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[Dwarmin]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Eh, throwing my hat into the ring once again.
I've learned from my mistakes...hopefully. Even if I burn out and fail again, it should be fun for a while!

From the moment I laid my eyes upon the Source, I knew it had to be protected...thus, did I endeavor to make somewhere it would remain safe...I called this place, the Fortress of Blood-for the very stones would contain my essence, my strength, and my rage...

-From the collected Journals of the Wizard Toz

^

Well, you're here. It's been a long trip to this place, the Fortress of Blood...and only a few of you are left now, to seek the great power that is rumored to lie ahead of you. They call it the Source. No one knows exactly what it is-your fondest wish? The steps to Godhood? The Heart of Evil in this world, awaiting a noble hand to still its beating and usher in an age of light? Mortal riches beyond Ken? Life beyond death? Or perhaps merely a lure, to draw in the unwary to their deaths. Some say the Source is nothing but an empty room, the ultimate and final joke the Mad Wizard Toz has played on the world.

Whatever it is, or is not-it's guarded quite well-legions of Greenskins, undead, wild beasts both mundane and enchanted, in a place that is known to defy the very rules of space and time on whim. You're going to have to be faster, smarter and stronger-not to mention luckier-than the unnumbered multitudes that have perished in these labyrinthine halls, if you intend to claim The Source for yourself.

Still, you are concerned with these allies of yours...you're not quite sure if you can trust them. They look at you oddly-with sinister looks and sly grins in the firelight. Is it just a trick of the light? The Source's way of defending itself by sowing discord? Or maybe your senses are trying to tell you something else.

No matter. Surely, no one will betray the Quest while so many foes lies between you and the Source. For now.

Surely...

But first, let's take a step back. Who are you? What are you? More importantly...why are you here?

-Char Sheet-

Name: ...
Age: The younger are usually faster and stronger...the older have learned to be wiser and tougher...
Gender: Male, Female or Other?
Bio: Who are you? Why are you here? Who wants you to succeed? Who wants you to fail?
Physical: What do you look like?
Race: I'm accepting pretty much any well known, or well described race within reason, and generating bonuses on the fly.
Class: Same as race. Whatever class you'd like-try to be specific as to your role-and I'll generate stuff for it, with your suggestions.

Stats
Mobility:
Reflexes:
Power:
Intelligence:

Stat Distribution
5 points to distribute, no more than 3 in any one stat.

Mobility: Determines your initial positioning in combat, and also your general fitness.
Reflexes: Determines your ability to hit, and dodge-both attacks and environmental nastiness and traps.
Power: Determines your offense damage, carrying limits and ability to do physical tasks.
Intelligence: Determines your offensive magic damage, magic resistance and general knowledge.

Also, Interestingly written characters get in over hasty ones. First come is not first serve.

And, no claiming of spots yet, please. At least until I've reserved two empty posts beneath this.

[Dwarmin]

Player List
1. Micelus
2. Ochita
3. Tiruin
4. Zako
5. Lawastooshort
6. IronyOwl

Waiting List
1. Dermonster
2. Adwarf
3. Maxinum
4. Kinsen
5. Wolfchild
6. Freeformschooler

-Reserved-

[Dwarmin]

Spoiler: Known Classes (click to show/hide)

Cleric
Conjurer
Ranger
Mage
Ninja
Combat Vizier
Bone Witch
Blackguard
Archmage

Spoiler: Known Races (click to show/hide)

Humans
Sylvan Elves
Dragonborn
Lizardfolk
Orcs
Halflings
Kenku
Devil

Spoiler: Combat in the Fortress of Blood (click to show/hide)

Both combatants roll D6 + Mobility score. Then, depending on the difference between the higher and lower score...

1-3,both sides get 1 attack on the other. Higher Mobility goes first.
4-6, winning side gets 1 attack on the enemy
7-10, winning side gets 2 attack on the enemy, at +1 to Reflexes/Strength
10+ or more, winning side gets 3 attacks at +2 to Reflexes/Strength

Then, roll the attackers D10+reflexes roll vs the targets D10+reflexes roll for each attack. If Defender matches or beats the attacker, he dodges, otherwise...

