Raiders Of The Lost Axe - Gaming Thread, now over 20 pages long!

Before we start some quick posting guidelines.

Where possible refer to your character by name, for example: 'Grotfang decides to explore the room'. This helps everyone remember whom is whom. If you want to post character speech please remember to use "speech marks".

If at any time you need to post something 'out of character' use the term OOC: .To switch back use IC: (in character).

Edit: Something to avoid is 'god-modding' (controlling what happens to another character other than your own).

Edit2: If you are not a listed player please do not post here. Refer to the signup & general discussion thread. There you are welcome to post any comments/feedback.

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INTRO:

Black Crag. The forbidding fortress sits astride the western end of Death Pass, its grim towers facing both east and west, tattered orcish flags hung from the ramparts. Barring one of the major routes through the mountains its orcish overlords have for centuries grown fat on tolls and tithes from human caravans passing east. At the same time the fortress has become a gathering point for various greenskin thieves, traders, renegades and sell-swords moving back and forth between the Darklands and the Badlands. These free-booterz have made a vast encampment just beyond the gates. Even by orc standards it is a wretched hive of scum and villany.

Among the wanderers drawn to this place is aged and gnarly orc shaman named Snagtoof. Rumour has spread that Snagtoof has had a vision from Gork (or possibly Mork) showing him the location of the legendary lost axe of Gorbad Ironclaw. Now Snagtoof is recruiting volunteers for his axe-finding expedition. The question is, what brave greenskins will answer the call?

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Snagtoof has spread the word that all volunteers for the quest are to present themselves outside his tent at an appointed time. One by one you each arrive at the shaman's tent, and stand there waiting. The tent itself is a large but tatty affair with a big grinning bat painted above the doorway. It also reeks of many foul smells from god knows what source.

Eventually you hear a movement from inside and Snagtoof emerges. He is dressed in tattered filthy rags and carries a twisted oak staff. He turns his piercing glare on each of you, sizing you up. Finally he speaks.

"As you all know Gorbad Ironclaw was da greatest boss of all, who stomped many stunties and umies - all the time weilding his mighty axe, Morgor Da Mangler, the greatest of all axes. Until da fateful last battle where he disappeared and woz never seen again. Since den his axe woz lost to us. But now da Godz have shown me where to find it. Once I recovers da axe I will present it to a worthy warboss chosen by da godz, and of course those that helped retreive the axe will be well rewarded. Dis is about more than just gold though, itz fame and glory ladz, and a chance to serve da godz themselves. Iz you all willing to undertake dis quest?".

You are not wholly convinced by this ragged shaman capering about infront of you who seems a little bit mad, but then you have already come this far... You each nod and voice your agreement.

"Good den, very good." Snagtoof grins wide, thus showing all his broken teeth. "Now I must go and pray to da Idols for our safe journey! Take care of wot business you need den meet me back 'ere at sunset." With that last comment he then turns round and disappears back inside the tent.

OOC: You each have a few hours available before the journey begins. Possible sites to visit are:
The Trade Markets
The Drinking Hall
The fortress

Characters present:
Tarosch - Black Orc Warrior
Kragga - Orc Warrior
Gitlik - Night Goblin Beast-hunter
Pic-Pac - Goblin 'ranger' with wolf-mount
Nassnaff - Forest Goblin Shaman
Nyah Nyah - Snotling thief

This post has been edited by Craze_b0i on Sep 14 2012, 07:59 PM

Tarosch looks around and is slightly dissapointed in it beeing so manny gobbos meandering about his legs, but then again gobbos have their uses they just have to show him how good they are later on when they get a chance. For now orcs are they way to go according to Tarosch and so he turns to Kragga and Brick and with a couple of punches on their backs asks them to join Tarosch in da drinking halls for a bucket of Butznits whutzit later on.

Without waiting for a respons, Tarosch walks away to pack his stuff and equip himself. And of course to make sure da Doorcracka is propperly sharp, wouldn't want to set out with a dull cleava now would we.

OOC: did some slight editing due to more orcs signing on

This post has been edited by Gork Morksson on Jun 25 2012, 12:15 PM

Nazznaff just stands there scratching his armpit..this is confusing he thought, first there was a group of lads and now there's less! And what did that old orc said, he said something about da Godz which was interesting and something else about an axe and a great wa.......

Nazznaff's period of thinking suddenly ends when his fingers touch a spider that was crawling in his armpit, without further thought he quickly pops it into his mouth and chews it loudly whilst staring vacantly at his surroundings.

While the rest of the party are deciding what to do I should probably mention the fact that Pic-Pac's wolf is staring rather hungrily in the direction of Nyah Nyah the snotling. For Nyah Nyah this is somewhat disconcerting.

OOC:

This post has been edited by Craze_b0i on Jun 25 2012, 08:12 PM

OOC: Should I control Killa the wolf directy or only through commands?

