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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 12, 2012 10:51:35 GMT -5
Quinn sat looking into the medium’s crystal ball, watching the scenes of approaching intruders from many lands into the shadowy realm of Darkmoon Veil. The hag chanted, eyes rolled back in her head as her clawed fingers scratched against the crystal, changing the vision from one to the next. “Twelve come a seeking ringmaster” she whispered hoarsely, “Their greed for your amulet is great”.
Quinn absently fingered the amulet around his neck. The carnival had passed through many lands to get here, and the ringmaster had obtained many valuable trinkets on their path. None had been as powerful as the amulet however. It granted Quinn unnaturally long life, and allowed him at first to control the minds of the crowds that came to the travelling carnival show, duping the rubes out of their coin as easily as if they were asleep.
Over time however, the carnival began to change. The freaks were first, becoming even more twisted and depraved. The carnies were next. There were many “accidents” at games and rides. Levers crushed screaming patrons, who seemed to go unnoticed to the crowds. The clowns became ghastly horrors luring the unsuspecting into the shadows and death. Quinn himself began to go pale and dark, casting no reflection in the mirrors around him. No matter. It was probably better he could not see what he was becoming. The amulet kept whispering to him, calling him to carry on… to give the artifact more blood.
The carnival was now at the hamlet of Falcon’s Hollow, stopped just outside of the little village. Quinn could hear the lingering screams of the last of the inhabitants. The hunger of the amulet was sated for now. They could not move on right away though. They would not want to get caught on the roadway unawares by the intruders. Best to lure them in. Best to sow madness amongst their numbers to pit one against the other. Best to give the amulet more of the rich blood it commanded.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 12, 2012 10:52:46 GMT -5
Please keep all your comments in character.... makes for a better story.... and introduce your character to the story... feel free to use this opportunity to challenge someone in round one Participants: 1. Ferdinand the bull centaur killed by Sir Mordred Jaegar2. Ghrazgot, Orc Warboss killed by Edward3. Shlashvin, the mighty skaven warlord killed by Yuki4. Bal'haphut, servant of Drazhoath killed by Ferdinand5. Sir Mordred Jaegar, Questing Knight of Bretonnia 6. Edward Killin killed by Yuki7. Princess Alastruial The Orphaned killed by Borisalav8. Morohtar Dawnstrike killed by Sir Mordred Jaegar9. Borisalav Zenochka killed by Sir Mordred Jaegar10. Yuki 11. Kroxx the giant goblin killed by Edward12. Kithas Doraks killed by KroxxAll character descriptions can be found here: kingstonwarhammer.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=reports&action=display&thread=2652&page=1
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 12, 2012 10:54:51 GMT -5
Round One fights: (winner in red)
1. Ghrazgot vs. Edward Killin 2. Shlashven vs. Yuki 3. Ferdinand vs. Bal'haput 4. Kithas vs. Kroxx 5. Princess Alastruial vs. Borisalav Zenochka 6. Sir Mordred Jaegar vs. Morohtar Dawnstrike
Round Two fights:
1. Sir Mordred Jaegar vs. Ferdinand 2. Edward Killin vs. Kroxx the giant goblin 3. Borisalav Zanochka vs. Yuki
Round Three fights:
1. Edward Killin vs. Yuki 2. Sir Mordred Jaegar vs. Borisalav
Final Battle:
Sir Mordred Jaegar vs. Yuki
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Post by donimator on Sept 12, 2012 11:51:53 GMT -5
"Heh, heh. Stop that Grunhilda...Stop dat now it tickles...Oh you are a nasty git you are. what with your big teeth and your slobberin' maw...What's dat?...Closer?...Argghhh!" Ghrazgot awoke to find his boar gnawing on his leg, sinking his tusks into the meaty part of the limb. The warboss grabbed his mighty axe and cracked the flat of it down on the boar's head. A few whacks later it realized what was going on and sheepishly let go. Ghrazgot stood up from his bed of stones and tested the leg. No harm done, only some flesh missing. "Aye, we gots to find some grub today, G'BorGH..."
A tinkle of sinister music drifted through the air along with the sweet smell of charnel. That was promising. With no camp to break he kicked his boar to its feet and mounted as they pushed out of the dense pines and onto the game trail they had been following. A break in the brush showed a town in the vale below, smoke rising from some of the structures and the sky crowded with lazily circling crows...always a good sign.
