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Offline Grumbaki

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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #25 on: February 13, 2013, 02:17:14 AM »
[OOC; Got to say Bork certainly earned the Savvy and Cool-headed talents for this, I certainly couldn't make sense of what the Ice Gnoblar was going on about. Patience of a saint really.]

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WS: 31%--- BS: 21%-- S: 46%- T: 45%- AG: 24%- Int: 27% WP: 45%* Fel: 20% A: 3- W: 24-- FP: 1

Career: Mercenary

Skills: Common Knowledge (ogres), Consume Alchohol, Gamble, Perception, Search, Speak Language (Grumbarth, Reikspield), Dodge Blow, Haggle, Secret Language (battle tongue), Swim

Talents: Disarm, Fearless, Frightening, Specialist Weapon Group (two-handed), Street Fighting, Strike Mighty Blow, Strike to Stun, Savvy (+5 Int included), Cool-Headed (+5 WP included)

Armor: Medium Armor (leather jack, leather leggings, mail shirt, helmet), Shield

Weapons: Sword
« Last Edit: February 13, 2013, 02:19:36 AM by Grumbaki »
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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #26 on: February 13, 2013, 02:38:02 AM »
Knowledge:Ogres, Hatred:Gnoblars, Hatred:Ogres.
I've dumped the plans of using Bretonnians. They suck.

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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #27 on: February 13, 2013, 02:41:07 AM »
Knowledge:Ogres, Hatred:Gnoblars, Hatred:Ogres.

Hatred Gnoblars? What did Grumbit ever do you to?

The gnoblars here did what? After the officers *shot one of them in the head!* they only took his pants. And when you froze their eyes shut, Grumbit was still more than polite. They were such nice little creatures and you were the one who abused them.

Besides, WFRP-wise that is 12 insanity points. Which means that talking to Bork messes with your mind on the same level as being sucked into the realm of chaos and spat back out. I suppose I should take that as a compliment!  :icon_biggrin:
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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #28 on: February 13, 2013, 02:52:40 AM »
Look. She went into the woods as a teenager in the dead of night, came back out the next morning and knew Ice Magic. She's got plenty of insanity points to go around.
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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #29 on: February 13, 2013, 02:56:42 AM »
Just realized something. Gunther left with the funny hat.  :icon_cry:

Bork is going to miss that, if Gunther doesn't come back.

That, and I wonder how the FF is going to react to all of this. Maybe when he sees the funny hat he'll send Bork a cake?
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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #30 on: February 13, 2013, 09:45:17 PM »
[Turns out that FFH is not happy. Time to make this right!]

Bork was unhappy. He spent the next day looking at clouds, but he wasn't really listening to the cloud gnoblar. The Ice Gnoblar said that the Tyrant wasn't happy, and Bork couldn't understand why. He didn't like feeling confused, but unlike others of his kind, he was smart enough to not let a thought go. At first he thought that it was because he didn't pee on the story gnoblar. But he didn't smell any pee on it, so that probably wasn't right. Still, he resolved to pee on any other gnbolars sent to him, just to be safe. Then, finally, it hit him. The Tyrant was unhappy at giving up a gnoblar, but it was like those times when you hit someone else because of what they said, but it wasn't really because of what they said. It was because you were hungry, and thus wanted to hit something. When he signed up, everyone said that the Tyrant was sad because he didn't have a Cow. Now, Bork could understand that, and when the thought hit him it caused him to sit straight up and yell "WIFE GNOBLAR!" The horde paused at this, because none of them had heard of a wife-gnoblar before. When none stepped forward, Bork furrowed his brow.

"You gits! I want the gnoblar with the biggest nose o'er here now to be the wife-gnoblar!" Now, if there was one thing that gnoblars knew was that the size of your nose meant everything, and every gnoblar thought that his nose was of course the biggest. And while none knew what a wife-gnoblar was, the mere idea that you needed the biggest nose for it meant that every gnoblar wanted the job. 32 died gnoblars that day, before the lucky gnoblar was chosen...

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[The next day, at the castle...]

A gnoblar walks in, with a mop on its head and the tattered remnants of a peasant's dress. Nobody dared asked where the gnoblar got it. It's lips are bright red, with a sticky substance that again is not something that any sane man would inquire about. However, the question of how it managed to sneak into the castle is a subject matter that will be investigated. The answer, sadly, will be that the gate guard assumed that he was drunk upon seeing the wife-gnoblar, and left his post to find a bucket of water. The happy little creature waddles up to Georg and grins like a maniac.

