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This is a dark age, a bloody age, an age of daemons and sorcery. It is an age of battle and death, and of the world's end. Amidst all the fire, flame, and fury it is a time, too, of mighty heroes, of bold deeds and great courage. At the heart of Old World sprawls the Empire, the largest and most powerful of the human realms. Known for its engineers, sorcerers, traders and soldiers, it is a land of great mountains, mighty rivers, dark forests, and vast cities. And from his throne in Altdorf reins the Emperor Karl Franz, sacred descendant of the founder of these lands, Sigmar, and wielder of his magic warhammer. But to the west lies Bretonnia, a land of chivalry and inequality; ruled by the good King Leoncoeur, it is a nation devoted entirely to promoting nobility and justice above all else. Knights quest endlessly for the Holy Grail of the Lady of the Lake in hopes to gain her blessing. It is a nation of 12 states, each ruled by a duke who answers to the king.. .. save for Mousillon, the lost dukedom, a cursed and miserable land where the nobility has been left to its own devices and horrors stalk the night. Here, in this bedevilled corner of Bretonnia, is where a villainous thief has fled to escape justice after tainting the honor of a lady of Lysonne, Mousillon's neighbor to the north. ===  Beautiful and scenic Mousillon. Not shown: rapists, murderers, undead, in any combination. Lyonesse is a fine and fertile duchy north of Mousillon, ruled by Duke Adalhard. The Duke is a just enough ruler and the duchy's knights josut, its ladies pray, and its peasants toil just as they all should. However, in any society, there are malcontents and criminals. In recent years, Lyonesse has been tormented by one in particular: Guido LeBeau, bandit, agitator, womanizer, thief, and killer. Some unsavory elements among the peasants have adopted LeBeau as a symbol of peasant revolution, and some have even suggested LeBeau's example shows a commoner might be as strong and just as a noble knight. This is plainly unacceptable, and Duke Adalhard has for some time offered a price on LeBeau's head. The last straw came when the diamond-set circlet of Lady Augistine was stolen. Lady Augistine, lady in waiting to Adalhart's wife, Ismene, was much distraught having seen LeBeau sneaking into her chambers and rummaging through her things. LeBeau, not being a shy or sensible man, boasted of the theft in some taverns of ill-repute to some of the patrons, some of which knew the news would put them in good favor with the Duke. Adalhard has raised the price on LeBeau's head to include a grant of land in Lyonesse, and he has taken to the very un-knightly step of summong adventurers to pursue LeBeau. Whether you are a true son of Bretonnia or a wanderer who has followed the scent of adventure to Mousillon, you find yourself within the vaunted city itself, and by Sigmar is it unique. The sights, the smells, ESPECIALLY the smells, are something you might not be prepared for. Duke Adalhard has sent you ahead of some other hires he had, realising he had sent them on a more circuitous route than he had intended. Now, you must wait for them to arrive.. == Welcome to Warhammer Fantasy 2nd Edition! I'm going to be running the Barony of the Damned, an adventure that takes the party into the heart of Mousillon, which is the lovely part of not-France in Warhammer Fantasy. We are pre-Age of Sigmar here so Bretonnia is still relevant, yay! Character creation will be done in the standard manner; post letting me know your interest, and I will roll you two races and two class choices, giving you four choices all together. I am using the Career Compendium, so it will be a 1d1000 roll to see what you get, and there's quite a few options. Roll up your stats, one roll per stat applied however you like rather than in order, and use Shallya's mercy on the lowest (turning something lower than an 11 into an 11.) If you get a legitimately horrible roll where nothing is above 11, then I'll let you reroll everything ONCE, but you must take the second roll no matter what. I also offer what's been affectionately called MANMODE, where I roll once for race and class and you're stuck with what you get. I'll explain the benefit to this in a moment! Once you have selected your career and race, go ahead and build your stats and take every skill and all of the trappings of that career. Then, no matter what, you get TWO free advances, meaning two +5 advances to primary stats, two +1 advances to a secondary, or a mix. If you went MANMODE, you get FOUR advances. On top of this, you will have 500 XP to spend to get you back up to par with the others. Here's the list of your illustrious comrades: Greyleaf, Elf Thug who is literally the worst Jotunn Heavy-Hand, Dwarf Outlaw who'd punch his own grandma for a gold coin Henri de Vienne, Human Knight-Errant who is a man Gunnbjorn Magnusson, Norse Berserker with a heart of gold Cat Hogberry-Patch, Halfling Hunter with a claw of bear Archibald Middlemoot, Halfling Litigator who is just there Recruitment will be open until April 27th, wherein I'll grab two people and shove you face first into the game to deal with the others and hunt down this thief. Game Thread Original Recruitment Thread  QUICK AND DIRTY CHARACTER CREATION RIGHT HERE IN ADDITION TO CAREER TRAPPINGS, EVERYONE STARTS WITH:
a tattered cloak a dagger tucked in a boot or belt a sling bag or a backpack containing a blanket a wooden tankard a wooden cutlery set a good craftsmanship weapon suiting your combat style (axe, club, sword, longbow, etc.) a purse holding 4d10 Gold Crowns (gc) If you need help or advice, we are in #acolyte on synirc.net, or you can join the Acolyte discord - https://discord.gg/xXpSEDj COMPLETED APPS ELF Dachsundofdoom - Liliana, Elf Apprentice Wizard Moonwolf - Vithoth, Elf Kithband Warrior HUMAN Waci - Iseult Silvestre, Human Grail Pilgrim ilootthecorpse - Louis du Mousillion, Human Temple Guardian PIE GOBLIN MaliciousOnion - Sunny Thistleberry-Winkins, Halfling Bounty Hunter DWARF Serious BusinessManga - Othun Caskbringer, Dwarf Smuggler thatbastardken - Sunni Bronsfind, Dwarf Protagonist INCOMPLETE APPS chin up everything sucks - Aubelet d'Piemont, Halfling Noble John Dyne fucked around with this message at 15:50 on Apr 25, 2018 |
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One, MANMODE please, garçon.
