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Otto Otto leans back against the boards, and feels the weight of the chains. He's hungry, ill, and in pain, but his physical discomfort pales besides his emotional turmoil. How did it come to this? It wasn't a week ago, he was at home with his wife, his children, his friends. . .and now this, chained up, a slave, his family and friends gone. Slaves themselves, he hoped, because the alternative would be worse. He closes his eyes and remembers his boyhood. His mother had a song she would sing to him at night, a lullaby. "Shallya's blessings be upon you. May she protect you while you sleep. Have no fear of dark or thunder. She will in her hands you keep." "Oh, Shallya's blessings on my wife and children,", he begs, quietly, half to himself. "Save them, lady, I beg". Then, the whole world seems to shift. Otto is flung forward as the wood buckles and snaps, his chains restraining him, and possibly saving him from certain death. Still, his arms seem to wrench out of their sockets. "What happened?" he calls out, as he peers out in the darkness. He looks at the companion on his left, but the man seems to be dead, his neck broken. Have they crashed? Run aground? Are they trapped here, the ship to be their doom? He looks around, hoping to find some way to free himself and the rest of the slaves. Toughness Roll (Against 36): 1d100 22-Success Strengh Roll (Against 35): 1d100 75 4 degrees of failure, so 1 wound Perception Roll (Against 37): 1d100 47 Failed. Wounds: 10/11 code:Epicurius fucked around with this message at 03:43 on Sep 28, 2015 |
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Otto Otto grabs a splinter of wood, and tries to use it to get leverage against his chains where they're fastened to the deck, straining with all his might to find and exploit a weakness. So with one hand, he pulls his chains taut, and with the other, he tries to fit the wood underneath the spot that the chain plate connects to the wood Strengh Roll (Against 35): 1d100 42
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Mar 5, 2014 06:24
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Otto Otto calls out as he sees some his fellow slaves start to break free. "Hey! Over here! I'm still alive over here!", and strains at his bonds with all his might, rocking them in an attempt to loosen them. Strength Roll (Against 35): 1d100 36 Dang
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Mar 11, 2014 02:31
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Otto Otto groans in disappointment. The chains are just too strong. He's about to give up when the Norscan barbarian comes to lend a hand. With the other man's help, he strains against his bonds, willing them to break, and his despair starts to turn into hope as he sees them start to stretch under their combined strength. Strength Roll (Against 53): 1d100 40
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Mar 12, 2014 00:22
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Otto The chains seemed to start to give for a moment, but still bind him to the hull of the ship. And now the Norscan who was helping him is gone. Frustrated, he slumps back. Bad enough when his destiny was to be a slave. Is he to die on the ship?
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Mar 14, 2014 12:02
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Otto Otto gives Ilsa a sickly smile, and, looking at the trickle of water coming into the hold, says, "I'm certain they'll be back for us. They wouldn't leave us to die." He tries to figure out how much time he and Ilsa have before the hold fills with water. Not too long, is his guess. "I'm sure they'll be back once they find the keys." he says, without much conviction.
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Mar 17, 2014 11:57
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Otto "So, what brings you here?", he asks Ilsa as he keeps tugging at his chains. "What crime did you commit?", he asks, yanking on his bonds. Strength Roll (Against 5): 1d100 44
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Mar 24, 2014 02:14
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Otto Otto rattles his chains, hopelessly. He's doomed. Drowning is a quick death, he's heard, at least. He thinks for a minute of Fritz Bayer's son Hanse, who had drowned in a pond in the forest. Fritz and Hannelore were distraught, of course, but the boy, at least, looked peaceful. The rest of the slaves who could escape had already, leaving he and Ilsa down in the hold. Well, good for them, he supposed. At least they'd get out safely, even if he couldn't. His only consolation, such as it is, is hearing the squeals of the drowning rats. He's always hated rats.
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Otto Otto stands up, and his legs burn as he regains his footing, his muscles cramping from the extended time off them. Stepping out to the enterance, he takes a deep breath of the sea air. He was free. But what now? He was on a strange shore, with a bunch of strangers, his family and friends still gone, and the corrupt baron who enslaved his village still free to enjoy his wickedness. Indeed, Otto felt more lost than ever.
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Apr 13, 2014 15:56
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Otto Otto, now free, starts looking around the ship for salvage, focusing on the as yet unsearched aft hull. He doesn't expect that the ship will hold together much longer, and if there's anything that will help him and the group survive, he wants to find it now while he has the chance. Perception Test, Int 27 +10% (Excellent Vision) Perception roll (Against 37): 1d100 61
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Apr 23, 2014 02:08
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Otto Otto wants to look for more useful items in the hold, but the water is just too cold and rising fast. Grabbing the rope and the skin of liquid, he runs up to the (comparatively warm and dry) deck. They've got to get off of this boat, fast, he realizes, because none of them would last long in this water. Toughness Roll (Against 36): 1d100 83
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Otto Otto takes Ilsa's path up. "I think we got some bandages, and, failing that, some clothes we could make rags out of", he says in response to Ilsa's request for first aid supplies. He sits on a rock and looks at the rest of the survivors. "Who's hurt?" He picks up a piece of grass and then chews it. "Way I see it, we're all in deep poo poo. We don't know where we are or even what our status is. Are we slaves? Will people be looking for us? On the other hand, we're not underwater, and we're chained up on the ship anymore, so that's a plus. First thing we need to do is figure out how to stay alive, as I see it, then figure out where we are. Anybody have any skills to help us do that? I can trap food and blaze a trail, if that helps."
