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| Topic Started: May 9 2011, 02:16 PM (221 Views) | |
| Undead_Rat | May 9 2011, 02:16 PM Post #1 |
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Disclaimer: The Lesser Warlock Rorsh and his giant pig-thing Brine are not my characters, but are in fact the property of Privateer Press. What follows is a fluffy recount of a scenario thought up by my brother and me. When I actually get my hands on the Rorsh and Brine models, I'll be sure to re-enact this and see how it actually plays out  “The vault is guarded.” The news spread throughout the small warband, travelling in whispers and grunts amongst the Farrow. Rorsh nodded in acknowledgement, turning to beckon Girth to his side. The shaman inclined his head respectfully, glancing at Rorsh with a glimmer of uncertainty. “Is this still wise, sir? You never said anything about guards.” Rorsh shrugged. “No matter.” “But a Devastator? We don’t have the ordinance to bring down something like that,” Girth protested. One of Rorsh’s eyebrows lifted, and he half-turned his head to glance at Brine. The massive pig-beast was thoroughly absorbed in the pile of meat, offal, gristle and bone dumped on the ground in front him, massive muscles shifting along his arms and back as he ponderously shifted position. Girth swallowed, getting the message. “Be ready. We attack at nightfall,” the warlock murmured. Harlev paused, scanning the clearing. The farrow had been here, and it looked as if he’d gathered together some friends. He smirked, drawing his axes from his belt. The tracks were fresh. Doubling his pace, the manhunter ghosted quietly through the snow-laden trees. He knew their objective now, a small outpost that served as the depository for taxes gathered from the nearby villages. The target no doubt wanted to steal the small fortune gathered there before fleeing Khador completely. Rorsh’s greed would be his doom. It would be Harlev walking away from this encounter with a small fortune, having collected the bounty for the criminal’s head. The outpost wasn’t hard to spot. It was a small, grey building, huddled in the snow, but the massive Devastator Warjack placed squarely in front of the entrance more than made up for the vault’s nondescript appearance. Rorsh took a nice, long pull on his cigar as he surveyed the scene. There was light spilling out the entrance of the building, and he could hear some kind of noise coming from inside. A steady, rhythmic thumping, like a smithy at work. He frowned, then beckoned to the brigands. The Devastator hadn’t seen them, and likely wouldn’t so long as they stuck to the tree line. Brine had been sent to the other side of the building, where the beast’s huge bulk wouldn’t give it away. The rest of the Farrow moved to join him. On the other side, well out of sight from the Devastator, Rorsh began to creep forwards. He held his lit cigar, shielded against the wind, in one hand, and a bundle of dynamite in the other. He could hear Girth, chanting prayers under his breath, moving up behind with brigands in tow. Brine kept back. If all went well, they’d be in and out of the vault with the loot before the slow-moving Warjack out the front could even react. A quick jab of his cigar, and the fuse was lit. An over-arm swing and Rorsh lobbed the bundle of explosives towards the vault, calling on the power inside him to gift the dynamite with a touch of added power. The bundle collided with the iron wall with an audible clang. A shout, something in Khardic, came from inside, and then there was silence for a single short moment. Then suddenly, everything vanished. Flame roared, and the night turned to day as the explosives detonated. When it faded, the wall was gone. Harlev heard the explosion, grinned, and moved to a sprint. Vaulting fallen trees and jagged rocks, the manhunter slipped through the silent forest towards his goal. Rorsh smirked, waved a hand to advance, and suddenly froze. There was the sound of gears and steam engines, pistons firing far faster than they should. And then the thundering juggernaut of a sprinting Warjack rounded the corner. Cursing, Rorsh backed up, sticking his fingers in his mouth and giving a frantic whistle for Brine. The Devastator had moved faster than he was anticipating, and a moment later he saw why. With footsteps almost as thunderous as his mechanikal partner, a human in steam armour burst through the hole in the vault’s wall. He hefted a massive axe, levelled it squarely at Rorsh like a gun, and then pulled a trigger. Rorsh felt the shot miss him by a hair’s breadth, and then he was felt Brine come charging in close enough for him to access the beast’s mind. “Get the loot,” Rorsh growled, glancing at Girth, before levelling his rifle at the advancing Man-Of-War. He drew on Brine’s rage, channelling it into runes that flashed into existence around the gun. The first bullet took the Man-Of-War full in the chest, but the human kept on coming, unflinching. There was a hissing noise as the second shot took out a piston of some kind in the Man-Of-War’s leg, but even that wasn’t important enough to stop it. There was a massive crash off to his left, and through his connection with Brine Rorsh was aware that the big had just picked up and hurled the massive lump of heavy armour away from the fight. He had no time to feel pleased however, as he barely dodged the first swing of the human’s huge axe. Swearing under his breath, Rorsh pulled out another stick of dynamite, lit the fuse, and dropped it at his own feet in one swift movement. He heard the human swear and leapt back. By the time the debris from the explosion cleared, there was a good distance between himself and the massive, heavily-armoured human. The Man-Of-War began to build up speed again, charging towards him, but with a quick wave of his hand Rorsh sent runes streaming out to cover the area around him. The ground rippled beneath the human’s feet, and he slowed to a mere crawl. Spitting out his cigar, Rorsh turned to run. A moment later, an axe took him in the face. In the instant between life and death, the warlock drew on his depleted energy to send the wound to Brine. He felt the beast’s pain as a bright flash of light across his mind as his own wound closed as quickly as it had began. His new attacker was a short, stocky Khard, dressed in animal fur and with an axe in each hand. The fact that his first blow had failed to kill hadn’t phased