/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

>>49284

Gluglub crawls up towards the skinless creature and out of it's hiding spot. It then begins to rapidly suck in air bubbles into it's body, forming a big one in the center of it's body and increasing it's size. It then begins to undulate and release air in a manner resembling speech. "Alive. You alive?"

>>49351

Aium looks up to the slime, black orbs that act as eyes staring at Glubglub and then down to his hands before nodding. "yes…yes I do appear to be alive.". Not fully trusting the slime he begins to get out of the water at a safe distance away.

>>49352

"Good. Not many survive fall." Gluglub reaches into the pile of bodies after the creature leaves the water and drags the corpse of a failed chimera into itself to eat.

>>49353

Seeing that the slime's focus is off of him and is currently eating something else for a meal, Aium feels confident enough to continue conversing "what happens to the survivors? Is there a place to band together?" Even skinless his instincts to blend into the crowd still hold strong.

>>49354

"Only two live."

>>49355

"What happened to them? Did you eat them!?"

>>49356

"They are here."

>>49356

>>49357

Seeing the creature's confusing Gluglub creates a psuedopod then points at the creature, then itself.

>>49358

"I should clarify what I meant. although I think it unlikely now. Did you kill the people that survived the fall?"

Rolled 65, 85 = 150 (2d100)

>>49336

>Name: Oczohr of Flamefall

>Race: Flawed Lich

>Fluff: Driven to madness by his mortal coil's inability to reach his goals, Oczohr sought to extend his lifespan with a blasphemous ritual comprised of all his magical knowledge. Trading his body's ability to feed off aether to produce mana, he subsequently began to function off of nether. While his life force continues to go unextinguished, his body decays. With each passing day, Oczohr's flesh rots and he is less and less himself, yet he does not perish. The rotten folds of his flesh remain together. When his flesh finally separates, placing it back on seems to miraculously reattach it. His mind fails him. Oczohr barely clings to fragments of his old self as strange voices and thoughts enter his mind. Forces beyond him have begun to shape his body. Oczohr knows that he must search for a cure, but he risks losing everything he traded his mortality for.

-Status: [Decaying]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Throne

-Affinity: Deconstruction

-Skills: [Necrotic Regeneration] [Aurelian Pentagram (Knowledge)] [Nether Mana Draw][Enhanced Magic]

-Magic: [Instant Rot]

-Equipment:

>Phylactery Gemstone (Flawed)

>Tattered Robes

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1-2: I've merely traded one ticking clock for another when it comes to my life. I need search for some kind of temporary solution, something to delay the degeneration of mind and body while I search for a permanent answer. Anything will do, I just need more time…

>>49359

"No. You alive."

Rolled 44, 78 = 122 (2d100)

>Name:

Constable Jenkins

>Race:

Human

>Background:

Alexander Jenkins was born in a small town to a family of hard-working smiths who taught him three things: how to smith, how to fight and to always follow the straight and narrow. and taught him to be the same. From a young age he was conscripted to fight in one of the many wars throughout the realm, and while on such campaigns he learned the hard way of the horrors of the world. Alexander Jenkins then resolved himself to rooting out and destroying the evils of the world and putting criminals to justice, and after his years of military service were through he traveled to a major city and joined the guard force as a constable, upholding the law and ensuring that evildoers are caught and punished. Recently, he has come across an old family heirloom, a magic sword that has granted him access to powerful magic to boost his ability to defeat the heinous criminals of the world. Now, in this town, as long as Constable Jenkins roams the streets, the LAW will be FOLLOWED and criminals will pay the PRICE!

>Sign:

Nether

>Affinity:

Conjuration

1. Well this ain' no good, now innit? A bunch o' roight hooligans out n' about carrying contraband then? Better get the boys an' order a few inspections, we'll foind out if this lot is on the straight an' narrow soon enough. Order the guards stationed at both gates ta start searchin' fer contraband, and oi'll visit the left gate ta make sure it gets done! If anything suspicious is found then throw 'em in the cuffs.