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Dachshundofdoom, you are an Elf Apprentice Wizard. Not only are you some knife-eared rear end in a top hat, but you wield the Winds of Magic and are capable of amazing things, which also means you are ear marked to self-destruct at some point because that's just how magic do in the Old World. Due to the danger and possibility of loving up inherent in this career, I am offering a one-time reroll on class if you don't want to become demonically possessed from lighting a candle with your mind. MaliciousOnion, you are a Halfling Bounty Hunter. You relentlessly hunt down your mark, kicking down doors and frightening small children, an incredible badass stalking through the nights whose name is whispered with fear and contrition by the criminals of the Old World.. or you would be if you weren't literally 3 feet tall and fat as all gently caress.  Waci, you are a Human Grail Pilgrim. You are a lowly peasant devoted to the Lady of the Lake, and you have likely taken up this job due to the fact you'd be following around a real Grail Knight. He is your link to the divine, and for this, you treat him like a king, fetching things for him, defending him in battle, and stealing his bones if he dies. 
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Apr 21, 2018 13:59
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Manmode sounds like a fun distraction.
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Alectai, you are a Dwarf Bodyguard. You're well accustomed to being the growling muscle to some rich idiot, and most people understand just how tough a dwarf is. Most people. You're there for the REST of the people who decide to test that toughness.
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Apr 21, 2018 20:39
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Manmode me.
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Apr 21, 2018 20:58
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Moonwolf, you are an Elf Kithband Warrior. You are a true wood elf, in that you live in the woods and are an elf. Maybe you're from Athel Loren, maybe you're from the Empire, all that matters is you have pointy ears and like bows.
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Rerolls are for cowards and becoming demonically possessed trying to light a candle with my mind is exactly what I've always wanted. Liliana See the world, he said. Practice your magic under real conditions, he said. A worthy apprentice needs experience, he said. Liliana was seriously starting to suspect her master was trying to get rid of her, but at this point it didn't matter. For one thing, she was stuck deep in Mousillon, in the worst city she'd ever encountered in an entire continent of terrible cities, blindly hoping those other people the Duke had sent in would actually show up. This job had seemed like a better idea at the time. For another thing, spite was the only thing keeping her going at this point. If she could come back to Ulthuan with an expanded knowledge of magic and a few war stories, she could rub it in that smug Master Lorian's face, show him she didn't need his help to become worthy of joining the High Lords. If she went slinking back now, he'd just say she wasn't worthy of his time. And frankly, whether he was trying to get rid of her or not, he might be right. Plus, all she had to her name right now was 10 crowns, so she'd appreciate whatever payday the Duke had offered. Something about land? She hadn't really been listening when he talked, human nobles were so laughably self-important for mayflies. She'd just ask for gold if she could. She certainly wasn't going to settle down in this wretched country. So, all she had to do was not die, and then everything would be fine. Well, to be more accurate, she just had to not die in the province of the damned. Even though all she had to protect herself with was a bow. Not a proper bow, a sad human imitation that no self-respecting elf would be caught dead with. Oh, and there was also her ability to sometimes throw some painful light at someone if she concentrated really hard and didn't blow herself up in the process. Lightshows were usually good for chasing off the riff-raff peasants of the Old World, but she'd found that some of the locals were a little more carnivorous than your average backwoods inbreds. So, assuming that the other group existed and actually reached this wretched capital city, and assuming that the locals didn't decide it would be fun to kill their local Elven wizardess before or after that happened, and assuming that nothing else terrible happened before or after they could catch this LeBeau character, and assuming they could make it back out of this horrible place, everything would be fine. Easy. pre:Name: Liliana Race: Elf Career: Apprentice Wizard Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP| FEL| Starting : | 33 | 45 | 33 | 31 | 44 | 34 | 35 | 28 | Advance : | -- | -- | -- | -- | 05 | 10 | 15 | 05 | Taken : | -- | -- | -- | -- | 05 | 05 | 15 | -- | Gained : | -- | -- | -- | 05 | -- | 05 | 05 | -- | Current : | 33 | 45 | 33 | 36 | 49 | 44 | 55 | 28 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 11 | 3 | 3 | 5 | 0 | 0 | 1 | Advance : | - | 02 | - | - | - | 1 | - | - | Taken : | - | 02 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 1 | 13 | 3 | 3 | 5 | 1 | 0 | 1 | Skills: Academic Knowledge (Magic) Channeling Common Knowledge (Elves) Magical Sense Perception Read/Write Search Speak Arcane Language (Magick) Speak Language (Classical, Eltharin, Reikspiel) Talents: Aethyric Attunement Coolheaded Excellent Vision Night Vision Petty Magic (Arcane) Savvy Specialist Weapon Group (Longbow) Very Resilient Trappings: GC Longbow Quarter Staff Backpack Printed Book Common Clothing Tattered Cloak Dagger Backpack w/ Blanket Wooden Tankard + Cutlery Purse (10 gc) XP + Advances: 500/500 MAG +1 (Free) +1 Wound (Free) +1 Wound (Free) Very Resilient (Free) WP +5 (100) WP +5 (100) WP +5 (100) Int +5 (100) Agi +5 (100) Wounds, Fate, GC: 1d10 7 1d10 4 4d10 10 Dachshundofdoom fucked around with this message at 04:33 on Apr 24, 2018 |
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Apr 22, 2018 00:00
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MANMODE me!
