/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

Name: Elise Nation

Fluff: Poorly positioned to ever inherit anything from her parents, Elise turned her eye to trade in order to forge her own path in the world. Though never wildly successful, her path has led her to participate in a variety of travels and businesses, including raising a mercenary band to aid a Lord her family owed a debt to. With news of her family's lands fallen to invaders, Elise has turned her focus to rumors that some of her kin survived.

Inventory: [Do not fill this out] [Cross Necklace bearing the family's Coat of Arms]

Skills: [Do not fill this out]

Flaws: [Do not fill this out]

Name: Icterus Nation

Fluff: Nearly killed in the fighting for their home castle, Icterus is the sole survivor of the former Household Guard. Middle aged, he has been 'adopted' into the family in recognition of his brave acts. Those brave acts, however, cost him his home and his true family, and he finds himself more than a little bitter.

Inventory: [Do not fill this out] Ornate Bracer

Skills: [Do not fill this out]

Flaws: [Do not fill this out]

Bonuses: [Do not fill this out]

>>2073

The bastard of one of Nation's Nobles during an expedition you were raised by your tribe with incredible care. Standing tall even amongst your own you were quick to learn the trade of a medicine man curing many different illnesses that befell your tribe. When your father came to take you with him to court they were saddened, but they granted you the indestructible staff of a medicine man to bring health to your unenlightened white family. Look how that turned out. Now you find yourself in front of Weissstadt's gates.

>Inventory:

+ The Black Staff / Anything you like to name it

>Skills:

+ Medicine (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Exotic] You are a rare sight. The guards will recognize you easily and people try to go out of your way. The church may also not approve what they believe to be your heathenous ways. People are generally inclined to trust you less.

>Bonuses:

+ [Giant] You are two heads taller than a normal man. You are considerably stronger than them as well, granting you a bonus in all things physical. Except for hiding of course.

>>2075

Greed and lust are sins my son. But yours are far not as grievous as those of others. You have kept your father's sword save and deserve the praise that comes with it. To wield the blade requires a certain expertise and knowledge. Knowledge only you possess.

>Inventory:

+ The Serpent Blade / The Wibbly Wobbly / Anything you like to name it

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Serpent Blade Combat (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Greedy] You have a hard time letting go of gold, people you have to pay do not appreciate this.

+ [Lustful] You like a good tumble, this comes with some expertise in the area. Women find it hard to resist you however the feeling is mutual. Be careful not to hurt the ones you love.

>Bonus:

+ [Wielder of the Serpent Blade / Wibbly Wobbly / Anything you like to name it] Your weapon is your father's blade. It is not magic, only a fool would believe that, but if handled right the blade dances almost as if alive, sneaking past scales of armor and cutting deep into enemy flesh. You've also never cut yourself on this one before.

>>2077

Oh Vivan, you always wanted to return to your family some day. This time is better than ever. However it was not as you expected. All of your holdings razed, your people murdered you too were forced to flee eventually. Having spent your life with Mercenaries you are already used to life on the road, however your goodbye was far from ideal. Now you have rejoined your family, no matter how poor they are it is as they say. Home is where the heart is.

>Inventory:

+ Father's Sword

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Survival (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Hard Goodbye] You are not exactly on good terms with your old mercenary band and word travels fast. This may be trouble in the long run.

>Bonus:

+ [Tough Girl] You're a tough girl, you've spent your life on the road and don't mind eating moldy food from time to time. Though you do still have some bonding issues this will assist you further in combat and survival.

>>2078

You are a bird posing as a man. Well actually you are a man thinking he is a bird posing as a man. Even centuries from now they would not fully be able to understand your condition. Perhaps god had played a cruel joke on you, but ever since you can remember you've kept this secret from everyone else. Your greatest power, but possibly your achilles heel as well.

>Inventory:

+ Sigil of Flame

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Dueling (50)

>Flaws:

+ [The Bird Issue] If somebody discovers your secret you are compelled to obey their commands in order for them not to reveal your terrible secret. This would not prevent you from killing them. Of course only if they specifically found out that you are a bird pretending to be human, not a human thinking he is a bird pretending to be human. The latter would be a ridiculous lie.

+ [Bird Talk] Sometimes you can't resist and just chirp along with the birds.

>Bonuses:

+ [The Phoenix Sigil] You are uncertain what it does, has to be some sort of riddle. Better be careful and don't destroy your family heirloom. Though if you could open it somehow, who knew what would be inside?

>>2088

>>2081

Faith is a curious thing. Some lost it when you saw your homelands razed, but your faith only grew stronger and more fierce. Never again would you see a church defiled like that. They would pay all alike, heretics, heathens, sinners. Of course this does limit the amount of acceptable company you can have by a bit, but ultimately it is up to you whom you wish to smite.

>Inventory:

+ Scythe of Vengance

>Skills:

+ Scythe Fighting (50)

+ Preaching (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Wrath] You are a rather angry person and have a quick temper whenever it comes to things unholy.

>Bonuses:

+ [One True God] You find easy acceptance amongst the clergy. They will harbor you and care for you as you are faith incarnate. You will of course be expected to do some good deeds for the church from time to time. The poor and broken also flock to you as they see redemption in following your path.

>>2082

Oh Middus. What have you done this time? Bankrupted your family, but what did it matter now? It was all gone. What was your pride worth in the end? You will have to start over, this time perhaps you can contain yourself. Hopefully, by some chance. Perhaps they will cheer up when they realize that the one thing you managed to snatch before making your way out of there could buy you a house and some supplies for up to a year.

>Inventory:

+ Family Solid Gold Crossbow, Gems and Silver

>Skills:

+ Being Pompous (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Proud] You are very, very proud and getting you by your pride is easier done than said.

+ [Spendthrift] You cannot be trusted with money. No matter how hard you try, you simply have an expensive taste and that will probably never change. Though this probably would make you a good shopping companion for young rich noble women.

>Bonus:

+ [The Most Noble] You know how to present yourself, no matter how shabby you may look, posture and voice are the epitome of what it means to be noble.

>>2083

Well then Urok. Even your tribe has charged you with the curses of black magic and now you enter the city of Weissstadt, a city with priests so pieous even the patriarch envies them. Certainly you will have a hard time here at first, but certainly your family will lend you aid and help you to get along just fine for now. Perhaps you should keep those heads beneath your rags as well.

>Inventory:

+ Three Shrunk Heads (Family Heirloom)

>Skills:

+ "Alternative Healing Methods" (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Exotic] You are a rare sight. The guards will recognize you easily and people try to go out of your way. The church may also not approve what they believe to be your heathenous ways. People are generally inclined to trust you less.

>Bonuses:

+ [Black Magic] You know some things that would be hard to explain to anyone, especially these White men who have no idea what they are doing. The rituals are nasty to say the least, however they do show results. Needless to say this will be perceived as wholly heretic and they'd probably burn you by the stake if they ever found you practicing in public.

>>2089

>>2084

Having spent all of your money to raise a mercenary band which was sadly in the wrong place at the wrong time you now made your way to Weissstadt. Poor as a church mouse, but so is everyone from your family, you find yourself in front of the city gates. What will happen now? Another start. Certainly they could use your help as a strong independent trader who don't need no man. All you need are goods to peddle and you should be set up.

>Inventory:

+ Cross Necklace Bearning the Family's Coat of Arms

>Skills:

+ Haggling (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Female] It's not really your fault when you think about it and it's not all that bad. People constantly understimate you which is good for business, but they will often try to give you irrationally bad prices and sometimes outright refuse to trade with you. Seeing as you have no man at your side they often make lewd suggestions which you have learned to ignore over the years.

>Bonus:

+ [Independent] You have made it once and you can make it again. Of course this time you have a family to care about however you can handle yourself in most situations. You receive a bonus to haggling and trade in general.

>>2085

No man should have to die before his children. It is not just. But the world was not just and you knew that now. For long you had reigned, but now look at you. Crushed under the heels of an enemy you could not hope to defeat. You still know they mock you for it. A lord beaten by horseback barbarians. For now they will laugh. They will laugh and point at you until the riders come to get them.

>Inventory:

+ Ancestor's Pendant

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (75)

+ Leadership (25)

>Flaws:

+ [Aging] You become older every year and slowly your skill at arms begins to degrade. The guilt and ridicule do nothing to improve the situation. It's only rubbing more salt into old wounds.

>Bonuses:

+ [Old Dog New Tricks] Even though you are growing older every year you do not intend to leave your family with nothing. While your body may not act the ways it used to your mind is still more than focused on the task. You are determined to do what is necessary and in order to protect your family you can still perform feats of grandeur.

>>2086

Loyalty. Whom did it belong to? Your own family or your lord's? You made your decision that day. You stuck your neck out for your lord and when the time came you were the one to be allowed to escape with them as the rest of the Household Guard was cut down under the unstoppable onslaught. Now look at you. A member of the family. Real nobility you are. What of your wife nobleman? What of your child? Was it worth it? A question you have to ask yourself every day for the rest of your life.

>Inventory:

+ Ornate Bracer of the Household Guard

>Skills:

+ Polearms (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Bitter] You are cynical, hurtful and can be more than a little shitty to people trying to help you at times. This goes hand in hand with sad memories of your families. Alcohol can help out at times.

>Bonuses:

+ [Household Guard] You have been trained to protect and abilities like that don't just vanish over time. You are excellent when it comes to protecting people and can take a blow for somebody else when they are within your reach. You are also vigilant and a trap for any pickpocket.

Rolled 47, 17 = 64 (2d100)

Name: Oo'ka B'aa

Fluff: A medicine man from a place to the southeast, where the hot sun watches over the Gazelle, the Lion, and the Elephant.

When he arrived believe him to be a giant, and in a sense they are correct.

The people of his region had skin dark as the bark of blackwood, and were already taller than the "pale men". But tribe were known as the Ae'bweya, in their language "The Tall Men" for their great height, towering over their own kin. They lived in a "castle" of stone and mud baked by the sun, on a great mound built by their ancestors long ago.

Perhaps this explains why ever since his arrival the only men he could speak to without looking down were on horse, and why he must bend his back to navigate the short roofs of the cold grey stone of the pale men.

With the Uhlmannen came the end of the tribe, they tore down the catles of their ancestors, and those who survived fled, as he did. Over great distances he lead them, seeking to flee the "Horse barbarians" as far as the ends of the world. And that's where they seem to have ended up in. A strange land, with strange people and strange tongues, and the sky is bitter and cold, and the nights long.

All they have left of their former life is held in the hands of Oo'ka B'aa, their greatest artifact, a chieftans great club of strange black metal.

Believed it to be magic, it given to them by by the first man of their family many generations ago, and legended that he wrested from the Pharaoh of the lands of sand, who himself was gifted it by the gods, for through generations it neither rusts nor tarnishes.

>Inventory:

+ The Cock of Osiris (Black Metal Club)

>Skills:

+ Medicine (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Exotic] You are a rare sight. The guards will recognize you easily and people try to go out of your way. The church may also not approve what they believe to be your heathenous ways. People are generally inclined to trust you less.

>Bonuses:

+ [Giant] You are two heads taller than a normal man. You are considerably stronger than them as well, granting you a bonus in all things physical. Except for hiding of course.

1. Look for a shady place in the forest I can build a hut to live in.

2. See what kind of game are here, and if they can be cooked well with my spices and herbs.

Rolled 65, 75 = 140 (2d100)

>>2088

Name: Edmund Pillory

Fluff: Sir Edmund has hidden a terrible secret from his family. For years he has used the best makeup and disguises money could buy to hide his true nature. He wore concealing cloaks, practiced squawking in four different languages, and hid his 'skin condition' from view. You see, Edmund Pillory is a bird. There is no bird more honorable and noble in all the world, however, and he defends his family name to the last, even if it means his secret is discovered.

You are a bird posing as a man. Well actually you are a man thinking he is a bird posing as a man. Even centuries from now they would not fully be able to understand your condition. Perhaps god had played a cruel joke on you, but ever since you can remember you've kept this secret from everyone else. Your greatest power, but possibly your achilles heel as well.

>Inventory:

+ Sigil of Flame

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Dueling (50)

>Flaws:

+ [The Bird Issue] If somebody discovers your secret you are compelled to obey their commands in order for them not to reveal your terrible secret. This would not prevent you from killing them. Of course only if they specifically found out that you are a bird pretending to be human, not a human thinking he is a bird pretending to be human. The latter would be a ridiculous lie.

+ [Bird Talk] Sometimes you can't resist and just chirp along with the birds.

>Bonuses:

+ [The Phoenix Sigil] You are uncertain what it does, has to be some sort of riddle. Better be careful and don't destroy your family heirloom. Though if you could open it somehow, who knew what would be inside?

1 - What degradation! Pecking at old bread and begging for scraps! This is indignation for any man, not least Edmund son of Elbrus Pillory! Still old bird, you've faced hard times before. Pick yourself up and act normal, we've work to do. Chief among things I will need is money. With money comes all other things.

[Look for a job]

2 - There must be an inkwell and pen I can take to claw, so I can write my surviving family! Wiviker, good and humble Wiviker! If anyone had come here, it would be he! I saw him not three days ago.

[Send word of my arrival to Wiviker and the other Pillories, if they can be found]

Rolled 9, 46 = 55 (2d100)

Name: Urok "The Mad" Ni'aa

Fluff: Similarly to B'aa, Ni'aa brands himself a medicine man…though many would argue that Ni'aa's "cures" are too sinister to be branded as mere remedies.

Take a terminal case of jungle rot on the face, for example. Most practitioners of the herbal arts would say there is nothing that can be done to save the patient. Urok would disagree…wash one's face in the blood of an infant under the light of a full moon, sacrifice to the spirits, and all shall be well. It is these cures that have branded Urok a miracle worker, a heretic, and, most famous of all, the moniker of "The Mad"

When the horse barbarians came, Urok was displaced for miles upon miles of land. Now finding himself in a strange new land with new customs, and an entirely increasingly wary society of his practices, all Urok has left is family and his heirloom of three shrunken heads. Urok swears to the ancestral spirits that the heads "show him the light when he is lost," though every other member of the family has never heard anything from the heirloom.

>Inventory:

+ Three Shrunk Heads (Family Heirloom)

>Skills:

+ "Alternative Healing Methods" (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Exotic] You are a rare sight. The guards will recognize you easily and people try to go out of your way. The church may also not approve what they believe to be your heathenous ways. People are generally inclined to trust you less.

>Bonuses:

+ [Black Magic] You know some things that would be hard to explain to anyone, especially these White men who have no idea what they are doing. The rituals are nasty to say the least, however they do show results. Needless to say this will be perceived as wholly heretic and they'd probably burn you by the stake if they ever found you practicing in public.

1. It is in these trying times that the spirits must be consulted for guidance. Of course for the spirits to hear out any plea, live sacrifice is needed. Rats and various types of vermin coat these streets with their milky white feces, and so should be easy enough to gather. Urok would beg for enough coins to purchase enough mouse traps and begin his work.

2. In the process of begging, Urok would wander the slums searching for those that needed healing. It is good to build trust among these strange white people…much better than being burned at the stake…

Name: Meles Del Arco

Fluff: He was once a great man of wealth and power and the son of one of the great nobles…until the plague came he had to run there was nothing else to do so he fled against his own will to the west looking for a new life

Inventory: +Cloak of Infinite Dreams

Skills: [Do not fill this out]

Flaws: [Do not fill this out]

Bonuses: [Do not fill this out]

Rolled 64, 60 = 124 (2d100)

>>2088

Name: Wikiver Nation

Fluff: A young man with an even temper. Although he is honorable his is also quite greedy and lustful. He was learning to become a true lord when his family lands were invaded. His father pushed the family sword, which is made from a strange golden metal and forged in a strange shape, into hands and sent him away. Now he is here.

Inventory: The Dragon Fang

Skills: Swordfighting (50)

+ Serpent Blade Combat (50)

Flaws: + [Greedy] You have a hard time letting go of gold, people you have to pay do not appreciate this.

+ [Lustful] You like a good tumble, this comes with some expertise in the area. Women find it hard to resist you however the feeling is mutual. Be careful not to hurt the ones you love.

Bonuses: [Wielder of the Dragon Fang] Your weapon is your father's blade. It is not magic, only a fool would believe that, but if handled right the blade dances almost as if alive, sneaking past scales of armor and cutting deep into enemy flesh. You've also never cut yourself on this one before.

1. I should find some sort of work. I may be a noble but I am also a broke noble. Maybe as some sort of instructor for some noble born or something. Oh dear, this may be harder than I thought.

2. It is good to see that Edmund is good, although seemingly in a similar position as I am. I should send back that I am glad to see he his fine, that I am in good health, and that I am currently looking for a source of income. It is good to keep in contact with family.

Rolled 45, 57 = 102 (2d100)

>>2090

Name: Sigurd Nation

Fluff: Sigurd is the oldest surviving member of the once-grand Nation family, father to many of it's strongest children and at one point a greatly-respected man for his rational judgement and skill at arms - and he had it all taken away in an instant. Few of his children still breathe, his house lies in financial and popular ruin and one of his eyes was burned to uselessness, making even combat difficult for the aging man. His brothers and sisters all lie missing or dead as well, and taking care of their children and re-assembling the great house of Nation from it's ashes has fallen onto his shoulders. Perhaps the most shameful thing to him was the loss of his grand blade and armor, things he desperately seeks back.

>Inventory:

+ Ancestor's Pendant

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (75)

+ Leadership (25)

>Flaws:

+ [Aging] You become older every year and slowly your skill at arms begins to degrade. The guilt and ridicule do nothing to improve the situation. It's only rubbing more salt into old wounds.

>Bonuses:

+ [Old Dog New Tricks] Even though you are growing older every year you do not intend to leave your family with nothing. While your body may not act the ways it used to your mind is still more than focused on the task. You are determined to do what is necessary and in order to protect your family you can still perform feats of grandeur.

1/2 How revoltingly degrading. Thrown out of my house, family killed or stolen, ridiculed on the streets… I can hardly believe it. I must find those who survive of our grand family at once. We must be united in these hard times, through any means I have of finding them. It is of the utmost importance. They are in desperate need of a guiding hand at this moment more than our Family and it's illustrious members have ever needed before.

Rolled 36, 25 = 61 (2d100)

>>2089

Name: Bartholomew Nation

Fluff: Bartholomew Nation is a very pious man. He had been raised to be the realms next religious leader, but that was before the heathens invaded. Their desecrated our holy sites and spat upon God. As their lands burned around him Bartholomew swore vengeance. He took upon himself the role of an Avenger of God by claiming the holy relic and set off to distant lands. One day he shall return and he would have his revenge.

>Inventory:

+ Scythe of Vengance

>Skills:

+ Scythe Fighting (50)

+ Preaching (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Wrath] You are a rather angry person and have a quick temper whenever it comes to things unholy.

>Bonuses:

+ [One True God] You find easy acceptance amongst the clergy. They will harbor you and care for you as you are faith incarnate. You will of course be expected to do some good deeds for the church from time to time. The poor and broken also flock to you as they see redemption in following your path.

1-2. Bartholomew will go to the Church to join to pray. He will spend no less than seven hours praying to God, reciting various bible verses and begging, not for forgiveness of the acts that he will commit but, that God will guide his hand as on his quest of righteousness and holy vengeance. He will end his prayer session reciting a specific verse.

“For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men.”

Rolled 33, 62 = 95 (2d100)

>>2088

>Name:Vivian Nation

>Fluff: Vivian was alone crying in the rubble. The mercenaries hired to destroy the castle decided that grabbing a baby girl to "use" once she grows up seemed like a sound idea. That was until they realized that they had spent so much time and effort taking care of this girl, that they couldn't rape her. By the time she was 18 she was already fighting like the best of them. When one of the men finally got pissed at her one day and told her how they all raped and killed most of her family, torched her home, and even stole her fathers sword, she took it quiet well. She ripped out the throat of the one who told her, took the sword off of his corpse, and told the others she was going to need some "alone time", but considering her personality that was very rational.

>Inventory:

+ Father's Sword

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Survival (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Hard Goodbye] You are not exactly on good terms with your old mercenary band and word travels fast. This may be trouble in the long run.

>Bonus:

+ [Tough Girl] You're a tough girl, you've spent your life on the road and don't mind eating moldy food from time to time. Though you do still have some bonding issues this will assist you further in combat and survival.

1:"Well I better get to work lookin for anyone who heard bout the Nation Family"

2:"And while I'm at it might a'well wet my tongue and ah pub"

Rolled 89, 80 = 169 (2d100)

Name: Elise Nation

Fluff: Poorly positioned to ever inherit anything from her parents, Elise turned her eye to trade in order to forge her own path in the world. Though never wildly successful, her path has led her to participate in a variety of travels and businesses, including raising a mercenary band to aid a Lord her family owed a debt to. With news of her family's lands fallen to invaders, Elise has turned her focus to rumors that some of her kin survived.

Inventory:

+ Cross Necklace Bearning the Family's Coat of Arms

Skills:

+ Haggling (100)

Flaws:

+ [Female] It's not really your fault when you think about it and it's not all that bad. People constantly understimate you which is good for business, but they will often try to give you irrationally bad prices and sometimes outright refuse to trade with you. Seeing as you have no man at your side they often make lewd suggestions which you have learned to ignore over the years.

Bonuses:

+ [Independent] You have made it once and you can make it again. Of course this time you have a family to care about however you can handle yourself in most situations. You receive a bonus to haggling and trade in general.

1.

Knowing not where her kin are within or even if they are within Weissburg's walls, Elise seeks out the local church. Any respectable priest would aid her in finding her family, or perhaps just allow her to sleep on the floor for a night.

2.

Perhaps the priest has some tasks that need completing, or knows of a merchant family willing to allow me to earn at least a meal or proper clothes through honest work.

Rolled 59, 72 = 131 (2d100)

>>2090

Name: Icterus Nation

Fluff: Nearly killed in the fighting for their home castle, Icterus is the sole survivor of the former Household Guard. Middle aged, he has been 'adopted' into the family in recognition of his brave acts. Those brave acts, however, cost him his home and his true family, and he finds himself more than a little bitter.

Inventory: [Do not fill this out] Ornate Bracer

Skills: Polearms (100)

Flaws: [Bitter] You are cynical, hurtful and can be more than a little shitty to people trying to help you at times. This goes hand in hand with sad memories of your families. Alcohol can help out at times.

Bonuses: [Household Guard] You have been trained to protect and abilities like that don't just vanish over time. You are excellent when it comes to protecting people and can take a blow for somebody else when they are within your reach. You are also vigilant and a trap for any pickpocket.

1. Accompany and aid Lord Sigurd >>2099 in his duties.

2. Search for temporary employment for some coin. Can't buy weapons… or booze… without coin.

>>2093

You start looking around for things to make a hut. Ground here is considerably different from back home and you don't find any clay. For now you collect a bunch of sticks for your basic home.

You find some game, it looks like hyenas, but not as big and with less punctured fur. It's just simple grey. The animal runs off when it sees you.

>Inventory:

+ Some Sticks

>Skills:

+ Searching (1)

>>2094

You find a job at a local tavern to take care of people who get rowdy. It's not the world but the guy offers to pay you in food, drink and a place to stay. He says you can also stab people if they make an act, but refrain from harming any nobles.

Your letter reaches your brother! Surprised that you actually managed to send it without any money that didn't matter.

Soon he is in the same location as you and god be good he even had the same job as you! Look at you two working together again. Though you weren't getting paid in money.

Reminiscing about the good life of the past you are quickly surprised by the owner who wants you to take care of somebody who is unable to pay their tab. You walk in to find a temperate pretty young woman who quickly got off of her stool and drew a sword. She did not seem familiar, though you immediately recognized the sigil on the sword.

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

>Skills:

+ Intimidation (1)

+ Luck (2)

>>2095

You begged, but people would only stare at you and try to stay as far away from you as they can. Perhaps they believe it is some sort of punishment by god. A little disheartened you make your way to the slums where all the poor people reside. Here and there you find them with odd diseases. Flesh rotting from their bones, ones with festering eyes, staring into blind nothingness. You could help them, if only you had the tools.

>Skills:

+ Searching (1)

>>2098

You almost had the job but in the end you couldn't convince the Noble that you were the right man to teach his daughter, though he did call you a very intriguing liar who could handle himself well with words.

Having received the letter from your brother you swiftly walk there, before you had as much as entered the place the owner is already pushing the bouncer job on you. A place to stay and food in exchange for work. No pay unless something real happened. You get the bunk next to your brother.

You were already talking about good times with your brother when suddenly the owner called you. Some scruffy scrawny woman that wasn't able to pay her tab. You quickly made your way to the front where she quickly got up from the stool. While she didn't look the least bit familiar her sword sure did.

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

>Skills:

+ Intimidation (2)

+ Luck (1)

>>2104

>>2093

You start looking around for things to make a hut. Ground here is considerably different from back home and you don't find any clay. For now you collect a bunch of sticks for your basic home.

You find some game, it looks like hyenas, but not as big and with less punctured fur. It's just simple grey. The animal runs off when it sees you.

>Inventory:

+ Some Sticks

>Skills:

+ Searching (1)

>>2094

You find a job at a local tavern to take care of people who get rowdy. It's not the world but the guy offers to pay you in food, drink and a place to stay. He says you can also stab people if they make an act, but refrain from harming any nobles.

Your letter reaches your brother! Surprised that you actually managed to send it without any money that didn't matter.

Soon he is in the same location as you and god be good he even had the same job as you! Look at you two working together again. Though you weren't getting paid in money.

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

>Skills:

+ Intimidation (1)

+ Luck (2)

>>2095

You begged, but people would only stare at you and try to stay as far away from you as they can. Perhaps they believe it is some sort of punishment by god. A little disheartened you make your way to the slums where all the poor people reside. Here and there you find them with odd diseases. Flesh rotting from their bones, ones with festering eyes, staring into blind nothingness. You could help them, if only you had the tools.

>Skills:

+ Searching (1)

>>2098

You almost had the job but in the end you couldn't convince the Noble that you were the right man to teach his daughter, though he did call you a very intriguing liar who could handle himself well with words.

Having received the letter from your brother you swiftly walk there, before you had as much as entered the place the owner is already pushing the bouncer job on you. A place to stay and food in exchange for work. No pay unless something real happened. You get the bunk next to your brother.

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

>Skills:

+ Intimidation (2)

+ Luck (1)

>>2099

Family is an important thing, now more than ever. Accompanied by Icterus your former Household Guard whom you adopted into the family you search far and wide however it is not easy to find your own amongst the countless masses. For a moment you saw a black man you thought you recognized, however he quickyl disappeared deeper into the slums.

As you are about to loose heart you run into Elise. It's been some time since you've last seen her, she set out to become a famous trader long ago and helped out every here and there. It would seem she is down on her luck as well. Together you climb the steps to the Church's Cathedral only to find Bartholomew praying inside. The world was a small place after all it seemed. The church would grant you a place to stay and food seeing as you were with Bartholomew. Though they did not seem to appreciate Icterus' rather bitter attitude.

After a bit of nagging Elise manages to procure clothing for you and Bartholomew as well. Nothing fancy, but it's intact and clean.

>Inventory:

+ Priest Robe

>Skills:

+ Searching (2)

+ Luck (1)

>>2105

>>2100

As you sit in the church praying for guidance you are surprised by two of your family members as well as one of the Household Guards, Sigurd and Elise, a bit further behind them Icterus. While Elise did not particularly uphold the traditional duties of a woman she did not act against the faith's guidelines while Sigurd was fanatic in his role as family protector. Certainly god had a plan for you.

You and your two family members are given a place to rest as well as food. You will be allowed to stay in the church for as long as you need to, however they may request recompensation of some kind from time to time.

After Elise nags them about it you are also given new clothing, wide church robes to replace your rags. Nothing fancy, but you require nothing fancy. You note how Icterus largely stays in the back, you didn't remember whether he was a very pious man, though you do remember he had a wife and child.

>Inventory:

+ Priest Robe

>Skills:

+ Zeal (3)

>>2101

You look around far and wide but you find nobody. Perhaps you've just lost your nack for it? Who knows. Either way you should probably get something to drink, there was a pub nearby that looked like your kind of place. Not too shabby but certainly not too high class. You get inside and get yourself a good ale. It is only then that you realize you have nothing to pay with.

The owner is not amused and quickly two guys stand behind you. You quickly get up. This could mean trouble. For a moment you stop. These two didn't really look familiar, but the sigil on the sword sure did.

