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[Onyxjew944]

Follow the road to Milturn.


((Hoping naming conventions are set to Realistic and not Ironically Opposite.))

[Harry Baldman]

Grab the letter, then leave the room, making sure to close the door behind me, then head someplace less... populated. Open the letter and read it there.

[Fishybang]

Bump

[InZane]

Character

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Verkelh
Race: Undead Frost Wyrm
Gender: Male
Traits:Move in strange way Move in strange way
Occupation/Role: Merc/Explorer
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Magic: magic (lowest forms)
   Appearance:His wings are large and threatning,and appear to be flyable.His head glows with a Blue glow, and quite is bulky and his body appears to have some kind of resemblance iron armor at some places.
   Age: 1467
   Backstory:Verkelh was in the midst of a battle between a human necromancer and his army of undeath and dwarfs. While the dwarfs was winning the battle Verkelh enterd the battle and was killed by several undead bodyparts and bodies the Necromancer raised Verkelh,and commanded him to battle agaisnt the dwarfs. the dwarfs were slain and the necromancer took their fortress.the grew old and lost the power to control Verkelh,and so he began exploring the universe .

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 53

Juba Freedmen

"Juba."

Shout my name and continue towards the fire looking for the source of the voice.

Juba continues toward the fire as the voice begins to mumble, [4] he eventually reaches the source of the fire, it's coming from a torch set on one of the walls. He can no longer hear the voice.

Calenmiriel

As soon as I can leap/run out of the cage and take a shot at my opponent with my bow, if he/she has a shield perhaps aim for the legs. Fire a second if he/she hasn't reached me yet aiming at the upper body if the shot at the legs connects. Make use of my agility to dodge attacks as they come, make use of the arrows as stabbing weapons if he/she gets in close.

An average sized, unarmed man slowly exits his cage as [4+1=5] Calenmiriel leaps out of the cage, nocks an arrow and sends it flying toward the man [3+1+1=5 vs. 3] [1+1=2 vs. 4] But several vines erupt from the ground and slam the arrow onto the ground. Seeing as the man is still walking, Calenmiriel fire another, [2+1=3 vs. 2] [3 vs. 4] Once more several vines erupt out of the ground and bat the arrow away. The other man, now standing at approximately the middle of the arena slings his hand forward, two vines burst from the palm of his hand headed right at Calenmiriel [5 vs. 2+1] she rolls away but one of the vines still manages to catch her leg, thus negating any advantage in agility she had, the man in the center of the arena crouches down.

Gweg Kenson

Gweg:

Take small, valuable items (eg coins or something), a sword the right size for it to be a large knife or dagger to me, and head to the cave to search it.

The bandits seem to have been rather poor, the only items found were a few coins in a couple of the tents, [2] most of the swords on the ground are quite flimsy and quite frankly, not useful as weapons, more as letter openers. Gweg is starting to feel a bit fatigued, maybe he should patch up the hole in his belly. Regardless, Gweg heads into the cave, the cave is completely bare besides a small pool of shimmering purple liquid inside of something best described as a bird bath.

Groz Talvor

Chain lightning them once more! If that fails again, cast an explosive fireball towards the center of the group.

[5+1=6] This time, the bolt flies full speed into the enemy group, the lightning only jumps to one of them, but the two that were hit were quite unlucky [1] They continue to be oblivious to Groz's presence and instead are focusing on the hooded dwarf. So, [5+1] he conjures a fireball which hits one of them straight on in the back, he quickly incinerates. [4+1=5 vs. 1] [3+2=5 vs. 3] The hooded dwarf dismembers one of the smuggler's legs at the knee with his handaxe [3+1=4 vs. 3] and rolls to dodge the other before swinging his axe at the other smuggler's face [6+1=7 vs. 6] [2+2=4 vs. 6] But the smuggler easily parries the blow and counter attacks, [1 vs. 6+1=7] The hooded dwarf rolls the side once more.

Evaliss

Wait until night and fire once atleast 2 of the elves fall asleep.

Screw that.

Fire upon the male elf.

Evaliss nocks an arrow, compensating for distance, height, and wind, and releases the bowstring [6+1+1=8 vs. 2-1=1] The arrow soars across the clearing and finds its way into the elf's throat [5+1+1=7 vs. 1] He collapses with a throaty gurgle. As the woman screams and runs into the tent.

Xarius

Follow the road to Milturn.


