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The world around Herr Roteshemd comes crashing down! vs 50 (Fate +20%): SUCCESS! And yet, he'd always been a lucky man, escaping the clutches of Morr on more than one occasion. It would seem his cat like streak of good fortune continues. Glancing back as the world shatters, Herr Roteshemd watches as the tunnel consumes Private Aimes with a final horrific crash!
"Uuuuuuhhhh," Herr Roteshemd moans. "Are we alive? What the hell hit me?" Rolling over, the Wolfenburg Warrior stares skywards at the night sky, the haze of smoke and debris only now beginning to clear. "Huh?"
"We can't get up that ladder, it's a deathtrap!" Herr Roteshemd yells through the cuff of his sleeve. Another Wolfenburg Warrior crashes down the ladder, his head cloven in two. A wicked shout of laughter echoes from above. "Captain, maybe back down the tunnel? We can lower the dingy into the river and use it as our escape!"
"Son of a whore!" Herr Roteshemd howls in dismay as Njord's headless body crashes into him, knocking him from the iron ladder and onto the flagstones below. Blood sprays everywhere, pumping liters of red gore across the boots and sabatons of the gathered soldiers. Swords are drawn, orders are given, someone vomits. Chaos erupts as the trap is sprung! |
