Me personally I thing Ed is doing a great job, keep it up.
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Well if we are still playing my new guy is a old Npc whos been about a LOOOOONG time good ole "LACKEY GUNTERMAN".
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.
Well for me this is totally new, learning the posting styles and commands is tough, and tougher for the non computer savvy. That being said the halfling in this game random rolled was prolly not a good idea "ie lawyer" I still wanna play but next week will be out for four days going out of town and all. I still wanna play just as a different dude idea inc fleshing him out a old npc from everyones past will be fun im sure.
Fel 42 Crying the command at the beast it looks bad, Mud dispares to himself just get it over with. EAT ME!!!!!
As the Kurgan pulls Mud close, Mud mutters his old Kurgan Lords name at the Beast Master Gutcrush Brutepuke. Then gives the beast the evil eye unflinching. Then awaits his doom.
Mud barks a few times at the upside down Kurgan monster flailing about in it's grasp muttering in the few kurgan commands he knows from the slave pits, then tears at the beasts eyes with his long arms in hopes of being let go. failure, proceeds to bark and flail wildly to no avail.
eeek 1 success 3 damage drops the little Halfling to the ground. As the brute spins to greet poor Caspar Mud grabs his leg and attempts to bite him as viciously as possible perhaps the distraction will assist Caspar . Mud's definately not a warrior.
Berserkers don't instantly frenzy do they? don't you have to work it up? perhaps getting bonus's as it builds and not knowing the negetives "gm" discresion your berserk you don;t know whats happening just KILL!!! Then the comming down is just as fun as you see what remains of you or your friends.
Mud rolls to his feet sling spinning in hand launching a stone with blinding speed, twords unlucky Caspars foe. Ballistic skill 40v.1d100 ⇒ 98 eeek he mutters as he looses it. Turning his head wincing for Caspar. He looks for another stone and another shot. 2nd toss. ummm cursing the god WHAT THE HELL, he mutters to himself your not a kurgan anymore fight right. it lands with a thud he tosses a last time Ghaaa the times w/o combat has made him a bit rusty. hope he dosent kill himself or a a friend in the process of getting better.
Agility 43 v. Success! Mud rolls out and dives behind Boom as cover. He grabs some cloth off the wagon and spins himself into it and hides. waiting for the chance to help.
Eddy seeing that Mud has been a houseboy/slave to a Kurgan Captain or whatever for several years any little things you want to let me in on be it small stuff would be cool for my part in story ie: names, banners, attack styles, pets, special units. and so on thanks in advance.
Barreling over the crest of the small hill ahead the group sees Mud flailing wildly as he runs in terror! Cresting a few yards behind him is the rider, The rider is moving at breakneck speed and he is dressed as a man from the empire. A Grey cloak rippling in the wind behind him. The horse is foam flecked and sweating. Both have blood on them and both look ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED. Mud Screams YETI !!!!! Mud barrels past Njord and dives for cover under the wagon. digging into the hard packed ground for whatever stones he can find to perpare to help as best he can for their impending DOOM.
Int 26 for perception
Mud scouting ahead of everyone his small stature making it a tad easier, and his knowlege of the Kurgan in which he was a house boy of sorts for for so long he scuries to and fro. He peers over a snow covered hillock spying a cloud of dust in the distance across a desolate sparsely tree laden tundra.... A town? Or is the Kurgan camp of Of Master Gutcrush Brutepuke. Mud Scrurries back to Njord to give warning. Mud arrives quickly informing the moutain of a man. Agi 43 sneak Int 26 Per
Silly Barbarian, I sense a short life for him when the Kurgan come.
Dark Lord Krak is there something you be needin me to do special, Oh dark master? Gather wenches for your tent, Or children for your table? or just stick to scavenging, Tell me oh great master as be begins to grovel and skulk before he catches himself and tries to make it look as if he knew all along what he was saying.... What do you want me to do?
A song for Caspar: Brave Sir Caspar ran away,
As the morning creeps over the horizon Mud is a bustle of work his new found friends all still asleep from the evening before. He begins to pack the wagon and belongings with special care for everyone in hopes of not being killed for his carelessness as was his job in the Kurgan camp. He is also careful not to wake anyone at time standing motionless as a companion stirs in thier sleep, and once back in Shallyas rest continuing to clean and pick up from the previous night. I will make my decision after a encounter to see if they can protect him as well to see if he stays.
"Mud snickers to himself at the silly Njord, he has a better chance at mounting the donkey or the Bard. Bards roll like that he thinks to himself."
Just as he gets a bit from the camp he hears the singing and sweet sounding voice of Caspar he scurries back like a small rodent better to not be seen nor heard. he gazes in amusement at the bard, his mind swirling to his childhood. That was a long time ago. Things are much harder now but the respite was much needed he note a bard would be a fine addition to a chaos warband, he chuckes to himself "band". Still this new group is proving to be more hospitable than his last.
Mudknuckles sitting quietly listening to his new companions learning names and habits as any up and coming spy should. But something different about this small band no one has tried to kill, eat, or manhandle this little halfling here. The Kurgans had released Mudnuckles in order to have him spy as best he could and report back at a later time. It has been far to long since he has seen no daily violence againt him, and he is seeming to prefer this to the Kurgan way of life scraping out a exsistance. Perhaps he will stay with this little band a bit longer. Also it has been too long since seeing another halfling at least not roasting on a spit. Even as Mudknuckle skulks off into the darkness to forage so needed supplies from the Kurgan scraps he feelsin his tiny heart that he may have found a new home.
Dr. Seuss is looking for writers, 1 fish 2 fish red fish blue fish.
Ummm hello would someone be so kind as to pry me from my beast of burdan. Oi blaster turn about so I can see, Mud begins to flail wildly about trying in vain to free himself from his norse anchor. After severl minutes he gives up and jus goes limp waiting for someone to help.
Njord you told me 3 advances wth? "powergamer" LOL
We need more CHAOS
[ooc] it's good to be a halfling around this chaos band.
Mudknuckle spinns wildly about what happened where did his camp go where are the familiar muck go what the hell is with the sky, a blue-green tinge what did that wizard do? You dont go about touching glowing green rocks that aren't yours when will these silly humans learn? Theo begins to survey his surroundings in hope of finding something, anything familiar but alas nothing is the same. He begins to reel upon noticing that his clothing has changed as well, grey coveralls and bluddy shoes!!!!! I am in hell he screams. Kicking off the shoes at the damned wizard you did this, YOU DID THIS! Send me back.... how did .... where are we? Theos eye narrow at Albrecht damned wizards always meddling. I'm WAITING his foot tapping quickly on the ground.
Can this lowly Little Halfling respond here as well gents?? if so. Albrects Fate: Albrect reaches for the jewel and the Black soul of the Hag lunges into Albrect the the battle for his sanity and soul begin once again. |