Thus commences the first adventure in the saga of Caleb, Concat, Hal, Romwell and Rumbly!

You’ve reached Douglass City, a town not hardly large
enough to warrant being called a city. It’s a dusty, dry day,
and the air is blurred from heat rising off the dirt. The
town is little more than a single dusty street lined with
wooden buildings. There’s a small crowd gathering off to
the side of one of the buildings and a handful of rough,
armed men walking up and down the street.
Looks like trouble.

(Reply with a description of your character, why you've come here, and your character's next course of action. You've got 3 days for this.)

In reply to Archfey13 (msg # 1):

Romwell is an elf, (standing 7’9”) his back ramrod-straight with ebony skin and bright blue eyes. A set of half-moon glasses sits on his long nose, his silver and black peppered hair so thick that it simply stays wherever it’s molded, in this case it’s slicked back neatly and comes down to his earlobes. Wearing a two-piece button up shirt, tie, and silk vest along with dress pants, all with what look to be patch jobs of more flexible fabric about his shoulders and other joints; probably due to his considerable musculature either ripping the careful tailoring, or to prevent chafing.

He has come seeking a new perspective on life, looking to enrich his experiences before he is contained to his duties defined by his noble heritage.

With a backpack carried like a suitcase in one hand he smiles warmly and greets his companions officially for the first time with a posh British accent. “Romwell Alfrick Bradshaw, at your service! Pleased to make your acquaintance. Let us investigate this rabble!” And he will make for the commotion after introductions are completed.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:30, Mon 02 Jan 2023.

In reply to Archfey13 (msg # 1):

Caleb is a Satyr, with a fairly average build. He has two horns which go up and then curl backwards. His left horn has a gold hoop through the end while his right horn has a silver one. He is wearing a thick, brown, wool vest over otherwise standard clothes - a white t-shirt and Khaki pants. He has a gun holstered on either hip, although the holster shapes make it very clear that the one on his right hip is no ordinary gun. Caleb is extremely quick, with a speed only matched by his tongue. He also prefers to avoid fighting (this means aggressive intimidation just as often as it does peaceful negotiation), but is still willing to get his hands dirty if he has to.

He has come here looking for adventure, and also to see if there are places where he might be able to help people who are struggling against oppressive nobles (or anyone powerful really) - he used to do the same at his home and has since decided to go further afield to find people to help.

"Well well well, looks like we got some excitement already! And just when I'd feared I might get bored!" Caleb remarks, seeing the crowd up ahead. After introductions are done, he sprints around the crowd to the side, so as to get a clear shot at the armed men, his hand resting on the gun holstered on his right hip. But he doesn't draw the weapon. Not yet.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:14, Tue 03 Jan 2023.

In reply to Archfey13 (msg # 1):

Rumbly is a human, bigger than average build and some tough fists, he woke up not too long ago, not too far down the street, he lives here in Douglass City as its the only city that doesn't prosecute him for tax evasion. he grabbed his backpack and duct taped his quad barrel shotgun to his hip as he lost his holster a couple of days ago. he joined this party of adventurers as he thinks the mayor is catching on to his misdeeds and wants a way to get out with free board.

"Im up, im up, whats the hubub, im here, what are we doin' today! oh my name? uhh yeah i'll get back to that" he joins the band still half asleep in his pajamas and just waits for the first  person to do something as he has yet to get the gist of the situation.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:45, Mon 02 Jan 2023.

In reply to Archfey13 (msg # 1):

Hal is a Simulacron, is 5'9", and would look like an average human, if not for the fact that he is made out of metal and has eyes letting off a strange yellow glow. He wears a large leather cloak, made in an attempt to hide most of his body, however the hood seems to no longer be there, leaving him to deal with the looks of distrust, however people seem to ask less questions here. He carries two guns on him, with a revolver on his hip and a giant gun of unknown design on his back attached by a sling.

He has come here in order to learn more about the world, as the nature of his creation has led to him not knowing how many things work, outside of a few exceptions that he learnt about in books.

"Its weird to meet anyone that's so welcoming, I'm Hal" he replies, his voice emulating a humans, however with mechanical imperfections. As soon as introductions finish, he heads towards the outer part of the crowd in order to see what's happening while trying to not draw too much attention.

In reply to Archfey13 (msg # 1):

Concat is a gnome. He is wearing faded blue overalls, with a pale green shirt underneath. He has a giant leather backpack on him, carrying much more than it looks like he should be able to support. Despite his small stature, he struts mightily as if he were to dominate any encounter he should face, whether it be a fight or a conversation. He carries two guns with him: a smaller, molten-orange gun that appears as though it had just been forged, even despite its age, and a rather large gun in one of his backpack pockets.

Concat has been working and fleeing many times throughout numerous cities. He has experienced the most claustrophobic corners of an airship, and the diverse social communities on the outside of cities. Through his experience he has learned not just the use of many machines, but also manipulative tactics to gain an edge wherever he needs. This is his next stop.

He is carefully assessing the situation before making any moves. He'll barely blend in with the crowd, so he decides to take some distance on the outside of the crowd.

Romwell approaches the bank, the others in tow. 4 masked men are outside. 2 patrol the front perimeter, rifles in hand. One stands at the top of the bank's steps with his hand on the revolver at his belt. Another sits slumped in a chair, hands resting on the two pistols in his lap. Heavy, thumping footsteps can occasionally be heard inside the bank.

"Don't go no further, old man," says the closest one, training his rifle on Romwell. "not unless you wanna be picking bullets outta your brain."

In reply to Archfey13 (msg # 7):
Romwell continues smiling warmly, but a subtle change occurs in his eyes. “Gentlemen. Surely there is a way to resolve any qualms you may have peacefully! Violence would inconvenience both of us. Why is it that you are threatening my life?” He slowly places his backpack on the ground, never taking his eyes off the gunman. I would like to see if I can determine their race and possible affiliations. What do I roll for my actions taken here?

In reply to Romwell (msg # 8):

(I made a cunning roll for you, result of 3)

All guards here are human. They have no distinguishing marks that would belie their allegiance with any group.

"The boss says nobody gets in or out of the bank. You'll back up now, that clear? Last chance."

The man in the chair stands up. He grabs his guns and holds them ready, cocking the hammers back in preparation to fire.