Yours Truly

This is why you make male characters, it isn't hard to find a portrait of a man in full plate, in fact I would say that you would be a bit spoiled for choice in that case.

Edmund took the opportunity to say in the most idealistic tone he could muster "Now imagine eating that after being out on a cold and rainy day, which you probably think means everyday in British, but anyway that, a pint of ale, and a fat stack of dosh that you honestly don't know what to use for, that is not my perfect evening, but it's a start.". He saw the woman from earlier with her giant stack of miscellaneous food, and wondered where in the hell would she even manage to find some space for booze in there. His mind pored over her mental image for a while in order to try and find out if she is some form of Viking culture revival seeking colonist, or just a continental. Either way he could see that she would look the part if she were wearing a lot more furs and of course leather...he didn't dwell on that image for long before attempting to say "I honestly prefer being sober, I don't like to dull my senses" with a straight face and not thinking about his father singing The Goblin song.

Mot pondered the question for a while before finally answering with "I want to create a new protective and hopefully not too restrictive layer to add to the armor I am wearing" he hit his chest with a fist, which made absolutely no sound whatsoever "And I think we should make some more anyway, just in case someone wanted to experiment on it".

Mot nodded in approval of the name as he slowly but surely carried the weapon off to his awaiting Motorcycle, and he gingerly placed it on top of a seemingly always present lance holder on it's right side. "Yes I know it's heavy Eddie, I know". He scratched his head as he approached the membrane still left on the anvil, and after putting on his trademark looks once more he brought it over to the researcher they had rescued earlier and plopped it down in front of.....the researcher. "Can you figure out a way to make more of this without having it be attached on something that wants to kill me, and can you think of a way to process this into something usable?".

Edmund had a rather smug little smile on his face as he realized that yes, his mind was not deceiving him; he was in fact talking to someone from the Colonies who was somehow not a noisome git. "So basically Lemon teas and peach teas? Well it could be worse, you could have preferred coffee over tea....I stick to the good old Earl Grey most of the time, it is fancy enough to say that I am not some ignorant....ahem but not to the point where they assume that I would want doilies with that". He didn't really have an opinion on her drink of choice, I mean what else could he say? It was orange juice, what was he supposed to take away from orange juice? That she appreciated a citrusy flavour? Edmund was not surprised when she started to dig into her food in the almost trademark spirited manner of the colonists, and well to be brutally honest he was only a tad bit offended by her question, but of course he knows a potential source of humor when he sees one. His face had a look of exaggerated outrage when he stood up to say in his best Indignant British Gentleman voice "Well I never! I have never heard a question so rude, so vulgar! I I I..." He immediately sat back down afterwards and relaxed his facial muscles before saying in a very matter of fact tone "Unfortunately yes for the most part, I mean before that hippie with the girly sounding first name started his cooking show our cuisine was the laughing stock of the world, but in the end of the day I still like Fish and Chips if they give you tartar sauce with it, and fish have a tendency to taste good with citrusy tastes so....why don't you judge for yourself?". Edmund slowly but surely cut off a piece of the fish and lightly dipped it into the tartar sauce accompanying it using a fork, he then offered the fork's handle to her, with the pointy bits of the fork aiming at him and his hands grasping the middle of the fork.

Solomon After successfully telling the laws of Magic and common sense to go sit down on a corner and think about what it has done, Solomon proceeds to sing a rather ancient and magical tune about Reading and Rainbows while raining down death and destruction on the few beasts cunning enough to get close to him, but not Intelligent enough to get the fuck away! Solomon uses Beware my Might! On Dragon's Tooth Beast X 10 A. Atton Atton noted how fragile the enemy soldiers were, and how annoying their beasts were when it came to attacking "Ignore the soldiers for now, they are nothing but cannon fodder! Now I want those warp spawned beasts dead, and I want it done yesterday!" And after shouting out those words he turned to the nearest wounded soldier to shout "Now get on your feet mag-woman? What....JUST GET UP YOU MAGGOTS! AND GO KILL SOME POOR DUMB BASTARDS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!.". After presumably taking another volley of arrows to his extraordinary well armored chest he would shout "Gargh-, Counter artillery fire will be appreciated, and stick together to prevent the enemy soldiers from surrounding you!". Atton uses Just a Flesh wound on both Solomon and Samantha to purge them from one ailment each, his flaw adds a 1 round cooldown to it.

I am wondering how many Lawful people we have in the group, don't want to accidentally end up being the one big blue boy scout in the street gang.

Friendly reminder that this is D&D where in combat healing is waste and out of combat healing is a problem we can solve with massive amounts of actually good in this edition healing potions, also forcing the bard to be a College of Knowledge one and take the good Cleric healing spells. Also @rustytengo have you considered Druids?

Solomon the wizard slowly considering getting a sense of responsibility and Atton the Commisar who justed wanted tea and crumpets joins the battle. Solomon Solomon gently floated down the battlefield before powering himself up using his standard brand of Eldritch magics. He didn't think it was time to say anything yet. Solomon uses Ahead by a single page to buff Solomon. Atton Atton landed rather roughly on the ground, and he spent a few moments hiding behind the heavier armed men and women to dust himself off. After sighting the rather large army of what could only be identified as demons charging towards his group, he immediately shouted "Thanks you for the information ma'am!" Before charging towards cover while firing blindly at the nearest group of demons. Atton uses Miraculous shot on Dragon Tooth Warrior x 10 A.

