Head: Hood Body: Cloak Legs: Pants Feet: Leather Boots Right Hand: Tall Stick Left Hand: Nothing ====================
You proceed down the torch lit pathway cautiously as not to disturb anything that may lay in wait. After a while you start to hear a voice coming from all around. It is quietly humming a slow song that is eerily disturbing...
Head: Leather Helmet Body: Thick Leather Chest plate Legs: Leather Leggings Feet: Leather Boots Right Hand: Iron Short sword Left Hand: Small Shield ===========================
I dodge the box, knowing my eye won't help I try to use my ears and hope he makes a sound.
Strength: 3 Willpower: 4 Knowledge: 3 Agility: 8 Endurance: 4 ============== Money: 50 ShadowBend: 30% (an ability you can use every time it reaches 100%) ================ Armor/Weapons
Head: Hood Body: Cloak Legs: Torn Pants Feet: Leather Boots Right Hand: Dagger Left Hand: Dagger ====================
"I warned him to shut up. anyway, can one of you kind fellows give me the pass he had?"
Head: Hood Body: Cloak Legs: Pants Feet: Leather Boots Right Hand: Tall Stick Left Hand: Nothing ====================
You continue down the corridor listening to the melody as it gently pours out of the hallway like a river of relaxation. Slowly however, the tune turns more and more sour until it sounds more like a curse than a song. Suddenly the walls start to shake and the voice grows more hostile than ever sounding more like a witch or monster than a human.
Head: Leather Helmet Body: Thick Leather Chest plate Legs: Leather Leggings Feet: Leather Boots Right Hand: Iron Short sword Left Hand: Small Shield ===========================
You jump to the left, dodging the box by an inch and then focus all of your energy and focus on listening for the slightest sound. For a while, nothing is heard and then suddenly, a slight creak is heard to your right...
Strength: 3 Willpower: 4 Knowledge: 3 Agility: 8 Endurance: 4 ============== Money: 50 ShadowBend: 30% (an ability you can use every time it reaches 100%) ================ Armor/Weapons
Head: Hood Body: Cloak Legs: Torn Pants Feet: Leather Boots Right Hand: Dagger Left Hand: Dagger ====================
One of the bigger thugs looks over at you and tosses you something small and rectangular with a chrome tint. It looks like what you would assume a pass would look like but you have never seen one before...
Name: Gannon (I'm really bad at coming up with names) Age: 25 (Can I actually be over 100 years old, because of some weird magic thingy?) Hp (OVER 9000!) Hunger (UNDER 9000!) =========== Basic Stats
Strength: 6 Willpower: 3 Knowledge: 4 Agility: 2 Endurance: 5 =============== Money: Power: (you'll find out what this does eventually > =============== Armor/Weapons
Head: Nothing Body: Worn Chestplate Legs: Worn Leggings Feet: Worn Boots Right hand: Short sword Left hand: Nothing =====================
You ignore the shadow and continue talking with your friend. The next morning you travel to the barracks like usual and start chatting with your soldier buddies. They are all talking about a raid on the lords house that occurred late last night. One of your soldier friends is assigned to the investigations and he wants you to come along and help him.....
kk, im guessing you mean c, correct me if i am wrong...
You are a freelance warrior who is currently taking residence in the mountain town of yalto. You are only passing by and have no more residence than a shady old inn and a bed made of straw and torn sheets, but this is more than you usually get on the road. You wish to one day become one of the most famous or infamous warriors in the land and have enough power and skill to do so...
Head: Steel Helm Body: Steel Chest plate Legs: Chain male Leggings Arms: Steel Arm guards Right Hand: N/A Left Hand: N/A ======================
You wake up with your head hurting and your vision blurry. "Oh great", you say to yourself. "I must have been drinking again". You get up and reach for your spear and shield. Your hand comes up empty. You search around the room frantically and you can find your essential gear nowhere. Your armor is right where you left it but unfortunately that will do you no good without some kind of offense. You realize that you cannot leave your town without them as they are gifts from your dead best friend and you must find them.
Head: Steel Helm Body: Steel Chest plate Legs: Chain male Leggings Arms: Steel Arm guards Right Hand: N/A Left Hand: N/A =======================
You search around systematically through the town and still come up with nothing. Right when you begin to panic, you see someone run out of the town gates and into the woods. He appeared to be holding your missing gear but you couldn't be sure. Just chasing someone might not be the best way to make friends and stay inconspicuous. Plus you are unarmed to deal with the situation...
Head: Steel Helm Body: Steel Chest plate Legs: Chain male Leggings Arms: Steel Arm guards Right Hand: N/A Left Hand: N/A =======================
You don't have any friends as you are just passing through the town, and as for drugs, the town doesn't have anything except the local bar which doesn't really count...
Head: Steel Helm Body: Steel Chest plate Legs: Chain male Leggings Arms: Steel Arm guards Right Hand: N/A Left Hand: N/A
you leave the town with haste and chase after the man. When you reach him, he he turns around quickly and impales you in the shoulder with your own spear. He then runs off in another direction until you can no longer see him... (you are bleeding and losing 5 hp per turn until you are either being treated for wounds or 5 turns).