On a hit, Damage is D10+Power x 3, minus points in armor. Each hit takes away 10% of your defenses-and then begins to chip away at your actual HP, incurring the chance of a critical.

Critical Hits
Ince your defenses are bypassed, for every point you lose on yourself past your defense level, you get an additional ten percent chance of a critical hit.

When you get critically hit, I roll a D10 and...

Spoiler (click to show/hide)
1-Instant death
2-Mobility Stat-loss
3-Weapon Sunder
4-Item Sunder
5-Bleed
6-Armor Damaged/Broken
7-Power Stat-loss
8-Reflexes Stat-loss
9-Fatigued
10-Miracle, critical and damage negated

and finally roll for severity/duration if applicable.

Magic combat is the same, except intellgence takes the place of reflexes and power, and it requires MP expenditure.

Bestiary

Spoiler: Blood Spiders (click to show/hide)

"They have too many eyes, Master...", said my foolish apprentice. I could see him trembling as he looked upon my new pets, freshly hatched.

"Too many?" I laughed! "We are not seeking perfection of form. We are seeking to inspire Terror. Are you afraid, Apprentice?"

Before he could answer, I pushed him into the pit and watched my glorious creations enjoy their first meal.
 
-From the collected Journals of the Wizard Toz

>Of Toz's many creations, Blood Spiders were perhaps his most wicked-he and his Crimson Initiates corrupted the Archanida that dwelled in his underground Fortress, turning them into these mutated beasts. They serve as his guard dogs, infesting and multiplying in any area of the fortress not routinely patrolled-they sleep in swarms to keep warm during the night, and hunting actively during the day.

Other than pure numbers, they pose little direct threat to a hardened adventurer-but they can spread the Blood Corruption in their bite...which can lead to a fate worse than death.

Like most of his tormented creatures, they are almost mindless, and always awaiting the scent of fresh blood.

Spoiler: Trolls (click to show/hide)

"The creature had favored me with a stupid look. Trolls! And he had to gall to warn ME of his people? I am Lord Wintur! I fear nothing!

Of all the things to bar our way. I swept him aside with the flat of my blade and moved onward...my Quest will not be stopped by such foolish creatures! I will gain the Source!"

-From the Journal of Lord Wintur, on the 2nd expedition to the source. Found half digested in a Trolls belly
Found during the 3rd Expedition to the Source (circe 79 years ago)

>Trolls are large, carnivorous and bulky Humanoids with tough skin and soft minds. A young one is about ten feet tall and 500 pounds, and an adult can be twice that-but they usually move hunched over like certain ape species.

They are common enough sight in most biomes-they are extremely hardy and adaptable, being able to survive and in most cases actually change their body structure to better suit the region they reside in. This odd ability leads to speculation that Trolls are the product of arcane sources, that they were made as living weapons.

If that is so, they probably failed. Trolls are not exactly stupid-they can show vicious cunning at times-but they lack the mental reach to grasp advanced concepts, and are easily fooled. Well, most of the time. They make difficult allies in battle, either turning on their own troops when one of them makes a bad joke (Trolls have very sensitive feelings) or just wandering off the battlefield randomly when they get bored.

Trolls are not actually an overly violent species-they prefer to intimidate rather than fight most of time, wishing solitude above all things.

-Variants-

Rock: A Rock troll lives in mountains and hills-it's skin takes on the granite texture, providing it considerable resistance against physical attacks, and often leads to it being mistaken for a boulder by Foolish Elves.

[Dermonster]

Age: ???
Gender: Other.
Bio: You may call me Derm. To discover the source and see if it poses a threat, or if I can use it for my own ends, a minor distraction to the whole. I will see to it that my goal is succeeded. Everyone who knows who I truly am would try to stop me, whom can be counted on a hand.
Physical: Hidden by a dark cloak, not even the most violent of winds or strongest of blows will reveal what lies beneath. Because there is no cloak, only your mind and what reality is trying to hide.
Race: Minor-Petty avatar of an Eldritch Abomination.
Class: Warlock, a major caster of offense, with minor summoning and psychic abilities.

