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File: 1438558735587.jpg (221.51 KB, 1920x1080, 16:9, maxresdefault.jpg)

 No.2424

Where are you?

You don't know.

Everything seems like a haze. Like you just woke up from a trance. How long has it been? Where are you? You remember almost nothing. You only remember who you are. Now then, who are you?

Fill in:

Name: [obvious]

Age: [obvious, how old you are]

Gender: [male, female, genderless]

Race: [you can be any standard humanoid, demi-human, or monstrous with my approval.]

Fluff: [What is your personality, what is it you do? Remember you remember nothing of where you are, what is around you, and what is really out in the world. You do remember any living family and the recently deceased though.]

Do not fill in:

Class and Levels:

Skills:

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment:

 No.2425

Fill in:

Name: Harold

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Fluff: My name's Harold mate I've don't know where I am, don't remember nothing much. Somehow I've remembered that I'm Harold and I'm twenty nine. What I can gather I'm nothing spectacular and I'm nothing ordinary. A person has a place in the world be they whores or kings a person has a place. But I don't know my place due to not remembering it.

Do not fill in:

Class and Levels:

Skills:

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment:


 No.2427

File: 1438560785916.jpg (189.07 KB, 573x800, 573:800, some hunter guy.jpg)

>>2424

>Name: Esric Green

>Age: 27

>Gender: Male

>Race: Human

>Fluff: Face down in the dirt is not where any self-respecting…wait. What are you, actually?

Let's see, forest looks familiar, though that may be just recognizing what a forest is like. Not that you know how many or where, you just feel like you know forests.

And how to catch things in them.

Neat.

Do not fill in:

Class and Levels:

Skills:

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment:


 No.2428

>Name: Graz Blackclaw

>Age: 23

>Gender: Male

>Race: Lizardfolk

>Fluff: Where is Graz? Graz remember, was hunting catfish with denmate. Now, no fish and no Crea!

Graz is great hunter, fed whole clan. Graz hunt so good, pointy ear smoothskin trade spear for pelts. Ha! Graz got good deal! Four hands(16) of hydra head for spear! Spear strange metal, not brown, grey. No need to sharpen spear when spear hit crocodile back. But Graz no see clan or denmate. Only smoothskins.


 No.2429

File: 1438561728189.jpg (77.54 KB, 628x799, 628:799, artworks-000004213648-oxtd….jpg)

>>2424

Fill in:

Name: Crixus Tiver

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Fluff: Blood. Blood stains my hands though I do not know from whom or it when. It is a good stain. I am proud of it as I know that I should be and others love me for it. Where others may hide or retreat, I will strike forward with a mad smile on my face and with steel in my spine. They will know my name by the end of it and they will chant it in either excitement or fear. They shall die by my hands and I shall smile as I finally put them to an end. It is the only way I know after all. I think. This is going to be interesting.

Do not fill in:

Class and Levels:

Skills:

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment: (I am assuming that we only start out with clothing or being naked. May I request that I at least keep the badass helmet?)


 No.2430

>>2428

Image didn't go through


 No.2432

>>2424

Name: Gladia Silverleaf

Age: 248

Gender: Female

Race: Forest elf

Fluff: Ugh my head, did I get drunk again. Wait, no there a dead Darkling here with my swords stuck in him. Also I'm in my armor, which is covered in blood. Shit! My bow, is my bow okay? Phew, it is. Damn looks like a I forget a bitch of a battle.


 No.2433

File: 1438564317102.jpg (23.15 KB, 254x300, 127:150, Dorf.jpg)

Name: Themdul Deepforged

Age: 75 (Adult

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf

Fluff: Amiable and outgoing (neither of which are overly common traits for Dwarves), Themdul Deepforged is a skilled craftsman, like many of his people. For a living, he mined, cuts, sets, and sells precious stones. As far as his hobbies go, he is an amateur brewer and a professional drinker. His father was a simple miner who married into the moderate wealth of Themdul's mother's family, which allowed Themdul to get the education for his current profession, and get a headstart. Like most dwarven men, he can swing an axe or pick in combat, but is not a professional soldier by any stretch of the imagination.


 No.2434

File: 1438564527891.jpg (111.44 KB, 773x1033, 773:1033, forged_with_blood_cover_ar….jpg)

>>2424

Name: The Messenger

Age: Young

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Fluff:

Don't blame the messenger. That's something a number of people needed to learn. Though it wasn't the intended recepient who had punished him. They had dragged him out of his room in the middle of the night, he had been on an important mission. To relay a message, but what message was that?

He fought them valiantly though he was no fighter. He did as best as he could. But in the end they overpowered him and threw him in a lake. Arms and legs bound, with stones to drag him into the cold depths.

Whose message was it and who was meant to receive it? He could not tell. But who was he? The messanger, of course. Nothing more. Who were the men? He was unable to tell as well. What evil mastermind they must have served, or had he been the servant of evil? He had not lived his life for himself, but for others. The last thing he rememberd an oath bound by blood.

Who was he?

What had happened?

And of course the obligatory: Where the hell was he?