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Otto Otto holds the waterskin tightly. "Better to spill it out than give it to you.", he says to Growt. "The only way I'd give you water is if it's that swill you gave us on the boat. You don't deserve better."
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May 10, 2014 01:09
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Otto "This is foolish, you know", Otto observes, "And likely will get us all killed. But if we must get involved in this fight, throwing down rocks from the safety of the cliffs seems wisest."
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Jun 5, 2014 03:21
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Otto Otto, running down the slope, grabs a club and advances on the shaman, swinging the large club as he goes. He knew this was a bad idea. I don't know if I can get close enough to hit him, but if so, half a move to get towards him and half a move to attack. Attacking the Shaman: 1d100 22 which would be a solid hit code:
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Jun 8, 2014 14:12
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Otto Otto droped the now broken and useless club. Angry, he picked up another and swung again at the shaman, hoping that this time, his attack will have more effect. It probably would have, had it hit. However, the Shaman was able to twist out of the way at the last moment, letting Otto strike no more than a glancing blow on its shoulder, not visibly hurting it it at all. Attacking the Shaman: 1d100 66 code:
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Otto "Why won't you die?" Otto calls out as he swings the club at the Shaman's midsection, but the tension of the fight has him rattled, and he fails to connect. Aimed Attack (Against 41): 1d100 65
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Otto Otto has consistently been unable to hit the Shaman, in spite of numerous attempts, because, in spite of his strength and hardiness, Otto really is no fighter, just a woodsman untrained in actual physical combat. Still, even an untrained man can get a lucky shot, and, indeed, his concentrated efforts to connect with the Greenskin shaman actually hit the target, as his club connects with the Shaman's exposed right leg, and he lands a solid blow. Fighting the Shaman (Against 41): 1d100 18 Damage to the Shaman: 1d10+3 7 code:
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Jul 6, 2014 02:35
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Otto Otto, the battle over, pays little attention to the conversation around him, his mind trapped in the battle he's just seen; just participated in. His village was a peaceful one, and before they were rounded up by the baron's soldiers, they hadn't seen any real violence. If he were less shocked, he probably would have helped with gathering up the loot, or claimed the mace, or interacted with Keestake. Instead, he just looks at the corpses of the orks and goblins, and tears well up in his eyes while he starts shaking a little. Insanity check (against 31): 1d100 59 Gains 1 insanity point
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Jul 17, 2014 04:35
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Otto Otto, still shaken from his experiences earlier, looks at the temple complex and hears Keestake's words with dismay. "Is there no civilization outside these walls at all, then? Is the whole area given over to chaos and ruin?", he asks, almost with a sob, the despair and hopelessness evident in his voice.
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Otto "Shouldn't we...clean, what we can? This is a temple, a holy place, that's been desecrated. The least we can do for the goddes is getting rid of some of the filth." And with that, he starts cleaning.
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Otto Otto looks at the room. It's cleaner, but not much cleaner. Still, he feels a little better, knowing that he's done something for the goddess. He goes back in the kitchen, where he sees Friedrich cooking the orc-flesh, and he grimaces in disgust. It's too much like cannibalism for him, and while Otto has sunk, he hasn't sunk to those depths yet. Besides, who knows where those orcs have been. Otto will eat the pork. Otto will eat vegetables. Otto will eat rats if he has to, or miss the meal, but he's not eating the orc meat.
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Otto Otto hears the scream, and grabbing his club, runs upstairs. "Come on!", he shouts to Friedrich. "They might be in trouble!" code:
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Otto Otto, having run up the stairs, sees the situation unfold before him, lit by Ilsa's torch. If Otto were a braver man, he'd come to Kragg and Erik's aid. But the sight he sees fills him with terror at the creature that they face. Otto wants desperately to come to the defense of his companions. He wants desperately to help strike a blow against the creature that is threatening to kill them all. But he can't get his feet to move, or the arm holding the club to lift. He wants to help, but his body rebels. Fear Check (against 31): 1d100 47 And just in case: Attacking (base wp 31): 1d100 82 code:Epicurius fucked around with this message at 03:05 on Sep 11, 2014 |
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Otto Otto, roused to consciousness, sits up, and stares at Keestake, a wild look in his eye. "You're the owl!", he cries out, then he turns to the rest of the group. "We should go to the manor. We should help him, somehow. But we're safe here for tonight. Tomorrow, though, we need to go."