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Apr 22, 2018 02:12
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chin up everything sucks, you are a Halfling Noble. You are a fat rich little bastard who heard the food and culture in Bretonnia was REALLY suitable to those suffering from chronic affluenza. You're probably doing this to earn a favor from a duke and rub elbows with the real aristocracy of Bretonnia. 
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Apr 22, 2018 03:57
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The best part of being a Noble had to be the parties. There was always someone throwing a feast, a hunt, a birthday or even just a social. They would invite all of the other nobles over for a few days, maybe a week, and everyone would eat and have fun. Even if you weren't invited, you could just show up and they would let you join in the festivities in exchange for news and gossip. Aubelet made finding and traveling to these events a personal pastime of his. He might even call it his job, or, better, his holy pie-day inspired duty, to seek out all of the entertainments he could find and crash them for food, wine and fun! That was how he made his way out of the Moot, through the Stirland and Ostermark (really a terrible place, the food was so bland), back through the delicious meats of the wilds of Talabecland and then the high feasts of Reikland and out into the delicious foreign cuisines of Bretonnia! In fact, the head chef of Duke [insert name here] was so good, and so accommodating, that Aubelet found himself staying indefinitely, challenging the chef to produce ever more extravagant meals to tease his palette. While some of the servants were so kind as to regularly remind him of other feasts being held in nearby towns (with cuisine apparently to die for), Aubelet found himself unwilling to continue on his culinary journey... until a servant one day approached him with a bill for his last months stay. An amount far in excess of his current liquid funds, in fact. It took a bit of haggling (and some pleading, but no begging or sobbing, no matter what the rumors say) for Aubelet to agree to repay his bill through a few minor tasks for the Duke, mostly keeping an eye on some wastrel mercenaries who were themselves working on tasks in the Dukes name.  pre:Name: Aubelet d'Piemont Race: Halfling Career: Noble Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 24 | 42 | 20 | 23 | 37 | 30 | 35 | 41 | Advance : | 10 | 05 | -- | -- | 05 | 05 | 05 | 10 | Taken : | 10 | 05 | -- | -- | 05 | 05 | 05 | 10 | Gained : | 10 | 05 | -- | -- | 05 | 05 | 05 | 10 | Current : | 34 | 47 | 20 | 23 | 42 | 35 | 40 | 51 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 10 | 2 | 2 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 2 | Advance : | - | 02 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | - | 01 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 1 | 11 | 2 | 2 | 4 | - | 0 | 2 | Skills: Academic Knowledge (Genealogy/Heraldry) Blather Common Knowledge (Halflings) Common Knowledge (The Empire) Consume Alcohol Charm Gamble Gossip Read/Write Ride Speak Language (Halfling) Speak Langauge (Reikspiel) +10 Trade (Cook) Talents: Etiquette Luck Night Vision Public Speaking Resistance to Chaos Savvy Schemer Specialist Weapon Group (Sling) Trappings: Foil Main Gauche Noble's Garb Riding Horse w/ Saddle and Harness A dagger tucked in a belt Backpack containing a blanket A wooden tankard A wooden cutlery set A good craftsmanship sling staff 28gc Jewelry worth 32gc XP + Advances: 500/500 +5 WS (free) +5 WS (free) +5 Fel (free) +5 Fel (free) +5 BS (100xp) +5 Ag (100xp) +5 Int (100xp) +5 WP (100xp) +1 Wound (100xp) chin up everything sucks fucked around with this message at 20:18 on Apr 25, 2018 |
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Apr 22, 2018 04:36
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It's hard to resist the allure of MANMODE. Let's see what nightmare I get to roll up. 
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 Iseult "Isaac" Silvestre She cursed Mousillon under her breath for the tenth time in as many minutes. Praying whatever she had just stepped on had come from an animal instead of a person, she wipes her boot and steps into the first recognisably inn-like place she could find. She gives the innkeeper the same false name she had given the duke and starts trying to drink away everything she had seen, heard, and, the Lady forbid, smelled since leaving Lyonesse. Iseult had volunteered for the task for the sake of following the handsome and well-mannered knight that had passed by the castle some days earlier, trusting in her (evidently correct) assumption that his grace duke Adalhard wouldn't notice one of his many maids suddenly disappearing at the same time as a stable-hand nobody had ever met was hired. The duke hadn't batted an eye at her lies, and had in fact equipped her rather generously. She now realised she hadn't actually gotten away with anything, as having to travel through Mousillon could only be her punishment, a divine consequence of lying to her lawful lord. At least the dukes generosity found her wine that wouldn't make you blind and bread that wouldn't try to bite back even in a place like this. She considers the cup in front of her and the five years' pay worth of gold and steel hanging off her belt, and calls for more to drink. No matter how sorely this damned place needed the Lady's grace and a knight's valour, it didn't need her sobriety right now. pre:Career: Grail Pilgrim
Current skill profile
Main Profile
WS BS S T Ag Int WP Fel
46 31 37 42 40 30 31 46
Secondary Profile
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Career Advance scheme
Main Profile
WS BS S T Ag Int WP Fel
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Advances bought so far
Main Profile
WS BS S T Ag Int WP Fel
+10 +5 +5 +5 +5 +0 +0 +5
Secondary Profile
A W SB TB M Mag IP FP
0 +2 NA NA NA 0 NA NA
Skills:
Common Knowledge (Bretonnia +10)
Speak Language (Bretonnian)
Gossip
Charm
Dodge Blow
Intimidate
Outdoor Survival
Talents:
Suave
Very Resilient
