Monday, 30 January 2012

An Alliance Formed...

"YOU DID WHAT?!?" screamed Sir Ulric

"You said we needed funds for this expedition, I provided them" pointed out The Mad Monk, in one of his unusually lucid voices.

"You said you were going to sell some of Gelderlands surplus warmachines to some gentlemen from the East... I didn't expect you to sell them to a marauding bunch of Ogres!"

"I did say they were rotund gentlemen..."

"Well that was somewhat of an understatement now wasn't it. Now we head into the badlands knowing that at any time we could be fired upon by our own bloody cannons!"

At this the mad monk paused for a moment and considered the position. "I don't think this too likely... they seem to be quite happy with the deal, and we forged something of an informal alliance over a very large meal"

"Well I'm glad you had fun"

"Hardly, I had indigestion for days..."

"I have no interest in your constitution! Tell me we at least have some cannons left for our own armies"

"I may be mad but I am no fool - of course we do"

"Very well, let's prepare for this campaign. I suppose at least if those brutes use those cannons to devastate half the badlands we can follow in their wake. I just hope we don't see any lizards. Man those things give me the creeps - weird cold blooded little critters" Sir Ulric rattled in his armour as an involuntary shudder trickled down his spine.

At this moment a little voice chipped in, having suddenly had an epiphany...

"There were some overweight gentlemen from the east... who bought cannons over a feast..."

"Oh shut up Wilde!" roared Sir Ulric "I am most definitely NOT in the mood for your poetry right now!"


  1. TALLY HO!

    After setting up camp between the Marshes of Madness and Mount Bloodhorn, Sir Ulric heard word that The Flying Fortress was landing just upriver. He paused just long enough to grab a shiny new toy that had recently been unearthed, then set off.

    Sadly the information was erronerous... the flying fortress was still flying and was at that time to the North of the encampment, not the East. And worse, he wouldn't just come across no fortress... but creatures that are downright unsettling...

  2. I really hope i beat you as i placed your army right next to my capital with the intentions of capturing or killing this guy just to mess you up :P

    1. Intention of Capturing or Killing...

      Right so your plan is IF you kill this guy in game and then on the character injury table I roll a 2 or a 1 followed by a 1 you will mess me up... odds which apply just as equally to your character...

      Longshot aside, you would deny me a character I have never used before and which is entirely experimental... whereas if I got yours I've nicked a proven build for you and some of your best magic items... AND if I win I'm, as you said, next to your capitol... You'd better hope to beat me otherwise you could have shot yourself in the foot on turn one :oP