((Hoping naming conventions are set to Realistic and not Ironically Opposite.))

Xarius takes the road to Milturn, strangely, the road is completely empty, there are rustles in the bushes to either side occasionally but they usually happen to be ordinary wildlife.

Krzcewski

Grab the letter, then leave the room, making sure to close the door behind me, then head someplace less... populated. Open the letter and read it there.

Krzcewski grabs the letter and leaves the room closing the door behind him. Then he goes over and tosses the door key to the tavern keeper, who thanks him. He opens the door and quickly finds himself under the harsh rays of the desert sun once more as he scurries into a nearby alley to read the letter. He tears it open and sees only three words, Arena Night Match.

Derm continues working on the exosuit thing [6+1+1=8] 4 turns remaining.


Character List

Spoiler: Gweg Kenson (click to show/hide)

User: GreatWyrmGold
Name: Gweg Kenson
Location: Fighting Bandits in Their Camp
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword; Empty Sack; A Note; Afigi; Tower Shield; Noser's Head; Sack of 13 Coins;
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Heavy Bleeding
Magic: Wild Magic
Appearance: Big around 8-9 feet, looks like an unusually small, quick, and smart ogre.
Age: 15
Background: Gweg was a child who never knew his parents. He didn't need to, as it turns out. By the time his memories begin, he was living on his own, stealing bread and supplementing it with rats. By the time he was 7 (or so), he was almost as big as a full-grown human, and got conscripted into a noble's army for a holy war. He hated the war but the faith soaked in. He resolved to try to live a better life, and since has become one of the best mercenaries around. Sadly, everything else has suffered, all but his morals. He's tried to keep them from slipping away with the rest of his life, but slowly is growing aware of how this might soon become impossible....

Spoiler: Groz Talvor (click to show/hide)

User: Xantalos
Name: Groz Talvor
Location: In an empty, nondescript room in the smuggler's hideout
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Traits: Arcane Awesome, Old Bookworm
Occupation: Aspiring God Deposer, Mage in spare time
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Staff; Bladder, Liver, Left Kidney, Right Kidney, Pierced Right Lung, Left Lung, Heart, Stomach, Brain, 3 Human Skins, Big Intestine, Small Intestine, Skull, 7 Bones, 2 Eyes; Knife; Leather Gloves; Leather Boots; Steel Breastplate; Hood; Silver Amulet; Unidentified Ring; Unidentified Ring; Robe
Alignment: Amoral (No alignment)
Health: Fine
Magic: Reality Warping, General Magic
Appearance: Groz is a very creepy-looking, thin dwarf. He has wispy beard things on his chin, eyes that shift color when you look at them, and a scary expression. Did I mention his face looks like a skull?
Age: 250
Backstory: Groz was studying one day in Dwarf Magic university when he realized that he was wasting his time. Why do this writing by hand when he could depose the gods and create a world where dwarfs have innate telekenisis? So far, he's only killed 3 high priests, and he figured he might as well join this army thing. Groz is rather impulsive.

Spoiler: Derm (click to show/hide)

User: dermonster (obviously)
Name: Derm
Location: In the center of Harraspor
Race: Dwemer
Gender: Male
Traits: Dreams of the Dwemer. Heart of Lorkhan
Occupation/Role: Magical Mad Engineer. Or something. Hell if I know. Hell if he knows either.
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Sack 1; Sack 2; Empty Sack; Golden Onyx Ring; Magnetic Harquebus; Thug's Sack; Arcane Chainsaw
Alignment: Chaotic Derm
Health: Fine
Magic: Magitechnology

Spoiler: Juba Freedmen (click to show/hide)

User: mesor
Name: Juba Freedmen
Location: Running up the mountain
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Dimachaerus Fighting Style; Kill With Honor
Occupation/Role: Noble's Personal Guard
Equipment: Shortsword; A few coins; Exquisite Longsword; Sack 1; Sack 2; Sack 3; Sack 4; Sack 5; Sack 6; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Gloves; Chipped Dagger; Leather Boots; Chalice
Alignment: Honorable
Health: Fine
Magic: Restoration
Appearance: 6' 1" and well muscled, short cropped black hair and scars all over the front of his body that attest to his life spent in battle. Has dark red eyes which show no emotion.
Age: 23
Backstory: He was the son of a soldier who had guarded a noble for over 20 years, his father raised him and trained him to be a soldier himself and shortly after turning 17 he entered and won a sword fighting tournament and was rewarded with a post on a nobles personal guard and in the 6 years since then he has fought in over a dozen battles and won every time picking up many wounds along the way. He fights in a very distinctive style refusing to use shields and instead wielding 2 long swords.