He turned in that direction until he crossed a wider trail. Up ahead over a rise he saw a lone traveler. The man-boy was sullenly strolling along, dripping angst in his wake...and sparkles? This was an abomination to all of his sensibilities. The bloodlust coursed through him and with a deep roar he surged forward on his mount to ride it down before it reached the town.
--> Edward Killin, is mine, Waaagghhh!
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Post by aardusxx on Sept 12, 2012 14:51:11 GMT -5
Edward Killin wrinkled his nose in disgust at the foul stench wafting from the grotesquely large orc standing in his path, shouting obscenities in his direction. Edward carefully placed down his wood harp and coldly brushed off the wood nymphs clinging madly to his broad, studly, cream-white chest. Just then the mad boar-riding orc charged wildly at him. Damn, he didn't even have enough time to make a proper pre-fight speech he thought as he drew his sword. Clearly the negligent bufoon charging wildly down the road didn't give a crap about Edward's feelings. He sighed at the hopelessness of the world as the orc barrelled down on him -this day was just getting worse by the minute.
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Post by garrett on Sept 12, 2012 15:20:42 GMT -5
Everyone in the arena turned to look at the corner as the ground in the far corner deep in the shadows started to shake... I Shlashven the mighty skaven warlord have finnaly risen again to Shlash through each and everyone of these pitiful creatures that call themselves worthy of ever being in this arena of pure honour. It was like watching a crowd of frogs watch as a snake slithers through the grass to catch its prey. I came up with a slight smurk beginning to form on my face. You could see the pure terror in there eyes as my war litter and I emerge slowly from the ground finnaly rising from bellow to take vengeance on my death to every living creature.
As I get up and order my small herd of rats to carry me over to the crowd I notice a small silhouette that looked particularly feeble and at first though I knew that they had to go first! That no matter what happens they were on my list of the first killings in this arena. So as I moved in declining the distance between me and the dark silliuhette the light began to shine on the silliuhettes body... I then looked at them and instantly recognized them from past encounters.
There name was Yuki. Sadly they will not be alive for very much time. As I get in within shouting range I yell out as loud as my mighty skaven warlord voice can yell I yell. "Yuki you are my pray in this arena and you will be the first to die you weak vampire!!!!!"
Challenge has been sent to Yuki.
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Post by LizardTau on Sept 12, 2012 15:48:32 GMT -5
Ferdinand wandered for a long time searching for some magic items that can help get revenge on the men from the city. He finally heard of a magic item powerful enough to help him get his revenge but the tale were always in the wake of a carnival that death fallowed. What ever town or city that this carnival visited was plagued with many mysterious deaths. It was a long journey to where the carnival was last, he walked many miles, there were many fields on the way were he would sit a while and just smell the flowers.
After a while he fallowed the trail of the carnival to the Darkmoon veil. There wouldn’t be any flowers for him to smell in here. He moved into the a cursed veil and found the carnival it was a few hours before night fall and the place looked deserted from far away but he could see a few figures walking around. As Ferdinand moved closer he saw a bull centaur he had only known the other from his field so thought this other bull centaur might help him on his quest here but as he touch the other centaur on the shoulder and he turned around he saw the other centaurs eyes he knew the other was crazy wearing some strange helmet. He attacked right away
“challenge Bal'haphut” (there can be only one bull centaur lol)
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Post by redshirt2375 on Sept 12, 2012 17:03:48 GMT -5
Kithas strode with purpose as he drew nearer to his destination. Morathi had given him precise directions on how to find the carnival whose Ringmaster possessed the item the Witch King sought. He cared little for what the item did and never asked, for serving his Lord and Master was a much more desirable reward. All Druchii knew that the true path to power was through the Witch King and to defy him was only to invite a useless death. Kithas also knew without a doubt that he was being watched even now to ensure he didn't go against the Witch King's wishes.
He knew he was getting close to his goal when he first spotted the thick smoke and murder of crows circling high in the sky. It was long before he also heard distant screams; a welcome sound to any Dark Elf and one that brought a smile to his face. It was also at this time he heard another sound that at first he could not place.
The sound was similar to that of a laboring horse near death, the grunts and snorts as well as hoof beats coming from over the rise behind him. It wasn't until the wind shifted that the stench was made apparent, also coming from the direction on the noise.
Stopping in the middle of the road, Kithas awaited whatever foul beast was apparently stalking him. His disappointment upon sighting the creature was apparent when he snorted in disgust.