>Skills:

+ Drinking (1)

>>2102

As you make your way to the church a beggar stops you. He has an old and weathered face. It takes you a few seconds to recognized Sigurd, he is accompanied by a member of his Household Guard. He looked just as shitty, you merely recognized him because of the Ornate Bracer. It's been a while since you've last seen Siggurd, but a friendly face right now is more worth than anything else. Together you make your way to the church where you run into Bartholomew.

He is pieous as ever, though perhaps more zealous since you've last seen him. Certainly he would attribute this meeting to the will of god, but would you really disagree with him? A fortunate coincidence no doubt.

As you are with Bartholomew the priest is vivid to show you to your beds, certainly modest, but beds none the less. You will receive food as well, however the church may require some recompensation later on. As you continue to talk to one of the priests you notice that old habbits die hard and soon you have aquired some loose, but clean and intact clothing for you and your two relatives.

As you are about to turn back to get undressed you notice an argument between the Guard and one of the priests, something over a petty mention of something you didn't quite catch. You quickly mediate and sway the priest, though they may not be on good terms it seems you have prevented the worst.

>Inventory:

+ Priest Robes

>Skills:

+ Haggling (6)

+ Mediation (3)

>>2103

You follow Sigurd around for some time searching through the streets. Finally he finds someone he recognizes. A woman. She's rather pretty if one liked the type that enjoyed challenging her husband. You wondered if she had been married. You continued onwards to the church. Letting out an inner sigh you stepped inside where you found another member of your family. You remembered this one. A religious fanatic. Perhaps you were unjust and fanatic was too strong of a word, but he had always been rather focused on religion.

You were given clothes and a place to stay as he vouched for you and his relatives. Actually that did include you now. Still hadn't gotten used to it.

Everything was going rather well until a comment about god brought you into trouble, your argument was already getting louder and Sigurd or Bartholomew as he was called would have almost heard, however the woman quickly jumped in and mediated.

You didn't like it here and would rather have a job, but what could one do in the church? After some asking around you manage to scare off one of the altar boys and manage to secure yourself a position for scrubbing floors. It pays like shit, but it pays.

>Job:

+ Scrubbing Church Floor +2 Copper/turn

>Skills:

+ Loyalty (2)

Rolled 15, 55 = 70 (2d100)

Name: Urok "The Mad" Ni'aa

Fluff: Similarly to B'aa, Ni'aa brands himself a medicine man…though many would argue that Ni'aa's "cures" are too sinister to be branded as mere remedies.

Take a terminal case of jungle rot on the face, for example. Most practitioners of the herbal arts would say there is nothing that can be done to save the patient. Urok would disagree…wash one's face in the blood of an infant under the light of a full moon, sacrifice to the spirits, and all shall be well. It is these cures that have branded Urok a miracle worker, a heretic, and, most famous of all, the moniker of "The Mad"

When the horse barbarians came, Urok was displaced for miles upon miles of land. Now finding himself in a strange new land with new customs, and an entirely increasingly wary society of his practices, all Urok has left is family and his heirloom of three shrunken heads. Urok swears to the ancestral spirits that the heads "show him the light when he is lost," though every other member of the family has never heard anything from the heirloom.

>Inventory:

+ Three Shrunk Heads (Family Heirloom)

>Skills:

+ "Alternative Healing Methods" (100)

+ Searching (1)

>Flaws:

+ [Exotic] You are a rare sight. The guards will recognize you easily and people try to go out of your way. The church may also not approve what they believe to be your heathenous ways. People are generally inclined to trust you less.

>Bonuses:

+ [Black Magic] You know some things that would be hard to explain to anyone, especially these White men who have no idea what they are doing. The rituals are nasty to say the least, however they do show results. Needless to say this will be perceived as wholly heretic and they'd probably burn you by the stake if they ever found you practicing in public.

1-2 Search for a job as some kind of assistant to an alchemist or a physician. Such a position would afford me access to much needed medical components and reagents.

Rolled 98, 15 = 113 (2d100)

>>2106

>>Name:Vivian Nation

>>Fluff: Vivian was alone crying in the rubble. The mercenaries hired to destroy the castle decided that grabbing a baby girl to "use" once she grows up seemed like a sound idea. That was until they realized that they had spent so much time and effort taking care of this girl, that they couldn't rape her. By the time she was 18 she was already fighting like the best of them. When one of the men finally got pissed at her one day and told her how they all raped and killed most of her family, torched her home, and even stole her fathers sword, she took it quiet well. She ripped out the throat of the one who told her, took the sword off of his corpse, and told the others she was going to need some "alone time", but considering her personality that was very rational.

>>Inventory:

>+ Father's Sword

>>Skills:

>+ Swordfighting (50)

>+ Survival (50)

>>Flaws:

>+ [Hard Goodbye] You are not exactly on good terms with your old mercenary band and word travels fast. This may be trouble in the long run.

>>Bonus:

>+ [Tough Girl] You're a tough girl, you've spent your life on the road and don't mind eating moldy food from time to time. Though you do still have some bonding issues this will assist you further in combat and survival.

1-2:"Now mates I'm sure we can come to a peacfu-" Punch the fuckers in the dick and grab my sword.

Rolled 58, 37 = 95 (2d100)

Name: Oo'ka B'aa

Fluff: A medicine man from a place to the southeast, where the hot sun watches over the Gazelle, the Lion, and the Elephant.

When he arrived believe him to be a giant, and in a sense they are correct.

The people of his region had skin dark as the bark of blackwood, and were already taller than the "pale men". But tribe were known as the Ae'bweya, in their language "The Tall Men" for their great height, towering over their own kin. They lived in a "castle" of stone and mud baked by the sun, on a great mound built by their ancestors long ago.

Perhaps this explains why ever since his arrival the only men he could speak to without looking down were on horse, and why he must bend his back to navigate the short roofs of the cold grey stone of the pale men.

With the Uhlmannen came the end of the tribe, they tore down the catles of their ancestors, and those who survived fled, as he did. Over great distances he lead them, seeking to flee the "Horse barbarians" as far as the ends of the world. And that's where they seem to have ended up in. A strange land, with strange people and strange tongues, and the sky is bitter and cold, and the nights long.

All they have left of their former life is held in the hands of Oo'ka B'aa, their greatest artifact, a chieftans great club of strange black metal.

Believed it to be magic, it given to them by by the first man of their family many generations ago, and legended that he wrested from the Pharaoh of the lands of sand, who himself was gifted it by the gods, for through generations it neither rusts nor tarnishes.

1. Go to the river and see if there are any reeds around here for a good blow dart, for the animals here are swift just as home.

+ Searching (1)

2. Go to a nearby bold boulder and a grab stone to grind some of my sleep poison from herbs in my pack, for the blowdarts. Perfect for putting down beasts or tenderizing men.

Rolled 92, 19 = 111 (2d100)

Name: Wikiver Nation

Fluff: A young man with an even temper. Although he is honorable his is also quite greedy and lustful. He was learning to become a true lord when his family lands were invaded. His father pushed the family sword, which is made from a strange golden metal and forged in a strange shape, into hands and sent him away. Now he is here.

Inventory: The Dragon Fang

Skills: Swordfighting (50)

+ Serpent Blade Combat (50)

+ Intimidation (2)

+ Luck (1)

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

Flaws: + [Greedy] You have a hard time letting go of gold, people you have to pay do not appreciate this.

+ [Lustful] You like a good tumble, this comes with some expertise in the area. Women find it hard to resist you however the feeling is mutual. Be careful not to hurt the ones you love.

Bonuses: [Wielder of the Dragon Fang] Your weapon is your father's blade. It is not magic, only a fool would believe that, but if handled right the blade dances almost as if alive, sneaking past scales of armor and cutting deep into enemy flesh. You've also never cut yourself on this one before.

1&2. Unsheathe my sword and be ready. Start moving around her towards the entrance so she doesn't dash. Try to start up a conversation, mainly about where she got the sword. If she stole the sword she will not be making it out of here.

>>2100

>>2099

"Uncle Sigurd! Cousin Bartholomew!"

… "I'm sorry, I don't recognize you. Cousin…? >>2103

Rolled 57, 78 = 135 (2d100)

>>2106

Name: Icterus Nation

Fluff: Nearly killed in the fighting for their home castle, Icterus is the sole survivor of the former Household Guard. Middle aged, he has been 'adopted' into the family in recognition of his brave acts. Those brave acts, however, cost him his home and his true family, and he finds himself more than a little bitter.

Inventory: Ornate Bracer, 2 Copper

Skills: Polearms (100), Loyalty (2)

Job: Scrubbing Church Floor +2 Copper/Turn

Flaws: [Bitter] You are cynical, hurtful and can be more than a little shitty to people trying to help you at times. This goes hand in hand with sad memories of your families. Alcohol can help out at times.

Bonuses: [Household Guard] You have been trained to protect and abilities like that don't just vanish over time. You are excellent when it comes to protecting people and can take a blow for somebody else when they are within your reach. You are also vigilant and a trap for any pickpocket.

>>2112

"Icterus. Former member of our Household Guard. -Now- your cousin." Icterus draws his features into a stalwart sort of scowl.

1. Accompany Lord Sigurd and the other newfound members of the House, protecting them.

2. Keep an ear out while scrubbing those floors, for any noteworthy information.

>>2113

"I'm sorry we couldn't meet in kinder times, Icterus." Resisting the urge to cry, Elise forces a weak smile. "I had begun to fear that I'd never find anyone who survived, and everyone demanded coin for nothing but hearsay."

Rolled 1, 36 = 37 (2d100)

>>2105

Name: Sigurd Nation

Fluff: Sigurd is the oldest surviving member of the once-grand Nation family, father to many of it's strongest children and at one point a greatly-respected man for his rational judgement and skill at arms - and he had it all taken away in an instant. Few of his children still breathe, his house lies in financial and popular ruin and one of his eyes was burned to uselessness, making even combat difficult for the aging man. His brothers and sisters all lie missing or dead as well, and taking care of their children and re-assembling the great house of Nation from it's ashes has fallen onto his shoulders. Perhaps the most shameful thing to him was the loss of his grand blade and armor, things he desperately seeks back.

>Inventory:

+ Ancestor's Pendant

+ Priest Robe

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (75)

+ Leadership (25)

+ Searching (2)

+ Luck (1)

>Flaws:

+ [Aging] You become older every year and slowly your skill at arms begins to degrade. The guilt and ridicule do nothing to improve the situation. It's only rubbing more salt into old wounds.

>Bonuses:

+ [Old Dog New Tricks] Even though you are growing older every year you do not intend to leave your family with nothing. While your body may not act the ways it used to your mind is still more than focused on the task. You are determined to do what is necessary and in order to protect your family you can still perform feats of grandeur.

>>2112

>>2113

>>2114

Sigurd gave a weary smile upon seeing his niece, the runaway merchant like a light in the darkness to his old face. "Be at ease, Icterus,", the aging man said in the tone of a gentle man who knew he carried a big stick. "It was a simple mistake. You are as much a member of our shattered Family as those of my blood. It is the least we can do." The large, graying man then turned to Elise. "We are together now - even should it just be the four of us. Our house may be shattered…", pausing for dramatic effect, "But it is anything except lost."

1. Seek out more of the family, anywhere, somewhere.

2. Pay attention to those of the Church - see if someone if this great house of God might be able to help our downtrodden house, restore it's honor and grace, offer advice or a manor to claim as our own, anything to watch those barbarians thwarted and destroyed. They made a grave mistake by leaving me alive after forcing me to watch my sons murdered and daughters raped. It will be their last one. This, I, Sigurd son of Martin, First of his name and Lord of house Nation, do solemnly swear.

>>2114

"Scattered to the four winds. Those that weren't fast or already gone are dead in the rubble. It was one to a hundred." He wipes soap suds off of his bracer as he speaks. "It's nothing but ash and gravel, now. Don't let anyone happen to convince you otherwise. If any of your… -our- house still remain, either they'll find their way here or they'll continue on as they have."

>>2115

>>2116

"I'm sorry, uncle. I should not have strayed so far." She didn't have the heart to ask of her father, mother or siblings. Not after Icterus spoke.

"I'll seek out a merchant or tradesman. I should be more than capable of assisting with their sales or teaching literacy to an apprentice. W-with your permission, of course… uncle."

>>2065

Name: Karlington Nation

Fluff: Always more of a black sheep of the family, he apprenticed under a skilled trader at a young age and found the trades suited him much more then the royal life. He accepted a large lump sum payment to start his own venture much at his fathers dismay and then disappeared to his own devices. Before he left he was gifted his fathers Ornate Chalice which bears the families sigil.

Inventory: Golden Gem Encrusted Chalice

Skills:

Flaws:

Bonuses:

Rolled 81, 42 = 123 (2d100)

>>2106

Name: Elise Nation

Fluff: Poorly positioned to ever inherit anything from her parents, Elise turned her eye to trade in order to forge her own path in the world. Though never wildly successful, her path has led her to participate in a variety of travels and businesses, including raising a mercenary band to aid a Lord her family owed a debt to. With news of her family's lands fallen to invaders, Elise has turned her focus to rumors that some of her kin survived.

Inventory:

+ Cross Necklace Bearning the Family's Coat of Arms

+Priest Robes

Skills:

+ Haggling (106)

+ Mediation (3)

Flaws:

+ [Female] It's not really your fault when you think about it and it's not all that bad. People constantly understimate you which is good for business, but they will often try to give you irrationally bad prices and sometimes outright refuse to trade with you. Seeing as you have no man at your side they often make lewd suggestions which you have learned to ignore over the years.

Bonuses:

+ [Independent] You have made it once and you can make it again. Of course this time you have a family to care about however you can handle yourself in most situations. You receive a bonus to haggling and trade in general.

1&2

Seek out a Merchant or Tradesman willing to take on a woman to assist their sales or teach an apprentice/child/wife basic literacy or math.

Gotta make some coin!

>>2118

Sigurd nodded, his scarred face even more tired than it had been at the beginning of the conversation. His one good eye turned away, too filled with sorrow to respond to the girl as he went to hunt for more members of the family, unaware of whatever disaster might be about to occur.

>>2119

Business did not go exactly as planned. At your young age you were naiive tossing your money around thinking nobody would notice. Oh but they did and it drew attention. The wrong kind. Soon criminals from one end of the kingdom to the other had it out for you and you were far beyond your family's reach. Lucky to have escaped with your life and a lesson you managed to hide out and make your way to Weissstadt with the Golden Gem Encrusted Chalice you were once gifted.

>Inventory:

+ Golden Gem Encrusted Family Chalice

>Skills:

+ Haggling (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Bonding Issues] Perhaps your mother didn't pay you enough attention, perhaps it reminds you of the inevitability of death, whatever the reason is you are afraid of maintaining close relations with people.

>Bonuses:

+ [Golden Nose] No matter how easily you've lost it you are by far not as naiive as you once were. Now you've got a business plan and your mind set on it. You receive a bonus to business.

You can take your actions for this turn.

Rolled 92, 90 = 182 (2d100)

>>2124

Name: Karlington Nation

Fluff: Always more of a black sheep of the family, he apprenticed under a skilled trader at a young age and found the trades suited him much more then the royal life. He accepted a large lump sum payment to start his own venture much at his fathers dismay and then disappeared to his own devices. Before he left he was gifted his fathers Ornate Chalice which bears the families sigil.

>Inventory:

+ Golden Gem Encrusted Family Chalice

>Skills:

+ Haggling (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Bonding Issues] Perhaps your mother didn't pay you enough attention, perhaps it reminds you of the inevitability of death, whatever the reason is you are afraid of maintaining close relations with people.

>Bonuses:

+ [Golden Nose] No matter how easily you've lost it you are by far not as naiive as you once were. Now you've got a business plan and your mind set on it. You receive a bonus to business.

1: Its a sad thing to do but this chalice is worth a lot.. We need some startup capital.. Sell it, obviously haggling for a more then fair price.. It won't be hard to find again someday.

2: Use the funds raised from that to buy a plot of land and build a tavern on the river.. Just the basics. We can grow this into an empire from here. (+Business Sense)

>>2127

It was not your choice to be tossed into the rough hands of barbarians. It wasn't a fate your mother wanted for you either but people do odd things to appease others. And so your mother had another child and her letters grew less and less until they stopped all together. Meanwhile you learned the Barbarian's trade, living live on horseback. You left behind one of the warchief's daughters who loved you dearly and set out to find your family. Unfortunately for you she did not appreciate your honesty as to what honor demanded of you and your armor was severely damaged in your heartfelt last goodbye.

You managed to run off far enough when you had to leave behind your horse and hide out as half a horde of riders set out to capture you and bring you back. However eventually you managed to loose them and make your way to Weissstadt where, as rumor has it, the remains of your family are said to reside.

>Inventory:

+ Spear of Terenation

>Skills:

+ Polearms (50)

+ Riding (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Unfortunate Past] Cursed being both hunted by the barbarians yet being almost indestinguishable from one you will have to take shit from both sides.

>Bonuses:

+ [A Woman's Scorn] Once your Spear was a family heirloom but ever since you have officially been married to the Warchief's daughter she cared for it with all her heart. And even the men on the far side of the Barbarian's empire know, love is a force to be reknogned with. Now that you left her behind who knows what that means for the spear.

>>2065

Name: Deiphobus Nation

Fluff: Deiphobus is an industrious young man. A bit of a people pleaser, sure, but he really likes to be known as a man who can get things done. He was trained in warcraft before his family was ousted, so he could put up a fight if someone tries to take his remaining possessions by force. But an observant thief wouldn't have to use force, as Deiphobus can be a bit too trusting at times… The one thing he would never give away is the Rosary his father and mother gave him, one they had blessed by Pope Gregory VII before he passed on.

Inventory: [Do not fill this out] (One Family Heirloom of your Choice)

Skills: [Do not fill this out]

Flaws: [Do not fill this out]

Bonuses: [Do not fill this out]

>>2129

There is nothing wrong with being trusting. After all lots of people are trusting and not everyone is evil and out to do you in. That is you. Those are your thoughts. Just listen to yourself. Machiavelli who didn't even exist yet and probably will never in this universe is turning in an undefined space. But you manage. It was not treachery and deception that brought your family to it's knees. It was brute force, a speer formed by countless riders. A man made beast swallowing century old traditions and constructions like they were nothing.

>Inventory:

+ Golden Cross blessed by the Patriarch

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (75)

+ Mediate (25)

>Flaws:

+ [Trusting] You trust just about anyone on anything, the only lie you have probably ever seen through in your life is a feint in combat. You even have a hard time believing you got tricked if it already happened and somebody is laying it out for you.

>Bonuses:

+ [People Pleaser] You are a people pleaser. Even though or perhaps exactly because you are such a trusting personality you mange to please people (mostly) in a lingual and calming way, though more cynical people can be driven insane by your sheer trustingness.

You can post this turn.

Rolled 32, 15 = 47 (2d100)

Name: Aiska Nation

Fluff: Born with different eyes and hair, Aiska was presented to the "barbarians" at a very young age as a peace offering between our people. Raised as one of them, but always at an arms length, Aiska is almost unrecognizable between them. Quickly growing up to be one of their most talented soldiers, when news came that they had destroyed his lands and slaughtered his family, he quickly ran away from his trusty spear and went to the closest kingdom that would be fairly safe from his "family". Now, he seeks a new purpose in his life and career..

>Inventory:

+ Spear of Terenation

>Skills:

+ Polearms (50)

+ Riding (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Unfortunate Past] Cursed being both hunted by the barbarians yet being almost indistinguishable from one you will have to take shit from both sides.

>Bonuses:

+ [A Woman's Scorn] Once your Spear was a family heirloom but ever since you have officially been married to the Warchief's daughter she cared for it with all her heart. And even the men on the far side of the Barbarian's empire know, love is a force to be reknogned with. Now that you left her behind who knows what that means for the spear.

1; I gotta hear what's the word, get a good grasp on the situation here before I make the next step

2; See if there's a fighting pits here or something similar. Maybe I can make some money with my spearwork

>>2065

>>Name: Natasha Lyubov Nation (the clue is all players are members of the same family)

>>Fluff: Found as a orphan in Lyubov House for Orphans, she was a churchgoing little girl who's aspiring to help others. But as Natasha saw other boys being squires to noble knights and warriors and other girls being nuns, bar maidens, & whores. So Natasha studied every passage from the holy books and almost every prayer in the holy books. As Natasha studied she found a knight's blade that had fallen from a knight during a joust and poorly imitating what the knights have done. She later kept the blade that was fallen from the joust and inscribed a symbol that was on the blade on paper… a Fleur de lis a symbol which she uses to inspire a fiery death for preserved heretics.

>>Inventory: [Do not fill this out] (Fleur de lis)

>>Skills: [Do not fill this out]

>>Flaws: [Do not fill this out]

>>Bonuses: [Do not fill this out]

Changing

>>2133

Adopted by the Nation family when you were still a little girl you spent much of your education in the little church. Until today you haven't really understood why it was you who was choosen from all the street urchins however you made sure to make up for all the inconveniences you caused. You went to church every single day like a good girl and obeyed the will of god down to the last detail. When the barbarians came and razed the castle you and your family lived in you barely escaped with your life already a young woman. All you have left is your Fleur de Lis.

>Inventory:

+ Fleur de Lis

>Skills:

+ Faith Knowledge (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Faith Centered] You have never really lived and have almost no experience whatsoever interacting with people and doing things that are church unrelated.

>Bonuses:

+ [Zealous] You are the incarnation of faithfulness having dedicated your life to the one true god. You gain a bonus concerning anything religious. Claiming you commited a sin was like claiming the Patriarch himself had done so. Preposterous.

>>2107

At first you look around and try talking to people but they largely avoid you. Are they really that scared of you? Alchemy doesn't seem prevalent at all here however there are one or two physicians who outright refuse your help. All seemed hopeless but then you found the next best thing. A mortician. That's a physician.. of sorts.

>Job:

+ Mortician Assistant (2 Copper/turn)

>>2108

You start to chat up the guys, then you swiftly punch one of them in the dick. He goes down with a squack and you could have sworn you saw a feather fly around there. The other however has kept further back and swiftly draws his blade. It is slightly golden with a waved blade. The sign is undoubtfully that of your family though you don't know him.

How would you have? You were both so young, when you were taken from your family both of you would have been young children at best. Who knew if you had met before?

That or some indulgent wastrel had sold him the sword. Then again, how the hell would a bouncer of some shabby pub afford a nice blade like that.

"Nice blade.", you mock him, "My father's.", he says without a hint of irony. "Yours?", "My father's." you respond truthfully.

For a moment you just stand there dumbfounded. Well? What if he lied? He had no more reason to believe you than you did.

Behind the counter the owner seemed rather bored, "*Another* Nation?", he asked not even trying to as much as fake interest.

You continued to eye the guy. So was he really a Nation? He had the pretty face of a noble no doubt. The rags were barely fitting.

>Skills:

+ Intimidate (4)

>>2110

You go towards the nearby river, it's somewhat out of town and seems to be largely interesting for few tanners and colorers who dump their dirt into the river, inevitably poisoning it. So shortsighted, then again the city probably drew it's water from wells, otherwise it would have been constructed closer to the river. Quickly you grabbed yourself some of the reeds. These were good enough for you.

Looking around you found a boulder and started to grind down your sedative which could also be applied to blow darts, then you saw them. Kak'sse. A flower you learned to avoid early in your teachings as medicine man. It's extract could be used in order to bring a great many mind altering effects that made the consumer happy however it made terribly dependant and was deadly in large doses. There was also a flesh eating disease brought into connection with it, but since none of your tribe were foolish enough to actually consume them you had never had any problems with it.

Not far from you was a woman who had seemingly not noticed you yet and continued to pick them, she already held a basket that was almost filled with them.

>Inventory:

+ Several Reefs

+ 1 Dose of Sedative

+ Rock

>Skills:

+ Searching (1)

>>2111

Your brother goes down holding his crotch but you had already anticipated the move and stayed out of the woman's reach. She was unkempt and unwashed though you could hardly say you expected much to come of it once she had been cleaned up. Not to say we was ugly, you'd do her but you wouldn't want her to.. what the hell were you thinking about? This was hardly the place or the time to think about that. She could be a relative.

That sword. Of course she could have stolen it, then again wouldn't she have sold it then?

"Nice blade.", she mocked you, you took it in stride, "My father's.", you answered truthfully, "Yours?". "My father's.", she responded as well. What else would she have said? Then again she had all right to be just as suspicious as you.

Behind the counter the owner was resting his face in his hands, with a deep sigh he spoke out what everyone was thinking, "*Another* Nation?", it was a weak attempt of feigning interest if anything at all. The standoff had barely taken up a few seconds and was hardly critical enough to influence business in any way.

>Skills:

+ Intimidate (4)

>>2120

The young man gave you a skeptical look at first but then he waved off. "You strike me as the kind of person who knows exactly what they are talking about.", he said not taking his eyes off of you, his gaze was almost piercing. "I wish I could sit you down together with my cousin, though I fear leaving you alone with him in a room would do neither of you any good.".

With a sigh he turned around and looked to several men carrying around large crates. "I will be rather busy in the coming weeks and I need a trustworthy person to do my accounting. You wouldn't run off to our rivals just for some coin would you?".

Of course you wouldn't, you hadn't even begun working here and your reputation was all you had. Tainting it like that would mean your end in the merchant business. As if he could have heard your thoughts the young man nodded, "Excellent. You can start right away.".

You will receive two silver in exchange for your services.

>Job:

+ Alfred Whitecity Accounting (2 Silver / turn)

>>Name: Natasha Lyubov Nation (the clue is all players are members of the same family)

>>Fluff: Found as a orphan in Lyubov House for Orphans, she was a churchgoing little girl who's aspiring to help others. But as Natasha saw other boys being squires to noble knights and warriors and other girls being nuns, bar maidens, & whores. So Natasha studied every passage from the holy books and almost every prayer in the holy books. Shes's found by the Knight he has a Fleur de lis on his helm and his blade and as he walked up towards her he said "Come with me little one I'm Leyor Nation the exiled brother and I adopt you."

>>Inventory: [Do not fill this out] (Fleur de lis)

>>Skills: [Do not fill this out]

>>Flaws: [Do not fill this out]

>>Bonuses: [Do not fill this out]

>>2135

>>2113

You looked at Sigurd as he solomnly vowed. A good man no doubt, though good enough to pay for the loss of your wife and child? You barely noticed as Sigurd first slipped stumbling forward into a crest that was hanging suspiciously low, almost poking one of his eyes out. You involuntarily bit onto your lip and shut one of your eyes. He then completely lost footing and slided down the stone wall with his face first. Giving him a pityful look you quickly walked towards him as he tried to turn and look at you.

He was old, but he could probably still get up again. Then you saw the crest dangerously wobble. With a scratching sound it fell down and right onto Sigurd's head, you barely managed to dive forward and soften the drop somewhat, still it struck his head with a sickening crack and blood began to stream down.

Quickly you yelled for help and priests came who swiftly put him into his bed. Two priests discussed something hectically. "Should we? He is going to die no doubt!", the other looked like he was in a pinch, "We cannot do it without his permission! Of course it would save his life but what if *he* finds out?".

Without a second thought you quickly walked up to the two and grabbed them by their necks, "Do it.", you ordered them as if you actually had the authority to order them around. In your priests robe they might actually buy that you do have the authority. One of them quickly returns with a water drenched bandage and begins to wrap it around Sigurd's head.

Really? That was all? Sometimes you wondered what the hell the church was on about.

It took him a bit to wake up but in the end he did. From now on Sigurd would have to stay in bed for some time and let his skull fix itself. Nothing more you could do.

>Skills:

+ Intimidation (2)

>>2115

".. do solemnly swear.", you end the sentence take a step forward, slip on the well scrubbed floor, hit your head against one of the low hanging Crests only barely not poking your eye out on one of the pointy bits sliding down face first on the stone wall as you tried to regain your balance. You came to a halt in an unelegant position your face against the wall.

Icterus who had been watching the scenery with a concerned look came over to you with quick steps, "My Lord..", he commenced a sentence, but a terrifying sound you couldn't quite make out but made you very uncomfortable emerged. With widening eyes Icterus swiftly jumped forward, however he could only partially damped the impact of the crest that had fallen from it's place and onto your skull.

With a sickening crack your world turned black. Pain and madness. Fire and barbarians scurried through your mind. Was this it? Would you die already? Or were you dead? Faces scurried through your vision. What was happening? Perhaps you could rest at last.

