Boom stabs wit his dagger. 2 successes , but it does nothing but scratch the Kurgen
: 2 succeses Krak swings his pick alongside Boom.
: but the this Kurgen is not only tough, but lighting quick as even as it swings at Gretta, it leaps back from Krak's pick.
6d100 ⇒ (33, 59, 56, 51, 81, 71) = 351: 4 succeses.
In an attempt to avoid the deadly claws of the Kurgan mutant, Njord throws himself headlong into the creature, bringing his massive shoulder up and into the chin of the beast!
vs 40 (T): Njord is fast, but not fast enough! As he closes ground in a rage filled attempt to circument the next wave of attacks, the Kurgan anticipates and slashes upwards with both it's blood stained claws. Blood rakes into the air as Njord flips backwards, landing hard on the ice packed snow!
vs 30 (T 40 - 10%): As Njord hits the snow, the last thing he sees is the ravenous Kurgan leering over him, all teeth and claws. With a labored gasp of breath, the Norseman reaches for his blade, just inches from his grasp. He can't reach it! Then, darkness...
Fel 42 Crying the command at the beast it looks bad, Mud dispares to himself just get it over with. EAT ME!!!!!
"HEHEHEHEHEEHE" With an amused look, the kurgen's face suddenly extends larger than humanly possible...its jaws extend abnormally and fangs sprout from its face as saliva drips..... 2 sucesses as it obeys your command and attempts to take a "CHUNK" out of you
Now focused on Krak, the Kurgen turns and attacks. 2 successes.
Krak ducks and brings his pick up ; 2 succeses.
1 successes! Having been wounded already from Boom]s pistol, ENTRAILS spills sloppily upon the road as Krak RIIIPPPS a gash along the Kurgen's stomach. It stands incredulous for a moment in disbelief as it realizes it is going to die and then topples backward..dead before it hits the ground.
Boom scurries to grab the blunderbuss and frantically attempts to reload. He leaves a bloody trail as he crawls across the snow and ice...
Gretta: looks about frantically..."W-w-where's Lutke?!!!"
...he is nowhere to be found. His crossbow lays discarded in the road unshot and forgotten. The only sign of his existence is a coil of wire and a trail of blood leading off of the side of the road.
There are 2 Kurgen left.
1 is attempting to take a BITE out of the hafling that dangles from its massive claw.
The other has just felled the mighty Norseman...sending him sprawling like a ragged puppet to lie forsaken and broken in the snow.....a useless sack of meat without consciousness.
With a savage expression of victory, it wheels about to glare at the wizard.
It is a hellish scene as its claws drip blood and are caked with flesh and it is back-lit by the fire that still consumes its back.
vs WP 48
The Kurgen backhands Caspar for the last time as Caspar rolls off the trail like a ragdoll. He'd given it his all but the Kurgen was no match for the bard and halfling. His last memory is the halfling crying "Eat Me" before black.
for location
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Caspar hits the rocks below hard with his right arm breaking the fall. It doesn't break but he might not be able to use it right away.
With a savage expression of victory, it wheels about to glare at the wizard.
Albrecht Baer is alive with flame. Seeing the Kurgen mutate and turn on him he allows no fear in his heart. In its place is only fire.
"Fires of U'zuuul!"
Failure!
As the flames fail to conjure Albrecht has a moment to think to himself... This may hurt.
Albrecht: 3 succeses as the Kurgen swings a fist at your face.
Stunned and bleeding, Njord tries to regain awareness:
vs 40 (T): Gasping for breath, Njord slumps back into the snow, his froaen hand reaching for the hilt of his blade...
vs 30 two successes!
Albrecht reels backwards as the Kurgen's fist smashes into his face. He draws his dagger and slashes back at the mutant man.
vs 40 no success!
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vs 25 failure appears little mud is at the -1 mark.
The beastal Kurgan lunges for the little halfling doing what monsters do best, taking a bite out of the good folk of the old world. As his teeth sink into the soft flesh of Mud he screams and flails wildly as his left arm is torn from its socket spraying a small spray of blood across the Kurgans face, it only appears to make him more eager to continue. He flips the morsel into the air and catches the limp Mud head first in his mouth, and turns to face his new enemy with dinner still protruding from his fang ridden grin. Muds little feet kicking to no avail. As the beast gobbles him down and continues to his next meal.
