POOHEAD189

A Basket of Undead

Neil wasn't a huge fan of the cold. But he was a huge fan of the gold.

The trek up had not been too bad, by his estimation. He was glad he had chosen the doughty dwarf to accompany him. Dwarves were pretty consistently hardy and unflappable when it came to toil. Ironically, Neil felt they complained a lot when there was nothing to complain about, but remained silent during harsh tasks where others would do naught but complain. Which meant right now, Gorald Splitskinner was right at home.

Neil glanced northwards, spying the two windows. That seemed like his most likely entrance, unless he wanted to make a true entrance and call out for any monsters to come out. But he was not too keen on those sorts of theatrics, at the moment. Plus, for the former option, while he was a good climber, he needed to stick close to Splitskinner and neither of them had the proper tools. Even if he made it, the dwarf likely would not.

"Guess we'll head straight in," Neil told him, but as he moved forward, his intrepid curiosity got the better of him. He was very certain nothing was in there, as adventures would have picked it clean, but he wanted to check inside the broken northern tower very quickly with a once over look to see if anything new had crawled in there, or perhaps he could see something no others would. "Watch my back, Split," Neil told the Dwarf, and then lithely stepped past the mud and poked his head into the broken ruin of the tower, brow raised as he glanced around.

A Basket of Undead

Neil Edwards

Thief

"I only gamble on my life. It's less valuable than my gold."

Neil Edwards

4 / 4 HP || 12 AC

# / # XP||1 Lvl || N || 46 GP, 0 SP

STR: 16(+2) || DEX: 16(+2) || INT: 11(0) || WIS: 12(0) || CON: 12(0)|| CHA: 16(+2)

90' (30")

Saving Throws

Death and Poison: 13 || Magic Wands: 14 || Paralysis & Petrification: 13
Breath Attacks: 16|| Spells, Magic Rods, Magic Staves; 15
Wis Mod aka Save vs Magic:

Adventuring

Listen at Door: 2 in 6
Open Stuck Door: 4 in 6
Find Secret Door: 1 in 6
Find Room Trap: 1 in 6
Available Armour:
Available Weapons:

Skills & Languages

Languages:

• Common
• Alignment

Climb Surfaces: 87%
Find and Remove Traps 10%
Hide in Shadows 10%
Move Silently 20%
Open Locks 15%
Pick Pockets 20%

Skills:

• Backstab (+4 damage to unaware opponent)
• Skill 2

Arcane/Divine Spellcasting

Level 1:

# Casts Left

• Effect

  Spell Name 1

# Casts Left

• Effect

  Spell Name 2

Additional Info: Optional

Inventory

Equipped Items

• [120 // 40"] - Short Sword
• [120 // 40"] -Leather
• [120 // 40"] -Thieves tools
• [90 // 30"] - Garlic
• [90 // 30"] - 5.
• [60 // 20"] - 6.
• [60 // 20"] - 7.
• [30 // 10"] - 8.
• [30 // 10"] - 9.

Packed Items

• [120 // 40"] - rations (7 days)
• [120 // 40"] - Torches (6)
• [120 // 40"] - Waterskin
• [120 // 40"] - Crowbar
• [120 // 40"] - e5.
• [120 // 40"] - 1.
• [120 // 40"] - 2.
• [120 // 40"] - 3.
• [120 // 40"] - 4.
• [120 // 40"] - 5.
• [120 // 40"] - 6.
• [120 // 40"] - 7.
• [90 // 30"] - 8.
• [90 // 30"] - 9.
• [60 // 20"] - 10.
• [60 // 20"] - 11.
• [30 // 10"] - 12.
• [30 // 10"] - 13.

Unencumbered Items

Hello there!

Hello one and all! I just joined yesterday and enjoy being a Storyteller/DM and player. The genres I enjoy, but not limited to are: Fantasy, Horror, and Urban type works. My other hobbies include gaming, both tabletop and PC. Been a Fallout enjoyer for years. I also enjoy cooking and read mostly everyday.

I am sort of bad at these introduction posts, but I look forward to getting to know you and hopefully we'll RP together soon. ♥♥♥

@Isabel LaSainte

It's lovely to meet you!

Heroes of The Guard: A Warhammer 40K RP

Despite my frustration and anger, as soon as I saw the Commissar, it dissipated like mist. What was initially going to be a lecture and latrine duty became an incident that could lead to multiple instances of incarceration or worse. And, of course, when I saw Sel was shot, I rushed passed the Commissar and called for the medic. I likely did not endear myself to him, but I did not quite care at that moment.

