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Post by jasewin on Jan 30, 2019 16:22:06 GMT
Well Slaanesh is quite the seducer and we need the cash, cash, money, money haha
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Post by Tom on Jan 30, 2019 16:56:09 GMT
Jack was a man of simple thoughts and simple speeches, mainly for all the Stimm he would furiously pump his body full with, and for the amount of times he had fought several people at once just to test himself and ended up taking a beating.
Today was no exception. He had requested Viktor gather the crew for a meeting. There were stirrings of some fast paced snatch and grabs of the surrounding territories, and Jack didn't want to miss out on the chance of a fight ....... oh and to seize extra ground.
Jack Schitt: "Royt, I know u've eard all abowt them bloody bastards runnin abowt like littul fairees, snatchin up vital areas. Now, I dunno abowt yoo lot, but I wan a bit o' that action!!!!! Now we ad a gud scrap wiv them Teeny boppers or tpops or woteva they call umselvs, smashed a few faces in! It aint enuff. A while back, me, Vik and .... oh what was iz name??"
Viktor: "Rygor?"
Jack Schitt: "Yeaaaa Rygor the Vaginor! Anyway, before he got his head gassed off, we wud be smashin out gangs all bloody day. Underhive was ripe wiv the bodies we'd leave behind!!"
Viktor: "In fairness boss, he was ambushed, on his own, at a distance"
Jack Schitt: "Do i fuckin' care? He got smashed cause he was a pussy. ANYWAY, my poynt iz, weve got sum ground to cuver. Weve had a good showin recently, but wiv the shake up and the new lads in the gang, we need to get out there and do more damage! orite? I wont be takin no excuses, no prisoners, no fuckin' mercy!"
Viktor: "What about ransoms and stuff boss? Mite be able to ern some tasty creds ... or better?"
Jack Schitt:"Orite orite, yea, if we can grab some creds .... feed the habbit an all that ... HAHAHA ... ahem .. yea, maybe we can take captives, but only someone worth it!"
Braynor: "Er boss, av you eard of that fella wots come up wiv the miners union twats? eez ment to be a riiiiiiight bastard! ard as anyfin!"
Jack Schitt: *Turns to viktor* "Oo the fuck iz this fella?"
Viktor: "Braynor boss, eez a new lad, keen to earn iz keep like. Reputation for smashin in peoples skulls till their brains come out"
Jack Schitt: "Noice!! I like ur enthusiasm littul man! Anyway, yea i've erd of their so called, 'well ard' super fucker. But lets face it, look at the state ov all them lot, theyre a bunch of little fannies, ow ard can this guy be?"
and it was at this, Jack gestured away the guys to get themselves ready for the next actions. The plan was to head over to the Slag Furnace and see if they can further their interests for hive wide acknowledgement as the 'ardest gang around.
Jack didn't give a second thought to the Minors Union's newly upgraded leader .......will this be his undoing?
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Post by sebjones86 on Jan 30, 2019 17:15:12 GMT
‘Rygor the Vaginor’
Hahahaha
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Post by jasewin on Jan 30, 2019 17:21:18 GMT
I have to say tom..... this is twice you made me laugh in work. I look like a right mentalist looking at "pricing" giggling like a tool. Also.. I like this forging of a narrative, all our gangs have a totally different feel.
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Post by hereticdave on Jan 31, 2019 11:38:33 GMT
His last memory was of being cold and tired.
The screen of the Hypnomat flickers static and goes dark. As consciousness returns, a new identity creeps out of the fog of his mind.
++Designation: Homer++
The Delaque accessed the last memories of the previous owner of this designation, bringing them to the front of his mind, not exactly remembering, but a close enough approximation. It was dark, there was a brute of a man on the ground in front of him, Homer had throwing knives in hand, the flash of a slug round, large. A boltgun perhaps? The lightning snap of the displacer field triggering, looking down, blood pouring from a gaping hole in his torso.
Fast forward – he can’t move, the sensation of needles and sensors, probes deep beneath the skin, a voice:
“Pity, I had high hopes for this latest version. Prepare a new subject, implant the current personality matrix with the following changes and euthanise. Condition the other Stonecutters for the new subjects likeness.”
He tried to shout, lash out, anything, but nothing. His vision faded, he felt cold and tired, and then nothing.
