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To steal a line from Hannibal "I love it when a plan falls apart" smoking my cigar with a big grin.
vs a crappy 10 = Fail really who would have thought. Following the dwarves out since this mission is a bust. Lackey thinks to himself "Bog squiddy, slannesh trap, blown to bits by own team, hmm lets go some wheres else this is a load of bantha poodoo".
and Lackey having rolled a "secret" 01 to perceive the two stocky figures is moving to their location. Just roleplaying not gonna roll for everything. Will jus sit back and enjoy the whine your pouring.
lackey hearing the incoming death from above tackles the 2 dwarves covering them with his massive body.
Missed the tackle, slamming into the dirt. Lackey instinctively covers and gets into a fetal position.
Awaiting the carnage to come.
After several minutes Grog moves to the crest of the crater looking for somewhere to hide, seeing the dwarves hiding in the debris a short distance away Lackey begins to serpentine to them using all avaliable cover pack on his back and Sverð Sigr in hand. Oi wittle one tis lookin like joo gonna be makin some noise, I gots some booms ere meself.
Stepping thru the rubble a look of anger on his mug, Lackey is pulling on a large spiked helmet of the snotballer. Lackey pulls a heavy pack off his back and begins to work inside of it lacing a tether thru several rings within. I'm senseing a big bada boom in da future be ready boys.
spending 200 exp 100 to go to Watchman and 100 for ws +
Not yet I'm ere still boss will be ere till lata me tinks.
Brushing the dust and blood and remains off of him, Dat vas loud der did ve win?!? I tink dat fellow had a bit of ard-on fer me tink. Not the first time joo know everyone loves me. He bellows a bit in laughter, then fetches up his mallet as well as the blood-red blade of his brother "Sverð Sigr ". He secures them both and prepares for whats to come. Now ve start da ard stuff.
GET TO THE CHOPPA!! Ulughulgh! Had to be done.
To hell wit dat I vill not flee, My brudder died here so may I.
Lackey begins his death chant working into a frenzy at his friends death. Lo, there do I see my father. 'Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning. They do call to me. They bid me take my place among them. In the halls of Valhalla. Where the brave...May live...forever.
Wishing his friend Ginger were with him, Lackey rips the Mallet from his back and begins to swing like a madman, his brother in arms dead at his feet he bellows dauði ok blóð "Death and Blood" he steps to the kurgan. Attack vs 35 0 successes Def vs 53 5 successes Old Kurgan Stats: 1. Att vs 38 1 success
2. Att vs 38 1 success
Don't know how many I casn face at once so here are two. Looking grim for the snotball god. Sure wish Ginger was here thinks Lackey, He could sure be of use in these cramped quarters.
failed instinctivly shushs Steinmann seeing his error quickly moves away from the fire place and prepares for war.
Lackey pushes the frail little wizard to the side, He said warriors not pasty little girl, hehe. Pulling a wickedly sharpend jagged blade made for close quarters. Lackey eyes Njord Ready brudder we vill taste blood soon Stepping past the other 2 men Lackey graps the ladder and quietly as possible moves up the ladder. Blade clenched in his teeth.
The wide-mouthed dwarven jug Lackey thinks to himself. Mmmmmmmnmmm Bog Squiddy stew Lackey mutters quietly. Lutke will enjoy such a treat when next we get a campfire we will enjoy this delicasy. Lackey wrings his hands in anticipation. Moving past Lutke he taps gently on the keg giving the little man a knowing glance and a hearty grin, Soon trapper soon. He dances a little jig in the tunnel glancing back at the jug a second time then breaking into laughter.
Anticipating the other side of the tunnel and his friends, Lackey prepares for whats to come.I hate dis damned tunnel by da gods we need to hurry.
Lackey steps forward helping Njord to his feet, and into the dingy. Rest friend I push you from here, I'ts a small world you know. Keep movink day may ave erd the rukus ve need to be ready for whats ahead.Lackey tosses Viktor's head into the dingy talking to it as he does. Joo may still be of some use Viktor my friend.