Class and Levels:

Skills:

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment:


 No.2435

File: 1438564878436-0.jpg (206.11 KB, 1024x1325, 1024:1325, https://40.media.tumblr.co….jpg)

File: 1438564878437-1.jpg (92.06 KB, 682x900, 341:450, https://41.media.tumblr.co….jpg)

Name: Jasivin

Age: 346

Gender: Male

Race: Deathcarrier Lizardman

Fluff: Jasivin hissed angrily as he rose to his full 12ft height, 10ft tail wipping around heavily as he looked around, eyes landing on his equally annoyed brother(second pic). Jasivin barely remembered anything other than his brother, which he also confirmed didnt remember anything. All they remembered was being warriors, fighters, adventurers. Now they were somewhere they didnt know with very little to their name, and that angered them even further. Jasivin then went off with his brother to explore this land…


 No.2436

File: 1438596889414.jpg (250.73 KB, 506x900, 253:450, catgirl.jpg)

Name: Lily Tombstone

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Cat-Girl

Fluff: I remember … apprehension, fear, exhilaration. Sneaking past those awake, through darkened windows and locked doorways. The glint of silver, gold and gemstones. The sheer rush of a successful heist

A flash of silver. A streak of blood

I remember dancing, honeyed words and quiet laughs. The touch of skin on skin. An evening of pleasure after an evening of thrill. Money spent as quickly as it obtained.

gently closing empty eyes. A job well done

I think I was a thief.

I think I was an assassin

Do not fill in:

Class and Levels:

Skills:

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment:

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 No.2439

File: 1438631350240.jpg (799.1 KB, 1200x1600, 3:4, 1425209640307.jpg)

>>2424

Name: Sasha Belmont

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Race: Tiefling

Fluff: Wh-wha..? Wh-where am I? Th-this is all new and k-kinda scary.. ooh, I-I can't remember what I w-was l-last doing… w-wait, why can't I t-talk? Right, I remember never being able to talk.. or do I? Wh-what's this mark along my neck, some kind of birthmark? It doesn't matter, I guess. I just gotta find out where I am now and why…

Class and Levels:

Skills:

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment:


 No.2440

File: 1438655674124.jpg (322.57 KB, 1600x1197, 1600:1197, auriel__archangel.jpg)

>>2424

>Name: Tariel Angel of Hope

>Age: Ageless

>Gender: Female

>Race: Angel

>Fluff:

The hymns of the faithful, the chorus of light, the cry of battle, the pain of steel.

Pain.

Darkness.

Little but shards of her mind, not wishing to fit together. Has she fallen from grace, did she die? Why is she here, wherever here is. Was she to be tested? Was her faith called into question? She can not hear the chorus, she does not wish to be alone.


 No.2441

>>2425

How long have you been walking? You don't recall. How many places have you seen? You don't recall. You wake from your trance upon a road. To your sides are forest. Before you in the distance is the grande city Madrea.

+ Class/Levels: Wanderer lvl 3

+ Skills: Navigation I, Herbal lore I

+ Equipment: Wanderer clothes, Walking stick, Backpack

>>2427

You wake in the forest. You don't recal how deep you are, but it seems you have caught two rabbits already. Now then, which way is out?

+ Class/Levels: Hunter lvl 3

+ Skills: Tracking I, Forrest Navigation I

+ Equipment: Poor Bow, 20 arrows, Hunting Knife, Hunters Clothes

+ Inventory: 2 Rabbit corpses

>>2428

How long has it been since you went hunting? How long has it been since Graz left your side? How deep were you within the swamp? You could not recall.

+ Class/Levels: Hunter lvl 2, Lizardman lvl 1

+ Skills: Accute Senses I, Swamp Navigation I

+ Equipment: Good Spear, 2 poor Javelens

>>2429

You can still remember it. The chearing of the crowd. The blood pumping within you as you fought within the arena of Madrea. As you wake from your trance the seats are empty and you are in the middle of the arena, alone.

+ Class/Levels: Fighter lvl 1, Entertainer Lvl 1, Gladiator lvl 1

+ Skills: Showmanship I, Showman Swordplay I

+ Equipment: Good Sword, Show armor

>>2432

You remember the fight vaguely. How long ago was that again? You look again and you see no corpse. You are not even in the same location. You are in a village square.

+ Class/Levels: Fighter lvl 3

+ Skills: Archery I, Swordmanship I

+ Equipment: Good Bow, 20 arrows, Good short sword, Uniform

>>2433

Where are you? Oh right, you are in the bar. How long have you been here? Where is everyone?

+ Class/Levels: Jewelcrafter lvl 3

+ Skills: Appraisal I, Jewel lore I

+ Equipment: Craftsman's clothes, Jewel working tools

>>2434

What was your name again? Oh right you never had one. How long ago was that memory from? You don't know. You obviously survived though. You stood alone within the couriers office in Madrea.

+ Class/Levels: Courier lvl 3

+ Skills: Speed Enhancement I, Endurance Enhancement I

+ Equipment: Messenger uniform, Mailbag

>>2435

Where were you? You don't know, somewhere within the swamp. Where was your brother? You do not know.

+ Class/Levels: Fighter lvl 2, Lizardman lvl 1

+ Skills: Scale armor I, Greatweapon fighting I

+ Equipment: Poor greatsword, 2 Javelens

>>2436

How long ago where those memories from? Who were those people you killed? How long have you been in this dungeon? How long has the door been open?

