Rabe
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"Sir, we have caught four of them. We did them know harm, as you commanded. It was not easy. Fragile, like humans. Even harder to catch. They are locked up in the dungeon." The wight's voice was a mere whisper, like a chilly breeze blowing through dead leaves in an empty hallway. However, in U'bognthaotur's head the words rang loud an clear, transported by the bond of its soul to his mind. "How do you want us to proceed?" - "You have done well. I'll take over from here. Bring them into the yard. And call for the Black Wolf and the Jesters."
U'bognthaotur stood motionless for a few minutes, sorting his thoughts. Then he stepped onto the gallery to take a look down into the yard. The Jesters were already assembled, standing purposeless in the center of the wide space. The prisoners, lined up in front of the inner wall, seemed to cower in fear. A few thralls, two or three vampires and four players of the Harmonee Decree were lurking around, watching the Graveshade Guard's uncommon prey.
It struck him that more than just a couple of minutes must have passed and he rushed down to meet the others. |
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Craftnburn
Joined: Jul 29, 2005
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Oct 29, 2013 - 05:17 |
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Mada lead us to Blood Drinkers!
Blood Drinkers strong, We Stronger!
We push Blood Drinkers!
Fans tear Blood Drinkers apart!! |
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Mephistodragonbane
Joined: Nov 26, 2012
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Oct 29, 2013 - 05:59 |
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Pulled by the call of the grave the Cult of Perpetual Existence groaned as they baked under the heat of Ryders Cove. They could feel the ground calling to them, Something drawing them further into the heart of civilization. Vrogoth and Nagath had talked with the team, those that had awakened enough to form speech anyway. They could all feel it. The cult had to move. They waited for darkness to descend upon the land and then they left for Graveshade. |
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Dunenzed
Joined: Oct 28, 2011
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Oct 31, 2013 - 20:41 |
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"The Borosians are on the march, and have not responded to our challange" reported Chiccitza, "Hexhui has tracked their movements and they have continued West."
Goquax was unsurprised by the news, the Harmony Decree has arrived in Graveshade late, and left early. "They are yet another team afraid to face the Burning Talon, they all flee like prey!"
The Champion, Defender and Rock all stired at this, clanging weapons on armoured plate. "We must hunt!" roared Eczlat.
"But the plan?" whined Adohitza, busy preparing powder for more Firestarters, "We were going to burn the cellars of the Cult, we must burn them. All must burn"
An argument could flare up quickly between hot headed Eczlat and sour Adohitza, so a prompt decision was required, a fact not lost on the group's Oracle.
"West" declared Tzatza. "The Fire Lizard knows the Cult, but in the West we will find new offerings."
Adohitza grumbled to himself as he started packing, but not before carefully stealing a Firestarter for himself. They would leave immediately so the cellars were safe until they returned back through Graveshade, but he'd still get a chance on the way out of town. It wouldn't be a cellar, but an outlying barn full of skeleton farmers would have to do. |
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krytie
Joined: Aug 16, 2007
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Nov 08, 2013 - 22:50 |
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After wandering the Bahaal Canyons for weeks (not lost, no defintely not) without sight of another soul, the Dawi-Zharr enter the city of Yantai via a hidden entrance in the canyon wall. They come across an under-city populated by rats and goblins and immediately confront them. The conflict resolves itself into a contest of skill and might:
Yantai kick off but are soon in control of the ball. The dwarves martial prowess allowed them to thwart the goblins from the opening kickoff with a quick change of formation, leaving the hosts flat-footed. Far removed from the caves Kra-iti once explored as a youngling, the caves now seem to be a dangerous place lined with explosives, but the dwarven intruders soon find their feet and overwhelm the goblins. Soon it is the so-called Righteous who are exploding all over the pitch. Before long the ball is knocked loose by Ilushuma, fetched by one of Ayadaragalam's slaves and the centaur registers his first ever TD.
Just as the Dawi-Zharr are feeling confident and in control of the match, their hosts spring another surprise on them -- Kit Chat Wong is hurled over the Yantai line by Ong King Ee and runs in to equalises.