Hours later, after myself and a few of the troopers had helped Sel get patched up, I escorted her to my office with the condition she do nothing strenuous for a fortnight. I sincerely hoped it was not going to be strenuous, as the Commissar was accompanying us, as was two other troopers, Kolcek and Pvt Boffin, alongside Morek, of course. I had walked there despite the Commissar's insistence to take me and the others aside to speak, as I wished for the home field advantage.

Once everyone was seated in my office, the Commissar, a fellow named Sobek, began speaking as I had expected. The political officers enjoy their own voice, and think shoving their weight around is the Emperor's Gift to the masses. To be honest, I almost faded out for a moment or two. He seemed to be reciting some edict from one of the endless manuals they have to memorize to laud over the rest of us. But thank the Emperor, I sobered up at just the right moment.

"...it is within my authority to see Corporal Lorica Seldon held and tried for conduct unbecoming a trooper of the astra militarum, and attempted murder."

"Why?" I asked, and the man blinked, clearly unused to being questioned, even by officers. I admit I had a deep-seated distaste for wanton authority, but more than that, I could tell from the numerous whispers I had been told over the past few hours that Sel was innocent. "She has served this unit with nothing but commendable loyalty since I came aboard."

"And she was placed under your care because of numerous infractions-" The Commissar rebuked, voice rising.

"She is serving her time as my liaison as ordered-" I began, but the Sobek cut me off.

"and continuing her unabashed contempt for command by brawling with another squadron and utilizing a live lasgun-"

"Did you not see the lasgun wound? Do you think she shot herself?" I retorted, almost smiling with incredulity at this ridiculousness. The accompanied men, and Sel, followed our back and forth silently.

Commissar Sobek scoffed, shaking his head as if I were a particularly stupid Ogryn. "Sentinel pilots are known for their...rambunctiousness, and I doubt she even knows the proper safety protocols of handling arms."

I paused, merely staring at the Commissar for a solid length of time before I cleared my throat. "I am afraid I think that is entirely baseless, Commissar. However, you are in your right to do what you will. However, I am in my right to make it very difficult for you, and throw myself in there with her if need be. This is not a road that serves the purpose of the Imperium, which means it is not a road you likely wish to tread."

The Commissar glared at me with a look I still think about today. It was quite a beautiful sight, as he looked so surprised and with such a lack of comprehension at my doggedness, he nearly gaped. I was so unintelligent, despite my bluff working, as I was so very close to being thrown onto the chopping block. I wondered if he would pull out his own laspistol and gun me down then and there. However, as he opened his mouth to rebuke me hotly, Kolcek spoke up.

"I did it, lieutenant!" He barked, and all eyes turned to him. He looked nervous, but kept his nerve by staring forward, focusing at the corner of the wall. "I withdrew my laspistol. Corporal Sel took it from me, but not before I accidentally shot her. She was just trying to keep me from killing someone. I was... I was disoriented, not thinking. I didn't know if the Langeroth men were going to hurt us more. It all happened so fast..."

The Commissar looked at Kolcek with a look of distaste, clearly unhappy with this confession. I knew what he wanted. He wanted someone to blame and stick on a pike, and it would keep the squad at maximum capacity to punish the trooper who was injured, rather than incarcerating a healthy man or woman and keeping them from active service. With all of Sel's marks of insubordination, it would have been easy to stick. He was no doubt going to visit the Langeroth regiment next and give them a similar once over, but that did not fill me with joy, either.

"The fact of the matter is, Commissar, my men were attacked in their bunks. If anything, they were acting in self defense. I can assure you by the name Caladwarden they were upstanding servants of the Emperor to a man." I glanced at Morek, who was chewing on another piece of jerky. Where the blazes was he getting those? "-and abhuman." I added to include him.

Commissar Solbek growled, and then turned on his heels. "I will return to speak on the sentencing of trooper Kolcek, if any is required." He said, and then strode down the corridor, leaving us to sit alone with one another for a few moments of awkward silence. As I would later come to expect, Private Boffin looked at me with wide eyes, mouth open, aghast. "Lieutenant, you were going to throw yourself in front of the lance for one of us!? You're an inspiration!"

Well, it had been more of a factor of my own ego, but if it worked for me...

A Basket of Undead

@Mae will post within a day or two, tops!

Blackguards!