IC: "I's out'a arrers!" said Pic-Pac as he picked up the snotling and rode towards the marked to trade him in for some.

OOC: Post commands. But he will generally do what you want him to as long as you are together. When you walk somewhere you can assume he follows automatically (unless ofc you are already riding him).

OOC: Ok this is something called 'god-modding' (controlling what happens to another character other than your own). Something everyone needs to try and avoid. A more correct post would be: 'Pic Pac tries to pick up the snotling...' The GM (myself) then decides if your action succeeds. In this case I am going to rule that Nyah Nyah is standing too far away for the plan to work, the very fact you have a wolf means he is already standing at a respectful distance.

This post has been edited by Craze_b0i on Jun 28 2012, 07:55 PM

IC: Nyah Nyah Brittlestitchez wasn't sure if the others had even noticed his presence as the wily, old shaman had told them about this famous lost axe of some Gorbad fella. He only heard every second word as the stench emitting from the feet of the orc with the small helmet on befuddled his snotling mind as only a maggoty-cheese smell could. He sensed it would be dangerous, he sensed it would be rewarding, but he knew he was going to have ta smell doz cheese feet for most of the journey...

Nyah Nyah pondered what to do. "Most of da big 'uns will be going to da drinkin' hall fer some grog... I should get me some supplies since I'm smarta den them. That'll prove my worth!" With big, proud strides (well, big and proud for a snotling!), Nyah Nyah set off towards the direction of the trade markets, with every intention of loosing his sticky fingers on some poor gobbo's wares. His moment of fervor was cut short however when he looked up and saw the gaping maw of some mangy mutt. It sniffed the air, its blood-red eyes gazing longingly at Nyah Nyah's legs.

"Aaaahhh!!!!! You ain't gettin' meh legs ya dirty beast!!" A true masque of terror forming in Nyah Nyah's face as he turned to run away. A globule of saliva hit the dirt in from of the wolf and hardened in the dusty soil. Nyah Nyah's escape was cut short by the appearance of a dark shadow moving over him. It was attached to an arm, and that arm was attached to that fella who owned the wolf.

"Get away from me ya weirdo!" Nyah Nyah squealed with almost a silent tone, scrambling to get away from the clutches of the goblin. Nyah Nyah knew all too well what stranger danger goblins and their knobby little hands were! As fast as his little legs could take him, he darted for a barrel next to Snagtoof's tent.

OOC: Can Nyah Nyah try to get inside because of his small size (Small and Squishy and Extremely Lucky special rules)? To get a peak at some mystery of Snagtoof the others would miss? We could do secret game master's private messages for players who do such things? ;D

IC: Emerging from behind the barrel, his plans to visit the trade markets thwarted, Nyah Nyah carefully skulked off towards the imposing vista of the fortress. "They're all bleedin' nuts I tell ya!" He muttered under his breath "At least I'll be able to lay low in diz castle thing until it's ready to go. If I even get back in time!" Soon his presence at the gathering was just a shadow of a dot on the dusty road to the fortress. Nyah Nyah couldn't help but wonder as he made his way if he should've stayed next to cheesy feet after all...

Scene.

This post has been edited by Da Spawn Man on Jun 26 2012, 12:48 AM

Kragga's Ead hurts, Dis Snagtoof is gonna be a real Pain if he keeps talkin to much. Lookin around at the other Boyz Kragga Wonders how dey would do in a fight.

"Ill be der faster den a Halfling can eat a pie"

Kragga says to Tarosch's twords da drinking halls, Just gotta go see if dis fortress has any Ead Ach Stoppa Mushrooms.

This post has been edited by Krolog da FaceMangler on Jun 26 2012, 12:59 AM

OOC: Yep, if any player comes across 'secret information' I will use private messenger.


To all: once everyone has posted their action I will do a general update.

This post has been edited by Craze_b0i on Jun 26 2012, 01:12 AM

OOC: Couple of questions: Okay so if there's secret information in a private message can the player choose to share it with the group? And these private messages won't be available every time will they? Only when they're warranted?

Also, can you update more than once in a row? Like if people are taking forever, or someone mentions you in a post, but you've already posted?

EDIT: And should we keep discussions/questions like this to the signup thread or something else to de-clutter the main thread? Or is it okay? I'm all good either way.

This post has been edited by Da Spawn Man on Jun 26 2012, 02:10 AM

OOC: Yes, if you get information by PM it is totally up to you whether to share it. And yes, I won't use PM for everything - only when i feel a need to be 'mysterious'.

Yes you can update more than once.

Yeh its a good idea if this thread doesn't get too cluttered. Brief OOC comments here are fine. But more general OOC discussion can go on the signup thread.

