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Nagaw Perception vs 28: 1d100 94 I don't see poo poo.
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw lowers his axe as he sees nothing is waiting in ambush for them at the moment, and takes a cursory glance at the scene. Something made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end about all of this, and he strokes his beard in thought. "Somethin' about all this vexes me.. it ain't all linin' up right and pretty." He squats down, running his fingers along the blood on the side of the carriage and rubbing it between his fingers. It was still tacky, so it was relatively fresh. He brushes the blood off on his pants leg as he stands up and looks out into the forest, his brow furrowed. "Ain't any bodies. Horses was cut free. So maybe someone rode off on 'em, but where's the hoofprints?" "Anyone recognize these prints, then? Don't much look like greenskins to me, but I never much tracked 'em or paid attention to their feet."
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Aug 29, 2017 20:13
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Nagaw Hagaw During the trek to the town, Nagaw keeps his eye on the forest around them, glowering at the invisible threats that lurk in the shadows of the trees. He hums an old drinking song to himself under his breath as he walks, keeping in front of the others with his axe on his shoulder. When the glow over the town is finally visible, he narrows his eye and frowns. He's about to speak when the earth rumbles beneath him, and he gives Finn a glance. "Either that was an earthquake, or something's blowing up in that mine. But that..." He points towards the town, still frowning. ".. looks like a burnin' village to me." He sighs, slinging his axe from his shoulder. "And where there's a burnin' village, there's pillagers burnin' a village. Pick up yer feet, lads and lasses!" Nagaw starts off on a trot towards the town, his frown turning into a faint grin at the prospect of finally getting a fight and helping some poor people out.
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Aug 30, 2017 13:54
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw nods to Sinfonie, shouldering his axe once more as he walks through the side alley. "There's a tavern up this way. If there's survivors, they may be there." He pauses a moment, scratching at his beard. "Also might be the pillagers carousin' in the looted pub, too. Either way, I'm happy."
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Aug 31, 2017 05:29
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Nagaw Hagaw For the moment, the group had been able to enter the tavern unnoticed. They had the element of surprise and stealth at their disposal. Nagaw of course ruins this by cupping a hand by his mouth and yelling at the person lurking by the hearth. "Oi, you! By the fireplace! We're here ta help the town! Take off yer hood and let us get a look atcha!"
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Aug 31, 2017 23:22
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Nagaw Hagaw The dwarf lowers his axe to the floor, reaching up and touching the top of his mohawk. He looks at the residue from the burnt hair and pig fat and rubs it between his fingers, before laughing and shaking his head. "You manlings and your flintlocks! Yer makin' yer guns too drat small." Nagaw rests his axe back onto his shoulder and strides forward, his hand extended. "Nagaw Hagaw, at yer service. What are ye, some sorta witch hunter?"
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Sep 1, 2017 02:20
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Nagaw Hagaw The slayer is both visibly excited and agitated after looking through the spyglass, taking a step back and stroking his beard in thought. "By Grimnir's beard, it's the thaggoraki." He casts Finn a hard look before turning back to Bianca. "Lass, what are they doin' out here? How long have they been here?" He looks back out the window at the church, spinning the haft of his axe to twirl the head of it. "Bugrit.. they're the ones settin' off explosions in the mine, ain't they.."
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Sep 1, 2017 06:18
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw nods to Finn, moving back towards the door as he speaks. "I think your Reikslanders call 'em skaven. Schemin', connivin', cowardly little bastards. Finn's got the right of it; there's never just the handful. They seem like an endless tide of vermin at times." He stops, turning around and resting the haft of his axe on the ground. "Wait one bloody moment, here. There's only one damned thing that brings the raki out in numbers like this." At the mention of the skaven reacting to the gunshot, Nagaw grimaces and hefts his axe, turning back to the door. "Lass, do you know if any of the townsfolk here found any odd, green rocks? The sort which made them sick? The skaven LOVE the frurndarduraz."
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Sep 1, 2017 17:45
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Nagaw Hagaw The slayer points between himself and Finn alternatively with his thumb, glowering at Goswin. "Does it look like we think it's 'poxy cultists playin' slly buggers' lad? We've been dealin' with the raki for longer than your people have had a written language." He snorts. "And if I need to, I'll hold the whole of them off to let you lot rescue these villagers, but that's only if you refuse to stand and fight should it come to it."
