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[Caerwyn]

Falvich will hail the guards, and if he enters, immediately head to the inn...

And find a comely wench to bed!

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 18

Derm

"Oh me? There was a thingy over yonder. Wossname? Quarrel? Brawl? Battle? Battle, yes, that sounds right. So, there was a battle over yonder, I woke up in the middle with broken bits and no idea where I am or what I was doing there. Decided, 'You know what would be a good idea? Fix me broken bits!' So I scavenged a little, made a splint and a... ah wot's the name... big thingy, has little booms in it... ah yes! Harquebus! Made myself a magnetic harquebus which, I might add, is within easy reach. I could put a hole into four inches of solid lead with this. And then I thought 'Well this place is a bit morbid, let's go explore!' Then I wandered off into the mists, found a road, road led me to this wall, I spent a bit climbing up the wall, and now here we are. Hello, I'm Derm and I haven't the foggiest clue!"

[4] "Eh, very well... Derm... care to follow me down to where you should be?" The guard motions toward the tower stairwell.

Juba Freedmen

Look for some means of restraining the beast, check outside to see if anybody or anything is coming to investigate.

Juba [6] checks his surrounding and quickly finds a nice thick rope, he binds the hound's legs and keeps it's mouth shut before going out to investigate. [6] The camp is completely empty from the look, and sound of it.

Groz Talvor

Groz magically throws his voice to come from another stall.
"Gentlemen! Who are you looking for? Who are you?"
That voice enchantment thing still applies.

[1+1=2] Groz call out from under the cloth, "Hey, are you guys looking for me?" [3 vs. 6] But by some miracle the soldiers hurry off in another direction.

Gweg Kenson

"I am a warrior of light fleeing from forces of darkness. I would like sanctuary and sustenance, and in exchange I will help around your fine town any way I can."
Hope I get in...

[2] "And how do I know you're tellin' the truth? Don't see many ogres 'round these parts that just want a friendly chat. They jus' wanna rip yeh into tiny pieces!"

Atla

((Ooooh!! Good idea!! How aboooouuuuttt…….Hans! ))
Back up some to get some room and whip my halberd around and catch the guard in the head with the blade, then follow up with a swing to the next one.

Atla dodges backward before quickly swinging his halberd around [6+1=7 vs. 1] [4+2+1=7 vs. 2+1=3] He cleanly slices through the first guards mail coif parting his head and the nose, Atla quickly lunges forward once more and [6+1=7 vs. 1] [5+2+1=8 vs. 2+1=3] impales the next guard, Atla twists the halberd and yanks it from the man pulling most of his vital organs with it.

Hans

Bash some skulls and please his master.

Hans jumps up [5 vs. 3-1=2] and crushes the the downed guards head beneath his foot. The final guard is easy prey as he is currently facing away from Hans at Atla, Hans seizes the guards head between his hans and [4 vs. 1] squeezes, causing the mans skull to shatter into several dozen bloody fragments.

Falvich

Falvich will hail the guards, and if he enters, immediately head to the inn...

And find a comely wench to bed!

Falvich hurries up to the gate beside a half ogre who he recalls from the battlefield and calls up to the guards. "Neither a' you are coming through this gate 'til the ogre leaves or you convince me you ain't the enemy!"


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: On a cobblestone road
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Traits: Dagger Blitz; Spindly; Elves need LOOT!
Occupation/Role: Rogue
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 3 Daggers; Unidentified Dagger; Apple; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Maille Gloves; Maille Chausses; Ring of Healing?; Sack; Empty Pack
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health: Badly Burned
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
Backstory: Falvich likes women, magic, alcohol, magical alcohol, and daggers. Money's always a plus, too. Magic money is a very large plus.

Spoiler: Gweg Kenson (click to show/hide)

User: GreatWyrmGold
Name: Gweg Kenson
Location: In front of a gatehouse
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword; Tower Shield; Empty Sack; A Note; Sack
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: Hiding among various silks and linens
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: On top of the stone wall
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
Alignment: Chaotic Derm
Health: Fine
Magic: Magitechnology

Spoiler: Juba Freedmen (click to show/hide)

User: mesor
Name: Juba Freedmen
Location: In the camp
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Dimachaerus Fighting Style; Kill With Honor
Occupation/Role: Noble's Personal Guard
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 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; Dirty Sock
Alignment: Honorable
Health: Heavy Bleeding
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: Atla (click to show/hide)

User: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Atla
Location: In the camp slaughtering innocents with his golem
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
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.

Spoiler: Hans (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans
Location: Guarding Atla in the camp
Race: Golem
Gender: N/A
Traits: N/A
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: 2 Iron Clubs
Alignment: Completely Obedient to Atla
Health: Fine
Age: 12 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Xantalos]

((Well damn, I'm just the luckiest dwarf alive, aren't I?))
Groz waits until the soldiers are gone, noting which direction they go off in, and heads in the other direction, looking for a merchant or something to talk to.

[Dermonster]

"Oh whats the rush, whats the rush? I just got here, why should there be anywhere I should be? But I suppose I shouldn't be impolite, I just ruined whatever credibility you lot had as guards people when I climbed up the side of the wall in broad daylight so sure. Let's go!"

[mesor]

Search the camp, gather all equipment and valuables and put it in with the hound, investigate the chalice in the fire

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will just...Uh...Explain that they're not the enemy. Then find a comely wench to bed!

[Parsely]

Bloody high five! We are bad as hell man. See if I can't use the soldiers' armour to beef Hans up a bit, then summon that flesh golem I wanted. Tell the flesh golem to absorb the remaining wounded, bonus points if they're still alive while he does it. Grab my spear while I'm at it.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"As a sign of trust, I will let you keep my sword and shield if I may have them returned once I leave. If you must, they may be returned once I have left the walls of the city.
And incidentally, I am only half-ogre."
Hopefully this increases his true in me...