+ Class/Levels: Rogue lvl 3

+ Skills: Stealth I, Lockpicking I

+ Equipment: Poor dagger, Rags {clothing}

>>2439

Where are you? You are in a library of some kind. What were you doing? You can't recall but books have been thrown everywhere. You are leaning down at a desk in a positon similar to if you were reading a book but there is no book there.

+ Class/Levels: Tiefling lvl 3

+ Skills: Demon lore I, Fire Resistance I

+ Equipment: Good dress

>>2440

(Angels have no genders, set gender to genderless)

How long has it been since that day? How long has it been since that fall from grace? Did you ever fall from grace, or were you always so low in the ranking? Where you always in this old church?

+ Class/Levels: Angel lvl 3

+ Skills: Holy empowerment I, Healing empowerment I

+ Spells: Holy smite, Minor Heal wounds

+ Equipment: Divine robes, poor mace

+ Other: Angel - Although Angels are strong they are subject to the whims of gods and can lose abilities if they displease these gods. They are also unable to enter areas sacred to demon gods, elemental lords, or other suficiently powerful beings.


 No.2442

>>2441

Post!


 No.2443

>>2441

2 actions, d100 each POST


 No.2444

Dice rollRolled 91, 66 = 157 (2d100)

>>2441

Name: Gladia Silverleaf

Age: 248

Gender: Female

Race: Forest elf

Fluff: Ugh my head, did I get drunk again. Wait, no there a dead Darkling here with my swords stuck in him. Also I'm in my armor, which is covered in blood. Shit! My bow, is my bow okay? Phew, it is. Damn looks like a I forget a bitch of a battle.

You remember the fight vaguely. How long ago was that again? You look again and you see no corpse. You are not even in the same location. You are in a village square.

+ Class/Levels: Fighter lvl 3

+ Skills: Archery I, Swordmanship I

+Spells:

+Money: 5 copper

+Inventory:

+ Equipment: Good Bow, 20 arrows, Good short sword, Uniform

1-2. Well there's no corpse my head STILL aches and I'm in a village square. Time to meet the locals, figure out where the Nine Hells I am, and maybe get a headache cure.


 No.2445

Dice rollRolled 62, 10 = 72 (2d100)

>>2441

>Name: Esric Green

>Age: 27

>Gender: Male

>Race: Human

>Fluff: Face down in the dirt is not where any self-respecting…wait. What are you, actually?

Let's see, forest looks familiar, though that may be just recognizing what a forest is like. Not that you know how many or where, you just feel like you know forests.

And how to catch things in them.

Neat.

+ Class/Levels: Hunter lvl 3

+ Skills: Tracking I, Forrest Navigation I

+ Equipment: Poor Bow, 20 arrows, Hunting Knife, Hunters Clothes

+ Inventory: 2 Rabbit corpses

>1/2 Finding a Trail

No good to find a way out of a forest you just wind up in another kind of wilderness. Time to look for a path out of here.

Shouldn't be too hard. Most people don't care much about covering their tracks. Or at least, as far as you can remember.


 No.2446

Dice rollRolled 44, 78 = 122 (2d100)

Name: Jasivin

Age: 346

Gender: Male

Race: Deathcarrier Lizardman

Fluff: Jasivin hissed angrily as he rose to his full 12ft height, 10ft tail wipping around heavily as he looked around, eyes landing on his equally annoyed brother(second pic). Jasivin barely remembered anything other than his brother, which he also confirmed didnt remember anything. All they remembered was being warriors, fighters, adventurers. Now they were somewhere they didnt know with very little to their name, and that angered them even further. Jasivin then went off with his brother to explore this land…

+ Class/Levels: Fighter lvl 2, Lizardman lvl 1

+ Skills: Scale armor I, Greatweapon fighting I

+ Equipment: Poor greatsword, 2 Javelens

1,2. Argh where am I?! Where is my brother?! Whatever the case is I need to find out where I am…


 No.2447

Dice rollRolled 71, 79 = 150 (2d100)

>>2441

Name: Themdul Deepforged

Age: 75 (Adult

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf

Fluff: Amiable and outgoing (neither of which are overly common traits for Dwarves), Themdul Deepforged is a skilled craftsman, like many of his people. For a living, he mined, cuts, sets, and sells precious stones. As far as his hobbies go, he is an amateur brewer and a professional drinker. His father was a simple miner who married into the moderate wealth of Themdul's mother's family, which allowed Themdul to get the education for his current profession, and get a headstart. Like most dwarven men, he can swing an axe or pick in combat, but is not a professional soldier by any stretch of the imagination.

+ Class/Levels: Jewelcrafter lvl 3

+ Skills: Appraisal I, Jewel lore I

+ Equipment: Craftsman's clothes, Jewel working tools

1. I have no idea where I am, but I do know one thing: This isn't the pub I fell asleep in. But wait! A cunning plan! I'll pretend to be absolutely shitfaced and try to gather answers to obvious questions that way. "Where am I?" "Who are you?" "What is the name of this kingdom?"