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Sep 1, 2017 22:25
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Nagaw Hagaw The slayer grins, once more shouldering his weapon. "Awright, it's settled then, lads and lasses. We've got a village to rescue." He looks over to Bianca, cocking his head slightly. "Lass, this is me curiosity speakin' here, but have you checked out the bank yet? It seems untouched. I know the raki don't worry themselves too much in finances that ain't made of warpstone, but it's strange it's wholly untouched."
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Sep 5, 2017 04:25
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw grips his axe tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Alright, lads. Just two of 'em. I can handle this." He glances around at the desecrated graves and scowls, leaning forward as he begins to sprint. He barrels across the garden of Morr, his eyes narrowed and his teeth bared. The skaven not napping as his post notices Nagaw a moment too late as the slayer's axe bites deep into the creature's knee, sending the skaven sprawling to the ground and bashing its head against the stonework of the church itself. The napping skaven starts awake just as his friend collapses, but before he can react the slayer brings his axe upwards in a vicious arc, severing the skaven's head from its shoulders in one mighty swing. The body spasms before collapsing, blood pooling on the ground before the door. The dwarf turns back to the others, giving a broad grin and a bloody thumbs up. He motions the others over, taking a moment to bring the heavy heel of his boot down on the collapsed skaven's throat, grinding it down until the neck snaps. Nagaw Charge Attack vs 61: 1d100 28 Nagaw Damage: 2#2d10k1+5 14 15 Nagaw RF Confirm + Damage: 1d100 1 1d10 7 Critical Effects: 2#1d100 25 29 14 - 1 armor - 3 TB = 10 damage, they have 9 wounds so it's at -1/9 22 - 1 armor - 3 TB = 18 damage, he's at -9/9
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Sep 6, 2017 03:14
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Nagaw Hagaw Keeping his axe at the ready, Nagaw gives the others a nod, shouldering his axe for a moment to pull the door open slowly to take a peek inside himself.
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Sep 7, 2017 03:47
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Nagaw Hagaw The dwarf takes a slow, deep breath, taking a step back and turning slightly. "On three, lads. One.." He continues to step back, gripping his axe and lowering it slightly. "Two.." Nagaw surges forward, slamming his shoulder into the door and bursting into the church, his axe held low and ready for an upward swing. Charging the first skaven I see and cutting its rear end off.
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Sep 9, 2017 18:59
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Nagaw Hagaw The slayer takes in the battlefield in the span of a heartbeat, and immediately veers left, towards the skaven guarding the prisoners. He roars out a curse in Khazalid, burying his axe into the belly of one of the skaven. He pushes forward, knocking the rat man off balance before yanking his axe free, swinging the gore soaked blade into the air and bringing it down on the next skaven. The blade catches on the bone in the creature's arm, and he recoils back with the blade, grimacing at the fact the rat man yet survives. Nagaw Attack vs 81 (Two attacks): 1d100 37 2#2d10k1+5 10 14 Assuming the same stats as before, so 14 - 1 - 3 = 10 damage, -1/9 wounds 10 - 1 - 3 = 6 damage, 3/9 wounds Crit Damage Roll: 1d100 56 Crit Damage Roll (Fortune Reroll): 1d100 14 14 is a 5 crit, knocked to the ground and winded, must stand up and -30 to all rolls next turn John Dyne fucked around with this message at 20:13 on Sep 9, 2017 |
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Sep 9, 2017 19:58
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I went towards the skaven guarding the prisoners, yo. I think everyone dogpiled that way to save the prisoners, too.John Dyne posted:Nagaw Hagaw
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Nagaw Hagaw The skaven were reeling, but were beginning to recover quickly. A fight was going to be on their hands soon, and Nagaw knew that their sheer numbers might give them enough of an advantage to bring at least one of his comrades down. Dying to the verminous scum that were the raki certainly would suit the slayer's ambitions in regards to his oath, but to cost Dwarf-kind a runesmith in his quest? It was unthinkable. With a challenging bellow, Nagaw once more brings his axe around in a terrible downwards swing, cleaving through sinew and bone with a terrible crunch and tearing of meat, severing one of the skaven's arms at the shoulder and taking a chunk of torso along with it. The creature squeaks weakly as it collapses, and Nagaw brings his axe back up and to the left towards the nearest ratling, cleaving through the creature's hand and shaving most of the skin away from its bone all the way up its arm. Blood pours down the monster's arm as it hangs limp at its side, and it shrieks in pain and fear, a musky smell filling the room that Nagaw is all too familiar with. He grins; that musk meant the rat-thing was scared. And fear was infectious. "Press 'em, lads! These raki aren't enough to bring down a beardling, let alone a slayer and the proud descendants of Sigmar Heldenhammer, dwarf-friend! Slit their chittering throats and bury your axes between the shoulders of these backstabbing vermin!" Nagaw vs S9 and S10 vs 56: 1d100 4 2#2d10k1+4 14 8 Ulric Fury Confirmation: 1d100 93 1d10 1 failed to confirm 14 - 3 - 1 = 10 damage 8 - 4 = 4 damage Critical Effects (+10 and +5, respectively): 1d100 36 1d100 92 Skaven 10, at +5, has his arm demolished by the attack and anything in that right arm is dropped. 20% chance of dying each turn. Sudden Death crits are in effect per crit rules. Skaven 9, at +10, is instantly slain.
