Stopping the Plague

Participants- Seros, Teheboq, Valmir, Turin
Timeline- Week 1

As the prophet spoke of the source of the plague dozens of people circled him to listen. But the moment the prophet suggested an expedition into the jungle the people immediately lost interest. Most shook their head and walked off. "Lunatic" and "Suicide Mission" were phrases uttered by the majority of the departing crowd. The prophet began to get desperate as the people dispersed around him.

"No you fools! You know not what you do! If you leave now, we are all doomed. The crowd ignored him as they left. Soon the prophet was alone with four individuals. A fully armored chaos knight, a mysterious dark haired man in a cloak, a saurus warrior covered in bones, and a short dwarf with a brace of pistols and the steering wheel of a ship. The prophet slowly turned in a circle looking over the four remaining settlers and began to mumble to himself.

"mmm... interesting... this won't do at all. We need more, we need so many more." His eyes locked on the chaos warrior. "The taint of dark gods, yes he'll do nicely." Sticking an wrinkled bony finger at the dwarf and then the saurus. "MMmmmm yes more meat is good. Lots of fortitude is required." He lastly turned to the dark haired man, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "No... you will not do. But... you may be able to assist the others." He stepped off his pedastal and hobbled over to the side of the street motioning for them to follow. "Anyone interested in saving us all please follow me." The four individuals followed him as he led the group off into an alleyway.

"I can offer you no reward. And many of you do not appear to be the type to do deeds for the greater good." He said nodding to the chaos warrior and dark haired man. "So what is your purpose here? Why do you wish to help stop the plague?"

Now outside of earshot of any townsfolk who might... get the wrong impression of him, so to speak, Seros leaned in towards the prophet. "My reasons are my own, old man. And I especially decline to be questioned by one such as you. Do not think I have failed to sense the weight upon your soul... Simple insanity? I think not. I will be watching you closely."

Fiddling with his pistol brace and looking at who will be his travel companions Turin states at no one in particular, "Tis true, that I do not do this out of the goodness of m' heart, but that I would like to get something out of this. I'm pretty sure whatever is causing this plague, will have plenty of booty nearby." With an impatient look, "So, where is the plague stone you crazy bugger."

"Clearly, if anything unfortunate were to happen to our precious hovels the community would decay beyond repair," replied Valmir, his tone even but for a hint of sarcastic mirth just below the surface of his words. He spoke without looking to the old man, keeping his eye on Seros. While he'd battled Chaos in the past that had strayed too far into his land, Shadowfang had always made a point to avoid making an enemy of the Dark Gods. He was proud, but pragmatic in the same breath and knew that the armies of the north were vast, vast enough that he did not wish to deal with them at the same time as the Sigmarites. "Someone has to think of the children."

Seros smiled slightly beneath his helmet. "Of course. Every soul that perishes before being... enlightened is a terrible tragedy. We all act out of the purest altruism, no doubt..." Seros glanced warily at the saurus and the dwarf. "...No doubt."

"We all act out of the purest altruism, no doubt..."

The prophet noticeably cringed at those words. "Yes... yes... I'm sure all your motives are most pure. Especially the silent one." He said with a nod towards the Saurus. "Well now that we know that we are doing it for the children shall we be off. I may be a seer but I am not much of a fighter. You will need to guard me until we reach the stone. " With that he pulled a cane out from under his robe and hobbled off down the road humming a tune to himself.

After following the path for a short while the prophet took a sudden turn straight into the jungle. Only about ten minutes into walking there was a distinct howl. Looking up suddenly the prophet turned to the group in horror. "Beastmen, everyone to arms! It's an ambush!"

Initiative! Agx2 + Roll
Seros - 20 + 91 = 111
Teheboq - 30 + 68 = 98
Valmir - 36 + 62 = 98 <- Higher Agility
Turin - 20 + 69 = 89
Prophet - 20 + 89 = 109
Ungor Skirmishers - 50 + 79 + 20 (Ambush) = 149
Ungor Spearmen - 40 + 73 + 20 (Ambush) = 133

*wow* Lots of high rolls.

Initiative Order
Ungor Skirmishers
Ungor Spearmen
Seros
Prophet
Valmir
Teheboq
Turin

Battlefield

Skirmisher 1 Skirmisher 2	Spearman 1 Spearman 2	______	_______	Skirmisher 3 Spearman 3
______	Prophet	Seros Valmir	Turin Teheboq	______

Skirmisher 1!
The ungor drew a javelin jumping forward from its hiding place in the jungle and launched a spear at Valmir.

Hit
18-25 + 50 = 43 < 35

The javelin landed next to Valmir's foot.