A burning pain shot through your skull. Apparently you would not have the pleasure just yet. Blinking you opened your eyes. You were lying in a bed Icterus and a priest were standing before you giving you concerned looks. "Will he be okay?", Icterus asked turning to the priest who only shrugged, "Only god knows.". With that he turned around and left.

Icterus leaned foward and patted you on the hand. That could have gone better. Or worse.

>Flaws:

+ [Cracked Skull] You are in a feeble condition. Better watch out now.

>Skills:

- Swordfighting (20)

- Luck (1)

>>2137

>>2125

The first three wanted nothing to do with you and the fourth one's tone was incredibly clear. "You stole this no doubt. Look at you, got nothing but a grail like this huh? Bullshit. You're a thief. How many people didn't buy this off of you? Three? Four?", you grinded your teeth. Of course they would believe that. He'd try to press the price as far as he could. Taking the chalice away from him you told him to fuck off and that you would find a merchant who would pay you a "fair price", however he just laughed at you. It was then that you stepped into a young Guard officer who took the chalice from your hands.

"What do we have here?", he asked looking at the chalice, he was flanked by two other guardsmen, "I like it. I think I will take it.", he said handing it to one of the men behind you, "What do you want for it?", he asked.

"More than you could ever afford.", you answered gritting your teeth, this wasn't going the way it was supposed to at all. With a smug face the Guard Officer took off his helmet. "Perhaps I should introduce myself.".

Turned out the guy was the son of Lord Whitecity who rules over Weissstadt and he was willing to grant you that tavern at the river together with a large supply of ale.

>Inventory:

- Golden Gem Encrusted Family Chalice

>Holdings:

+ Tavern at the River (Large Ale Supply)

>>2132

You try to listen around hitting up people here and there asking what's up. Every time you try to talk someone they make a large bow around you until you *finally* find some guardsmen who are forced to listen to you. For a moment you inquire about rumors and they tell you that guards don't listen to rumors. Funny, they must be the least informed people in all of the city even though they are supposed to know stuff, right?

They do get a little more curious when you ask them about the fighting pits. "Did that guy just ask me about contraband?", one guardsman turned to the other, he was evidently trying to scare you, no way he would go through the trouble of actually making the arrest, but the other guardsman wasn't in the mood and just looked away going, "Whatever.".

Being ignored by his comrade apparently put the guardsman in a bad bood so he told you to get lost and as you turned away they started to argue how they never had fun together anymore.

Rolled 12, 22 = 34 (2d100)

>>2137

Name: Icterus Nation

Fluff: Nearly killed in the fighting for their home castle, Icterus is the sole survivor of the former Household Guard. Middle aged, he has been 'adopted' into the family in recognition of his brave acts. Those brave acts, however, cost him his home and his true family, and he finds himself more than a little bitter.

Inventory: Ornate Bracer, 4 Copper

Skills: Polearms (100), Loyalty (2), Intimidation (2)

Job: Scrubbing Church Floor +2 Copper/Turn

Flaws: [Bitter] You are cynical, hurtful and can be more than a little shitty to people trying to help you at times. This goes hand in hand with sad memories of your families. Alcohol can help out at times.

Bonuses: [Household Guard] You have been trained to protect and abilities like that don't just vanish over time. You are excellent when it comes to protecting people and can take a blow for somebody else when they are within your reach. You are also vigilant and a trap for any pickpocket.

1. Look out for Elise and any other members of the House. Help them, et cetera.

2. Keep polearm skills sharp with the mop. When it's not being used.

>>2107

At first you look around and try talking to people but they largely avoid you. Are they really that scared of you? Alchemy doesn't seem prevalent at all here however there are one or two physicians who outright refuse your help. All seemed hopeless but then you found the next best thing. A mortician. That's a physician.. of sorts.

The man is rather old already and really reminds you of the bodies you are supposed to treat. Surely more than one person had tried to stab a piece of wood through his heart over the years, but no matter the appearances he was a lot friendler than most other people.

As you continued to work on the bodies you gradually noticed a number of familiar signs associated with the Kak'sse plant, it's extract was an incredibly potent drug. Where you are from it is largely banned and nobody is foolish enough to actually go through with consuming the substrate unless inevitably necessary.

>Job:

+ Mortician Assistant (2 Copper/turn)

>>2136

>>2134

Use this bonus unless you have anything to object about in which case tell me.

Rolled 49, 61 = 110 (2d100)

>>2138

Name: Karlington Nation

Fluff: Always more of a black sheep of the family, he apprenticed under a skilled trader at a young age and found the trades suited him much more then the royal life. He accepted a large lump sum payment to start his own venture much at his fathers dismay and then disappeared to his own devices. Before he left he was gifted his fathers Ornate Chalice which bears the families sigil.

>Inventory:

>Holdings:

+Tavern at the River (Large Ale Supply)

>Skills:

+ Haggling (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Bonding Issues] Perhaps your mother didn't pay you enough attention, perhaps it reminds you of the inevitability of death, whatever the reason is you are afraid of maintaining close relations with people.

>Bonuses:

+ [Golden Nose] No matter how easily you've lost it you are by far not as naiive as you once were. Now you've got a business plan and your mind set on it. You receive a bonus to business.

Well.. It isn't ideal but it got the job done.. Now to drum up some business and get settled in..

1: Send out a courier for Sigurd, tell him the family is more then welcome to regroup here at the tavern.. We need to stick together.

2: Drum up some business, i can bartend for now.. This river will prove useful in the coming years but for now we have to survive. +Golden Nose

Rolled 58, 13 = 71 (2d100)

>Name: Natasha Lyubov Nation (the clue is all players are members of the same family)

>Fluff: Found as a orphan in Lyubov House for Orphans, she was a churchgoing little girl who's aspiring to help others. But as Natasha saw other boys being squires to noble knights and warriors and other girls being nuns, bar maidens, & whores. So Natasha studied every passage from the holy books and almost every prayer in the holy books. As Natasha studied she found a knight's blade that had fallen from a knight during a joust and poorly imitating what the knights have done. She later kept the blade that was fallen from the joust and inscribed a symbol that was on the blade on paper… a Fleur de lis a symbol which she uses to inspire a fiery death for preserved heretics.

>Inventory: Fleur de Lis

>Skills: Faith Knowledge (100)

>Flaws: [Faith Centered] You have never really lived and have almost no experience whatsoever interacting with people and doing things that are church unrelated.

>Bonuses: [Zealous] You are the incarnation of faithfulness having dedicated your life to the one true god. You gain a bonus concerning anything religious. Claiming you committed a sin was like claiming the Patriarch himself had done so. Preposterous

1-2 Go to the church I can't be late or can't be early but I can pray for forgiveness for that or pray for vengeance for those that are dispossessed by the barbarians

Rolled 28, 53 = 81 (2d100)

Name: Wikiver Nation

Fluff: A young man with an even temper. Although he is honorable his is also quite greedy and lustful. He was learning to become a true lord when his family lands were invaded. His father pushed the family sword, which is made from a strange golden metal and forged in a strange shape, into hands and sent him away. Now he is here.

Inventory: The Dragon Fang

Skills: Swordfighting (50)

+ Serpent Blade Combat (50)

+ Intimidation (6)

+ Luck (1)

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

Flaws: + [Greedy] You have a hard time letting go of gold, people you have to pay do not appreciate this.

+ [Lustful] You like a good tumble, this comes with some expertise in the area. Women find it hard to resist you however the feeling is mutual. Be careful not to hurt the ones you love.

Bonuses: [Wielder of the Dragon Fang] Your weapon is your father's blade. It is not magic, only a fool would believe that, but if handled right the blade dances almost as if alive, sneaking past scales of armor and cutting deep into enemy flesh. You've also never cut yourself on this one before.

>>2108

1&2. "Maybe we can talk this out and see if the gracious barman has a way you can pay back the ale, or maybe get you some work. What was your father's name?"

Rolled 29, 65 = 94 (2d100)

Name: Oo'ka B'aa

Fluff: A medicine man from a place to the southeast, where the hot sun watches over the Gazelle, the Lion, and the Elephant.

When he arrived believe him to be a giant, and in a sense they are correct.

The people of his region had skin dark as the bark of blackwood, and were already taller than the "pale men". But tribe were known as the Ae'bweya, in their language "The Tall Men" for their great height, towering over their own kin. They lived in a "castle" of stone and mud baked by the sun, on a great mound built by their ancestors long ago.

Perhaps this explains why ever since his arrival the only men he could speak to without looking down were on horse, and why he must bend his back to navigate the short roofs of the cold grey stone of the pale men.

With the Uhlmannen came the end of the tribe, they tore down the catles of their ancestors, and those who survived fled, as he did. Over great distances he lead them, seeking to flee the "Horse barbarians" as far as the ends of the world. And that's where they seem to have ended up in. A strange land, with strange people and strange tongues, and the sky is bitter and cold, and the nights long.

All they have left of their former life is held in the hands of Oo'ka B'aa, their greatest artifact, a chieftans great club of strange black metal.

Believed it to be magic, it given to them by by the first man of their family many generations ago, and legended that he wrested from the Pharaoh of the lands of sand, who himself was gifted it by the gods, for through generations it neither rusts nor tarnishes.

>Inventory:

+ Some Sticks

+ Several Reefs

+ 1 Dose of Sedative

+ Rock

>Skills:

+ Searching (1)

1. I yell a greeting from a distance and wave, surely such a custom is universal? If she waves back, I approach and ask why she is gathering those flowers.

2. Later today, I'll go hunt some game and cook it for my dinner.

+ Several Reefs

+ 1 Dose of Sedative

Rolled 72, 42 = 114 (2d100)

Name: Aiska Nation

Fluff: Born with different eyes and hair, Aiska was presented to the "barbarians" at a very young age as a peace offering between our people. Raised as one of them, but always at an arms length, Aiska is almost unrecognizable between them. Quickly growing up to be one of their most talented soldiers, when news came that they had destroyed his lands and slaughtered his family, he quickly ran away from his trusty spear and went to the closest kingdom that would be fairly safe from his "family". Now, he seeks a new purpose in his life and career..

>Inventory:

+ Spear of Terenation

>Skills:

+ Polearms (50)

+ Riding (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Unfortunate Past] Cursed being both hunted by the barbarians yet being almost indistinguishable from one you will have to take shit from both sides.

>Bonuses:

+ [A Woman's Scorn] Once your Spear was a family heirloom but ever since you have officially been married to the Warchief's daughter she cared for it with all her heart. And even the men on the far side of the Barbarian's empire know, love is a force to be reknogned with. Now that you left her behind who knows what that means for the spear.

1-2; I'll have to find some scum in taverns and hear from them. Maybe I can find a few to initiate me into the pits. I need to make some monies before the night

>>2089

Name: Middus Nation

Fluff: The youngest child of the Nation Clan, Middus constantly felt the need to prove himself, ever since he was a child. He had to have the most expensive toys and the largest pony, and the vast Nation family treasury was enough to cover for his childhood spending. However, as he grew older, his tastes grew more ambitious and his habits more decadent. He spent thousands of coins on frivolous belongings, in a constant race to show up the nearest nobles. This culminated in Middus buying a solid gold ship-of-the-line in response to his neighbors new yacht. Suffice to say, the maiden voyage did not go as well as planned. That little escapade bankrupted the family, who were forced to sell the lands and estates of the family to merely pay off debts. This chain of events has left Middus as perhaps the least popular member of the family, and have driven him into destitution.

>Inventory:

+ Family Solid Gold Crossbow, Gems and Silver

>Skills:

+ Being Pompous (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Proud] You are very, very proud and getting you by your pride is easier done than said.

+ [Spendthrift] You cannot be trusted with money. No matter how hard you try, you simply have an expensive taste and that will probably never change. Though this probably would make you a good shopping companion for young rich noble women.

>Bonus:

+ [The Most Noble] You know how to present yourself, no matter how shabby you may look, posture and voice are the epitome of what it means to be noble.

1. Oh, what absolute drivel. It will simply not stand, for Middus is from the esteemed nation family! We shall rise again!

… For the meantime, it's terribly cold and wet out here. The streets were not made for a man of my stature, no sir! I will not lower myself to sleep in a measly inn.

I must find a beautiful woman of noble and righteous lineage, and win her heart!

… and her bed. Perhaps a long nights sleep would do me well.

2. Us Nation boys need to stick together! Surely, they'll have forgiven me by now. Surely, they must realize the "Shimmering Sails" fiasco was NOT MY FAULT!

I must get in touch with my nearest family member.

Rolled 63, 76 = 139 (2d100)

>>2146

Rolled 3, 92 = 95 (2d100)

>>2132

>Name: Deiphobus Nation

>Fluff: Deiphobus is an industrious young man. A bit of a people pleaser, sure, but he really likes to be known as a man who can get things done. He was trained in warcraft before his family was ousted, so he could put up a fight if someone tries to take his remaining possessions by force. But an observant thief wouldn't have to use force, as Deiphobus can be a bit too trusting at times… The one thing he would never give away is the Rosary his father and mother gave him, one they had blessed by Pope Gregory VII before he passed on.

>Inventory:

+ Golden Cross blessed by the Patriarch

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (75)

+ Mediate (25)

>Flaws:

+ [Trusting] You trust just about anyone on anything, the only lie you have probably ever seen through in your life is a feint in combat. You even have a hard time believing you got tricked if it already happened and somebody is laying it out for you.

>Bonuses:

+ [People Pleaser] You are a people pleaser. Even though or perhaps exactly because you are such a trusting personality you mange to please people (mostly) in a lingual and calming way, though more cynical people can be driven insane by your sheer trustingness.

1) Work on my Mediating Skills

2) Try to find a job, preferably one that uses my skill set.

Rolled 44, 24 = 68 (2d100)

>>Name:Vivian Nation

>>Fluff: Vivian was alone crying in the rubble. The mercenaries hired to destroy the castle decided that grabbing a baby girl to "use" once she grows up seemed like a sound idea. That was until they realized that they had spent so much time and effort taking care of this girl, that they couldn't rape her. By the time she was 18 she was already fighting like the best of them. When one of the men finally got pissed at her one day and told her how they all raped and killed most of her family, torched her home, and even stole her fathers sword, she took it quiet well. She ripped out the throat of the one who told her, took the sword off of his corpse, and told the others she was going to need some "alone time", but considering her personality that was very rational.

>>Inventory:

>+ Father's Sword

>>Skills:

>+ Swordfighting (50)

>+ Survival (50)

>>Flaws:

>+ [Hard Goodbye] You are not exactly on good terms with your old mercenary band and word travels fast. This may be trouble in the long run.

>>Bonus:

>+ [Tough Girl] You're a tough girl, you've spent your life on the road and don't mind eating moldy food from time to time. Though you do still have some bonding issues this will assist you further in combat and survival.

1-2:Vivian looks at the man with the sword. Then the exit of the bar, then the man with the sword again. She bolts past him and tries for the door.

Rolled 3, 60 = 63 (2d100)

Name: Elise Nation

Fluff: Poorly positioned to ever inherit anything from her parents, Elise turned her eye to trade in order to forge her own path in the world. Though never wildly successful, her path has led her to participate in a variety of travels and businesses, including raising a mercenary band to aid a Lord her family owed a debt to. With news of her family's lands fallen to invaders, Elise has turned her focus to rumors that some of her kin survived.

Inventory:

+ Cross Necklace Bearning the Family's Coat of Arms

+Priest Robes

Skills:

+ Haggling (106)

+ Mediation (3)

>Job:

+ Alfred Whitecity Accounting (2 Silver / turn)

Flaws:

+ [Female] It's not really your fault when you think about it and it's not all that bad. People constantly understimate you which is good for business, but they will often try to give you irrationally bad prices and sometimes outright refuse to trade with you. Seeing as you have no man at your side they often make lewd suggestions which you have learned to ignore over the years.

Bonuses:

+ [Independent] You have made it once and you can make it again. Of course this time you have a family to care about however you can handle yourself in most situations. You receive a bonus to haggling and trade in general.

1. Alfred Whitecity has granted me a chance to prove my worth, and I shall not fail him. First, I must learn something of Alfred and his business. Does he trade in specific items? Do business with exclusive suppliers/buyers? Does his family help or hinder his efforts? There is always talk about the workplace, and being a woman does often prove an advantage when it comes to men ignoring me while they talk…

2.

Tend to Uncle Sigurd after work. It is my duty, as the only woman of the family, right? I would never take another business' ledger from work with me, but I'll have plenty of time to consider any oddities that may have been noticed during work.

Rolled 87, 91 = 178 (2d100)

>>2137

Name: Sigurd Nation

Fluff: Sigurd is the oldest surviving member of the once-grand Nation family, father to many of it's strongest children and at one point a greatly-respected man for his rational judgement and skill at arms - and he had it all taken away in an instant. Few of his children still breathe, his house lies in financial and popular ruin and one of his eyes was burned to uselessness, making even combat difficult for the aging man. His brothers and sisters all lie missing or dead as well, and taking care of their children and re-assembling the great house of Nation from it's ashes has fallen onto his shoulders. Perhaps the most shameful thing to him was the loss of his grand blade and armor, things he desperately seeks back.

>Inventory:

+ Ancestor's Pendant

+ Priest Robe

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (75)

+ Leadership (25)

+ Searching (2)

+ Luck (1)

>Flaws:

+ [Aging] You become older every year and slowly your skill at arms begins to degrade. The guilt and ridicule do nothing to improve the situation. It's only rubbing more salt into old wounds.

>Bonuses:

+ [Old Dog New Tricks] Even though you are growing older every year you do not intend to leave your family with nothing. While your body may not act the ways it used to your mind is still more than focused on the task. You are determined to do what is necessary and in order to protect your family you can still perform feats of grandeur.

1/2: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MY SKULL

I CAN'T FEEL MY FUCKING FACE

WHY AM I IN A BED LET ME THE FUCK OUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MY FAAAACEEEE

>>2139

You should look out for Elise, she would need all the help she could ge.. where was Elise? Ran off somewhere. Yeah, that didn't go as planned. What would you do if anything happened to her? It would be your fault no doubt. With that in mind you kept scrubbing floors while somewhere some things were happening.

But why learn how to scrub? You should practice your pole (wink wink). You hit yourself in the eye and decide that's enough with that.

Meanwhile Sigurd is already walking around healthy as ever, however he had managed to do that. Really it was quite fascinating, it seemed that his skull had mostly healed, beneath his hair you could still see the large zick zagging scar that dragged itself across his skull. Soon a courier arrived. You stopped the man at first but then let him pass, keeping a close eye on him. He handed a message to Sigurd, apparently one of your family members had set up a tavern by the river not far out of town. He was seeking to unite the family there.

Well, perhaps somebody else had done something more productive. From the entrance of the church Elise dragged herself in, she looked like she had a bad day, rough hair though you could see no immediate injuries. When you saw

>>2141

You send word, even though you currently have no money to pay the courier with he takes beer as payment just as well. A sign of a healthy economy you liked to believe. He doesn't return but that's more than you could have expected, however you are confident that he has delivered the message faithfully.

Now down to business. You actually had to make some money with this thing if you didn't want it to become some sort of ruin over the next few months. Certainly your beer supply was ample and you could afford to go without customers for some time, but why would you try that honestly?

Hanging up your "Open for Business" sign you sit around and wait. And wait. It takes a while for the first visitor to come in. A hunter who appreciates how closeby the tavern is. Otherwise the tavern remains rather empty, a few customers here and there. You are certain the bigger taverns within town make more money but thinking about it as constant income this is actually pretty good for starters.

>Skills:

+ Haggling (2)

>Job:

+ Bartending your own Bar (3 silver / turn)

Beer supply is in the calculation.

>>2142

You hurry up the stairs to the large cathedral. It is an imposing old building with great statues of angels and saints. It is said that the priests of Weissstadt count themselves amongst the most pious in the world. Entering you find that the inside of the cathedral is even more impressive than the outside, crests and ornaments, banners and tapestries are beautifully decorating the interior. Everywhere monks are quietly going about their business. A man somewhere is yelling something about his face and you can see a slightly disturbed courier entering and making his way towards him.

Odd things were going on here, but you hardly care for them, your objective is to pray to god. Quietly you sink onto your knees and begin with the phrases written down so long ago.

>Skills:

+ Zeal (1)

>>2143

There she went. The dirty rugged girl trying to bolt towards the door seemingly completely ignoring what you had just said. Too bad for her you had already placed yourself so she couldn't escape well beforehand. As she tried to get towards the door you swiftly tripped her and as she fell lauched yourself onto her back trying to hold her down. She wasn't particularly feeble though you clearly held the advantage in raw power.

Certainly you would have also held the numerical superiorty but your brother was far too busy clutching his balls and yammering than actually being of any use. You tried to be conciliable, however you did not feel like asking her about "ways" to repay the barman while sitting on her back and asking her who her daddy was were really bringing your attentions across appropriately.

>Skills:

+ Hand to Hand (2)

>>2174

>>2144

You yell a greeting at the woman and yell excitedly. Perhaps it was the accent or perhaps it was the fact that you were most likely three to four heads taller than her, but with a silent scream she quickly booked it, running off. The people here really were shy, you thought to yourself. Then again these white people had a number of customs and many of them lacked an understanding in more refined ways of interaction. Then again you weren't exactly fair towards them, they were peasents, you a noble, what did you expect?

Blowdart hunting goes rather well as you find. Though you do not manage to get one of the deers as they were still too far away from you you do manage to shoot yourself a chicken. The thought that there was such a thing as wild chickens slightly amused you. Over your fire of various sticks it almost made a festive meal, though you wished you had more spices to adjust the taste.

You would have had some left but you are a big man and require lots of chicken to be fed, however this one made you very full and also a little sleepy.

>Skills:

+ Hunting (1)

+ Blow-Dart-Using (1)

>>2145

You go into the dirtiest part of town you can find. And really, it is almost as dirty as a barbarian camp an hour before you move on, piss and shit are everywhere, the stench would probably have overwhelmed a lesser man, but you had grown used to it over the many years you had spent alongside unwashed horses and even less washed men. You go inside and get into a discussion with a few gentlemen who ask whether you possess a rather limited intellect as clearly the fighting pits are illegal and hiding a thing like that within the city is figuratively impossible.

Your intellectual dispute doesn't last long and you remain the last man standing quickly dispatching of your three attackers with your speer. You didn't kill them, though they would have quite the headache once they woke up. The just victor of the argument you relieve them of their purses, sadly however they are just as poor as they looked.

>Inventory:

+ 14 Copper

>Skills:

+ Polearms (4)

>>2146

Certainly there would be some noble women that desired attention from a handsome young noble! Then again it seemed like you were not looking noble at all. Of course your posture was perfect as ever and you had a pretty face by any standard, however to truly convince a noblewoman to bring you into her bed dressed like a beggar? You truly needed a special kind of noblewoman for that!

And that might just be her you figured. She was already a bit older, you had no doubt that when she was younger she was one of the fairest Maidens in all of Weissstadt. Time had taken it's toll sure, but there was far worse even amongst the younger ones. However her guard did not seem like it was willing to let you pass. You'd have to play it sensual.

A few basic tricks later, a faked apology, some compliments here and there a bit of a sharp tongue and a few amusing remarks later you are already far enough. However your attempt at getting you into her bedchambers is only met by laughter, though she does approve of your bold attitude.

"I like this one. He can stay with the servants.", she said and shoved her hand under your ragged shirt stopping just short of your junk, "I think I can think of a use or two.".

Turns out you apparently just became one of Lady Contessa Whitecity's favorites.

Through an open pub door you could also spot Wikiver sitting on the back of a young woman that looked sort of familiar, he was almost whispering stuff into her ear. It all looked very sensual to you.

>Job:

+ Lady Contessa Whitecity Servant (Food and Place to stay)

>Skills:

+ Charming (4)

>>2175

>>2148

You insult someone thinking that you could calm him down quickly enough thanks to your incredible mediating skills, however he punches you right in the face and you land on your ass in the mud. Certainly not the best experience you've ever made.

A Guard Officer who watched laughed at you whole heartedly and slowly clapped at you. "A man of much talent I see he!", he laughed loudly, in his armpit he had clenched a really expensive looking goblet with all sorts of gems and your family sigil, "I think you deserve to be a guardsman. Go to the barracks and tell them Solomon sent you. They will fit you right in.".

And they really did. Apprently nobody was the least bit surprised when you explained what happened. What did surprise you was that nobody had anyhting bad to say about Solomon's arbitary ways. You voiced your concerns but nobody said a word. One of the other guardsmen took you to the side and explained that Solomon Whitecity was heir to the Lord of Weissstadt and probably the most incapable leader the guard had seen since it's creation, however you didn't want to upset him so they all just carried on largely ignoring him for the benefit of the guard.

>Skills:

- Mediate (5)

>Job:

+ Whitecity Guard (+ 1 Silver/Turn)

>Inventory:

+ Helmet

+ Leather Guard Armor

+ Iron Sword

>>2149

You were quick on your feet, no chance the guy wo-ha-ha. Suddenly you were sailing through the air, did he just trip you? Did that guy actually just trip you? Didn't matter you'd be out of here and- before you could finish the thought he had launched himself onto your back and was now pinning you down. The other guy was still writhing on the floor somewhere near the counter and the barkeeper was eyeing the situation with little interest.

The guy who was trying to hold you was still trying to talk to you going on about "ways" for you to repay the barkeeper and- did he just ask you who your daddy was? That was not something to ask a woman you almost sat on.

Perhaps you you twist out of there? If you just got the angle right, but it would be difficult no doubt.

At least they hadn't whacked you over the head yet so you still had a chance, if only a slim one.

>Skills:

+ Hand to Hand (1)

>>2176

>>2153

Uh.. yeaaah. Okay. So that happened. For some reason you had the perception that people were less likely to rob and rape a young woman than a young man. Somehow you managed to make your way to Weissstadt undetected. Now in the city you had to ask yourself whether this was such a great idea. The city itself was pious as could be and it's church was known for it's rather militant take on all things forbidden by the church. But who cares you've been practicing hiding your true gender all your life, certainly you would manage to hide it for a bit longer.

>Inventory:

+ Family Key

>Skills:

+ Weaving (50)

+ Noble Customs (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Trap] You're a trap and you know it. If found out by the church they will surely see to it that you are burned by the stake for such a grievious sin while some decadent noble may even take a liking to it.

>Bonuses:

+ [Well Prepared Trap] You've been a trap most of your life and are able to keep up appearances even with only rags to cover few areas of your body though in turn you do lack a lot of the strength the other members of your gender tend to have.

>>2154

Jack of all trades, master of none. That's what they always said and they were right to say it. You learned a trick or two in your life. Then you learned another two. You never really perfected many of the things you've learned, but at least you learned a number of them.

>Inventory:

+ Gold Pendant Flute

>Skills:

+ Flute Play (25)

+ Knife Throwing (25)

+ Dancing (25)

+ Swordfighting (25)

>Flaws:

+ [Lack of Concentration] Whenever you really need to concentrate on one thing at a time you are going to get some issues. Really focusing is not your strong suit.

>Bonus:

+ [Jack of All Trades] You gain a bonus to newly learning skills, however you do take a penalty to advancing them once you have reached a certain level.

>>2155

Hmm, you wondered what was in those crates they always shipped around all day. Suddenly every thing went dark. You could barely breathe, somebody had pulled a sack over your head and you were quickly picked up by strong hands and carried away. When you were releaved of your mask you found yourself in a dark room, only a man with a torch was really spending light, you had been tied to a chair.

A rather large bearded man was sitting in front of you, two more were guardign the door behind him.

"I'm Elias.", he introduced himself with a deep voice, "And you know something I'd like to know.". Turned out Robert was very curious as to what was inside those crates you were making the accounting for. However you were unable to help him out. You could see that he was anything but amused. He wanted answers and you better deliver them. He warned you that the men would come back tomorrow.

A bit rough they let you off where they took you from. You called it a day returning to the church to check on Sigurd who seemed to be healthy as ever jumping about. Odd by any standard.

>Skills:

+ Loyal (2)

>>2177

>>2161

Oh god! Your face! Your face! What's with your face! It's horrible! Oh god! No wait, everything is just fine. Looks like you healed that shit in record time. Must have been that odd bandage the priests had given you. That or in your old days you developed incredible regenerative properties. That or god had decided to grant you a blessing. The possibilities were countless and so were your happy shouts, repeatedly forcing Icterus to loose concentration and hit himself in the face with his broom. Of course he would never blame you. You could still feel the scar on your skull, perhaps you would want to try and prevent somebody from hitting it again, it could still be fragile.

