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Krak hears the whine of incomming artillary.
"Ah good, seems like our boys are bringin dah heat on dah baddies"
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"Sucking Chaos cock most likely. Here, you're dah gunner, and I'll load. Werra gonna set dah hand bombs dere anna dah firearms dere. Once we shoot, dell be comin fo us. We'll need to give da humans time to escape."
"FOOLS!! Watter dey thinkin?!" Krak hands the Binoculars to Boom and spits a wad of chew. "Well, now, canna have em be sucker punched can we?" he smiles at Boom. He starts to get the Panzerfaust ready.
Krak tries to climb the ladder...pick in hand .....ummmm
"BLEEDING SOD!" Krak yells as he grabs the canister and attempts to make things right. -10 for the chaos.... Nope Again the smoking toxic canister hits the top of the ladder only to bounce off of the cieling/roof and land amoung you. Coughing, vomiting and cries of dismay immediately ensue. "WHAT YA WAITIN FO!!!????? GET UP DA BLEEDIN LADDER!!!!"
Spitting a wad of Dwarven snuff into the water, Krak lowers the bazooka and wipers his chin. "Right slimy bastad, hope ya rot!"
Krak pulls from the dingy a large tube of iron and brass. With a grunt he hefts the heavy device onto his shoulder. He has one hand on a handle with a trigger and with the other he opens a reticle that he puts up to his eye. "FIRE IN DA HOLE!!!!" SWWOOOSSHH!!!!! Fire and smoke erupts from both ends of the tube. From the front a rocket screeches towards its target trailing smoke. There is a sickening sound as the rocket buries itself into the creatures torso. SPLOOSH then exits opposite its entrance BOOOOMMM!!!! Blood, fire and flesh EXPLODE from the rear of Octopussy
"RIGHT!" "I Dunna kare what for dis or for dat, Dah ding gotta DIE!" Regaining his composure, Krak wades to the Dingy and begins to fumble inside.
Agil check: vs 19 "ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH" Krak recoils in disgust, shock and pain Agil check in hopes he doesnt lose his footing: SPLASH! Krak slips on the slimy ground and disappears beneath the water. Octopussy attack: 2 successes
Krak attack (-2:prone and blinded) 3 successes!!
Krak save: -10% As suddenly as Krak goes under the water, he is pull back out of it...a tentacle wrapped around his chest. Then he is airborne as the tentacle flings him into the air! "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Toughness save to hold on to his weapon and not take further damage:
Krak slams into the tunnel wall and slides back down into the water. A moment later he stands up and shakes his head. "RIGHT! DATS ONE TOUGH BASTARD!"
That freezes Krak in his tracks "RIGHT!!" Furrowing his brow, Krak turns back to the scene of mayhem and spits a wad of chewed "Dwavern snuff" into the water. Tightening his grip on his pick.... "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..." Krak wades into combat (+1 4 2 hnded) 4 successes Octopussy defense 2 successes Octo attack: 2 successes Krak defense: (+1 lethr) 5 successes Krak wades into battle like a dwarven Ironclad! Ducking and weaving between tentacles his skill is not without reprocussions as tentacles that were meant for him slam red-shirted soldiers to and fro like weightless sacks to crash and splash amoung the tunnel. "GARAK ME THOK DERRAGK!!!!!" KRak yells as he brings down his mining pick into the creature's eye just as it turns to face him.
"DAMN YER HIDE!!! WELL NEVAH GET OET OAF DIS WIEOUH IT!!"
Krak's eyes go wide and instinctively he reaches for the white fur wrapped tube in the dingy
"RIGHT!, now den, whoos gunna hold der wizard's skirt up?" "HARHARHARHARHARHAR"
Turning to see Boom and then turning to look at the captain...swaying and blinking "Right, wellnna nowe zeems like mah collueg will right take ya up on de offa. ON ONE CONDITION!!! We gat ah room anna tapped keg." The commander cocks his head as he hears an unsually loud braying donkey from outside. [b]"Annna clean stable anna fresh oats fo Donkay!"