2. While I'm at it, it would be good to listen for gossip and local news.


 No.2448

Dice rollRolled 72, 29 = 101 (2d100)

>>2441

Fill in:

>Name: Harold

>Age: 29

>Gender: Male

>Race: Human

>Fluff: My name's Harold mate I've don't know where I am, don't remember nothing much. Somehow I've remembered that I'm Harold and I'm twenty nine. What I can gather I'm nothing spectacular and I'm nothing ordinary. A person has a place in the world be they whores or kings a person has a place. But I don't know my place due to not remembering it.

Do not fill in:

>Class/Levels: Wanderer lvl 3

>Skills: Navigation I, Herbal lore I

>Spells:

>Money: 5 copper

>Inventory:

>Equipment: Wanderer clothes, Walking stick, Backpack

1-2 go to the city see if anything is there I might remember a few spots I don't know


 No.2449

>>2441

>Name: Graz Blackclaw

>Age: 23

>Gender: Male

>Race: Lizardfolk

>Fluff: Where is Graz? Graz remember, was hunting catfish with denmate. Now, no fish and no Crea!

+ Class/Levels: Hunter lvl 2, Lizardman lvl 1

+ Skills: Accute Senses I, Swamp Navigation I

+ Equipment: Good Spear, 2 poor Javelens

1&2) Tail of Graz large, no need food for more days. Graz must find clan, find denmate.

go in search for a town


 No.2450

>>2449

Messed up dice


 No.2451

Dice rollRolled 21 (1d100)

>>2450


 No.2452

Dice rollRolled 50, 42 = 92 (2d100)

>>2451

Okay, for real this time


 No.2453

Dice rollRolled 66, 42 = 108 (2d100)

1. Sneak through the dungeons and keep my eye out for loot.

2. Practice my stealth while I sneak. See If I can't move even quieter. Smoothly and silently like a living shadow

Name: Lily Tombstone

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Cat-Girl

Fluff: I remember … apprehension, fear, exhilaration. Sneaking past those awake, through darkened windows and locked doorways. The glint of silver, gold and gemstones. The sheer rush of a successful heist

A flash of silver. A streak of blood

I remember dancing, honeyed words and quiet laughs. The touch of skin on skin. An evening of pleasure after an evening of thrill. Money spent as quickly as it obtained.

gently closing empty eyes. A job well done

I think I was a thief.

I think I was an assassin

Do not fill in:

Class and Levels: Rogue lvl 3

Skills: Stealth I, Lockpicking I

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment: Poor dagger, Rags {clothing}


 No.2454

Dice rollRolled 7, 73 = 80 (2d100)

>>2441

>Name: Tariel Angel of Hope

>Age: Ageless

>Gender: Genderless

>Race: Angel

>Fluff:

The hymns of the faithful, the chorus of light, the cry of battle, the pain of steel.

Pain.

Darkness.

Little but shards of her mind, not wishing to fit together. Has she fallen from grace, did she die? Why is she here, wherever here is. Was she to be tested? Was her faith called into question? She can not hear the chorus, she does not wish to be alone.

+ Class/Levels: Angel lvl 3

+ Skills: Holy empowerment I, Healing empowerment I

+ Spells: Holy smite, Minor Heal wounds

+ Equipment: Divine robes, poor mace

+ Other: Angel - Although Angels are strong they are subject to the whims of gods and can lose abilities if they displease these gods. They are also unable to enter areas sacred to demon gods, elemental lords, or other suficiently powerful beings.

1. Where am I? What is this church? is there someone here? Or is this to be my home?

2. Why is the Chorus silent? Have I failed somewhere? Can any of the chorus hear me as I sing?


 No.2455

Dice rollRolled 60, 49 = 109 (2d100)

>>2441

Name: Sasha Belmont

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Race: Tiefling

Fluff: Wh-wha..? Wh-where am I? Th-this is all new and k-kinda scary.. ooh, I-I can't remember what I w-was l-last doing… w-wait, why can't I t-talk? Right, I remember never being able to talk.. or do I? Wh-what's this mark along my neck, some kind of birthmark? It doesn't matter, I guess. I just gotta find out where I am now and why…

Class and Levels: [Tiefling lvl 3]

Skills: [Demon lore I], [Fire Resistance I]

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment: [Good dress]

1-2; I-I better pick up all the books and put them in neat piles on top of the table! I must h-have dozed off and rustled around in my sleep… Gotta find the librarian or somebody who helps manage the place! I-I hope sh-she didn't c-catch me dozing off with all the b-books like that~…


 No.2456

>>2441

Fill in:

Name: Crixus Tiver

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Fluff: Blood. Blood stains my hands though I do not know from whom or it when. It is a good stain. I am proud of it as I know that I should be and others love me for it. Where others may hide or retreat, I will strike forward with a mad smile on my face and with steel in my spine. They will know my name by the end of it and they will chant it in either excitement or fear. They shall die by my hands and I shall smile as I finally put them to an end. It is the only way I know after all. I think. This is going to be interesting.

Do not fill in:

Class/Levels: Fighter lvl 1, Entertainer Lvl 1, Gladiator lvl 1

Skills: Showmanship I, Showman Swordplay I

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment: Good Sword, Show armor

1-2) Well, its good to be back home at least. I think this is home. This is confusing. I keep thinking this around in my head and I just can't wrap my head around it. I can't remember it. There is only one thing that I remember and that is what is around me. The arena with it's cheering crowds hungry for blood and death. Speaking of, it is awfully strange to not at least see Attendants around doing maintaince work or cleaning up. Much stranger to see nobody here at all. Strange. So strange. This entire thing is weirding me out and I need some answers before I get angry. Its best to avoid getting angry. Too many lives lost when angry.

