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Obadiah somewhat startled that anyone noticed him and dreading conversation with strangers briefly shakes his head left to right before falling quiet still again

The big dude is startled, it probably didn't expect someone to question his identity. He doesn't seem to be a greenskin for his skin is not green, but based on experience, the orc slayer had already fought this type of greenskin once. One time where an orange skinned creature more taller than this one was fighting alongside greenskins. He never knew greenskins would have used magic just to pretend not to be a greenskin. They said it was an ogre. But the slayer is sure it was a greenskin. So he slayed it.

The slayer pulls out his short sword and shield. "Last chance. Are you a greenskin or not. Answer me!"

One-Eye will spend the rest of the evening making nasty impaling spike traps.



Each trap requires a flexible sapling about an inch in diameter, about 2 yards of string, a sharp object of some kind, and misc bits of stick.

With the string he has (20ft), that's about 3 traps.

Tomorrow he will be making string, if not snookered into some other project.

"I wont step on there if I were you" the ironclad slayer warned. It seems like the one eyed hobo has stumbled upon the area where the ironclad slayer himself had set some traps.  Apparently, the ironclad slayer has been waiting outside the "invisible walls" for hours now.

The place where he is sitting is well lit too, so any creature who stumbles upon the area will notice him if they weren't busy. A lamp can be found right beside him and two more torches can be found in front of him as if he is taunting any random night dwellers to attack him. You can clearly see that his armor full of dirt, all the while holding a shovel upright to the ground. It is clear that he has been digging for hours now, and most probably the traps he had set random pitfalls.

"Say. Your not an greenskin aren't you?" The slayer asked.

Day 0.

   It's late afternoon as the last of the traveling adventurers arrive in Mystville, a small village at the boundary between a vast unknown forest and the rest of the world. The travelers soon gather near the village square, where one of the locals, a man with light brown hair wearing a tidy set of formal village clothes, begins making his introductions.

   "Hello and welcome to Mystville, everyone! My name is Aven and I am the operations manager for the Mystville Adventuring Company." He takes a moment to look at the group with an expression full of wonder and hope.

   "We as a village can't express how grateful we are to have you all here in our time of need. As you all probably know, we have been dealing with an unexplainable and destructive force that has recently become a serious threat to our lives and wellbeing." His expression becomes solemn.

   "The creatures that have been attacking us seem... deranged, crazed. Their eyes are a maddening red, and they seem to have lost all reason, even for beasts. Many of them look like typical creatures of the forest - wolves and stags and boars, while others are... unlike anything I've seen in my life..."

   "...But you've all traveled a long way and must be tired. So please, make yourselves at home and rest well for the night. There's no need to rush anything, as I'm sure I speak for the entire village when I say that we all feel much much safer already seeing you all here." He smiles warmly.

   "We've set up some living spaces for you all in our visitor boarding house, or alternatively if you prefer, there are some outdoor tents to rest in as well. We're a pretty small establishment, so we don't have much else to offer, but do feel free to use our facilities and browse our wares." He gestures to various locations around the village square.

   "Oh, and... if you do travel beyond the village into the forest, please be careful. The creatures out there are deadly, and heading out alone would be ill-advised. Stay safe..." He gives a solemn smile.

   "Anyway, please, get comfortable! I will be here in the village square if anyone needs anything." Aven heads to the nearby village square, keeping a friendly smile and an orderly posture as he checks some paperwork and waits for any questions or concerns the adventurers might have.

   Meanwhile, some of the nearby villagers curiously glance at the strange and varied-looking group of adventurers. A middle-aged man in blue and white robes bows from afar, and two teen-aged girls seem to be quietly but passionately chatting with each other while observing the group from behind one of the houses. An older looking man wearing armor and carrying a polearm stands guard near the village square, occasionally glancing at the group.
   
   The late afternoon sun perches just above the treetops of the nearby forest surrounding the village, as a chilly yet refreshing wind blows past, swaying the trees. What lurks beyond the lush green vegetation in the depths of the shadows and beyond, only the forest itself knows.

Map of village:

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The ironclad slayer checked the surroundings first, checking for a sign if there where greenskin's snooping around. When he found footsteps around village where the villagers wouldn't normally walk to. He immediately suspected greenskins. Not surprising since the village seems vulnerable to such attack considering there are no walls.

"WHERE ARE THE WALLS!?" He cried. Walking towards the nearest townsguard he can find.

Character Name: The Greenskins Holocaust
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 26
Character Description/Bio (Optional): "The Greenskin holocaust" also known as "Orc slayer" has always wandered the country, moving from town to town in search bloody search for "dirty dirty Greenskins" to kill. As for the reason no one really knows. Perhaps he just enjoys killing them for he often is heard maniacally laughing as he murder em, or perhaps the reason is entirely deeper and darker. Just a tip, the mere mention of Greenskins will get you his attention.

Character Attributes: Distribute 10 points among these character attributes
Strength/STR: 3
Agility/AGI: 3
Vitality/VIT: 1
Intelligence/INT: 0 (How the fuck does he have 0 intelligence when he knows how to murder all sorts of greenskins)
Psyche/PSY: 0 (He murdered a dozen manipulative greenskins and his psych is still 0?)
Luck/LCK: 3

Character Abilities (Optional):

Weapons mastery(other adventurers name it being a "cheapskate") - he can use any weapon given he has the stat to wield it

Bloody Persistence(others call it being "too mad to die!") - When on a brink of death he somehow manage to pull through even against the toughest of enemies

Wicked Resourcefulness(others call it motherfucking MIRACLE!) - when it comes to killing Greenskins, it is surprising how he always manage to find the correct tools for the job. Stares at LCK stat.

Background Music(why does the boss music suddenly turns on?) - Somehow deathmetal music can be heard when he starts murdering all those dirty dirty Greenskins.
Character Inventory:
1x Healing Potion - A restorative cure for injuries. (Provided by the Mystville Adventuring Company)
1x Basic Weapon - Has greatsword but a chainsaw would be nice too.
1x Side weapon - has a spare dagger for melee fuckery.
1x Shield - one has to protect himself for pussy ass attacks like ranged projectiles
1x Full set of body armor- He has a full body armor covering his entire body
1x Bag - this bag always has a mystery item that will help him later