While relaxing in your favorite tavern you heard people talking very concerned about the events unfolding in Brandonsford. A dragon has been attacking innocent people; the town is afraid, very afraid. Being the hardened adventurers that you are you understand that a dragon mean gold, and lots of it, either from the dragon's hoard or from scared townsfolk repaying you.

This will be where a play by post version of The Black Wyrm of Brandonsford by Chance Dudinack. You will have the next four hours after the posting of this thread to make a character for your osr game of choice (it can be anything, I mean anything), introduce them, and post their stats below. Once the time is up play will begin. Best of luck.

Sybil Swinney - Level 1 Thief (OSE)

Sybil thought she could finally turn things around. After apprenticing in the Cooper's Guild for 10 years she applied for journeyman status. She was rejected immediately, on the grounds that during her apprenticeship (8 years longer than average, by the way) she spent more time daydreaming than actually making barrels. That night she broke into the Master Cooper's house, grabbed herself enough gold to kit herself out with a thieving essentials, and went back to her old ways. Now she travels to Brandonsford, to make up for lost time.

Stats:   Str 11;   Int 5;   Wis 10;   Dex 15;   Con 6;   Cha 6

Saves: Death 13;   Wands 14;   Paralysis 13;   Breath 16;   Spells 15

Abilities: Backstab and Thief Skills

HP: 1    AC: 13

Inventory:

Crossbow, Bolts (30), Dagger

Leather Armor

Belt Pouch [Thieves tools, candles, waterskin]

Backpack [Crowbar, Rope, Sack, Stakes and Mallet]

Roy conned his way on and off ships his whole life. He could sleep tangled in rigging and dream of peaches. But eventually a man has to get something more. So Roy went to the hard dirt in search of treasure. First stop: Brandonsford.

Name: Roy O’Leary
Level: 1
Class: Fighter
Background: Shipwright
Appearance: sinewy
Personality: persuasive, rude

Strength: 17 | +2
Dexterity: 11
Constitution: 6 | -1
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 11
Charisma: 7 | -1

HP: 7
AC: 6
THAC0 (melee): 17
THAC0 (ranged): 19
MOVEMENT: 90’ (30’)
XP: 0

SPECIAL ABILITIES: Proficient with all armor, weapons, and shields.

EQUIPMENT: backpack, gambeson, gold pieces (15), hand axe, lantern (with 2 oil flasks), large sack, long bow (20 arrows), rations (7), rope (50’), shield, small sack, tinder box, wineskin

ENCUMBRANCE: 455 coins-weight

Smilin' Jim Rude - d20 Renown Cowpoke (In the Light of a Setting Sun: Tombstone Edition)

Jim Rude ain't no rube, but he sure ain't in Nebraska anymore. After a year on the Forsythe Ranch, he got plum lost in a blizzard on Christmas Day. Fearing what embarrassments lay before him at the bunkhouse once he found his way back, Jim trudged on into the night on his surly donkey, Buford. The snow eventually ceased, but Jim found himself in pitch black night with nothing to light his way. Suddenly, a faint glow appeared in the distance---Salvation! Now Jim Rude finds himself in a strange saloon, surrounded by even stranger strangers of a bizarre variety. They travel to some place called Brandonsford, a place plagued by a 'dragon'.

Stats: IRN 14; REF 18; WIT 11

Saves: Dodging  13, Physique  11, True Grit 12

Languages: English (Illiterate)

Luck: 54

Inventory: 

Revolver (Middling)

Saddle

Saddlebags

Mounts:

Buford (Donkey)  

dr webb (longshot city)
arachnomorph
biohacked mutation

skill 6
stamina 21
luck 12

powers & skills:
athletics 2
super strength 2
wall crawling 2
web spinning 2 (cost: 3 stamina)
web swinging 2
invisibility 2
genetics 2
etiquette-academia 1

inventory:
lab coat with lots of hidden pockets
multitool
flare gun

Trebbo Guff (26), Level 1 Lawful Veteran
HP 8/8, AC 9, XP 0/2000

Lost his family farm to flooding. Has nothing to his name else what’s on his person. Hoping to make enough money to help rebuild his village and retire.

STR 9, INT 13, WIS 14 (+1 vs. magic attacks), CON 11, DEX 4 (-2 missile, -2 A/C, -1 init.), CHA 8 (-1, reaction, 3 max ret., 6 morale)

RAY 12, WANDS 13, PARA. 14, BREATH 15, SPELLS 16

Armor: Leather, Helm; Weapons: Short Sword (1d6), Long Bow (1d6)

Equipment:
6 torches
backpack
tinder box
large sack
water/wine skin
1 week iron rations
50’ of rope
12 iron spikes & hammer
11 GP
quiver & 20 arrows

Babs slid back her hood, and let her tawny ears raise from beneath her cloak. Finally, something had her attention. She gave a grim nod to her compatriots, and stood to leave. Back to Brandonsford... back to Hell.

Babs Halibrand - Level 1 Barbaribunny (Black Pudding / Doomslakers)
Str 13 (+1)
Dex 11
Con 11
Int 10
Wis 9
Cha 11
Luck 3
3hp
AC 5 /3 

130gp:
Leather (AC -2
Large Shield (AC -2/-4)
8 Javelins (1d6 dmg, 2 per turn)
Backpack (Waterskin, 6 Torches, Hammer, 12 Iron Spikes)
50' Hemp Rope + Grappling Hook
Light Riding Horse w/ Saddlebags

Alrighty we have the eclectic crew gathered up.