Etiquette
Hardy
Specialist Weapon Group (Two-handed)
Stout-hearted
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Halberd
Light Armour
Bits that Fell off the Back of Sir Henri
common clothing consisting of a shirt, breeches, and worn boots
tattered cloak
dagger
backpack containing a blanket
wooden tankard
wooden cutlery set
good craftsmanship sword
23gc
Careeer exits:
Battle pilgrim, Carcassone shepherd, mercenary, herrimault, vagabond
Advances this career:
Freebie: +5 WS
Freebie: +5 WS
Freebie: +5 BS
Freebie: +5 S
+5 T
+5 Ag
+5 Fel
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https://orokos.com/roll/616116 https://orokos.com/roll/616118 https://orokos.com/roll/616204 Waci fucked around with this message at 16:54 on Apr 22, 2018 |
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Sunny Thistleberry-Winkins Being a halfling means everyone's always looking down on you, both figuratively and literally. Sure, dwarves might not do it literally but they more than make up for it with the figurative. Except in my case, they're also looking down on me literally. Being the runt of a family of typically short people tends to give ya an inferiority complex. And of course my parents decided to name me Sunny, because of course they loving did. The only advantage of all of this cowshit is that people underestimate me. Usually only once. They don't get a second chance, see? That's why I always get my man. Is it fair? No, but since when has life been about 'fair'? Was it fair that I was always picked last in sports, and then only to be used as the ball? I can work with others, but I don't trust anyone taller than me, which means anyone. Working in a team means I'm just less likely to be a target. pre:Name: Sunny Thistleberry-Winkins Race: Halfling Career: Bounty Hunter > Targeteer Height: 3' 2" Weight: 50 lb Hair: Light Brown Eyes: Blue Distinguishing Marks: Earring Siblings: 3 Star Sign: Mammit the Wise Age: 50 Birthplace: Averland Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP| FEL| Starting : | 21 | 40 | 27 | 26 | 41 | 29 | 32 | 48 | Advance : | 05 | 40 | 10 | 10 | 25 | 10 | 20 | 15 | Taken : | 05 | 10 | 05 | -- | 10 | -- | 05 | -- | Gained : | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | 05 | Current : | 26 | 50 | 32 | 26 | 51 | 29 | 37 | 53 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M |MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 8 | 2 | 2 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 3 | Advance : | 1 | 4 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | - | 2 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 1 | 10 | 2 | 2 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 1 | Skills: Academic Knowledge (Genealogy/Heraldry) Common Knowledge (Halflings) Follow Trail Gossip Intimidate Outdoor Survival Perception Search Shadowing Silent Move Speak Language (Halfling, Reikspiel) Trade (Farmer) Talents: Marksman Night Vision Resistance to Chaos Rover Sharpshooter Specialist Weapon Group (Entangling, Sling) Suave Trappings: Crossbow with 10 bolts Net Light Armour (Leather Jerkin and Leather Skullcap) Manacles 10 Yards of Rope Common clothing Tattered cloak Dagger Backpack containing a blanket Wooden tankard Wooden cutlery set Good craftsmanship crossbow 17 gc XP + Advances: 500/500 WS +5 (free) BS +5 (free) BS +10 (free) S +5 (free) AG +5 AG +10 WP +5 W +1 W +2 MaliciousOnion fucked around with this message at 05:26 on Apr 24, 2018 |
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 Kurnous above, what have I got myself into. Using time away from the forest to get some money and make allies seems like a good idea, and then you end up in a stinking pit that claims to be a city, surrounded by murderous swamps and shambling undead. People tried to warn you about Mousillon, and you brushed them off, you've fought beastmen in the woods, what dangers could be here to worry you. Well, not beastmen, but enough undead to grow old putting down, and a ludicrous amount of deadly vegetation. Foolish pride, you'd think you were from Ulthuan. Hopefully the others would arrive soon, and you could catch this thief and rabble-rouser, and see to whatever reward you're given. There would certainly be someone who could be landed in the group, and having a friendly place would be good in the future. pre:Name: Vithoth of the Arahai Race: Elf Career: Kithband Warrior Height: 6' Weight: 125 lbs Hair: Brown Eyes: Silver Siblings: 1 Age: 32 Birthplace: Athel Loren Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | IN | WP | FE | Starting : | 34 | 49 | 31 | 30 | 45 | 31 | 37 | 29 | Advance : | 05 | 05 | | | 10 | 10 | 05 | | Taken : | 05 | 05 | | | 10 | 10 | 05 | | Current : | 39 | 54 | 31 | 30 | 55 | 41 | 42 | 29 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 11 | 4 | 3 | 5 | - | 0 | 2 | Advance : | - | 02 | - | - | - | - | - | 0 | Taken : | - | 02 | - | - | - | - | - | 0 | Current : | 1 | 13 | 4 | 3 | 5 | - | 0 | 2 | http://orokos.com/roll/616189 http://orokos.com/roll/616191 Skills: Common Knowledge (Elves) Concealment Dodge Blow Follow Trail Heal Outdoor Survivial Perception Scale Sheer Surface Silent Move Speak Language (Eltharin, Breton) Talents: Specialist Weapon Group (Longbow) Coolheaded Excellent Vision Marksman Night Vision Warrior Born Trappings: Common clothing consisting of a shirt, breeches, and worn boots A tattered cloak A dagger tucked in a boot or belt A sling bag A wooden tankard A wooden cutlery set A good craftsmanship sword A purse holding 17 Gold Crowns, 16 silver shillings Elfbow w/ 30 arrows Light Armour (Leather Jack) http://orokos.com/roll/616202
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ilootthecorpse, you are a Human Marauder. Whether you are from the icy north, the southern deserts, or the mystical east, you are pretty much just devoted to up and killin' folk for your personal amusement and/or gain. You are highly susceptible to Chaos corruption and you don't really jive with the concepts of 'civilization' or 'society' or 'pants.' Since this is a fairly limited career I will give you the option to reroll, though you will stay human.