In the remainder of the first half the match starts to turn towards the visitors -- more than half the Righteous players are off the pitch as the slave Beatha makes it 2-1 just as the halftime whistle blows.
Receiving in the second half, and now outnumbering the opponents two-to-one, Yantai's Pesgaldaramesh takes the ball from the touchback and breaks behind the Social Club line. Wai Son Wu tries in vain to bring him down but cannot get a solid hit on the speedy Centaur. Wu is quickly surrounded but won't stay down. Despite the assistance of 3 other Yantai players, Pesgaldaramesh can only push away the rat and run in for the winning score.
Once again Yantai's military training outfoxes the Social Club members on kickoff and within moments Rit runs in for another score.
Nothing is going the Club's way and once more Yantai players flood their backfield. Erishum has a rush of blood to the beard and trips headlong spilling the ball wildly. Such is the Yantai dominance that he has ample time to straighten his hat, comb his beard and retrieve the ball before strolling in for a fifth Yantai score.
As the final second tick past, Ho Shat Wong has a chance to salvage some pride with a late score, but Ong King Ee's mind is already on dinner, and absent-mindedly tries to eat his diminutive comrade, who only just managed to wriggle free. His hat was not so lucky!
This was the first encounter between the two occupant groups of Yantai: The established rulers of Dawi-Zharr heritage, and the erstwhile rebels of the Righteous social Club who until now had been completely unknown to their Dominars. To say that Kra-iti was pleased with the way his team quelled their would-be supplanters is a gross understatement. Perhaps it should have been a shock to discover such an entrenched movement set to topple his family estate, but in truth the encounter raised Kra-iti's spirit and it enthused him greatly that he may soon be involved in a power-struggle for control of Yantai. True, the Righteous were weak, undisciplined and could be exterminated with a well prepared cleansing programme, but Kra-iti decided not to report the incursion to his peers. He swore his team to secrecy and followed the ancient pathways upwards to the cellars and finally into the Great Hall of the Elders. The first relative he found was his second cousin Naram-Suen who upon hearing the stories of adventure immediately enlisted himself to Kra-iti's cause. On the morrow he would present himself to his father and recount all he had learned (well, some of it), but for now all Kra-iti sought was his bedchamber. |
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Archpeasant
Joined: Mar 07, 2008
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Nov 12, 2013 - 19:39 |
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"RIGHT." said Gorg slowly, turning away from the dwarven runner that had approached them. "They ain't coming."
The rest of the team looked at him expectantly, save for Brakka. He was absentmindedly fumbling with the stadium's custodian halfling who had wandered too close.
"But they accepted the challenge," grunted Sporl. "They accepted and promised to bash our heads in. It sounded, what you call it, intriguing. I almost wanted to see how they'd pull it off."
Some wails and crackles came from Brakka's direction but they paid it no attention.
"It seems they want to reschedule." Said Gorg. "Something about working out for shiny things. I don't get their culture, don't ask."
"Argh," grunted Fodok. "I was promised battle. Glory. These no real dwarves. These yellow dwarves. I there a thing we can do?"
A half-squeal and more crackles pierced the air.
"There sure is," said Grobb. "We have a dwarf right here, don't we?" He pointed to the messenger. "You guys hold him down and I'll put on my tree felling boots. The ones with spikes, y'know? And then we'll send a message of our..."
"No." said Grog. "Brakka has foreseen glorious battle on the pitch. This one has barely enough battle in him for one of us. The ancestors would frown."
"But" said Grobb. Grog looked at him. "Got it. Ancestors would frown."
"HA!" said Brakka in a proud voice and held out the halfling, whose hands were in what could only be described as a knot. The fog in his eyes cleared as the team turned to look. He stared at the custodian in his palm and carefully propped it onto its feet. "Might want to get that looked at."
"Brakka, you certainly saw battle with several dwarves?" asked Grog. "Yes," nodded the shaman, scratching his troll skull. "Many dwarves, big battle. Must make spirits proud. The old bear smiles upon us, though the spirit wolf howls of danger."
"There you have it," nodded Grog. "More time for us to practice. Positions!"