You can see Elisa coming from the church entrance, she looks like she had a rough day, however it seems she came here to care for you. Really an endearing sight however you seem to be fitter than she is.

>Skills:

Set your Swordfighting to 60

>Flaws:

- [Cracked Skull]

+ [Scarred Skull] Your head is a tad more fragile than usual and there is a long scar on it, otherwise you're good.

>>2166

You talk to your shrunken heads, surely they could show you the way! Yes! They talk to you! Can you not hear the wind breathing life into them! They whisper and their voices carry! What do they say. Ka- Ka what? Tze. Tze? Ka-tze? A black cat jumped up next to you and rubbed her head against you with a purring noise. In it's mouth it held a mouse. Why would you bother to buy something these foolish white men probably didn't have anyway when you had something by far better? Your very own bringer of bad luck.

Or was it an omen of days to come? Was what you were searching for truly a dangerous cause that would bring bad luck upon you and your family? Or perhaps it meant bad luck for your enemies. The bad thing with omens are the countless ways you can interpret them.

>Skills:

+ Mythology (4)

>Inventory:

+ 1 Dead Mouse

>Companions:

+ Black Cat

>>2173

Once a military tactician rivaled by lesser men, a leader of armed forces reknown for his various feints and ambushes you were a scourge to the barbarians. For many years they feared you, but it seems that times have changed. A new leader has united them and under his rule they have come to burn and pillage. What once was the great holding of your family now is nothing but ash and dust. They seek revenge for the past and they seek slaves and gold for the future. You failed to stop them once and lost everything. Will it happen again?

>Inventory.

+ Ancestral Longsword

>Skills:

+ Leadership (75)

+ Swordfighting (25)

>Flaws:

+ [Bigheaded] You think a lot of yourself and that is quite self evident to the people around you, some will be itimidated but many will find it annoying. You also tend to attribute victories to your own tactical superiortiy.

>Bonuses:

+ [Commander with a Heart of Gold] Whenever you lead men you try to prevent needless casualties and this is a trait very valued by those who serve under you who in turn rarely care for your bigheadedness. As a side effect loosing men in battle and family members hits you especially hard on an emotional level.

Rolled 26, 67 = 93 (2d100)

>>2174

>Name: Natasha Lyubov Nation (the clue is all players are members of the same family)

>Fluff: Found as a orphan in Lyubov House for Orphans, she was a churchgoing little girl who's aspiring to help others. But as Natasha saw other boys being squires to noble knights and warriors and other girls being nuns, bar maidens, & whores. So Natasha studied every passage from the holy books and almost every prayer in the holy books. As Natasha studied she found a knight's blade that had fallen from a knight during a joust and poorly imitating what the knights have done. She later kept the blade that was fallen from the joust and inscribed a symbol that was on the blade on paper… a Fleur de lis a symbol which she uses to inspire a fiery death for preserved heretics.

>Inventory: Fleur de Lis

>Skills: Faith Knowledge (100) & Zeal (1)

>Flaws: [Faith Centered] You have never really lived and have almost no experience whatsoever interacting with people and doing things that are church unrelated.

>Bonuses: [Zealous] You are the incarnation of faithfulness having dedicated your life to the one true god. You gain a bonus concerning anything religious. Claiming you committed a sin was like claiming the Patriarch himself had done so. Preposterous

1-2 Pray some more at the church pray for forgiveness for being late and also pray for healing for others

Rolled 91, 46 = 137 (2d100)

>>Name:Vivian Nation

>>Fluff: Vivian was alone crying in the rubble. The mercenaries hired to destroy the castle decided that grabbing a baby girl to "use" once she grows up seemed like a sound idea. That was until they realized that they had spent so much time and effort taking care of this girl, that they couldn't rape her. By the time she was 18 she was already fighting like the best of them. When one of the men finally got pissed at her one day and told her how they all raped and killed most of her family, torched her home, and even stole her fathers sword, she took it quiet well. She ripped out the throat of the one who told her, took the sword off of his corpse, and told the others she was going to need some "alone time", but considering her personality that was very rational.

>>Inventory:

>+ Father's Sword

>>Skills:

>+ Swordfighting (50)

>+ Survival (50)

>>Flaws:

>+ [Hard Goodbye] You are not exactly on good terms with your old mercenary band and word travels fast. This may be trouble in the long run.

>>Bonus:

>+ [Tough Girl] You're a tough girl, you've spent your life on the road and don't mind eating moldy food from time to time. Though you do still have some bonding issues this will assist you further in combat and survival.

1-2:"Oi you fucking cunt, get off my back."

Vivian struggles to get free of the bastard.

Rolled 28, 90 = 118 (2d100)

Name: Tacitus Nation

Fluff: Once a proud commander of the Empire, Tacitus was a renowned centurion famous for his subjagation and elimination of the savage barbarians of the wilderness, his campaigns and conquest brought much land to the Empire, and many men to drive it's warmachine, but then something changed. The once disorganized and masterless brutes rushed forth in uncountable numbers, as if driven by some unknown force so magnificent in its power and cruelty that it forced the unkempt masses to overrun the empires borders, razing the towns and cities to the ground, slaughtering it's villages and people wholesale. It was outside the Empire's capital, a city of seven hills, the Tacitus saw the fall of the man, and with his family and the remains of his legion he set out west, the final vestiges of a fallen glory. He and his men and some refugees, people he now considers his family after the daunting journey they took to get here, now find themselves infront of a city which name is not known to them, and hope to regain the lives they lost to the fires of war.

Inventory: [RuneFang]/[Ancestral longsword] - It belonged to Tacitus father, and his father before him, and his father before him, it's material composition is unknown, and the shines with and ancient power unknown to man.

Skills:

+ Leadership (75)

+ Swordfighting (25)

Flaws:

+ [Bigheaded] You think a lot of yourself and that is quite self evident to the people around you, some will be itimidated but many will find it annoying. You also tend to attribute victories to your own tactical superiortiy.

Bonuses:

+ [Commander with a Heart of Gold] Whenever you lead men you try to prevent needless casualties and this is a trait very valued by those who serve under you who in turn rarely care for your bigheadedness. As a side effect loosing men in battle and family members hits you especially hard on an emotional level.

1. Try to find a abandoned villa we can occupy for the time being, until we can build or buy (or take if need be) something better. As long as it has a roof over our heads and 4 walls to keep out the weather and would be bandits, it'll do.

2. See if the local guard has any need for an experienced commander, one with experience dealing with the Uhlmannen, and well acquainted with their tactics

Rolled 73, 26 = 99 (2d100)

Name: Wikiver Nation

Fluff: A young man with an even temper. Although he is honorable his is also quite greedy and lustful. He was learning to become a true lord when his family lands were invaded. His father pushed the family sword, which is made from a strange golden metal and forged in a strange shape, into hands and sent him away. Now he is here.

Inventory: The Dragon Fang

Skills: Swordfighting (50)

+ Serpent Blade Combat (50)

+ Intimidation (6)

+ Luck (1)

+ Hand to Hand (2)

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

Flaws: + [Greedy] You have a hard time letting go of gold, people you have to pay do not appreciate this.

+ [Lustful] You like a good tumble, this comes with some expertise in the area. Women find it hard to resist you however the feeling is mutual. Be careful not to hurt the ones you love.

Bonuses: [Wielder of the Dragon Fang] Your weapon is your father's blade. It is not magic, only a fool would believe that, but if handled right the blade dances almost as if alive, sneaking past scales of armor and cutting deep into enemy flesh. You've also never cut yourself on this one before.

1&2. Keep her pinned and see what the barkeep wants done with her.

>>2065

Name: Eric Nation

Fluff: Eric is a tall and lanky young man, standing a full head's length above your average person. Not that you'd notice it. Ever since his birth He's just sort of blended into the background. People see him, they just don't recognize he's actually there. Many times in his life he's walked up to people in full view and nearly given the heart attacks by speaking to them. It's not something he does with intent, it's just that he's so unassuming and unimportant in most people's minds they don't recognize him being there. The fact he was also 7th born son to his father, along with his own nature of being beneath notice meant his schooling in matters politic and in arms was lacking. However when the invasion came he was handy enough with his Grandfather's dagger to surprise and kill several soldiers before ditching his clothes for peasants rags and blending into the horde of refuges fleeing the land.

Inventory: [Do not fill this out] Grandfather's Dagger

Skills: [Do not fill this out]

Flaws: [Do not fill this out]

Bonuses: [Do not fill this out]

Rolled 15, 75 = 90 (2d100)

>>2183

Jack of all trades, master of none. That's what they always said and they were right to say it. You learned a trick or two in your life. Then you learned another two. You never really perfected many of the things you've learned, but at least you learned a number of them.

>Inventory:

+ Gold Pendant Flute

>Skills:

+ Flute Play (25)

+ Knife Throwing (25)

+ Dancing (25)

+ Swordfighting (25)

>Flaws:

+ [Lack of Concentration] Whenever you really need to concentrate on one thing at a time you are going to get some issues. Really focusing is not your strong suit.

>Bonus:

+ [Jack of All Trades] You gain a bonus to newly learning skills, however you do take a penalty to advancing them once you have reached a certain level.

1. First I need To acquire Some money. Play some flute in the town square for coin.

2. See If I can Find Some better Clothes. Maybe steal some thats been hung out to Dry.

Rolled 93, 15 = 108 (2d100)

>>2178

Name: Icterus Nation

Fluff: Nearly killed in the fighting for their home castle, Icterus is the sole survivor of the former Household Guard. Middle aged, he has been 'adopted' into the family in recognition of his brave acts. Those brave acts, however, cost him his home and his true family, and he finds himself more than a little bitter.

Inventory: Ornate Bracer, 6 Copper

Skills: Polearms (100), Loyalty (2), Intimidation (2)

Job: Scrubbing Church Floor +2 Copper/Turn

Flaws: [Bitter] You are cynical, hurtful and can be more than a little shitty to people trying to help you at times. This goes hand in hand with sad memories of your families. Alcohol can help out at times.

Bonuses: [Household Guard] You have been trained to protect and abilities like that don't just vanish over time. You are excellent when it comes to protecting people and can take a blow for somebody else when they are within your reach. You are also vigilant and a trap for any pickpocket.

1. Continue looking after Elise and Sigurd.

2. After, of course, he has some words with these two -chucklefucks- that roughed up Elise.

>>2176

>Name: Deiphobus Nation

>Fluff: Deiphobus is an industrious young man. A bit of a people pleaser, sure, but he really likes to be known as a man who can get things done. He was trained in warcraft before his family was ousted, so he could put up a fight if someone tries to take his remaining possessions by force. But an observant thief wouldn't have to use force, as Deiphobus can be a bit too trusting at times… The one thing he would never give away is the Rosary his father and mother gave him, one they had blessed by Pope Gregory VII before he passed on.

>Inventory:

Golden Cross blessed by the Patriarch

Helmet

Leather Guard Armor

Iron Sword

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (75)

+ Mediate (20)

>Flaws:

+ [Trusting] You trust just about anyone on anything, the only lie you have probably ever seen through in your life is a feint in combat. You even have a hard time believing you got tricked if it already happened and somebody is laying it out for you.

>Bonuses:

+ [People Pleaser] You are a people pleaser. Even though or perhaps exactly because you are such a trusting personality you mange to please people (mostly) in a lingual and calming way, though more cynical people can be driven insane by your sheer trustingness.

>Job:

Whitecity Guard (+1 Silver/Turn)

1) Work on my Mediate skill more.

2) Try to look for a shieild.

Rolled 31, 82 = 113 (2d100)

>>2187

Forgot Rolls

Rolled 41, 44 = 85 (2d100)

>>2178

Name: Sigurd Nation

Fluff: Sigurd is the oldest surviving member of the once-grand Nation family, father to many of it's strongest children and at one point a greatly-respected man for his rational judgement and skill at arms - and he had it all taken away in an instant. Few of his children still breathe, his house lies in financial and popular ruin and one of his eyes was burned to uselessness, making even combat difficult for the aging man. His brothers and sisters all lie missing or dead as well, and taking care of their children and re-assembling the great house of Nation from it's ashes has fallen onto his shoulders. Perhaps the most shameful thing to him was the loss of his grand blade and armor, things he desperately seeks back.

>Inventory:

+ Ancestor's Pendant

+ Priest Robe

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (60)

+ Leadership (25)

+ Searching (2)

+ Luck (1)

>Flaws:

+ [Aging] You become older every year and slowly your skill at arms begins to degrade. The guilt and ridicule do nothing to improve the situation. It's only rubbing more salt into old wounds.

+ [Scarred Skull] Your head is a tad more fragile than usual and there is a long scar on it, otherwise you're good.

>Bonuses:

+ [Old Dog New Tricks] Even though you are growing older every year you do not intend to leave your family with nothing. While your body may not act the ways it used to your mind is still more than focused on the task. You are determined to do what is necessary and in order to protect your family you can still perform feats of grandeur.

1. Ah, that is good at least. Continue the search for the rest of the family - we will be needing all of the members we can get. To find one of my children - that would be something to be happy about. Burying little Gunter was the hardest thing I had ever done. Seeing one of them - any one of them - would bring my heart to soaring joy, just to know that they breathe. I pray the Gods see fit to grant their servant's humble requests.

2. See what I can do about getting in well with the Church and it's priests. We will need support to regain our standing, and the clergy are the most important way to do so - despite their doubts about helping me and the suspiciously well-timed nature of the event that led to my near-death. I will investigate that further. If someone in this church is planning to murder me… it is not good. He underestimated this old dog's recovery, it seems.

Rolled 34, 89 = 123 (2d100)

>>2175

Fluff: The youngest child of the Nation Clan, Middus constantly felt the need to prove himself, ever since he was a child. He had to have the most expensive toys and the largest pony, and the vast Nation family treasury was enough to cover for his childhood spending. However, as he grew older, his tastes grew more ambitious and his habits more decadent. He spent thousands of coins on frivolous belongings, in a constant race to show up the nearest nobles. This culminated in Middus buying a solid gold ship-of-the-line in response to his neighbors new yacht. Suffice to say, the maiden voyage did not go as well as planned. That little escapade bankrupted the family, who were forced to sell the lands and estates of the family to merely pay off debts. This chain of events has left Middus as perhaps the least popular member of the family, and have driven him into destitution.

>Inventory:

+ Family Solid Gold Crossbow, Gems and Silver

>Skills:

+ Being Pompous (100)

>Flaws:

+ [Proud] You are very, very proud and getting you by your pride is easier done than said.

+ [Spendthrift] You cannot be trusted with money. No matter how hard you try, you simply have an expensive taste and that will probably never change. Though this probably would make you a good shopping companion for young rich noble women.

>Bonus:

+ [The Most Noble] You know how to present yourself, no matter how shabby you may look, posture and voice are the epitome of what it means to be noble.

>Job:

+ Lady Contessa Whitecity Servant (Food and Place to stay)

>>2182

>>2180

1. Ah, good cousin Wiviker! What a surprise, and congratulations of your newest conquest! She appears to be… Feisty? Yes, that's the word. Very feisty. Let me lend you a hand, I've quite seasoned in this sort of perdicament.

I hope there are no hard feelings over my… improper allocation of family assets. We Nation's must work together good sir!

>help hold down Vivian

2. There is no shame in servicing such an esteemed member of nobility! Perhaps I shall offer my talents, in whichever way Lady Contessa requires them.

Anything. Well as long as I'm not required to scrub or clean or wash or cook. You get the idea.

"Fuck off you pretentious cunt, an get the hell off mi back"

Rolled 81, 90 = 171 (2d100)

>>2106

Name: Edmund Pillory

Fluff: Sir Edmund has hidden a terrible secret from his family. For years he has used the best makeup and disguises money could buy to hide his true nature. He wore concealing cloaks, practiced squawking in four different languages, and hid his 'skin condition' from view. You see, Edmund Pillory is a bird. There is no bird more honorable and noble in all the world, however, and he defends his family name to the last, even if it means his secret is discovered.

You are a bird posing as a man. Well actually you are a man thinking he is a bird posing as a man. Even centuries from now they would not fully be able to understand your condition. Perhaps god had played a cruel joke on you, but ever since you can remember you've kept this secret from everyone else. Your greatest power, but possibly your achilles heel as well.

>Inventory:

+ Sigil of Flame

>Skills:

+ Intimidation (1)

+ Luck (2)

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Dueling (50)

>Flaws:

+ [The Bird Issue] If somebody discovers your secret you are compelled to obey their commands in order for them not to reveal your terrible secret. This would not prevent you from killing them. Of course only if they specifically found out that you are a bird pretending to be human, not a human thinking he is a bird pretending to be human. The latter would be a ridiculous lie.

+ [Bird Talk] Sometimes you can't resist and just chirp along with the birds.

>Bonuses:

+ [The Phoenix Sigil] You are uncertain what it does, has to be some sort of riddle. Better be careful and don't destroy your family heirloom. Though if you could open it somehow, who knew what would be inside?

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

1/2 - Ow, Jesus cluck that hurt! Family or not, can't let that rat escape without just retribution! Seeing as she's properly held down, all's left is to get her to stop squirming. Just a hard enough hit to knock her out, we don't want to kill the poor girl, just set this to rights.

Rolled 29, 38 = 67 (2d100)

>>2106

Name: Bartholomew Nation

Fluff: Bartholomew Nation is a very pious man. He had been raised to be the realms next religious leader, but that was before the heathens invaded. Their desecrated our holy sites and spat upon God. As their lands burned around him Bartholomew swore vengeance. He took upon himself the role of an Avenger of God by claiming the holy relic and set off to distant lands. One day he shall return and he would have his revenge.

>Inventory:

+ Priest Robe

+ Scythe of Vengance

>Skills:

+ Scythe Fighting (50)

+ Preaching (50)

+ Zeal (3)

>Flaws:

+ [Wrath] You are a rather angry person and have a quick temper whenever it comes to things unholy.

>Bonuses:

+ [One True God] You find easy acceptance amongst the clergy. They will harbor you and care for you as you are faith incarnate. You will of course be expected to do some good deeds for the church from time to time. The poor and broken also flock to you as they see redemption in following your path.

Bartholomew kindly regards his family. “Cousins, Uncle, a pleasure to see you here. Truly the Lord has guided us all to this spot.”

1. Bartholomew integrates himself into the church, praying for a few hours every day, participating and helping out in mass whenever he can and socializing with the church goers.

2. Bartholomew decides to offer his services to the church. Whatever they need, an extra hand around the abbey, someone to work at the orphanage, offer alms to the poor and sickly or someone to cull the filthy heretics.

Rolled 84, 5 = 89 (2d100)

>>2175

Name: Aiska Nation

Fluff: Born with different eyes and hair, Aiska was presented to the "barbarians" at a very young age as a peace offering between our people. Raised as one of them, but always at an arms length, Aiska is almost unrecognizable between them. Quickly growing up to be one of their most talented soldiers, when news came that they had destroyed his lands and slaughtered his family, he quickly ran away from his trusty spear and went to the closest kingdom that would be fairly safe from his "family". Now, he seeks a new purpose in his life and career..

>Inventory:

+ Spear of Terenation

+[14 Copper]

>Skills:

+ Polearms (54)

+ Riding (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Unfortunate Past] Cursed being both hunted by the barbarians yet being almost indistinguishable from one you will have to take shit from both sides.

>Bonuses:

+ [A Woman's Scorn] Once your Spear was a family heirloom but ever since you have officially been married to the Warchief's daughter she cared for it with all her heart. And even the men on the far side of the Barbarian's empire know, love is a force to be reknogned with. Now that you left her behind who knows what that means for the spear.

1-2; Go around the scummy parts trying to find information on any fighting or sparring places, beating people up if I have to

>>2177

Name: Elise Nation

Fluff: Poorly positioned to ever inherit anything from her parents, Elise turned her eye to trade in order to forge her own path in the world. Though never wildly successful, her path has led her to participate in a variety of travels and businesses, including raising a mercenary band to aid a Lord her family owed a debt to. With news of her family's lands fallen to invaders, Elise has turned her focus to rumors that some of her kin survived.

Inventory:

+ Cross Necklace Bearning the Family's Coat of Arms

+Priest Robes

+ 2 silver

Skills:

+ Haggling (106)

+ Mediation (3)

+ Loyal (2)

>Job:

+ Alfred Whitecity Accounting (2 Silver / turn)

Flaws:

+ [Female] It's not really your fault when you think about it and it's not all that bad. People constantly understimate you which is good for business, but they will often try to give you irrationally bad prices and sometimes outright refuse to trade with you. Seeing as you have no man at your side they often make lewd suggestions which you have learned to ignore over the years.

Bonuses:

+ [Independent] You have made it once and you can make it again. Of course this time you have a family to care about however you can handle yourself in most situations. You receive a bonus to haggling and trade in general.

>>2186

>>2189

"Cousin, Uncle. I could… If it is not too much trouble… Could one of you escort me, tomorrow? And perhaps longer?"

>>2189

Rolled 20, 11 = 31 (2d100)

>>2196

1.

Alfred Whitecity must be informed of this "Elias" and his actions. An interest in his business is potentially a threat to his business, and potentially to his other employees. Surely my Cousin or Uncle will prevent another abduction.

2.

Though I am seen as a liability by his enemies, I shall prove myself worthy of Alfred Whitecity's trust by doing an exceptional job.

Rolled 65, 3 = 68 (2d100)

Name: Urok "The Mad" Ni'aa

Fluff: Similarly to B'aa, Ni'aa brands himself a medicine man…though many would argue that Ni'aa's "cures" are too sinister to be branded as mere remedies.

Take a terminal case of jungle rot on the face, for example. Most practitioners of the herbal arts would say there is nothing that can be done to save the patient. Urok would disagree…wash one's face in the blood of an infant under the light of a full moon, sacrifice to the spirits, and all shall be well. It is these cures that have branded Urok a miracle worker, a heretic, and, most famous of all, the moniker of "The Mad"

When the horse barbarians came, Urok was displaced for miles upon miles of land. Now finding himself in a strange new land with new customs, and an entirely increasingly wary society of his practices, all Urok has left is family and his heirloom of three shrunken heads. Urok swears to the ancestral spirits that the heads "show him the light when he is lost," though every other member of the family has never heard anything from the heirloom.

>Inventory:

+ Three Shrunk Heads (Family Heirloom)

+4 Copper

+ 1 Dead Mouse

>Skills:

+ "Alternative Healing Methods" (100)

+ Mythology (4)

+ Searching (1)

>Job:

+Mortician Assistant (2 Copper/turn)

>Companions:

+ Katze the Black Cat

>Information:

+[Prevalent presence of Kak'sse use among corpses]

>Flaws:

+ [Exotic] You are a rare sight. The guards will recognize you easily and people try to go out of your way. The church may also not approve what they believe to be your heathenous ways. People are generally inclined to trust you less.

>Bonuses:

+ [Black Magic] You know some things that would be hard to explain to anyone, especially these White men who have no idea what they are doing. The rituals are nasty to say the least, however they do show results. Needless to say this will be perceived as wholly heretic and they'd probably burn you by the stake if they ever found you practicing in public.

1. Actually, a black cat will do wonders to help me gather vermin for the ritual of divination. I send Katze to bring me more vermin over the next few days.

2. Begin researching the backgrounds of these corpses that come into the morgue that have been afflicted by the Kak'sse extract overdose. There has to be a common thread that is binding all of these deaths together…

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>Name: Talvi Nation

>Fluff: One of the younger sons of the Nation family, Talvi was always smaller and weaker than his older brothers, and the other boys of the castle, and so tended to stay close to his nurse, mother, and sisters. Having enough sons already, his father was not over-concerned over Talvi's girlish habits, assuming he would either have to prove himself a man one day, or join the clergy. However, by his twelfth birthday, Talvi had begun dressing as a girl, participating in needlework and singing with the girls, and, on the balance, living as a girl. This was surprisingly well-received by the rest of the family, and the population of the castle in general, likely owing to his kind and friendly temperament, and good looks. In fact, it was rumored that he had illicit liaisons with several boys and girls of the castle. When the Uhlmannen attacked, he was included with the castle women for the tending of wounded and transport of arrows. After the castle fell, he found that travelers were more likely to take a young maiden along with them. And so he starts with a double-disadvantage: for he has not the strength or rough hands of a lad, nor the childbearing capacity of a girl. For a normal man, this would be an insurmountable challenge. For a son of House Nation? It is simply the opening of their greatest saga yet. >Inventory:

+ Family Key

>Skills:

+ Weaving (50)

+ Noble Customs (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Trap] You're a trap and you know it. If found out by the church they will surely see to it that you are burned by the stake for such a grievious sin while some decadent noble may even take a liking to it.

>Bonuses:

+ [Well Prepared Trap] You've been a trap most of your life and are able to keep up appearances even with only rags to cover few areas of your body though in turn you do lack a lot of the strength the other members of your gender tend to have.

1. Look for employment with weavers' guilds, or as a servant in a noble house in the city

2. in the evening, canvass the pubs to gain information on any other Nations in the city

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2199

other roll

>>2179

You continue to pray for healing and forgiveness. People continue to join and leave the church, some of their faces seem familiar, though they could have been the faces of priests you have already seen around for some time. Then it dawns on you that the man who had been praying so piously could be no other than Bartholomew Nation a devout member of your adopted family!

>Skills:

+ Zeal (2)

>>2180

You struggle to get out of the hold and for a second you had your hand slip through his. He was stronger than you and in a better position, but perhaps you could.. "Ah, good cousin Wiviker!", you hear someone else approaching and quickly he holds you down as well. What the hell was he doing?! Did he just call you the guys conquest? What the hell was wrong with these people?

The more you thought about it this did sound like your family. It had always been weird beyond any limit of reason. You forced your gaze upwards to look into the face of.. your brother? It had been years since you had last seen him, but there could be no doubt that the small baby face you remembered had grown to become this young aristocratic man, even though he was still dressed in rags.

"Mid–", you began but didn't get to finish your sentence, with the force of a sledgehammer the fist of a very angry man came crashing down onto your temple and sent you into the deep land of dreams. Chicks were dancing accross the black in front of your eyes, mocking you.

>Skills:

+ Hand to Hand (4)

>You are knocked unconscious and have to sit out a turn, it would be best if you could still post though so I could tell you where you wake up and stuff.

>>2181

You try looking around for an abandoned villa, but in this town it seems villas are mostly occupied by the richer members of society or scummy holes full of criminals trying to rob you the moment you entered.

As for the guard. Did it need a leader? Yes. Everyone agreed on that. However it had one. The son of Weissstadt's ruler Lord Whitecity had been put in charge of the Guard years back. He had largely been a figurehead until now and his personal assistant had effectively been leading the guard, so while there was a lack of leading qualities there were no open spots. Though the guard did accept you with open arms they seem completely unconcerned with the Uhlmannen who are a far way to the East.

>Job:

+ Whitecity Guard (+1 Silver/Turn)

>Inventory:

+ Helmet

+ Leather Guard Armor

+ Iron Sword

>>2182

You continued to hold down the woman and talk to her, then her hand slipped out of yours. Quickly you tried to grab it again and prevent her from getting free as she continued to hurl all kinds of insults at you. You were about to loose your grip on her again when quickly somebody else came from the entrance and helped you to hold her down. "Ah, good cousin Wikiver!", ah, him. Middus. The guy who spent all the money and then got that stupid golden ship to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Your family actually had to sell of a part of their land just in order to make up for all the debts Middus had caused, now he was trying to help you hold down your "conquest". You noticed how he was struggling to keep as much as a single arm of hers in check. He really held down girls like a girl.

She was still struggling when you noticed a movement on the edge of your vision. Your brother had finally gotten his nuts back and as now kneeling next to the young woman with anger burning in his eyes. She started saying something, "Mid-", but with a single well placed punch that looked like he could have sent a cow dreaming he knocked her out cold.

>Skills:

+ Hand to Hand (4)

>>2183

You're a rather tall guy but that has never stopped people from forgetting about you. Whenever you and your family went on a journey you had to look out so you wouldn't be left behind on accident. Those were both the perks and the downsides of being the last child. Either way you have grown accustomed to it, though it does make you a horrible beggar.

>Inventory:

+ Grandfather's Ornate Dagger

>Skills:

+ Daggering (34)

+ Noble Customs (33)

+ Sneaking (33)

>Flaws:

+ [Forgettable] You were made to be forgotten. While guards will often forget your face and you can get lost in large crowds easily this is horrible for heroic speeches, begging or finding true love.