Bleary eyed and swaying upon his chair, Krak squints at the commander from furrowed red eyebrows.... It has been NUMEROUS hours that he and Boom have been drinking in the Bloated dragon. Krak and Boom had "B-lined it" to the tavern nearly as soon as they were given directions. In fact it was a bit of a miracle that they were able to hold their patience through their initial debreifing and often answered questions testily and with much crossarmed toe-tapping. The Bloated Dragon was not a Wofenburg tavern of much note in the past, but recently it is a bustling place of commerce as the bartenders and wenches struggle to meet demands that continue long into the night and resume again only after a very quick few hours of "cleanup respite". Though the staff has tripled in size, they are all still overextended and worn from the long hours and the constant mechantile strife. Many of the more famous and more "elegant" taverns that once made several streets of Wolfenburg the talk of region are now either charred husks or foul living habitats for the fouls Chaos forces. Their once Empirical charm, fresh goods and warmth are now cold, forbidden and fouled. Now that the Bloated Dragon is literally one of the only taverns in town, it is packed with nearly every sort of city inhabitant save the noble classes. It is probably for the best as these are dangerous times and the noble sort would find no comfort amoung the mirade of Mercenaries, foriegners, soldiers, and commoners that come here to drown their day's hardships. It is in this place that Krak and Boom had made their way. Though short in stature, their broad forms and fueled determination to get served had kept them from being swallowed up by the constantly shifting bodies. A pick axe to a table and two VERY grim soot covered faces moments later secured them a seat. Though the beer was surely not up to Dawrven standards, it was certainly better than in many places in the empire as these hills and mountains were founded and still frequently travled by the Dwarven race. In fact in these regions and especially in Middenheim, Dwarves common and their crafts highly revered and coveted. "Right, well ya kinda found us for we ave had ah chance tah get propaly situated, ya yarbol. Werra justa getn stated anna now yer wanna I drop everatin anna work fo ya?" Ainna dat right Boom?"
"Right ya yarbole snork suckers, iffen ya no wats good fo ya, yer heer wat we ave tah say or yer yarbols may be inna sling for too long bleedin sods." Donkey looks to the "Raven" and blinks.
no successes for attack!!! Direction granade lands. If it lands outside: 2 hit but I ddnt get any successes...
FAIL! Agil test to move past Lutke. "MOVE OUT O DAH WAY YAH BLEEDIN SOD OR TURN AROUN ANNA FIGHT!!!" Krak yells as he tries to push past Lutke which is in turn trying to push past Krak.
vs WP success Donkey begins to buck, but not out of fear, but more out of understanding that the group needs to go foward...ESPECIALLY him! If you could read Donkey's thoughts (or even speak to him) you would learn that somehow this is not an average "dumb" creature. While he holds every trait of a typical Mule, it is perhaps his long association with Krak that has tought him function more closer to his biped teammates. Whatever the case, Donkey bucks and pushes his way foward attempting to get past Krak and Boom. AGIL SUCCESS! "HEHAAAAAWW!!!!!" "WHAT?! OK OK, I'll get out of yer way!!" exclaims Krak and he is pressed against the wall by a fast moving ton of flesh. INT success! Looking back at the ruckuss, Krak sees the entrance of the tunnel being assaulted by Kurgen! "RIGHT!!" Seem like dey found us soona dan Ah expected!" "Well den, time tah givem a taste of de ol..."Leave us alone" Krak says as his lights one of his round iron balls with a whick in it... SSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT.....
"Cummon Donkay. Gonna be good tah be back inna a proper tunnel." Krak secures gear onto Donkey, Slings a large pack, grabs up his Pick and he and Doneky follow Boom inside.
"Donkay,hand me der 9splitter. Danks. I need the 7gauge wire...no, no SEVEN GAUGE yer daft pony!" "SNORT!!! SNUFFLE...HURMPH!!!" Donkey and Krak continue working on the door
vs. Academic know. Engineering 38. success. Looking about the rock face.... "Right! Ere it is." After running his hands al;ong the rock, Krak stops at a spot and hen hits it with the heel of his fist. A slab of rock big enough to allow a horse slide back into darkness. "Boom, grab the mini-powder keg offer Donkay anna bring it ere alung wit der deto wire...." "Now den Lutke, werra gonna fix it soz if sumone finds dah passage anna opens it, we send 'em to dare Chaos gods missin a limb o two anna we seal der passage, right enough? Gud, nows den oabout ya rig sum sotta trip mechanism?"