Skirmisher 2!
The second ran forward after the first and launched the javelin at Seros.

Hit
10-25 + 50 = 35 < 53 Hit!
Critical Hit
95 < 37 No critical hit.

Wound (Use Ag for Light Throwing)
10-21 + 50 = 39 < 93

Damage
1-6 + S-T/5 - Arm
1 + 2 - 5 = 0 Damage

The javelin bounced off of Seros's armor.

Skirmisher 3
The last skirmisher jumped out from behind the group and threw a javelin towards the Saurus's exposed back.

Hit
15-25 + 50 = 40 < 92 Hit!
Critical Hit
95 < 67 No critical hit.

Wound (Use Ag for Light Throwing)
27-21 + 50 = 56 < 93 (*My god the high rolls!)

Block
95 < 56 No block

Damage
1-6 + S-T/5 - Arm
2 -1 - 2 = 0 Damage


Battlefield
The javelin bounced off the heavy bone armor.

_____	Spearman 1 Spearman 2 Skirmisher 1 Skirmisher 2	______	_______	Skirmisher 3 Spearman 3
______	Prophet	Seros Valmir	Turin Teheboq	______

The ungor spearmen let out a howl as their allies javelins flew towards their targets. Emboldened by numbers they surged forward. The first lunged for the prophet.

Hit
10 - 20 + 50 = 40 < 68 Hit

Dodge
75 < 81 Dodge!

The prophet let out a shriek as he narrowly avoided the beastman's thrust.


Spearman 2
The spearman roared and dove forward stabbing for Seros's stomach.

Hit
20-22+50= 48 < 23. Miss

The blow was strong but clumsy. Seros deflected the attack easily with his rapier.

Spearman 3
The third spearman charged Teheboq from behind giving a roar and plunged his spear into Teheboq's exposed back.

Hit
15+22+50= 43<81 Hit

Wound
28-(32)22+50= 46<82 Wound

Block
95 < 81 No block
Ward
98 < 58

Armor
3-6 + S-T/5 - Arm
5+0-2 = 3 Damage. - DR = 1 damage.

The attack hit home and pierced the armor and thick scales leaving a small spot of blood but causing no serious harm.

Status

_____	Spearman 1 Skirmisher 1 Skirmisher 2	Spearman 2	Spearman 3	Skirmisher 3
______	Prophet	Seros Valmir	Turin Teheboq	______

Ungor Spearman 1: Perfect
Ungor Spearman 2: Perfect
Ungor Spearman 3: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 1: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 2: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 3: Perfect
Seros: Perfect 15/15
Prophet: Perfect
Valmir: 17/17 Perfect
Teheboq: 26/27 Good
Turin: 15/15 Perfect

Next up. In this order.
Seros
Prophet
Valmir
Teheboq
Turin

Beastmen. Seros had never seen one in person before, but he was well versed from his extensive reading on the subject. They were somewhat distasteful, he had to say. Barbaric. Unfitting of the glory and majesty of Chaos. Snapping his fingers, he returned the javelin with a javelin of fire, while studying the Ungor's markings for any sign of their affiliation. He expected the work of Grandfather Nurgle, but evidence to confirm his suspicions would be ideal.

(Red Fire on Skirmisher 2. Also omg I roll a Spot check to see what god they worship)

Seros summoned the flames of tzeentch once more. This time forming the flame into a javelin.

Casting Roll
40+10-28 = 22 < 29 Success
Irresistible Force -
95 < 45 Regular Cast

Spell Power Roll
17-28+50= 39 < 59 Success

Damage
4-13 + Wp-Wp/5 - Arm
7+2-1 = 8 damage.

The javelin flew true hitting the skirmisher square in the chest. He erupted in a burst of flames.

(*Spot check) - The ungors have a brand of a black spear across their chests but no other distinguishing markings and there is nothing you notice to indicate which god they worship.

Status

_____	Spearman 1 Skirmisher 1	Spearman 2	Spearman 3	Skirmisher 3
______	Prophet	Seros Valmir	Turin Teheboq	______

Ungor Spearman 1: Perfect
Ungor Spearman 2: Perfect
Ungor Spearman 3: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 1: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 2: Burned Alive
Ungor Skirmisher 3: Perfect
Seros: Perfect 15/15
Prophet: Perfect
Valmir: 17/17 Perfect
Teheboq: 26/27 Good
Turin: 15/15 Perfect

Next up.
Prophet

The prophet dove onto the ground covering his head with his hands cowering.

