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Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

@Andreyich I contacted Clocku, but catch me up. I'm here to mod the story when it begins, but has anyone claimed Marienburg, and if so, were they hinting at letting you take it?

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

@BCTheEntity The firebeetle seems good. Clock has been the one reviewing the sheets so I can give little feedback on the additions to the named characters, but I did read over the Beetles and as long as they have that possibly backlash when fielding them, it seems air-tight to me.

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Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

Pretty ok. Waiting to write the beginning post, is all.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Chapter 2

They'd traveled three days following the River Eiskalt. The weather had held, and thankfully the ground was flat and sparsely wooded. Cyrdic knew the lack of Beastmen must have been for the very close proximity of Wolfenburg, and as they traveled he grew more and more sure of himself that Wolfenburg would be the only town on this side of the river allowing them passage on a barge. Luckily, with one of his last pistol shots, he'd scored a small buck. The soldier had skinned it, boiled the hide and made it into a makeshift bag for their treasures. It had been a fine night of feasting, one of the few the two outlaws have had.

On the fourth day, they found the Wolfenburg port, bartering passage aboard the River Barge called the Imperial Pride. It was an impressively large barge to be sure, but nothing entirely special about it. With a few of their gold coins, they'd bought a cabin for the two of them, though there was only one bed. Cyrdic volunteered to sleep on the floor, and told Camilla to stay on the barge while he entered Wolfenburg to trade in some of their valuables for money and supplies.

It took him half a day, but he returned with hardy carrying sacks, another long barreled Hochland pistol for Camilla, new clothing for the two of them, various items Camilla had suggested, and piles of Gold coins from what had been trades. They might not be as rich as kings, but they could survive comfortably for awhile.

The barges captain was a hooked nosed Hochlander named Fierchan Schmitt, who always seemed to pick splinters off the wooden railings whenever he contemplated a problem, or perhaps what to have for lunch. The cabin boys were most just that, boys. Younger than even Camilla, and more than a few had seemed intrigued by her. Apart from them, they had an Estalian sailing master, a Dwarf carpenter, and a few Middenland/Talabheim passangers, same as them.

Just as Cyrdic stepped back aboard and set their new items into their Cabin, did Schmitt call for them to cast off.
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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic kicked the leading ratman back, busting its snout with his broad boot. He hauled himself upwards with his two powerful arms, hearing the screeches and inhuman noises of the mutants. He didn't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate that he heard the cries of Goblins deeper within. The Skaven turned, and hissed menacingly at their hated foe. Cyrdic didn't waste time, and hauled himself up one final bit before falling onto the sunlight to hit the ledge hard, the sun turning his dark hair as golden as the treasures he held.

He coughed and sputtered, and had no real energy left to speak of. One ratman did climb up, but it whimpered at the light of the sun, and was easy pickings for Camilla's fury (and rock), bashing it and sending it falling down with its fighting brethren once more. Cyrdic lay there for many moments, before picking himself up automatically. He never rested unless there was time for it.

His big chest heaved, and instead of sighing with relief, hugging Camilla, or collapsing, he gave a very blunt. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

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It took them a few hours to make it out of the mountain range. Cyrdic had thankfully led them to one of the thinner passes. Not that it lessened their excitement, it seemed. Soon they made it past the crags and into the wooded foothills, though not within the dark forest proper. Relatively safe, supposedly.

Cyrdic had caught a few hares, skinned them and spit them over the fire Camilla had made. Finally, they could actually relax their tired selves and reflect on Sigmar knows what that was. "I've never heard of Beastmen underground," he said, turning the spitted hare over the fire. Their treasures laid under piles of leaves and sticks, in case any prying eyes or travelers were about. The sun had dipped down, but not completely. It was a nice afternoon sun. Welcome too, after the darkness.

Cyrdic took his coat off once more, and placed it over Camilla's shoulders, before plopping his rump down on a log. "Life of a Merc, I guess. Exciting and unexpected." He snorted. "If the pay is always this good, I can get used to it."
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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

His iron muscles along with Camilla's clever ideas and added strength paid off. He held his breath when he heard the greenskins pouring down the hole. He turned, about to unsheathe his sword before Camilla stopped him. He regarded her for a moment, but decided delaying was worse than anything he could do at that moment, and did his best to slip through. His body was lean and muscled, but he still had to suck it in, in order to slip through.

Once he was in, he found the corridor was much, much smaller than he thought it would be. More cramped. But it was straight, in fact it curved upwards a bit. And he felt a draft...

He pulled Camilla in if she needed help, and Cyrdic did his best to close the door before he and his treasure laden companion ran blindly down the small corridor. Even with the torch, it seemed as if this hall had no end. Even his legs began to give out after awhile, though admittedly he had been crawling, running, fighting, and falling the past few hours.

