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To be honest, I was more than happy to see Caspar lose a fate point. It's very rare that characters actually die in our group. Sure they get messed up, but they usually live. Also, that Captain was in combat earlier, no negates for any damage he took facing Caspar? I'd assume he'd been wounded atleast. This hasn't come up yet so I'm just curious.
Caspar WP
Undead Warrior Attack
Caspar Toughness Caspar has snapped the way many soldiers do in battle he doesn't care. He turns around and charges the nearest one. He sees only red. His swings are wild and untrained as he puts little regard for safety. He swings his arm so wild he loses his weapon and that's when the Undead Soldier strikes. The Soldier strikes are brutal opening Caspar up in the chest twice before lunging his sword deep into Caspar's chest.
Caspar Agility vs 39
Gretta frees herself and charges in blind rage at Caspar, her face slightly swollen on one side. Not being the first woman to charge Caspar in a fit of rage, Caspar knew exactly what to do. Planting his left foot, he used Gretta's momentum against herself. Grabbing hold of her he dropped her, and not lightly, on her back and pinned her there.
Caspar looks at the scene before him. Something in him tells him he shouldn't be here. He looks at the Dwarves rigging the stone with explosives. Lutke and Albrecht watch, calculating the weak points in the secret entrance. "I know I'm not military genius, or even a competent soldier for that matter, but you don't think they'd have a guard posted watching this entrance? Perhaps we could just knock? I mean, what are the chances of them leaving an entrance, even a secret one, ungaur-" Caspar is quickly interrupted as Krak hawks and spits at Caspar's feet. The two Dwarves share a hearty laugh and get back to their business. "All you need now do is to ride me like a horse." Caspar hears over his shoulder from Gretta to Njord. A chill runs down his spine, but only because after they embrace she approaches him. She tries to look her best even after she's been covered in blood. "And don't think I forgot about you either!" She said, running her hand down her hand down his chest and stopping at the crotch. Caspar saw something in her eyes he hadn't seen before. What he saw he couldn't describe, only that he knew it wasn't good. "Let the Norseman ride you into battle for all I care!" Caspar said as he removed her hand from his groin. He saw it flash again as she reached out again for him. A color he'd never seen before flashed in her iris. A thunderous clap broke everyone's attention from the secret door to Gretta and Caspar. Gretta sat up from laying on back, clutching her cheek. "I think you've overstayed your welcome here, don't you!?" Caspar screamed, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
The only problem I see is when he gets two dice and is actually able to unleash Tzeentch's Curse and all it's glory. If we make it so he only roll once to obliterate a foe it takes away that fear. Then again, if he rolls 5d100's he has all kinds of chances to roll doubles....
Caspar: vs 42
Gretta rushes to Njord planting a kiss right on his lips. "This really isn't my day is it?" Caspar says to nobody in particular.
Caspar stands in horror. His mind feeling like the Kurgen shaman's head at the moment. YOU STUPID DWARVES!!!! Caspar thinks to himself as he draws his weapon and charges a wounded scout. Hoping to channel his anger at the dwarves into his opponents chest, he attacks. Attack
Wounded Scout
"I merely suggest we use tactics to our Kurgen smashing, Njord. We haven't used it yet and it MIGHT just work!" Caspar says to Njord not pleased at all with the reckless northman's response.
Not so ghey, you kind of smashed my lute though. We'll see how this all plays out. And you know, that sounds like D&D if you ask me XD
"This might be the perfect time for one of Lutke's traps. We'd just have to lead them to it!" Caspar exclaimed, trying to convince even himself. The group's silence anc stares cut deep. "Or we could just do it the way we've been doing it. After all, we may get beaten up again and again but we still live." Caspar's arm still hurt from the previous fight ever so slightly. I'm sure one of these days I won't be so lucky! the thought alone worried Caspar. He was not a fighter and battle was not the way he earned a living. He felt he had to remind his companions this any chance he got.
Caspar tries too swallow hard but it seems to be stuck in his throat. The madness of battle sits before him. "They sure could've used reinforcements from Kislev!" Caspar does an about face and finds himself staring at Albrecht who is in turn looking at him. He realizes that Albrecht is not looking at him but past him, at the battle in progress. He looks around at his other companions and their speechless faces. Gretta still held on to Njords arm. Her grip tightened. He turned around again, and took in the scene below yet again. "Well Captain, I suggest we hurry if we're the reinforcements!" Sigmar save us all! Caspar thought as he began down the trail to Wolfenburg.