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw refuses to back down even in the face of the skaven ganging up on him, baring his teeth in a furious snarl as he tries to duck and weave through their clumsy, hacking blows. One of the skaven, however, does find its mark, the edge of its blade piercing his leather jacket and cutting a thin line across the slayer's bicep. There is a heartbeat of pause where both Nagaw and the ratkin stare at the wound in disbelief, before Nagaw hurls a barrage of Khazalid curses at the thing for daring to wound a dwarf with its shoddily crafted weaponry. However, his rage, and the fact the skaven know his fury and the fact he's going to beat the everliving tar out of them, makes the slayer's attacks go wide; the skaven easily get out of the way of his furious swings, leaving Nagaw open to counter-attack. Nagaw Attack S2 and S3 vs 51: 1d100 79 2#2d10k1+5 11 12 Nagaw Attack vs 51 on S2 and S3 (FP Reroll): 1d100 75 2#2d10k1+5 15 11 pre:WS: 51 TB: 5 W: 10/12 FP: 1/3 Armor: 1 (Body, Arms) Great Axe: 1d10+SB+1 DMG Impact, Slow Mighty Blow: +1 Melee DMG
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw glances at his arm where the skaven hit him, finding that the weak little rat-thing couldn't even pierce his skin. He barks a laugh in the skaven's face and starts to bring his axe around for the killing stroke when the grave robber decides to get involved in his fight, and he is forced to pull his swing up short to prevent from hacking her legs off. The dwarf curses in Khazalid under his breath, trying not to glower at the woman since her intentions were well placed. Nagaw Attack vs 61 at S2 and S4: 1d100 92 2#2d10k1+5 15 14 yet another ulric's fury that i didn't hit with :<
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Nagaw Hagaw "Rhunki!" Nagaw grits his teeth as he shoves past the fleeing skaven; he could split their heads open later, but letting a craftsman like Finn die to their treacherous ways would be something Nagaw could never atone for. Without thinking of his own well being, the slayer charges into the terrible mist, barreling towards Finn, feeling the toxic gas burn at his skin and eyes. He stops only a moment, hefting the wooden pulpit and hurling it through the window with a grunt, smashing out a secondary means of escape for the runesmith. "Get out, rhunki!" Nagaw turns his attention towards the humans now; there was more work to do if he were going to undo the work of the skaven here, and it wasn't going to be very pleasant for him. The gas was still spreading and he was prolonging his exposure. He bares his teeth without thinking, running towards the pile of bodies, doing what he can to get them on their feet or throw them onto his back and shoulders and get as many out as he can. Toughness is 51 and strength is 31.
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw sets the people he rescued down with their backs against gravestones or whatever will support them, before glancing to Finn. "Where's that bloody pie grobi? He needs to tend to these people. I'm going back in to see if I can pull a few more to safety before it gets too dangerous." The slayer moves to re-enter the church through the window, coughing into a clenched fist before taking a deep breath of air to climb back in and keep pulling people free. Unless Finn stops him, that is.
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Nagaw Hagaw The slayer nods appreciatively to the runesmith, placing his axe and his sword on one of the tables in the inn. In spite of diving into the mists twice, he doesn't seem too worse for wear, and actually seems to be in fairly good spirits. However, upon listening to the two well dressed, underworked elders griping to each other, the dwarf's face sours and he wheels on them, stomping across the tavern. "I recognize a hierarchy when I sees it, 'Krauss,' and I'm thinkin' the two of you might be up there a ways to the rest of these poor folk." He gestures towards the destitute and wounded, his eye narrowed. "I reckon, for the skaven I've killed, the cuts and bruises I've suffered, and the lungful of poison gas I sucked down helpin' you out, that I'm owed an explanation." He stares Krauss down, his face set in a hard frown. "And for whatever reason, I've got a hunch you're hip deep in rat poo poo on this one."