Work in progress character sheet, feel free to jab at it with +1 Military forks of character sheet judgement. And yes I am making a slightly cheesed out Baladin, I automatically try to make characters with as few weaknesses as possible sheet wise, although funnily enough I don't understand the 5e Traits, Ideals, and Flaws system....which is probably firing up warning signs in your head right now. And let's face it, I am going to be nominally Chaotic Neutral with Chaotic Good tendencies, which is a thing that I think means "A free spirit that does his best to follow his conscience but sometimes fails due to the nature of his job", and to anyone who will inevitably point out how the Oath of Ancients Paladin is a thing for NG to CG characters, I honestly just don't like their fluff. I am also a flip flopper, this character is now Lawful Neutral leaning towards Lawful Good, so if you think it will get you arrested and you are not doing it for a good reason (Not the alignment, as in an actually good reason to break the law), then my character is going to give you his "I'm not mad....just disappointed face", presumably while making a speech. You have been warned.

Not relevant to your characters The Following part does not involve shipping or blasphemous crafting and is thus boring. You have been warned... Solomon wandered the nobles quarters on his book throne, opening each and every unlocked door to try and find the room he had claimed earlier. He saw many boring things on his search for the bookish room that I will not describe here. He also saw a sleeping Ghost from afar, but he quickly decided against waking up the person murderous enough to want Molly style razorgirl claws and closed the door behind him as softly as possible. Relevant to your characters You might have seen some pretentious guy in gold everything sitting on a floating throne made out of books randomly open and close doors while shaking his head at it's contents, this is after that guy stared at a floating book for like....twenty minutes with an odd look on his face.

Mot didn't say anything at first as he approached the weapon, there was nothing to say, and when he picked the weapon up in his hands he felt the urge to say "May the Lord have mercy on our enemies".

Consider me signed up as well, probably going to be some form of fighter.

Upon seeing the Weapon finally come to fruition Mot could only stand with his mouth agape at what he has created, and he could only barely resist the urge to kneel before it. There was a tinge of hesitation in his voice, as if he was unsure if there was even a point in speaking, but after a while he finally said "Are you....sure? I do not think that I would be worthy of claiming such a weapon".

Mot nodded in assent to Mar's request, and he took off the white gloves on his hands. They shone with an eery light light as he set the gloves down. "I'll see what I can do to help".

For once in the entirety of this trip Mot took off his helmet and placed it down on a nearby table, revealing his receding hairline and commanding mustache for everyone to see "I want it to be as deadly as a fully armed and angry chapter of the Hells Angels motorcycle gang, to be as ridiculously dangerous as the idea of performing a high chair before doing a jump over a bus and performing a Christ while in the air before landing perfectly....in a Harley Davidson Road Glide Special. In short I want it to be the most dangerous thing you can potentially create, but of course not that dangerous to the wielder.".

Mot nodded politely at Mar's examination of the loot he brought with him. He acknowledged how hard it would be to utilize the membrane, and he decided to try and figure out a way to use it later. But Mot had a rather bright idea that definitely was not inspired by any Star Wars cartoons or anything "A lance! That would be the ticket actually, I basically ride an iron horse anyway, and he drives himself".

Mot spent a while wandering the rooms of the castle in search of a place where he could find a smithery or some form of scientist to turn the currently useless raw materials he had in to a refined weapon and possibly a reinforcement to the armor he is already wearing. Thankfully he made a right at the entry hall, and he eventually made his way into the barracks after entering a kitchen and the quarters he was in earlier. He would have stayed in the quarters to try and talk to the barbarian called Mar about the item, but rather unfortunately the man had already stepped out of the room to leave somewhere, and the entire place was too busy for his tastes. He put the membrane and the prongs on the anvil before asking to anyone who would listen "Is there any way to turn these lightning emitting leg like things and this extraordinarily tough...membrane into something more usable? I was thinking of a weapon for the legs, and maybe we could use the membrane to improve my armor's toughness?". He eventually noticed Mar's presence and successfully resisted the urge to facepalm as he turned to face Mar.

Mot nods at Bridgett before turning to face the assembled pile of loot in front of him, and he set off to claim a little piece of the action for himself. He used his prodigious strength to try and pry off the prong like lightning extruder whatchamacallits from the corpse. Before taking the membrane off of it somehow and claiming the small brick of weight reducing tech for himself. Mot takes the Personal G-Diffuser and Lightning Prongs, Tier 1 Level 45, Membrane, Tier 1 Level 78.

Mot drove on ahead, and attempted to stun the flying beast with a flying set of motorcycle wheels. Mot uses Hit and Run over on Gamma Metroid.

Mot had a determined look on his face as he continued to attack the rapidly moving creature. Mot uses Confidence Booster on the Gamma Metroid.

Mot sets up Ten Men Dead Before I could Blink on Morgan, and takes the free shot opportunity he had earlier.

Mot shrugged his no longer aching shoulders as he attacked the beast with a popped wheelie and a revolver shot. "Well that sort of hurt". Confidence Booster on the Alpha Metroid.

Upon sighting the terrible beast Mot did what he always does when facing off against a giant monstrosity and taunted it by firing some warning shots near it. Mot uses Showdown at High Noon on the Alpha Metroid.

Mot nodded in assent and followed her as best as he could on his motorcycle, pulling off an amazing repertoire of stunts to try and dodge every single obstacle in his way. "I don't know about you but I think as the proud owner of an extremely bullet proof set of clothing, that I should go out to inspect the source of the noise first".