>Bonuses:

+ [Unassuming] You are rarely accused of doing anything, largely because people don't care or expect you to have done anything. Also bonus to sneaking.

>>2201

>>2184

You play flute in the town square, however they have seen better people. You get a few free tomatoes for playing your flute however you have to quickly hide it away to prevent tomato pieces from getting stuck in it. You are now also slightly red. Luckily for you it doesn't matter all that much when you quickly get your revenge on the town and steal some plain clothing that was spun in a small alleyway between houses. You now look more like an average joe than a real beggar which does have both its pros and cons.

>Inventory:

+ Plain Clothing

>Skills:

+ Stealing (2)

>>2186

The next day Elise asks you to protect her for the day, she was afraid the guys would come back and you promised to protect her, even though you had little more than a broom. And saying you had little more than the broom was an overstatement. You had the broom and that was it.

At her workplace which seems to be some kind of merchant's open storage, you really had no idea how to describe it, you are mostly bored and just look around. Perhaps they had already noticed you were sticking close to Elise and guarding her? Perhaps the people had given up. Or perhaps..

Where was Elise? What was the last thing she said? She wanted to inform the guy who was paying her? You turned around and saw two broad shouldered men turn a corner with a long suspiciously moving sack on their shoulders. Quickly you rushed after them broom in hand. They hadn't expected any followers and thus they were completely unprepared when you rammed your broom into the first one's hollow of the knee. He quickly sacked onto his knees and you gave him a real hard hit in the head with your broom which began to show cracks.

The second guy now turned around to you and the sack hit the ground with a surprised scream. As he tried to swing at you you struck the mans shoulder delivering a harsh back hand blow across the guys face. This was too much for your poor broom which splintered in the man's face. The other had gotten back up, but now your brooms end was pointy.

You delivered three rapid stabs to his chest with terrifying elegance probably best compared to an angry snake. Red circles formed around the areas of impact as he stumbled back two steps. It would take ages to kill them with this thing.

"Halt!", you heard a voice shouting from behind you. A group of guards had apparently noticed your little exchange and were now coming to what you hoped to be your aid. The guys quickly turned around running off.

>Skills:

+ Polearms (5)

>Inventory:

+ Broken Broom

>>2187

You tried your luck with mediation a few times, however you seemed to be out of luck. While certainly your mediation would work well on a diplomatic and interpersonal level you seem not nearly as well versed when it comes to handling mediating merchants. They manage to lie seven times in a sentence with six words, every good the other owns is worth nothing, his own double. They really were a seedy bunch. At least you learned something for the day.

As you returned back to the garrison to ask for a shield you are rather surprised to find that the armorer makes no snappy comment about how you special guardsman need a shield or how carrying a shield around all day will make your arm grow tired. Instead he just hands you a shield and tells you to bring it back if it should be damaged. Now that was easy.

>Skills:

+ Mediation (2)

>Inventory:

+ Wooden Guard Shield

>>2189

You skulk around the church trying to obtain information about your injuries, sadly nobody seems to have anything interesting secret to discuss. Mostly the priests are just busy with their prayers and talking about this and that. The Red Cloaks are suspiciously often target of their discussions, apparently they are doing the church some form of service, though one or the other does object their "methods" whatever it is they are talking about.

Then you finally get to a more interesting discussion that is seemingly about you. It's largely about "that loud old guy" who "slipped and hit his head real hard". Though the two talking are swiftly caught by an older priest and lectured as to why they should not make fun of those who needed the help of god. No conspiracy here. Or at least none you know of.

You then proceed onwards into town to find some family members of yours though you find nothing of the sorts. Perhaps you should check a tavern or something? Though you have no coin to pay for any drinks or anything else of the sorts you would most likely have to hit up one of your relatives for some money. But no time for that, who said you needed to buy anything?

You head down into town and look around pubs but find nothing interesting. Except when you find Wikiver sit on Vivian who was apparently just knocked the fuck out by Edmund while being held down by Middus in the entrance of some shabby pub.

>Skills:

+ Sneaking (3)

>>2202

>>2192

That bitch! Still holding your crotch with one hand you drag yourself up on the bar counter with the other. That hurt. Like really, really hurt. Slowly you managed to get yourself into a stable standing position as behind you the struggle continued. When you turned around your brother was holding down the young woman with the meagre help of your.. cousin was it? With a determined step you walked over to your two relatives who had now subdued the girl. She tried to say something, "Mid-" that was when you punched her right in the fucking temple.

Her muscles relaxed as she lost consciousness. The blow had been really well placed and now that she was in the land of dreams you could refrain from strangling her which was progress as far as you were concerned.

>Skills:

+ Hand to Hand (8)

>>2194

You try to integrate yourself into the church as well as you can, however here and there the church of Weissstadt seems to have a few customs unknown to you. As it seemed over the years the church in the far east and west had slowly been drifting apart. You still represented the same goals and the church of Weissstadt was very in line with the deeper teachings of the faith, however some of the things they did made no sense to you. There was no cause for them in the book of the faith, though you refrained from openly accusing them of anything.

From the looks of it sadly it seemed like the church had only few requirements for manpower but in light of your bad situation they are willing to fire the altar boy who was usually responsible for it and grant you the job of lighting the candles. It pays like shit but it's also not the least bit of effort.

>Job:

+ Church Candle Lighter (1 Copper / Turn)

>Skills:

+ Zeal (1)

>>2195

So now where would you get your fighting training on? Of course you could go right ahead and go stab a few guys but that wouldn't be right. You'd have to hit them so they could tell you something. But what would you ask them? Roughly seven guys spread over various streets later you come to the conclusion that nobody is willing to tell you about sparring places either because there are none, or because people are very inconsiderate and hostile towards barbarians.

"Well how about the Guard fuckface.", an angry voice emerged behind you. Roughly eight guardsmen in leather armor with swords and spears were standing behind you. Apparently word about a guy who kept beating up people had spread and the guard had actually bothered checking it out.

That or somebody was just being biased against Barbarians again. Well. This is what you wanted. Sort of. You just really didn't want to get stabbed by those eight guys. One or two? Maybe, they were armored but you were good. But eight?

>Skills:

+ Polearms (3)

>>2203

>>2196

You ask Icterus to protect you and lucky for you he agrees to do so! Partially because his job is boring and pays almost nothing, but also because you're certain he truly cares for you and your wellbeing is important to him. So you carry him around to work where he is largely bored and you shove around numbers, trying to make sense of a few inaccuracies here and there, correcting the books where necessary when you see your trusty employer Alfred Whitecity stroll along on the other side of the building.

You notify Icterus you are going to tell him about the events, he nods it off but you are sure he was looking at that woman's butt, though nothing can be proven. He was just standing there with his back to you when suddenly your entire world turns dark again and you are once again kidnapped. The sack is far bigger this time covering your entire body and you are quickly lifted up and carried away. You want to shout but somehow the guy manages to keep a hand on your mouth while carrying you.

For a moment there you thought you were done for, then suddenly a shift occurs. You hang in the air for a second, then you fall to the ground with a surprised scream. You try to free yourself from the sack which is harder than expected while you hear the cracking of wood and angry screams on the outside.

Somebody just shouted halt. When you finally get out of the sack Icterus is standing in front of you with a bloodied broken broom in his hand and several guards chasing of two incredibly large muscular men, one of them clutching his chest. Icterus was breathing loudly though he did not seem particularly out of breath.

>Skills:

+ Damsel in Distress (1)

>>2198

Katze does wonders when it comes to collecting vermin. You are suspecting he is keeping some of the goods to himself for his own nefarious purposes such as eating corpses but you really don't judge him.

You asked around about the dead people but nobody really wanted to give you any hints. Most of the people were just found in places and the more questions you asked the more suspicious the people got. What the hell were you trying to do?

You heard a heavy knock on the mortician's door. He walked towards it and looked through a small hole, repeatedly making a shoo sign towards you. Then he did a few more signs you were uncertain what they meant. Hide? That was probably hide. It knocked again.

"Yes, yes. I'm coming!", he yelled and made the sign a last time. You quickly hurried and dug yourself down into the pile of clothes. A nasty bit, but you've been through worse.

The mortician opened the door and men in red cloaks entered. They were almost dressed like priests. "Where is he?", one demanded to know, "He's not here. Just went home.". They stopped and looked at each other, "Where's home?", one of them asked, the old man shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know.". Suspiciously the men looked around, one came really close to the pile of clothes. "We will take a look around, surely you won't mind.".

The mortician seemed nervous, "Please, help yourselves.".

>Inventory:

+ 4 Dead Mice

>Skills:

+ Sneaking (1)

>>2199

Thanks to your promising talent and experience you quickly find a place within the local weavers guild even though it is already full to the brim. You spend the rest of the day making mostly undergarnments because you know how to make a soft cloth. Good for you, having a real job like a busy medieval woman.

Now afterwards it's time to hit the bar. You get a compliment from a rowdy drunk here and there and when you ask about Nation's you get a good laugh like you were making an old joke. Turns it you were and just didn't know about it. Earlier today four or five Nations had met each other near a shitty pub not far from one of the city's gates. First it was just one, but then they just kept coming. Apparently "a Nation never comes alone" is becoming a frequent saying.

>Job:

+ Weaving Guild (5 Copper / Turn)

>Skills:

+ Weaving (1)

Rolled 74, 65 = 139 (2d100)

>>2201

>Name: Natasha Lyubov Nation (the clue is all players are members of the same family)

>Fluff: Found as a orphan in Lyubov House for Orphans, she was a churchgoing little girl who's aspiring to help others. But as Natasha saw other boys being squires to noble knights and warriors and other girls being nuns, bar maidens, & whores. So Natasha studied every passage from the holy books and almost every prayer in the holy books. As Natasha studied she found a knight's blade that had fallen from a knight during a joust and poorly imitating what the knights have done. She later kept the blade that was fallen from the joust and inscribed a symbol that was on the blade on paper… a Fleur de lis a symbol which she uses to inspire a fiery death for preserved heretics.

>Inventory: Fleur de Lis

>Skills: Faith Knowledge (100) & Zeal (2)

>Flaws: [Faith Centered] You have never really lived and have almost no experience whatsoever interacting with people and doing things that are church unrelated.

>Bonuses: [Zealous] You are the incarnation of faithfulness having dedicated your life to the one true god. You gain a bonus concerning anything religious. Claiming you committed a sin was like claiming the Patriarch himself had done so. Preposterous

1-2 Try to find Bartholomew I want to talk to him about religion and find my other brothers and sisters

Rolled 94, 16 = 110 (2d100)

>>2202

Name: Icterus Nation

Fluff: Nearly killed in the fighting for their home castle, Icterus is the sole survivor of the former Household Guard. Middle aged, he has been 'adopted' into the family in recognition of his brave acts. Those brave acts, however, cost him his home and his true family, and he finds himself more than a little bitter.

Inventory: Ornate Bracer, 8 Copper, Broken Broom

Skills: Polearms (105), Loyalty (2), Intimidation (2)

Job: Scrubbing Church Floor +2 Copper/Turn

Flaws: [Bitter] You are cynical, hurtful and can be more than a little shitty to people trying to help you at times. This goes hand in hand with sad memories of your families. Alcohol can help out at times.

Bonuses: [Household Guard] You have been trained to protect and abilities like that don't just vanish over time. You are excellent when it comes to protecting people and can take a blow for somebody else when they are within your reach. You are also vigilant and a trap for any pickpocket.

1. Escort Elise to safety after telling these guards of the two men he fought off.

2. Get a new, sturdier broom.

Rolled 67, 19 = 86 (2d100)

>>2201

Name: Eric Nation

Fluff: Eric is a tall and lanky young man, standing a full head's length above your average person. Not that you'd notice it. Ever since his birth He's just sort of blended into the background. People see him, they just don't recognize he's actually there. Many times in his life he's walked up to people in full view and nearly given the heart attacks by speaking to them. It's not something he does with intent, it's just that he's so unassuming and unimportant in most people's minds they don't recognize him being there. The fact he was also 7th born son to his father, along with his own nature of being beneath notice meant his schooling in matters politic and in arms was lacking. However when the invasion came he was handy enough with his Grandfather's dagger to surprise and kill several soldiers before ditching his clothes for peasants rags and blending into the horde of refuges fleeing the land.

>Inventory

+ Grandfather's Ornate Dagger

>Skills:

+ Daggering (34)

+ Noble Customs (33)

+ Sneaking (33)

>Flaws:

+ [Forgettable] You were made to be forgotten. While guards will often forget your face and you can get lost in large crowds easily this is horrible for heroic speeches, begging or finding true love.

>Bonuses:

+ [Unassuming] You are rarely accused of doing anything, largely because people don't care or expect you to have done anything. Also bonus to sneaking.

1. Use my innate stealth to grab some clothes

+ [Unassuming] You are rarely accused of doing anything, largely because people don't care or expect you to have done anything. Also bonus to sneaking.

2.After getting some attire better than rags, find a means to gain money.

Rolled 43, 93 = 136 (2d100)

>>2204

Name: Edmund Pillory

Fluff: Sir Edmund has hidden a terrible secret from his family. For years he has used the best makeup and disguises money could buy to hide his true nature. He wore concealing cloaks, practiced squawking in four different languages, and hid his 'skin condition' from view. You see, Edmund Pillory is a bird. There is no bird more honorable and noble in all the world, however, and he defends his family name to the last, even if it means his secret is discovered.

You are a bird posing as a man. Well actually you are a man thinking he is a bird posing as a man. Even centuries from now they would not fully be able to understand your condition. Perhaps god had played a cruel joke on you, but ever since you can remember you've kept this secret from everyone else. Your greatest power, but possibly your achilles heel as well.

>Inventory:

+ Sigil of Flame

>Skills:

+ Hand to Hand (8)

+ Intimidation (1)

+ Luck (2)

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Dueling (50)

>Flaws:

+ [The Bird Issue] If somebody discovers your secret you are compelled to obey their commands in order for them not to reveal your terrible secret. This would not prevent you from killing them. Of course only if they specifically found out that you are a bird pretending to be human, not a human thinking he is a bird pretending to be human. The latter would be a ridiculous lie.

+ [Bird Talk] Sometimes you can't resist and just chirp along with the birds.

>Bonuses:

+ [The Phoenix Sigil] You are uncertain what it does, has to be some sort of riddle. Better be careful and don't destroy your family heirloom. Though if you could open it somehow, who knew what would be inside?

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

1 - Out like a light. Glad that any more violence is averted! Now, let's help the woman into a chair so she can be woken up later. "Wiviker, my good man, good to see you walked out of the event uninjured. If you'll excuse me, I have some injuries of my own to tend to."

(Ow this really clucking hurts. Go and find a doctor.)

2 - It seems my brother was not the only Pillory to end up here after all. Perhaps the others would be in need of some pecking money as well? If we get back together, we can even restore our honor as a family line!

(Try to meet other, less vagrant family members.)

Rolled 86, 36 = 122 (2d100)

Name: Tacitus Nation

Fluff: Once a proud commander of the Empire, Tacitus was a renowned centurion famous for his subjagation and elimination of the savage barbarians of the wilderness, his campaigns and conquest brought much land to the Empire, and many men to drive it's warmachine, but then something changed. The once disorganized and masterless brutes rushed forth in uncountable numbers, as if driven by some unknown force so magnificent in its power and cruelty that it forced the unkempt masses to overrun the empires borders, razing the towns and cities to the ground, slaughtering it's villages and people wholesale. It was outside the Empire's capital, a city of seven hills, the Tacitus saw the fall of the man, and with his family and the remains of his legion he set out west, the final vestiges of a fallen glory. He and his men and some refugees, people he now considers his family after the daunting journey they took to get here, now find themselves infront of a city which name is not known to them, and hope to regain the lives they lost to the fires of war.

Inventory: [RuneFang]/[Ancestral longsword] - It belonged to Tacitus father, and his father before him, and his father before him, it's material composition is unknown, and the shines with and ancient power unknown to man.

+ Helmet

+ Leather Guard Armor

+ Iron Sword

Skills:

+ Leadership (75)

+ Swordfighting (25)

Flaws:

+ [Bigheaded] You think a lot of yourself and that is quite self evident to the people around you, some will be itimidated but many will find it annoying. You also tend to attribute victories to your own tactical superiortiy.

Bonuses:

+ [Commander with a Heart of Gold] Whenever you lead men you try to prevent needless casualties and this is a trait very valued by those who serve under you who in turn rarely care for your bigheadedness. As a side effect loosing men in battle and family members hits you especially hard on an emotional level.

Job:

+ Whitecity Guard (+1 Silver/Turn)

1. Welp, reduced to a foot slogger, it's been a while since I've had to be a grunt, might as well make the rounds, shank some criminal scum, get Runefang some blood.

2. Keep looking for a place to call home, anywhere unoccupied will do, as long as it has a roof

Rolled 46, 53 = 99 (2d100)

>Name: Talvi Nation

>Fluff: One of the younger sons of the Nation family, Talvi was always smaller and weaker than his older brothers, and the other boys of the castle, and so tended to stay close to his nurse, mother, and sisters. Having enough sons already, his father was not over-concerned over Talvi's girlish habits, assuming he would either have to prove himself a man one day, or join the clergy. However, by his twelfth birthday, Talvi had begun dressing as a girl, participating in needlework and singing with the girls, and, on the balance, living as a girl. This was surprisingly well-received by the rest of the family, and the population of the castle in general, likely owing to his kind and friendly temperament, and good looks. In fact, it was rumored that he had illicit liaisons with several boys and girls of the castle. When the Uhlmannen attacked, he was included with the castle women for the tending of wounded and transport of arrows. After the castle fell, he found that travelers were more likely to take a young maiden along with them. And so he starts with a double-disadvantage: for he has not the strength or rough hands of a lad, nor the childbearing capacity of a girl. For a normal man, this would be an insurmountable challenge. For a son of House Nation? It is simply the opening of their greatest saga yet.

>Inventory:

+ Family Key

+5 copper

>Skills:

+ Weaving (51)

+ Noble Customs (50)

>Flaws:

+ [Trap] You're a trap and you know it. If found out by the church they will surely see to it that you are burned by the stake for such a grievious sin while some decadent noble may even take a liking to it.

>Bonuses:

+ [Well Prepared Trap] You've been a trap most of your life and are able to keep up appearances even with only rags to cover few areas of your body though in turn you do lack a lot of the strength the other members of your gender tend to have.

>Job:

+underwear maker with the weaver's guild (5 copper/turn)

1. find a room to rent for now

2. stake out the bar and try to find an relation

>>2190

Oh look at him being busy like that! Quickly you move in to help your relative subdue the young woman though she is a feisty one always trying to pull her arm away but strong like you are you almost manage to really subdue the arm. It is then that Edmund comes stumbling from the bar counter, looks like he had gotten hit in the crotch pretty hard. He squats in front of the woman and punches her in the temple knocking her out cold without the least bit of effort. Now that was martial skill.

Meanwhile you contemplated all the possible things you could do with Lady Contessa. You had faith in your own abilities after all you had your fair share of experiences and despite being quite the handsome looker you also had a number of other "abilities" though you would not get to use them just yet as there was still the issue of a young unconscious woman lying around.

(You forgot to add your charming skill from last turn)

>Skills:

+ Lover (4)

>>2206

Elise tried to stop the trembling that suddenly overtook her body. "T-thank you, Icterus." Despite her overwhelmed mind, she offered her cousin and savior a smile.

Rolled 24, 67 = 91 (2d100)

>>2212

>Fluff: The youngest child of the Nation Clan, Middus constantly felt the need to prove himself, ever since he was a child. He had to have the most expensive toys and the largest pony, and the vast Nation family treasury was enough to cover for his childhood spending. However, as he grew older, his tastes grew more ambitious and his habits more decadent. He spent thousands of coins on frivolous belongings, in a constant race to show up the nearest nobles. This culminated in Middus buying a solid gold ship-of-the-line in response to his neighbors new yacht. Suffice to say, the maiden voyage did not go as well as planned. That little escapade bankrupted the family, who were forced to sell the lands and estates of the family to merely pay off debts. This chain of events has left Middus as perhaps the least popular member of the family, and have driven him into destitution.

>>Inventory:

>+ Family Solid Gold Crossbow, Gems and Silver

>>Skills:

+ Being Pompous (100)

+ Lover (4)

+ Charming (4)

>>Flaws:

>+ [Proud] You are very, very proud and getting you by your pride is easier done than said.

>+ [Spendthrift] You cannot be trusted with money. No matter how hard you try, you simply have an expensive taste and that will probably never change. Though this probably would make you a good shopping companion for young rich noble women.

>>Bonus:

>+ [The Most Noble] You know how to present yourself, no matter how shabby you may look, posture and voice are the epitome of what it means to be noble.

>>Job:

>+ Lady Contessa Whitecity Servant (Food and Place to stay)

>>2209

>>2182

Ah yes, jolly good hit, Good Sir Edmund! A fine show. Middus, at your service, esteemed relative from the honorable house of nation.

Shake my hand, good sir! And you to, cousin Wiviker, mighty fine! The family is all back together again.

1. Ah yes! Recount my heroic deeds to the patrons, and share my visions of a golden future. Perhaps the patrons of this fine establishment would share a drink for financial advisements?

2. Assist Edmund and Wiviker in whatever way be necessary, particularly regarding the feisty young woman.

Rolled 11, 95 = 106 (2d100)

Name: Elise Nation

Fluff: Poorly positioned to ever inherit anything from her parents, Elise turned her eye to trade in order to forge her own path in the world. Though never wildly successful, her path has led her to participate in a variety of travels and businesses, including raising a mercenary band to aid a Lord her family owed a debt to. With news of her family's lands fallen to invaders, Elise has turned her focus to rumors that some of her kin survived.

Inventory:

+ Cross Necklace Bearning the Family's Coat of Arms

+Priest Robes

+ 4 silver

Skills:

+ Haggling (106)

+ Mediation (3)

+ Loyal (2)

+ Damsel in Distress (1)

>Job:

+ Alfred Whitecity Accounting (2 Silver / turn)

Flaws:

+ [Female] It's not really your fault when you think about it and it's not all that bad. People constantly understimate you which is good for business, but they will often try to give you irrationally bad prices and sometimes outright refuse to trade with you. Seeing as you have no man at your side they often make lewd suggestions which you have learned to ignore over the years.

Bonuses:

+ [Independent] You have made it once and you can make it again. Of course this time you have a family to care about however you can handle yourself in most situations. You receive a bonus to haggling and trade in general.

1.

Ensure Alfred Whitecity and the Guards learn of both incidents involving these scum. Their interest in the contents of the crates suggests they plan a theft. But don't stray far from Icterus this time…

2.

This won't stop me from working. If I do not prove myself and earn coin, how else will the family begin to climb out of poverty?

>>2213

Icterus merely folded up the remnants of his broom, stepping to the side and gesturing with his bracer arm to the street, ushering her onward with his usual grim look.

>>2217

Look here you little shit.

Rolled 82, 39 = 121 (2d100)

>>2202

Name: Sigurd Nation

Fluff: Sigurd is the oldest surviving member of the once-grand Nation family, father to many of it's strongest children and at one point a greatly-respected man for his rational judgement and skill at arms - and he had it all taken away in an instant. Few of his children still breathe, his house lies in financial and popular ruin and one of his eyes was burned to uselessness, making even combat difficult for the aging man. His brothers and sisters all lie missing or dead as well, and taking care of their children and re-assembling the great house of Nation from it's ashes has fallen onto his shoulders. Perhaps the most shameful thing to him was the loss of his grand blade and armor, things he desperately seeks back.

>Inventory:

+ Ancestor's Pendant

+ Priest Robe

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (60)

+ Leadership (25)

+ Searching (2)

+ Luck (1)

+ Sneaking (3)

>Flaws:

+ [Aging] You become older every year and slowly your skill at arms begins to degrade. The guilt and ridicule do nothing to improve the situation. It's only rubbing more salt into old wounds.

+ [Scarred Skull] Your head is a tad more fragile than usual and there is a long scar on it, otherwise you're good.

>Bonuses:

+ [Old Dog New Tricks] Even though you are growing older every year you do not intend to leave your family with nothing. While your body may not act the ways it used to your mind is still more than focused on the task. You are determined to do what is necessary and in order to protect your family you can still perform feats of grandeur.

>>2209

>>2214

>>2180

Could it be true? My nieces Edmund and Wikiver, and my own flesh and blood Middus and Vivian… they seem so much older. Hah, I suppose I do to them as well. With a shaky voice, Sigurd cried out "My children." in a subdued voice that seemed to boom across the room to them, oblivious to their fight and the fact his daughter was knocked the fuck out. "Is that truly you?"

1. Appoint the church as the meeting point for all those of Nation blood and direct them to it.

2. Continue searching for the last stragglers of survivors to gather together - we must be united in these tough, dark times, and I need to be the guiding hand to begin the reparation of our family. Even should it kill me.

Perhaps especially should it kill me.

>>2222

Nephews* not nieces. Though they do look like bitches punching my kids like that.

Name: Wikiver Nation

Fluff: A young man with an even temper. Although he is honorable his is also quite greedy and lustful. He was learning to become a true lord when his family lands were invaded. His father pushed the family sword, which is made from a strange golden metal and forged in a strange shape, into hands and sent him away. Now he is here.

Inventory: The Dragon Fang

Skills: Swordfighting (50)

+ Serpent Blade Combat (50)

+ Intimidation (6)

+ Luck (1)

+ Hand to Hand (6)

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

Flaws: + [Greedy] You have a hard time letting go of gold, people you have to pay do not appreciate this.

+ [Lustful] You like a good tumble, this comes with some expertise in the area. Women find it hard to resist you however the feeling is mutual. Be careful not to hurt the ones you love.

Bonuses: [Wielder of the Dragon Fang] Your weapon is your father's blade. It is not magic, only a fool would believe that, but if handled right the blade dances almost as if alive, sneaking past scales of armor and cutting deep into enemy flesh. You've also never cut yourself on this one before.

>>2214

>>2222

"Ah. So she is one of ours. I thought she was just a thief or looter for a moment there. Well Uncle Siguard, Cousin Middas, it is good to see you both again. Would either of you be able to pay for her bar tab then?"

>>2225

Sigurd's warm, weathered face gained a hint of anger at the mention of money. "Our lands our burned, our finances are nonexistent and our name is tarnished, nephew. There is nothing to pay my daughter's tab with." He looked around the bar, the anger in his face growing. "I used to come to a bar like this, decades ago…"

>>2226

"I was hoping you had better luck in the monetary department than I did. I'll see what I can do though."

Rolled 82, 98 = 180 (2d100)

>>2225

>>2201

1&2. Talk to the barkeep about having part of my pay, when I get some, to be used to pay off my cousin's tab. I'll collect it from her later when she can actually afford it. I should make her pay interest too.

>>2222

>>>Name:Vivian Nation

>>>Fluff: Vivian was alone crying in the rubble. The mercenaries hired to destroy the castle decided that grabbing a baby girl to "use" once she grows up seemed like a sound idea. That was until they realized that they had spent so much time and effort taking care of this girl, that they couldn't rape her. By the time she was 18 she was already fighting like the best of them. When one of the men finally got pissed at her one day and told her how they all raped and killed most of her family, torched her home, and even stole her fathers sword, she took it quiet well. She ripped out the throat of the one who told her, took the sword off of his corpse, and told the others she was going to need some "alone time", but considering her personality that was very rational.

>>>Inventory:

>>+ Father's Sword

>>>Skills:

>>+ Swordfighting (50)

>>+ Survival (50)

>>>Flaws:

>>+ [Hard Goodbye] You are not exactly on good terms with your old mercenary band and word travels fast. This may be trouble in the long run.

>>>Bonus:

>>+ [Tough Girl] You're a tough girl, you've spent your life on the road and don't mind eating moldy food from time to time. Though you do still have some bonding issues this will assist you further in combat and survival.

Vivian gurgles as she lies unconscious on the ground.

Rolled 81, 7 = 88 (2d100)

>>2183

Jack of all trades, master of none. That's what they always said and they were right to say it. You learned a trick or two in your life. Then you learned another two. You never really perfected many of the things you've learned, but at least you learned a number of them.

>Inventory:

+ Plain Clothing

+ Gold Pendant Flute

>Skills:

+ Flute Play (25)

+ Knife Throwing (25)

+ Dancing (25)

+ Swordfighting (25)

+ Stealing (2)

>Flaws:

+ [Lack of Concentration] Whenever you really need to concentrate on one thing at a time you are going to get some issues. Really focusing is not your strong suit.