Next Up in no particular order.
Valmir
Teheboq
Turin

Watching the javelin fly into the air with no particular interest in the attack, Valmir's eyes followed the missile to it's resting place at his feet. With a raised eyebrow, he turned his attentions to his would-be attacker that had failed to even strike him. Not that he would have been by such a common weapon, but it was the principle of the offense. Reaching to his belt, Valmir wrapped his fingers around the elegant Nippon longblade that he carried. He had once favored the cutlass until he'd found himself at the end of a Skaven Assassin's blades. The Assassin was no warrior, he had died easily. But his weapons, inspired by the time that Clan Eshin had spent in the far away nation of Nippon, had possessed a certain finesse them that appealed to the Strigoi vampire's sense of nobility. Of course, rather then claim the rat's weapons for his own (they were dirty and caked with unwashed blood)-- Valmir had sought out a swordmaker from that land and had one made for himself. With a flourish, he drew his weapon and raised his foot forward as if he were taking a step only to have his body's image waver and disappear as he charged at the Skirmisher that had thrown a javelin at him.

[Actions]
Charge Skirmisher 1 with Hand Weapon

[Passives]
2 Armor
2 DR
2 Armor Penetration
100% Poison Immunity

Valmir ran past the ungor spearman and charging the one on the backlines who had so foolishly attacked him.

Hit
12-21+50= 41 < 10 Miss!

The blade swung true but the ungor drew a dagger and blocked the heavy blade as it swung down. The force of the blow made the beast stumble back and drop his dagger.

Status Unchanged

_____	Spearman 1 Skirmisher 1	Spearman 2	Spearman 3	Skirmisher 3
______	Prophet Valmir	Seros	Turin Teheboq	______

Turin and Teheboq. All you fellas.

The man beasts were one of the few "intelligent" races that Teheboq had fought before with his brothers. They were unorganized, but the winds of chaos gave them great strength. In those days Teheboq had learned that the beastmen thrive in chaos, and when they are unable to cause it in the enemy lines they will break themselves. As much as Teheboq would have loved to have turned to face the spearman attacking him, defending the prophet was his first priority. Running forward Teheboq brought his blade up, hoping to hamstring the spearman attacking the warrior-mage as he made his way towards the prophet.

[Actions]
Charge Spearman 2 with Hand Weapon

[Passives]
5% block chance
2% Ward Save
2 Armor
2 DR
100% immunity to critical hits

[Poison]
Weakness Poison - Rank 1 - Lowers the enemy's Strength and Weapon skill by 1 for 3 rounds on hit

Teheboq surged forward the moment the spear pierced his back scales. Knowing the prophet must be kept safe at all costs he ran forward slashing at the goblin spearman as he ran past.

Charge
Hit
20-15+50=55 < 5 Miss

The blow fell short and was easily deflected by the goblins spear. It mattered little to Teheboq, his priority was the prophet.

Teheboq regenerates 1 W due to adrenaline.

_____	Spearman 1 Skirmisher 1	Spearman 2	Spearman 3	Skirmisher 3
______	Prophet Valmir	Seros Teheboq	Turin	______

Ungor Spearman 1: Perfect
Ungor Spearman 2: Perfect
Ungor Spearman 3: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 1: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 2: Burned Alive
Ungor Skirmisher 3: Perfect
Seros: Perfect 15/15
Prophet: Perfect
Valmir: 17/17 Perfect
Teheboq: 27/27 Perfect
Turin: 15/15 Perfect

Turin's up. Everyone else should hold up as a lot could change in 5 attacks.

"Oh, so you think you are big tough beastman. Well, I have got news for you. I have seen Skinks attack stronger and all you can do is just sit and stare. Well you are going to watch me kill this buddy of yours and then I am coming to kill you." taunts Turin at the Beastman in front of him as he fires is pistol into the forehead of the adjacent Skirmisher.

Taunt - Spearmen 3

Piercing Shot - Skirmisher 3, with (Black Powder Specialist passive, +2 dmg)

(Spearmen 3 taunted)
Taunt-
Wp-T +50 < Roll
15-20 +50 = 10 Taunt failed.

The ungor spearmen ran forward at Malacab's challenge but did not listen to the dwarfs words. Malacab turned sideways, took aim, and fired his pistol off into the nearby skirmisher laughing maniacally.

Hit Roll
Ag - Bs
25 - 20 + 50 = 55 < 100 Hit!

Wound Roll
15-30+50 = 35 < 94 Wound!

Damage
4-8 + S-T/5 - Arm
8 + 3 - 0 (1 Armor Piercing) = 11 damage.
Pistol due to One-Shot weapon can no longer be used this battle.

The bullet flew true catching the ungor in the throat. The projectile ripped through the creatures fragile flesh severing it from the body. The beastman's head rolled off as its body stumbled forward a few more steps towards the dwarf. Malacab laughed and took a swig from his beer, changing the grip on his pistol so the axe end was ready to swing.