Spoiler: Xarius (click to show/hide)

User: Onyxjew944
Name: Xarius
Location: At the exit of the prison
Race: Minotaur
Gender: Male
Traits: Quick on His Feet; Squishy Wizard
Occupation/Role: Outcast
Equipment: Guard's Surcoat; Guard's Gloves; Guard's Boots
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (May or may not develop to Evil)
Magic: Necromancy
Appearance: Six feet, four inches in height. Relatively small for a Minotaur. Brown fur that he has dyed with coal dust to a mottled gray. He is missing his left horn. 
Age: Forty-five. Roughly nineteen in human years.
Backstory: Always a curious youth, Xarius found himself in a library or obscure ruin more often than working in a forge or doing battle with other tribes. This was a great dishonor to his father who barely tolerated him as is, being as his other brothers grew to be what his father wanted. He was exiled from his tribe at age twenty once he discovered the secrets of live and death and chose to delve into this dark world, chopping off his own horn in the process to be used as a reagent. He was always a target of his more strong and athletic kin, and had to learn to hide and run to avoid broken bones and daily torment. He was captured by King Kemar's soldiers trying to break into a tomb for research, his conscription was his prison sentence.

Spoiler: Calenmiriel (click to show/hide)

User: TacticalUnicorn
Name: Calenmiriel
Location: In the stable in the desert city
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Female
Traits: Experienced Huntress; She-Elf
Occupation/Role: Self Employed to make a few coins here and there, otherwise just a lone elf in the woods.
Equipment: Bow; 16 Arrows; Green Tunic; Leather Trousers; Black Gloves; Leather Boots; Deer Meat; Deer Hide
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: She is 5 feet tall, and weighs only 105 pounds. She has long, messy brown hair seeing as it isn't usually washed. She would have a fair face if it weren't usually dirty. Her eyes are a deep green color.
Age: 167
Backstory: Ever since she was a child, Calenmiriel has been solitary and indifferent. She never agreed with the petty, peace-keeper attitude, nor the snobby, higher-being attitude of her kin. She was quickly bored of their ancient traditions and lifestyles and when she was old enough to take care of herself and became disruptive of the elven community she was apart of, she left, seeking adventure and solitude. Living on her own for such a long time she doesn't talk much, besides with the animals, and lacks social skills with other humanoids. Her timidity and reclusive behavior, also gives her a jumpy, somewhat unpredictable attitude that can be seen as threatening.

Spoiler: Krzcewski (click to show/hide)

User: Harry Baldman
Name: Krzcewski
Location: The Laughing Lad Tavern
Race: Goblin
Gender: Male
Traits: Pacifist; Smooth; Small and Weak; Perceptive
Occupation: Plainclothes Goblin Investigator
Equipment: Commoner's Clothes; Bandana; Sack
Alignment: Neutral Good
Magic: Telepathic Suggestion
Appearance: A short, olive-skinned, bald humanoid with pointed ears, rather unimpressive and nondescript, almost savage face and very, very poor posture. That is, when in public. In private (out of disguise) he stands just as tall as a noble would, and exudes an air of competence.
Age: 32
Backstory: Krzcewski loves his job. He gets to obtain information, feign ignorance in front of stupid people and feel smart afterwards. Really, he lives to do his job, find out secrets and seem very much like an uncivilized, uncultured goblin in front of various philistines that consider someone like him not worth even a single look. Well, joke's on them when he makes his weekly report of any suspicious activity he sees to the authorities. He gets to vent his frustrations and do a little good. He strongly objects to the use of violence, believing it to be inefficient and contrary to upholding the law.

Spoiler: Evaliss (click to show/hide)

User: Fishybang
Name: Evaliss
Location: In the woods
Race: High Elf
Gender: Female
Traits: Skilled with Bow and Arrow; Loner
Occupation/Role: Hunter of Wood Elves
Equipment: Bow; 16 Arrows; Brown Tunic; Leather Trousers; Black Boots
Alignment: Neutral
Magic: Illusion Magic
Appearance: Around "6' 7" very slim, and graceful, with long curly red hair, sky blue eyes, and a small amount of freckles on her face.
Age: 109
Backstory: When Evaliss was just a little girl, wood elves attacked her village, and although the villagers were better armed then them, the wood elves outnumbered them greatly, and took them by surprise. Evaliss got away but only barely, however now she has massive scar down the length of her left arm. After that she swore revenge for her village, and started hunting them down like animals with her bow and arrow.