They passed a few halls branching outwards, but Cyrdic felt the air was coming from up ahead and charged forward stubbornly. It was just their luck when the last two halls they passed chittered with the all too familiar sound of rats. "Ulfric Ass," he growled. He halted for a moment, and then urged Camilla onward. Up and up and forward they went, their clinking clothing echoing down the tunnel as they moved. Behind them, beady eyes could be seen from afar, gaining on them.

It was Sigmar's grace when Cyrdic saw a stairway up ahead, leading to a small room with a makeshift ladder that led upwards, towards a small slit of light. "Your turn," he wheezed, both from the running and the dust in his throat.
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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

He nodded. "It's what comrades do," he said. As she began to strip down, he casually looked away, before his eyes were drawn toward a runic bastard sword that leaned against the far wall. It called to him, almost. It looked unlike an Elven blade, but it wasn't Dwarf either, or at least its design was not. Why was this here? Somehow, he felt as if he was meant to have it, and he strode over to grip its handle, carved in the likeness of twin Wolves. "Besides, if you hadn't have done that, we might not have found this place."

He gave the large blade a practice swing. It was surprisingly light and balanced in his hands. He didn't feel like parting with his old Broadsword just yet, but...he felt like he should take this weapon. He looped the blade's scabbard around his shoulder and under his arm, and then went to filling his coat and pant's pockets with gold and jewels. Cyrdic felt only slightly weighed down, but not enough to impede his movements. He placed various bejeweled necklaces upon his neck, and then found a small elven crown, with a sapphire at its center. He jokingly placed it atop Camilla's head, nodding in satisfaction.

"If you want my coat, let me know," he told her. He was about to speak further, when screeches echoed from above them. Cyrdic froze, and he could not tell if it was the beastmen or the Goblins. He swiftly grabbed the brand from the pile of Gold, and placed a finger to his lips as he inched his way toward the side of the room. He heard an immense grunt from above them, and realized it was the Troll. It must have been the greenskins.

Cyrdic felt along the doorway, and placed his hand upon it, applying pressure. There was a small groan, but it didn't budge. He felt confident he could cleave through it, but not without announcing their presence here. There was a lock at the door's center. Cyrdic glanced Camilla's way to see if she had any ideas.
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To Cure a Curse

Calanon's ears twitched, hearing their ambushers before they had shown themselves as well. But he had been too intent on keeping his reign on Brogach, and did not have the frame of mind to ready himself as Rayadell had. He yanked on Brogach's neck to reel his Elk to a halt, skidding to a stop.

Calanon could not quite hold on however, and let the momentum yank him off his mount. Luckily, the Elf was indeed fit for the carnival, and rolled in midair to land with his knees bent and sword out. He was without his shield, but he was still a fierce swordsmen. Brogach stamped irritably.

He looked back and forth, and leaped back from both an arrow that had flown out of the woods, and the advance of the Axeman. He leaped back once more to grab his shield from Brogach's side. "Rayadell," he whispered.

Promixtra swordsmen charged out of the woods as Calanon blocked another arrow with his shield. "Switch places. I'll take Brogach and get the archers. Meet you in the middle?" He didn't know how Rayadell fought, exactly. But if he could take out the archers quickly with Brogach, he could do a surprise flanking attack on the Promixtra brigands out front.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic had sat up, but he'd remained speechless. The scarred young fighting man was at a loss at what to say. Not in all of his life had he seen a fraction of this wealth. He could buy an estate in Reikland. He could...he could buy all of Nordland or Ostland, or barter his way into lordship. He honestly didn't know what he would do with this. He never thought he'd find riches in his lifetime.

He heard the clinking of Camilla approaching him. He shook his head. Cyrdic couldn't think right now. He reached forward and picked up a ruby the size of his fist, so polished he could see his own reflection. "Take what we can," he said. Not that it would be much, but hell, a small amount of this would keep them while they tried to find work. "We'll find a way out. We can look around. Worst comes to worst I'll boost you up top. But first..."

He turned to her. "Are you hurt? What happened?" He asked her. He was too bewildered to question her harshly. They'd just been through hell. He felt more than a few stinging cuts on him from the brawl he'd just been in. He reached up and grabbed a coin that had been stuck in his hair, looking at it more closely for a moment before facing Camilla again.

Briefly, he appreciated the landscape of a foreign beauty amid a king's treasure. It still seemed more like a dream, one he was the odd one in. It fitted more in a hero's tale. He was an outlaw now, by the measure of his home province. But old habits died hard, and his Ostland, bullheaded personality flooded back into him and he remembered they weren't out of here yet. Grabbing a few trinkets along the way would be ideal, but as long as they were both ok, he'd find a way out of here if he had to carve through rock.

Past Camilla, there looked to be a closed doorway, away from the immense vault doors. Maybe they could break through that. It didn't look like it was made of stone.
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