the human, who promptly swung his second weapon at Rorsh’s gut. The farrow wasn’t fast enough dodging the blow, which carved a shallow wound across his midsection. The pain was bearable though, and nothing important had been hit. Taking another draw on Brine’s energies, Rorsh used his magic to guide his cleaver and boost its impact as he swung back at the human. The man was fast, fast enough that under normal circumstances Rorsh doubted the blow would have connected. With his magic behind it however, the blow struck the manhunter full on the chest, crushing muscle and bone with a single, brutal strike. Killed in an instant. Rorsh whirled back to the Man-Of-War, who was struggling forward despite the enchantment distorting the area around the farrow Warlock. At the same time, he could sense Brine as the pig was lifted up by the Devastator, which at some point had regained its footing. A moment later there was a terrified squeal, and the already-injured giant hog was sent flying through the air. The pig crashed down close to the vault, crushing an unfortunate brigand to death in the process. It struggled to its feet despite that however, moving to meet the advancing Devastator. In its injured state however, it was unlikely to survive the combat. Brine was lucky then, that the brigands intervened. One seemingly suicidal farrow charged forward, meeting the Devastator in the middle. For a moment the brigand’s club hammered ineffectually on the massive, inter-locking shields mounted on the Devastator’s arms, before the shields swung open and the Warjack’s payload of grenades dropped and detonated. The brigand vanished into a mist of blood and shrapnel. Rorsh leapt back, keeping just out of reach of the Man-Of-War, even as he felt something heavy being loaded onto Brine’s back. They had the loot. Grimacing, Rorsh turned and sprinted to safety, whistling for Brine to follow him. With a damaged leg, and weighed down by his armour, the vault’s guardian never stood a chance. Farrow and beast outstripped their pursuers, making for the tree line. Rorsh honestly couldn’t care less what happened to Girth and his remaining brigands. If they slowed down the already pursuit, so much the better. Whether they fled in different directions, or if they laid down their lives to slow the Khador guards, it didn’t matter. He never saw them again, and with Brine carrying a small fortune in trunks stuffed with money, he honestly didn’t care. The pair turned south. Their hunter was dead, the guards were too slow to follow. Overall, it was a good day to be a criminal. The Cast: The following Warmachine/Hordes models were present in the making of this short story, Rorsh and Brine Farrow Brigands Man-Of-War Kovnik Devastator Manhunter OOC: 1475 words. That's at least one AP  Any thoughts and comments? |
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| Deleted User | May 9 2011, 02:20 PM Post #2 |
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No bears?  Ah wells... maybe next time, eh? But yar, story be good, story be good. One tiny ickle criticism though, it needs more bears
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| Undead_Rat | May 9 2011, 02:32 PM Post #3 |
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I could've featured the Great Bears (or possibly Brun and Lug), but I wanted Rorsh and Brine to win, not get chopped in half by giant axes/mauled by a giant teddy polar bear
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| Deleted User | May 9 2011, 02:49 PM Post #4 |
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Maybe write a story about the Great Bears having a picnic in the forest? Iiiiiif you go down to the woods today youre in for a big surprise, some very large bears are eating they lunch, what meats does that sandwich comprise.... of? (didn't quite fit syllible wise... but hey, marks for trying? )
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| Undead_Rat | May 9 2011, 02:55 PM Post #5 |
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The Great Bears are actually men wearing bear skin and carrying rather large axes Just saying 
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| Deleted User | May 9 2011, 03:01 PM Post #6 |
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So... they're Bear wannabes? Who can blame 'em?
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| Warlord Arskittar | May 9 2011, 07:55 PM Post #7 |
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I'm Making Rorsh in MP |
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| Undead_Rat | May 10 2011, 09:25 AM Post #8 |
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Well, his gun is cool, and I love his Diversionary Tactics ability with his dynamite, but I'd have gone for Brine personally
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| Warlord Arskittar | May 10 2011, 09:31 AM Post #9 |
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Hmmm....piggy....how to make piggy... |
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| Deleted User | May 10 2011, 09:35 AM Post #10 |
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Brine eh? So thats a Rat Ogre-Wild Boar Hybrid? With perhaps a bit of Dwarf Slayer in there to give him a nice bushy mohawk. |
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| Chieftain Quickitt | May 10 2011, 09:37 AM Post #11 |
 
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Just breed an ogre with a razorgor
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| Warlord Arskittar | May 10 2011, 09:39 AM Post #12 |
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Manthing with a pig, give it a gun! |
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| Deleted User | May 10 2011, 09:41 AM Post #13 |
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So if you make a Brine and Arsk makes a Rorsh, from what ive heard Guldan could build a Devastator, just need someone to make a man of war, then voila, 2 v 2
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| Chieftain Quickitt | May 10 2011, 09:52 AM Post #14 |
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I thought UR had cassius and wormwood?
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| High Lord Chilath | May 10 2011, 09:58 AM Post #15 |
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Hmm, I can make a devastator, it's just and ogre with amour plating? |
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