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Post by hereticdave on Feb 1, 2019 9:28:28 GMT
Territory - Corpse Farm Scenario - Zone Mortalis, Forgotten riches ++The Stonecutters network of sources had discovered a previously hidden stash of supply crates, near to territory claimed by the Escher calling herself "Little Claw" and her so called "Banshees". Sources indicated that the Escher were on the move to claim it themselves. The Delaque would have to move fast, eschewing their usual tactics of subversion and subterfuge, this would require a direct confrontation. Unfortunately 3 of the Stonecutters were waylaid from the last encounter with these particular Escher in the Old Ruins, but Homer had been able to circulate enough rumours and misinformation that it looked like Little Claw herself would not be appearing today.....++ Delaque set up along the yellow line, Escher along the Blue. Each other tile had a supply crate token. This game was short! An early surge from Mike saw a turn one Beast Lure laid down in the only passage to the rest of the board for the Delaque, (red circle) meaning they would have to go through it while the Escher could collect the supplies at their leisure. The Escher who placed it was lucky enough to not attract the attention of the Beast, while the Delaque 6" away and behind cover was taken out of action. The Delaque bottled at the end of that turn only having 4 fighters left on the table and the Delaque ganger with the only supply crate accessible bottles 0.5" out of the deployment zone, dropping it short of being claimed. With numbers against them the Delaque secede to the Escher, who had clearly scouted the area better, leaving them with all 5 supply crates and control of the Corpse Farm. The Stonecutters information network will have to be improved if they were to make their mark on the underhive.
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Post by sebjones86 on Feb 1, 2019 13:49:23 GMT
Great write up Dave! Although it pains me, I applaud the Escher’s cunning use of the beast.
On Monday, starting with the gang with the lowest GR. we can challenge each other to seize more territories.
Mike, the settlement territories we all start with let you roll to see if you recruit extra juves after each battle. So you’ll have a few rolls to do before your next game (if you haven’t already).
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Post by Mike on Feb 1, 2019 14:02:26 GMT
Cool I did the rolls for last Monday’s games, but not the first two - will do em at the club!
I had to stoop to using the Beast because the web guns, overseer and the tricky Delaque misinformation keeping Little Claw away was wrecking the Banshees! (Sorry Dave!!)
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Post by Mike on Feb 4, 2019 23:13:01 GMT
Little Claw sprinted down the corridor, stray bullets sparking from the walls beside her - though she paid them little heed. Her gaze was fixed on the figure dimly illuminated ahead of her.
Another armed man emerged from a doorway to her right. She spun and sent a knife hurtling toward him - seeing him shriek and collapse as it struck him in the stomach. On she sprinted, closing the distance fast.
The skull-masked figure stepped forward, brandishing a grenade launcher. The sounds of gunshots, and screaming echoed from the tunnels and corridors nearby. Little Claw watched the projectile arc toward her.. it was a hurried shot.. and she twisted just in time as the grenade whistled past her, detonating with a crunch as a wave of heat washed behind her. On she sprinted, the final few steps.
The man brought a chainsword up to meet her first strike. He was quick, but she was quicker - and batted aside the weapon, bringing her two ended spear arcing around to send the figure sprawling on the floor.
She deftly spun her weapon around to deliver a killing blow. His skull mask had been dislodged. She hesitated.
This face. She had seen it before. The Hive Spirits had shown her.
She turned in time to see a second assailant rush her from behind, the flail coming down toward her face. Everything went black.
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Post by sebjones86 on Feb 4, 2019 23:19:07 GMT
I wasn’t prepared, neither physically or emotionally, for the sheer level of tabletop violence I witnessed this evening. Not one bit.
Legends laid low. The collapse of The Union. The bar room brawls. Who even brings a heavy crossbow to a Cantina fight?! Matholwch does! (He’s now in recovery full of toxins). The corpse farm is running overtime and The Banshees are getting rich from it, only to lose it all in the gambling den. My head’s a mess, I need to lie down.
Rusty Hole is getting carved up like a Christmas turkey and I’m hard as granite. Writups to follow (feel free to write your own)
Homework task: send me a pic of your fully updated gang sheet so I can update the triumph progress log.