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I could use a rolled up Manmode set too if you're still around. My request post is kinda buried in a pile of sheets haha.
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I'll accept your offer and take Sensible-Adult Mode.
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Successful Businessmanga posted:I could use a rolled up Manmode set too if you're still around. My request post is kinda buried in a pile of sheets haha. oops I think I had rolled you up one but forgot to post it. I'll fix that. Serious Buisnessmanga you are a Dwarf Smuggler. Mousillion needs goods, and your employer HAS those goods, but there's this whole nonsense about tariffs and trade laws and you're a good, honest dwarf looking to help the sons of Sigmar in their time of need so you don't have time for that poo poo.  ilootthecorpse you are a Human Temple Guardian. Your job in life is to keep would-be thieves and zealots from snatching up the good candlesticks and religious relics of your chosen church. If you're from Bretonnia, you'll have an obvious interest in the Grail Chapel in Mousillion. 
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gently caress me, give me MANMODE
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John Dyne posted:Serious Buisnessmanga you are a Dwarf Smuggler. Mousillion needs goods, and your employer HAS those goods, but there's this whole nonsense about tariffs and trade laws and you're a good, honest dwarf looking to help the sons of Sigmar in their time of need so you don't have time for that poo poo.  Orthun Caskbringer Wounds: 12/12 Fortune: 1/1 AP: 1 (All) TB: 4 Travelling the world has been a particularly confusing effort for Orthun. If he had it his way he'd be back with his clan in Karak Hirn, participating in the drawn out efforts at preparing to strike back at the thieving greenskins that had taken over his clan's original home. Delivering vengeance upon a grudge of that magnitude wasn't something that could be prepared for quickly or cheaply. Strides have been made, but expenses are racking up, and so Orthun and many like him have been sent out into the world to scour up connections and coin wherever they may be found. Orthun's first full immersion into the day to day life of traveling across the Empire had been interesting for lack of a better word. The sheer number of times he'd been mistaken for a Slayer in some small border town whilst simply fulfilling a contract to haul grain across a temporary border was frankly ridiculous, the Umgi had no common sense in their heads at all it seemed. Still they were in a bad way these days, and it paid well enough to help them out from time to time, so he'd forgive them in time for their blunders. Pay has been trickling steadily back home to supplement the home guard's own profits, but expenses have begun to pick up faster than the Umgi can pay for their minor trinkets and so Orthun has had to change tack to find more immediate funds. Opportunity presented itself in the form of Duke Adalhard. Orthun's clan could likely have made use of the plot of land the Duke was offering for the head of LeBeau, but when the clan calls for an immediate injection of funds, well Orthun isn't the Dawi to neglect his duty. It took some talking, but a promise of coin to the clan was secured in place of granted land, and so Orthun's cart, loaded down with supplies his employer wished delivered, trundled across the unkempt landscape and through the shoddy gates of Mousillon. His load of supplies delivered, there wasn't much more to do but wait for the mismatched crew the Duke had sent earlier. At the very least he wouldn't be bored during the wait, keeping watch on any particularly bold citizens who had their eyes on his belongings, or more importantly his horse. pre:Name: Othun Caskbringer Race: Dwarf Career: Smuggler Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 47 | 25 | 37 | 43 | 21 | 40 | 25 | 27 | Talent : | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | Advances : | 05 | 05 | -- | -- | 10 | 10 | -- | 10 | Taken : | 05 | 05 | -- | -- | 10 | 10 | -- | 10 | Current : | 52 | 30 | 37 | 43 | 31 | 50 | 25 | 37 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 11 | 3 | 4 | 3 | - | 0 | 1 | Advances : | - | 02 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | - | 01 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | - | 12 | 3 | 4 | 3 | - | 0 | 1 | Skills: Dwarf: Common Knowledge (Dwarfs) Speak Language (Khazalid) Speak Language (Reikspiel) Trade (Smith) Smuggler Drive Evaluate Haggle Perception Row Search Secret Signs (Thief) Secret Language (Thieves' Tongue) Swim Talents: Dwarf Dwarfcraft- +10% to dwarfy trade skills Grudge-born Fury- +5% to WS vs Greenskins Night Vision- Can see in natural darkness out to 30 yards. Resistance to Magic- +10% WP to resist magic Stout-hearted- +10% bonus vs fear/terror/intimidate tests Sturdy- Ignore heavy/plate movement penalty. Smuggler Dealmaker: +10% to Evaluate and Haggle tests. Trappings: Smuggler Leather Jack 2 Torches Draft Horse and Cart Generic Common clothing A dagger tucked in a boot or belt A sling bag or a backpack containing a blanket A wooden tankard A wooden cutlery set A good craftsmanship spear ^ Damage: SB Traits: Fast ^ Thrown: SB Range: 8 A purse holding Stats: 20(Int),  I know the rest of my rolls will be garbage though. Shallya’s Mercy: 3 becomes an 11. Wounds: 2. Yep. Fate: 1  This happens every time!Starting Gold: 23  . Dunno if shopping was a-okay to do, but I went ahead with it. Not a problem to slam everything back to defaults if not.Rolled my star sign for fun and got The Piper: Sign of the Trickster That Ranald fella the sneaky Umgi worship clearly approves! Successful Businessmanga fucked around with this message at 18:03 on May 4, 2018 |
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omg its a hipster dwarf
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i had an app in the old thread but hit me with another one, MANMODE!