Over the rise came a foul Greenskin. From his size he was from the Orc variety and the grunting and snorting were coming from the large, filthy boar upon which he rode. It was obvious from the fact that he was alone and heading towards the town that the Orc must be one of the champions that the Witch King said were gathering.
Even though it was a challenge beneath his skill, Kithas knew he couldn't let the Orc continue to follow him or to make it to the town a possibly claim the prize for himself.
With a practiced ease Kithas drew his blade, which was instantly shrouded in a swirling fog, and waited for the Orc to get closer.
challenge given to Kroxx the Giant Goblin
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Post by canadianguy on Sept 12, 2012 17:21:05 GMT -5
Damn to slow wanted the cursed follower of malekith.
Following the path from her visions a trail of carnage and slaughter has led her to the sight of the most obseen creature she has ever seen. Having never seen an ogre for real before Alustrial shudders thinking the stories didn't come close to describing their vileness. Stepping out of the treeline she calls the loathsome best from its meal. Come forth vile ogre and meet your doom!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 12, 2012 17:58:32 GMT -5
round one matches are set... wow you guys are fast....
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Post by pmlizardmen on Sept 12, 2012 18:49:14 GMT -5
Kroxx was riding along with out a care in the world singing a nice song about how great goblins "i'm the worlds biggest goblin. and goblins are the best i may smell bad but i stink better then the rest. i hope to fine more goblins to join my big goblin tribe. and i like my gient wolf that looks like a boar." kroxx thought to himself that it was strange how empty the roads were and he will get to his destination soon.
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Post by calitom on Sept 12, 2012 21:25:42 GMT -5
Yuki simply wandered the broken trail, the obvious stench of blood in the air seemed to draw her to this place in her travels and would likely not dissapoint her. Her long midnight cloak was wrapped tightly around her tiny form, the hood pulled low in an attempt to mask much of her looks. To hide in plain sight, to appear mortal were the first things she had learned from her sire... She wore a fragrance of lilly and vanilla extract, incredibly useful in luring prey in from time to time though most thought her to be just a young teenage girl traveling alone. How sad and alone she must seem... all the better to draw the others in as well, bandits and sob stories who wanted to find camaraderie or rob her of coin. They too fed her thirst for battle and blood.
A squeak drifted upon the air and she heard the shriek which surely followed the stench of undeath. Why show signs of reacting? Just keep walking and looking for the cause of that feeling in the pit of your stomach, you'll find it soon.
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Post by Edg3ofR3ason on Sept 12, 2012 22:09:15 GMT -5
It had been a long, yet rewarding day for the Ogre Huntsman and as a result of his efforts he was in a focused state of relaxation, hunched over a cooking pot containing his most recent savoury dish: roast dwarf and mutton stew. The aroma from the pot filled his senses, as a loud growling noise emanated from his generous abdominal expanse. Hungry, definitely hungry; Boris thought, but just a few more minutes. After all you can’t rush quality. A wide grin grew across his huge maw, in anticipation of this sumptuous meal; as he casually lifted his head away from the cooking pot when he caught a glimpse of the figure standing boldly off in the distance. His keen hunter senses had already alerted him to the presence of some lesser being. His huge hand was already resting comfortably on his sword. Another loud rumble from his gut broke the silence of the moment and as the sound faded away Boris saw and heard this intruder shout something his way……”Comfort, I’ve longed for, a dime to you, do o-man! WTF!? Thought Boris. What cryptic jibberish is this? Sounds like this pointy eared man-thing in a dress is shouting at me. But to what end. Wait! Could this be one of those she elves he had heard about? Boris pondered the thought ever so briefly. It was that time in the month were strange things tended to occur, being the first evening of the full moon, and he knew that he had stopped very close to the hamlet of Falcon's Hollow. Could this she (or he cause you just never know these days) elf be one of the freakish inhabitants from the hamlet or that travelling road show that tasty dwarf had been screaming about? So many questions he thought that his brain was explode. Regardless, Boris reasoned, this elf must be a demented individual that's either high on the locally grown plant life or off its medication to bother an ogre at dinner time. Well, this puny creature was not going to ruin his dinner. So, Boris sat down facing this unfortunate fool, grabbed his cooking pot and began gorging himself as only an ogre can. Greedily licking his enormous fingers clean, Boris stared at this elfish like thing and began planning his next meal. The wide grin returned overly large face as he stuffed more stew into his maw. Life was good!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 13, 2012 8:44:58 GMT -5
Ghrazgot vs. Edward
The wood nymphs clustered around Edward’s pasty form, shrieked and bolted as the massive Orc bore down on him. Ghrazgot’s massive axe glowed with power, it’s magic coursing through the warboss, fueling his strength and his speed, but making him reckless in his rage.
