##claim Longsword

Dagger - Canassa
Long sword - Ahron
Short sword
Longbow - Ahron
Crossbow
Mace - Greaseface
Glave
Falchion
Scimitar - Randall
Rapier
Sickle
Mace
War hammer - Khanarak
Shield
Quarterstaff - Stargate
Spear
Whip
Sling
Wooden stool
Fists
None (hide) - Brian

Christian @ 5/2/2021 9:35

*Randall growls at Ahron* (one per person)

when did i claim crossbow

Watch your back Miltank

"This creature has tormented us for centuries and we have no hope :("

The people of FEntown had been crushed under the terror of the terrible monster for as far as they had lived. Many a hero had fallen trying to slay the beast. There was the ginger ninja Cultus, the silent but deadly Rosemarius and the wisest elder of the village Paulus. All had died a painful and horrible death. Hope seemed lost. And to make matters worse, the village idiot Verniculus wouldn't shut up everyday about surviving the wrath of the monster. Twice. Everday he would remind the village that he was a Two time survivor. It had reached the point where the villagers had agreed upon feeding Verniculus to the monster and finding a new place to live. But for so many of them, FEntown was the only home they knew. And then one fine day, a group of 3 brave souls walked in to the village.

Malus: Fear not FEntown, for we have traveled far and long to come to your aid. We will vanquish this creature for you!
Greaseface: (Trying to look innocent but failing because of his menacing face) We don't want anything in return but your hospitality :)
Ahron: (Clicking his toungue) I wouldn't say no to some free food. Even pointy here would like that (Gesturing to Greaseface)
Malus: (Summoning a powerful red aura around him) With me now, comrades! Now with me!

And so it was that the eclectic trio faced off against the most terrifying creature known to FEntown.



With a combination of Malus' mighty magical spells and Ahron's shrewd fighting instincts along with Greaseface providing indispensable support, the trio vanquished the monster with ease. Celebrations were held in FEntown like none before.

Shawnus: Thank you heros for doing what my brother couldn't do. You will be immortalized in our histories ... but what name do you go by?
Malus: Well I am Malus. This is Greaseface and that there is Ahron.
Shawnus: Yes but you are a unit. You need a name for all of you.
Malus: We hadn't considered that.

The village drunk spoke up

Wikus: Hows about we call 'em the beasty they just defeated? Sounds peachy to me!

Malus, Greaseface and Ahron looked at each other and shrugged

Shawnus: An excellent idea! Heretoforth you shall be known as ....

Spoiler	+
##team name: The Assblasters

(not an official pick just setting up the scene for @Stargate and @Penner)

Randall knocks over Tuuluuwaq's ale which causes a melee to break out in the Mellow Canary

Ahron: (looking at Malus and Greaseface) Heads up bois. This party is about to get started. I don't like the looks of Marybeth over there (gesturing towards Faerora) and he's certainly no Roger (glancing at Murder bunny). Might be best if we stick together and watch each other's six.

As Ahron waited for his mates to make a move, his mind wandered to the past ...



It was another mundane afternoon in the life of Anthony. He had finished his daily calls with shareholders and assuaged their fears for what felt like the 187th time this month. His sense of a void within him was stronger than ever. Noon struck and he walked out of his office, as he usually did and went down to the DARPA wing. It was the only place he felt a feeling of enthusiasm return during his whole day. Seeing Piper, the beautiful quick witted scientist do her work filled him with joy. Today was going to be the day that Piper tested out her prototype exoskeleton for her revolutionary AI. If this worked, Anthony and his company the Stonk Industries would enter into the new age of robotics. Anthony looked at Piper and she looked back with a big smile. And that was the last of what he remembered ...

Ahron woke up in the hut of the kind pilgrim Jennilus. As he regained cognizance he realized that he couldn't feel his own flesh. He looked around and tried to pinch himself thinking this was a dream. But instead of his skin he felt a hard metal on both his hand and his face. He turned to Jennilus and asked

"What's the check out time, Josie"

He thanked Jennilus for taking care of him when he was out cold. He realized he was smack dab in the middle of a cliched origin story. But he didn't care about getting his old life back. He had lost his humanity but finally found his moxie. He traveled from village to village in the deserts of Vegasland honing his fighting skills and occasionally helping out those in need. Villages with good taverns were his priority for even though he couldn't drink, watching the puzzled looks of all manners of creatures eyeing him while he wasted their ale gave him amusement. During one such visit, he stumbled upon a particularly odd duo - an old redskinned Wizard and a friendly looking Goblin. They seemed to have some financial problems. He walked up to them and gave them both a curt nod.

Ahron Mayne

He tossed a gold coin to the barkeep and gestured to the 2 to come join him in the corner



Ahron was whisked back into the present by a loud thud as Canassa rode(?) through the center of the bar

Ahron: (looking at Malus) Time to wake up Gandalf the red. Things are heating up!

Wow I sure am shocked