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Post by Mouse on Jul 9, 2011 17:21:37 GMT
Some of you may have heard that Tom will not be available for this game in autumn. I am posting to let you know that I will still be running it. On my own. Hopefully now you may get some sleep at night.
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Post by Dudeicuf on Jul 9, 2011 22:28:40 GMT
Dude, I really wish there was a 'Like' button on these forums so I could like this and your comment about top hats.
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Post by Mouse on Aug 2, 2011 20:01:54 GMT
Intermission:
Alvar had met Odvard before but the man before him seemed nothing like the happy young bard he knew from the old Gothia estate. He had changed his attire entirely. The black clothes he was dressed in looked nothing like the normal clothes worn by the heads of the Gothia lords throughout time. Instead it brought his mind to that of a military uniform. The golden embroidery on it depicted an eye across his chest, not the Gothia rune. Rune-patterns ran up towards his shoulders with each were embroidered with the three tops of the “Valknot”, the old symbol for loyalty towards Oden. Odvard seemed to project an atmosphere of power and determination. His gaze, when directed at Alvar, was so fierce that he immediately kneeled and lowered his head even though it was not normal etiquette or required by the circumstance. Formally they were at the same level but no one seemed to view his expression of submission any strange at all and there were several people around them now. It had only been five hours since he had called for those who still held loyalty towards him and the estate was already sprawling with life. An entire group of carpenters had arrived (in the middle of night on top of it all) and had started to return the mansion to what it had once been. “My l-lord” (again, my lord was far more than etiquette required) Alvar managered to utter. Odvard shifted his position in his seat in a motion of acknowledgement. The throne-like chair he sat on was a new addition too. It was made of black oak with two ravens cut out at the back. Only an expert could tell this one from the real raven-throne in the castle. “You asked me to expect a messenger from Kagg? I believe she is here now. Shall I let her in? She is of troll blood, sire.” Odvard finally replied. “Oh, most interesting, not surprising when I think about it, however. Let her in.” He snapped his fingers, a servant came up handing him a pen and some sort of parchment. Alvar had seen it before, when it was stamped by the Valdemar Mugin. Alvar went top open the door.
A woman stepped in. Tales often said that those of troll blood were uglier than humans. When it came to this individual it was certainly untrue. While she did not possess the features which were traditionally seen as feminine, her grey skin and predator-like teeth giving away her heritage Alvar thought she was the closest thing he had ever seen to a Valkyrie since he met Brynhildr. She was of remarkable size, broader over the shoulders than most men and taller too. Her muscles made it apparent that she must have remarkable strength. She wasn’t as large as Grok which Alvar had followed shortly before he decided to pledge himself to Odvard, but for a woman she put fear in the hearts of whoever would stand against her. She was clad in full armour, carrying a shield on her back and a sword at her side. She approached Odvard with determination in her steps. “So it is you after all, I never thought the bard would be the one to defend the honour of his family. Still you look different, even though I have only ever seen you in distance before.” Alvar almost jumped at her words. So little respect for the man that had had him kneeling with a single gaze. He waited for Odvard’s response. He seemed to leave so much time before speaking nowadays. The Gothia master gave the woman before him a piercing gaze and then burst out laughing. “So, you are the Kagg’s Mugin? You have much in common with my own appointee.” Odvard said. The troll-blood didn’t look very amused. “I have seen him. Apart from our blood he is nothing like me”, she said snarling. “He is a brute and you know it, what possible reason could you have to wish him to be your Mugin? Apart from his size there is nothing impressive about him.” She continued. Odvard didn’t seem to hesitate in his answer. “You don’t give him enough credit, I think. I also have certain... guarantees that he will be loyal to me and as for his talents. This is a time for war; I need a warrior not a diplomat for a Mugin”. The woman looked at the parchment Odvard was holding. Odvard, seemingly reading her mind handed it to her. She produced what seemed to be small engraved stone from a pouch and pressed it toward the parchment. It flared with blue light for a second and then it went dull, leaving only a mark from a rune at the parchment. “With this my agreement with your warriors is complete; we owe you nothing now, Gothia.” Odvard didn’t seem to react to her words. She handed back the parchment and turned to leave. When Odvard spoke: “Your name if I may” He said to her back. She looked back at him. “It’s Eir,” She hesitated “Tell your Mugin to remember that name” She then walked out.
Odvard wasted no time. “Alvar, take the contract to the king, he will not hesitate to grant you an audience. With everything happening recently I believe he will want to see the shape of his enemy” Alvar took the contract and bowed. “And call for Grok, Sheldon and the Theurge. I keep hearing about new companions but I have yet to meet them... Don’t forget to have them write their names on the contract before you present it to the king” Alvar bowed again and turned to leave and head to the hideout in the mages district.
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Post by Dudeicuf on Aug 2, 2011 21:33:01 GMT
It was late at night. Almost early in the morning...
