Head: Leather Helmet Body: Thick Leather Chest plate Legs: Leather Leggings Feet: Leather Boots Right Hand: Iron Short sword Left Hand: Small Shield ===========================
You enter the house slowly without making a sound and quickly begin to sweep the area. When you walk up the stairs, you hear a slight chanting from the bedroom and you can tell that the voice is, once again, not the child's. You may want to call for backup, however, whoever is in the house may be gone by the time you come back with reinforcements...
Name: Mangled Gender: M Faction: Dark Class: Zombie Level: 5 PUL(Posts until level): 7/9 Health: 5/10 +2 Damage: 1 Accuracy: 0 Speed: 0 Abilities: (Eat Corpse) (Bloody Claw) Auto: None Location: New Doom Achievements: None Party: None
{Backpack W=0/6} ==Gold- 3 ==Gear- {Dark Fur Covering (Body: +2 Max Health)} ==Food- None ==Other- Badge Of Doom
"Actually, I might have something you can do for me," I move back to drag the man to somewhere no one can see and suck all his blood out. Afterwards, I try to bury him somewhere.
Head: Leather Helmet Body: Thick Leather Chest plate Legs: Leather Leggings Feet: Leather Boots Right Hand: Iron Short sword Left Hand: Small Shield ===========================
I go back out side, but instead of running back into town, I use a peel the town mage taught me, "Sigala." I say (that is the incantation for a magic signal flare.)
Head: Dark hood body: Shady Cloak Legs: Dark Cloth Feet: Leather Shoes Right hand: Claws Left hand: Claws ======================== [Sorry wrong sheet.]
"Actually, I might have something you can do for me," I move back to drag the man to somewhere no one can see and suck all his blood out. Afterwards, I try to bury him somewhere.
Head: Nothing Body: Steel Armor +1 Endurance Legs: Steel Leggings +1 Endurance Feet: Steel Boots +1 Endurance Arms: Nothing Hands: Nothing Right Hand: Short Sword +1 Strength Left Hand: Nothing Back: Nothing ================================ agree and ask what means of transport? check race of this character in addition, could be important later (i.e none elf could get scammed by elves)
Head: Leather Helmet Body: Thick Leather Chest plate Legs: Leather Leggings Feet: Leather Boots Right Hand: Iron Short sword Left Hand: Small Shield ===========================
You signal the town using your incantation and within a few minutes 5 royal guard soldiers are with you. You go back inside and with the help of the soldiers burst inside and you see the child being held by a royal mage!
Head: Dark hood body: Shady Cloak Legs: Dark Cloth Feet: Leather Shoes Right hand: Claws Left hand: Claws ========================
You drag him outside and hear the music resume inside the bar. When you see that nobody is around you drain him and bury him in a bunch of trash out back.
You agree to help them and very soon, seeing your potential, they assign you to infiltrate the castle and find out anything you can about their defenses.
He seems like a elf, but at the same time, something is a bit off. You cannot put your finger on it, but it might come in handy later. He says that you will need to walk, or run rather, as the road is rocky and no other means of transport can cross it.
You are one of the mighty dragons that live in the mountains that separate the elvish and human kingdoms. You live near a human town in the rolling hills just beyond your home. You spend most of your days brooding in your chambers over your hoard of riches and information.
Strength: 25 Willpower: 30 Knowledge: 30 Agility: 25 Endurance:40 =============== Hoard: 5000 Fire Charge: 100% (i think you can guess what this does) =============== Armor/Equipment
Head: Scales Body:Scales Arms:Scales Hands:Scales Legs: Scales Feet:Scales Right Hand:Claws Left Hand: Claws ===============
After another century of sleep, you wake up to the sound of whispers outside of your cave. It sounds like the humans have sent some kind of emissary...
You are a warrior mage who lives in the town of Mariniv. You are one of many mages who live in the town and are aspiring to become one of the best in the land. You however are not as aspiring as most and spend a lot of your time at the bar and sparing with other mages.
Head: Nothing Body: Robes Arms: Nothing Hands: Nothing Legs: Robes Feet: Sandals Right Hand: Stick Left Hand: Nothing ================
You are walking to the bar one day when you see another mage who seems very....self loving. You, being drunk as you are , take that as a personal offense and challenge him to a duel. You both get into positions and decide to strike first.