2. An' then oi'll visit the right! Even if I miss 'em oi can at least collect reports…

>>49395

Corrected stat sheet cuz I copypasted the wrong one:

>Name:

Constable Jenkins

>Race:

Human

>Background:

Alexander Jenkins was born in a small town to a family of hard-working smiths who taught him three things: how to smith, how to fight and to always follow the straight and narrow. and taught him to be the same. From a young age he was conscripted to fight in one of the many wars throughout the realm, and while on such campaigns he learned the hard way of the horrors of the world. Alexander Jenkins then resolved himself to rooting out and destroying the evils of the world and putting criminals to justice, and after his years of military service were through he traveled to a major city and joined the guard force as a constable, upholding the law and ensuring that evildoers are caught and punished. Recently, he has come across an old family heirloom, a magic sword that has granted him access to powerful magic to boost his ability to defeat the heinous criminals of the world. Now, in this town, as long as Constable Jenkins roams the streets, the LAW will be FOLLOWED and criminals will pay the PRICE!

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Void

-Affinity: Transmutation

-Skills: [Swords (Style)] [Barmont Law (Knowledge)]

-Magic: [Shape Armor]

-Equipment:

>Heirloom Sword [Magic+]

>Constable's Armor

-Inventory:

-Followers:

>>49384

At this point Aium has come to the conclusion that even if this slime were to try to kill him he would be able to quickly outwit and escape it.

"Alright then, if there are no other survivors how would you feel if we worked together?"

>>49417

"Good."

>>49420

"Excellent! Now does any of the magocracy come down here to check on things?"

>>49421

"Some. Come down, walk around halls, leave. Usually avoid."

>>49422

"That gives me a plan. If we were to kill one of them I could take their appearance and be able to freely explore around with them none the wiser. In the meantime you could dispose of the body."

>>49423

"Can do."

Rolled 59, 10 = 69 (2d100)

-Name: Gluglub

-Race: Slime Chimera

-Background: Gluglub isn't too sure what it is exactly. Its first memories are of an old wizard, from what it came to learn is the Rahl Magocracy, asking it to speak or use a pen. It did not understand at the time and was cast into the sewers as a failure with many of the other failures. Gluglub began to follow its slime instincts to feast but found a few peculiarities. Compared to other slimes it's coloring was light blue instead of normal dark green or black. It also ate far more and, after spying on some men going through the sewers, learned to speak the human tongue by manipulating it's shape.

Gluglub found that it could use magic after copying a mage that came into the sewers, although felt drained after. There are probably more things different about Gluglub be it will find those out later. For now it has found a friend among the other failed experiments and wishes to aid more like it.

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Aether

-Affinity: Transmutation

-Skills: [Slime Body] [Acidic Absorption]

-Magic: [Composition Exchange]

-Equipment:

>Tattered Rags

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1&2. Lead my new friend to one of the paths some of the workers use and wait to ambush one of them when they are alone.

Rolled 73, 12 = 85 (2d100)

[Aium'itel]

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Nether

-Affinity: Augmentation

-Skills: [Shape-change] [Flesh Adoption]

-Spells:

-Equipment:

>Tattered Rags

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1/2. I follow my new friend and help with the ambush.

Rolled 55, 50 = 105 (2d100)

>>49334

[Hagra]

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Star

-Affinity: Manipulaton

-Skills: [Aurelian Pentagram (Knowledge)] [Potioncraft (Knowledge)]

-Magic: [Curse of Lost Paths]

-Equipment:

>Witch's Shawl

>Witch's Broom

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1-2. Hagia begins to experiment with her powers and the Aurelian Pentagram. If she wishes to become a master of her field she will have to learn as much as possible about the powers available to her and how to safely utilize them.

Rolled 24, 17 = 41 (2d100)

>>49335

-Name: Alaric Streetrunner

-Race: Human

-Background: Born in the slums of o of Barmont's teeming cities, Alaric was cast out onto the street when his father died. His mother died shortly there after killed by another whore for intrufing on their spot. Alone and listless Alaric stole, snuck, and did other unscrupulous things to survive.