At this, Crixus got up from his eat with his Gladius in hand and headed down from the arena's seating into the central part. Dropping down from the seating, he turned to enter the backstage area of the arena to search for fellow gladiators or anyone working there during this time. Worst comes to worst, he would look for some real armor or perhaps some standard gladiator equipment. Some Javelins or nets would work great for self-defense.


 No.2457

Dice rollRolled 11, 36 = 47 (2d100)

>>2456

>mfw I forget rolls


 No.2458

>>2444

The village is quite small and you easily check around it. There doesn't seem to be anyone here. It is as if everyone just left, or were all killed and their bodies moved. A few homes are ransacked but you do not notice any blood.

>>2445

After a bit of looking around you find some human foot prints heading off into the distance. Quite possibly a good place to start.

>>2446

You are somewhere in the swamp, it looks a bit familiar to you and you think there should be a village nearby but you don't know where exactly.

>>2446

There is no one around to listen to, but there is also no one around as you pretend to be shit faced. It doesn't help.

>>2448

You head to the city and to the gate. There are no guards, no traffic, and the gate is cracked open. The walls also looked as if they have not seen maintenance is a while. All of this is quite strange.

>>2449

After a bit of searching you find a the scents that smell like a village. Along the way there you also see another lizard man (Kefka) who seems to be lost in the swamp.

>>2453

You sneak through the dungeon but notice that it is quite. Far too quiet. There is no one here. No guards, no prisoners. All of the dungeon doors are open, as if they were all released. You quickly head out of the dungeon and into the castle courtyard.

>>2454

You pray to the gods for guidance but the god of anger tells you to shut the fuck up and solve that on your own. You look around the temple and see that it is almost a ruin. Windows are shattered and the contents are disorderly. A quick look outside shows that the village this temple was in is just as messy.

>>2455

You quickly run around looking for the librarian, but find no one. The books are even messier in the places you are pretty sure you were never at. You pass by the magic section where mages are known to frequent daily and no one is there even though the runes seem to still be active.

>>2456

You find nothing and no one. It seems that all the hells broke loose in this place at some point. The armory had been absolutely ransacked. The animals and monsters no longer seem to be in their pens, or anywhere to be found for the matter, and no one from worker to manager could be found.

POST


 No.2459

Dice rollRolled 24, 65 = 89 (2d100)

>>2458

Name: Jasivin

Age: 346

Gender: Male

Race: Deathcarrier Lizardman

Fluff: Jasivin hissed angrily as he rose to his full 12ft height, 10ft tail wipping around heavily as he looked around, eyes landing on his equally annoyed brother(second pic). Jasivin barely remembered anything other than his brother, which he also confirmed didnt remember anything. All they remembered was being warriors, fighters, adventurers. Now they were somewhere they didnt know with very little to their name, and that angered them even further. Jasivin then went off with his brother to explore this land…

+ Class/Levels: Fighter lvl 2, Lizardman lvl 1

+ Skills: Scale armor I, Greatweapon fighting I

+ Equipment: Poor greatsword, 2 Javelens

1,2. Grrr, might as well stop standing around. Time to find that village and hopefully my brother…


 No.2460

Dice rollRolled 91, 14 = 105 (2d100)

>>2458

>Name: Esric Green

>Age: 27

>Gender: Male

>Race: Human

>Fluff: Face down in the dirt is not where any self-respecting…wait. What are you, actually?

Let's see, forest looks familiar, though that may be just recognizing what a forest is like. Not that you know how many or where, you just feel like you know forests.

And how to catch things in them.

Neat.

+ Class/Levels: Hunter lvl 3

+ Skills: Tracking I, Forrest Navigation I

+ Equipment: Poor Bow, 20 arrows, Hunting Knife, Hunters Clothes

+ Inventory: 2 Rabbit corpses

>1/2 Follow the Path

Better see where this leads…


 No.2461

Dice rollRolled 79, 58 = 137 (2d100)

>>2458

Name: Gladia Silverleaf

Age: 248

Gender: Female

Race: Forest elf

Fluff: Ugh my head, did I get drunk again. Wait, no there a dead Darkling here with my swords stuck in him. Also I'm in my armor, which is covered in blood. Shit! My bow, is my bow okay? Phew, it is. Damn looks like a I forget a bitch of a battle.

You remember the fight vaguely. How long ago was that again? You look again and you see no corpse. You are not even in the same location. You are in a village square.

+ Class/Levels: Fighter lvl 3

+ Skills: Archery I, Swordmanship I

+Spells:

+Money: 5 copper

+Inventory:

+ Equipment: Good Bow, 20 arrows, Good short sword, Uniform

1. No signs of anything at all? Well then, search for anything I can use, money, supplies, and maybe something to cure this Headache!