Stats
Mobility:
Reflexes:
Power:2
Intelligence: 3

Hmm...

[micelus]

Oops. Ignore.

[Dwarmin]

Any suggestions on powers, Derm? Are you a summoner, magic blaster, stealthy attacker etc.

You don't have to specify, though, you'll just get a assortment of those powers, instead of specializing in just one.

[Dermonster]

I'd say... sorta like a major magic blaster, with minor summoning(Horrors from the deep) and psychic powers (mind flay, cause insanity, corruption). You know, eldritch abomination stuff.

I couldn't think of a proper 'class' that... wait... it would be 'warlock' then, I think.

[adwarf]

Name: Renard Valos
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Bio: Renard has been hunted since his birth for the decisions a being made to live within him. He has fled, he has killed, and he has suffered through this endevour, so that he instead could become the hunter. He seeks the Source to use its power, and take control of the powers of the demon within. And then with that power he would restore his home, and take vengeance on those who tried to kill him, so many years ago. They call themselves the Sons of Light, and they are a group of human extremeists who believe all Cursed should be cleansed from the world simply for being what they are.

Of course he could have never become what he has without help, and that help came from an old man, Freman Dresga. Freman was a ture assassin, he was raised for the job, yet he still felt what everyone else did, and when he found Renard starving out in the streets he took him in. Ever since them he has taught Renard the ways of the assassin, so that he may achieve his goals.

Physical: 5 Ft 6 In, 135 Lbs, Brown Hair, Hazel Eyes, Scar Across left Eye, always wears a dark green cloak.
Race: Cursed - A human who has a demon sealed within
Class: Assassin

Stats
Mobility: 2
Reflexes: 2
Power: 1
Intelligence: 0

[Maxinum McDreich]

Is this based on a certain setting, or just high fantasy?

[Dwarmin]

It's a High Fantasy Mashup pretty much. No specific setting at all.

[micelus]

Name: Saren "Make-Your-Wall" of Tyria
Age: 33
Gender: Is female but is mentally and physcially no different from a male...except during mating season
Bio: I am Saren of Tyria, Companyman. I've been taught to conjure structures such as walls and bridges but I have been learning how to conjure creatures into this life. For my whole adult life I've been a conjurer of the Company. We trained our abilities not to learn the secrets of the art or for power, but for profit. I was different however...I believe that we could change society itself, create objects out of nothing and servants of air and water to do our labours. The Company says that would take away all our business...I think it's worth it. The Source will give me the ability to do what I wish. Those who would like to see me succeed include the poor and sick of Tyria, if they've heard of me. Probably my friends. As for those who wish to see me fail...my Company, my government, and probably my religion, not really sure about that...
Physical: Saren is 1.6 metres in height. Due to her being lizardfolk, she has a .7 m tail, claws, scales, and other reptillian features. Her head is decorated with certain paints and feathers; right now she has a "slash" of violet paint going from her eye to her neck. She has feathers on the rear of her head, not her own but those of certain birds. Her teeth are somewhat sharp. She is a dark brown-green in colour. She has a tattoo that covers her whole tail; it signifies her tribe.
Race: Lizardfolk
Class: Company Conjurer- The Company of Conjuration, based in Tyria, are known for their superb conjuration skills and the way they use these skills. Rather than use these for academic purposes, they develop and use their abilities to make a profit. They conjure, servants, items, buildings, pictures, even people. Although some skills are easier learned than others...Most employees specialize in conjuring up a specfic type of object/organism rather than learning to do everything; it's not cost-effective.

Stats
Mobility: 1
Reflexes: 1
Power:
Intelligence: 3

[Maxinum McDreich]

Sweet!