[Urist McBeanie]

TURN 19

Groz Talvor

((Well damn, I'm just the luckiest dwarf alive, aren't I?))
Groz waits until the soldiers are gone, noting which direction they go off in, and heads in the other direction, looking for a merchant or something to talk to.

Groz waited several moments noting that the were headed off to his left before hopping out of the merchants stall. Heading to the right [5] you come across a merchant, "You look like a wizard! Come see what I have to offer, or maybe you could help me with something."

Derm

"Oh whats the rush, whats the rush? I just got here, why should there be anywhere I should be? But I suppose I shouldn't be impolite, I just ruined whatever credibility you lot had as guards people when I climbed up the side of the wall in broad daylight so sure. Let's go!"

[5] "We don't expect random people to climb our walls. Follow me." Derm follows the guard down the stairwell and upon reaching ground level, is shoved outside the tower by the guard. An iron bolted door slams into place behind him.

Juba Freedmen

Search the camp, gather all equipment and valuables and put it in with the hound, investigate the chalice in the fire

[4] Juba finds a pair of leather boots nearby and goes to inspect the chalice, [6] It seems to be an ordinary golden chalice, decked with many different gems and the like, it also seems to be engraved, but it's impossible to tell what it is in the fire. Juba starts to feel lightheaded.

Falvich

Falvich will just...Uh...Explain that they're not the enemy. Then find a comely wench to bed!

[1] Falvich tries to explain to the guards but can't be heard over the half ogre beside him. The guard scurries off and several minutes later, the gates open. A group of 16 guards step forward and surround Gweg, one of them gestures to Falvich, "Go ahead."

Atla

Bloody high five! We are bad as hell man. See if I can't use the soldiers' armour to beef Hans up a bit, then summon that flesh golem I wanted. Tell the flesh golem to absorb the remaining wounded, bonus points if they're still alive while he does it. Grab my spear while I'm at it.

[3] Atla manages to use a few pieces of armor to increase Hans' defense a bit. [2] Atla strains to create a golem from his victims but fails to do so. Slightly annoyed, Atla snatches up his spear.

Gweg Kenson

"As a sign of trust, I will let you keep my sword and shield if I may have them returned once I leave. If you must, they may be returned once I have left the walls of the city.
And incidentally, I am only half-ogre."
Hopefully this increases his true in me...

[6] "Fine, wait down there while I get a battalion to escort yeh into the city." The soldier scurries off and several minutes later, the gates open. A group of 16 guards step forward and surround Gweg, one of them gestures to Falvich, "Go ahead."


Character List

Spoiler: Falvich (click to show/hide)

User: Caerwyn
Name: Falvich
Location: On a cobblestone road
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Traits: Dagger Blitz; Spindly; Elves need LOOT!
Occupation/Role: Rogue
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 3 Daggers; Unidentified Dagger; Apple; Chainmail Hauberk; Maille Coif; Maille Gloves; Maille Chausses; Ring of Healing?; Sack; Empty Pack
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health: Badly Burned
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
Backstory: Falvich likes women, magic, alcohol, magical alcohol, and daggers. Money's always a plus, too. Magic money is a very large plus.

Spoiler: Gweg Kenson (click to show/hide)

User: GreatWyrmGold
Name: Gweg Kenson
Location: In front of a gatehouse
Race: Half-Ogre
Gender: Male
Traits: Overspecialised; Moral
Occupation/Role: Mercenary
Equipment: Torn Clothing; Greatsword; Tower Shield; Empty Sack; A Note; Sack
Alignment: Pragmatic Good
Health: Fine
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: Hiding among various silks and linens
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: On top of the stone wall
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
Alignment: Chaotic Derm
Health: Fine
Magic: Magitechnology

Spoiler: Juba Freedmen (click to show/hide)

User: mesor
Name: Juba Freedmen
Location: In the camp
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Traits: Dimachaerus Fighting Style; Kill With Honor
Occupation/Role: Noble's Personal Guard
Equipment: Torn Clothing; 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
Alignment: Honorable
Health: Heavy Bleeding; Lightheaded
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: Atla (click to show/hide)

User: GUNINANRUNIN
Name: Atla
Location: In the camp slaughtering innocents with his golem
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
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.

Spoiler: Hans (click to show/hide)

Name: Hans
Location: Guarding Atla in the camp
Race: Golem
Gender: N/A
Traits: Made From Armor
Occupation/Role: N/A
Equipment: 2 Iron Clubs
Alignment: Completely Obedient to Atla
Health: Fine
Age: 13 Turns old
Backstory: Atla spent 7 turns attempting to construct him

[Dermonster]

Blast the lock off.

"Well that was rude."

[mesor]

Take the chalice and return to where the creature is bound, using magic to heal myself, replace the lost blood and reinvigorate myself.

[Caerwyn]

Falvich will nod, and stick with Gweg. If the guards try anything phishy, he'll dig his friend out of trouble. And, if there's a magic shop on the route, Falvich will browse it's wares.

[Parsely]

((Maybe we should have the spell always create a golem outside of combat, and the roll would just be for quality and I could just find more of the same materials later to beef him up if I so desire? Might save a bit of time in the long run. Leaving it as is would be fine though, just something to think about really. ))
Flesh golem. Tell the two wounded men to stay quiet or else.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Make sure I'll get my stuff back when I leave, then relinquish my sword and shield to the most trustworthy-looking guard. Or two, if he can only carry one of them.
Greet Falvich.

[Xantalos]

"Lemme see what you have first. Then burden me with your troubles."