2. Look around the surrounding area try to figure out where I am.


 No.2462

Dice rollRolled 14, 99 = 113 (2d100)

>>2458

Fill in:

>Name: Harold

>Age: 29

>Gender: Male

>Race: Human

>Fluff: My name's Harold mate I've don't know where I am, don't remember nothing much. Somehow I've remembered that I'm Harold and I'm twenty nine. What I can gather I'm nothing spectacular and I'm nothing ordinary. A person has a place in the world be they whores or kings a person has a place. But I don't know my place due to not remembering it.

Do not fill in:

>Class/Levels: Wanderer lvl 3

>Skills: Navigation I, Herbal lore I

>Spells:

>Money: 5 copper

>Inventory:

>Equipment: Wanderer clothes, Walking stick, Backpack

1-2 Keep walking see if there's any more people in this city


 No.2463

Dice rollRolled 40, 71 = 111 (2d100)

1. 2. Loot the castle if it is truly empty. At least grab better clothes then these rags, though I won't turn down silver, gold and gems. Maybe a nice leather jerkin, some mail or a brace of throwing daggers. I also wouldn't mind some food and traveling supplies.

Name: Lily Tombstone

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Cat-Girl

Fluff: I remember … apprehension, fear, exhilaration. Sneaking past those awake, through darkened windows and locked doorways. The glint of silver, gold and gemstones. The sheer rush of a successful heist

A flash of silver. A streak of blood

I remember dancing, honeyed words and quiet laughs. The touch of skin on skin. An evening of pleasure after an evening of thrill. Money spent as quickly as it obtained.

gently closing empty eyes. A job well done

I think I was a thief.

I think I was an assassin

Do not fill in:

Class and Levels: Rogue lvl 3

Skills: Stealth I, Lockpicking I

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment: Poor dagger, Rags {clothing}


 No.2464

Dice rollRolled 39, 52 = 91 (2d100)

>>2458

Name: Sasha Belmont

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Race: Tiefling

Fluff: Wh-wha..? Wh-where am I? Th-this is all new and k-kinda scary.. ooh, I-I can't remember what I w-was l-last doing… w-wait, why can't I t-talk? Right, I remember never being able to talk.. or do I? Wh-what's this mark along my neck, some kind of birthmark? It doesn't matter, I guess. I just gotta find out where I am now and why…

Class and Levels: [Tiefling lvl 3]

Skills: [Demon lore I], [Fire Resistance I]

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment: [Good dress]

1-2; W-well, I better clean up the place so nobody gets in trouble by the library owner! M-maybe I should take a peek at those books, e-eh, just to see if there's anything wrong, of course~!


 No.2465

Dice rollRolled 14, 56 = 70 (2d100)

>>2458

>Name: Tariel Angel of Hope

>Age: Ageless

>Gender: Genderless

>Race: Angel

>Fluff:

The hymns of the faithful, the chorus of light, the cry of battle, the pain of steel.

Pain.

Darkness.

Little but shards of her mind, not wishing to fit together. Has she fallen from grace, did she die? Why is she here, wherever here is. Was she to be tested? Was her faith called into question? She can not hear the chorus, she does not wish to be alone.

+ Class/Levels: Angel lvl 3

+ Skills: Holy empowerment I, Healing empowerment I

+ Spells: Holy smite, Minor Heal wounds

+ Equipment: Divine robes, poor mace

+ Other: Angel - Although Angels are strong they are subject to the whims of gods and can lose abilities if they displease these gods. They are also unable to enter areas sacred to demon gods, elemental lords, or other suficiently powerful beings.

1.2. Begin to search the town for anyone or anything.


 No.2467

Dice rollRolled 78, 84 = 162 (2d100)

>>2458

>Name: Graz Blackclaw

>Age: 23

>Gender: Male

>Race: Lizardfolk

>Fluff: Where is Graz? Graz remember, was hunting catfish with denmate. Now, no fish and no Crea!

>+ Class/Levels: Hunter lvl 2, Lizardman lvl 1

>+ Skills: Accute Senses I, Swamp Navigation I

>+ Equipment: Good Spear, 2 poor Javelins

Graz talk with scale brother. See if he know where denmate is.

"Greetings scale brother. May your claws be sharp and your hunts fruitful," the customary greeting of another tribesman sent, he continues, "where is scale brother from. Smell not like Graz, dry and warm. Do you know where we are?"


 No.2468

>>2459

You head out, with no idea where you are going.

>>2460

After a few close calls where the prints were faded and you almost lost them you find a road. The road runs north to south with a few gentle curves you can see. You feel like something important is to the north.

>>2461

It seems that there isn't much of use but you do find a few copper. + 4 copper

It seems you are in a village in bum fuck no where. No markings or around to give a name. There are a few dirt roads leading out, with one seeming a bit more worn than the others.

>>2462

The city is quiet. Far too quiet. No signs of of people. More signs of animals than there should be. Some buildings are seem like they haven't been taken care of it what seems like weeks to months.

>>2463

It seems like the previous prisoners beat you to most of the spoils. You do find some servants clothes that werent looted. + female servant dress, + male servant clothes

>>2464

You start to pick up and take a look at all the books, they are almost all folklore and myths. Picking up the library 1/100

>>2465

There is no one. There is pretty much nothing in this desolate town either. It seems to have been abandoned for a long time. Years could have gone by with no one but animals stepping in this town. The god of anger seems shouts in your head 'GO FUCKING FOLLOW THE ROAD!'