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."
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!"
"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!?"
I'd agree that combat takes a ton of time and posts to resolve here, but then where's the dark perilous adventure? It's tough, and I don't think reboots are worth mentioning at this point. It's still a strong story and this is a learning curve we'll get over.
I really don't see the problem, I thought going into this that we lead busy lives, work on different schedules, and even live on different continents so things WILL take longer and we're not going to post all the time. Ideally, yes post once a day but shit comes up or we forget. The moment it becomes a chore to post is when the game loses all fun. Let's just try and have fun instead of jumping to conclusions and worrying about the small stuff.
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
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.
Caspar continues "assualting" the Kurgen holding Mud in the air.
Seeing the Kurgen distracted Caspar tries to make short work of the Kurgen.
This has gotten more tiring than Caspar had imagined. His attacks are either to weak to break the mutant's hide or not strong enough to drop the Kurgen.
Courage comes over Caspar as he manages to draw blood on the Kurgen. What seemed like more devastating attacks turned out to be only scratches on the monstrocity. The Kurgen began chasing after the halfling, and as much as Caspar didn't like the halfling sometimes, Caspar desperately wanted to prove his worth as a soldier. He charged the distracted Kurgen.
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vs 49 (agi + 10)
Amidst the chaos, Caspar doesn't know where to go. His first thought is to hide underneath the wagon, but that awful halfling jumped under there first. He looked around for some kind of exit strategy and found only wasteland. It was too late, the horse barreled into Albrecht which in turn barreled into Caspar.
"Captain! It sounds like a rider approaches!" Caspar yells to Albrecht, slowing his pace slightly so the rest of the group can catch up to him.
Caspar walks along the wagon kicking stones as he walks. He's feeling much better after the mess he made earlier. He begins to feel out of place once more. He's never been a fighter and his usefulness among the group is apparent enough as they begin to make plans. If I can't fight, might as well keep a look out to warn those of my friends who can. Noticing he's in conflicted territory, Caspar scans the area as the rest of the group discusses strategies and battle plans.
Caspar looks in the jug then sniffs it. It appears to be to be the same drink from last night. He takes a swig. vs toughness. Caspar quickly vomits it back up. "I don't mean to be so rude, Njord, but I don't think I have the stomach for this. I'm sure it works great for tanning leather though!"
vs 31 int As Caspar walks by Njord and Gretta he really doesn't pay them any mind. He's not in the mood for anything she has to offer and if it weren't for Njord's grog his head would feel much better. His only thoughts were on his one true desire at the moment. Ale. He grabbed for a mug and, to Caspar's surprise, it had held up just about every metal pan, weapon, utensil, and maybe even a cannonball. Caspar shuddered as the metal objects fell out of the wagon on to every stone. His vision blurred and his ears rang like he'd been shot out of a cannon. He finally reached the keg, his true love. He filled the mug and tasted it's sweet, sweet nectar. He drained it quick and then another. He fell to his knee as if to swear fealty. His head spun but he was starting to feel better after all. Gretta and Njord continued to exchange words, only to be interrupted by Caspar. HHHHHHWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!! Caspar was now on both knees puking anything and everything he'd had in his stomach. The whole camp quickly turned their attention to the red headed bard. In between spurts of vomit, Caspar looked up and noticed everyone's attention was on him. "Oh! Don't mind me, just-----GGGGHHHHHWWWWWWWAAAAAAA!!!. Just a little sickness."
Yeah...I'd post as often as possible, but being on the otherside of the world is pretty tough. I check it at all times possible but it seems I'm either asleep or working and there's nothing I can do about that. I make posts and usually have to wait an hour at the least for a response.
Caspar woke to the sound of Gretta "packing" the wagon cart. Elves must not be percussionists he thinks to himself. As he got up, he realized must of slept on a pile of rocks. The night he HAD planned out ended with him sharing Gretta's bed. Unfortunately, Njord's drink must have been a little too strong for the singer as his head throbbed and he slowly remembered he hadn't intended to sleep on the rocks. Caspar left the tent and walking into Njord's "courting" of Gretta. If he hadn't been hungover he'd probably be laughing right now. The fact that it was seeming to work kind of stung him. For about a second. This wasn't the first time he'd had the brutish type swoop in for the girl, and it wouldn't be the last, especially when camp followers were involved. Camp follower or not, she's still Caspar thought to himself Perhaps I SHOULD STEP in. Caspar stumbled up to the cart, Njord, and Gretta. The camp still stood in silence as he approached. The two dwarves exchanged glances and grinned. It was about time the coward put on a REAL show! But Njord and Gretta wasn't Caspar's concern. No, the mead the dwarves had stored near the cart was far more tempting at this desperate hour.