Edward pouted his lips and fluttered his eyelashes, making the wood nymphs swoon and rush back to his side, chanting “Team Edward, Team Edward”. Ghrazgot however was unmoved by this however, and still came forward intent on murder, his hate rising with every moment. With an exaggerated sigh of hopelessness Edward swept his sword up and stepped to the side, cutting through the greenskin’s armor as if it wasn’t there.
Ghrazgot howled in rage and cut wildly at the vampire. A wood nymph jumped into the way and was cut in half. Edward held her bleeding body and took a moment to scream “noooooooooooo” to the sky. In this moment of distraction, one of the orc’s wild slashes hit home, cutting into flesh.
Edward gave his best “I’m mad but still utterly ambivalent” faces, and batted G'BorGH to the side, blunting the boar’s charge. A wood nymph cracked her “down with Jacob” sign over top the warboss’ head, stunning the orc for a moment.
As Ghrazgot shook his head to clear it, he made the mistake of meeting the vampire’s eyes, and became lost in them for a moment. His attacks slowed and all he could think was how thin and pale and utterly handsome Edward was. If he didn’t want to kill him so badly right now, he would consider joining Waagh Edward.
The Blood Axe of the Last Waagh flared to life again, coursing strength through Ghrazgot’s body, causing the rage to rise again within him. Edward almost smiled. Almost. The distraction was all he needed to drive his sword through the warboss’ chest. Ghrazgot fell to the ground in a shower of sparkles. The wood nymphs fell upon the dying orc, and the boar caught within their grasps and pulled them apart.
Edward tossed his bangs dejectedly. He took a small drink to sustain himself, and allowed his nymphs to feed. He continued to walk down the road, head down, caught up in the futility of it all.
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After battle thoughts:
Well the axe of the last Waagh was on fire, rolling six round one, and five the next. Beguile worked round two, which was as far as this one went. No armor saves was really rough for Ghrazgot, as was being at a weapon skill disadvantage. Given Edward in the write up thus far was walking, I used the wood nymphs to represent his nightmare (as Twilight fans are my nightmare, how about yours?) and his ward save (ever try pointing out how bad Twilight is to one of the fans? they'll protect them to the end!) - and in this case even caused a wound!
New this arena, I'm adding the rolls to the after battle thoughts, so you can see how this all played out:
Round one:
BOTLW +6 attacks, +6 Strength, WS 3 Beguile – G rolls a 5 – passes Fear check – G rolls a 6 – passes E- 2 hits, 1 wound G – 5 hits, 2 wounds, 2 failed armor, 1 failed ward B – no hits N – 1 hit, 1 wound, 1 failed save
Round two:
BOTLW +5 attacks, +5 Strength, WS4 Beguile – G rolls a 7 – fails! Fear check – G rolls 8 – passes E – 2 hits, 2 wounds – G is killed!
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Post by donimator on Sept 13, 2012 11:50:57 GMT -5
Feeling the rush of power, Ghrazgot understood in his own simple way why this weapon was so desired. With a life of its own, it spurred on his attacks, swinging with a speed and strength he had never felt before. It cleaved through nymphs with ease, but this black-clothed she-man was a harder target. His dour mood was depressing Ghrazgot. How could this fool not swell with anger at the mere thought of battle? When he spun to swing again, Ghrazgot saw a circle of glittering pixies swirling around this creature's head. Another glimpse betweem strikes saw his fiendish horse turn into a prancing unicorn. Yet over it all, Ghrazgot was smothered by an overwhelming sense of morose and gloom. The creature's steel bit his flesh and instead of pain he felt only depression, his mighty warcry turned to a disconsolate lament.
Covered now in nymphs, Ghrazgot was dismounted, his once-trusty boar lying on its side squealing with delight as one tickled it while another rended its flesh. How could this be? He was mighty Ghrazgot? He surged with power again and then caught the man-boy's eye. His soul dropped to its deepest pits, caressed equally by the feeling of utter emptiness and the metaphysical equivalent of a fully awake appendectomy. The cold steel kissed him again and he felt what this creature felt. Boy was he glad he was dying...and who the heck was Bella?
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