GGs
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Post by hereticdave on Feb 5, 2019 9:26:32 GMT
The Stonecutters had followed the Goliath to the recently reactivated Slag Furnace, apparently scoping it out. The Delaque watched and waited, Jack Schitt himself had set his boys up for sentry duty before leaving. Now was the time to strike. Burns and Ned slipped from their hiding spot, and seconds later the first Goliath was down, the web silently snaring him before Ned silently finished him off. A sentry came close to spotting Syszlak before the Goliath suddenly withdrew, a more urgent assignment elsewhere apparently. Unfortunately, they failed to notice that one of their number was missing….
“His resistance to traditional interrogation techniques are impressive, all we were able to ascertain was his name, Viktor”
“Perhaps this specimen could prove useful, prepare him for pscyho indoctrination.”
Homer watched from the side-lines, the brute of a man kicked and screamed against the sedative, enough to take out an Ambull. Eventually he was subdued, intravenous cannula inserted to make him more pliant to conditioning. He would have no memory of this of course, he would be quietly left back where he was taken, either to stumble home or found by others less kind than House Delaque. A code phrase was all it would take, "I don’t believe it"...
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Post by Tom on Feb 5, 2019 10:20:26 GMT
One does not simply 'challenge' Jack Schitt to a Bar Room Brawl .... And live to tell the tale.
Jack had high hopes for this upstart from the Miners Union. Word had spread of his tooled up ferocity! Jack wanted a fight to remember. The kind of fight that even dying in, would be an honour...... HOWEVER! Throwing money at a turd won't stop it being a turd.
Having appeared before Jack, rather hulking in appearance and to a lesser man, intimidating. Jack did not hesitate, he filled his veins and charged headlong into his foe. And that was it, with a thud of his hammer and a flash of plasma from his pistol, the enemy was slain. Sent back to lick his wounds.
Jack was not pleased, not only was this a fight he'd never truely acknowledge as anything more than a wee scrap, but the gangers that returned to him had failed to take control of the Slag Furnaces, and they'd lost Viktor along the way.
No one knew where Viktor was, he didn't return to the settlement in prep for the bar bash.
The gang returned home, though victorious at the bar, disappointed by the nights events. Jack knew he should have gone with them to the furnaces, but the thought of a one to one with the union representative was too delicious to pass up. He swore never again to allow the gang to be separated.
They had been drinking for a good couple of hours, before the door of the hall burst open, and in stepped Viktor!
Jack: "Where the fuck were you at the bar?! What happened at the furnaces, all you ad to fuckin do was hold them till mornin, I didn't expect you all to come to the fuckin bar. You couldn't even do that!!!"
Viktor: "I'm sorry boss, I dunno what appened. I was on duty like you said, everyfin was quite, next minute, I'm feeling like I've downed 10 barrels of Vorbraks home brew and I'm slumped against the wall!"
Jack: " if you were pissed ... And fell asleep ... I swear I'll beat the living shit out of you!"
Viktor: " boss you know me, you know I wouldnt, not when I'm on sentry anyway. I can't explain it, maybe there was sumthin in the air.... I dunno"
Jack: "Well, you're back now anyway. Let's get rat arsed, eat and forget about this bollocks. Oh and guess what!"
Viktor: "What?"
Jack: "I've heard from Doc Arrack, you know the fella who gets me my .... Medicine...
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Well, he said he's got something important for me to meet..?!??"
Viktor: "Don't you mean someone? SOMEONE important for you to meet."
Jack: "That's not what he said ..."
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Post by Tom on Feb 5, 2019 11:53:27 GMT
Elsewhere in the underhive .... The Miners Union has been disbanded. Recent administrative decisions have led the union to be taken over (Permenantly or not we are unsure at this stage) by P.I.S.S ... Primus Insurance Security Service.
They are moving in to sell off key assets of the union and to use profits to further their company.
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Post by hereticdave on Feb 5, 2019 13:08:13 GMT
Elsewhere in the underhive .... The Miners Union has been disbanded. Recent administrative decisions have led the union to be taken over (Permenantly or not we are unsure at this stage) by P.I.S.S ... Primus Insurance Security Service. Oh crap, what happened to the union? Will we be seeing the former leader as a gun for hire at all?
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Post by Tom on Feb 5, 2019 13:44:00 GMT
Too early to say at this stage, I believe he will return, but much less top heavy.
At this stage a full personnel reshuffle is at hand.
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