TURN 1Falvich
Falvich will slough on-wards, and try to find the general's tent, or surviving allies on his side. If there are any short-swords, dirks, daggers or other various blades of such sizes, he will snatch them up as well. He'll also try and keep an eye on anybody alive.
[6] Falvich begins wandering aimlessly through the thick fog quickly leaving the two wounded men behind, but he spots what looks to be a heavily armored warrior walking through the mist. [3] Falvich also finds a lightly chipped dagger stuck in the corpse of a human.
Juba Freedmen
Search the bodies around me take weapons, armor and anything food,water or money left on the bodies. Swords and heavy armor are priority.
Juba gets to his feet and begins searching the nearby corpses for any salvageable weapons, armor, and other supplies. [6] He pries a mostly undamaged shortsword from the dead hands of a nearby corpse and places it at his belt. [5] He also spots what looks to be the body of a heavily armored footsoldier [1] But he fails to pull the armor from corpse, its too heavy and you don't think you'll be able to retrieve it yourself. [2] You also find a piece of trampled bread.
Atla
Get to my feet and see what's around. Search for a weapon and take it. Preferably a lance or something similar, but anything will do at this point. See if there are any unwounded mounts left alive on the field. Start gathering metal shields and scraps of armour and tossing them together in a pile.
[5] Atla gets to his feet and glances around, he notices two men nearby, one a dwarf, the other a strange race known as the dwemer. The dwemer drags himself over the ground robbing corpses before bandaging his wounds, the dwarf eviscerates a random corpse and pulls out two of its organs. Atla can't see anything else beyond the fog; [2] He searches for a polearm and finds half of a spear, the other half is probably nearby though... [1] Atla heads into the fog and quickly finds himself lost, and without a mount. [4] Undetered, he makes a small pile of scrap, prying bits of armor off of the corpses with his spear, and salvaging shields.
Derm
Rob some corpses. Fashon bandage+splint from scattered whatever.
[3] Derm drags himself across the ground snatching a few sacks off of the nearby dead. [4] Derm gathers some cloth, and other assorted junk and manages to bandage his right hand, stopping most of the bleeding, and fashions a quick splint for his left shin.
Groz Talvor
"Hmm..."
Rob the nearest corpse for a better tunic, and look to see if there's any mage staff things around.
Oh, and get the nearest bladder and the nearest liver.
[1] Groz finds a nearby corpse, and checks for a better tunic, you completely obliterate the armor in your search. And there wasn't any tunic... [3] Groz looks around using his natural ability at magic to track down a staff. [6] You turn back to the tunic-less corpse and tear open his chest using a nearby knife, you snatch out his bladder and liver and are overjoyed by the lack of damage.
Gweg
Locate a new greatsword, tower shield, etc. Gweg's big enough to einhand a zweihand.
Gweg stands ignoring the pain in his chest and searches for a greatsword and tower shield. [5] Within moments Gweg finds a nearly undamaged greatsword off of a nearby corpse. [6] The greatsword was stuck inside a man who seemed to be wielding an undamaged tower shield. You snatch it up quickly.
Heavily Armored Humanoid
Search for survivors
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ONLY Falvich sees this occur, therefore no one else can address it until they are told by him or they sit it for themselves)
[3] It glances around but notices nothing unusual. The darkness of it's helmet conceals its face, but a pair of bright red eyes glimmer through the fog.
Also can everyone try to limit their actions to 2 per turn?Character List
User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: Lost in the foggy battlefield
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Traits:
Dagger Blitz,
SpindlyOccupation/Role: Rogue
Equipment: Torn Clothing;
Lightly Chipped DaggerAlignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health:
Lightly WoundedMagic:
EmpoweringAppearance: 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
Backstory: Falvich likes women, magic, alcohol, magical alcohol, and daggers. Money's always a plus, too. Magic money is a very large plus.
User: GreatWyrmGold
Name: Gweg Kenson
Location: In a fog-less clearing with Juba Freedmen
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits:
Overspecialised;
MoralOccupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing;
Greatsword;
Tower ShieldAlignment: Pragmatic Good
Health:
Badly Wounded; Broken Rib
Magic:
Wild MagicAppearance: Big, 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....
User: Xantalos
Name: Groz Talvor
Location: In a fog-less clearing with Derm
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Traits:
Arcane Awesome,
Old BookwormOccupation: Aspiring God Deposer, Mage in spare time
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Staff; Bladder & Liver
Alignment: Amoral (No alignment)
Health:
FineMagic:
Reality Warping,
General MagicAppearance: 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.
User: dermonster (obviously)
Name: Derm
Location: In a fog-less clearing with Groz Talvor
Race: Dwemer
Gender: Male
Traits:
Dreams of the Dwemer. Heart of LorkhanOccupation/Role: Magical Mad Engineer. Or something. Hell if I know. Hell if
he knows either.
Equipment: Torn Clothing;
Three Small SacksAlignment:
Chaotic DermHealth:
Severely Wounded;
Broken Left Shin [Splint];
Bleeding Profusely from the Right Hand [Bandaged]Magic:
MagitechnologyUser: mesor
Name: Juba Freedmen
Location: In a fog-less clearing with Gweg Kenson
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits:
Dimachaerus Fighting Style;
Kill With HonorOccupation/Role: Noble's Personal Guard
Equipment: Torn Clothing;
Shortsword; Moldy and Trampled Bread
Alignment: Honorable
Health:
Lightly WoundedMagic:
RestorationAppearance: 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.
User: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Atla
Location: Lost in the foggy battlefield
Race: Construct
Gender: Not Applicable
Traits:
Skilled with Staves and PolearmsOccupation/Role: Daemonic Warrior Monk
Equipment: Torn Clothing;
Half of a SpearAlignment: Corruption
Health:
Very Lightly WoundedMagic:
AnimationSpell:
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.
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