Grimdark Aladdin

Amal Kalfir Mansur

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Name

Amal Kalfir Mansur

Race

Human

Gender

Male

Age

28

Appearance

Amal has sly face, a well cut chin, and the grin of a jackal. His body is lithe but strong, many long years spent laboring, climbing buildings, and fighting for his life has given him a rippling physique. His hair and eyes are the same dark coloring as most of his people, his skin a baked, golden brown. He has no wealth, and so he adorns what parts of his body he can in fake jewelry, though even that is few and far between. What jewelry he finds tends to be real, and it tends to be sold very quickly.

His garb is usually in pale, airy pants and a vest of either deep or loud colors, though he is partial to red and gold. His feet are as callused as a boxer's knuckles, so he rarely needs shoes, though he has some sandals when the need arises.

Personality

There has never been one so addicted to danger, which is strange because he also wants an incredibly comfortable life. Oddly enough, these extremes make him oddly easy going with life's misfortunes. He takes the good with the bad and finds the humor in most situations.

Amal is very likeable. Charming, quick witted, funny, and smart. He is also a cold blooded killer and a greedy opportunist, who really only restrains his knife from people he is paid to protect, when it benefits him, and women unless they threaten him.

Background

Amal Kalfir Mansur was born to a common woman. A woman with little means, a few too many romps with important men, or men she believed were important, which could be any man that owned more than one pair of clothing. Amal couuldn't guess who his father was. Perhaps it was the man responsible for his first memories, a bearded face with kind eyes, but he would never know. Amal had recollections of siblings. A crying girl, a wide eyed boy, the vague face of another boy who he used to play with in the street. All of that changed when he was seven, perhaps eight. He couldn't remember. His age mattered little to him at the time. All he remembered was the fact his mother sold him into servitude to pay her debts.

The man who bought him owned a brothel, and Amal served as the errand boy and servant to the guests. The girls treated him like a puppy and protected him from the angry patrons, until one day he ruined a guest's day two years after his service and was sold again, this time as a laborer for the Emir, breaking rocks for three years in the sweltering sun. He grew accustomed to the whip, but not the servitude. A teen is a teen, regardless of the shackles he endured. This rebellious nature came at an auspicious time, and ironically, it allowed him to escape through sheer bloody audacity. No one figured the easy going boy would murder one of the sleeping guards and lift his keys, but it was done. By the time they realized he was gone, there was naught a trace of him.

Amal fled the city on the next caravan, meeting an old peddlar who masqueraded as his uncle. He had Amal steal a few things from some of his rivals in the caravan, and by the time they had made it to their destination, the peddlar was a far richer man than when they had set out. Amal had eaten hearty, and he evidently had found a new career for himself. He spent the next year living on the streets, stealing what he needed to survive, but delivering the peddlar stolen merchandise to gain some extra coin, which he promptly spent on the fairer sex. Life in the brothel had purged him of how many men treated loose women as objects, and so he treated women as investments instead, until he began to lose quite a bit of money and decided to go the quick and easy approach of charming and splitting.

As for his career, he decided to make the lucrative decision to move up from pickpocketing to grave robbing and outright banditry, until he realized the risks were high and yet not too exciting except in a few notable exceptions, and so after a few years, he decided tomb diving was more his forte.

Unfortunately, in his latest foray into the depths, he had inadvertently awoken an ancient evil. A lich that swore to kill the noble house of Malistae. The lich eyed Amal contemptuously but allowed him to live, flying off to the city of Haiekk and terrorizing the inhabitants, nearly wiping out the noble house in its entirety before numerous paladins and mages brought it down. However, as it de-materialized, it spoke the name of the man that freed it.

Amal had taken to pilfering various goods and selling them, but before he could live fat and happy, he was attacked by bounty hunters. Amal had the largest bounty in the eastern sands, and for over a year he was pursued by the best of the best, slitting the throat of thirty hunters and killing a dozen sultan guards, fleeing into the kingdom of Vortigen before he was finally captured by a mob as he slept, and was brought to the maw for his exceptional skills...

Talents

• Acrobatic
• Strength
• Blade work
• Thieving

Flaws

• Greedy
• Violent
• Selfish
• Lustful

Equipment

• Scimitar
• Jambiyah Dagger
• Abs

Miscellaneous

Whatever

They nuked the poor guy

Yeah imma need specifics

Blackguards!

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Haha Abs is listed as one of the items let in with him. Like he can just remove them

@BunniesOfDoom

well technically if he lets himself go, his abs will be removed :P