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[JimmySwill]

The Party...
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[Nitch]

Nitch 3rd Skill Level, Gnome

A: 13
E: 7
I: 10
P: 15
S: 8

HP: 13
Dodge: 13
MR: +0
PR: -1
DP: 5

Hammer: 1d4 + 1 (+1, +0)
Dagger: 1d4 (+1, +0)

Spells: 1st: 3, 2nd : 2

Disciplines: Backstab (C) I, Increased Accuracy I, Faith Magic Potential II, Language (?), Language (?), Literacy

Proficiencies: Ancient History II, Contacts: Thenzor Deep I, Healing I, Heraldry I, Local Knowledge I, Regional Knowledge: Myrinae I, Religious Knowledge: II, Rope Use I, Running: I, Seamanship I, Sleight-of-hand I, Swimming I, Stealth I, Trade Skill: Brewing I

Equipment: Hammer, dagger, cloak, clothes, copper Typhonic holy symbol, backpack (contains: pipe, tobacco, 1 apple, 1 torch, spyglass, tinderbox, chainmail babes calendar, Dose of The Chronic, Grabber(tm), bone saw, sub-twylos guild papers, small mirror, 10 sc, Gideon's small mirror, dagger with 'Sarah' on it, pouch of blue powder)

Nitch is a Gnome. He was once a Thainist priest, until a cart he was riding on toppled over into a ditch, pinned him under water, and drowned him. He now knows that Typhon is calling all of Twylos home. Nitch hates Gregory Vrill.

[Gregory Vrill]

Greg Vrill, 3rd level Human Magic-User and Former Guildmaster

ALIGNMENT LAWFUL GOOD

A: 11
E: 10
I: 17 (16 + ioun stone)
P: 8
S: 8

Health: 13/18
Dodge: 11
Mental Res: +1
Phys Res: +0

Hermetic Potential- Second Circle
Bonus 1st Circle Spell (total 5 1st Circle, 2 2nd Circle spells/day)
Magic Potency I
Silent Casting I
Literacy, Speak English, French, Goblin (automatic due to Int 16)
Health points +2
(5 skillpoints banked for 3rd Circle)

Arcane Knowledge III
Dweomercraft I
Heraldry I
Herbalism I
Magic Acuity II
Perception I
World Knowledge I


Stuff:
Wizard Spellbook (I: Fog, Friends, Ignore)
Grand Hag's Spellbook (I: Darkness, Force Bolt, Magic Vestment, Seal Portal; Water Walk; II: Might, Rust; III: Sleep)

Heavy Crossbow, Quiver of 29 Bolts
4 Red Gumballs
Dude's sword
Knife
Shield

Ioun Stone (+1 INT)
Healing potion (2)
Mana potion (2)
Darkvision potion
Potion of Protection from Undead
Potion of Protection from Heat/Cold
Potion of Extra-Planar Protection
Animal Form potion
Syringe of de-Sleepin
Ball of PreservaMist (100x100 ft, antidecay)
Magic ivory ball
5 wax PCs

Handkerchief
Lab coat
Key ring
Rock candy
Lollipop
Stasis jar for brains
Clothes, Cloak, Backpack (2 changes of clothes)
Lamp, two flasks of oil
Pouch, 6 gc, 87 sr, 1 cp, 1 bt, 12 rainbow gems



I was once a powerful Magic-User. That's right, a Magic-User in 1st edition. I had it all, and I was like 14th level. I was once head of a powerful Guild and stuff. Anyway, I was hanging out with these complete douchebags, when what do you know, I run out of spells in this tomb. Then this wight comes along and bitch slaps the hell out of me, 13 times. Yeah, just like that game Chutes and Ladders? I went all the way back to Level 1, it was terrible. Then a zombie killed me, because zombies are WAY TOO TOUGH. This was probably a long time ago. Anyway, here I am.
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[Moth]

I'm still here. Work is proceeding apace.

Greg, go ahead and get your equipment, and choose from one of these three spell books:

Book I
Friends
Fog
Ignore

Book II
Magic Vestment
Sense Magic
Thought Projection

Book III
Force Bolt
Water Walk
Seal Portal

I want to get at least one more person in on this. Are you there, Greyfaced? It's me, Moth.

I'll see if David, the guy who played Beatrix in my first Wayfarers game wants in.

....

I was going to call it Twylos: New Moon, but No Hope is pretty funny too. I mean, you're already dead, how much hope could you possibly have? I was even going to start it with star-warsy intro, but Swill beat me to it. Damn.

[Gregory Vrill]

Huh. Okay, I'll take Book I, Pat.

Friends, Fog, and Ignore. Check. Huh, Friends lasts for one day. Hey Mitch, wanna see a magic trick?

Just kidding. Can't waste that spellpoint on a hobbit.

Anyway, okay, I got 96 silvers.

...