Grok was examining the journal full of information about the noble houses as he seemed to do all the time these days. He was not happy. He recently had felt like a coward, hiding all day and disguised as a filthy human when outside. This was not how someone of his future should behave. As exhilarating as his recent fight was, it had been a few days and he was getting bored again. He was tired and about to go to bed. There was a knock at the back door. A mixture of adrenalin and nerves kicked up. Could it finally be the Templars? Have they discovered the hideout? Would be able to smash some sculls and sever some heads? Or would it be Odvard again? As much as he respected the human, he hated being given orders by one, and hated having no choice but to follow them even more. Grok hoped that recent efforts to go above and beyond what the man had asked of him had been noticed and that the rune would be removed soon. He knew it was not time now though.
Putting the Journal away in his magic bag, Grok got up and made sure he had a firm grip on his axe. He walked down to the door and cleared his throat. He was prepared to either hear 'The Eye' or face a kicked down door and a fight. He readied Frey.
'The Eye'
Grok let out a breathe of air. Disappointment. He opened the door to see a slightly familiar face. Yes, it was one of the humans he had recruited in the bar a weeks back. One who swore allegiance to Odvard. This human had sense. Alvar respected, or feared, Grok. The boundary was never clear when Grok is concerned. Grok waved him in and closed the door. 'What you here for. It too late, I nearly kill you thinking you Templar. Haha' The laugh was not because Grok thought it was funny he nearly killed Alvar, it was because he enjoyed the idea of killing Templars. 'This better be good, I need sleep. Maybe tomorrow I fight for real. Probably not thought, locked up in here...' The last two sentenced seemed mumbled with a large amount of annoyance and disgruntlement thrown in.
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Post by Mouse on Aug 2, 2011 21:44:31 GMT
Alvar, lowered his hood once inside. He had hoped Grok wouldn't have been the one to open the door as he felt his nerves had taken too much of a beating from Odvards gaze earlier and now officially the highest point in Fenrisvik speaking to him. At least he was still alive, meaning that the green-skin probably thought of him as a friend. Back to business.
"Odvard sends word, your efforts have payed off. You wish to see who you are fighting? Now is your chance. Wake the others up, we are going to see the king and there is much to prepare."
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Post by Dudeicuf on Aug 2, 2011 21:57:00 GMT
'Wha? I fight king now? Ok... I guess... If Odvard sure... Maybe I speak to Odvard first' Grok had a confused look on his face. Fear. Not respect. Alvar feared Grok...
Getting rather sleepy now, Grok fumbled upstairs and woke the others with a heavy *KNOCK * on their doors. He walked back downstairs putting on his hat, and clicked his fingers. He didn't look too different to Alvar now, slightly different hair and significantly taller.
'Where Odvard? I go speak to him'
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Post by Mouse on Sept 24, 2011 12:18:31 GMT
I suppose it is about time to start thinking about starting this thing up again. According to my timetable the good days would be tuesday, thursday, friday, saturday and sunday. Wednesday and Monday are possible but it would start late, and I know one of us would have a problem with Monday as Wargames have their society meeting around that time. Keep in mind I don't know when There Will be War and Underhive will run yet (although I think Underhive will run Friday, making that day impossible.) Let me know what times would be suitable for you.
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Post by Dudeicuf on Sept 24, 2011 13:00:11 GMT
underhive will have to run on tuesday. wednesday late is good for me as is thursday, saturday and friday however i know that friday isn't good for owen
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Post by Mouse on Sept 29, 2011 14:27:31 GMT
Just posting to remind you that the first game of this year will be on Wednesday the 5th of October.
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Post by mafoon on Oct 4, 2011 16:25:15 GMT
Busby came down the stairs with Orson (fox familliar) in tow, 'Why did you disturb me, whats going on big guy?' said Busby in Orc
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Post by Dudeicuf on Oct 4, 2011 19:26:44 GMT
Huh? Oh, apparently we go kill king now... First I speak to Odvard, I want to make sure...You come. Dwarves too. Grok replied in Orc
Grok grabbed Frey tight, and whispered in orc You ready to kill king? Odvard going mad, maybe fun though
Go, lead the way to Odvard, I not know where he is now... Grok said to the little human Alvar. Readying himself, Grok took a deep breathe ready to go cowardly skulking around the city again. He was NOT happy.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 4, 2011 21:55:52 GMT
"Where is Sheldon and the Theurge? I recognize you for your art. Busby? A few of your pieces hang in the mansion. Have you joined our cause now?" Alvar hoped a the others would turn up if he delayed the Orc with some small talk
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Post by Dudeicuf on Oct 4, 2011 23:01:10 GMT
Mansion destroyed, full of Templars. Soon I go back and kill them all. Now, WHERE ODVARD! I lose patience with you
The events of the night hard were beginning to read a head in Grok and he felt as though he was about to boil over. He needed to sort things out. He needed to get back to normal life. He needed to find true Orcs.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 4, 2011 23:20:30 GMT
Alvar sighed: it was a lost cause. He pulled out some paper from his coat and wrote on it. "Left for the mansion with Grok and Busby. Come when you are ready".
"I'll take you there." He opened the door and headed back to the old mansion.
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Post by Mouse on Oct 6, 2011 13:54:58 GMT
When leveling up I have to remind you that becaue you enjoyed the freezing weather outside and travelled for at least a day and accidentally found the legendary Mjölner you may have +1 HP for cold weather hardening. I am so generous.
Also if you have lost your core rulebook you can stop looking for it as I've expropriated it *Evil Laughter*
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