It's a dark world.
It's a dark world.
Albrecht:you take a wound. The Kurgen chuckes and swipes at you again 2successes.
With a growing bloodlust, Krak looks for his next opponent. He only is vaguely aware of the Haflings screams as the Kurgen devours Mud and swings his pick. 3 successes
1SUCCESS. Having been wounded the pick drives itself in the Kurgen's ribs shattered bone and imapling vital organs. With a gurgle the Kurgen falls to the snow dead...the hafling still halfway in his maw.
1 success Now reloaded and from a prone position, The blunderbuss craks loudly again and wings the Kurgen attacking Albrecht
3 successes The Kurgen does not even notice the superficial wound and keeps its attack on the wizard.
Albrecht is on the defensive. The Kurgen raining blows down upon Albrecht as he sways left then right attempting to dodge thee massive fist and get to his feet.
vs 30... SO MUCH FAILURE!
Albrecht takes the hits brutally into his face. There is nothing to keep Albrecht up. Once again, Albrecht's world goes black.
vs 30 Failure Albrecht's world does in fact go quite black.
You all awake...unsure of how long you have been asleep, but after looking about a bit, you do see you are in a medium sized cave. A small fire is roaring and your other comrades are laying about wrapped in blankets or their bedrolls.
Gretta is by a pot over the fire stirring.
"Snuffle" Comes from Donkey who's head is wrapped in bandages looking as if he had just visited Araby and did not find it to his liking.
The wagon cannot be seen but a small pile of gear, and weapons is off to a corner.
Njord grumbles, badly wounded. He's alive, that much is certain from the pain, and someone has tended to his wounds.
"We kill many Kurgan?" Njord finally asks, his head pounding.
vs 40 (T): Feeling his strength return, Njord sits up and looks about the small cave. What else does he see?
It is snowing again outside, but not heavily. Krak is going through a pile of gear and weapons...seperating them in piles, wiping off some and wrapping others in furs and cloth.
"ughhhhh....."
Albrecht rolls onto his side.
"How is it possible? Njord I take it you saved us? Last I remember was a Kurgen driving my face into the dirt."
Albrechts blows his nose hard and shoots a wad of mud from his left nostril.
"I'm rather amazed we made it to tell the truth. And that was only six of them!?"
Njord groans and then finding strength leans on his elbow, staring across the flickering fire at Gretta.
"Woman, now perhaps time to ride you like horse?" Njord flirts, smiling broadly.
vs 21 (FEL -10%): Perhaps there's something about Njord's charm that finally melts the ice from Gretta's heart?
"Daemon Master," Njord bows his head, turning his gaze towards Albrecht. "I kill only one Kurgen sad to say. Ancestors not proud of this. In truth, not sure how we come to be here..."
Gretta smiles at you Njord..."perhaps it is better if you take it a bit easy first." With that, she brings over a bowl of stew.
Krak: "Was one of 'em left anna Gretta took care it right enough wit er fryin pan. Hehe."
"Boom anna I took all ya back ere to rest up."
Shrugging at Gretta's indifference, Njord leans back, sipping his soup. The Norseman marvels in silence at his good fortune to still be alive. It must have been luck, sheer blind stupid luck. The Old Gods he worships are uncaring ones and respect only strength and victory in battle.
"I admire skill with iron pan," Njord smiles, nodding his head at Gretta. "Women of Empire stronger than look..."
"I too am in admiration of your... frying pan. "
Albrecht remembers the vibe he got from Gretta back in the first assaults. He wonders if it was indeed a frying pan or actually magic that saved them.
"Krak, Boom, you did well bringing us here. But where is here exactly?"
"This is getting old and too fast!" Caspar says lieing on his back. He still favoring his right arm that broke his fall earlier. "What are we expecting to accomplish, really? A squad of Mutant Kurgens took us out! Nevermind the fancy frying pan-manship, We're in BIG trouble if we expect to fight our way in to Wolfenburg!" He begins to walk around slowly, playing a little too much in to his injuries. He limps as well as holds his shoulder, making it more of an act than actual pain. "Oh no! What happened to the halfman!?"