"Right, well, we do have a wee keg dat we canna use, but it no gonna blow der face off der mountain o anyting. *chuckle*, but yeh can have at it laddie anna seee waht yer canna doo." +10% for engineering? 1 success vs intelligence as Krak looks about the rock face. "Well noowe, seems deyve dun a gonnaenough job wit dis wun ere. Looks like Dwarf workmanship for shure.." Krak sounds impressed as he looks for a secret entrance.
"Kumon Donkay, lets get down dere befoe mo Kurgen show up" With that Krak and Donkey rapid make their way down the hill
"RIGHT, dis well shak'em up..." Krak counters as he sets light with a small hand-held flint striker to a wick that ends in a small iron ball which he procures from his belt pouch. 2 succeses. Krak throws the handheld sparkling iron ball into the midest of Kurgen even as the headless shaman is toppling, spraying blood as the lifeless corpse falls BOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1 success There is an eruption of dirt, blood and pieces of flesh as the Dwarven "grande" explodes in the Kurgen's midsts
"EHY lietle one....Wera needing tah take it ah bit moh easily. We canna just go downder anna say "EHLOOOOOO" canna wee?" Krak speaks to Caspar and then turns to the wizard "Werra gonna need what we called inda tunnels...eh machin oda"
"Ah got most o dah supplies ready anna waitn." "Bah dah wagon is gunna take sum time iffin we want ter use it, but it might bring mo attention to us dan we want" "HEEHAAW""SNUFFLE!" "Anna Donaky is sicka pullin it...lazy sod" "HEEEEEEHAAAAAWWWW!!!" "ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! I dunna wanna pull it either, but I pulled mah fair share o carts in da mines back home!" "HEERRRUUUMMPH!!" Donkey rolls his eyes
"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
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.
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.
: 2 succeses Krak swings his pick alongside Boom.
Krak looks madly about after finishing his opponent and sees a very wounded Boom desperately fighting off the Kurgen beast with a dagger! NAH YA DONT YA RIGHT BASTARD!! charging the Kurgen, Krak swings his pick 1 success but the creature is fast 1 success and leaps out of the way and then just as quick...leaps at Krak 6 SUCCESSES!!! 4 success, thankfully Krak is made of sturdier stuff and his leather apron serves him will. Still he takes 2 wounds as the Kurgens claws rake his exposed neck.
: 5t +1 leather apron. 5 successes! Krak easily blocks the Kurgen with his pick and bring down the business end once more..
"DOOOOOOONNNNNNNKKKKKKKAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!" Screams Krak as he swings madly at the rushing mutant Kurgan.
1 success. Krak's pick buries itself in the Kurgen's neck. A dark stream of blood arcs into the sky as Krak pulls the pick out.
Dwarves are not known for their speed, but luckily for Krak the hafling's wild warning had alerted Krak that whatever was going on it was only moments away. It is all he can do...Arms flung out wide he launches himself into the snow alonside the road.
Krak leaves down from the wagon holding his repaired miner's Pick in both hands. He steps in front of Donkey
Krak looks at the hafling with a cocked eyebrow "eerrrr, what? Master? Ya silly haflin, werra not inna kiln anna imma not inna position to be enne sote ofa master smith anna moment EN AYE?" But ya a right little ticker!" Tell ya wat, Ya clean de mess Red made anna I'll start a teachin ya a ting o two 'bout dis anna dat. Krak winks at you and lays a large calloused hand on your shoulder.
"RIGHT!" get yer rotty bottums a'bout anna get ter yer tendins! We'rra gonna get tah city anna drink inna proper pub!!" "Wacha say tah dat Donkay?!" "HURRRRMPPH SNORT SNUFFLE!!!" says Donkey as he shakes his head vigorously "NAH donna give meh dat! Ah know wer yah dinkin and inna not gonna happen dis time! Werra gonna make it proper dis time!" "HURRRMMMPH!!"Donkey rolls his eyes
Krak stops mid-laughter when Caspar sings and when done, there is a serene and proud smile across his face "Kemere lad. Well said. We're not through yet r we? We've got uss a mighty band anna no Kurgen rabble isn gonna stand up to it." With a slap on the back that almost bowls you over the pain is replaced by a tankard of ale slamming you in the chest.