This post has been edited by Craze_b0i on Jun 26 2012, 11:38 AM

Gitlik joins the wolf in eyeing the rather tasty looking snotling. When it disappears behind a barrell he decides that perhaps he had best save it for later. After all, such a sneaky little creature could have its uses.

Sighing, he sets off in the direction of the market in search of somfink to eat.

OOC: Update time. Just a quick note first to tell you that every character starts with a small pouch of coins. Not much, but enough to buy a few drinks etc.

IC:
Having checked all his gear and sharpened his axe Taroch the black orc heads to the drinking hall. Inside the hall he finds a rowdy mix of orcs and goblins. There are even a couple of savage orcs, who strutt around the room completely naked - much to the disapproval of the other patrons. The bar-tender is a burly peg-legged orc. On kegs behind the bar are a range of local brews including 'Black Crag Ale' and 'Grinning Moon Special'. As Taroch strides into the room he is accosted by a squeaky goblin trying to sell him a ferret.

Having failed to grab the wary snotling Pic-Pac the wolfrider heads to the trade markets to look for arrows. Gitlik the night goblin beast-hunter follows in the same direction. Most of the stalls they find are run by members of the goblin trader-tribes. By reputation much of their merchandise tends to be of a somewhat dubious quality, however among the assorted junk it is sometimes possible to pick out useful items. Set apart from these are several orc weapon-smiths selling new choppas, their stalls made extra visible by the black smoke billowing from their dirty forges. Further ahead both characters also see the familiar sign of a butcher's stall. (OOC: You can choose to investigate as many options here as you want.)

Kragga the orc warrior stomps up the path toward the fortress. The colossal walls of Black Crag loom above him. The banners of the Red Fang Tribe hang above the gate. As Kragga approaches the gateway he is stopped by a gang of tough looking and well-equipped orc guards. "Wot do yoo want?" growls the leader. Kragga replies he wants to go inside. "Outsiders ain't allowed" the captain replies gruffly, "unless of course they wish to pay a donation".

Having stopped to take a sneek peek inside the shaman's tent Nyah Nyah the snotling also heads up toward the fortress. He approaches the gateway, the guards have not yet spotted him.

Meanwhile back at the shaman's tent poor Nazznaff the goblin shaman continues to stare vacantly at his surroundings.

Which way Brick the orc went no-one is yet sure...

OOC: @Lexington: Assumed you still wanted to go to the market, even though you didn't grab the snotling. if this is not correct let me know.

This post has been edited by Craze_b0i on Jul 1 2012, 10:05 PM

IC: Nyah Nyah looked back towards the camp and his heart sank. Despite running from the motley crew as fast as he could, lest he lose his little legs to some mutt, they obviously hadn't carried him fast enough away from Kragga, or Cheesy Feet as Nyah Nyah had unaffectionately dubbed him.

Letting out an inaudible grumble, Nyah Nyah scuttled near some bushes next to the entrance to the fortress as Kragga drew close. He heard the orc guards tell Kragga of some compensation that was needed to enter. Nyah Nyah saw the small-headed orc's muscles tense, and sensed his chance to sneak past the guards if a fight ensued. As the guards converged to speak to Kragga, Nyah Nyah edged his way along the black fort's walls. "Too far to climb with me rope!" he squeaked ruefully as he craned his neck up towards the top of the battlements.

Drawing his cloak over his head, Nyah Nyah crouched low and began to sneak behind the preoccupied guards. But a thought crossed his mind "Wot if Cheesy Feet needs sum 'elp?" He cast a guilty look back to Kragga, hoping their eyes would meet. If he was ever to earn his place on the journey ahead, Nyah Nyah would have to start being an asset to the others, cheesy feet or not...

OOC: Kragga, Nyah Nyah wants to know if you would like help if you intend to fight the guards. If you do, Nyah Nyah will attempt to aid you in this fight. If you don't want to fight them, or want help, or take a different action, Nyah Nyah will attempt to sneak behind the guards and into the fortress GM.

EDIT: 666 posts!

This post has been edited by Da Spawn Man on Jun 27 2012, 08:15 AM

"Whut good is a ferret?!" Tarosch wonders having never come accros such a creature before... or mabye he has... it is hard to know exactly what you eat is theese days. "Can it go fer their eyes? can it hack at thems throaths with its teeth untill da bluud goes wooosh?"

Tarosch talks to the gobbo salesman as he wanders up towards the bar. Once there he slaps down some money and asks the peg legged orc to "Give me sumthing which fumes would make a hummie fall of da battlements "

Tarosch then looks around the room and notices the savage orcs to which he mutters under his breath. Where Tarsoch comes from naked usually ment you were dead and looted by your fellow tribees... but mabye they thought about this beforehand and keeps naked so that no one would bother attacking them... as such he ponders upon if the naked orcs are either very clever or dumb as squigg dung while idly listening to the ferret selling gobbo.