Stepping around the dingy hammer in hand Lackey, vs Ag 23 Epic Success. Lackey grabs Aimes and uses him as a body shield vs the spittle. Then tosses aside his shield and steps to the beast.
Lackey attack: vs 35 WS 2 successes
Hentipuss Att: vs 45 1 success
How it all unfolds??? Drachenfells let it roll. alot of 1's and 77's
Lackey pushes past the dingy grabbing 2 harpoons from the dingy, Trying to protecet his orafices from Hentipussy. "Red 32 red 32 hut hut. He hurls them at the beak of the beast centermass, Bs 28- no successes.
Lackey draws this longsword and prepare for next set of actions.
Lackey tucks the monster away, steps from the privy, After the man had left steps forward kisses the Lady Gravin on full on the mouth and departs.. vs fel 28. The lady says as he's leaving "You heard nothing", even if he wanted to listen he wouldn't he did respect her power. "Aye m'lady nuttin" Lackey muttered. Running past the man on the stairs not even thinking he was the fellow in the Lady's quarters 5 seconds earlier " Dang dey started wifout me" He barrels down the street stopping in his tent to gather gear and a small dingy he liberated weeks earlier. Catching up to the dwarves and Njord he loaded his gear and bombs in dingy, as well as the 2 dwarves. "Don't want choo to drown". He pushes the dingy with the DDS "Dwarvish Death Squad" into the tunnel.
English translation of my game post. 1. Together were the esir
2. Uprose Odin
3. Bloody he was
4. Then Odin rode
5. «What man is this,
6. ODIN:
7. VOLVA:
8. ODIN:
9. VOLVA:
10. ODIN:
11. VOLVA:
12. ODIN:
13. VOLVA:
14. VOLVA:
Lackey Grins down the the 2 Battletank dwarves, He always liked dwarves stout, tough, loud, carousing. He thinks just short versions of him whats not to like. "Aye Krak an Boom, Me and Njord an joo two we vill see blood tonight. Lackey quite excited to go to battle something he has not seen in quite a long time begins to revert to his past life of Norse son. and begins to chant a old Norse poem passed down by his father.
The poem:"Baldrs draumar"- ein-1. Sammen var de esir alle i råd, og de femas alle i konference, og de konsultert, den mektige guder, hvorfor Balder hadde undertrykkende drømmer.
Njords head turns to face Lackey, He knew he was a northman but not that he was from the tribes like himself and how could he know such words of the old lands. Njord appeared rather proud to be a northman this day. Lackey grimmaces a bit "Today is a guud day to die..... FOR THEM!!.
The raven peers across the the Mouth of Wolves, or as the Nords call the bridge "Munningen av ulv", You could see the two Chaos Lords in a face off having not moved for several hours testing each others steadfastness. On one side you have "Harrgroth, the Blooded One (Champion of Khorne)". Haargroth a goat herd from the Graeling tribe, proved his mettle in combat, and became a Chaos Lord devoted to Khorne, Leads chosen infantry of khorne.
Lackey steps from his tent dressed to kill, Literally weapons abound armor and bombs. This is war after all and he likes it ALOT. He surveys all that is a bustle in the nearby plaza men scurry like rats to and fro "busy busy little men" he mutters.Suddenely there is a mighty cacophony of explosions and screams the only words to escape the open gape of lackeys mouth," OOOooohhhhhh Fireworks!!!!". He sees the tower explode and giggles thinking stupid wizards. If they return in another life they might know steel is all you need, as he heafts his hammer.
As Harlens step from the Countess Whores residence he make a subtle motion to 2 of his more stealthy killers across the street to proceed with prior plans.