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Otto Otto listens to Mathuviel's words. "Are you sure a sweep of the building is wise? We don't know what's out there, and if we stay here, if there is anything, they might not bother us overnight. But if you want to go, I'll go with you. I don't know how much of the rest of the group is up to it. The attack by the ghoul left them pretty banged up." With that, he picks up his club and gets ready to follow her. Perception Roll (Base 27): 1d100 2 Search Roll (Base 13): 1d100 90
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Otto Otto wakes up, glad to see the new day after the chaos of the day before. He feels strangely refreshed, somehow stronger, revitalized. Maybe it was just the wonder that he had, so far, survived his experiences, and that he was still alive and well. Or maybe there was a greater force at stake, some blessing of the gods. At any rate, he was ready to do what Keestake required of him, whatever that might be. Advances bought: WS +5 WS +5 Wounds +1 Wounds +1 Remaining for advancement: +10 Strength +5 Agility +10 WP +1 Wound
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Otto Otto peers at the the shadow of the manor house. There would no doubt be danger inside, but at least he would be out of the cold and the rain, which was a kind of blessing itself. He stands there, hunched over, a miserable sight, trying (unsuccessfully) to will the rain off him, Perception Roll (Base 38): 1d100 24 Concealment Roll (Base 15): 1d100 48 I'll go in in front of Ilsa. Middle of the pack, if I can.
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Otto "I agree", Otto says. "Keestake it our guide. If he suggests we should go straight, we should trust him."
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Otto Otto lifts his club. The goblins outnumbered them, and that was bad, but they had a large, angry Norscan on their side, which was good, and a Dwarf, who came from a tradition of fighting goblins. Then, there were the rest of them. Still...he had to try. Letting out a scream, he runs forward, his club raised, ready to hit. Charging the Goblins (WS 43+10): 1d100 5 Damage: 1d10+3 6 code:
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Otto Otto turns his attention back to one of the goblins still in the fight. Raising his club up, he swings at the beast, trying to make contact. Aiming and Attacking the goblin (WS 43+10): 1d100 66-Miss code:
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Otto Otto swings again at the Goblins. If there IS something coming that's dangerous, the goblins need to be eliminated before it gets there, and from Keestake's reaction, it didn't look like whatever was coming was very friendly. Aiming and Attacking the goblin (WS 43+10): 1d100 73 Miss code:
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Otto Otto looks at the Orcs in horror. Choke point? Is it even possible to stop these things? Hurriedly, he stumbles after Keestake, who's quite possibly crazy, but who at least knows his way around.
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Otto Otto gets next to Mathuel and pulls at the stuck door. "Sea king, help us.", he prays to the strange god. But, by all the gods, this door is hard to open! Strength (35): 1d100 76 Fail
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Otto Otto desperately yanks at the door again, trying to pull it open with all his might, before the creature behind catches up to him and eats him. Strength (35): 1d100 35
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Otto Panicked by the approaching Grox, and afraid that his companions won't be able to hold it off, Otto closes his eyes, puts his fingers in the gap in the mosaic and PULLS. His muscles strain, and veins start showing on his reddened face. Strength (35): 1d100 18
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Otto After a look back and a cry of "Hurry up!", Otto quickly climbs down the latter. They had to get out of there.
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Otto Otto turns to Ilsa and asks, "Do you know what he's saying? What is this tongue?"
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Otto "Wait!", Otto cries out to Keestake. "I....I had a vision.", he explains. "Before. When I was unconscious. Before we ...came here. I dreamed I was a bird, an owl, flying above a tree. And around the tree were figures, all cloaked, burning it and laughing and joking. Then I saw a giant storm form over the island, and a sword, over the island, ready to cut it in half. And then, I saw....well, I saw us. Myself and the other people on the boat. All of us.", he says, looking at the Norscan. "Even the Norscan." He swallows. "The owl extended its wings, and it was like a blanket, and we all rested under the owl's wings, safe, as the dawn came. Then the owl flew towards the manor, down into the library. And then, I saw myself on a boat, with the Sea King, his wife and his heir, sailing away from the island just before the sword cut it in half." "Keestake", Otto pleads,. "You're the owl. I don't know what language you're speaking. I don't know if this is magic or what it is. I don't even know where my vision comes from. But it's a true vision. This island is going to be destroyed, and there's nothing you or I or anyone can do to stop it. Judgement is coming on the defilers of this place. But we aren't the cloaked men setting the tree on fire. I can't say even that we're all good people. I don't know what everyone here has done. But we don't deserve what's going to happen. I know that doesn't always matter. I know...I know that evil descends on the people who don't deserve it and the innocent suffer. But, Keestake. I was on the boat. It's the will of the Sea King that we get off the island before the doom comes to it.
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Otto "I don't see that we have much choice.", Otto says, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. And while I have no objection to your second condition, and no say over your third, as to the first, I would like to know exactly what swearing fealty to the Sea King and his line entails before I do it.
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