>>2467

The lizard man (fucking kefka, link him if you want to talk to him) walks off in a random direction without acknowledging you.

PPPPPOOOOOOSSSSTTT


 No.2469

Dice rollRolled 56, 35 = 91 (2d100)

>>2468

>Name: Tariel Angel of Hope

>Age: Ageless

>Gender: Genderless

>Race: Angel

>Fluff:

The hymns of the faithful, the chorus of light, the cry of battle, the pain of steel.

Pain.

Darkness.

Little but shards of her mind, not wishing to fit together. Has she fallen from grace, did she die? Why is she here, wherever here is. Was she to be tested? Was her faith called into question? She can not hear the chorus, she does not wish to be alone.

+ Class/Levels: Angel lvl 3

+ Skills: Holy empowerment I, Healing empowerment I

+ Spells: Holy smite, Minor Heal wounds

+ Equipment: Divine robes, poor mace

+ Other: Angel - Although Angels are strong they are subject to the whims of gods and can lose abilities if they displease these gods. They are also unable to enter areas sacred to demon gods, elemental lords, or other suficiently powerful beings.

1.2. Follow the road.


 No.2470

>Name: Graz Blackclaw

>Age: 23

>Gender: Male

>Race: Lizardfolk

>Fluff: Where is Graz? Graz remember, was hunting catfish with denmate. Now, no fish and no Crea!

>+ Class/Levels: Hunter lvl 2, Lizardman lvl 1

>+ Skills: Accute Senses I, Swamp Navigation I

>+ Equipment: Good Spear, 2 poor Javelins

Graz talk with scale brother. See if he know where denmate is.

"Greetings scale brother. May your claws be sharp and your hunts fruitful," the customary greeting of another tribesman sent, he continues, "where is scale brother from. Smell not like Graz, dry and warm. Do you know where we are?"

>>2446

Talking to you buddy


 No.2471

Dice rollRolled 31, 1 = 32 (2d100)

>>2468

Fill in:

>Name: Harold

>Age: 29

>Gender: Male

>Race: Human

>Fluff: My name's Harold mate I've don't know where I am, don't remember nothing much. Somehow I've remembered that I'm Harold and I'm twenty nine. What I can gather I'm nothing spectacular and I'm nothing ordinary. A person has a place in the world be they whores or kings a person has a place. But I don't know my place due to not remembering it.

Do not fill in:

>Class/Levels: Wanderer lvl 3

>Skills: Navigation I, Herbal lore I

>Spells:

>Money: 5 copper

>Inventory:

>Equipment: Wanderer clothes, Walking stick, Backpack

1-2 settle in one of the buildings there anit anyone here maybe I'll live there


 No.2472

>>2470

Name: Jasivin

Age: 346

Gender: Male

Race: Deathcarrier Lizardman

Fluff: Jasivin hissed angrily as he rose to his full 12ft height, 10ft tail wipping around heavily as he looked around, eyes landing on his equally annoyed brother(second pic). Jasivin barely remembered anything other than his brother, which he also confirmed didnt remember anything. All they remembered was being warriors, fighters, adventurers. Now they were somewhere they didnt know with very little to their name, and that angered them even further. Jasivin then went off with his brother to explore this land…

+ Class/Levels: Fighter lvl 2, Lizardman lvl 1

+ Skills: Scale armor I, Greatweapon fighting I

+ Equipment: Poor greatsword, 2 Javelens

Jasivin turns to his fellow lizardman, a large annoyed snarl on his face, though not exactly directed at his fellow scale brother. "No, I dont know where we are. And im from a swamp clan, so dont remind me of THE LACK OF GOD DAMN SWAMP!!" Jasivin roars his fury before returning to normal. "Now, what else do you want?"


 No.2473

>>2472

"I don't know where swamp went. Perhaps, as scalebrothers, we can go together in search of our clans?"


 No.2474

>>2473

*Angry grumbling*

"I havent been to my clan ever since I left almost 100 years ago with my brother. We needed to find some blood to shed and woman to bed. We found plenty of both, and planned to return to our village with the treasure from our adventures before I ended up here. If you can help me find my brother and our gold, ill be in your debt."


 No.2475

>>2474

Then we go look for brother. Graz look for denmate while look for scalebrother brother. Fight together, hunt together, eat together till lost found."


 No.2476

Dice rollRolled 12, 18 = 30 (2d100)

>>2458

Name: Themdul Deepforged

Age: 75 (Adult

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf

Fluff: Amiable and outgoing (neither of which are overly common traits for Dwarves), Themdul Deepforged is a skilled craftsman, like many of his people. For a living, he mined, cuts, sets, and sells precious stones. As far as his hobbies go, he is an amateur brewer and a professional drinker. His father was a simple miner who married into the moderate wealth of Themdul's mother's family, which allowed Themdul to get the education for his current profession, and get a headstart. Like most dwarven men, he can swing an axe or pick in combat, but is not a professional soldier by any stretch of the imagination.

+ Class/Levels: Jewelcrafter lvl 3

+ Skills: Appraisal I, Jewel lore I

+ Equipment: Craftsman's clothes, Jewel working tools

Well, now I've made a fool of myself [And missed a turn.]