"Bork hear you sad, so he send me! I the wife gnoblar! I cook n I clean n I yayayaya!" Swelling with pride, the lucky gnoblar with the biggest nose of the lot started running in circles. It was the happiest day of its life.
« Last Edit: February 14, 2013, 04:48:13 AM by Grumbaki »
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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #31 on: February 15, 2013, 05:52:12 PM »
[OOC: And now Bork is dead. Full update to come after Turn 1 is over!]
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Offline Drasanil

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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #32 on: February 15, 2013, 07:41:36 PM »
[OOC: Whar? Who would kil Bork? Why? This makes no sense  ::heretic::]

Offline Wolfrik

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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #33 on: February 15, 2013, 08:37:09 PM »
I guess the experiment did not work.  :icon_razz:

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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #34 on: February 15, 2013, 08:42:36 PM »
I guess the experiment did not work.  :icon_razz:

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I got to play a character straight. No bending over to make things easy. No changing his character or personality to fit the situation. I cared more about writing what he would do than keeping him alive. So he died. And I'm happy about it.

At my heart I'm still a member of the Golden Company. A group of players who cared more about RPing and having a good time than winning. So we lost so badly that we were spitting out our teeth for a week. But we enjoyed it. I just lost a character I greatly enjoyed before turn 1 was even over, even though I had alot more material I wanted to work with. But I'm happy. So perhaps the WFRP experiment didn't work out, but overall the experience did.
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Re: Bork's Tale (An experiment in using WFRP)
« Reply #35 on: February 17, 2013, 12:30:10 AM »
The orders had been given, and Bork had moved his horde with all possible speed. The halflings awaited! Food. Cake. Small, fat, chewy little ones. It was a dream come true for the ogre, so much so that not the wind nor the snow could dampen his enthusiasm. Now only was he to be paid in shinies and food, but he would get them for eating!

Quote from: Finngoalie
Vasili and his men have caught up to Bork tohave this conversation). Hold on to your Rhinoxen there Bork. Did your talking Gnoblar not inform you of Von Urenbach's orders? The Halflings are not to be harmed. That doesn't mean just physically. It means there town as well. We're NOT just going to go in there and commandeer whatever you want. Do you want to eat well through the winter, or just this one day? I know Ogres and Gnoblars can handle snow, so we're not going in and taking over; we're going to build a good working relationship. I'll guarantee you'll be the first to eat, provided I establish rapport with the Halfling and his advisors. We're not OCCUPYING any of the mills either. That's what you have your equipment for. We're not here to subjugate. Do you understand the need to ration things? I know gnoblars don't eat a lot, but you need to make sure they get something. Otherwise, they'll be useless to us. By the way, do you happen to know how many gnoblar trappers you have in your force?

Bork stood there, dumbfounded. Where the Kislevite had roughly a hundred sixty men under his command, only the forward elements of the party had reached the ogre. There were hundreds upon hundreds of gnoblars around. Some were properly clothed, others weren't. They spat, kicked, screamed and stole. Several were stepped on by the men's horses as they tried to crawl under them for warmth (nobody ever said that gnoblars were smart). Bork did his best to listen, but after he heard that he was to be the first to eat everything else besides the word "rations" went over his head, mostly because he remembered a mercenary once "shared" his rations with Bork. And by shared, it meant that he was scared to death of being eaten by a hungry ogre that he just gave it.

Bork nodded his head with enthusiasm. "Bork eat first!" He pumped his fist in the air and bellowed loudly. The assembled gnoblars took up the cheer, glad that their master was happy. And through it all, Vasili could see at the edge of the "army" were a dozen men wearing white. They were dressed from head to toe in honest to god clothing appropriate for the cold, and each held a bow. The gnoblars, apparently, were used to their presence, as they simply swarmed around the men without a care in the world.