Eventually he was taken into an orphanage. But this was not a normal orphanage, no, it was designed to collect children and train t hem to be assassin s and fighters, then when their training was down they were sold as mercenaries or assassin to patron for coin an favor.

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Nether

-Affinity: Transmutation

-Skills: [Short Blades (Style)] [Thievery]

-Magic:

-Equipment:

>Dark Clothes

>Leather Cuirass

>Dagger

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1. Find a caravan or ship or something else to speed my passage to my patron.

2.Gather as much coin and goods as I can for the journey.

Rolled 28, 71 = 99 (2d100)

>>49457

Only two dice it seems

Rolled 5, 5 = 10 (2d5)

-Name: Yakusha the everlasting

-Race: Elven Lich

-Background: A free lich who came to power on his own willingly travels towards the lands of Magusar to join his immortal court.

>>49590

>most my fluff is gone wtf

He specializes in summoning and commanding many undead in particular against their own race. Little brings him more joy than turning former human against human and former dwarf against dwarf and so on.

Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d5)

>>49590

>most my fluff is gone wtf

He specializes in summoning and commanding many undead in particular against their own race. Little brings him more joy than turning former human against human and former dwarf against dwarf and so on.

>>49590

Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d5)

test

>>49590

[Yakusha]

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Star

-Affinity: Manipulation

-Skills: [Necrotic Regeneration] [Nether Mana Draw] [Enhanced Magic] [Elven Mana Affinity] [Elven Wildcasting (Knowledge)]

-Magic:

>Induce Coma

-Equipment:

>Elven Garb

>Elven Casting Stone

>Malformed Phylactery Stone

-Inventory:

-Followers:

Rolled 66, 47 = 113 (2d100)

>>49598

[Yakusha]

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Star

-Affinity: Manipulation

-Skills: [Necrotic Regeneration] [Nether Mana Draw] [Enhanced Magic] [Elven Mana Affinity] [Elven Wildcasting (Knowledge)]

-Magic:

>Induce Coma

-Equipment:

>Elven Garb

>Elven Casting Stone

>Malformed Phylactery Stone

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1. My transformation while not perfect is complete for now. I am more powerful than ever before yet still so weak. I must begin to gather an army and make something of myself before I can present myself before his highness. A useless vassal is better off dead where they wont be a burden. I must find a way to increase my power. The dead beasts were once mine to consume but now I need them living. I must find some living beasts and attempt to draw their lifeforce out and turn it into either health or mana for myself.

2. I must find a route to the promised land. I was so busy with my transformation that I hadn't truly thought of it yet. Roads can't be taken too much lest the uneducated living send soldiers after me. But the forests and other places carry their own dangers.

>>49338

You hustle Agium from your abode, much to his surprise.You assure the man that you haven't seen this Miss Stormbrook, and the church would do well looking elsewhere. Although his suspicions of such seem to remain high, he heads on his way. As he comes to the door, he gives you a final word, "I believe you, mister Glokta, but only because you have been rather hospitable. I will report my findings to the the local Bishop and await further instructions. I hope I will not be needing to deal with you again." He departs. 'Good riddance,' you suppose as you are left to your musings. Hopefully you won't be hearing from the priest again.

>>49346

You attempt to file the paperwork and do away with the house before you set off on your journey, hoping to gather a great deal of coin for your inherited lodgings. When you speak to the local registry, though, it is revealed that the home is owned by the state. Apparently it was a part of your father's payment for his former service, and now that he had passed his belongings would be reclaimed by the government. A necessary repossession in these harrowing times for the empire. With little more than the clothes on your back and the belongings left by your father, you are prepared to search for the answers to your questions.

>>49347

You leave the village, knowing that the promise of treasure would make you a hero among Leopozzians. As you travel down the winding path, you see ancient barricades of a long-gone civilization, masses of vines and ivy choked massive stone walls, perverting their every nook and cranny. Beyond these hallowed walls, thick forest and brambles quickly sprung up, a narrow path between them. As you travel among the winding path, you find the canopy overhead begins to block much of the sunlight, with small beams bleating through. You doubt you'll be able to see much once the sun goes down. Suddenly, a cracking noise echoes through the mostly silent woods. Peering ahead, you see the hulking humanoid form clutching the freshly ripped viscera of a deer in its hands. You duck into the treeline, uncertain if the beast has seen you. You're certain it's a monster, but it's unclear what sort of beast it is.

