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3 posts. Alias of GM Drachenfels.


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Let's see how the Wolfenburg Warriors fair. This will be a general indication of how the unnamed NPC's handle the collapse:

1d100 ⇒ 4 vs 50 (Fate +20%): EXCELLENT SUCCESS!

Howls of dismay fill the tunnel as men are blown this way and that, smashing into rafters or skidding at impossible angles into the waters below! And yet, fortune smiles and casualties appear to be minimal.


LACKEY: Oh, in that case then...

"Wait, he's over here! We found Corporal Gunterman. He's alive!"


The remaining Wolfenburg Warriors huddle nearby, checking their kit and trappings, sharpening swords and adjusting their helmets. In hushed whispers they seem to be working on their combat formations.

A young man who looks identical to the others with his chain tunic, red jersey, and an Imperial sallet, strides forward.

"Captain, we're ready! Show us that Hellcannon and we'll bring hell."

The others behind him let out a hushed cheer in response, eager to be free from their cramped quarters and within range of their objective.

"Aye, sir!" another nameless soldier speaks up, holding his sharpened blade in one hand and his explosive iron pigskin cradled in the other. "There ain't nothin' the enemy can toss at us that can slow us down!"

Another general murmur of approval ripples through the red shirted gang of snotballer soldiers.

Corporal Lackey Gunterman, Team Captain, looks on with pride.