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: NPCs (click to show/hide)

Name: Hooded Dwarf...
Location: Inside the smuggler's base
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Traits: Visually Threatening
Occupation/Role: Guard
Equipment:
Alignment:
Health: Fine; Scar; Blind In One Eye
Backstory: N/A

Spoiler: Casualties (click to show/hide)

Turn: 34
Name: N/A
Location and Killer: In the magic shop by Falvich
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Mage
Equipment: Robes
Alignment:
Cause of Death: Throat slashed by daggers; Face cut open; Blood Loss
Backstory: N/A

Turn: 45
User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location and Killer: In the sewer by water
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Traits: Dagger Blitz; Spindly; Elves need LOOT!
Occupation/Role: Rogue
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 2 Daggers; Apple; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Maille Gloves; Maille Chausses; Ring of Fire Resist; Sack; Pack; Note; Sack; Vials of Colourful Liquids
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health:
Magic: Empowering
Appearance: Falvich looks like a typical elf; - Green eyes and dark brown hair. Still, he's blessed with Elves' natural beauty and grace, easily turning heads, and...Lustful gazes.
Age: 84
Cause of Death: Drowning and severe injuries
Backstory: Falvich likes women, magic, alcohol, magical alcohol, and daggers. Money's always a plus, too. Magic money is a very large plus.

Turn: 49
User: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Atla
Location: ...............
Race: Construct
Gender: Not Applicable
Traits: Skilled with Staves and Polearms
Occupation/Role: Daemonic Warrior Monk
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Halberd; Animated Black Knight's Armor; Spear; Jewels, Gems, Gold etc.; Reinforcement; Crucible Steel Ingot; Scroll
Alignment: Corruption
Health: Fine
Magic: Animation
Spell: Golem
Appearance: Currently an animated suit of black knight's armour that contains Atla's soul. He was never human to begin with, and as such it is imbued within the plates themselves, though he can easily swap them for others that he finds more appealing without the risk of scattering his essence. His body is covered in trophies which he carries and places on his  as evidence of numerous conquests in the past.
Age: 4,389 Years Old
Backstory: A young man loyal to the Dark Gods was attempting to create the perfect warrior, completely obedient and incredibly powerful. Unfortunately, he only managed to succeed in half of his endeavour, and he was dead before Atla had even finished opening his eyes.

Turn: 50
Name: Noser
Location and Killer: In his camp by Gweg Kenson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Skilled Fighter
Occupation/Role: Bandit Leader
Equipment: Rusty Mail Armor; Steel Shortsword
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Cause of Death: Righteous Decapitation
Health: Decapitated

[mesor]

Search the area, keep my weapons drawn. Once done move close to the fire to warm up.

[Xantalos]

Telepathically contact Hood.
"A bit further away, please."
Once he's sufficiently far away, call down a pillar of fire on the bandits.

[Harry Baldman]

Analyze the three words. What exactly might they mean? A night match at the arena or something else? Is there an arena in Harraspor?

Considering that the message does not come with a time and does not look like a flyer, it does indeed seem like this may actually be a clue. But does it lead to an arena, or something more insidious?

Investigate any leads I can think of.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Treat wound, investigate liquid. Dip one of the crap swords into it.

[TacticalUnicorn]

Stab the vine holding onto my leg multiple times with an arrow, in an attempt to break free. If my attempt fails, allow the man to drag me towards him if he tries. When I get closer attempt another shot with the bow.

[Fishybang]

Climb down the tree, and cut down ropes holding the tent up.

[Onyxjew944]

The next thing that rustles the bushes, so long as it is at least fifty pounds in weight, kill it and reanimate it.

[Fishybang]

Bump again.

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 54
((Sorry this took so long, I ended up being surprisingly busy this week.))

Juba Freedmen

Search the area, keep my weapons drawn. Once done move close to the fire to warm up.

There are no obvious oddities in the nearby area, seeing nothing, Juba walked over to the fire to warm himself up.

Groz Talvor

Telepathically contact Hood.
"A bit further away, please."
Once he's sufficiently far away, call down a pillar of fire on the bandits.