>>49366

You flip through the writings of your notes, collected tomes, and other written wisdom. Perhaps you missed something in the ritual that may have caused this. From what you collect, the effects you are experiencing are a result of your body processing nether in place of aether to produce mana. The material seems to consume life, drowning it and replacing it with a dark miasma. Yes, you recall this information now. You told yourself you would overcome this darkness. The text states that there are legends of those that claimed the nether's form for themselves and overcame the shadows. For a moment you worry that you had foolishly taken unto yourself a curse you could not bear. Then you notice it, a sheet folded and hidden away in the pages of your tome. It seems to be a map of The Great Scar, the dividing line between the continents Barmont and Rahvic. In the center features an island unfamiliar to you. On the back of the map, a note reads,

'To whom it may concern, my research has lead me astray. Those who follow in my footsteps and seek to claim my work as their own, I beseech thee. I do not suspect I shall make it to cure this curse I impose upon myself. I believe that in my final hours I have found a cure, however. A lost isle in the center of The Great Scar, lost to the ages. It is there that a solution may be found, a cure to the shadows we endure. I have fought off the calls of the nether and know this is my end. I wish luck too those who have chosen to damn themselves such as I.'

You are uncertain who wrote this note. Perhaps it was yourself, Oczohr, at a time of greater lucidity. No, the handwriting is foreign. It seems to be a potential. Reaching The Great Scar would be no simple task, though, and finding an island amidst its waters an even greater undertaking…

>>49396

You gather up a few of the boys an' head on to the to the East gate, where they've held up the caravan for your inspection. Most of the carts seem clean enough, no contraband come through. One cart, however, proves to have a false floor full of books written in a foreign dialect you're not familiar with. You're fairly certain these aren't translated prayer books and send the whole lot riding in that cart off with the guards to be locked up. You escort the cart back to the station where two priests meet with you to discuss your findings. The priests take the books off your hands to be purged. An easy enough task. After they've departed you notice one tomb left behind and unattended. "Evidence," you mutter as you take it to the locker to ensure it stays locked up. You place it on the shelf with other heretical materials. A few strange stones, drawn stars, and other items decorate the shelf. Nothing out of the ordinary. A guard enters and lets you know the other gates' checks came back clear and the caravans had entered the city.

>>49425

>>49426

With ease the two of you come upon the maintenance workers in an attempt to overtake them. The two hardly notice you before you've done away with them. Gluglub watches as Aium'itel masterfully separates their skin from their bodies and it molds to his every contour. He is unrecognizable from his previous state. There is a difference in his eyes from the original, however. A certain emptiness. Along with their flesh comes two sets of clothes.

[Gain and Divide Among Yourselves:]

>2 Rahl Tunnel Worker Skins

>2 Rahl Tunnel Worker Garbs

>>49432

Hagra re-examines her studies of the pentagram, which come from a number of texts and doctrines covering the subject. The Aurelian Pentagram features the five central components of mana use: Manipulation, Conjuration, Augmentation, Deconstruction, and Transmutation. Mana is composite in all things living and not, and is traditionally converted from a force known as Aether. Aether seeks balance with Nether, a dark substance which seeks to consume and replace with its own equivalency. Some sages believe that a world mirror to our own may exist, utilizing Nether the same way as Aether. While the body is made up of mana-rich matter, it is important to understand that a large excess does not reside within, and that attempting to use more mana that may be readily available results in destroying the body. To wholly utilize powerful magic, many competent mages have learned to hold onto excess mana and pool it. While Hagra had the ability to shape her mana to form hexes upon others, it was presently a draining effect that left her tired after the fact. The texts also depict a liquid mana which many seem to believe certain powerful mages may have extracted to fuel their abilities. As one who has brewed potions before, this concept especially sticks out to you.