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Vasilli straightens in his saddle, relieved he's temporarily resolved a problem and says,"Ok Bork, we haven't gone far from von Urenbach yet, so we'll return to Grossferre and let your men warm back up. There we'll finalize things with von Urenbach as Hilde Scholz might have some more information from him. Follow us back". Vasilli has his men move at a slow pace, so the short legged gnoblars can keep up. After instructing his men to continue the slow pace, Vasilli falls back to Bork's position in line and dismounts to walk and talk with Bork. " You know Bork, I once had a good relationship with an Ogre tribe my people had made an alliance with in defending Kislev from a Chaos invasion. So when I saw you dressed in the blue and white of Middenheim and pledging to von Urenbach, I was happy. But if anything good is going to come from this war, we all have to work together for von Urenbach's benefit. That means that none of us just take off from the rest. Can you keep your eyes on prize? If we come out the victors in this when this is all over, I'll host you with honor at my father's court in Erengrad. Have you ever been a guest at a noble's feast? Lot's of delicious food Bork. Just try to think what you need to do here in Middenland to accomplish that goal. In the mean time, I see your gnobbies aren't equipped well for this campaign and I wonder just how expendable you consider them to be. They do make up the bulk of your force and you'll be needing the great majority of them once we meet the enemy....... we'll all need as much of our forces as we can muster". Vasilli remounts his horse and gallops forward to rejoin his men.

Bork marched back to Grossfurre. The man with the silly hat kept talking, but Bork wasn't listening. He knew that there was food waiting for him. He'd eat first, and that was all that mattered. He figured that it must have been the wife gnoblar that did it, and for that he was justly proud. Still, he had a listening gnoblar on hand. It had a piece of paper and scribbled furiously on it as the man with the silly hat talked.

Hours later they reached Grossfurre, and Vasilli road off to the rest of his army. The listening gnoblar proudly turned over its notes. They read "Feest", "deelisee-us", "foood" and "preyez." After several minutes of staring at the paper, Bork grinned and took off running. Straight toward's the Kislevite's supply train. Bork couldn't have been happier to see the food promised to him!

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As normal, Romanov had his 30 Streltsi (handgunners w/short halberd for rifle rest) guarding his army supply train. The Streltsi saw the Ogre running towards them and the sergeant started in with his firing commands, "READY...". Vasilli heard the sergeant's beginning fire command and quickly turned to see what was happening....."AIM"!... Vasilli yelled out,"BORK! Stop where you are!". (Would the Ogre actually continue running straight into 30 handgunners?)

OOC: YES! Bork is an idiot.

IC: Bork, with a grin on his face, continued his full forced run. He was an ogre! Invincible! Hungry! He had been through blood and death time and again, charging through artillery barrages without a scratch. Where his kin had been blown to pieces he had always made it to the enemy line. He had always feasted. Behind him the gnoblars cheered, seeing their lord and master in all of his glory.

Seeing an ogre barrel down at you is a gut wrenching experience, especially to a man who had witnessed the effect of such a charge before. All it took was one man. One man to fire. The shot rang out, hitting Bork square in the chest. No soldier ever aimed for the head. But once that shot rang out, twenty nine others did as well. Spots of red exploded on Bork. He was a large target, and these were the Steltsi. The elite of Kislev, perhaps the best shots with a handgun in the old world. He kept coming. His legs, his arms, all over his chest...gaping wounds opened up. Smoke filled the air. Vasili was yelling something. So was Romanov. The Gnoblars were still cheering, believing their lord to be immortal. Bork kept going, confusion written on his face. One foot in front of the next. His step wavered, and blackness creeped around the edges of his vision. He could see it, the supply train, infront of him. It had all happened to fast, and the ogre didn't have time to process the information. One foot. The other. Another. His step faltered, and with a crash Bork fell into the red snow. He reached a hand out, clawing to get at the baggage train. The Streltsi were reloaded. Blood gushed out of his mouth. He looked at Vasili, with eyes full of pain and confusion. "I...I eat first?" And then his head fell into the snow. And he knew no more.

The cheering among the gnoblars stopped, and a silence fell over the horde. And just like the gunshot, it only took one gnoblar. A gnoblar screamed. In its little brain it realized that anything which could kill Bork could do the same to it. The gnoblar screamed, and it ran. Soon every gnoblar around it did so. Even those who had no idea what was going on soon took too flight, terrified at the mere idea that something could terrify their kin. Some buried themselves in the snow. Others, foolishly, ran straight towards the castle. Most ran to the hills, alone or in groups. And into the depths of winter. Before long the horde had completely vanished, leaving only a few of the stupider gnoblars running in circles. That, and Bork, who still lay where he fell.
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Two campaigns. Two factions. Both prove that you can lose a campaign horribly and still have a great time. Behold, the power of RPing!