"Another great meal! Now if only I could wash it down with some ale..." Caspar says. Looking at the dwarf and norseman laughing amongst themselves, he realizes his words aren't heard by them. "No? hmm....Well how about a little song!" Spoiler: Caspar begins to sing acapella, not quite in tune but none of his comrades would notice
Fear not for winds and rain so cold
Hurrah! For the Grey Wolves!
Fear not ye tired, hungry and beaten
Hurrah! For the Grey Wolves!
Caspar jumps at the site of Njord as well. Trying to keep what little composer he has. "Well, you seemed to be able bodied enough! If killing Kurgens is your thing there are more than enough where we're going!" Caspar says to the Northman and definitely someone to hide behind Caspar thinks to himself
Caspar finds himself in the snow once again. Even far more depressing in his mind is what he holds in his hands. His old, smashed lute rests in his hands. In pieces. He manages to keep his composer and drags himself to his feet. Dusting the snow off his cloak, a single tear freezes on it's way down his cheek.
Why can't our items be from the good gods? no wonder the Old World is so corrupted the Order Gods don't give a shit HAHA
Caspar awoke spooning his new Lute. He caressed the neck, plucking at it's strings. A perfect tune was produced from it's strings and he giggled quietly. He couldn't believe the craftsmanship, not to mention it was just given to him. It was painted a reddish orange complete with finish. "The Red" was etched into the base confirming it was his, despite his distaste for the nickname. It was very apparent that he had hardly noticed the change of scenery or the fact that Gretta had passed out beside him.
Oh I noticed that too. How could I forget THAT group? Also if you do win I'll have to thank you for the new instrument AND Drachenfels doesn't have to tie-in the halfling. Well played.
Albrecht's Fate:
Albrecht wanted to spit on the hag. What fool thinks they can use this to their benefit!Albrecht thought to himself. And then it saw him. He felt the stone gaze in to himself, trying to corrupt. The ground shifted beneath him and he felt to his knees. He began to choke, gasping for air. And then darkness.
Only Lutke witnessed the following events. Fire engulfed Albrecht, runes formed around him melting the ice. A pillar of flame shot in the sky burning the hag to ashes and charred the tree. When it was all said and done Albrecht lay naked in the snow, his skin smoking. Lutke called for the rest of the group as he tried to wake Albrecht. The eye of the raven drifts back to the charred tree. A knot in the tree throbs, like a human heart. Albrecht gains +5% to WP checks against chaos (not the talent) and 1d10 insanity
vs 31/2 = 15 Caspar walked around the camp aimlessly. This place was cursed for all he cared. He hadn't understood why they'd even bother to stop. There wasn't much anything of use here. The stew had frozen over, the cooks head inside the pot. Caspar picked a dagger out frozen soldier's ear. He looked the dagger over, a crude piece of metal with a hemp handle. The Kurgen's brought nor left anything of value. He threw the dagger and to his surprise it stuck itself in the corpse of a Kurgen. He strolled on out of the mess tent to the ominous sound of wood snapping underfoot. Caspar cursed under his breathe knowing exactly what was underneath his foot. Looking down, it was exactly as he thought. The neck to his lute lay broken, the strings were scattered around. The sight of it broken infuriated Caspar. He stomped on it some more. He had wanted always wanted a better one, in fact, he hated this one. He continued stomping, I'll get a better one than you he thought. He finally stopped looking at the now splinters of the neck and walked away a tear running down his cheek.
Caspar has always been one to entertain. Whether it be at his expense or otherwise, only you can be the judge. That was until he met Gretta who he believes to be an elf. Since this "realization" he's tried extra hard to come up with new songs to impress her with. vs 42 fel Unfortunately for the rest of the group, especially the dwarves, he's not very good. In fact, he pretty much uses the same structure for each song making every song sound the same.
Caspar returns from the rear or the cave, too dark for him to find anything of value. "So.....I thought we headed to the Temple of the Whit Dove?" He acts as though he's still hurt but it's clearly not the case anymore.
"Well then, I think we should all get back to what we were doing....I'll continue checking the back of the cave....." Caspar said rising to his feet. The fact that he was naked didn't bother him as much as one would think, no being cold and naked was far worse. His clothes were scattered about the cave. As he put them on he couldn't help but feel like the whole cave was laughing at him.