>>49453

After an extensive search, Alaric manages to find passage on a caravan heading northwards towards his destination, though the members tell him he won't be heading north without payment. Apparently the group would be heading through the city of Altis in the next few days and security there is rather tight. One of the carts contained contraband, and Alaric would be responsible for getting the cart through.The city wasn't their immediate destination, however, and Alaric would have at least three days to prepare himself for such a task.

>>49457

Ur'Aga would thrust his head forward, sinking his teeth into any flesh he could find purchase upon. While he did not sever the nose, he created a deep gash in the skin and caused the priest to stumble backwards, releasing Ur'Aga as he clutched his bleeding proboscis. Ur'Aga would quickly be upon him, violently thrashing against the priest crying out in agony. Ur'Aga made haste to escape the scene, drawing himself into a nearby alley as he was greeted with a vision. The plane of blinding light was a safe space for him, strange structures towering above with blinding glow. The pieces of his god going about their business with their divine form, offering a speck such as him no mind. Then it greeted him, the sight of a tower rising above all others, distant. Perhaps this was what his gods ordained him to search for? There was no time to ponder in that moment as he was quickly pulled back from his dreamlike state, a commotion in the ally nearby. Additional priests had gathered in addition to commoners, terrified of their findings. Ur'Aga knew it would not be long before they were upon him as well, his bloodied lips and palms a dead giveaway to his role as culprit.

>>49599

The search goes well and soon you've gathered a number of forest animals' corpses. The extraction of their essence, however, proves to be a complex undertaking. To your luck, the full physical alterations brought on by your lichdom have yet to take effect and the other elves have yet to notice your sinister truth. Most elven magic involves interaction and manipulation of wildlife, the extraction of mana eludes you. A simple exercise, though, would be to convert the corpses into mana. The decaying matter likely had a nether base to its mana, so you expect it safe to do so. Of course that doesn't allow for the body to store surplus mana. You scribble the findings in your notes. Shortly after you check a map you have of known regions. The map is outdated by approximately fifty years, and features Leopozzia dominating the continent south of the unified wilds, but you have an approximate idea of where Magusar's forces have spread to. The first leg of your journey will have you travel south through the wilds before you to travel westwards through Leopozzia as you head towards Magusar's domain. Adversely you could travel to the coast and sail for his territories, though the wilds lack any sort of true navy or infrastructure needed to create such vessels. Travelling through Leopozzia strikes you as the most realistic route.

[Gain]

>6 animal carcasses

Rolled 97, 20 = 117 (2d100)

>>49610

[Hagra]

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Star

-Affinity: Manipulaton

-Skills: [Aurelian Pentagram (Knowledge)] [Potioncraft (Knowledge)]

-Magic: [Curse of Lost Paths]

-Equipment:

>Witch's Shawl

>Witch's Broom

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1-2. The extraction of liquid mana to grow more powerful seemed like a most worthwhile pursuit, especially considering that Hagra had ample time to do so in her lone wooden shack.

Still accepting new players or do I need to wait for someone to drop and take over their spot?

Rolled 62, 76 = 138 (2d100)

>Name:

Constable Jenkins

>Race:

Human

>Background:

Alexander Barnaby Jenkins was born in a small town to a family of hard-working smiths who taught him three things: how to smith, how to fight and to always follow the straight and narrow. and taught him to be the same. From a young age he was conscripted to fight in one of the many wars throughout the realm, and while on such campaigns he learned the hard way of the horrors of the world. Alexander Jenkins then resolved himself to rooting out and destroying the evils of the world and putting criminals to justice, and after his years of military service were through he traveled to a major city and joined the guard force as a constable, upholding the law and ensuring that evildoers are caught and punished. Recently, he has come across an old family heirloom, a magic sword that has granted him access to powerful magic to boost his ability to defeat the heinous criminals of the world. Now, in this town, as long as Constable Jenkins roams the streets, the LAW will be FOLLOWED and criminals will pay the PRICE!