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AnAnonymousIdiot, you are an Elf Raconteur. You have a story in your heart and an outrageous hat on your head, and the rarest gift of all in the Old World: literacy. You are prone to making up outlandish tales in exchange for booze or a warm bed. thatbastardken, you are a Dwarf Protagonist. You are the main character of a Rockstar video game, and are basically paid to be a gigantic douchebag to people. You shove people into garbage cans, yank their pants down while they give speeches, and generally just pick fights for the love of being an rear end in a top hat. 
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wip quote:"Hoi, longshanks! Watch where you're putting your stupid feet!" The merchant, half in his cups and fresh from bragging to a crowded tavern about his latest commercial exploitation of some peasant bumpkins, turned around to curse at the source of the words and saw no-one in the alley with him. Then he felt searing pain as his knee was punched into a new orientation and fell down. Now looking up at a young beardless dwarf as she adjusted the knuckleduster on her fist, agony and confusion warred for room on his fleshy face. His attacker leaned in close enough for him to smell the garlic on her breath and snarled at him. "Take more care who you cheat, umgi. When your knee hurts in winter, remember that." Then she punched him in the face and he remembered nothing for quite a while. Life's tough for orphans everywhere, and life for a dwarf who doesn't know their parents or clan is confusing and full of alienation. Fortunately for Sunni when she washed ashore with the flotsam of an unidentified shipwreck on the Brettonian shore as an infant she was found by a traveling dwarf craftsmen with no children of his own, who took her in and raised her as best he could. Unfortunately for her Bron's best effort at raising a child wasn't very good and she has spent far too much time with humans causing her to grow impatient, prone to casual fights, and overly fond of the local food and drink. Rather than make a living in honest trade she prefers to beat people for money and occasionally justice, or at least revenge. This job is more about the money than anything else, given she doesn't respect the human system of nobility and has no particular expectation that Labeau will put up much of a fight when cornered. The gloomy Mousillion surrounds and the damp swamp air have her edgy, being forced to wait for the Duke's other team to arrive has not helped. pre:Name: Sunni Bronsfind Race: Dwarf Career: Protagonist Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 47 | 31 | 34 | 45 | 24 | 32 | 33 | 20 | Talent : | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | 05 | Advances : | 10 | -- | 10 | -- | 10 | -- | 10 | -- | Taken : | 10 | -- | 10 | -- | 10 | -- | -- | -- | Current : | 57 | 31 | 44 | 45 | 24 | 32 | 33 | 25 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 12 | 3 | 4 | 3 | - | 0 | 1 | Advances : | 1 | 02 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | 1 | 02 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 2 | 14 | 4 | 4 | 3 | - | 0 | 1 | Skills: Dwarf: Common Knowledge (Dwarfs) Speak Language (Khazalid) Speak Language (Reikspiel) Trade (Smith) Protagonist: Dodge Blow wounds and fate: 2#1d10 4 4 Gold Crowns: 4d10 38 thatbastardken fucked around with this message at 15:37 on Apr 25, 2018 |
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 "Ze Lady and ze Grail are all I have ever wanted. Cependant, these things are not for peasant boys. Je n'ai pas a title, or even a family name. Je suis simplement Louis, born here in Mousillon right next to ze pigs. Zey are treated better though, non? At least they can find truffles in ze muck. If I were born in Lyonne, Oh comment je souhaite, I could find un chevalier and prove that I am worthy of ze Lady's favor as well! I could be brave and loyal and become a squire. Maybe even one day un chevalier. Qui sait? But instead I am here in ze cursed duchy where chivalry has been forgotten. "Mais tout n'est pas perdu. Zere is still a Grail Chapel in Mousillon, and you do not need a title to serve ze Lady there. Not many people come to pray anymore. Mostly it is just ze peasant who come to keep their grain et un pommes for ze market. Ze walls of Mousillon keep out ze beasts and ze restless dead, mais thieves et vandals must be taught ze error of their ways. Still, I wish there was more I could do to prove my chivalry. I have heard a rumor about un salaud de fils de pute named Guido LeBeau here in Mousillon. Perhaps if I was to capture him that would prove my worth. S'il vous plaît my Lady, only point me in his direction and I will not fail. C'est promis!" pre:Name: Louis du Mousillon Race: Human Career: Temple Guardian Character Profile Primary : | WS | BS | S | T | AG | INT | WP | FEL| Starting : | 39 | 26 | 38 | 30 | 36 | 31 | 29 | 27 | Talent : | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | -- | 05 | -- | Advances : | 10 | 05 | 05 | 05 | 05 | -- | 05 | -- | Taken : | 10 | 05 | 05 | 05 | 05 | -- | 05 | -- | Current : | 49 | 31 | 43 | 35 | 41 | 31 | 39 | 27 | Secondary : | A | W | SB | TB | M | MAG | IP | FP | Starting : | 1 | 12 | 4 | 3 | 4 | - | 0 | 2 | Advances : | 0 | 02 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Taken : | 0 | 02 | - | - | - | - | - | - | Current : | 1 | 14 | 4 | 3 | 4 | - | 0 | 2 | Skills: Common Knowledge (Bretonnia) Dodge Blow Gossip Intimidate Perception Search Speak Language (Breton, Reikspiel) Talents: Ambidextrous Cool-Headed Night Vision Strike Mighty Blow Strike to Stun Trappings: Leather armor (AC 1 body, arms, legs) Dirty Fleur de Lys robes A simple sword (hand weapon, good quality) Shield Quarterstaff Common clothing A dagger tucked in a belt A backpack containing a blanket A wooden tankard and cutlery set A purse holding 1 gc and 7 sc Advances: Wounds x2 WS +10% S +5% T +5% Ag +5% WP +5% BS +5% XP Spent: 500/500 Wounds and Fate: 9, 1 Random Traits: 46, 9 Money: 23 e: I realized that taking cool-headed AND stout-hearted was against the rules, so I bought my last profile advance. ilootthecorpse fucked around with this message at 19:25 on May 4, 2018 |
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This was an incredibly difficult decision to make, especially after I dwindled my list down to three people. Most of this decision is based on not just what the party might need in terms of skills and all that, but also in the chemistry between characters and how they might react to one another. The three I narrowed it down to just absolutely gel with what we currently have, and/or act as excellent foils to the current cast. Thank you all for your interest and for everyone that made a character and didn't get in, I'm gonna let you know that I do plan to run a Black Crusade game soon. Our new party members are: Leilana, the Elven Wizard, played by Weiner Dog of Death Orthun Caskbringer, Dwarven Smuggler, played by Serious Businessmanga and for the gently caress of it Louis du Mousillion, Human Temple Guardian, played by ilootthecorpse There was no way I was going to be able to narrow it down to two between you three. I'm waiting on the other players to react to being in Mousillion proper and begin their investigations, but I'm going to bring you in by at least Sunday, given the others don't get you in quicker. e: In the interim, you guys are welcome to post impressions of the current cast. Because those are always fun. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 05:16 on Apr 28, 2018 |
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From the Notes of Liliana, Future High Lord, Present Magical Prodigy To anyone reading this: first of all, stop going through my stuff. You'd better hope I haven't learned how to lay dreadful curses on my belongings by the time you read this, or I expect your eyes will already be boiling out of your skull, or something else suitably dreadful. Secondly, if your eyes remain unboiled, I'm only writing this down in case I obliterate some portion of my memory in an unfortunate magical accident. That won't happen because I am extraordinarily talented, but no one ever regretted overpreparation. This is also just in case I naturally forget who one of them is. All non-elves look alike anyway, it isn't my fault if I'm bad with faces. Greyleaf: Another elf! A shockingly ugly one, with a terrible personality, and a heart of coal. But still, he's an elf, so at least I won't be alone in being better than everyone else. Jotunn Heavy-Hand: A dwarf who evidently has temper control issues, like most dwarves. Remember, Liliana, you can tell him apart from the halflings by the beard, and the foul attitude. Henri de Vienne: Ha! This one doesn't fool me at all. No man has such delicate features. He can't be more than a boy, a stunted 18 at most! But of course, I admire his courage, striking out on a quest like this at half my age or less. Gunnbjorn Magnusson: I was not aware that any of those huge hairy fellows from the far north didn't worship the Chaos gods. He's an oddity, but one I'm in no hurry to offend. One day I'll be able to melt screaming warriors in their tracks, but at the moment I need all the meatshields I can get. Cat Hogberry-Patch: I catch maybe every third word. Reikspiel is not my native tongue and this halfling insists on butchering it with that lilting accent. And yet for all that, I think she's a better shot than me. How distressing. If I had any real training in the bow to begin with, I'd be falling on my arrows in shame. I suppose the non-elves must have some talent to survive on this awful continent. Archibald Middlemoot: Why in the name of Asuryan has a Halfling lawyer come into the Province of the Damned? He must be utterly and completely insane. He somehow hasn't died yet, so perhaps he has some kind of hidden talents. Or perhaps the gods, as they say, love drunkards and fools. Orthun Caskbringer: This is the other kind of dwarf, the kind who live for gold slightly more than grudges. I'd make a snide comment but I find simple avarice refreshing in a world of self-declared heroes, conquerors, and avengers. Ideals are for elves. Leave the simpler motivations to the rest. Louis du Mousillon: I've been trying to think of a worse place to be born than Mousillon. The Chaos Wastes? I suppose. I can't blame him for wanting to get as far from this place as possible. I don't care about humans in the slightest, but even I wouldn't be cruel enough to abandon the rare un-mutated non-lunatic in Mousillon. If nothing else, these wretched people don't deserve to live near the pure.