The hooded dwarf rolls backward once more as [6] a massive pillar of flame completely incinerates the remaining bandits. Unfortunately a fire now rages toward Groz and the hooded dwarf who now stands across the hall.

Krzcewski

Analyze the three words. What exactly might they mean? A night match at the arena or something else? Is there an arena in Harraspor?

Considering that the message does not come with a time and does not look like a flyer, it does indeed seem like this may actually be a clue. But does it lead to an arena, or something more insidious?

Investigate any leads I can think of.

[3+1=4] Krzcewski recalls that there is indeed an arena in Harraspor that does have night matches. Unfortunately it is going to be a few more hours before the first begins (6 turns) There may be clues already in place at the arena. Or perhaps he could listen for rumors on the street...

Gweg Kenson

Treat wound, investigate liquid. Dip one of the crap swords into it.

[5] Gweg wraps his wounds with strips cloth he tore off the dead bandits clothing, they should start healing now. Easing to his feet he grabs one of the "crap" swords and dips it into the liquid. Nothing obvious happens.

Calenmiriel

Stab the vine holding onto my leg multiple times with an arrow, in an attempt to break free. If my attempt fails, allow the man to drag me towards him if he tries. When I get closer attempt another shot with the bow.

[3-1=2] Calenmiriel stabs at the vine repeatedly but it is in vain. The man in the center of the arena continues crouching, she can hear him mumbling.

Evaliss

Climb down the tree, and cut down ropes holding the tent up.

[5] Evaliss gracefully slips down the tree and quickly walks to the tent and [4] slices the ropes with a small hunting knife, causing it to collapse. The occupants seem to be attempting to escape, but, they probably won't anytime soon.

Xarius

The next thing that rustles the bushes, so long as it is at least fifty pounds in weight, kill it and reanimate it.

[1] The only creatures among the bushes seem to be tiny rabbits, and Xarius wouldn't want to make Chuckles jealous would he. [4] Xarius hears what sound like a group of soldier marching along the road ahead in his direction.

Derm
Derm continues working on the exosuit thing [1+1+1=3] 3 turns remaining. [6+1+1=8] already achieved.


Character List

Spoiler: Gweg Kenson (click to show/hide)

User: GreatWyrmGold
Name: Gweg Kenson
Location: In the cave beside the bandit's camp
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword; Empty Sack; A Note; Afigi; Tower Shield; Noser's Head; Sack of 13 Coins;
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Heavy Bleeding
Magic: Wild Magic
Appearance: Big around 8-9 feet, looks like an unusually small, quick, and smart ogre.
Age: 15
Background: Gweg was a child who never knew his parents. He didn't need to, as it turns out. By the time his memories begin, he was living on his own, stealing bread and supplementing it with rats. By the time he was 7 (or so), he was almost as big as a full-grown human, and got conscripted into a noble's army for a holy war. He hated the war but the faith soaked in. He resolved to try to live a better life, and since has become one of the best mercenaries around. Sadly, everything else has suffered, all but his morals. He's tried to keep them from slipping away with the rest of his life, but slowly is growing aware of how this might soon become impossible....

Spoiler: Groz Talvor (click to show/hide)

User: Xantalos
Name: Groz Talvor
Location: In the smuggler's hideout
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Traits: Arcane Awesome, Old Bookworm
Occupation: Aspiring God Deposer, Mage in spare time
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Staff; Bladder, Liver, Left Kidney, Right Kidney, Pierced Right Lung, Left Lung, Heart, Stomach, Brain, 3 Human Skins, Big Intestine, Small Intestine, Skull, 7 Bones, 2 Eyes; Knife; Leather Gloves; Leather Boots; Steel Breastplate; Hood; Silver Amulet; Unidentified Ring; Unidentified Ring; Robe
Alignment: Amoral (No alignment)
Health: Fine
Magic: Reality Warping, General Magic
Appearance: Groz is a very creepy-looking, thin dwarf. He has wispy beard things on his chin, eyes that shift color when you look at them, and a scary expression. Did I mention his face looks like a skull?
Age: 250
Backstory: Groz was studying one day in Dwarf Magic university when he realized that he was wasting his time. Why do this writing by hand when he could depose the gods and create a world where dwarfs have innate telekenisis? So far, he's only killed 3 high priests, and he figured he might as well join this army thing. Groz is rather impulsive.