Run, as fast as you can, wench! Caspar thinks to himself looking back at Gretta as she speaks in what must OBVIOUSLY be elvish. Afterall, Caspar doesn't speak elvish, nor had he met an elf. Gretta had said something about not being truely honest about something. Obviously, that must be it! Caspar continued thinking till he realized he was falling through the air. Caspar hit the ground, a shadow appeared above him. As the troll approached Caspar, Caspar went into his famous "Full Prone Defensive Maneuver." Caspar lay naked in the fetal position well after he realized the troll was gone. His cowardice, like his manhood, was there for the whole group to see. "Caspar, grab hold of your woman, she seems to have fainted." Captain Albrecht said to him. Caspar instantly jumped to his feet. Forgetting his cloak and it's contents he ran to her aid. "Get her some water, a pillow would be nice too! She's the last of the Elves! Right after we were finished *ahem* and before the troll, she said there was something different about her. I'm sure that was it!" He proclaimed, he'd found an Elf! All the things he could learn from an Elf raced through his mind. It was the elves who'd given the Lute to man in the beginning and...and the room began to spin. Caspar saw the walls of the cave collapse as he passed out in excitement.
I think if driven in to a corner (like the war) he might as well go out fighting. Who knew a bard would be so dramatic. But stand him up against one foe and give him an exit and or someone to hide behind? You bet he's going to exit stage right! I thought it was funny, it reminded me of something one of McKeen's character's might have pulled...
So Draschenfels I like how even with the time difference, You and I are on the same schedule. Also why I don't take challenges too often cuz everyone else is asleep. Of course, while I'm at work you guys get all the good stuff going!
vs39 agi
vs 48 WP
Caspar sword in hand realizes there's only one thing he can do. He grabs his sword, grabs his boots, grabs his shirt all as fast he can possibly do it in. His cloak, he realizes, Gretta has his cloaked wrapped around her body. "I'm going to need that, standard issue and all. It's also very cold where I'm headed! And if you know what's good for you, you'll do the same." Before Gretta can react Caspar wrenches the cloak from her grip and bundles his gear inside it. "If you think I'll stand between a cave troll and his Red Wizard dinner, you're sorely mistaken. You'd do the same if you had any wits about you,"Caspar said to the astonished camp follower. In all fairness, Caspar didn't know what trolls ate. He just hoped it wasn't him. From there, he made his way to his fellow Gray Wolves, all equally as astonished at his nakedness. "A troll my brothers! Stay back Captain Albrecht, he might eat you first!"
The Tryst of Caspar and Gretta response: vs 39 agi
Caspar's response: Spoiler:
vs 38(48-10)
Caspar contemplates for a second, then another. "Sir Knight? Milady you must have some misconceptions of what I actually do here....but that's ok. If I must let my brother's take over watch while I warm the maidens bed that's just what I'll do!" Caspar finishes his song for what might be the hundredth time (it's been a long march to this point for everyone). "You know my brothers, I think it's time we change our name from the Grey Wolves. Certainly many fought and died to that name, but we have a new commander and new orders. Perhaps with all these new things we should have a new name and banner to rally under? And I know with my prowess I can surely change somethings around to make my song fit with any new name we come up with!" The 4 Grey Wolves' combined sighs makes the winds outside of the cave sound calm. "hmmmm, I thought we determined this cave had no other exits? Sounded like wind coming from that end," Caspar responded pointing towards his comrades but also toward the end of the cave.
HAHA well I did remember that Albrecht, Lawbrecht, and Chaos Albrecht were all among Jurgen's comrades. I think the last two were one in the same but it's still fun to imagine multiple Albrechts of multiple Old Worlds. Anyways, I'd like to see that campaign through still, that's all.
"Sir, you do realize you're naked and it's freezing cold? Who's this child you speak of?" vs 52 gossip
As Lutke approaches Caspar, lockpicking tools in hand, he seems to get louder "What? What ARE YOU DOING? NO! SHALLYA HAVE MERCY!!" and then silence. Whatever Lutke had done it had seems to have shut Caspar up for the time being. He walks in a state of bliss, almost smiling.
vs 31 int
"You know what would help keep us warm, my lute! It'd do better as a heater than it faired a parrying weapon! I could've played us a song or two to keep our minds off this CURSED COLD!" Caspar begins to angst more and more as the cold begins to get to him. "Why do the Gods curse us? Did we not stand against the might of Chaos?"
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