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Orthun Caskbringer Wounds: 12/12 Fortune: 1/1 Armor: 1 (All) TB: 4 Greyleaf: Could it be!? An Elgi that can actually drink worth a drat? Can't say I'm impressed with his general demeanor, but we can set aside such trivial problems in light of such miraculous news.  A bottle or two of the Averland white before moving on to the less coveted assortment.Jotunn Heavy-Hand: Can't complain about getting to travel with fellow Dawi even if they're not exactly kin. Good head on his shoulders over the importance of coin. Less respect toward the Grudges than I'd like, but that's to be expected with someone who has been roaming for long enough. Barkeeps across the world be damned how I wish I had a keg of Bugman's to split. As it is a few bottles of the Kislevite vodka, it's the only thing with enough kick to it that I've got.Gunnbjorn Magnusson: The Norscan is an odd one to be sure. He doesn't lack the skill his people are known for, but has thankfully rejected the touch of chaos that is so prevalent in Norsca. It might take some time to warm up to him, but I'll gladly share a drink or two when the time comes. If I had mead I'd offer it. For now we'll just have to sample about and find something to his liking.Cat Hogberry-Patch: The folk of the Empire are always quick to remind me that a halfling outside of the moot is likely some kind of criminal, but none of the halflings I've met yet have given me any trouble. Cat's a wellspring of optimism to be sure, which is something I expect we'll need in the coming days. That she's able to shoot a man through the eye at a hundred paces is just as reassuring as her chipper attitude. I expect Cat would be happy to crack open the keg of ale, but I have a bottle or two of spiced rum tucked away she might enjoy.Archibald Middlemoot: It wouldn't be a lie to say I was relieved when the Duke told me that there was a man of the law dispatched alongside the rest of his last batch of adventurers. It wouldn't be a lie to say I was immensely disappointed to learn that it was a lawyer and not a well trained sergeant of the watch or a sewer jack. I've known a beardling or two to be struck with a lust for adventure, but they tended to at least have been raised adjacent to some sort of combat. Odd. At least if he survives this I expect he'll do quite well alongside whoever gains the Duke's offered lands. Never seen a halfling turn down an ale at dinner, but maybe schooling instilled some odd habits? The sherry to start and go from there.Henri de Vienne: This one. Hm. I respect Henri's strength of will. It takes a lot to throw your life to the wind and head out into the world. I expect he'll have to learn a lesson in tact sooner rather than later when it comes to dealing with the land's people. The peasantry is happy to be pushed around right up until they aren't. It won't be the first time I've seen a wandering knight beaten to death by a few dozen angered peasants. Proper pedigree is written all over Henri's face, can't say I've seen skin like that on any common folk before. The Tilean red I've been carrying around in case an important client appeared.Louis du Mousillon: I've so far managed to retain my sanity and never come out as far as Mousillon, but good things only last so long these days it seems. Having a local working with us is at least a little reassuring, that they're actually not a rambling lunatic is quite a boon! It probably wouldn't take more than a handful of words to convince the lad to leave with us when we're done here. Whoever ends up in control of the lands the Duke is offering, quite likely has a life long retainer available to them should they offer. This boy here? He can sample the platter. Growing up in Mousillon has earned him that at the least.Liliana: We'll see with this one. The classic attitude in combination with wielding magic? Not a great combination. She's willing to work with a mixed bag of people though, so there's something at least. We'll see if she manages to not singe my beard and go from there. Water.
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Louis du Mousillon "Ze Chapel has some new faces. Locals like to start rumors when there are foreigners around. Fouineurs nasale. I have heard a bit about them, but it is hard to know ze truth from histoires de fantômes. "One of them is un chevalier! Comment fantastique! I hear he is called Monsieur Herni de Vienne. Truly a noble name. Now could be my chance to prove myself and finally become a squire. Je suis prêt ma Dame! However, I have also heard Monsieur Henri is not so kind to ze peasants. Is respect not just as important as bravery? Nous verrons. "Ze knight is of course a great fighter, but I hear there is another beside him that is even more fierce! Zey call him Gunnbjorn Magnusson, however you say that. Une telle gorgée. He is ze biggest man I have ever seen, maybe bigger than Gilles le Breton. I have never seen a Norscan before though, so maybe all of them are this big. He looks like une terreur but they say he cut down one of ze Black Knight's men. Perhaps ze Lady has blessed his cause. "Ze strangers also have some of ze small folk. I have seen some--eh, comment dire? Halflings?--before, but only as many times as I can count on one hand. Zis one, monsieur Archibald Middlemoot, looks très important. He looks like one of ze nobles (a noble child anyway), and I hear he knows about ze law. He will have much to do in Mousillon, que la Dame le protège. He must know how to write as well. I wonder if I could learn too. "Ze other Halfling is, em...maybe not so noble-looking? But who can say? Ze other peasants tell me they have never seen her face past ze pies she keeps putting in her mouth. Hon hon hon! I have heard that ze small folk can eat as much as a grown man, but I never believed them. Perhaps I would like to meet this Chat du Hogberry-Patch and see for myself. Mais avec soin. I have also heard that she can shoot ze wings from a bog fly with her bow. Très intéressant... "But, what can be more interesting than magic? Here in ze Chapel I have seen ze Lady remove boils from a man's face et make a lame mule walk again, but I have never seen a person call magic at will! Comment incroyable! Et more, she is an Elf. Zey say ze elves in Athel Loren can speak with ze Lady, but this Liliana is from far, far away in Ulthuan. I wonder what amazing things she can do. Can she make dreams become real? "Zere is also another elf with them, but...he is--Pardonne-moi, it is not good to say unkind things about strangers, but ze Lady says I cannot lie--he is a scoundrel. From what I have heard, this Greyleaf is not so much better than Guido LeBeau, mais they say that it takes a thief to catch a thief. He has been with these adventurers so far, so he must be useful, if a knife in ze back is ze use you had in mind. Who knows? Il prend toutes sortes. "And then there are ze dwarfs, and both of them look to be cut from ze same cloth as Greyleaf. One of them arrived a few days ago, Orthun Caskbringer, and he says that he is a trader, but I know a smuggler when I see it. Maybe he can smuggle us into whatever den des voleurs this Lebeau is hiding. Et on ze way maybe he will share some of ze casks on ze back of his wagon. I have heard that he is a generous ami to have a mug with, et I would very much like to drink something without mosquito piss in it. "Enfin, there is ze other dwarf, Jotunn Heavy-hand. He has a grim look about him, and ze axe he carries could take off a man's head. If he can reach it! A joke, surely. I have seen his kind before, and so long as you are willing to line his pockets he will find a way to put an axe in anyone you wish. Un mercenaire pour certains. Still, c'est bien. I cannot imagine anyone would pay him to kill a peasant boy, par la Dame. So long as he is paid I am certain he is a good friend to have." ilootthecorpse fucked around with this message at 02:54 on Apr 29, 2018 |
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