Lackeys speach to the men several days ago this is what was said that day. "Winning is not a sometime thing; it's an all the time thing. You don't win once in a while; you don't do things right once in a while; you do them right all the time. Winning is a habit. Unfortunately, so is losing. "There is no room for second place. There is only one place in my game, and that's first place. I have finished second twice in my time with the Punishers, and I don't ever want to finish second again. There is a second place bowl game, but it is a game for losers played by losers. It is and always has been an Imperial zeal to be first in anything we do, and to win, and to win, and to win. "Every time a snotball player goes to play his trade he's got to play from the ground up — from the soles of his feet right up to his head. Every inch of him has to play. Some guys play with their heads. That's O.K. You've got to be smart to be number one in any business. But more importantly, you've got to play with your heart, with every fiber of your body. If you're lucky enough to find a guy with a lot of head and a lot of heart, he's never going to come off the field second. "Running a snotball team is no different than running any other kind of organization — an army, a political party or a business. The principles are the same. The object is to win — to beat the other guy. Maybe that sounds hard or cruel. I don't think it is. "It is a reality of life that men are competitive and the most competitive games draw the most competitive men. That's why they are there — to compete. To know the rules and objectives when they get in the game. The object is to win fairly, squarely, by the rules — but to win. "And in truth, I've never known a man worth his salt who in the long run, deep down in his heart, didn't appreciate the grind, the discipline. There is something in good men that really yearns for discipline and the harsh reality of head to head combat. "I don't say these things because I believe in the "brute" nature of man or that men must be brutalized to be combative. I believe in Gods, and I believe in human decency. But I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle — victorious."
Albrecht notes as they pass into the archway, guarded by twin bird faced gargoyles. I see Tzeentch is in the house. Always watching his pawns. If you didnt notice it when you typed it, the taint has taken hold.
After formation Lackey approaches Njord, whom is fine tuning his ass-kicking skills on some unlucky other players. "Njord brudder I's gots a new jersey fer joo, tell dis wench ere what name joo want on it. She will put on dere, Make it good.' As lackey walks away he bolts in a dead sprint and spears some men just standing about joking upon standing he looks down at the wreckage. Joo all gota be ready all da time he leaves them in pain laughing heartily.
Raised Toughness to 53 with my advance
Morning sun peers thru the mist and dust of what was once Wolfenburg, The siege had been going on for what seeemed like a eternity. Lackey was given a task that in his eyes was below him, to train the rabble of Wolfenburg militia into a Snotball team. Who did Nulner think he was talking to, "Dat Nulner bloke wants me to train a load of fools to die tryn to kill a Hellcannon then if we live perhaps a team". Lackey grumbles to the newest and best snotball trainee Njord. Lackey not being one to complain all the time has taken it upon himself to liberate various goods for his needs over others.
Pushing past the Commander a wall of flesh, armor and Jersey "77". Well Njord you will do just fine, "On the defensive line wit da likes of joo brudder yous fight like poller baar grins the fellow mountain of a fellow Grog. Will be fun to crush these southern sissy men as he raises a eyebrow to the commander." Lackey pushes a numbered jersey into Njords chest "Joo looks like a 01 to me! Practice in 20 minutes be ready to crush wittle people."
Gabe call me sometime we can discuss Lackey a bit 480 334 7802
Lackey stumbles into camp ragged and bruised, walking ito tent after tent with a blank look on his face collecting various scraps of metal plate armor. As quickly and without notice he comes and goes almost with out notice with his pile of collected armor pieces back into the ruins of Wolfenburg.
The chaos champion is Alistar Crumbly, I know it.
Lackey begins to motivate the rabble he was given, But seeing the men be bins a stirring tirade.vs 28Fel The men seems very Gung-ho. But what happens after the speach is whats really intresting. Lackey had gone away from the camp to take care of personal business he dissapears.
Lackey has a idea whats ahead of him but really does Gm Drachenfells???