Spoiler: Derm (click to show/hide)

User: dermonster (obviously)
Name: Derm
Location: In the Harraspor scrapyard
Race: Dwemer
Gender: Male
Traits: Dreams of the Dwemer. Heart of Lorkhan
Occupation/Role: Magical Mad Engineer. Or something. Hell if I know. Hell if he knows either.
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Sack 1; Sack 2; Empty Sack; Golden Onyx Ring; Magnetic Harquebus; Thug's Sack; Arcane Chainsaw
Alignment: Chaotic Derm
Health: Fine
Magic: Magitechnology

Spoiler: Juba Freedmen (click to show/hide)

User: mesor
Name: Juba Freedmen
Location: In a cave atop the mountain
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Dimachaerus Fighting Style; Kill With Honor
Occupation/Role: Noble's Personal Guard
Equipment: Shortsword; A few coins; Exquisite Longsword; Sack 1; Sack 2; Sack 3; Sack 4; Sack 5; Sack 6; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Gloves; Chipped Dagger; Leather Boots; Chalice
Alignment: Honorable
Health: Fine
Magic: Restoration
Appearance: 6' 1" and well muscled, short cropped black hair and scars all over the front of his body that attest to his life spent in battle. Has dark red eyes which show no emotion.
Age: 23
Backstory: He was the son of a soldier who had guarded a noble for over 20 years, his father raised him and trained him to be a soldier himself and shortly after turning 17 he entered and won a sword fighting tournament and was rewarded with a post on a nobles personal guard and in the 6 years since then he has fought in over a dozen battles and won every time picking up many wounds along the way. He fights in a very distinctive style refusing to use shields and instead wielding 2 long swords.

Spoiler: Xarius (click to show/hide)

User: Onyxjew944
Name: Xarius
Location: Walking along the road to Milturn
Race: Minotaur
Gender: Male
Traits: Quick on His Feet; Squishy Wizard
Occupation/Role: Outcast
Equipment: Guard's Surcoat; Guard's Gloves; Guard's Boots
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (May or may not develop to Evil)
Magic: Necromancy
Appearance: Six feet, four inches in height. Relatively small for a Minotaur. Brown fur that he has dyed with coal dust to a mottled gray. He is missing his left horn. 
Age: Forty-five. Roughly nineteen in human years.
Backstory: Always a curious youth, Xarius found himself in a library or obscure ruin more often than working in a forge or doing battle with other tribes. This was a great dishonor to his father who barely tolerated him as is, being as his other brothers grew to be what his father wanted. He was exiled from his tribe at age twenty once he discovered the secrets of live and death and chose to delve into this dark world, chopping off his own horn in the process to be used as a reagent. He was always a target of his more strong and athletic kin, and had to learn to hide and run to avoid broken bones and daily torment. He was captured by King Kemar's soldiers trying to break into a tomb for research, his conscription was his prison sentence.

Spoiler: Calenmiriel (click to show/hide)

User: TacticalUnicorn
Name: Calenmiriel
Location: In the arena of Harraspor
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Female
Traits: Experienced Huntress; She-Elf
Occupation/Role: Self Employed to make a few coins here and there, otherwise just a lone elf in the woods.
Equipment: Bow; 16 Arrows; Green Tunic; Leather Trousers; Black Gloves; Leather Boots; Deer Meat; Deer Hide
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Appearance: She is 5 feet tall, and weighs only 105 pounds. She has long, messy brown hair seeing as it isn't usually washed. She would have a fair face if it weren't usually dirty. Her eyes are a deep green color.
Age: 167
Backstory: Ever since she was a child, Calenmiriel has been solitary and indifferent. She never agreed with the petty, peace-keeper attitude, nor the snobby, higher-being attitude of her kin. She was quickly bored of their ancient traditions and lifestyles and when she was old enough to take care of herself and became disruptive of the elven community she was apart of, she left, seeking adventure and solitude. Living on her own for such a long time she doesn't talk much, besides with the animals, and lacks social skills with other humanoids. Her timidity and reclusive behavior, also gives her a jumpy, somewhat unpredictable attitude that can be seen as threatening.