Name: Matthias Drechburn
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Bio: Matthias had grown up on a poor family's home. When they died one harsh winter, he was taken in by a local guardsman and his wife. He showed that he was a capable defender with the shield and was taught to protect those that could not protect themselves. Matthias was denied his wish of becoming a knight, and so, went on his own, fending off horde's of enemies to defend weaker settlements, often negotiating terms as much as fighting.
He sees the Source as a chance, at the very least, to aid in protecting those that wish to just live peacefully. He has made many enemies in the world of crime, particularly as they prey on the weak. Many a noble also consider him a goody goody upstart that should be put in his place.
As a person, Matthias is easy-going, lighthearted on the road. Always looks out for his friends and comrades.
Physical: Wears leather armour that provides mobility and decent defense. Young, but solid. Dark blue eyes and dark brown hair.
Race: Human. Plain and boring. Well, as boring as you can get with a race that has such diversity in culture.
Class: Shield specialising axeman. Defender of the group.

Stats
Mobility: 2
Reflexes: 2
Power: 0
Intelligence: 1

[adwarf]

My sheet is finished

[Dwarmin]

Good so far! I would let everybody in, if I was starting at this moment...heh.

24 hours for sign-ups, btw-so if you want to possibly get a shot at getting in, or just reserve a spot on the waitlist with a completed character, you've got time to do so.

[KineseN]

Name: Jacob Donoan

Age: 27.

Gender: Male.

Spoiler: Bio (click to show/hide)

Bio: As a boy Jacob came across one of the rare and deadly flowers Deadleaves which had the nasty property of necrosis if not handled correctly. Jacob of course did not know how to handle it correctly. He did get help but not before losing much of his skin and flesh from his hands and lower arms. But the strange thing was not the lost skin and flesh but rather his bones. Even with supposedly no muscles to move his arms he could do so with no problem. Jacob were thus taken to several doctors, medicine men, shamans, clerks and even quarks but no one knew the answer.
While he grew up hiding his gruesome arms he started to study the magic arts. He dabbled in many different schools, seeking a way to restore his arms. Most of the magic he read about he thought was a waste of time but there were some paragraphs and words that always came again no matter what he read. Necromancy, Fortress of Blood, Wizard Toh, the Source. As he continued to read about necromancy he started to see more and more connections with his childhood disease and the current situation with his arms. He soon started to study necromancy in earnest (in secret of course) and before he knew it he were as possessed, believing - no, knew that anything could be solved with necromancy. He knew less about the Source but he were sure he were bound to find some information about it.
And he were right. When he turned 25 he got a nondescript package from a secret sender. Inside it were a tattered bunch of papers bound between an even more tattered blue cover. Inside it were information about the Source and several ways of applying the power toward necromancy. Jacob read through several of the theories and were amazed. His secret sender were a genius. Why had he not thought of doing this or that, it made such perfect sense. Spending the last two years reading the book until he knew it inside out he started to look for more concrete information on exactly were the Fortress of Blood were.
He expects no one but himself and maybe his secret sender for the success of finding the source, but there are more who want Jacob dead or at least fail. For one many of the magic schools because of haphazard use of dangerous magic, a few innkeepers who still hasn't received their pay, a few small towns that met him could testify about Jacobs progressing megalomania, some wild animals that have been experimented on and so on, and so on.

Physical: Black long hair, matted and with several strands of white and gray. Black eyes, will sometime get a distant and/or hazy look when he starts thinking. Will look a bit crazy when he uses necromancy. Pale, skin hasn't seen the sun for the last two years. Hawk nose and a small mouth as if he has something sour in his mouth. Hands are covered with black gloves but the arms might not, depends on what he is wearing, stopped to care about others opinion about that. He is ~5'8" and ~135lbs.

Race: He is a human, or at least he think he is. With the fact that he still can move his arms even without muscles and the fact that he been studying necromancy and starting to show some symptoms for megalomania he no longer is sure. For the record his great grandmother was a wood elf so he is an eighth wood elf, but no features from that lineage shows and it is too weak to have a real effect, it's just for fluff.
Class: Necromancy, more of the debuff, curse and hexes rather than raising undead, bonemancy or bloodmancy. Think rot and diseases.

Stats
Mobility:1
Reflexes:1
Power:0
Intelligence:3