be helpful.

[Horizon]

^{_{"I saw... chains. Zillions of 'em, going everywhere. Trapping something? What could need so many..?"}} Isolde whispers.

Take a peek into the room ahead.

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

A fucking cudgel wouldn't do no good if he or anyone else got swarmed by god's damned bat's "Hold it, we ain't looking like our chances are great up ahead. There're eight big bloodthirsty buggers hanging from the ceilings ahead, and only a few of us..." Siegrid said in a hushed tone, disgruntled he spat after as if his words were distasteful in his mouth "Got any fuckin' ideas?"

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
- Cudgel
(R) Hand
-
Armor
- Simple Clothing
- Padded Leather
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.
• (☆) Skullcrusher If an attack with a one-handed mace, cudgel, club, or hammer would leave an enemy 0.5 Wounds or fewer from death, they are instead killed by that attack.

Spells

[Egan_BW]

^{_{"They restin'. Someone sneaks in and takes the treasure, then we leave."}}

[BlackPaladin99]

Do i see any groups i could join?  If so, I do. 

[Lenglon]

Do i see any groups i could join?  If so, I do. 

((You see the group according to your turn.))

[Knightwing64]

Will post action tomorrow, I’m in testing week for school and it’s breaking my soul

[Rethi-Eli]

Will post action tomorrow, I’m in testing week for school and it’s breaking my soul

Take your time. Best of luck!