The orcs spread across the field, Duzga running ahead with the ball and Sporl lagging a bit behind. "How would they do it?" Grog heard him mumble as he turned to send a reply to the dwarves. "Piggybacking? Stepladders?" |
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cowhead
Joined: Oct 22, 2006
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Nov 14, 2013 - 16:11 |
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"Finally, lets get out of here" said Gregory grabbing his pack
"Borosia, who'd want to come to Borosia?, What a vile place indeed. I'm glad we finished our business here in a timely fasion" replied the Councilman looking back at the City walls
"Aye t's a shame, t'was a beauty t' behold once" said Samuel lost in thought
"You been here before, have you mate?" asked Johnny Rotten
"Aye, was born'n raised in them there walls. Been 27 years since I've been back" replied Samuel
"Next stop Graveshade. We have some serious business here lads. Ebon Xanic holds court here and you would be wise not to cross him. When we arrive Warwick, James and Gregory will come with me to see him, the rest of you make camp towards the Southern border, we'll meet there." Said the Councilman |
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Rabe
Joined: Jun 06, 2009
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Nov 16, 2013 - 10:49 |
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Weeks of intense training had passed. The ghouls had adjusted to their new purpose in life (although U'bognthaotur assumed they didn't really have one before). Only two of them had to be killed to teach the remaining ones a lesson.
Even though the Black Wolf was euphoric (once he had adjusted to their strange smell), the Lord-Commander still had his doubts. He still wasn't sure where these creatures came from and it made him uncomfortable. Especially since they seemed to be familiar with Graveshade and all human slaves except for the thralls acted strangely in their presence. Unfortunately the ghouls themselves were too dumb or too unaware to give any useful information beyond bits of confusing jabbering including vampires, cults and eating. They seemed rather suited for Blood Bowl but had to be trained like... the undead dwarf struggled remembering the living things. Dogs.
He'd push investigations on the ghouls further soon. For now he had more pressing matters at hand: Several Blood Bowl teams were approaching Graveshade and he was supposed to ensure the estate's safety as well as the Jesters' victory over at least some of them. |
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cowhead
Joined: Oct 22, 2006
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Nov 22, 2013 - 14:03 |
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"Are we there yet?" asked the wearied Angus McKay
"Not far now. I think." replied James Frobisher
"It seems like we've been stuck in limbo for days." said Angus |
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easilyamused
Joined: Jun 06, 2008
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Nov 25, 2013 - 12:04 |
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Too long I wait. Rage builds while man-things hide.
Pox will be ours. I seek the ascendance...... |
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Craftnburn
Joined: Jul 29, 2005
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Jan 04, 2014 - 03:26 |
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Lost Magics Discovered at Ancient Battlefield!
Rumors have begun to emerge from the wastes of Eyer's Battlefield regarding the discovery of strange and wondrous items, relics of battles long past. |
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easilyamused
Joined: Jun 06, 2008
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Jan 07, 2014 - 22:41 |
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***News Flash***
Borosia will soon be holding the first annual "Calthor Cup". Started with one goal in mind, promote harmony to all the citizens of Orymm. In order to draw the numberous team to one loaction the Borosian government had to make the tournament something special and have promised a grand prize for the winner. What this prize is has yet to be disclosed but it seemed to work as not just bloodbowl players arrived in Borosia.
Special Rules
*That boy has talent* Due to the sheer volume of citizens of Orymm who have come to see the spectacle that is the Calthor Cup all teams involved and hire any player during the tournament.
*We need more space* Due to the size of the tournament and the expected amount of games to be played some games have had to be moved to another location. Graveshade.
*Massive Income* Lots of teams means lots of fans. Lots of fans means lots of income in Borosia and Graveshade. As a result the Government of Borosia has decided to re-invest that money into the game. Each team will start with an extra 100k inducement money. |
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Rabe
Joined: Jun 06, 2009
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Jan 08, 2014 - 00:21 |
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"They are coming here?"
U'bognthaotur groaned. This meant trouble. He didn't trust the Borosians at all. He didn't trust the Black Wolf to not get carried away by Blood Bowl, losing sight of their true goals. What he did trust in was, that visitors meant trouble. Especially visitors from all over Orymm. At the same time he was feeling uncomfortable, because there must have been an arrangement between Ebon Xanic and Borosia that he didn't know of.
