BangoSkank

Through the Portal

Shel Applewood

Time was passing and the grass beneath their feet was changing, but into what?

The group's conflict had not quite come to blows, though it had been close, and it seemed time to move on. Ayana had made a good call, to Shel's reckoning at least. As Esalia headed out toward the hill Ayana had pointed out Shel trotted away from Rintor, Numzom, and Victor/Argor.

"I suppose it's got to be tough to be of two minds," he stopped and called to them, "but unless one of those minds knows what it is that is happening out here, we should probably all of us get going."

Coming up on the horse he reaches up to it, causing it to tilt it's head down, and he gives it a thorough spirited scratching.

"No life out here, no bees on the flowers, no bugs beneath the rocks, doesn't seem like a good thing does it? Don't think we want to be out here when whatever is happening finishes happening. Let's get going, the sooner we get off this weird grass is the sooner we can set up camp, which is the sooner I can get a proper stew going."

The horse neighs and shifts from foot to foot, Shel reaches up to administer further scratches but it doesn't seem to be interested in his scratches any more. He climbs up onto the carriage and looks nervously from the party to the hill Esalia is headed toward.

"Please, can we just get going? I don't like this and neither does our horse."

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

If no one objects I'm going to have the Skaven basically massing for war down by Tilea/Estalia.

Skavenblight, Fester Spike, Foul Peak, and Putrid Stump (All Reddish Brown on the Map). As the RP starts I'll have them taking over Tobaro (Yellow on the Map right next to Estalia) by force, it will give me something to do and help me sort of establish Skaven.

Regional Old World Map

Tobaro will then be sort of my above ground wasteland place when the majority of the Skaven forces retreat back underground. Again, if no one objects, I'll do a bit of RPing as the doomed Tobaran military as they're wiped out.

Through the Portal

I'm going to post in the next couple hours, just Shel encouraging people to get going and hopping onto the back of the carriage. Hoping to advance this to the camp setting relatively quickly so we can maybe find out whats up with the grass and have a nice little chat around the fire while eating dinner.

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

Glad this thing is still breathing.

Does anyone have a claim on Border Princes/Tilea?

I'm thinking of going with the idea suggested that Skaven are starting to come out of their tunnels. Thinking of doing something about the fall of either a good portion of The Border Princes (as independent small nations they rapidly fell to a vast feral Legion) or the Remas Republic of Tilea. Either way the area would basically be considered cursed now, like Mousillon is in standard canon, but with some extra Lovecrafty bits.

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Perhaps we can move this out to a rocky outcropping and set up a campsite pretty quick. Start setting up a temporary home, start figuring out what's going on with the flora and fauna, figure out what to do tomorrow.

When we do get settled a bit Shel will start cooking around a nice little fire pit and say something to anyone around to listen about how worried he is about the lack of wildlife.

Start getting to know each other, good stuff

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

I'm pretty much the same, time to RP not so much to co-GM

Through the Portal

The potential danger was right in their midst. He certainly looked dangerous to Shel, tall and weighty, oddly clothed, masked, faintly glowing. All tended to be tell tale signs of trouble. There was also the story he told of himself, explaining that you both were and were not responsible for the murder of 200 villagers, that also tended to be a tell tale sign of trouble.

But what was a Halfling to do?

Rintor and Rhen had began a vote in regard to just what to do with their stowaway. Shel was pretty sure from the way she was looking at him that the changeling had a list of ideas that was growing by the moment. But before much could come of that the Mithra Esalia had dashed in and been restrained by Rintor, preventing an encounter that may well have led to the death of incapacitation of one or the other.

With the battle momentarily delayed and the relative safety provided by having three of their number quite close indeed to the threat with a fourth providing bow and arrow cover Shel figured he really ought to do something.

His sling and his butcher knife weren't particularly threatening, but Shel wasn't very good at being threatening in general. Wasn't much good for much of anything in combat, good thing then it hadn't come to combat just yet. He tottered over waving gaily despite the awkwardness.

"Hello Victor the Crimson Marauder, hello Argor the Destroyer," he said to the stowaway, "I'm Shel the Halfling," looking uncomfortable and pointedly out of his depth he reached into his bag and pulled forth his mighty weapon with a flourish, "Would you care for some Traggot? It's a Dwarfen delicacy, boiled wolf hide."

Through the Portal

"Hi Argor the Destroyer, I'm Shel the Halfling."

Shoot, maybe I'll have him say that after all. It made me smile.

Through the Portal

I'm waiting too. Havent abandoned this thread, just don't think Shel can do much when "ambushed" like this. I'll have something about him being very concerned about the implications of no animal life as soon as this part concludes.

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

Maybe we can have a rumble in the jungle in the Mountains of Mourn. Ogres vs Rat Ogres. Winner eats the loser.