Out of game, I'll head on over to the gang writin' up their Twylos adventures, see if they want in.
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[Salmonid]

Dutch, the Human “Priest” of Zhol

Level 3

AGI: 8
END: 14
INT: 11
PRS: 11
STR: 12

HP: 8/27
Dodge: 5
Impedance: -3
Absorbance: 1d3
Mental Res.: +6 (+7 vs. Magic)
Physical Res.: +2 (+3 vs. Magic)

Maul (1d6+2) +3 to hit,
1.5 attacks/round

Gear:
Shawl Collar Chainmail Cardigan
Chess Rook Amulet (+1 Phys. Res.) (Worn)
Clothes
Super Pointy Boots With Fur Trim and Ornamental Leather Laces
1 Gnome King Ring (Worn)
Backpack
- Tattered Blanket
- Battered Tankard
- Knife
- Lantern
- 1 pc, 5 gc, 275 sc, 77 cc, 20 bc
- 5 Zorfiac Stones (rubies) (50 sc each)
- Empty Potion Box
- Sister Jessica's Gold Ring (10 sc)
- Harmonica
- 6 Gnome Mech Hand Gems
- Scroll Case, containing Map to Valley of Lost Dreams
- 1 Small Precious Stone
- 1 Very Small Semi-Precious Stone
- 5 Pieces of Hard Candy
- Bag of Garlgold
- Bottles o' Snake
- Vincent's Sheet Music
- The Anticipations of Gayla
- A Lot of Black Robes

Slaver's Guild Silver Hip Flask, Initialed "H.T."
- Empty

Disciplines:
Increased Mental Res. II
Health Point III
Weapon Mastery (B) II
Increased Accuracy I
Multiple Attacks I
Literacy I
Language (?) I
Magic Resistance I
Resilience
Last Stand

Proficiencies:
Magic Acuity I
Running I
Intimidate I
Religious Knowledge I
Healing II
Artistic Ability I
Perception I
Engineering I
Disguise I
Search I

In his better days, Dutch was a traveling priest of Zhol. He would journey from town to town and preach incomprehensibly to anyone who would listen, sustaining himself primarily on a diet of cheap meat and ale. No one knew from where he had come, and few deigned to listen to his thickly-accented ravings.
Disheartened by his inability to inspire, Dutch threw himself into a new career - vanquishing evil wherever it lurked. Having learned of a foul infestation of undead in a series of local caverns, Dutch set off with trusty hammer to destroy the unholy abominations.
That evening, as he crested the final rocky hill to reach the cave mouth, he raised his maul to the heavens, gathering his courage and resolve for the task ahead. He was promptly struck by lightning, killing him instantly and spectacularly.

[greyfaced]

Greymarie Halifax

Age 17 Blue Eyes, Auburn Hair (dyed black), 5'8 140 lbs

HP 16 Dodge 7 Damage Reduction 1d2+1 MR +2 PR +0

AG - 8
End -12
Int -12
PR - 14
Str - 10

Armor Impedance -1

Longsword attack -1 to hit damage 1d8

Disciplines 1pt saved- Faith Magic Potential, Literacy, Language, Language, Native Tongue, Armor Use I, Savant Magic Acuity, extra Str point (4), Shield Use, Extra 1st Circle Spell.

Proficiency- Ancient History I, Religious Knowledge I, Arcane Knowledge I, World Knowledge I, Persuasion I, Magic Acuity I, Performance I, Lock Picking I, Perception I,

3 1st Circle Priest Spells per day.

Equipment- Ring Mail, Shield, Long Sword, Rake (picking rake), Picking Lever, screw driver, pliars, 3 feet of 12 gauge wire, dental pick, small trunk, back pack, satchel, boots, gloves, robin hood hat, an ok fragrance, soap, thainist prayer book, dog eared copy of the travails of Harlan Godfrey (knight of Aguirre), hard rations for a week, one silver royal. an ok outfit, cloak, hmm.....that should do, plus some cash... I guess. Oh, tent....jeesh. Stolen (acquired?) Aguirre Mark of station or whatever (commission papers?), Manual for June, majik fire sord +d6 hot.

[Brogg]

Brogg the Half-Breed, 3rd Skill Level, Half-orc

A: 12
E: 11
I: 8
P: 13
S: 12

HP: 17
Dodge: 11
MR: +0
PR: +1
Init: +0
Armor: 2
DP: 3

Spells: 2

Broadsword: 3/2: 1d6 + 1 (+2, +1)
Dagger: 1d4 (+1, +0)
Hand Cannon: 2d8 (+1, +0)

Disciplines: Faith Magic Potential (1st), Increased Accuracy (E) I, Language, Weapon Mastery (E) I, Improved Dodge, Multiple Attacks (E) I

Proficiencies: Healing II, Herbalism I, Local Knowledge: Grito I, Perception II, , Pilot: I, Rapping II, Regional Knowledge: The Known World I, Religious Knowledge I, Riding I, Swimming I, Tracking I

Equipment: Broadsword, cloak with too many zippers, clothes, black and white baseball hat with skull and pot leaf, cloak, Grisbane holy symbol, leather armor, shield, backpack (contains: flint and tinder, gold ring, 2 days food, bandages, Issue #33 of Half-hos, snuff box, pipe, dime bag, Jar of Rainbows, Dust of Disappearance, wineskin), Wand of Breakfast, Hand Cannon, 7 shots, 13 magic gumballs, Potion of Invisibility, 3 keys for Gayla cult, coin purse (7 sc, 10 cc)

Brogg is a Half-orc from Grito. He must have died or something.
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My Boss is a Half-Breed.

[Gregory Vrill]

Woke up to the soothing sound of pouring rain
The wind would whisper and I'd think of you
And all the tears you cried, that called Brogg's name
And when you needed me I came through

I paint a picture of adventures gone by
When Brogg went blind and you would make me see
I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes
So that I knew that you were there for me
Time after time you were there for me

Remember yesterday, walking hand in hand?
Brogg letters in the sand - I remember you
Through the sleepless nights, through every endless day
I wanna hear you say...

I remember you
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