CelticSoldier

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Fortune de Vigny

You're blinded for a brief second as the icy grip of the sea takes hold, and only the rope tied round your waste gives you any sense as to which way is up. Bursting to the surface, you see Alison, desperately clinging to a small gap in the ships planks that had likely been caused by the collision. She stretches out one bloody hand, covered in cuts and splinters, "I can't hold on much longer, I-" She screams again as a wave almost tears her from the side of the ship, only just clinging by her fingers, "Please!" She cries, "Help me!" Just then, a sleek, black shadow falls over you, as the norscan ship crashes into the Wellenbrecher, almost shaking Alison loose. Manoeuvring so that the two ships are side on, the norscans clamber up the side of the wellenbrecher, some even jumping from the rigging, and you are trapped in a small, ever shrinking gap between the two vessels. Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast.

The Main Deck

Slowly, the longship closes in, until it eventually Rams into your ship, and the by some miracle of their dark gods manages to pull up alongside. Then the carnage begins. Eager Norse warriors swarm up the side of the ship, ropes, grapples and all manner of tools are used to storm the deck, and those without leap from the rigging, some of them even survive. The least experienced crew are quickly overwhelmed, allowing the enemy to fight their way aboard, and the deck is soon turned into a crowded melee, filled with blood and curses and prayers to everyone from sigmar to khorne. Ocassionally you catch a glimpse of some moves the crew learned from Baltazzar, a few fancy flicks here and there, but they are very quickly whittled down to the few veterans who've done this before, the rest overcome by norscan savagery.

One of them appears to take a particular interest in a rope tied about the mast, leading over the side. Looking over, his face forms a grotesque smile as he raises his axe to sever de Vigney's oh so thin lifeline.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Oh no, the elf's hair has been ruined! It is truly a dark day for the adventurers.

I'll have a GM post up soon.

An Oriental Story [Martial Arts Themed RP] - LF Force Master

Kitsune kept walking for an embarrassing amount of time before realising that he wasn't going anywhere. Show off, if the damn Tigre had creased his clothes, there would be complaints. Luckily it was nothing a quick brush down wouldn't solve.

The food was very nice, he had to admit, almost good enough to stop him exploring, but the temple was very interesting. The artwork he found particularly fascinating, oft depicting golden tigers with big teeth and claws, usually roaring at something. They were like Dao, but less serious. The students followed him like a train of freightend sheep, not quite sure whether or not they should stop him, and no-one wanted to be the first to try.

When he eventually finished, he made his way to one of the balconies overlooking the surrounding country. He had to admit, it was quite beautiful. "Hey, you!" He said, pointing to one of the students.
"M-me?"
"Yes, you, what's your name?"
"Po, um, sir?"
"Nah, just Kit. OK Po, what am I looking at?"
Po seemed confused, "Well, rice farms, sir..um.. Kit...just-"
"So there's nothing important surrounding one of the greatest temples of the western?"
"If you look over there, you can see the city."
"The city? What imaginative names they have in the west."
"It's the only city I ever knew sir, not much point calling it anything else."
"A very good point." He gazed in the direction Po had indicated. "Nope, can't see it, I'm going higher." And he leaped onto the roof, scrambling up the red tiles to the closest peak. "The view is even better from up here! You should come up!" The view really was much better. He seemed to remember something about leaving in an hour...or two, maybe a day. He'd be down in an hour. Probably. He'd always wanted to see a train. He glanced down to see Po struggling up the tiles below him. "Hey, Po, my man!" He reached down and helped him to the top. Po was beaming from ear to ear, while the other students just gazed up at them. Perhaps one of them would soon have the presence of mind to tell someone where they were. "See Po, told you the view was better from up here."

An Oriental Story [Martial Arts Themed RP] - LF Force Master

@Milkman Should have a post up either today or tomorrow

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

By the way, don't feel too much pressure to post, what with Christmas coming up and everything, I won't take it down for being too slow on a holiday.

An Oriental Story [Martial Arts Themed RP] - LF Force Master

Okay, I've posted.

An Oriental Story [Martial Arts Themed RP] - LF Force Master

"Um, hello?" Kitsune waved as Dao seemed to zone out for a second, "Are you okay?" He soon proved to be perfectly fine. Which is good, as he would hate to have had a wasted trip.

"Right, name." He said, "I'm Kitsune, pleased to meet you. Yes, my parents thought they were very clever. They're nice though, just don't tell my mom I'm here, we'll never get rid of her. Anyway, I come from down south, small village, no point naming it, well, more of a town, actually, probably smaller than it was, bandits aren't good for business." He poked his nose back through the gate towards all the students, who were still on their knees, looking towards them. "What are you gonna do about this lot, they look they were about to do something important. Oh yeah, the trial...thing. So, do you wanna do something about these guys? In fact, it's probably best that you did get ready or, something. What do you do when you want to eat? I mean, on the road, we'll probably have to, like, raid a farm, or something. Actually, how many guys this big are there? Are there loads? Is it why there are loads of farms? Where was I going with this, I had a point, I swear. It'll come back to me, um also, do you have like, you know, a map, or something? I've just got this." He pulled out a cracked and broken compass, and the needle seemed to hang a little limply. It looked like it was pointing south east. "Yeah, it took me a while to get here, luckily the place is pretty important so most people seem to know where it is. One guy lead me to a dead end where a bunch of other people attacked me. They weren't very good, I think they wanted money. I think the guy must have got it wrong.

"So, yeah. I imagine you'll walk faster, what with your legs being as tall as me, so I'll get a head start. I'll probably meets you in....Crossroads? Probably? If you don't catch up before then. Unless you wanted me to wait with you." He turned to walk back down the road down the hill. But then seemed to remember something. "One more thing, I don't do swords, it ain't me, far easier to shoot people." He doesn't seem to realise that at this point his sword is visible but not any guns, he's far to busy focusing on the journey ahead. And trying to interpret his compass.

@Milkman@Lexicon

An Oriental Story [Martial Arts Themed RP] - LF Force Master

So, should I get a post up now? So me and Dao can start heading north, ready to meet up with Amaya, or does @Lexicon want to post first?

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@Jbcool So they're armed in typical Viking fashion (axes,etc) except with no armour. The capacity for that ship is about 90 men, though you might have to ask Baltazzar if you've never seen one before. They are a bit below full capacity though, around the same number you have on deck. They're desperate.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@Andreyich Correct