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Nagaw With a low snarl, the dwarf grabs hold of the fop's collar, yanking him down so he is face level with Nagaw. This close the man can see the ruin that was once Nagaw's eye, and can smell the blood and sweat on the slayer, as well as the sharp pungency of the killer gas the skaven used still clinging to his skin. When he speaks, his voice is a growl, low and terrible. "They're not beastmen, you flamboyant idiot. They speak your tongue and emerge from your mines, and I have this feelin' you know quite a bit more about them than you're lettin' on." He twists his hand in the man's shirt, getting a tighter grip and bringing him almost nose to nose with the slayer. "The lass there mentioned somethin' about knowin' about monsters, and while it certainly seems like you like to talk, that sure shut you up quick. For your sake, I recommend you find your gift of gab, lad." Nagaw's muscles tensen as he talks, the veins bulging on his neck and forehead and bicep. It's quite obvious the dwarf is angry and means business and does not want to deal with any bullshit.
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Nagaw Hagaw The dwarf folds his tree-trunk like arms across his broad, muscular chest pointedly, his good eye glaring at Krauss. He lets the grave robber try her diplomacy for a moment, and when Krauss takes on airs of superiority again, Nagaw harrumphs. "Alright, I see how it's gonna have to be." He reaches up and grabs the man by the ear, twisting it as he pulls him back down to his level. The slayer flashes Krauss a brilliant smile, tugging on his twisted ear as he begins to walk. "You and me are going to have a chat outside away from the prying ears of your neighbors and 'friends.'" The last word drips with sarcasm, and his fingers clamp down tight on the man's ear to make sure he doesn't try to yank away. He gives Finn an appreciative nod before picking up his sword, letting the rhunki work on his much more important axe. Nagaw sheathes the sword as he leads the banker outside like a spoiled child being scolded by its mother, glancing both ways down the road before crossing the street to the alley he and the others had originally come in. He unceremoniously lets the banker go and shoves him into the alley, folding his arms back across his chest. "Now no one can hear you, lad, save me. You tell me what you know so I can kill these rat men, and I won't say word one. You have that on a dwarf's oath." He fixes the banker with a firm stare, cracking the knuckles on his sword hand. "Mind, if you decide to run, or clam up, I'll show you why my clan was called Boulderfist."
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Nagaw Hagaw There is a long silence as the slayer studies the old man, his brow furrowed. After a moment, the dwarf chuckles, shaking his head. "I don't know how you humans can live with yourselves with the stupid krut you do to get a leg up. You know, we dwarves call them thaggaraki." As he speaks, Nagaw draws his sword, turning it this way and that as he studies it, the moonlight reflecting from it and illuminating his face. "We've fought them for longer than we can remember. Pages upon pages of the Dammaz Kron, our Great Book of Grudges, is dedicated to their race and the horrors they've inflicted upon us. We've fought them since before your Sigmar made himself an ally to us, before we gifted him the runic hammer that so many of you view as a holy symbol now." Nagaw looks up at the old man now, his face passive and expressionless. "So we know quite a bit about them, lad. We're taught about them, we study them, so we can better kill them. And we have learned so, so much from killing the raki. Which makes this very peculiar and very clear, all at the same time." He looks inquisitively at Krauss for a moment before his face suddenly twists into a mask of pure hatred and rage, his blade lashing out against the stone to create a shower of sparks that illuminates the alleyway in a cascade of dancing lights that twinkle off of the spittle on his teeth. "THE GREY RATS DON'T JUST BLOODY WALTZ AROUND OUT IN THE OPEN. THEY ONLY APPEAR WHEN THEY FEEL SAFE OR WHEN THEY'VE UTTERLY WON AND NO THREAT STANDS TAE THEM." He stalks forward, the vein on his forehead throbbing. He lowers the sword, his voice lowering with horror. "You've worked with them. You've profited off of them, or hoped to. You or someone else found the foul green stone, and that ALWAYS brings the raki running." "And you think you've won from all this. You really do. Your hide's been saved, things will go back to normal, trade will go back to normal, maybe some rivals are dead and gone. That's how it works for you manlings, isn't it? You're tenacious. You fall and get back on your feet and pick the pieces up and press forward. It's impressive, really. Bloody amazing." He shakes his head, now smiling earnestly as he goes to sheathe his sword. "It's like you've got a set of runic mechanical balls the size of