The Hellcannon is the latest addition to the forces of Chaos, finally giving this close combat army a chance to take down enemy units at a distance. Archon has built an army of these behemoths, his intention being to kill all who stand before him and to destroy the Empire. The Hellcannon may be taken by any mortal chaos army and as it creates such a great shift away from a traditional Chaos force a strategy to destroy it should be formed by all regular players. The Hellcannon The Hellcannon is the most expensive artillery piece in the game at 2.7 times the points value of an Imperial Great Cannon. The Hellcannon is undoubtedly the most powerful artillery piece known. If necessary and you have sufficient numbers you may wish to charge the Hellcannon in which case you should direct all attacks against the crew in an attempt to kill them, however if you intend to do this bare in mind the Hellcannon can’t be broken and if you fail to kill the crew it will quickly go against you. Being i have played WH fantasy and with my "Minotaur laden beasts of chaos" army face this once I didnt like it. Here are some game statistics for you.
Handguns:
Hochland long rifle:
Crossbow
Elven Longbow
From this we can see it will be hard to destroy the hell Cannon quickly enough to prevent the unit from being wiped out. (The above statistics are from 1 unit of average size except in the case of the Hochland.)
It should take 3 shots with a Great Cannon. This can be easily achieved within two turns of combined fire from any Empire gun line. In Summary The Hellcannon does mark a large shift in Chaos tactics and may radically alter games played against them, however you can easily take precautions to avoid some of the greater threats.
Tilia seems nice this time of year.....
Did I miss a post why is caspar leaving i looked cant see it anywhere?
Das boot???? what did he know about boats?
sorry off topic but you should check this guy out its pretty cool, http://www.youtube.com/user/JoergSprave#p/u/4/i240YgsA_rs
Lackey grabs the little messenger and shoves him under his legs, "Get yur ass movin lil man, and bring me back some ale."It dawns on Lackey Lucas called him corproal he grins broadly,"Me likes my premonition, never though I could get a premonition or whatever it's called.".
"Oi Lucas ohs dat up der in dur tunnel? Is it me Ginger??" Lackey barks from behind the squad. He was put in the rear so the shorties coud see whats in front of them. Lackey pushes farther into the tunnel I smell horses or 54 Altdorf Way he beckons.
I ain't no kicker, I be leavin dat to Ginger.
Lackey hearing the command of Lucas moves to the few undead barring the way they press to him and the squad, vs (WS)31 0 success
The undead shamble about like half manglers marionettes, Lackey sweeps his mallet into the the evil, vs (WS)35 2 success
roll WP vs 33 , Lackey sighs, "Ok coach weed better not be bein late fer da big game or I'm gunna be pissed and ya don't be wanten me pissed yous know." Lackey strikes a few poses with the pig in hand waiting for Lucas.
Lucas Biederman's Squad with Lackey in tow moves from building to building clearing as they go, combat can be heard in the distance. Lackey begins to pick up the pace a bit maul in one hand he tugs at his metal bloodbowl helm, he glances down to his dwarvish spikerboots as checking to see if all his gear is present last check yes his metal codpiece is in place as well whew. Just around the corner is the combat and the squad wil be there soon. Lackey thinking if The Punishers were here this would be much easier, and where the hell did Ginger go he thinks.
Looming from a tent nearby a giant of a man emerges fully 7 feet tall and pushing 300 pounds of kislevian muscle. A man bearing a worn blue and white heavy linen jersey bearing a pair of numbers "77" and the name sewed on the back "MUTTONWENCH". He gathers his gear and picks up a large heavy 2 handed mallet, and trudges to Lucas "Wed gunna serch fer me kin Ginger now?!" Lackey sensing the answer before Lucas mutters it, no then. "So whats we doin? Something needen bashin?" Lackey shifts from stance to stance tossing hismallet from hand to hand as if it weighs nothing, Lead on mate eyeing Lucas...
continues to tap foot and eat his prize.
taps foot and picks nose waiting......
Will be out of town till monday later fellas
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