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[Atilliano]

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[SeriousConcentrate]

Name: Dylan Bartlett
Work before adventuring: Student
Lifestory: Dylan's studied magic all of his life. Being in a library poring over old tomes makes for a boring history, though, so he's decided to put his knowledge to the test and seek out legendary artifacts, starting with the sword of Unguan. It'll be a good way to show his skills to the senior wizards and make a name for himself.
Description: Bartlett's an average sized guy with short black hair, the beginnings of a beard, a fu-manchu-style mustache, and brown eyes. His clothing isn't very flashy and usually consists of a gray shirt, gray pants, travelling boots, a blue pointy hat, and a blue robe since people seem to associate robes and pointy hats with magic, and he's not one to disappoint. He has an oak staff to complete the look.
Personality: On the positive side, he's cheerful, intelligent, strongwilled. Perhaps a bit introverted and quiet but there's nothing wrong with that, or with a healthy dose of curiousity. On the other hand, he tends to be bullheaded, not giving up even when he's in too deep, and he's a perfectionist. His whole life is basically about him proving he's better than anyone else, so he lives in a constant state of one-upsmanship.
Skills: Dylan can use magic, manipulating the ether via arcane words. Although he only has a handful of spells at the moment, he can pick them up quickly from scrolls and books.

Dylan is the magician of Party 1.

List of Equipment

• Travelling Clothes
• Plain Oak Staff

List of Spells

• Will-O-Wisp  - Creates a small, floating light, as bright as he wishes
• Flashbang - A blinding light and deafening noise stun 1 enemy; it's an illusion, so only the target sees and hears it
• Magic Hand - Basically telekinesis, can only lift objects weighing less than 5 pounds
• Magic Sound - Creates sounds for distraction purposes, can place them anywhere within twenty feet of himself
• Sleeping Spores - Creates a barely-visible blue cloud of spores that, when inhaled, induce sleeping. However, the spores have a minimal effect, and therefore will only work on small creatures; goblin-sized ones or so will feel only a little sluggish, and bigger than that will barely notice an effect at all.
• Magic Arrows - Shoots mana projectiles, basically his main attack
• Identification - Identifies magical properties of an item
• Dust Devil - Creates a blinding gust of wind and dust in the immediate area, used for escape purposes, can knock light enemies over
• Flying Disc - Creates a serrated copper disc and launches it at a target; it disappears after ten seconds of existence
• Sap Strength - An illusion that makes a specific target feel progressively weaker as long as he concentrates on them

[Neyvn]

I see the Sun for such a short time, then its back to the Battles below...

Name// My name is Nanoth Nirvin, well I think that is what my last allies called me...

Work before adventuring// What year is it, too long have I been stuck in there, memory is quite flimsy on what I did before I entered, so many years back. Naturally I was an adventurer like yourselves, but I did do other things, but I would rather not discuss them, don't want to find out if its gone or not yet. I would rather find out if I ever get out again....

Lifestory// I told you fools before when you pulled me out of that hole, I had descended into this blasted dungeon you two are forcing me to enter again only to fall victim to a trap that led me all over a blasted Labyrinth, don't know what happened to the Elf and Dwarf that joined me, but with only bloody monsters to keep me company down, there I was alone. And now you have grabbed me from my near freedom and so 'kindly' inform me that I am going to lead you down into this bleak dungeon. Why must you force me back down into it, I just want to go home. Let me go damn it...
Alright alright, curse you damn Orkan fool, Mage keep your tame monster away from me would you...

Description// I have all that is on me, not like you didn't strip me of anything value now did you. Almost everything I found down in that Labyrinth I threw at the monsters to leave me alone or to leave behind their food, the fine armour I took with me is now somewhere all battered and broken too, deep in a pit where I had to leave it. These Rags are all I have now, along with this Blade. Which I 'thank' you for leaving me with it, considering you 'proposition', I think its elven make, seems to cut through the air neatly, but still, its chipped and rusted from the years of neglect, you don't have any Weltstones do you? No?... Gah...