damned grobi, lad. I can't even begin to fathom it." He looks at Krauss for a long moment, sighing. "My word is bond. You won't deal with an ounce of shame from any of this from your townsfolk." Rather than sliding his sword into its sheathe, however, Nagaw lunges forward in one sudden motion, using all of his weight and strength to drive the the blade into the man's gut and out through his back. He locks eyes with the man as he twists the sword, no joy or anger on the dwarf's face. "Pray you aren't delivered into the hands of Heldenhammer himself, lad." He jerks the blade from one side and to the other before yanking it free, the blade a dark red in the moonlight. "I've got a mess tae clean up now." Nagaw Murders Old Man vs 51: 1d100 5 grassy gnoll - Today at 5:21 PM More in the sense of "Is Nagaw willing to greviously harm this guy or kill him?" the answer is yes
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Nagaw Hagaw Justice had been done, and Nagaw felt good for it. He glances back at Bianca, giving her a wan smile and a nod. "It's good to see you're well, lass; we were worried about you." He kneels down, wiping the blood from his sword on the man's shirt before sheathing it proper. He moves behind the body and grabs it under the shoulders, keeping his face towards the woman so she can read his lips as need be. "Long story, but right now he ain't important. The rats have one of their shamans with them and that can only spell more disaster for us." He drags Krauss further into the shadows, dumping him unceremoniously onto the ground further back where he isn't so easily noticed. "I made an oath to this traitorous wretch that I wouldn't reveal his crimes to his townfolk, so if you know him, I can't say much." He gives a shrug; the slayer definitely has an air that he has done no wrong or injustice at the moment. He strides back into the moonlight, his face grim. "But there were about two dozen souls in that church that we've brought to the inn to recover, and the rest of the town is in the mine, workin' for the raki." "You're gonna have to trust me on this, lass. We can't cause a panic until the village is safe, and they're gonna have to be able to trust us so we can do that. When we've undone all that he's had his hands in, we can let these poor people know the truth." He folds his arms across his chest, frowning. "But if you want to tell them and make this that much harder, I can't and won't stop you. I've committed no crime, but my oath will not let me defend myself if you make it seem as if I had." He motions back to Krauss. "His crimes, when brought to light, will absolve me. But I can't reveal them because I swore not to, not yet at least." He shakes his head with a sigh. "I don't expect you to understand a dwarf's way of thinking, but either way we need to get inside where it's safe and make a plan."
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw shrugs, glancing down at himself. In the moonlight he couldn't tell where some blood ended and other blood began, and to be utterly honest, he hadn't particularly paid attention to the color of blood the skaven spilled. All he knows is it isn't fluorescent green. "I'll wash up in the trough, and we'll say he ran?" The slayer shrugs again, but his demeanor sours when the pie grobi rounds the corner. "Murray you shut your mouth and keep it that way. The old man's been workin' with the ratmen and we can't cause a panic or have them unable to trust us or each other." He looks to Bianca for a moment and sighs, running a hand over the bristles sprouting from where he last shaved part of his head. "Shove him in a trash can or something, I don't know. But be swift and quiet about it." He pauses before heading back to the tavern, glancing towards Bianca. "So you've checked out the bank, then? And he has some of that foul stone?" Nagaw spits, shaking his head with a sneer. "Idiot manlings.." He trails off, shaking his head as he goes to dunk himself in the horse trough.
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Nagaw Hagaw The slayer runs his thumb along the runic carving, nodding appreciatively. "Fine work, rhunki, absolutely nothing less than anyone would expect from your kind." Nagaw grins at Finn before setting the axe back down, nodding to the rest of the villagers. He glances to Goswin for a moment, after learning the boy has volunteered him (and the others) to defend the town, puffing his chest out. "Right, we'll run these rat vole pieces of filth out of your town. No dwarf will allow the heirs of Sigmar to suffer against the damned thaggaraki, and we've got a grudge to settle against them." He punches his right fist into his left palm with a sinister grin, cracking his knuckles afterwards. "We'll need to take the town back block by block, if the rat-things are even above ground now. I don't know how safe this tavern is, but is there anywhere in town more fortified than here? We can't spare much to guard the lot of you with suffering against the skaven ourselves."