_____	Spearman 1 Skirmisher 1	Spearman 2	Spearman 3	______
______	Prophet Valmir	Seros Teheboq	Turin	______

Ungor Spearman 1: Perfect
Ungor Spearman 2: Perfect
Ungor Spearman 3: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 1: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 2: Burned Alive
Ungor Skirmisher 3: Head Blown Off
Seros: Perfect 15/15
Prophet: Perfect
Valmir: 17/17 Perfect
Teheboq: 27/27 Perfect
Turin: 15/15 Perfect

The ungor skirmisher grabbed his fallen dagger and lunged for Valmir.

Hit
21-12+50= 59 < 36 Miss

Valmir deflected the thrust as he would bat away a child and with about the same level of contempt. The beastman gave a snarl as he renewed his attack.

Status : Unchanged.

The ungor spearman on the front lines turned his attention from the cowering prophet to the rather imposing black armored man with a cutlass. Running forward the ungor leaped into the air bringing the spear point hard down onto Valmir.

(*Use power leap)
Hit
21-20+50=49<46 Miss

Valmir's keen senses picked up at the sound of the yell and he quickly stepped to the side.

Status: Same

Spearman 2
The spearman next to Seros lunged forward with two quick thrusts.

(Double Thrust)
Hit
20-22+50 +10= 58 < 68. Hit
Hit
20-22+50 +10= 58 < 69. Hit

Wound
10-22+50+10= 48 < 50 Wound
Wound
10-22+50+10= 48 < 18

Damage
3-6 + S-T/5 - Arm
5+2-5 = 2 damage

The first thrust of the spear went wide but the second hit the gap in the armor in Seros's armpit. With the sound of blade to flesh the ungor gave a grim smile satisfied that he had wounded the armored monster before him.

Spearman 3
With a look of surprise as the head of his comrade fell with a thud onto the ground the ungor delivered a fast stab to Turin's face.

(Attack)
Hit
20-22+50=48 < 68 Hit

Wound
20-22+50=48 < 97 Wound

Block
94 < 85 No block

Damage
3-6 + S-T/5 - Arm
3 + 0 - 1 = 2 damage

The spear punctured Turin's sharkskin armor just below his chin causing blood to stain his beard. With a quick withdraw the beastman prepped himself for another strike.

Ungor Spearman 1: Perfect
Ungor Spearman 2: Perfect
Ungor Spearman 3: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 1: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 2: Perfect
Ungor Skirmisher 3: Perfect
Seros: 13/18 Good
Prophet: Perfect
Valmir: 17/17 Perfect
Teheboq: 26/27 Good
Turin: 13/15 Good

Seros you're up. Battlefield unchanged.

Seros took a single step backwards, surprised by the spearman's success. "A well placed blow, beast." The ungor grinned evilly as the sorcerer continued. "My turn now." In a flash, his blade was out and streaking toward the beastman's throat, brilliant fire running down the edge.

OOC: Red Blade.

Seros's blade streaked forward towards the beastman's throat.

Hit
22-20+50= 52 < 19. Miss

The ungor's eyes grew wide with terror at the incoming attack. It quickly twisted and ducked to the side as the blade slicing the air where his head has been just a half second before.

The prophet looked up as the ungor diverted his attention away from him. As the spearman made another thrust towards Valmir he stuck his cane out.

Hit!
22-10+50=62< 94

Wound
15-10+50= 55 < 23 Failed to wound

The cane struck the beastman hard in the shin and he glared at the old man. Turning away from Valmir he raised his spear to strike the old man.

Valmir, Teheboq, and Turin. You guys are all golden.

Wiping the blood from his beard and flicking it to the ground, Turin brandishes the axe end of his ancestor's pistol yelling, "Now you will see why they call 'Redeye'!" Turin throws a hefty swing of his axe at the Ungor's head.

Regular attack (w/ grudge passive) against Spearmen 3.

Teheboq cursed as he saw the prophet's cane hit the bestial spearman. He had been hoping the old man would have had sense enough to keep his head down. Abandoning any pretense of subtlety, Teheboq charged the spearman brandishing his sword like a lance.

(Teheboq charges Spearman 1)

Sidestepping the blow from the ungor skirmisher, Valmir held his longblade at his side for a moment as he observed the beast. Anyone sparing the vampire a spare look would see that he clearly did not consider the beastman a threat due to his entirely unguarded stance... it was almost as if he hardly used a sword. Raising his blade to the air, Valmir fixed a hard glare on the ungor before smirking a bit in Seros' direction.

"Perish in the name of Sigmar!" He declared as he brought the Nippon longblade down at the uingor.