Personality// Well I am bitter right now if that's what your asking you blasted Mage, get buggered, you tell me how I should feel after spending Gods know how many years fighting for my life and food just to get back to the surface, and then be pushed back into the damn place by an Orken Barbarian and a Stupid Mage...

Skills// DO I KNOW how to FIGHT?!? Look at me, I am covered in scars and bruises, just scraped through all that is bloody vile down in these dungeon and was able to reach the top ALIVE, and you are asking me if I know how to FIGHT!?!?! YOU TELL ME!!! I can swing a sword better then any of my time, I was able to track down any scrap of food when needed and many other blasted things that has kept me alive until now... Bloody Heck, if it wasn't for my state and the fact you have a Ork with you, you Foolish Mage, I would have brushed you aside like snow off my shoulder and went home........ Thats if it still stands......

Well when do we go in.... 'Master....'

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Nanoth Nirvin -
Warrior/Ranger/Forced Guide of the First Party...

Equipment -
 - Ragged Clothing - seems to be of a design not seen in a while.
 - Elven Longsword - Chipped and Rusted, though its edge is still quite sharp. Its in need of a proper clean and sharpen...

Skills -
 - Swordsmanship - Believed to have been a Swords Master.
 - Tracking - Food and Water, Movements of Foes.
 - Hiding - Not a skilled as a Thief, but its enough to stay alive.

[Caesar]

Name: Velvet

Party: 2

Race: Human
Work before adventuring: Velvet has years experience on petty crime, prostitution and murder.
Lifestory: Although she keeps it quiet, everybody that is up to date with the criminal network should know Velvet has experienced a youth that stole her innocence in every possible way. Left at an orphanage, she quickly found 'owned' by the criminal circuit, 'lend' to the less morally inclined noblemen for extortionate prices. She taught herself how to pick pockets, taking the possessions of those that violated her. On her sixteenth birthday she murdered one of her 'customers'. She ran off, and if caught, she is either be lawfully executed, or murdered in silence by those that she worked for. She is worth a great lot of gold to either party. In an attempt to pay off both sides, she seeks to get the famed sword for herself.
Description: Velvet most often wears loose clothing that does not hinder movement. Her clothing is often full of secret pockets and spaces to hide her possessions. To prevent being recognized she tends to wear a head veil and widely fitting robes.
Personality(Maybe what god or other thing he/she worships): Velvet is a light sleeper, wary of those around her. She tends to either evade contact with others, or give them naught but snappy remarks. Velvet despises all Gods, thinking that they are no more than betrayers to any mortal race. She is capable of faking another personality if she deems it necessary. Her body is slender and frail, but not necessarily weak. While attractive, her young face betrays that she's seen her portion of terrible things already.
Skills: Seduction, Pickpocketing, Sneaking, Fighting with knives, Fencing, Acrobatics, Sewing, Acting


Items

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

- Grey Robes
- One copper throwing knife
- One copper dagger
- Loose, worn cotton clothing
- A head veil
- Several cheap trinkets

[OmnipotentGrue]

Edit: Stoopid ninjas

[Nirur Torir]

Party: 1

Name: Karrn
Class: Barbarian!

Heath: Healthy

Spoiler: Boring non-bashy stuff (click to show/hide)

Lifestory: Karrn orc. Karrn born to orcs. Karrn move big city, want work. Karrn Drink too much. Karrn kicked out. Karrn wander, Karrn find merchant attacked by bandits. Karrn help kill bandits. Merchant thank. Merchant hire Karrn. Merchant give good food. Merchant killed in sleep. Karrn find new work in tavern.
Description about him/her(including stuff he/she has): Karrn violent, dangerous orc. Karrn use axe and mace together. Karrn large, muscular. Like bash stuff.
Personality: Karrn. Like. Bash. Stuff. Not like think stuff.

