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Danea goes hunting with her sickle. She doesn't need the meat, but rather the hide to make proper gauntlets so she can hold her pet.

Aha, nice try, Alekseyevich thinks. But this is glourious mother Russia, and we are good communists. Jobs are shared, sillies. Thus, he cannot be doing someone else's job; everyone's job is his job, and his job is everyone's.

Name: Jeffery Kentwood
Description: Jeffery's an interesting person. He's the blandest imaginable person to look at, but somehow everyone who even gazes at him already gets the feeling that he's, quite frankly, an asshole. Maybe it's the sunken eyes, the angry eyebrows, the perpetual scowl of concentration; he just exudes a rather mean aura. Which is quite unfortunate, as he's actually a rather nice guy.
Primary Skill: Summoning
Secondary Skills: Metal, Spears
Precious Item: Amulet of Farsight
Backstory: Jeffery just came here to help people after his own village was destroyed. Nobody believes him. They think he's here to extort them.

Alekseyevich finds the least productive worker on the local potato farm and executes him. He then instructs all the other working comrades that they must all match their most productive comrade in effort by the end of the day, or they will be likewise executed. Mother Russia tolerates no sloths. Except the sloths inside the zoo, they are very cute.

I am Alekseyevich, a low ranking member of the Soviet Police whose firearm has been confiscated after horrible misuse.

Alekseyevich goes to punish lazy workers with shovel beatings.

Oh well.

Danea abandons the idea of the slime riding in the golem, and instead explores East. She attempts to coax the slime into following her.

Jericho thinks for a few good seconds, before nodding slowly.

"I can certainly see this working. I just need to work on increasing my strength so it's more practical in combat, so I'll be on my way to the training grounds."

Jericho does just that, taking both pieces of armor and heading to the training grounds. There, he begins typical strength-based workouts. He tries to perform his exercise while wearing at least the chainmail, so that he may get used to the weight of wearing at least some armor.

Jericho nods slowly, pondering his options. He then turns to Lyco with a hopeful expression, and a somewhat goofy grin.

"May I take both the full chainmail and the steel breastplate? I'm really not going for maneuverability or deftness- rather, I'm the big heavy one in the group who just charges into combat and hits things with an axe. Honestly, the heavier I am the better- I'm sure I'll be a lot harder to displace.

That is, unless the aforementioned shortage of armor would imply that I can only take one of the three sets. Even so, I'd like to try both on even for a short while, to get a feel for how much of a burden it would be to wear."