Krak and Boom look at eachother and then back at the Norseman[/b] "I think its ok Boom. He dunna look like a Kurgen. He's too clean anna he's wrapped in chains. Anna never have I seen Red Steel among dem." [i]Krak looks up at the sky and scratches his beard "Come ta think o it, I havent seen Red Steel, just read about it. I need to take a look!" With that Krak jumps down from the wagon and purposefully strides towards the newcommer.
Krak furrows his eyebrows and stares menacingly at the northerner. "AY, we be havin some ale ifn yer friend, but cold steel anna fire ifn yer not"
Krak shakes his head vigorously and then looks up at each of you. "Wee best be gettin outselves to de fortress anna oot of deez woods. No tellin what mah happen again. Damn deh blasted chaos winds" Krak climbs up on the wagons and takes the reigns. Donkey shakes his head as vigorously and raises his snout "HEEEEEEHHHHHAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!!! SNORT!! SNUFFLE!!"
Krak blinks several times and stands up surveying the new landscape. He then hops down and walks towards Donkey
"HEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!" "Exactly mah thoughts!"
"Crackle, grind, crackle, squeak, crackle, squeak, grind....." The wheels on the wagon sound as they corss the frozen ground. Krak is silent as he peers upon the battlesite. His eyes are furrowed and moving slowly from left to right and back....his grip tight on the reighns. "SNUFFLE SNORT"...Donkey exclaims
"TING, TING, TING, TING""Scraaaaaatttttccchhhh.....scccrrrrraaaaaappppppeeee""TING, TING, TING, TING" "uuuuuuhhhhhhh..." thinks Krak as the throbbing in his head starts to take on the rhythmic metalwork coming from the back of the wagon. Donkey turns his head to look bad at Krak and if one looked closely they could almost see a sympathetic glance...as if to say "thanks buddy, sorry you're feeling so bad" meeting Donkey's gaze makes Krak feel a bit better and a struggled smile crosses his face "TING, TING, TING, TING""Scraaaaaatttttccchhhh.....scccrrrrraaaaaappppppeeee""TING, TING, TING, TING" "uuuuuuhhhhhhh..."
WP success!!
Krak rushes to Donkey and attempts to quickly untie the tethers. Nothing doing, it's going to take more time (or more agility) than Krak has at the moment. "BOOM, gunnah buy yah sum time boy yo!!! Set er up on der planks un dunna yah ferget ter load der damned ding!!!" "Donna ya worry Donkey, gonna by yer sum time pallio" Krak whispers to his friend/pet...
"ARRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHH" Krak turns and runs at the troll with his Pick Axe!!! : AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
flipping back the tarp, Krak, knows one thing on this cart....where the fragging Bazooka is...wrapped in its own white fur. . Agil. Failure...
The bitter cold bites deep as the group tends its wounded. As Krak reorganizes the supplies in the wagon, he pulls a tarp off of one of their kegs...."Dang his rotten teeth, I told Boom to label these. Now lessee, I believe I put the powder here and the water there....or was it the other way? And which one of these is the nitro and which the Ale keg?" "Bah, I do not have time for this, might as well go for the good stuff..."Old King's poison"". With that Krak reaches beneath the seat of the driver's side and pulls out a small personal keg marked with an elaborate characture of a Dwarf wearing a crown. His eyes are "x's" and his tongue hangs out the side of his mouth. Ontop of the picture are Dwarven runes. Krak looks at the keg whistfully and smiles. He shakes his head "ahhhh, gonna miss ya, ya ol' lout, but its times like dis dah warrent de likes of ye."
Without understanding a word Krak said, the boy looks up wild-eyed and shrugs his shoulders. "S-sure Herr Krak, and thank you."
Looking around Krak notices the wizard. Krak's eyes widen and his mouth slacks. He had not seen someone display that kind of authority and power since seeing Runelords in action against maurding Stormvermin in the southern mining tunnels of his clan
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