okais
Tech Arthur
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- Brunei
Ok that's it! Bar brawl everyone! 'Throws a chair at the elf. '
Warhammer Fantasy: A Dynasty of Dynamic Alcoholism
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Ok that's it! Bar brawl everyone! 'Throws a chair at the elf. '
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
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'Fellow Dwarf throws large mug (empty of course no need to waste good beer) at the head of the nearest elf then goes to grab a nearby chair to use as a blunt weapon.'
*Wind Blast*
I'll take my leave now.
Barman, I am not responsible for any damages that are about to occur, put my drinks on my-
*Iceshard Blizzard*
-tab, you will be paid before the next century. Adieu.
Massgamer
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'Neaby Runelord negates all magic then summons drunken allies.'
*Dodges the filthy drunk effortlessly.*
That's my front you barbarian, stand aside and let me through the door before I have to get serious.
*Runs like hell*
[From a safe distance]You bunch of degenerates really couldn't defeat me by yourself? how pathetic.
To head off anyone who wishes to say anything about a derail, hello! It is I, the GM!
CAN WE GET THAT GUN FOR FRED
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
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'Gyrocopters appears appear alongside steam tanks running at full power and driven by angry drunken Dwarves hoping to blow up Elf.'
'Start beating Greenskin with nearby table yelling insults about how terrible he is at fighting.'
[From somewhere far away]The Very Manly And Not At All Sissy Elf has long since left the building!
*Sees intoxicated Dwarves fly in the wrong direction and drunkenly crash into each other.*
*Shakes head*
Derek58
Rocket Punch is Best Punch
- Location
- Getter Valhalla
"Yer mudder iz a squig!"
*Picks up another Dwarf and returns the favor to Mass*
Massgamer
Advance toward the Future
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- The Future
'Uses re-roll ability and successfully homes in on Elf and drops pay load of oil on Elf'
'Picks up two neaby Goblins and starts using them as clubs.'
"The day I lose to a Greenskin is the day I stop drinking and say that Elves are better than Dwarves!"
[CANON] 1 in 5- Sage_Of_Eyes
Sage_Of_Eyes
Waiting
1 in 5 (Bonus to next Cavalry Charge Roll)
Kassel's body was heavier than he was used to, the badge of Sergeant weighing him down considerably. Perhaps it was because of the responsibility it entailed, or the fact he watched the man who wore it last pulled from his corpse and crushed to death beneath a pile of bubbling, infected corpses.
From ten thousand strong to two thousand. Any commander would frown upon such so many casualties and any villager would lament the deaths of so many.
Kassel had ridden with the Winged Lances for ten years since he enlisted at the age of eighteen. An orphan because of the Great War, he was amongst thousands across Kislev that were fueled with hatred and sought to take the fight to chaos.
There Kassel trained for five years to master his craft and it became his life, the only true event in which he lived.
The lance heavy in his hand, his armor upon his body and his horse speeding beneath him. The bodies of enemies destroyed beneath the legs of his steed… and Kassel himself.
When he lived his lance pierced torsos, tore through stomachs, penetrated heads, sent a flurry of bone and bile outward from the bodies of monsters that would dare try to raise a hand against the race of men.
In his element, in his charge, in his true life, Kassel felt that he was more than a man: he was justice, swift, deadly. While charging he was a true enemy to those who took his family from him and sought to do the same onto others.
Even if Kessel killed only one beast in such a charge, he could have died happily but a moment after.
Eight thousand casualties, many of them Kassel knew himself.
He knew that they thought in a manner similar as he did, that they died happily after achieving their purpose, their vengeance against an enemy that loomed over them their entire life.
Kassel stood before the bonfire that cremated the bodies of his fellows, ignored the stench and heat. The Winged Lancer Sergeant simply stood as gray ash covered him like the snow of his homeland.
When the fires died, his armor was blackened with soot, and he did not strive to clean it.
The black stains upon his armor would mean some of his fellows would charge alongside him and thus, in Kassel's eyes, live once more.
(Maybe some sick black armor for them too.)
Kassel's body was heavier than he was used to, the badge of Sergeant weighing him down considerably. Perhaps it was because of the responsibility it entailed, or the fact he watched the man who wore it last pulled from his corpse and crushed to death beneath a pile of bubbling, infected corpses.
From ten thousand strong to two thousand. Any commander would frown upon such so many casualties and any villager would lament the deaths of so many.
Kassel had ridden with the Winged Lances for ten years since he enlisted at the age of eighteen. An orphan because of the Great War, he was amongst thousands across Kislev that were fueled with hatred and sought to take the fight to chaos.
There Kassel trained for five years to master his craft and it became his life, the only true event in which he lived.
The lance heavy in his hand, his armor upon his body and his horse speeding beneath him. The bodies of enemies destroyed beneath the legs of his steed… and Kassel himself.
When he lived his lance pierced torsos, tore through stomachs, penetrated heads, sent a flurry of bone and bile outward from the bodies of monsters that would dare try to raise a hand against the race of men.
In his element, in his charge, in his true life, Kassel felt that he was more than a man: he was justice, swift, deadly. While charging he was a true enemy to those who took his family from him and sought to do the same onto others.
Even if Kessel killed only one beast in such a charge, he could have died happily but a moment after.
Eight thousand casualties, many of them Kassel knew himself.
He knew that they thought in a manner similar as he did, that they died happily after achieving their purpose, their vengeance against an enemy that loomed over them their entire life.
Kassel stood before the bonfire that cremated the bodies of his fellows, ignored the stench and heat. The Winged Lancer Sergeant simply stood as gray ash covered him like the snow of his homeland.
When the fires died, his armor was blackened with soot, and he did not strive to clean it.
The black stains upon his armor would mean some of his fellows would charge alongside him and thus, in Kassel's eyes, live once more.
(Maybe some sick black armor for them too.)
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*Curse of the midnight winds*
The oil suddenly lands on a torch in the general vicinity of a warehouse containing Bugman's best.
Nice try Jackass, I'm out of your runelord's range now.
okais
Tech Arthur
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- Brunei
Hah and you fight like a snotling. 'Braining the ork head with a barrel and starts climbing the ork using steak knifes. '
Love it, but this bit looks a bit odd to me. A drop more polish and this goes straight to the canon list.
Derek58
Rocket Punch is Best Punch
- Location
- Getter Valhalla
...ARE we getting more cavalry charge rolls?
SneakyWalrus
Is the Water Free?
Pretty funny seeing the Elves trying to throw shade at people.
At least everyone else's homeland isn't sinking. And the actually progessing, rather than clinging to past glories like children. And they didn't turn traitor and side with a tyrant who enslaves everyone else and has a mother who's lived for centuries by draining the blood of innocents.
Oh wait, that's the natural state of Elves, isn't it? Fucking up and then trying to fix their mistakes, all the while blaming everyone else.
At least everyone else's homeland isn't sinking. And the actually progessing, rather than clinging to past glories like children. And they didn't turn traitor and side with a tyrant who enslaves everyone else and has a mother who's lived for centuries by draining the blood of innocents.
Oh wait, that's the natural state of Elves, isn't it? Fucking up and then trying to fix their mistakes, all the while blaming everyone else.