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Void

-Affinity: Transmutation

-Skills: [Swords (Style)] [Barmont Law (Knowledge)]

-Magic: [Shape Armor]

-Equipment:

>Heirloom Sword [Magic+]

>Constable's Armor

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1-2. Roight-o, bang-up job boys. Now we get to the interestin' part, seein' what hole the ickle rats came from an' why they took it upon 'emselves ta cause a disturbance in moy city! Oi want this lot detained, if they wanna see sunloight again or make it outta 'ere in one piece they'd best answer me questions honestly. Oi want the whole story, where they come from, why they have a forbidden an' probably evil tome wiv 'em, wot they were plannin' on doin' wiv' it, who they's workin' for, the whole nine yards. If they play noice an' tell the TRUTH oi'll consider puttin' in a word or two ta loighten their sentence a wee bit."

>>49617

We have spaces, and also lost Swamp last turn.

Rolled 13, 2 = 15 (2d100)

>>49610

-Name: Gluglub

-Race: Slime Chimera

-Background: Gluglub isn't too sure what it is exactly. Its first memories are of an old wizard, from what it came to learn is the Rahl Magocracy, asking it to speak or use a pen. It did not understand at the time and was cast into the sewers as a failure with many of the other failures. Gluglub began to follow its slime instincts to feast but found a few peculiarities. Compared to other slimes it's coloring was light blue instead of normal dark green or black. It also ate far more and, after spying on some men going through the sewers, learned to speak the human tongue by manipulating it's shape.

Gluglub found that it could use magic after copying a mage that came into the sewers, although felt drained after. There are probably more things different about Gluglub be it will find those out later. For now it has found a friend among the other failed experiments and wishes to aid more like it.

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Aether

-Affinity: Transmutation

-Skills: [Slime Body] [Acidic Absorption]

-Magic: [Composition Exchange]

-Equipment:

>Tattered Rags

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1. With new friend off to surface in skin suit Gluglub turns part of his body into something soft and places it on top of the body pile to soften the landing of more new friends.

+Composition Exchange

2. Gluglub then decides to practice with his magic while he waits.

Rolled 11, 24 = 35 (2d100)

>>49611

[Aium'itel]

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Nether

-Affinity: Augmentation

-Skills: [Shape-change] [Flesh Adoption]

-Spells:

-Equipment:

>Rahl Tunnel Worker Skin

>Rahl Tunnel Worker Garb

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1/2. Leaving my rather slow but good friend in the sewers I leave the sewers in order to better understand the layout and scheduling of this place. Perhaps I can even find some supplies to bring back down and learn how to infiltrate myself in all layers of their society.

>>49609

>Name: Oczohr of Flamefall

>Race: Flawed Lich

>Fluff: Driven to madness by his mortal coil's inability to reach his goals, Oczohr sought to extend his lifespan with a blasphemous ritual comprised of all his magical knowledge. Trading his body's ability to feed off aether to produce mana, he subsequently began to function off of nether. While his life force continues to go unextinguished, his body decays. With each passing day, Oczohr's flesh rots and he is less and less himself, yet he does not perish. The rotten folds of his flesh remain together. When his flesh finally separates, placing it back on seems to miraculously reattach it. His mind fails him. Oczohr barely clings to fragments of his old self as strange voices and thoughts enter his mind. Forces beyond him have begun to shape his body. Oczohr knows that he must search for a cure, but he risks losing everything he traded his mortality for.

-Status: [Decaying]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Throne

-Affinity: Deconstruction

-Skills: [Necrotic Regeneration] [Aurelian Pentagram (Knowledge)] [Nether Mana Draw][Enhanced Magic]

-Magic: [Instant Rot]

-Equipment:

>Phylactery Gemstone (Flawed)

>Tattered Robes

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1: It sounds like I could stave off my body's hunger for Nether by drawing it from an alternate source. Try hunting down some animals and see if I can't drain them of their life to keep my body well, for now.