"Well naw. Nuh need tah get all paniky wee-man. Dat man der has got sum information for ya iffen ya want ta heer it." Krak jerks a thumb over at a man who looks like he is on the brink of death. He is wrapped in his Grey cloak and wearily looks over at you all as he coughs up some blood.
Gretta quickly moves over to him and trys to wipe the blood from his chin with her apron
Albrecht seeing Krak jerk his thumb notices the man for the first time.
"You, were you the rider? Nevermind that, what news from Wolfenburg? What's happening? Can anyone stop this man's bleeding!"
Albrecht knows the act would be futile. He's seen enough wounds like it. These Kurgen are a damned blight and the Empire has little chance it would seem.
"Krak.. Where's Boom?"
"Zeems dat ze magick does NICH NIEN for ze eyez. I'm right behind you Herr Albrecht! HEHHEHEH *SNORT* COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!"
Like most everyone else, Boom is in bandages most of which are about his torso. There is still caked blood in his hair and black soot on his face from discharging his firearms.
Caspar checks the back of the cave. Even at a weakened condition he won't forget the past too soon.
Search
Casually he strolls up to Gretta, still playing off being very hurt. "You know we never really finished our "conversation" the other night....But maybe I'm just a little too weak to be much for conversing tonight."
Fellowship
She gives him the cold shoulder as she continues going about her business.
To the newcomer he says, interrupting anything he might say to Albrecht. "How bad is Wolfenburg at the moment? Infested with Kurgens? Mutants? Giants? Giant Mutant Kurgens Trolls? Tell us sir!"
"cough, cough, cough" Sirs....cough...Wolfenburg is in great danger. Cough. The Kurgen appeared without warning. I mean...how cough, does a whole cough army just suddenly appear?! Captain Henzelbeck of the Wolfenburg Grey Wolves has been sending for cough help, but none has come cough cough. I was to ride for Kislev when I was cough attacked. You must either complete my mission or cough cough, return to Wolfenburg to alert them of what has happened to their messengers... cough cough cough....."
With that they yound wounded Grey Wolf messenger pulls out a scroll case from his tunic and hands it to Albrecht...
"....and yes.....Trolls...amoung other things. As if the Kurgen were not bad enough cough cough..."
Njord perks up at the mention of trolls. This challenge worthy of great ancestors! he thinks, excitement showing on his face.
vs 33 (INT): Perhaps if Njord really knew the danger Trolls posed to a motley band of adventurers such as this, he would be somewhat less excited to face them in battle...
"Ah Boom! Sorry, I didn't see you there. You look how I feel!"
"Trolls you say! Working with the Kurgen? You're sure of it?"
Albrecht opens the scroll case to read over its contents.
"How long are you out? Further, how far are we from Kislev? I'm not sure we could make it in time."
Albrecht attempts to use his astounding intelligence to find their distance from Kislev and a reasonable estimate of time for the journey.
vs 32 (Int)
Albrecht... Well, he was never very intelligent. That is to say he is a Bright Wizard, but not so much a bright one. His skill with the arcane is more out of an astounding Will, one that can bend the world as he wishes. But the books... They were so long... and dreadfully boring at times. Perhaps that is why in the end he settled with the Bright Order. Fire is a more instinctive type of magick.
It's strange, Gretta thinks, that living a life under such dire circumstances as these could feel comforting. And yet, somehow it does. These people, these brave and broken Gray Wolves, have become the closest thing to family Gretta has ever known.
After having prepared the evening meal, Gretta moves from slumped figure to slumped figure, tending wounds with her healers craft.
CASPAR: vs 36 (INT):
NJORD: vs 36 (INT):
ALBRECHT: vs 36 (INT):
KRAK: vs 36 (INT):
BOOM: vs 36 (INT):
WOUNDED STRANGER: vs 36 (INT):
In the end Gretta does amazing work, spreading soothing ointments over savage wounds, bandaging shattered fingers and broken limbs. And yet, something goes terribly wrong when she attends the wounded horseman...
Njord's eyes flicker open in amazement as he begins to stand, flexing his wounded arm with ease. Though it still hurts, the improvement is amazing.
"Hoi there, woman!" Njord calls across the fire, "You do good work. Njord thanks you and vows to ride you very soon!"
Gretta sighs, rolling her eyes, moving off to the next wounded Gray Wolf that needs her attention.