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Sep 26, 2017 03:20
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Nagaw Hagaw The slayer shakes his head, folding his arms across his chest. "Quarry won't work. The ratling bastards can dig up from underneath us, and then our little fortress turns into a murder hole." He drums his fingers on his bicep, deep in thought. He casts a glance to the thief once she's done coughing, and an idea pops into his mind. "I got two options for you lot, and you might not like either. First of all, there's the bank. It's got a vault in it and banks in human lands tend to be very defensible. Beyond that? Second story of this tavern. Board up the windows and be ready to strike back if they try to break in. Beyond that?" He shrugs, watching Finn work his magic. "You evacuate while we handle the source of all this."
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Sep 28, 2017 23:05
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Nagaw Hagaw The slayer claps the runesmith on the shoulder, giving him a look of pride and a wide grin. "Good work, rhunki. I'll make sure your work gets put to good use in the mines here." He hefts the axe, running his thumb over the rune before slinging it onto his shoulder. "Now I hope you lads weren't thinking of collapsing the mine like a bunch of idiots." He surveys the crowd for a moment and shakes his head. "It'll just kill the people inside, and the skaven will just dig back in from below and keep at whatever they're at. A rat's not trapped just because you throw a blanket on top of it." He walks towards the window as he speaks, peering out into the street beyond. "We gotta take the fight to them, or find a way to lure 'em out." He gives Bianca a sidelong glance, scratching the side of his nose with his thumbnail, obviously in thought. "Miss, you've got keener eyes than a one eyed dwarf, I'd pray, so you mind coming here a moment?" When Bianca approaches, Nagaw speaks in a hushed voice, keeping his eyes out towards the street. "I reckon you've been into the bank, from your comment earlier. Did you find any of that foul stone?"
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Nagaw Hagaw The slayer nods grimly, but can't help but grin a little. "We can't all go out to face whatever it is." He follows the thief's glance back to the group and runs a hand through the bristles of his mohawk. "I'll head outside and see what we're dealing with. If a little luck follows me, won't be any need for alarm." He turns back to the window with a sigh. "But if Grimnir's callin' me tonight, then keep the lad out of the fight. His heart is in the right place but someone needs to teach him how to swing a sword proper before he gets stuck in too deep. Send the grave re-digger after me if need be; you two seem to have a habit of making fingers at each other and it isn't hard to put two and two together on that one." With that, Nagaw gives the group another glance and slips out the front door as undetected as he can muster. He hoped that little bit of luck was following him, especially for the sake of the others; whatever it was, if it killed him, it might not have much to slow it down before going to the others. Running his thumb over the engraved rune once more, Nagaw sighs and strides out into the street, standing defiantly and watching for whatever may be approaching.
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw gives his axe a few experimental one-handed swings before slapping the haft near the head of the weapon into his open palm, talking a step forward and raising his voice, forceful and full of pride. "I am Nagaw Ragnison, of Clan Boulderfist, known to the world of manlings as Nagaw Hagaw, pit champion! By my oath to Grimnir and by the pages upon pages in my ancestor's tomes of grudges, I have sworn to end the tyranny your rotten kind has brought here!" The slayer continues forward, his chest puffed out and his teeth bared; he slams the butt of the axe onto the ground, standing defiantly in the center of the intersection. "I fear nothing of your kind, for I am fear incarnate to your race! I am the son of Grungi and Valaya! I am shieldbearer and ironbreaker! I have faced the mutants of the north and the greenskins of the south!" He slams his fist against his chest and thrusts it into the air. "I am dwarf, and I bring vengeance for my ancestors! Even in the face of your cowardly numbers, I will be your ruin!" He begins to beat the butt of his axe against the cobblestone, his head lifted in pride and his shoulders squared, slapping his hand against his chest in the same rhythm as he chants. "Khazukan Kazakit-ha! Khazukan Kazakit-ha! Geshud! Etar! Anil Nokor!"