2: Start preparing to leave for the isle at the Great Scar. I'll probably want to bring as much of my writings with me if possible, among other things…

Rolled 22, 91 = 113 (2d100)

>>49624

rolls

Rolled 66, 6 = 72 (2d100)

>>49611

-Name: Alaric Streetrunner

-Race: Human

-Background: Born in the slums of o of Barmont's teeming cities, Alaric was cast out onto the street when his father died. His mother died shortly there after killed by another whore for intrufing on their spot. Alone and listless Alaric stole, snuck, and did other unscrupulous things to survive.

Eventually he was taken into an orphanage. But this was not a normal orphanage, no, it was designed to collect children and train t hem to be assassin s and fighters, then when their training was down they were sold as mercenaries or assassin to patron for coin an favor.

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Nether

-Affinity: Transmutation

-Skills: [Short Blades (Style)] [Thievery]

-Magic:

-Equipment:

>Dark Clothes

>Leather Cuirass

>Dagger

-Inventory:

-Followers:

1. Lighten some purses to get the funds I need.

2. Find an organization contact able to facilitate a way for me and my cargo into the city.

Rolled 83, 57, 53 = 193 (3d100)

>>49609

Name: Shingo

Race: Human

Background: Shingo grew up in a martial arts family, one of the spear spending 30 years practicing before even setting foot outside his meager house. only feed by those who had trained him.

One day however he learned of the existence of monsters, he felt his human limits had been reached. If he were to exceed them he'd have to throw himself into battle against those who are not human. With his spear and a small bag of gold, Now he sets out to the Unified Wilds to prove his strength and kill the monsters!

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Void

-Affinity: Manipulation

-Skills: [Hand-to-Hand (Style)] [Polearms (Style)] [Ki Generation]

-Magic:

-Equipment:

Gi, Family Spear

-Inventory:

-Followers:

Action 1-2: "COME FORTH BEAST, DIE BY MY HAND!" he shouts, rushing forth with his spear, attempting to send a flurry of strikes at it.

Rolled 66, 10 = 76 (2d100)

>>49611

[Yakusha]

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Star

-Affinity: Manipulation

-Skills: [Necrotic Regeneration] [Nether Mana Draw] [Enhanced Magic] [Elven Mana Affinity] [Elven Wildcasting (Knowledge)]

-Magic:

>Induce Coma

-Equipment:

>Elven Garb

>Elven Casting Stone

>Malformed Phylactery Stone

-Inventory:

>6 animal carcasses

-Followers:

1. Then realistic it is. begin the grand journey south through the wildlands. I can likely pass myself off as a hunter with these animal carcasses.

2. when I have time I must figure out how to expand my mana stores. I will not always have time to absorb more mana in combat.

Rolled 43, 18 = 61 (2d100)

>>49609

-Name: Alboin Aescgard

-Race: Human/Elf

-Background: https://pastebin.com/9mzJA8vV

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-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Aether

-Affinity: Conjuration

-Skills: [Bows(Style)];[Swords(Style)];[Barmont History(Knowledge)]

-Magic:

-Equipment:

>Common Clothes

>Father's Bow

>20 Arrows

>8 Barmont Copper

-Inventory:

>Odd Tome

-Followers:

1-2; Damn this empire! They ruin my father, and then they steal our land! I will make something of myself and fix this realm, I swear it! But, uh, first, I need to start somewhere… I guess I better get going to that city. Maybe I can find somebody that will offer me room and board for work so I can get situated and familiarize myself with city life. I wonder how big the city will be, Father said they were like hundreds of villages combined into one and all of the people who lived there thieves and murderers. That can't be right, though, right?

Rolled 71, 92 = 163 (2d100)

>>49611

[Ur'Aga]

-Status: [Healthy]

-Mana: [Stable]

-Sign: Star

-Affinity: Deconstructon

-Skills: [Fragmented Touch] [Swords (Style)] [Fragmented Vision]

-Magic:

-Equipment:

>Traveler's Clothes

-Inventory:

>Fragment Stone

-Followers:

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1-2. With the revelation burned into his mind Ur'Aga would flee the town making his way through back streets and things. He would steal what he could grab on the way before rushing off into the woods searching for a place to hide.