Spoiler: Krzcewski (click to show/hide)

User: Harry Baldman
Name: Krzcewski
Location: Standing in an alley near the Laughing Lad Tavern
Race: Goblin
Gender: Male
Traits: Pacifist; Smooth; Small and Weak; Perceptive
Occupation: Plainclothes Goblin Investigator
Equipment: Commoner's Clothes; Bandana; Sack
Alignment: Neutral Good
Magic: Telepathic Suggestion
Appearance: A short, olive-skinned, bald humanoid with pointed ears, rather unimpressive and nondescript, almost savage face and very, very poor posture. That is, when in public. In private (out of disguise) he stands just as tall as a noble would, and exudes an air of competence.
Age: 32
Backstory: Krzcewski loves his job. He gets to obtain information, feign ignorance in front of stupid people and feel smart afterwards. Really, he lives to do his job, find out secrets and seem very much like an uncivilized, uncultured goblin in front of various philistines that consider someone like him not worth even a single look. Well, joke's on them when he makes his weekly report of any suspicious activity he sees to the authorities. He gets to vent his frustrations and do a little good. He strongly objects to the use of violence, believing it to be inefficient and contrary to upholding the law.

Spoiler: Evaliss (click to show/hide)

User: Fishybang
Name: Evaliss
Location: Killing Wood Elves
Race: High Elf
Gender: Female
Traits: Skilled with Bow and Arrow; Loner
Occupation/Role: Hunter of Wood Elves
Equipment: Bow; 16 Arrows; Brown Tunic; Leather Trousers; Black Boots
Alignment: Neutral
Magic: Illusion Magic
Appearance: Around "6' 7" very slim, and graceful, with long curly red hair, sky blue eyes, and a small amount of freckles on her face.
Age: 109
Backstory: When Evaliss was just a little girl, wood elves attacked her village, and although the villagers were better armed then them, the wood elves outnumbered them greatly, and took them by surprise. Evaliss got away but only barely, however now she has massive scar down the length of her left arm. After that she swore revenge for her village, and started hunting them down like animals with her bow and arrow.

Spoiler: Enemies (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: NPCs (click to show/hide)

Name: Hooded Dwarf...
Location: Inside the smuggler's base
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Traits: Visually Threatening
Occupation/Role: Guard
Equipment:
Alignment:
Health: Fine; Scar; Blind In One Eye
Backstory: N/A

Spoiler: Casualties (click to show/hide)

Turn: 34
Name: N/A
Location and Killer: In the magic shop by Falvich
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits:
Occupation/Role: Mage
Equipment: Robes
Alignment:
Cause of Death: Throat slashed by daggers; Face cut open; Blood Loss
Backstory: N/A

Turn: 45
User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location and Killer: In the sewer by water
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Traits: Dagger Blitz; Spindly; Elves need LOOT!
Occupation/Role: Rogue
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 2 Daggers; Apple; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Maille Gloves; Maille Chausses; Ring of Fire Resist; Sack; Pack; Note; Sack; Vials of Colourful Liquids
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health:
Magic: Empowering
Appearance: Falvich looks like a typical elf; - Green eyes and dark brown hair. Still, he's blessed with Elves' natural beauty and grace, easily turning heads, and...Lustful gazes.
Age: 84
Cause of Death: Drowning and severe injuries
Backstory: Falvich likes women, magic, alcohol, magical alcohol, and daggers. Money's always a plus, too. Magic money is a very large plus.

Turn: 49
User: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Atla
Location: ...............
Race: Construct
Gender: Not Applicable
Traits: Skilled with Staves and Polearms
Occupation/Role: Daemonic Warrior Monk
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Halberd; Animated Black Knight's Armor; Spear; Jewels, Gems, Gold etc.; Reinforcement; Crucible Steel Ingot; Scroll
Alignment: Corruption
Health: Fine
Magic: Animation
Spell: Golem
Appearance: Currently an animated suit of black knight's armour that contains Atla's soul. He was never human to begin with, and as such it is imbued within the plates themselves, though he can easily swap them for others that he finds more appealing without the risk of scattering his essence. His body is covered in trophies which he carries and places on his  as evidence of numerous conquests in the past.
Age: 4,389 Years Old
Backstory: A young man loyal to the Dark Gods was attempting to create the perfect warrior, completely obedient and incredibly powerful. Unfortunately, he only managed to succeed in half of his endeavour, and he was dead before Atla had even finished opening his eyes.

Turn: 50
Name: Noser
Location and Killer: In his camp by Gweg Kenson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Skilled Fighter
Occupation/Role: Bandit Leader
Equipment: Rusty Mail Armor; Steel Shortsword
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Cause of Death: Righteous Decapitation
Health: Decapitated

[Xantalos]

"Hold your breath!"
Remove all air from the area around the fire, putting it out due to lack of oxygen.