Items:
   Oak Club (Right-hand)
   Rusty Copper Sword (Left-hand)
   Leather Loincloth
Skills:
   Dual-weapon bash!
   Single-weapon bash!
   Barbarian Rage of bashing!
   Poor Tracking (For bashing!)
   Illiterate (Bashing better.)
   Negative Diplomacy (.... .... with bashing?)

[eclipsetail]

Party 2

Name: Cain Shallow.

Work before adventuring: Scholar

Lifestory: He grew up as an orphan. He'd sit in a local church, singing songs about how no one cared about him. After a few years of this, the monks finally took interest in him. They taught him the way of healing magic. Then, when he was sixteen, he was given his first sword and shield. They told him he could use both sword and magic, at the cost of both of them being weak.

Description about him/her: Cain is a little below average height, with a small and skinny build. He has long brown hair, which combined with how small he is, makes him look like a girl at times. He wears the lightest of clothing, consisting of a t-shirt and shorts. He also carries a small metal sword and shield.

Personality: Cain worships almost every god, as long as they've done something good. He despises the gods who created things such as anger and rage. He's usually pretty smart, but if he's put under alot of pressure, he'll freak out.
Skills: Small healing magic. Weak swordsmanship. Might as well be known as a squishy paladin.

Spoiler: spells (click to show/hide)

• Heal - slightly heals yourself or an ally.
• Dispel - Cures an ally or yourself of a weak condition. (ex. sleep, confusion.)
• Barrier - Creates a barrier around an ally or yourself that blocks out unreal forces. (ex. illusions, invisible things, sapping.)

Spoiler: items (click to show/hide)

Rusty sword - A small sword that looks like it hasn't been used in a while.
Oak shield - A small shield that doesn't look like it would provide must defense.
Leather clothing - Nothing special.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Name: David Muller.

He's in party 2, 'Last Resort'

Work before adventuring: He refuses to tell anyone.

Lifestory: Good-luck getting it out of him. He just kinda joined the party, replacing the previous thief. (Who had died the night before.)

Description about him/her(including stuff he/she has): He's wearing a normal set of clothes, has a rather crappy dagger. His lockpicks are made out of needles, with all the quality that it implies.

Personality: He's very secretive, but with a sharp mind and quick fingers. He's highly dedicated, but doesn't take commands very well. He works better relying on his wits and sharp mind than others. He is of slightly small build, with black hair and brown eyes. He looks pretty normal. It would be hard to point him out in a crowd, if you didn't know him very well.

Worships: Unknown. It would be surprising if he told anyone.

Skills: Great at lockpicking, sneaking, disarming and making traps. Good at fighting with daggers and short swords.

Items: Dagger; Crappy
          Tunic; Woolen, Scratchy
          Pants; Woolen, Scratchy
          Shoes; Leather, Smelly
          Coins; Worthless, Hyperinflated

[abculatter_2]

Character: Gubble the Shadow Trickster

Name:Gubble

Legend: Legend says that long ago, a young trickster named Gubble had, getting bored of playing tricks upon the local populace, had attempted to set up a practical joke on Rogharr himself. Although the boy succeeded in splattering the Shadow's face with a rancid sour milk pie, Rogharr immediately cursed the boy to forever haunt the shadows of his dungeon, creating and maintaining the elaborate traps throughout the dungeon.

Description:Gubble, being a being of complete shadow, cannot enter the lighted places of the world without significant penalty upon himself. Some even say that he, like other shadows, will simply cease to exist if he is ever completely illuminated by a strong enough light source. This, combined with his near-ethereal nature and high mobility means that no one has never seen Gubble as anything more then a flickering, retreating shadow, passed off as the product of a fatigued eye or insect flying around the torch.

Personality: Silent as death, never seen yet known, the only clue of Gubble's presence, if he chooses to be known, is the hollow, retreating laugh of a far away child and the numerous, often deadly traps, tricks, and pranks he leaves behind.

Skills: Has an extensive repertoire of shadow-spells geared toward trap-making, illusions, and nearly every other form of mischief.

Items: Dagger; Shadow

Spells:
For DM's eyes only. And mine.