I call complete bullshit we have had to deal with way too much to just get screwed over on the way home or something.

Why does the GM force us to roll like this can't he do it himself?

The fact we have no reroll ability just because our character has low piety makes it even worse since we can't even try to combat mistakes.
 
...Is it too much for me to hope that the awareness roll is about us realizing this:
Forces Stationed:
100 Dwarven Warriors
10 Longbeard Dwarven Warriors
1 Longbeard Dwarven Champion, sent by High King Grudgebearer to keep the Brewery safe
100 Dwarven Quarrelers
100 Dwarven Thunderers
50 Dwarven Hammerers
25 Bugman's Rangers
34 Dwarven Longbeard Brewmasters
1 Sigrun Frothbraid of Clan Yinlinsson
Legendary Brewmaster Josef Bugman
Various Workers
Because good old Bugman might have found himself an apprentice(if it wasn't there before).

Also @torroar
Description: A tall and attractive woman, Alexandra is notable not just for her short cut black hair, far shorter than what some would consider 'feminine' and the fact that she often has soot marking her due to all her times in the forges. A faint scent of soot and molten metal follows her everywhere, but it doesn't seem to bother her at all. Though both she and her sister spend a lot of time inside due to their respective callings, Alexandra is alternatively far more ruddy and pale skinned at the same time compared to her sister who sometimes actually goes out and gets some sun. This is a result of Her green eyes blaze with a tremendous energy, though there are visible bags under her eyes sometimes. Other than that, she is practically identical to her twin.

Odd chunk of sentence.
 
I call complete bullshit we have had to deal with way too much to just get screwed over on the way home or something.

Why does the GM force us to roll like this can't he do it himself?

The fact we have no reroll ability just because our character has low piety makes it even worse since we can't even try to combat mistakes.
Chill. Not making an Awareness roll is not the end of the world. We are a heavily armed, experienced convoy with enough firepower to take out a town. Torroar is not the kind of GM who would do anything major for a single bad, not even critically bad roll. Hell, it could very well be the Wood Elves following us, and us not noticing them. Trust the GM a bit. My guess is either small-scale ambush, or meeting somebody on the road, and not noticing things about them.

...Is it too much for me to hope that the awareness roll is about us realizing this:
That is great. Beers for everybody, we celebrate tonight!
 
Yes.

Well best prepare to having another family member or ourselves killed or being so injured we can't go on the expedition.:(

Dude calm down. It's not a crit failure, just a regular failure. We also are travelling with some of the best troops in Ostland plus the Kremi Guard. Not to mention we don't have an enemy like Zacharias breathing down our neck any more. So yeah this might not be fun, but shouldn't be anywhere near as disastrous.
 
Yes.

Well best prepare for having another family member or ourselves killed or being so injured we can't go on the expedition.:(

Hey now. Don't be sad.

We might not get oneshotted by a greater daemon appearing out of nowhere and attacking us without being hindered by our troops. We didn't roll a natural 1 this time after all...

Edit: No offense to stalker, the dice fall randomly as they are wont to do.
 
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People are overreacting to this. It was just a normal failure, not even a crit fail. Torroar doesn't even have critfails immediately wreck things forever, and this is just a normal average failure.
 
Chill. Fudging an Awareness roll is not the end of the world. We are a heavily armed, experienced convoy with enough firepower to take out a town. Torroar is not the kind of GM who would do anything major for a single bad, not even critically bad roll. Hell, it could very well be the Wood Elves following us, and us not noticing them. Trust the GM a bit. My guess is either small-scale ambush, or meeting somebody on the road, and not noticing things about them.
Dude calm down. It's not a crit failure, just a regular failure. We also are travelling with some of the best troops in Ostland plus the Kremi Guard. Not to mention we don't have an enemy like Zacharias breathing down our neck any more. So yeah this might not be fun, but shouldn't be anywhere near as disastrous.
Hey now. Don't be sad.

We might not get oneshotted by a greater daemon appearing out of nowhere and attacking us without being hindered by our troops. We didn't roll a natural 1 this time after all...
People are overreacting to this. It was just a normal failure, not even a crit fail. Torroar doesn't even have critfails immediately wreck things forever, and this is just a normal average failure.
Until the actual update I can do nothing but worry it's a large warband of those Slaanesh cultists that went after our messengers or the Vampires getting revenge.

Both of which would gladly want to kill our family or render us heavily injured if have the chance and can't kill us.

I'm naturally pessimistic and can't calm down until I see the actual results.

It could also be that we already got home since we got the rumor mill already up so this is most likely a assassination attempt or something.
 
Oh fuck you Ian. Why would you roll when you know your luck is shit?
Yeah, but in her defense we did do something monumentally stupid in her opinion. Doesn't matter if it would have ended the rumors the Slutpires spread about us, the fact of the matter is that she could have lost us, or worse, be forced to watch as they killed us.
I hereby move that Frederick refer to the Lahmians as Slutpires at all times.
 
Interlude: With Feathers The Color of Ale
Interlude: With Feathers The Color of Ale​

Altdorf, Near the Amethyst College

"Wwaaaarrrk!"

The whole of the Hohenzollern family stares at the little thing, Urgdug included, as it finishes poking its way out of the shell. As a newborn, it is quite possibly one of the most irritated looking balls of fluff you've ever seen in your entire life. Still, the books were clear. You approach and its already large eyes swivel to alight on you, and it makes that tinny little 'wark' noise again and stretches its limbs towards you. Wearing the requisite thick leather vest and gloves, you pick up the baby gryphon and help it begin to feed on the milk and meat you have prepared. Even with the leather you are wearing its nubby little claws latch in as she, and it is a she, holds herself close to you, and warks again as her newborn hunger is being filled for the first time ever.

"It's adorable," Alexandra says, and she makes an odd sighing and cooing noise that is echoed by her mother.

"Look at its wing structure, how does it...hmmm..." Anna begins scribbling in a small notebook which she has taken to carrying everywhere with her.

"She is bright-," starts one of the twins.
"-the color of fathers blood,"the other finishes.

Both of them nod at each other in their purple robes, and make to come closer.

"Ah, my sweets, I don't know about that. She's not blood red," you admonish, managing to get your non-metal arm free to tousle one of their heads. Whichever of the two, she giggles and swishes her robes back and forth like a skirt. The other has a child's scowl.

"We didn't-,"
"-say that."

"Well what did you mean, munchkins?" Anna snaps her little notepad closed and comes closer to her younger sisters. Both shy slightly before accepting the personal contact.

"He doesn't bleed red-,"
"- he bleeds it."

Then they strain and point at the ostka flask at your hip. You look down and it turns out to be a bad idea as the baby gryphon nips at your ear and comes away with a bit of flesh. You hiss slightly, even as the younger twins yelp in surprise and rush closer, wrapping themselves around your legs and crooning at the sight of you bleeding.

"Ah, I get it. They mean alcohol, father. I...suppose I can see it. She's the color of a dark brown ale," Alexandra says, even as she begins wrapping a small bandage around your ear.

"He's bleeding-"
"-it's falling..."

"Be quite munchkins," Anna pats their heads.

The gryphon apparently likes the taste of you, as it tries nipping again, though you manage to get it to eat the strips of cow and pig instead. Pulverized and easy enough for it to eat and digest of course.

"What are you going to name her, Frederick?" Natasha asks. Apparently even though she is furious with you, the ball of fluff is enough to get her over temporarily.

What indeed?

[] Name Your Gryphon!
 
Hmm. Most irritated cat name. HMM. Who,besides our wife is the most irritated woman we like?

Also does Prince Tyrion have no opinion of us?
 
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