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Nagaw Hagaw Nagaw snarls at the disgusting creature padding towards them and cries out once more, hefting his axe into the air as he breaks into a sprint to meet its charge. He brings his axe down with all of his might on what he assumes to be the creature's head twice, though the second blow lacks the strength of the initial blow. He steps back, once more covered in the blood of the rat monsters, his good eye gleaming with a mix of hatred and excitement. "C'mon, thaggaraki bastard! Kill me if you can, before I kill you!" He laughs madly, before adding grimly, "But we both know ye can't." Nagaw Charge vs 71: 1d100 20 2#2d10k1+5 DAMAGE 15 11 Nagaw Confirm UF vs 71: 1d100 72 FUUUUUUUUUUCK
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Nagaw Hagaw The slayer smacks away the two biting heads with the flat of his axe, ducking this way and that to make the task of biting him even more difficult. He laughs as he uses the opportunity to once again slice his axe across the monstrosity's faces, drawing blood and further enraging the idiot beast. "The beast's hide is thick, but you just need to bury the blade deeper, lad! Go for its underbelly if you can! I've got the little bastard right pissed at me, ha!" Nagaw Attack vs 81 (Two Attacks, GANG UP BONUS): 1d100 51 2#2d10k1+5 12 11 4 and 3 damage per hit, respectively.
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Nagaw Hagaw Leaving his axe in the dirt for a moment, Nagaw wipes away the rat blood from his good eye with the back of his hand, spitting on the corpse of the rat monstrosity. "Figures the thaggaroki can't give me a good death. Didn't even give me a single bruise!" He laughs, hefting his axe back onto his shoulder. "Right then. We've got a mine to liberate." 500 XP is a lot but I won't look a gift rat in the mouth. 3 wounds for 300 XP, 5 strength for 100 XP, and 5 willpower for 100 XP. Leaves me needing 3 advances to become an even mightier slayer.
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Nagaw Hagaw "Don't be daft. You think they've got the people of this town mining down there in pitch black, pointing and saying 'hit that spot with the pickaxe' and hoping they don't damage anything? Trust me, the skaven are as stupid as they come, but they don't dare risk their warpstone, if there's any to be had." Nagaw keeps his voice down low as he watches the patrols, scratching his beard in thought. "Not too many patrols. Could probably take one out without an alarm, if we hit it hard and fast enough, like at the church."
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Nagaw Hagaw With a grim chuckle, the slayer launches himself from the bushes, his axe dragging along the dirt before he brings it upwards in a horrible, rending arc that splits the first skaven he hits in half from hip to shoulder. He shoulders past the skaven and brings the axe down in a might blow that shatters the next skaven's skull like an overripe melon, and for a moment the axe becomes stuck in the filthy creature's ribcage. Nagaw gives the weapon a firm yank but finds it won't give, and with more rat men to kill, he doesn't have time to expose his flank; these miserable clan rats would NOT be a glorious death at all. Foregoing his axe and letting the dead skaven slump to the ground, the dwarf cracks his knuckles as he balls up his fists, roaring out as he slams his meaty fist into the snout of the first raki to get in close. He weaves back, avoiding a clumsy swing from its blade before he pounds his fists into its face once more. dazing the beast and causing its weapon to fall from its grip. He grabs the beast by its throat and squeezes with all of his might, the rat's eyes popping as it scratches at Nagaw's stout wrists, earning another pop between the eyes to stun it. With a wrench of his wrist, the creature's neck snaps, and Nagaw turns quickly, catching the blade of another of the filthy rats with the corpse of its ally. Nagaw tosses the corpse at the new challenger, causing it to fall back and squeak in panic. The slayer wastes no time and climbs on top of the rat pile, stomping viciously on the monster's throat with the heel of his steel shod boots, scowling as blood flecks upwards on him as he mashes the beast's throat and spine beneath his feet. He grinds with the final stomp, panting slightly as he raises his bloodied fists, his forearms and chest slicked with blood. "C'mon then! I've had nastier scraps with stuffed shirt Imperial nobs who thought it'd be fun to go a round with the likes of me!" Nagaw Attacks vs 121 and 81: 2#1d100 12 49 Four attacks, four dead skaven.
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Nagaw Hagaw Giving the netting only a passing glance, Nagaw straps his weapons to his body with leather belts he had taken from the storehouse and leaps out over the chasm. He takes hold of one of the ropes in his meaty fists, sliding down part way on the rope as it swings out due to his weight before he hits the rock feet first. The dwarf's calloused hands burn from the descent, but there wasn't much else he could do now but take the rope all the way down. There were rat-things that needed to answer a few grudges. Nagaw Climb vs 36: 1d100 35
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