All in all, it was bad news. And meant a lot of work. At least the ghouls would finally see some real games.
Did he really just think about the ghouls? |
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Dunenzed
Joined: Oct 28, 2011
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Jan 08, 2014 - 01:10 |
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Tzagor and the three skinks lay hidden in the wagon as it made it's way over the mountains, helping themselves to some of the exotic fruit and produce destined for some market far from Yantai.
It had been weeks since he had been taken, with the journey to the Yantai Slave Markets being a drug induced haze he couldn't really be sure. Tzagor had been sold and marked as property of a collector, before being taken off the regime of optiates upon arrival at the home of his new master.
This collector had previous experience with lizardfolk, but only skinks so in his preparations to receive his newest pet the collector failed to understand the threat that Tzagor, Born of Fire held. Tzagor was rested, his injuries from the pitch healed, and day by day his head cleared and the anger inside Tzagor sparked a fire. When the tongueless skink assigned to bring Tzagor his meals stole into the cells late one night with a key, that fire was free to torch the collectors household, rampaging in the night.
The tongueless one freed the other slaves to add to the confusion, in the process collecting two more skinks ready to throw off their shackles. The skinks worked together to guide Tzagor towards the gates, and when the mighty Kroxigor smashed them open they fled together.
Led with signals and gestures by the tongueless one the small group slipped their way through the city, avoiding the city watch roused from their beds to put down the uprising, before eventually finding refuge in cellar, through a hidden hole, down a tunnel, into a cave and into the arms of the city under Yantai.
Tzagor didn't follow what happened, the Tongueless one seemed to know some of the denizens of this place, and with the Tongueless one exchanging purses and handshakes with a goblin, Tzagor and the other two skinks were quickly welcomed.
In the days before they were loaded onto the wagon, Tzagor learnt more of his new companions, learning the Tongueless one was called Chitza, and had been a possession of the collectors for many years.
Ecgar, had been a slave but only recently purchased by the collector, having been owned by a dozen different slavers in the last 18 months. Whip scars and bruises testified as to his defiant nature.
Inzigor was only captured a few months early, and still raged at those that chained him. He wanted to return to the Collector's household with Tzagor and finish what they started the night they escaped - but was reprimanded by a clacking bark from Chitza who despite his lack of tongue made it clear that this wasn't part of his plan.
Rumours filtered down from the city above that a massive gathering was happening in the south, and that demand for premium goods was strong and rising in those parts. In response to this news many merchants, dreaming of fortunes to be made, were preparing to travel south to take advantage of whatever this event was. This was the opportunity that the Lizards needed, so arrangements were made, bribes paid, wagons loaded, and an escape from Yantai secured.
As soon as they were outside of dwarven lands and safe in Borosia, Tzagor, Chitza, Ecgar, and Inzigor would be free to find their way home. |
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ThunderDome
Joined: Aug 31, 2013
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Jan 08, 2014 - 04:06 |
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The world goes white, the match vanishes, his team vanishes, his foes vanish. Until he comes to…
“The pitch looks so small from up here… and peaceful… strange that…” The thoughts coming to Tri as he floats above the play-scarred pitch seemed to be travelling to him from a distance, fuzzy and disjointed. The howls of the crowd, some 16,000 strong, are muted and to him, sounding much like the hive of bees he had discovered in his youth in the great woods outside of Liúnár.
His last clear memory was staring down a rather fanatical looking beast, apparently some sort of Captain of this band calling themselves Harmony Decree, bearing down on him, horns leading. Moments before the blow Tri recalls musing that perhaps Harmony means something different to the denizens of Borosia, it would not be the first time a misunderstanding occurred with one of the locals due to an odd choice of words.
Tri turns his face toward the warm golden glow that spreads across the once grey sky. The Netherlands calls and who is he to refuse such an honor. He glances back to his comrades one last time before the pull overcomes him, “Fight well brothers, may you find glory in this life or the next. Honor Calls!” |
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