>Bonus:

+ [Jack of All Trades] You gain a bonus to newly learning skills, however you do take a penalty to advancing them once you have reached a certain level.

1. Guess my Flute won't be making any money. Wait Until Night and Break Into A Blacksmiths Workshop. Try and steal Some knives and a plate of armor.

2. Perhaps, I could steal some coin off those Drunks hanging around the Local tavern.

>>2226

>>2225

Middus appears positively befuddled at a latest turn of events. Clearly attempting to change to conversation from the topic of money as quick as possible, he embraces his father.

"Ah Father! It has been too long. I still remember the day you and by brothers set out upon the long campaign, leaving me in charge of the honorable house's finances. Time has treated you… As well as can be expected…"

>>2229

Upon learning the "Feisty Conquest" of Wiviker was once his sister, Middus decided the best course of action would be to excuse responsibility, and pretend the whole debacle never happened.

Name: Oo'ka B'aa

Fluff: A medicine man from a place to the southeast, where the hot sun watches over the Gazelle, the Lion, and the Elephant.

When he arrived believe him to be a giant, and in a sense they are correct.

The people of his region had skin dark as the bark of blackwood, and were already taller than the "pale men". But tribe were known as the Ae'bweya, in their language "The Tall Men" for their great height, towering over their own kin. They lived in a "castle" of stone and mud baked by the sun, on a great mound built by their ancestors long ago.

Perhaps this explains why ever since his arrival the only men he could speak to without looking down were on horse, and why he must bend his back to navigate the short roofs of the cold grey stone of the pale men.

With the Uhlmannen came the end of the tribe, they tore down the catles of their ancestors, and those who survived fled, as he did. Over great distances he lead them, seeking to flee the "Horse barbarians" as far as the ends of the world. And that's where they seem to have ended up in. A strange land, with strange people and strange tongues, and the sky is bitter and cold, and the nights long.

All they have left of their former life is held in the hands of Oo'ka B'aa, their greatest artifact, a chieftans great club of strange black metal.

Believed it to be magic, it given to them by by the first man of their family many generations ago, and legended that he wrested from the Pharaoh of the lands of sand, who himself was gifted it by the gods, for through generations it neither rusts nor tarnishes.

>Inventory:

+ Some Sticks

+ Several Reefs

+ 1 Dose of Sedative

+ Rock

>Skills:

+ Searching (1)

+ Hunting (1)

+ Blow-Dart-Using (1)

Rolled 100, 86 = 186 (2d100)

>>2234

>Missed a turn, make up pls

1. Build my home, I have supplies and food now.

2. See if there aren't any wild herbs familiar to me here I can use for making medecine.

—

3. A warrior stays alive through strength, strength is maintained through exercise. Like a tree I must grow strong.

4. See if anyone here is in need of a medecine man.

Rolled 9, 59 = 68 (2d100)

>>2241

>>2231

Sigurd nods solemnly after releasing Middus from a crushingly tight bear hug. "The world is not altogether too easy on downtrodden old men, Middus. I hope this… slight bump in our prestige and finance will teach you something of humility, at the least." Sigurd's tone is not threatening or confrontational, but warm and humorous, as if making a joke of the horrid situation. "And you're not being put in charge of our money ever again."

>>2229

"Also, one of you help her, for God's sake! Why is my daughter unconscious in the first place?"

Rolled 33, 80 = 113 (2d100)

Name: Edmund Pillory

Fluff: Sir Edmund has hidden a terrible secret from his family. For years he has used the best makeup and disguises money could buy to hide his true nature. He wore concealing cloaks, practiced squawking in four different languages, and hid his 'skin condition' from view. You see, Edmund Pillory is a bird. There is no bird more honorable and noble in all the world, however, and he defends his family name to the last, even if it means his secret is discovered.

You are a bird posing as a man. Well actually you are a man thinking he is a bird posing as a man. Even centuries from now they would not fully be able to understand your condition. Perhaps god had played a cruel joke on you, but ever since you can remember you've kept this secret from everyone else. Your greatest power, but possibly your achilles heel as well.

>Inventory:

+ Sigil of Flame

>Skills:

+ Hand to Hand (8)

+ Intimidation (1)

+ Luck (2)

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Dueling (50)

>Flaws:

+ [The Bird Issue] If somebody discovers your secret you are compelled to obey their commands in order for them not to reveal your terrible secret. This would not prevent you from killing them. Of course only if they specifically found out that you are a bird pretending to be human, not a human thinking he is a bird pretending to be human. The latter would be a ridiculous lie.

+ [Bird Talk] Sometimes you can't resist and just chirp along with the birds.

>Bonuses:

+ [The Phoenix Sigil] You are uncertain what it does, has to be some sort of riddle. Better be careful and don't destroy your family heirloom. Though if you could open it somehow, who knew what would be inside?

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

>>2251

"She had no money to pay, and attacked us when we asked her to do so. I stopped the conflict before any serious injuries could occur. Don't worry, she will be cawright."

1/2 - Find out if any of my family knows what the deal is with this Sigil. Sigurd seems pretty knowledgeable at least. If not, I'll just have to inspect it myself.

>>2209

Clutching your dick and balls while Middus continues to compliment you on your well placed strike you wobble to the exit to find a doctor. It's feeling a bit swollen, but honestly you doubt there has been any major impact. This is the elegant pose in which you meat old Sigurd who is loudly shouting something about family and how happy he is to see you again, immediatly inquiring as to why his daughter is unconscious. Well. You did find a more refined family member. Sooo, you got what you want?

You immediately held the Flame Sigil into his face inquiring as to what it is however he says he has no idea and goes onward welcoming you and all his other family members.

Meanwhile Middus tried to sway the owner to give him something to drink in exchange for financial advise, at the notion you quickly turned around violently shaking your head, forming the word "No" with your lips. You notice you are not the only one to do so.in

Sigurd then continues to talk and you play around with your Sigil. It's made of metal parts, lots and lots of intertwined metal parts. Smaller metal containers. You shook it a bit and heard the sound of some liquid. So there was water inside of it? You carefully hit it against the wall but really you have no idea what to expect. Twisting it you try to take off the top but it won't budge.

You looked outside into the darkness beyond the tavern and recognized the femine face of Talvi, the family crossdresser.

(Your crotch is fine)

>Skills:

+ Luck (8)

+ Mechanical Understanding (?) (8)

>Job:

You now earn 5 copper per turn additionally to the other stuff. (ask your brother about it)

>>2211

You quickly find a room to rent in one of the local taverns it's nothing great but at least it's not expensive or anything. Two copper coins a night for the room and some food and drink. For the price it could also be a long time solution. At first the barkeeper gives you a few doubting looks but then he just hands you the keys and you settle in. Sure you still didn't have any clean clothes that managed to cover up the entirety of your body but with your money you could at least buy some.

Having procured yourself a place to stay you set out to the bar people had been talking about and truly. There they were, a whole numbre of your fellow family members. One of them was holding his crotch in one hand and hitting a metal object against a wall with the other but at least the others were trying something a little more normal. The focus was on a little as some of them were trying to fix an unconscious scraggely young woman onto a bar chair. The guy holding his crotch looked right at you and in his face you could see the raising eyebrows of recognition. That was Edmund, you were certain. Seemed like you were just in time to hear Sigurd proclaim that the official family meeting spot was to be Weissstadt's church. Which was both a good and a bad thing for you.

You were uncertain whether to say anything when Sigurd himself turned around and stayed right at you. You were uncertain what he thought of your sexual orientation, though you were very cetain that he knew your little "secret".

>Skills:

+ Searching (2)

>Holdings:

+ Tavern Room + Meal (- 2 Copper / Turn)

>>2214

In a sudden realization of brilliance you attempt to sway the Owner of the place to give you and your family members some free drinks in exchange for some financial advise from a most experienced noble. At first you thought he was going to agree, already filling the first glass, but just as he opened his mouth he shut it again. Apparently he had changed his mind. What an odd man.

You then assist Wiviker in fixing your sister onto one of the bar stools. She looked a little roughed up, but you could see the familiarity to your own face. It really had been years since you had last seen your sister and what she had received could hardly be considered a warm welcome. But just look at her! She looked nothing better than a common beggar! Then again neither did you. Certainly you could teach her a thing or two about how to behave herself like a true noblewoman. You would be happy to oblidge! Then again there were other ladies that required your services.

Meanwhile your father proclaimed loudly that the chuch should be the meeting spot for all the Nations in the city. A well planned choice no doubt, then again you had already found a place to stay, though you would have to figure out where Lady Contessa actually stayed.

You heard a mumbling to your left and immediately looked at your sister who was already slumping forward again. Quickly you grabbed her face with both hands and held her straight, "Vivan, can you hear me?".

>Skills:

+ Charming (2)

>>2284

>>2222

You share a happy moment of welcome with your family, though your daughter does not seem to be in the best of conditions. Loudly you announce that the church of Weissstadt would from this day forth, be a meeting spot for all the Nation/Pillory family members who sought refuge. Certainly a well chosen location and spoken out in such a public area you were certain that many would have heard it. Should any of your family members ask about the location they would be sure to receive a reply now. Either way your daughter had not woken up yet and was still being fixed onto a bar stool by her brother who was just offering the tavern owner some financial advise. At the thought you immediately crossed your arms, shaking your head and repeatedly forming the word "NO" with your lips. Apparently it had worked as the tavern keeper quickly changed his mind.

Well then, perhaps you should search for more members of your family, after all you.. your gaze wandered past Edmund who was holding his crotch in one hand and hitting the wall with his flame sigil with the other, to the young woman standing not far from the tavern entrance. Not a woman, that much you knew. This was Talvi Nation/Pillory, the family's crossdresser. It seemed he had survived, for better or worse.

>Skills:

+ Charisma (3)

>>2229

You awaken sitting on a barstool. Everything is unnecessarily loud and your brother Middus is holding your face in his hands being almost uncomfortably close. "Vivian, can you hear me?!", it's like he's shouting right into your face. As your eyes flicker and you can look a bit past him you can see the guy who knocked you out clutching his nuts with one hand and hitting something metallic against the wall with the other. Heh.

But much more importantly, besides him staring right past into the darkness stood a man you had not seen in a very long time. Your father, Sigurd.

>>2225

You quickly helped to fix Vivian on a bar stool while Middus tried to convince the bar owner to accept some financial advise in exchange for a drink. Middus could notice you being so close so you calmly shook your head staring right at the Owner, your lips silently forming the words, "Don't fucking do it.", apparently he is rather convinced and doesn't ask any questions.

You then go on to talking business with the tavern owner for a while. You make some rather convincing arguments which are largely you accusing him of trying to fuck you over by paying you this little for a real mans job that would actually deserve a lot more payment. Not only, you demanded, would he pay you more money, but he would also forget about the tab.

Rather surprised by this sudden change in tone the owner folds in to your demands. You have not only resolved the situation but also allowed yourself and your brother to actually make a living.

Meanwhile Sigurd declared the church official meeting place of your family and also a lot of other shit happened.

>Skills:

+ Intimidation (10)

>Job:

You now earn 5 copper per turn additionally to the other stuff.

>>2285

>>2205

Bartholomew is quick to find. Every day he is busy at church either praying or helping out with whatever needs to be done. He is a pieous man no doubt that carries a large Scythe around wherever he went. Certainly he was a good man and would have fit well with the priests had he not been of noble birth.

You quickly approach him overthrowing him with many complex questions of the faith. Bartholomew then explains to you that faith here differs from faith back home in the East in a variety of smaller way. For example the order in which the candles of the great disciples were lit and usually the length of the mass. Patiently answering all of your questions you realize that he truly is a man of god and knows his way around the faith and it's practices.

As to your other brothers and sisters, he is uncertain where exactly in the family tree your place belongs however Elise, Sigurd and as it turned out Icterus who too was of your blood were staying at the church as well. Just earlier today Sigurd had recovered from a grievous head injury and set out to find other members of your family.

>Skills:

+ Zeal (1)

+ Faith Knowledge (2)

>>2208

You pray to god and asks blessings of his disciples whenever you are not busy helping out around the church. Soon you are approached by a young woman whom you recognize as one of the family's adopted children. Her name is Natasha, you had often seen her in church as when she was adopted she had belonged to an orphanage which were almost solely run by the church.

She asks you a lot of religious questions and soon you realize that she too has devoted her life to the lord, however she seems not as focused on her zealous execution of gods will as she was about collecting all forms of knowledge regarding the faith.

You were a bit ashamed when you realized that this little girl quite possibly knew more about the faith than you did and while certainly you knew the names of the disciples she knew the names of their parents and children. However you tried not to let any of it show, patiently answering her questions to the differences between this church and church back home.

You explain that there is a difference in the order at which the disciples' candles are light because in the West some disciples were worshipped more than others, the length of the mass also differed a bit from the mass back home though not significantly.

You then go back to helping out around the church, the priests really do appreciate a pious man such as yourself and soon they treat you as one of their own. You are even invited to take part in the mass.

>Skills:

+ Faith Knowledge (6)

- Zeal (1)

+ Preaching (3)

>Other:

+ Donations to the Orphanage (1 Copper) (+1 each turn, costs 1 Copper per turn)

>>2286

>>2210

You go out to do your duty as valiantly as ever. Patrolling the streets you ask around for people's troubles and they largely complain to you about the recent increase in clothes. They mostly blame the influx of refugees from the East who have been fleeing from the barbarians. You catch a bunch of them and make the arrest. Brought before the high judge they receive a number of verdicts depending on the seriousness of the crime. They receive the choice between having one of their hands hacked off or being forced into House Whitecastle's serfdom. All of them choose the latter.

Recommended for your arrests you return to your housing search which is rather uneventful. Now that you actually have a regular income you could either afford a place to stay in some tavern or simply sleep in the guard's garrison as most people do.

>Skills:

+ Running (2)

+ Justice (3)

>>2215

Perhaps it was their prejudice against barbarians or perhaps it was the fact that you had just roughed up a number of innocent men in order to obtain the location of a potentially illegal fighting ring, but somehow your heartfelt speech did not seem to really phase the guards. They simply started to surround you and point their pointy spears at you.

You try to resist arrest but they have some very pointy spears and when you attempt to make an attack they just all launch on top of you burying you under their collective weight. You are dragged in front of the high court in chains and charged with unrightful use of force. Though none of your victims seem to be of any relevance to the city and thus you get off with a minor penalty of having to drive the shit cart for the next three days without pay.

Yummy.

>Job:

+ Driving the Shit Cart (Has to be done for 3 turns)

>Skills:

+ Polearms (2)

>>2234

(You get to make up this turn cause I promised Oreo, but from now on if you miss shit you miss it)

You commence constructing your home with secret ancient Southerner wisdom. Only the best clay for you. It makes for a nice wall. Swiftly you collect several branches forming a roof over it then you plant some healing plans within the clay that built the walls. Most people didn't know but once they begun to grow within the closed rooms of your little house they would bring about an air that would support the healing of any illnesses. Using a few sticks which you modelled the clay around you ensure the structure's stability. You are really good at this. It's almost ridiculous. Eithe way now for the entrance. You should probably just break some bark from a tree and use it as door. Yeah, that worked just fine.

Nice house you got there. Not huge, but spacious enough for whatever you needed. You used some soft moss to lay out the ground and make the entire place more comfortable. There was a river nearby so you also had a steady supply of water.

You swiftly set out to find a number of healing herbs outside of your house which you swiftly pick up. Their extract can help to keep clean all sorts of wounds and support their natural healing. While there are more efficient methods of tackling injuries these probably belong to the most comfortable and certainly some of the more reliable ones.

However as a man of your strength you perform poorly, barely able to use the club right you take a few odd swings. One could blame it on your lanky stature however nothing can really excuse such a poor performance of fighting "prowess". Two little white children, a boy and a girl somewhere off in the distance see you practicing. When you spot them they quickly run away, certainly they will tell their parents about the Boogeyman practicing in the woods.

As you are somewhere in the wood there aren't any people in your immediate surrounding truly in need of a medicine man, though you are in a location beneficial for any hunters who might get hurt. Certainly within the city there would be many who could use a good healer.

(You forgot to list your healing skills as well as your flaws and bonuses)

>Skills:

+ Construction (50)

- Club Fighting (2) Note this is minus two so essentially the same as + Club Fighting (-2)

>Holdings:

+ [Hidden Healing Hut] Your own comfortable clay hut which has an aura of mystery to it. The air is heavy with pollen from healing herbs, which will keep you and anybody living here healthy from most diseases. it can also heal you after you have already contracted them. Injury recovery is naturally sped up.

>Inventory:

+ 4 Healing Herbs

>>2287

>>2230

At night you try to break into the Blacksmith's workshop. You try somehow lockpicking the door, however you lack the abilities. Perhaps you should break down the door? Yeah, you'd wake up the entire neighborhood. The windows? Blocked off with Iron grates, looks like they expected somebody to try their luck. Why didn't you expect a blacksmith to have a secured store anyway? This was a waste of time. You pushed against the door and it opened. Right. Of fucking course they had forgotten to lock the door. You quietly stepped inside. However the door would not open any further. You slipped inside through the opening realizing it was the sleeping smith who blocked the entrance.

Silently you stepped over him and towards one of the armors. This one would fit you, except for a small part on the upper right the Leather Armor seemed finished, it had a golden tower sign in the middle of it. You quickly lifted it from the stand. Trying for a more metal armor would probably make too much noise, no point in being greedy if it got you killed. Now where were the daggers in this place? For some reason you had expected him to just have them lying around, but of course a blacksmith only worked on request, there was little purpose to wasting materials on something that he didn't know would be bought.

Hmm, there was a dagger, it was lightly curved. Certainly it would be of good service. You heard a sound from upstairs, somebody was coming down and you quickly got out of there.

After putting on your armor you went on to pickpocketing some drunk people near the taverns. Certainly they wouldn't mind. With your new armor and curved dagger you were about to relieve a drunk sunk together in front of a tavern of his coin when somebody grabbed your wrist tightly. You looked into the cold steel blue eyes of a young guard.

"Well, well. One of Turmhill's henchmen trying his luck as a pickpocket hm? Do you want me to take you to the High Judge or do you want to try and justify this before your boss first?". Well shit.

>Inventory:

+ Curved Dagger

+ Turmhill Leather Armor (Almost Finished)

>Skills:

+ Sneaking (3)

- Stealing (2)

>>2207

Getting yourself a new attire was easy. All you had to do was sneak past one of the many clothing lines and just pull down one or two pieces until you had something sufficiently long that fit you. Easier said than done. You had to steal at least five different ones before you finally got something that fit your lanky body without looking like you were trying to go belly free. At least from now on you wouldn't look like a complete bum, although you were still unwashed and slowly even you were starting to grow a beard. Luckily you could say with some certainty that people wouldn't pay any attention to you anyway, so they naturally wouldn't get to judge you as much as they would somebody else either.

Now if only you could figure out what kind of job to do. You could.. no. But perhaps? Too unassuming for that. Perhaps if you? Damn. Why was getting a job so hard?

>Skills:

+ Stealing (2)

>Inventory:

+ Plain Clothes

>>2288

>>2206

Only two of the guards stay behind, one that is a little older than you, definetly the leader of the bunch and one that is considerably younger, he looked like he had just gotten into the guard. You swfitly explained what happened and the older one just nodded whenever you came to a spot.

After you had revealed your part of the events Elisa started explaining hers. It was unnecessary long and complex, sounding like a merchant who wanted you to buy the story that this really was the one true velvet King Solomon sat upon and that the other twenty merchants who offered exactly the same cloth were all the impostors but not her. The face of the older guard expressed what you were thinking.

Elisa then came to the point where she talked about the contents of the crates which were apparently of some major importance to her abductors. The older guard then turned to Elise's employer who had casually joined the conversation at some point, demanding to know what was in the crates. It was this moment that you believed the man's face went from displeased to outright anger. It was simply a short flash, an angry look in Elise's direction for bringing it up, but it was gone as fast as it had appeared. Nobody seemed to have noticed. He agreed to show the guard their crates however he could not open them as a special key was required. Elise's employer ensured that he was however able to show them some of the already open crates so they could convince themselves of the content.

The old guard and Elise's employer were leading, Elise shortly behind. You and the younger guard kept some distance so you could keep an eye on her. "So you're the guard dog or what?", the young guard asked in a combination of amusement and sneer. For a moment you looked at him to make some assessments.

"That's right. And if you don't shut your mouth I will chase your nasty ass out of here.", he stopped and you just left him behind. He was just standing there, dumbfounded. It would seem you had hit just the right spot, the perfect amount of threat and confidence to let him know that if needed you would beat him to death with a broken broom, but just enough amusement to let him know that you didn't even consider him a threat to begin with.

From the looks of it business was already done. Everything had played out as you wanted it too, though Elise insisted on staying longer so she could make up for some time lost working. No time for you to get your broom. What a bummer. At least her employer tossed you a silver coin without a word as he passed you and the older guard gave you an amused grin as the younger guard hectically reported to him in a hushed whisper.

>Skills:

+ Intimidation (8)

+ Loyalty (3)

>Inventory:

+ 1 Silver

>>2218

You really were lucky to have such a protector! Before you could do anyhting else Icterus was already explaining the guards the situation. However his descriptions were basic and lacked any life, you were uncertain whether the guards could do anything with it. It was not your goal to hurt his feelings, but honestly somebody had to explain to them what happened and all the important details. Surely Icterus wouldn't mind. So you explained the situation how you perceived it, left out no detail that could be necessary to the capture of the individuals in question. Every now and again the old guard you were talking to nodded. There was only two of them, the young and the old one, the others were all chasing the men.

During your conversation Alfred Whitecity walked up without a word, he merely listened to your report and what had happened. Upon hearing how you were treated Alfred made a genuinely concerned face, truly a kind man. Naturally the guard demanded to see what was inside and Alfred was happy to oblige, however due to the implemented security measures he was unable to open a new crate, thus he would have to show the contents of an already opened one.

Quickly the affair was settled. Wine and furs were mostly on the transport list. Also some velvet from the very far east, difficult to obtain in these times now that the Barbarians were controlling most of the routes. The guard took their leave.

Alfred whispered apologies into your ear, for the way you were treated and the danger he had apparently put you in. He handed you two silver coins and said you should go home early, tossing another to Icterus for his services. But you had no intentions on taking free money, you wanted to impress and earn your keep and so you managed to complete the entire weeks accounting in one day.

Whitecity was heart torn to see your dedication and handed you an additional bonus for all the work you had done.

>Inventory:

+ 8 Silver

>Skills:

+ Accounting (5)

+ Damsel in Distress (1)

Rolled 2, 4 = 6 (2d100)

>>2285

>Name:Vivian Nation

>>>Fluff: Vivian was alone crying in the rubble. The mercenaries hired to destroy the castle decided that grabbing a baby girl to "use" once she grows up seemed like a sound idea. That was until they realized that they had spent so much time and effort taking care of this girl, that they couldn't rape her. By the time she was 18 she was already fighting like the best of them. When one of the men finally got pissed at her one day and told her how they all raped and killed most of her family, torched her home, and even stole her fathers sword, she took it quiet well. She ripped out the throat of the one who told her, took the sword off of his corpse, and told the others she was going to need some "alone time", but considering her personality that was very rational.

>>>Inventory:

>>+ Father's Sword

>>>Skills:

>>+ Swordfighting (50)

>>+ Survival (50)

>>>Flaws:

>>+ [Hard Goodbye] You are not exactly on good terms with your old mercenary band and word travels fast. This may be trouble in the long run.

>>>Bonus:

>>+ [Tough Girl] You're a tough girl, you've spent your life on the road and don't mind eating moldy food from time to time. Though you do still have some bonding issues this will assist you further in combat and survival.

1:"Oi I'm fucking awake you goddamn cunt… God Middus you grew up to hit like a girl"

2:"Oi pa, got your sword off the corpse of some fucker. Guy was always a cunt to mi, but I feel bad I had to leave the Black Dragon Brother hood witout a propr goodbye"

Rolled 25, 10 = 35 (2d100)

>>2286

>Name: Natasha Lyubov Nation (the clue is all players are members of the same family)

>Fluff: Found as a orphan in Lyubov House for Orphans, she was a churchgoing little girl who's aspiring to help others. But as Natasha saw other boys being squires to noble knights and warriors and other girls being nuns, bar maidens, & whores. So Natasha studied every passage from the holy books and almost every prayer in the holy books. As Natasha studied she found a knight's blade that had fallen from a knight during a joust and poorly imitating what the knights have done. She later kept the blade that was fallen from the joust and inscribed a symbol that was on the blade on paper… a Fleur de lis a symbol which she uses to inspire a fiery death for preserved heretics.

>Inventory: Fleur de Lis

>Skills: Faith Knowledge (102) & Zeal (3)

>Flaws: [Faith Centered] You have never really lived and have almost no experience whatsoever interacting with people and doing things that are church unrelated.

>Bonuses: [Zealous] You are the incarnation of faithfulness having dedicated your life to the one true god. You gain a bonus concerning anything religious. Claiming you committed a sin was like claiming the Patriarch himself had done so. Preposterous

1-2 Ask some of the priests if I can be of any use to the church in anyway shape or form

Rolled 77, 67 = 144 (2d100)

>>2288

Name: Eric Nation

Fluff: Eric is a tall and lanky young man, standing a full head's length above your average person. Not that you'd notice it. Ever since his birth He's just sort of blended into the background. People see him, they just don't recognize he's actually there. Many times in his life he's walked up to people in full view and nearly given the heart attacks by speaking to them. It's not something he does with intent, it's just that he's so unassuming and unimportant in most people's minds they don't recognize him being there. The fact he was also 7th born son to his father, along with his own nature of being beneath notice meant his schooling in matters politic and in arms was lacking. However when the invasion came he was handy enough with his Grandfather's dagger to surprise and kill several soldiers before ditching his clothes for peasants rags and blending into the horde of refuges fleeing the land.

>Inventory

+ Grandfather's Ornate Dagger

+ Plain Clothes

>Skills:

+ Daggering (34)

+ Noble Customs (33)

+ Sneaking (33)

+ Stealing (2)

>Flaws:

+ [Forgettable] You were made to be forgotten. While guards will often forget your face and you can get lost in large crowds easily this is horrible for heroic speeches, begging or finding true love.

>Bonuses:

+ [Unassuming] You are rarely accused of doing anything, largely because people don't care or expect you to have done anything. Also bonus to sneaking.

1. Get a job as a courier. I can move fairly quickly and see trouble ahead of time. Plus no one notices me anyways.

2.Find an inn I can stay at that isn't too disgusting and reasonably cheap.

Rolled 88, 82 = 170 (2d100)

Jack of all trades, master of none. That's what they always said and they were right to say it. You learned a trick or two in your life. Then you learned another two. You never really perfected many of the things you've learned, but at least you learned a number of them.

>Inventory:

+ Plain Clothing

+ Gold Pendant Flute

+ Curved Dagger

+ Turmhill Leather Armor (Almost Finished)

>Skills:

+ Flute Play (25)

+ Knife Throwing (25)

+ Dancing (25)

+ Swordfighting (25)

+ Sneaking (3)

>Flaws:

>>2288

+ [Lack of Concentration] Whenever you really need to concentrate on one thing at a time you are going to get some issues. Really focusing is not your strong suit.

>Bonus:

+ [Jack of All Trades] You gain a bonus to newly learning skills, however you do take a penalty to advancing them once you have reached a certain level.

"Well…My God! Behind you! It's a man with the head of a bird!"

1/2 Run away and find a hiding place.

>>2284

Name: Edmund Pillory

Fluff: Sir Edmund has hidden a terrible secret from his family. For years he has used the best makeup and disguises money could buy to hide his true nature. He wore concealing cloaks, practiced squawking in four different languages, and hid his 'skin condition' from view. You see, Edmund Pillory is a bird. There is no bird more honorable and noble in all the world, however, and he defends his family name to the last, even if it means his secret is discovered.

You are a bird posing as a man. Well actually you are a man thinking he is a bird posing as a man. Even centuries from now they would not fully be able to understand your condition. Perhaps god had played a cruel joke on you, but ever since you can remember you've kept this secret from everyone else. Your greatest power, but possibly your achilles heel as well.

>Inventory:

+ Sigil of Flame

>Skills:

+ Hand to Hand (8)

+ Intimidation (1)

+ Luck (2)

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Dueling (50)

>Skills:

+ Luck (8)

+ Mechanical Understanding (?) (8)

>Flaws:

+ [The Bird Issue] If somebody discovers your secret you are compelled to obey their commands in order for them not to reveal your terrible secret. This would not prevent you from killing them. Of course only if they specifically found out that you are a bird pretending to be human, not a human thinking he is a bird pretending to be human. The latter would be a ridiculous lie.