1/2. I suppose I'll go out and try to meet some people, see what the fuck is going on.

Sorry for the pathetic post, I'm tired.


 No.2477

File: 1439697113165.jpg (129.6 KB, 820x900, 41:45, Miguel Coimbra-8.jpg)

Fill in:

Name: Else Marcyz

Age: Ostensibly 25, dead for centuries

Gender: Female

Race: Spirit (Undead)

Fluff: Else remembers very little of her life. She was always called the fairest of her town, the jewel of the county. She might have been a weaver, or a milkmaid. Whatever the case, she does not remember her life well.

But her death? Her death she remembers vividly. She was washing clothes by the river Elsean, as often done. The rain soon started to fall, and as always she started folding them away to head home. But it fell too fast, and the water came too soon. She was caught in the swelling shores, and slipped into the roiling wash. Her head struck the rocks and she was overcome by the waters. Else drowned in the river that bore her name.

Yes, Else remembers her death. But what came after? Well, that's where she is now. Or at least, WHAT she is now. Her form is eternally drenched, dripping and cold. Her skin is paler and slightly veined, betraying her unliving state. And her voice, as lovely as always, the only thing unchanged. So she sings. To warn others, to spare them her fate. She sings of loss and of longing, of a world she has left and a danger no longer present. Else Marcyz has died, but still she sings.

Do not fill in:

Class and Levels:

Skills:

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment:


 No.2478

Dice rollRolled 41, 86 = 127 (2d100)

>>2475

1,2. Go searching the area with my new ally


 No.2479

Dice rollRolled 96, 37 = 133 (2d100)

>>2468

Name: Gladia Silverleaf

Age: 248

Gender: Female

Race: Forest elf

Fluff: Ugh my head, did I get drunk again. Wait, no there a dead Darkling here with my swords stuck in him. Also I'm in my armor, which is covered in blood. Shit! My bow, is my bow okay? Phew, it is. Damn looks like a I forget a bitch of a battle.

You remember the fight vaguely. How long ago was that again? You look again and you see no corpse. You are not even in the same location. You are in a village square.

+ Class/Levels: Fighter lvl 3

+ Skills: Archery I, Swordmanship I

+Spells:

+Money: 9 copper

+Inventory:

+ Equipment: Good Bow, 20 arrows, Good short sword, Uniform

1-2. A village in bumfuck nowhere, oooooof course. Gods I hope this is just an odd dream or me tripping balls on something. I really don't want to be here. Fuck it follow the worn trail, I'll deal with what comes.


 No.2480

Dice rollRolled 49, 51 = 100 (2d100)

>>2468

>Name: Esric Green

>Age: 27

>Gender: Male

>Race: Human

>Fluff: Face down in the dirt is not where any self-respecting…wait. What are you, actually?

Let's see, forest looks familiar, though that may be just recognizing what a forest is like. Not that you know how many or where, you just feel like you know forests.

And how to catch things in them.

Neat.

+ Class/Levels: Hunter lvl 3

+ Skills: Tracking I, Forrest Navigation I

+ Equipment: Poor Bow, 20 arrows, Hunting Knife, Hunters Clothes

+ Inventory: 2 Rabbit corpses

>1/2 Northwards!

Hmm. Follow the road, but be sure to keep off to the side until I reach… The destination.


 No.2481

Dice rollRolled 70, 39 = 109 (2d100)

>>2478

Look for an animal while we walk. Might as well get some food.


 No.2482

1. This is castle, a place where people ruled from. Look for a map to help me figure out where to head to.

2. Practice my stealth.

Name: Lily Tombstone

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Race: Cat-Girl

Fluff: I remember … apprehension, fear, exhilaration. Sneaking past those awake, through darkened windows and locked doorways. The glint of silver, gold and gemstones. The sheer rush of a successful heist

A flash of silver. A streak of blood

I remember dancing, honeyed words and quiet laughs. The touch of skin on skin. An evening of pleasure after an evening of thrill. Money spent as quickly as it obtained.

gently closing empty eyes. A job well done

I think I was a thief.

I think I was an assassin

Do not fill in:

Class and Levels: Rogue lvl 3

Skills: Stealth I, Lockpicking I

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory: Male servants clothes, rags

Equipment: Poor dagger, Female servants clothes

(FUCK OFF CUCK)

 No.2483

Dice rollRolled 29, 85 = 114 (2d100)

>>2468

Name: Sasha Belmont

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Race: Tiefling

Fluff: Wh-wha..? Wh-where am I? Th-this is all new and k-kinda scary.. ooh, I-I can't remember what I w-was l-last doing… w-wait, why can't I t-talk? Right, I remember never being able to talk.. or do I? Wh-what's this mark along my neck, some kind of birthmark? It doesn't matter, I guess. I just gotta find out where I am now and why…

Class and Levels: [Tiefling lvl 3]

Skills: [Demon lore I], [Fire Resistance I]

Spells:

Money: 5 copper

Inventory:

Equipment: [Good dress]

1-2; Get to work! Pick up the books, we gotta put them in the right order though… Is there a dewey system here to put the books in the right place, I hope so!


 No.2501

>>2424

Testing testing 123




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