+ [Bird Talk] Sometimes you can't resist and just chirp along with the birds.

>Bonuses:

+ [The Phoenix Sigil] You are uncertain what it does, has to be some sort of riddle. Better be careful and don't destroy your family heirloom. Though if you could open it somehow, who knew what would be inside?

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

+5 copper coins per turn

>>2290

"Ah, my niece is awake once more. I hope you're feeling less belligerent now? Sure you're feeling alright?"

>>2251

"Uncle Sigurd! It's so good to see you alive and well! How have you fared on the journey over? Found a good place of work, I trust?"

Just for confirmation you can talk to other players without it costing actions. This is just a note so you know you can reroll with actions.

>>2295

>>2290

>>2293

"What hey, what nonsense is this? I am a man, nothing more! You needn't run from me!"

Rolled 63, 52 = 115 (2d100)

>>2290

>Fluff: The youngest child of the Nation Clan, Middus constantly felt the need to prove himself, ever since he was a child. He had to have the most expensive toys and the largest pony, and the vast Nation family treasury was enough to cover for his childhood spending. However, as he grew older, his tastes grew more ambitious and his habits more decadent. He spent thousands of coins on frivolous belongings, in a constant race to show up the nearest nobles. This culminated in Middus buying a solid gold ship-of-the-line in response to his neighbors new yacht. Suffice to say, the maiden voyage did not go as well as planned. That little escapade bankrupted the family, who were forced to sell the lands and estates of the family to merely pay off debts. This chain of events has left Middus as perhaps the least popular member of the family, and have driven him into destitution.

>>Inventory:

>+ Family Solid Gold Crossbow, Gems and Silver

>>Skills:

+ Being Pompous (100)

+ Lover (4)

+ Charming (6)

>>Flaws:

>+ [Proud] You are very, very proud and getting you by your pride is easier done than said.

>+ [Spendthrift] You cannot be trusted with money. No matter how hard you try, you simply have an expensive taste and that will probably never change. Though this probably would make you a good shopping companion for young rich noble women.

>>Bonus:

>+ [The Most Noble] You know how to present yourself, no matter how shabby you may look, posture and voice are the epitome of what it means to be noble.

>>Job:

>+ Lady Contessa Whitecity Servant (Food and Place to stay)

>>2251

Giving a hearty laugh, Middus grasps Sigurd by the shoulder with his weak and girlish hands.

"Ah Father, you always knew how to jest. You had me going for a second. Of course I would like to resume my responsibilities as family treasurer! No, I insist! It would be my pleasure."

>>2290

1. You dare question the honor of Middus of the House of Nation, first and finest of his name? You scoundrel!

>tip barstool

2. It is beginning to occur to me that I do not appear to be as noble and elegant as I truly am. This elegance needs to properly be represented.

>Fix my rags to be more presentable

Rolled 65, 60 = 125 (2d100)

I was told neither of those needed actions.

1: "Oi my fookin head, at least its better den my 16th birthday when i woke hungover with three black eyes."

Vivian checks to make sure she's okay

2:"Guess I should go find sum reputable work den ay?"

Go look for jobs that require the aid of a strong woman.

>>2294

"Are u the cunt who fucking hit me?"

>>2300

"I disarmed an attacker who had already harmed me. I hope you will forgive the act, but I would rather solve these problems with words than violence."

Rolled 75, 58 = 133 (2d100)

>>2285

Name: Sigurd Pillory

Fluff: Sigurd is the oldest surviving member of the once-grand Nation family, father to many of it's strongest children and at one point a greatly-respected man for his rational judgement and skill at arms - and he had it all taken away in an instant. Few of his children still breathe, his house lies in financial and popular ruin and one of his eyes was burned to uselessness, making even combat difficult for the aging man. His brothers and sisters all lie missing or dead as well, and taking care of their children and re-assembling the great house of Nation from it's ashes has fallen onto his shoulders. Perhaps the most shameful thing to him was the loss of his grand blade and armor, things he desperately seeks back.

>Inventory:

+ Ancestor's Pendant

+ Priest Robe

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (60)

+ Leadership (25)

+ Searching (2)

+ Luck (1)

+ Sneaking (3)

+ Charisma (3)

>Flaws:

+ [Aging] You become older every year and slowly your skill at arms begins to degrade. The guilt and ridicule do nothing to improve the situation. It's only rubbing more salt into old wounds.

+ [Scarred Skull] Your head is a tad more fragile than usual and there is a long scar on it, otherwise you're good.

>Bonuses:

+ [Old Dog New Tricks] Even though you are growing older every year you do not intend to leave your family with nothing. While your body may not act the ways it used to your mind is still more than focused on the task. You are determined to do what is necessary and in order to protect your family you can still perform feats of grandeur.

>>2211

"Talvi? By God, what are you wearing? Put some respectable clothes on, boy!" Sigurd's face is horrified at his admittedly neglected nephew's choice of dress.

>>2299

"It's good to see you alive as well, even if you've… picked up… an accent. What is this you say of my blade? The bandits that burned down our grand estate stole it years ago. How did you come by it, daughter mine?"

>>2298

"When we get our lands back, you're being put on a strict allowance and made to wear peasant clothes for a month."

"And I'm keeping all of our money in a vault as far away from your room as it possibly can be. I'm not joking."

>>2294

"It's been rough, to say the least. A man attempted to murder me, I am prone to believe. I shan't discuss the details here. Watch your back, nephew, and look out more carefully for your blood."

1. Direct Talvi to the church with a disappointed and disgusted look, and then begin searching once more for more of my flesh and blood in the city.

2. See about getting employment. I may be graying, but my skills with a sword are top-notch - I'm certain I could get work in a fencing academy or something similar. The work there is well-paid, I'm told, for teaching nobles how to murder.

>>2301

"Whatever. Who the fuck are you anyways? Doubt I remember much before the Black Dragons picked me up.

>>2302

"The mercs who picked me up grabbed it from the ruins. Picked me up cus they thought they could grow der own sex doll, bastards grew attached though and couldn't touch der "Little Girl" that way. One day one got pissy and told me where he got is sword from. Bit his throat out i did"

>>2302

"I will look out for my family, every member. Including Talvi. Where are you taking him?"

>>2303

"I am Edmund Pillory, son of Morrison Pillory. You have had a less fortunate life than I, but I do hope we can work together, as family, to improve our lot."

>>2305

"What the fuk is a Pillory?"

>>2304

"That's the most horrifying thing I've ever heard. At least you're unharmed, though. Maybe you should hold onto my sword, that it might see you better than it had me." Sigurd sighs as the though of the estate being burned with a weary glance into the distance.

>>2305

"To the church, like I had just told you we were all to gather as one. Heed what I'm saying, lad. It tends to be important."

>>2307

"Eh it wasn't all bad. Cept that cunt who I killed, the others were nice fellas. Taught mi to drink an fight"

Name: Oo'ka B'aa

Fluff: A medicine man from a place to the southeast, where the hot sun watches over the Gazelle, the Lion, and the Elephant.

When he arrived believe him to be a giant, and in a sense they are correct.

The people of his region had skin dark as the bark of blackwood, and were already taller than the "pale men". But tribe were known as the Ae'bweya, in their language "The Tall Men" for their great height, towering over their own kin. They lived in a "castle" of stone and mud baked by the sun, on a great mound built by their ancestors long ago.

Perhaps this explains why ever since his arrival the only men he could speak to without looking down were on horse, and why he must bend his back to navigate the short roofs of the cold grey stone of the pale men.

With the Uhlmannen came the end of the tribe, they tore down the catles of their ancestors, and those who survived fled, as he did. Over great distances he lead them, seeking to flee the "Horse barbarians" as far as the ends of the world. And that's where they seem to have ended up in. A strange land, with strange people and strange tongues, and the sky is bitter and cold, and the nights long.

All they have left of their former life is held in the hands of Oo'ka B'aa, their greatest artifact, a chieftans great club of strange black metal.

Believed it to be magic, it given to them by by the first man of their family many generations ago, and legended that he wrested from the Pharaoh of the lands of sand, who himself was gifted it by the gods, for through generations it neither rusts nor tarnishes.

>Inventory:

+ 4 Healing Herbs

+ Some Sticks

+ Several Reefs

+ 1 Dose of Sedative

+ Rock

>Skills:

[+]

+ Construction (50)

+ Medicine (100)

+ Searching (1)

+ Hunting (1)

+ Blow-Dart-Using (1)

[-]

- Club Fighting (-2)

>Flaws:

+ [Exotic] You are a rare sight. The guards will recognize you easily and people try to go out of your way. The church may also not approve what they believe to be your heathenous ways. People are generally inclined to trust you less.

>Bonuses:

+ [Giant] You are two heads taller than a normal man. You are considerably stronger than them as well, granting you a bonus in all things physical. Except for hiding of course.

>Holdings:

+ [Hidden Healing Hut] Your own comfortable clay hut which has an aura of mystery to it. The air is heavy with pollen from healing herbs, which will keep you and anybody living here healthy from most diseases. it can also heal you after you have already contracted them. Injury recovery is naturally sped up.

Rolled 24, 67 = 91 (2d100)

>>2309

1. I should seek to offer my medicinal services in town. These people are strangers to me, but I have healed strangers before.

2. It pains me to realize, but the ancient art of war of my clan is dead.

There are no warriors nearby to train me as before.

But. . .my father brought me to this land, to his people, and to my other blood kin. . .if I am to live here. . .I shall have to learn how to defend myself in the manner as these people do.

Perhaps I might find someone skilled in the art of clubs to train me here.

>>2302

"AHA! Perfect delivery, father. Exceptional! If I didn't know you any better, I would have thought you didn't respect my financial expertise and estate managing acumen. Simply marvelous joke!"

>>2311

"Ha does the little princess hate that she lost her pocket changge?"

Rolled 5, 71 = 76 (2d100)

>>2289

Name: Icterus Nation

Fluff: Nearly killed in the fighting for their home castle, Icterus is the sole survivor of the former Household Guard. Middle aged, he has been 'adopted' into the family in recognition of his brave acts. Those brave acts, however, cost him his home and his true family, and he finds himself more than a little bitter.

Inventory: Ornate Bracer, 1 Silver, 10 Copper, Broken Broom

Skills: Polearms (105), Loyalty (5), Intimidation (10)

Job: Scrubbing Church Floor +2 Copper/Turn

Flaws: [Bitter] You are cynical, hurtful and can be more than a little shitty to people trying to help you at times. This goes hand in hand with sad memories of your families. Alcohol can help out at times.

Bonuses: [Household Guard] You have been trained to protect and abilities like that don't just vanish over time. You are excellent when it comes to protecting people and can take a blow for somebody else when they are within your reach. You are also vigilant and a trap for any pickpocket.

1. Continue protecting the family, as needed.

2. Keep an eye on Elise's employer if possible. This one isn't up to any good.

>>2313

>5

well you cunts are on your own this time

Rolled 27, 62 = 89 (2d100)

Name: Tacitus Nation

Fluff: Once a proud commander of the Empire, Tacitus was a renowned centurion famous for his subjagation and elimination of the savage barbarians of the wilderness, his campaigns and conquest brought much land to the Empire, and many men to drive it's warmachine, but then something changed. The once disorganized and masterless brutes rushed forth in uncountable numbers, as if driven by some unknown force so magnificent in its power and cruelty that it forced the unkempt masses to overrun the empires borders, razing the towns and cities to the ground, slaughtering it's villages and people wholesale. It was outside the Empire's capital, a city of seven hills, the Tacitus saw the fall of the man, and with his family and the remains of his legion he set out west, the final vestiges of a fallen glory. He and his men and some refugees, people he now considers his family after the daunting journey they took to get here, now find themselves infront of a city which name is not known to them, and hope to regain the lives they lost to the fires of war.

Inventory: [RuneFang]/[Ancestral longsword] - It belonged to Tacitus father, and his father before him, and his father before him, it's material composition is unknown, and the shines with and ancient power unknown to man.

+ Helmet

+ Leather Guard Armor

+ Iron Sword

Skills:

+ Leadership (75)

+ Swordfighting (25)

Flaws:

+ [Bigheaded] You think a lot of yourself and that is quite self evident to the people around you, some will be itimidated but many will find it annoying. You also tend to attribute victories to your own tactical superiortiy.

Bonuses:

+ [Commander with a Heart of Gold] Whenever you lead men you try to prevent needless casualties and this is a trait very valued by those who serve under you who in turn rarely care for your bigheadedness. As a side effect loosing men in battle and family members hits you especially hard on an emotional level.

Job:

+ Whitecity Guard (+1 Silver/Turn)

1.Patrol in the evening hours, paint my armour black so as to better match the darkness, and give my helmet bat ears so as to candidate criminal scum.

2.Find a nice cave to set up shop in

Rolled 58 (1d100)

Name: Aiska Nation

Fluff: Born with different eyes and hair, Aiska was presented to the "barbarians" at a very young age as a peace offering between our people. Raised as one of them, but always at an arms length, Aiska is almost unrecognizable between them. Quickly growing up to be one of their most talented soldiers, when news came that they had destroyed his lands and slaughtered his family, he quickly ran away from his trusty spear and went to the closest kingdom that would be fairly safe from his "family". Now, he seeks a new purpose in his life and career..

>Inventory:

+ Spear of Terenation

+[14 Copper]

>Skills:

+ Polearms (59)

+ Riding (50)

>Job:

+ Driving the Shit Cart (Has to be done for 3 turns)

>Flaws:

+ [Unfortunate Past] Cursed being both hunted by the barbarians yet being almost indistinguishable from one you will have to take shit from both sides.

>Bonuses:

+ [A Woman's Scorn] Once your Spear was a family heirloom but ever since you have officially been married to the Warchief's daughter she cared for it with all her heart. And even the men on the far side of the Barbarian's empire know, love is a force to be reknogned with. Now that you left her behind who knows what that means for the spear.

1; Fairly challenge people to duels and fight outside of the city

>>2287

>>2316

Note: Obviously people who look like they can defend themselves and/or have weapons on them

Rolled 71, 24 = 95 (2d100)

>>2286

Name: Bartholomew Nation

Fluff: Bartholomew Nation is a very pious man. He had been raised to be the realms next religious leader, but that was before the heathens invaded. Their desecrated our holy sites and spat upon God. As their lands burned around him Bartholomew swore vengeance. He took upon himself the role of an Avenger of God by claiming the holy relic and set off to distant lands. One day he shall return and he would have his revenge.

>Inventory:

+ Priest Robe

+ Scythe of Vengance

>Skills:

+ Scythe Fighting (50)

+ Preaching (53)

+ Zeal (3)

+ Faith Knowledge (6)

>Flaws:

+ [Wrath] You are a rather angry person and have a quick temper whenever it comes to things unholy.

>Bonuses:

+ [One True God] You find easy acceptance amongst the clergy. They will harbor you and care for you as you are faith incarnate. You will of course be expected to do some good deeds for the church from time to time. The poor and broken also flock to you as they see redemption in following your path.

>Job

+ Church Candle Lighter (1 Copper / Turn)

>Other:

+ Donations to the Orphanage (1 Copper) (+1 each turn, costs 1 Copper per turn)

“I would adore the opportunity to take part in mass, thank you.”

1. Take part in mass, be humble in this new church and don’t expect it to be too similar to the abbey back home.

2. Natasha has inspired Bartholomew to learn more, not just of the faith but of those participating in it. After mass Bartholomew will take the initiative to form relationships with all of the faithful. He will lean their names, their stories and he will share his own.

Rolled 75, 66 = 141 (2d100)

Name: Elise Nation

Fluff: Poorly positioned to ever inherit anything from her parents, Elise turned her eye to trade in order to forge her own path in the world. Though never wildly successful, her path has led her to participate in a variety of travels and businesses, including raising a mercenary band to aid a Lord her family owed a debt to. With news of her family's lands fallen to invaders, Elise has turned her focus to rumors that some of her kin survived.

Inventory:

+ Cross Necklace Bearning the Family's Coat of Arms

+Priest Robes

+ 14 silver

Skills:

+ Haggling (106)

+ Mediation (3)

+ Loyal (2)

+ Accounting (5)

+ Damsel in Distress (2)

>Job:

+ Alfred Whitecity Accounting (2 Silver / turn)

Flaws:

+ [Female] It's not really your fault when you think about it and it's not all that bad. People constantly understimate you which is good for business, but they will often try to give you irrationally bad prices and sometimes outright refuse to trade with you. Seeing as you have no man at your side they often make lewd suggestions which you have learned to ignore over the years.

Bonuses:

+ [Independent] You have made it once and you can make it again. Of course this time you have a family to care about however you can handle yourself in most situations. You receive a bonus to haggling and trade in general.

1.

Icterus deserves more than just a broken broom and rags, and I've a touch of coin. As some measure of thanks, I'll take him to a tailor. I may not have the coin to spend upon the clothing my family used to wear, but perhaps it is best if we acquire some simple clothing that doesn't make us look like priests or rag-clad urchins. Oh, and we could both use shoes or boots. We do a lot of walking.

2.

Seek out a blacksmith or weaponsmith. I may have enough coin to at least give Icterus a proper blade or staff, and myself a small dagger.

Rolled 5, 54 = 59 (2d100)

Name: Wikiver Nation

Fluff: A young man with an even temper. Although he is honorable his is also quite greedy and lustful. He was learning to become a true lord when his family lands were invaded. His father pushed the family sword, which is made from a strange golden metal and forged in a strange shape, into hands and sent him away. Now he is here.

Inventory: The Dragon Fang, 5 copper

Skills: Swordfighting (50)

+ Serpent Blade Combat (50)

+ Intimidation (16)

+ Luck (1)

+ Hand to Hand (6)

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food + 5 copper/turn)

Flaws: + [Greedy] You have a hard time letting go of gold, people you have to pay do not appreciate this.

+ [Lustful] You like a good tumble, this comes with some expertise in the area. Women find it hard to resist you however the feeling is mutual. Be careful not to hurt the ones you love.

Bonuses: [Wielder of the Dragon Fang] Your weapon is your father's blade. It is not magic, only a fool would believe that, but if handled right the blade dances almost as if alive, sneaking past scales of armor and cutting deep into enemy flesh. You've also never cut yourself on this one before.

1. Check out the church, see who else in the family has been around there.

2. Find a place to practice the sword. I can't let my skills get too rusty.

Rolled 31, 58 = 89 (2d100)

>>2313

>>2302

>>2318

>>2291

Upon returning to the Church, Elise seeks out what relatives are there to tell them how Icterus saved her from abduction.

"He saved me from two brutes of men with naught but a broom!"

>>2322

Icterus merely stands at military attention, bracer glinting in the candle-light, as long-faced as he usually is.

>>2322

"Good to see we have other honorable fowlk among this family, even if they are not our blood. You'll be plenty safe here with kin, Miss Elise. I can assure you of that."

>>2323

with a slight erection

>>2322

>>2323

"I am glad to hear that you are safe, Elise. Well done Icterus, it is good to hear that my family is looking after one another. But, Elise, who where these brutes that assaulted you?"

>>2322

>>2326

Sigurd's face glowers somewhat at this statement, standing nearby his younger brother to affirm his statements.

"Indeed. Tell us who the scum were - I won't suffer anyone laying a hand upon any member of my family, you or Icertus. It will be a decision they gravely regret."

>>2327

Bloody 8chan resetting my name field every time I come back, even when logged in as a mod.

>>2326

>>2327

"The brutes were called by no name, though their leader called himself 'Elias' and… perhaps someone called him by 'Robert'. Icterus had a better view of the men, as I was grabbed from behind both times."

>>2327

>>2326

"Tall. Working men, surly in looks and their speech. Plain clothes. Nothing outstanding about them, but I'd remember them if I saw them again."

>>2329

"The scawndrels! We shall have to find and apprehend them, hand them over to the proper authorities. Something such as this cannot go un-punished!"

>>2331

"I'm sorry, I don't seem to recall your name. Cousin…?"

>>2330

>>2329

"Well, thank you again for your helping our cousin, Icterus. If you ever find yourself against these scoundrels again, don't hesitate to ask for my aid, same to you, Elise, I will not have my family threatened by brutes."

>>2332

"Edmund! Pleased to tweet you. Er, meet you."

>>2333

"He is your cousin as much as Elise, Bartholomew. Show respect as you would to any other of your blood.", Sigurd said, in reference to Icertus.

>>2335

"I did say our cousin, did I not? Still, it is my mistake if that was implied. My apologies for the offense, Cousin Icterus."

>>2334

"Edmund? Are you the one that told my mother you could understand a baby bird you were caring for as a child?"

>>2337

"Yes, that was me. Ah, youthful days. No one can *really* talk to birds, of course!"

Rolled 15, 61 = 76 (2d100)

>>2294

>>2284

Name: Edmund Pillory

Fluff: Sir Edmund has hidden a terrible secret from his family. For years he has used the best makeup and disguises money could buy to hide his true nature. He wore concealing cloaks, practiced squawking in four different languages, and hid his 'skin condition' from view. You see, Edmund Pillory is a bird. There is no bird more honorable and noble in all the world, however, and he defends his family name to the last, even if it means his secret is discovered.

You are a bird posing as a man. Well actually you are a man thinking he is a bird posing as a man. Even centuries from now they would not fully be able to understand your condition. Perhaps god had played a cruel joke on you, but ever since you can remember you've kept this secret from everyone else. Your greatest power, but possibly your achilles heel as well.

>Inventory:

+ Sigil of Flame

>Skills:

+ Hand to Hand (8)

+ Intimidation (1)

+ Luck (2)

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Dueling (50)

>Skills:

+ Luck (8)

+ Mechanical Understanding (?) (8)

>Flaws:

+ [The Bird Issue] If somebody discovers your secret you are compelled to obey their commands in order for them not to reveal your terrible secret. This would not prevent you from killing them. Of course only if they specifically found out that you are a bird pretending to be human, not a human thinking he is a bird pretending to be human. The latter would be a ridiculous lie.

+ [Bird Talk] Sometimes you can't resist and just chirp along with the birds.

>Bonuses:

+ [The Phoenix Sigil] You are uncertain what it does, has to be some sort of riddle. Better be careful and don't destroy your family heirloom. Though if you could open it somehow, who knew what would be inside?

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

+5 copper coins per turn

1 - Help track down those scoundrels that attacked Elise.

2 - Look around for a pet bird to buy, or a wild bird to tame. It'd be good to have someone to squawk to in my native tongue.

Rolled 54, 59 = 113 (2d100)

>Name: Talvi Nation

>Fluff: One of the younger sons of the Nation family, Talvi was always smaller and weaker than his older brothers, and the other boys of the castle, and so tended to stay close to his nurse, mother, and sisters. Having enough sons already, his father was not over-concerned over Talvi's girlish habits, assuming he would either have to prove himself a man one day, or join the clergy. However, by his twelfth birthday, Talvi had begun dressing as a girl, participating in needlework and singing with the girls, and, on the balance, living as a girl. This was surprisingly well-received by the rest of the family, and the population of the castle in general, likely owing to his kind and friendly temperament, and good looks. In fact, it was rumored that he had illicit liaisons with several boys and girls of the castle. When the Uhlmannen attacked, he was included with the castle women for the tending of wounded and transport of arrows. After the castle fell, he found that travelers were more likely to take a young maiden along with them. And so he starts with a double-disadvantage: for he has not the strength or rough hands of a lad, nor the childbearing capacity of a girl. For a normal man, this would be an insurmountable challenge. For a son of House Nation? It is simply the opening of their greatest saga yet.

>Inventory:

+ Family Key

+8 copper

>Skills:

+ Weaving (51)

+ Noble Customs (50)

+ Searching (2)

>Flaws:

+ [Trap] You're a trap and you know it. If found out by the church they will surely see to it that you are burned by the stake for such a grievious sin while some decadent noble may even take a liking to it.

>Bonuses:

+ [Well Prepared Trap] You've been a trap most of your life and are able to keep up appearances even with only rags to cover few areas of your body though in turn you do lack a lot of the strength the other members of your gender tend to have.

>Job:

+underwear maker with the weaver's guild (5 copper/turn)

>Holdings:

+ Tavern Room + Meal (- 2 Copper / Turn)

>>2302

"The journey was no picnic, Uncle. I thank the Lord I was able to get here at all. Do you know of anyone who would have some proper attire I could borrow until I can secure a wardrobe of my own?"

1. Find the best clothing I can for 8 copper

2. Attend the next family meeting at the church if I have better clothes. If not, improve my weaving skill.

Rolled 43, 100 = 143 (2d100)

>>2174

Name: Karlington Nation

Fluff: Always more of a black sheep of the family, he apprenticed under a skilled trader at a young age and found the trades suited him much more then the royal life. He accepted a large lump sum payment to start his own venture much at his fathers dismay and then disappeared to his own devices. Before he left he was gifted his fathers Ornate Chalice which bears the families sigil.

>Inventory: 9 silver

>Holdings:

+Tavern at the River (Large Ale Supply)

>Skills:

+ Haggling (102)

>Flaws:

+ [Bonding Issues] Perhaps your mother didn't pay you enough attention, perhaps it reminds you of the inevitability of death, whatever the reason is you are afraid of maintaining close relations with people.

>Bonuses:

+ [Golden Nose] No matter how easily you've lost it you are by far not as naiive as you once were. Now you've got a business plan and your mind set on it. You receive a bonus to business.

Ah.. Business has been decent but no word from the family.. Hopefully that courier did his job.. They will find their way eventually. Perhaps its best to stay under the radar anyway.

1: Pay a few silver to have a dock built to the river, an easy place to store your boat should drag in more customers and could lead to other business.

2: Have a courier collect all bounties/jobs/offers from the area and post them in the tavern, this will help attract a bigger crowd, and should make it easy to find a hired hand should I need one.

>>2291

Not far from you a young good looking golden headed priest and an equally gold headed older one with soft facial features were discussing the holy book when you approached them. At first they largely ignored you but when you said you wanted to do something for the church the young one addressed you directly, stating that while the church's work was never done the few things that remained to be done were nothing for a young girl such as yourself.

However you continue, practically begging them to give you any job whatsoever. You would do *anything* just to serve the church. This was when something sparked in the eyes of the older one. "Anything?", he inquired stepping closer and a hand emerged from his robes, softly following the side of your figure. Your rags were covering most things, but you could clearly feel his skin touch yours for a moment. You were uncomfortable, though you didn't see it coming.

The fist struck the priest surprisingly from the side and sent him down onto the ground. Relentlessly it came down again and again as the young priest demolished his older collegues face who was not even trying to resist. Blood stained the ground as finally the older priest slumped together and stopped moving completely. Was he dead?

The younger priest now stared at you, his fist was broken, blood was flowing down his hand and dripping onto the floor, "It was not right of you to play with Brother Jannis vice. He came to us seeking relief of the devil's sinful temptations.". You looked at Jannis, his face was completely bruised with open wounds in some parts, a bloody mask of the man you had only just looked at.

"I think it is best you keep your distance.".

>>2292

There is always a place for couriers. Sure you aren't exactly paid awesomely, but it's just enough for a room and some food. In the end you will probably come out with nothing at all, but at least you'd have a place to sleep and some food on your plate.

All in all they pay you two Coppers a day for your job as a courier and the tavern you've found costs the same, so as expected no money made but hey. Surely you'd get to make money once you've found a more lucrative job. Or perhaps you enjoyed being a courier, certainly you would be able to obtain all sorts of information. While you were of course not allowed to open any letters or look in any packages you still knew who was writing to whom and who received what boxes. You could make your own connections, though chances were that you misinterpreted and saw connections that didn't even exist.

Later that day when you leave your room to head into the tavern you hear some people talk about a large meet up of Nations in some other tavern, apparently some old guy who had to have been Sigurd, announced that the family was to meet at the church, with which he was undoubtfully referring to the cathedral.

>Job:

+ Courier ( 2 Copper / turn)

>Holdings:

+ Tavern Room + Food (-2 Copper / turn)

>>2293

There was a guard in front of you and two more behind you which you hadn't seen, but by whatever chance apparently not a single person had tried to play that prank on them before. One of them even yelled, "Sorcery!", as he turned around and drew his blade. When they noticed that you had slipped past you already had brought some distance between you and them. But as you stopped to taunt them, which wasn't very smart at any rate, they decided that chasing you was well worth it.

At night the streets were almost empty only few people here and there, you bolted through alleyways, the guards always not far behind. Once or twice you thought you had lost them, only to find yourself in their arms again.

When you eventually loose them you sit on the stairs of the cathedral. An imposing sight at day and night alike, the statues of the disciples staring down onto you, their silent faces judging you for your crimes. From inside you heard voices. Familiar ones at that.

>Skills:

+ Running (10)

>>2365

>>2298

You tip your sister's barstool who was just checking herself out and she hit the ground with a satisfying thump. Content with yourself and your life choices you swaggered outside where you asked the next best person where Lady Contessa was living. A little suspicious the merchant you had apparently caugh at this hour directed you to the Whitecity Mansion. As member of the family ruling Weissstadt she was housed in probably the biggest mansion of the city though the man doubted you would be let inside. Sneering at him you make your way there and are not let inside.

You make a bit of a fuzz until eventually one of the personal guards who reknognizes you walks outside at all the commotion and tells them to let you in. The mansion itself could probably qualify as a small castle. It wasn't as fortified but it had countless rooms and halls. You were brought to the servant ring where you were shown to your comfortable and freshly made room. Clothes are already ready for you, apparently being a servant meant that the maidens would also ensure you always had proper clothing. It wasn't dashing, but in the servant's cloth you did look like proper middle class.

>Skills:

+ Charming (2)

>Inventory:

+ Whitecity Servant Clothing

>>2299

You check yourself out. As nice as always. Certainly you've been mistaken for a stray dog instead of a noblewoman once or twice in your life but that could happen to anyone right? Just as you were straightening your rags your stool tilted to the side, flailing with your arms you attempted to stay on the spot but it just kept tilting further until you hit the ground with a loud thumping sound. A very satisfied looking Middus disappeared behind the tavern door as he stepped out into the night.

Now what kind of job did you want? Certainly Middus had a good job, he was already prancing around. You were his sister, surely he would put a good word in for you? Then again he probably did some sort of girlish job that you couldn't use at all.

Edmund and Wikiver seemed to have more appropriate jobs as bouncers though you doubted the Owner wanted you to stay around for much longer. Probably it would be best if you found your own job.

It was already late at night, you knew you could go to the church and get a good nights rest, some food, but for now you would keep looking.

You passed a large storage house, oddly enough there were no guards and a good looking young man emerged from one of it's doors looking around with a displeased look.

"Hey you, the guy with the sword.", he firmly pressed six copper coins into your hand convinced that you would not turn down his offer, "I need you to stand guard here till tomorrow. If you're still here when I come back, you've got yourself a job.".

>Job:

+ Storage Guard (+ 6 Copper / Turn) [should you stay till his return]

>Inventory:

+ 6 Copper

>>2302

You direct Talvi to the church while your son practically pushes your daughter of her bar stool. During the whole conversation you easily keep up a look that can leave no doubt that you have no appreciation or tolerance for his sinful lifestyle. He should burn in hell. Right in hell. No mercy for this depraved.. oh right you wanted to give him directions. Now where were you. After a bit you are done, having described the direction as you felt perfectly.

It was already late at night when you set out to become somebody's fencing master. Surely there had to be some minor noble families who were willing to accept an old rags wearing fencing master into their services? While you are turned away at many doors one of Lord Turmhill's guards takes you aside and notes that the Whitecity's do have a rather difficult child that would be well served with any teacher, though such a prestigious family would never let you even close to one of it's children perhaps you have somebody who could put in a good word for you.

If you recalled correctly your son was a personal servant to Lady Contessa Whitecity, perhaps he could "advance his position" and put in a few good words for you.

>Skills:

+ Leadership (2)

+ Searching (3)

>>2366

>>2309

You pack up your stuff and leave your hidden healing hut back in the forest. You turned back and blinked a few times. You had only taken a few steps and yet you could barely see it. Luckily you'd remember this stop thanks to it's characteristic surroundings. Wouldn't want to forget where your house was. The moment you stepped from the woods you looked ahead and saw a small crowd of people. All sorts of them. Cutthroats, farmers, merchants, none of them looked like the type that would take shit from the shit cart driver.

In front of them was a barbarian, you could tell from his posture and his rags, they were made from the furs of animals only found in the far east, or at least you were convinced they were, you were no particular expert on the matter. He was holding a spear and talking to the men, many of them looked at him with crossed arms.

Was this some time of coup attempt? You couldn't hear, yet they were too far from the forest to approach them undetected, how you wanted to play this was up to you, though from the looks on their faces someone would need some treatment soon.

>Skills:

+ Sneaking (2)

>>2313

What you want to do today is not up to you. You want to protect the rest of the family but Elise has different plans for you. Wanting to repay you for protecting her she takes you to a tailor. When you entered his house he already wanted to open his mouth and tell you he had nothing for beggars, but all it took was a look from you to shut him up.

When Elise flashed her money the man's face turned from midly disturbed to very, very happy. Suddenly he was all yours, was delighted to see you, took measurements of all sorts and ensured you that he would make you some fine clothing. After a while he returned with something befitting of both of you. The entire dressup looked alright, except for the fucking hat. It was unnecessary on just about every level imaginable and the large feather within it annoyed you to death.

When Elise turned up in her new clothing you finally snapped. She looked good in a finer gown, it had sort of a push up effect and the colors and cloth really helped in bringing some more life into the otherwise stressed face of hers. But that was not the issue. You looked alike. Like horribly. Horribly alike.

Without a word you grabbed the hat and threw it onto the ground, with a confused look Elise came up to you, "Don't you like it?", she asked with a light shiver in her voice, you looked at her in disbelief of your own, how could somebody be so simple they couldn't understand something so basic? "I couldn't look like more of a fucking dog if I put a leash around my neck and walked on all fucking four stupid woman!". You left her behind and stepped out into the street. Fuck that, you were done for the day.

In the corner of your eye you spotted Elise's employer and decided that perhaps you were not done for the day at all.

Following him around all day he talked to merchants, guards and seemingly everyone else in this city. He was a busy man no doubt. Later at night he went to his warehouse, paid some scruffy thin hobo with a sword to protect the place and then went back to the Whitecity Mansion. A young man in rags got into a fight with the guards outside but was eventually let in.

>Skill:

+ Pride (3)

+ Sneaking (2)

>Inventory:

+ Fancy Clothes (Matching Elise)

>>2315

You get disciplined for messing with your issued equipment and get put in a dark hole for the day. So you've found your cave huh?

>Skills:

+ Batshit Crazy (1)

>>2316

Driving the shit cart you challenge just about everyone you come across to come fight you outside of town if they aren't a pussy. A lot of people just point and laugh at you but some seem to take honest offense in your doing. When you leave your shit car in the town and leave in the late afternoon you find a crowd of roughly twenty people out of town. Merchants, cutthroats, all sorts of men with swords and spear ready to beat your sorry ass up for hurling insults at them.

You walk up and down in front of them. For now it seemed like they were willing to solve this in sort of a civilized manner.

>Skill:

+ Insults (3)

>>2367

>>2318

Getting the chance to take part in the mass really was a one time opportunity for most. You however are not like most people. With a booming voice you proclaim the duties of men and women and as you felt for the first time in many years the people truly listen and understand. When you extend your blessings over the people at the end of the mass they truly feel protected. For some time people come to you and thank you for the inspiring words. Truly you have brought solutions and have created new religious questions alike. You are certain that this has raised your standing amongst the local clergy.

You try to speak to the local priests about their own personal affairs, however they are busy caring for a priest with a bruised face. He was apparently chastized for his sins. Perhaps you will have more luck once things calm down.

>Skills:

+ Preaching (6)

>>2320

You take Icterus to a tailor. A good one! After all you bear to afford it. At first you thought he would make some annoying comment about your clothes, but he remained surprisingly calm. When you flashed your coin he even seemed happy, of course it was just a merchant's smile. You went on to discuss your plans with the tailor while Icterus remained largely in the background. After a bit of discussion and haggling he returned with the cloth. It really was of a fine quality though you would never actually admit that to the trader. There was also a fashionable hat that belonged to the set. You handed them off to Icterus who got undressed while you retreated to a more appropriate location. When you came back you looked at Icterus, he looked a bit unhappy in his new clothes, but they had matching colors to your own. It was all very adorable.

Without a word Icterus grabbed his hat and threw it onto the ground with an angry expression, with a concerned look you walked over to him, "Don't you like it?", you asked, your voice was shivering a bit. You didn't want it to, but your voice didn't care what you wanted anyway. Neither seemed Icterus from the looks of it.

"I couldn't look like more of a fucking dog if I put a leash around my neck and walked on all fucking four stupid woman!", he barked at you, turning around and leaving you behind in the store. You had only wanted to do him a favor, what was he blaming you for now?

Confused and hurt you paid the tailor, not for Icterus hat though. You kept your own hat, it was fashionable after all and went on to the Smith. A man with an incredible headache who could have sworn he had been working on a leather armor. You buy a dagger for yourself or rather a curved knife of which the smith again could have sworn he had more. You see a spear in the corner of the room, the wood seemed to be oak and the point was well crafted as well.

With a sigh you decided to purchase it. After all even if Icterus did not appreciate your gifts somebody else could.

>Skills:

+ Haggling (4)

>Inventory:

+ Fine Clothes (Matching Icterus)

+ Fashionable Hat

+ Curved Dagger

+ Oak Spear

- 6 Silver

>>2321

You ask a man how to get to the church. He winks at you and gives you the directions. Turns out "Church" seems to be some sort of codeword for a rather prominent whorehouse. Women from all heritages offer their services in front of the lovely decorated house, a pleasent smell streaming from the entrance. In need of directions you entered, greeted by the pinkish light of torches behind stained glass you are greeted by a pretty young woman dressed as a nun at the reception. You can already tell she is undressing you with her looks, though with your rags there is hardly any work to be done.

You open your mouth and then close it again. It wouldn't be right to simply come here for directions and then take your leave again, it would be ungrateful. Perhaps you should stay for a bit longer? Just to make sure you got the directions right of course.

>Skills:

+ Lover (5)

>Flaws:

+ [Lustful +]

>Inventory:

- 5 Copper

(You also have directions to the church now)

>>2368

>>2344

You try to follow the tracks but really there is nothing to go on. You don't even know where she worked in the first place. Soon enough you find yourself lost somewhere in the city. The streets get dirtier and dirtier so you knew you were going into the right direction. You passed a mortician and a tanner. You probably weren't headed anywhere useful with this.

A bit out of directions you go to the local backery but since you don't know where you want to go you just buy some suspicious looking bread instead and sit down near a burnt down house. A few crows fly around nearby and you grant your brothers a few pieces of the bread. After feeding them for some time and chirping to them in your birdy voice you get up and start to make your way back, only to realize that wherever you go there is a crow waiting for you. You are certain it is always the same. It opens it's beak, "Kra-he.", Krahe. A name?

Other:

+ Crow, you can name it if you like

>Inventory:

- 1 Copper

>>2352

Katze jumped out and danced along in front of them, meowing and purring around their legs he drew them into the next room, scratching on a closet, while the men with the red cloaks were still busy following the clues the cat left you sneaked out of the clothing and towards the door. You get out of there. Apparently they had not noticed a thing. After some time Katze returns to you, he seems more satisfied than usual, apparently it would seem he pointed them right to a stash of some delicious delicacies.

But the ritual most continue! The larger the sacrifice the more accurate the divination, that much you knew! So you sacrificed all four mice. They were already dead for some time and thus their blood was not fresh, certainly a bad condition, however you were certian it would shed some light on the secrets you were searching anyway.

Tearing open their little bodies with your fingernails takes time and is a bit frustrating but in the end you manage to shed what little blood they have left. It meets and forms a stream, a river. A river? Here and there little drops of blood sprung to the side, blooming like flowers. Flowers, by a river? What river? There was no river going through town. Perhaps your sacrifice had not been sufficient?

>Skills:

+ Mythology (4)

+ Sneaking (3)

>Inventory:

- 5 Dead Mice

>>2369

>>2355

Firstly your uncle explains to you how to get to the church. Every now and then he made longer pauses just staring at you with gleaming hatred in his eyes, though you were uncertain whether he actually noticed it himself. You thank him even though he made you feel incomfortable in more than one way.

You check out a number of tailors, when you find one you are just in time to see a man leaving angrily, followed by an equally upset women, though apparently it had nothing to do with anger. Oh well, certainly the tailor was not to blame! You head inside and make some very specific notions as to how you would like your clothing woven as well as the series of stitches. The tailor immediately recognizes a fellow craftswoman and is content to oblige.

You retreat to get dressed and return in a most fashionable cloth, the tailor is happy to serve somebody with such exquisite taste.

You then move on to the church. There are a large number of nations here though you are certain that even more are still missing. The priests happily inform you that currently Bartholomew and Natasha nation are here, while Bartholomew has delivered an exemplary performance at the mass today.

Nobody seems to have noticed your sinful behavior for now.

>Inventory:

- 8 Copper

+ Fashionable Good Female Clothes

>>2356

Saying there was a dock was perhaps a bit much as barely a boat fit onto the river and having any sort of runway would effectively block anything from passing. So you are content with a runway that is barely more than a post to bind your ship onto, considering somebody with a ship would actually pass. The guy still charged you a silver for it that greedy fuck.

However you promise the courier two silver if he does a good job and brings you news of all the jobs. Now for a courier two silver are ten days work and he is sure he does a very good job, bringing you all sorts of jobs and even those who are usually not publicly announced. Seeing as you were so far out of town and no guard ever bothered to check in on your establishment and that makes it just perfect for what happend.

Slowly but steadily the scum of the city started to meet up in your tavern. But not just any scum. The bandits who normally came to town to peddle their raided goods, the mercenaries seeking employment by parties interested in the most sinister things. Head and bounty hunters both seeking pray in the bar and spending their time waiting for new contracts. The amount of armed scum that enjoyed the hospitality of your tavern seemed sheer endless. They named your tavern respectively "Open Throat".

Business was booming and you usually let the fights play out since you had nobody to enforce the peace, though nobody ever complained about it either. You made a buttload of money in an immensely short time, however soon you would have to think about where you were going to get this much ale from!

>Holdings:

+ "Docks" (20cm Runway)

- Tavern by the River (Large Ale Supply)

+ Scum Tavern by the River "Open Throat" (Dwindling Ale Supply)

>Job:

+ Bartend your own Scum Bar (+ 12 Silver / Turn)

Rolled 59, 64 = 123 (2d100)

>>2370

>Name: Natasha Lyubov Nation (the clue is all players are members of the same family)

>Fluff: Found as a orphan in Lyubov House for Orphans, she was a churchgoing little girl who's aspiring to help others. But as Natasha saw other boys being squires to noble knights and warriors and other girls being nuns, bar maidens, & whores. So Natasha studied every passage from the holy books and almost every prayer in the holy books. As Natasha studied she found a knight's blade that had fallen from a knight during a joust and poorly imitating what the knights have done. She later kept the blade that was fallen from the joust and inscribed a symbol that was on the blade on paper… a Fleur de lis a symbol which she uses to inspire a fiery death for preserved heretics.

>Inventory: Fleur de Lis

>Skills: Faith Knowledge (102) & Zeal (3)

>Flaws: [Faith Centered] You have never really lived and have almost no experience whatsoever interacting with people and doing things that are church unrelated.

>Bonuses: [Zealous] You are the incarnation of faithfulness having dedicated your life to the one true god. You gain a bonus concerning anything religious. Claiming you committed a sin was like claiming the Patriarch himself had done so. Preposterous

1-2 I wasn't paying into somebody's sin. I want a job with the church it's a big misunderstanding. Bartmolenthew was lighting some candles and we're talking about religion. I want to help the church in it rituals not to create more sin

Name: Oo'ka B'aa

Fluff: A medicine man from a place to the southeast, where the hot sun watches over the Gazelle, the Lion, and the Elephant.

When he arrived believe him to be a giant, and in a sense they are correct.

The people of his region had skin dark as the bark of blackwood, and were already taller than the "pale men". But tribe were known as the Ae'bweya, in their language "The Tall Men" for their great height, towering over their own kin. They lived in a "castle" of stone and mud baked by the sun, on a great mound built by their ancestors long ago.

Perhaps this explains why ever since his arrival the only men he could speak to without looking down were on horse, and why he must bend his back to navigate the short roofs of the cold grey stone of the pale men.

With the Uhlmannen came the end of the tribe, they tore down the catles of their ancestors, and those who survived fled, as he did. Over great distances he lead them, seeking to flee the "Horse barbarians" as far as the ends of the world. And that's where they seem to have ended up in. A strange land, with strange people and strange tongues, and the sky is bitter and cold, and the nights long.

All they have left of their former life is held in the hands of Oo'ka B'aa, their greatest artifact, a chieftans great club of strange black metal.

Believed it to be magic, it given to them by by the first man of their family many generations ago, and legended that he wrested from the Pharaoh of the lands of sand, who himself was gifted it by the gods, for through generations it neither rusts nor tarnishes.

>Inventory:

+ 4 Healing Herbs

+ Some Sticks

+ Several Reefs

+ 1 Dose of Sedative

+ Rock

>Skills:

[+]

+ Construction (50)

+ Medicine (100)

+ Searching (1)

+ Hunting (1)

+ Blow-Dart-Using (1)

+ Sneaking (2)

[-]

- Club Fighting (-2)

>Flaws:

+ [Exotic] You are a rare sight. The guards will recognize you easily and people try to go out of your way. The church may also not approve what they believe to be your heathenous ways. People are generally inclined to trust you less.

>Bonuses:

+ [Giant] You are two heads taller than a normal man. You are considerably stronger than them as well, granting you a bonus in all things physical. Except for hiding of course.

>Holdings:

+ [Hidden Healing Hut] Your own comfortable clay hut which has an aura of mystery to it. The air is heavy with pollen from healing herbs, which will keep you and anybody living here healthy from most diseases. it can also heal you after you have already contracted them. Injury recovery is naturally sped up.

Rolled 23, 39 = 62 (2d100)

Name: Wikiver Nation

Fluff: A young man with an even temper. Although he is honorable his is also quite greedy and lustful. He was learning to become a true lord when his family lands were invaded. His father pushed the family sword, which is made from a strange golden metal and forged in a strange shape, into hands and sent him away. Now he is here.

Inventory: The Dragon Fang, 5 copper

Skills: Swordfighting (50)

+ Serpent Blade Combat (50)

+ Intimidation (16)

+ Luck (1)

+ Hand to Hand (6)

+ Lover (5)

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food + 5 copper/turn)

Flaws: + [Greedy] You have a hard time letting go of gold, people you have to pay do not appreciate this.

+ [Lustful +] You like a good tumble, this comes with some expertise in the area. Women find it hard to resist you however the feeling is mutual. Be careful not to hurt the ones you love.

Bonuses: [Wielder of the Dragon Fang] Your weapon is your father's blade. It is not magic, only a fool would believe that, but if handled right the blade dances almost as if alive, sneaking past scales of armor and cutting deep into enemy flesh. You've also never cut yourself on this one before.

1. Practice with the dragon fang.

2. Buy some clothes that are not rags.

Rolled 25, 68 = 93 (2d100)

>>2367

>>2316

1-2. A horse Barbarian! Here!

How dare he. His people destroyed my clan, my home, my people.

And it looks like he's causing trouble. Well, if it's a fight he wants, it's a fight he'll get. If he wants to stir trouble, then trouble has found him.

I walk out into the open, and say my name and whence I am from, and challenge the Barbarian.

Rolled 10, 89 = 99 (2d100)

>>2368

Name: Bartholomew Nation

Fluff: Bartholomew Nation is a very pious man. He had been raised to be the realms next religious leader, but that was before the heathens invaded. Their desecrated our holy sites and spat upon God. As their lands burned around him Bartholomew swore vengeance. He took upon himself the role of an Avenger of God by claiming the holy relic and set off to distant lands. One day he shall return and he would have his revenge.

>Inventory:

+ Priest Robe

+ Scythe of Vengance

>Skills:

+ Scythe Fighting (50)

+ Preaching (59)

+ Zeal (3)

+ Faith Knowledge (6)

>Flaws:

+ [Wrath] You are a rather angry person and have a quick temper whenever it comes to things unholy.

>Bonuses:

+ [One True God] You find easy acceptance amongst the clergy. They will harbor you and care for you as you are faith incarnate. You will of course be expected to do some good deeds for the church from time to time. The poor and broken also flock to you as they see redemption in following your path.

>Job

+ Church Candle Lighter (1 Copper / Turn)

>Other:

+ Donations to the Orphanage (1 Copper) (+1 each turn, costs 1 Copper per turn)

Bartholomew is delighted to hear about how they enjoyed the mass, it is wonderful that he was able to provide his service for those that needed it.

1. Bartholomew continues his daily routine, three hours of prayer in the mourning followed lighting the candles around the church. Whenever he has free time he is either helping out around the church or studying the holy book.

2. Bartholomew hasn’t given up yet, after another enthusiastically done mass he continues to try to form ties with the other faithful and the church goers, to understand them.

Rolled 90, 5 = 95 (2d100)

>>2366

Name: Sigurd Pillory

Fluff: Sigurd is the oldest surviving member of the once-grand Nation family, father to many of it's strongest children and at one point a greatly-respected man for his rational judgement and skill at arms - and he had it all taken away in an instant. Few of his children still breathe, his house lies in financial and popular ruin and one of his eyes was burned to uselessness, making even combat difficult for the aging man. His brothers and sisters all lie missing or dead as well, and taking care of their children and re-assembling the great house of Nation from it's ashes has fallen onto his shoulders. Perhaps the most shameful thing to him was the loss of his grand blade and armor, things he desperately seeks back.

>Inventory:

+ Ancestor's Pendant

+ Priest Robe

>Skills:

+ Swordfighting (60)

+ Leadership (27)

+ Searching (2)

+ Luck (1)

+ Sneaking (3)

+ Charisma (3)

+ Searching (3)

>Flaws:

+ [Aging] You become older every year and slowly your skill at arms begins to degrade. The guilt and ridicule do nothing to improve the situation. It's only rubbing more salt into old wounds.

+ [Scarred Skull] Your head is a tad more fragile than usual and there is a long scar on it, otherwise you're good.

>Bonuses:

+ [Old Dog New Tricks] Even though you are growing older every year you do not intend to leave your family with nothing. While your body may not act the ways it used to your mind is still more than focused on the task. You are determined to do what is necessary and in order to protect your family you can still perform feats of grandeur.

>>2298

How embarrassing. Sigurd once more approaches his child, clasping him on the shoulder with rough, large hands. "Boy. I understand you're close with Lady Contessa of Whitecity." He doesn't press the word 'close'. "I'm to teach fencing to one of their children, but they would like.." Sigurd grumbles for a bit, furious at the notion that a respected and known Nobleman, one who'd dealt with the Whitecities on advantageous terms before - would need a recommendation to work FOR them. "A recommendation first. Throw in a good word, would you, lad?"

1. Continue the search for more of the grand family of Nation. Hopefully less disappointing that Talvi. I usually don't get upset at anything, much less those of my blood, but that boy is a grave exception.

2. Seek out some more decent clothes. The noble robes of a priest are certainly nice, but I should be wearing something a tad more respectable, I think. I do make a rather imposing figure clad as a priest, but it's most likely not good to lead people on so. I have no money, true. I have honor and words, however, and a guarantee that I'll pay back every cooper on my noble soul.

Rolled 67, 67 = 134 (2d100)

>>2369

Name: Edmund Pillory

Fluff: Sir Edmund has hidden a terrible secret from his family. For years he has used the best makeup and disguises money could buy to hide his true nature. He wore concealing cloaks, practiced squawking in four different languages, and hid his 'skin condition' from view. You see, Edmund Pillory is a bird. There is no bird more honorable and noble in all the world, however, and he defends his family name to the last, even if it means his secret is discovered.

You are a bird posing as a man. Well actually you are a man thinking he is a bird posing as a man. Even centuries from now they would not fully be able to understand your condition. Perhaps god had played a cruel joke on you, but ever since you can remember you've kept this secret from everyone else. Your greatest power, but possibly your achilles heel as well.

>Inventory:

+ Sigil of Flame

+ Crow (Craven)

+ 4 copper

>Skills:

+ Hand to Hand (8)

+ Intimidation (1)

+ Luck (2)

+ Swordfighting (50)

+ Dueling (50)

>Skills:

+ Luck (8)

+ Mechanical Understanding (?) (8)

>Flaws:

+ [The Bird Issue] If somebody discovers your secret you are compelled to obey their commands in order for them not to reveal your terrible secret. This would not prevent you from killing them. Of course only if they specifically found out that you are a bird pretending to be human, not a human thinking he is a bird pretending to be human. The latter would be a ridiculous lie.

+ [Bird Talk] Sometimes you can't resist and just chirp along with the birds.

>Bonuses:

+ [The Phoenix Sigil] You are uncertain what it does, has to be some sort of riddle. Better be careful and don't destroy your family heirloom. Though if you could open it somehow, who knew what would be inside?

>Job:

+ Bouncer (Place to Stay + Food)

+5 copper coins per turn

1 - A crow! I'll name it Krahe.. kray… Craven! That's a nice, crow-like name! So good to have a friend to talk to at last! Now to buy it a nice cage with a perch, so it has somewhere safe to sit in inclement weather. Not truly a cage, I know well the ills of being a caged bird. A home, a nice abode for my new friend!

2 - Head back to the Church to meet with the family. Maybe look around for any clues to those ruffians who accosted Elise.

Rolled 58, 29 = 87 (2d100)

>>2365

Name: Eric Nation

Fluff: Eric is a tall and lanky young man, standing a full head's length above your average person. Not that you'd notice it. Ever since his birth He's just sort of blended into the background. People see him, they just don't recognize he's actually there. Many times in his life he's walked up to people in full view and nearly given the heart attacks by speaking to them. It's not something he does with intent, it's just that he's so unassuming and unimportant in most people's minds they don't recognize him being there. The fact he was also 7th born son to his father, along with his own nature of being beneath notice meant his schooling in matters politic and in arms was lacking. However when the invasion came he was handy enough with his Grandfather's dagger to surprise and kill several soldiers before ditching his clothes for peasants rags and blending into the horde of refuges fleeing the land.

>Inventory

+ Grandfather's Ornate Dagger

+ Plain Clothes

>Skills:

+ Daggering (34)

+ Noble Customs (33)

+ Sneaking (33)

+ Stealing (2)

>Flaws:

+ [Forgettable] You were made to be forgotten. While guards will often forget your face and you can get lost in large crowds easily this is horrible for heroic speeches, begging or finding true love.

>Bonuses:

+ [Unassuming] You are rarely accused of doing anything, largely because people don't care or expect you to have done anything. Also bonus to sneaking

>Job:

+ Courier ( 2 Copper / turn)

>Holdings:

+ Tavern Room + Food (-2 Copper / turn)

1. Visit the church incognito, make sure it's legitimate before is how myself. +33 stealth + Unassuming

2.Try to Locate a better job, A courier with higher priority deliveries, or maybe something else that can make use of my ability to be easily ignored., like a bodyguard or some such.

Rolled 18, 38 = 56 (2d100)

>>2366

>>Name:Vivian Nation

>>>>Fluff: Vivian was alone crying in the rubble. The mercenaries hired to destroy the castle decided that grabbing a baby girl to "use" once she grows up seemed like a sound idea. That was until they realized that they had spent so much time and effort taking care of this girl, that they couldn't rape her. By the time she was 18 she was already fighting like the best of them. When one of the men finally got pissed at her one day and told her how they all raped and killed most of her family, torched her home, and even stole her fathers sword, she took it quiet well. She ripped out the throat of the one who told her, took the sword off of his corpse, and told the others she was going to need some "alone time", but considering her personality that was very rational.

>>>>Inventory:

>>>+ Father's Sword

>>>>Skills:

>>>+ Swordfighting (50)

>>>+ Survival (50)

>>>>Flaws:

>>>+ [Hard Goodbye] You are not exactly on good terms with your old mercenary band and word travels fast. This may be trouble in the long run.

>>>>Bonus:

>>>+ [Tough Girl] You're a tough girl, you've spent your life on the road and don't mind eating moldy food from time to time. Though you do still have some bonding issues this will assist you further in combat and survival.

1:"Well den, that was easy"

Vivan leans against the storage houses wall with her sword out waiting to see what happens.

2:Once the man returns Vivian decides to head to the church the next day to meet the rest of her "family"