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[Talon Lord Othrim]

 

Deep in the Forest of Gloom, beady yellow eyes searched. Twizzle was hungry, starving in fact. It had been nearly 2 hours since he had last eaten and those two hours had been a life time of fighting, biteing, scratches, sc*CENSORED*s. Now, now was the time to reap his rewards. He could see the bulging pack laidened to salted pork, cheese, bread, wild rabbit and game birds. All there for the taking. He inched his way forward. He could smell the mouth watering goodness. Staying low to the floor he reached out, a tentative finger caught the pack's strap. Steady now, steady. Hooked a finger and slowly began to draw the pack towards him.

From nowhere the packs guardien desended upon him. Pinning his arm to the ground as a great maw opened and roared at him. The creature grabed him in it's teeth and picked him up off the floor and shook him like a rag doll. Throwing him against a tree. Picking himself up just in time the creatures bulky massbounded towards him, teeth gleaming, snarling with murderouse intent. However, he was ready for it this time. He struck out at it with a club, hugh nails protuding from it and struck it a savage blow on it's head. The creature stopped dead in it's tracks. Looked at him quizzicly then began to whimper.

"When I told you to guard the bloody pack I did not mean from me you stupid bloody Squig!" Twizzle was furiouse. Two hours it had taken him to stop his bloated companion from running off with the pack and attacking him whenever he came near. "Sigmar! sit!" he commanded with another blow from his training stick, the second time it sat. He made his way to his pack and eagerly began eating, pausing here and there to throw a rabbit of some other *CENSORED* bit at the beast. For an hour all was peacefull again....

Sigmar woke with a start from it's food coma and growled. Twizzle looked to see what had desturbed it. Through the trees he could see the horse drawn cart. A covered wagon with a driver and companion.....

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This is where your story begins. What happens next is down to you.

[Dominion]

Cautiously Twizzle got up from his makeshift napping tree. His goblin nose twitched with anticipation. The first intelligent being to cross his path in this shadowed forest. The red squig Sigmar was a round musclebound jaw of a creature. Easily excited and eager to cause havoc. Sigmar growled in the lone wagons direction. Straightening up his leather vest Twizzle peered intently out of the underbrush. The covered wagon was easily becoming a curiosity he couldn’t resist.

“Whatchya smellz siggy? Is it Humie?”

Looking back to the wagon. Twizzle tried to get clear line of sight. Unwilling to leave the underbrush Twizzle growled in frustration. The perturbed Goblin walked over to Sigmar and drew his Training stick then casually bashed the squig in the side of the head. A crude golf swing that sent his squig careening toward the covered wagon.

Calling after Sigmar with an order “Go! Checkz it out!”

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Sigmar bounds forward baying in excitement. The Driver and passenger are alerted and their horse rears but in seconds Sigmar has it's maw around the horses throat. With a squeal the horse falls. The Passenger stands and draws a sword. "Foul beast!" and leaps from the cart to confront it. From your vantage point you can just make out movement in the back of the cart. Someone is in there. A sound like that of a squealing piglet. The Driver applying the break begins to move to the back. "Woman my sword!"

Sigmar turns to face the passenger that advances upon him.

[Dominion]

Twizzle gleefully watches his horrid pet massacre a horse. The goblin gasped in barely contained excitement. There was riches to be had. Teeth bared in a sinister smile Twizzle dropped his training stick. The gobbo took out his bow and shakily readied an arrow. Protective of his pet squig he eyed the closest human. Holding his breath Twizzle eagerly released the string launching the deadly flint tipped arrow.

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 68 (68)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Totally unaware of the goblin in the undergrowth and concentrating on the creature ahead the black feathered arrow buries it'self deep into his shoulder blade. Crying out in pain he staggers forward and Sigmar sees his opportunity. He bounds forward and headbutts the guard knocking him to the ground. The driver now armed moves to assist but travels along the opposite side of the wagon keeping himself covered and out of sight of you.

[Dominion]

Happily surprised the squig herder bounced joyfully. “Yes!! Get dat humie!!” First blood was a rarity for the diminutive greenskin. Cheering way to early for himself Twizzle was put in his place when he tripped out of cover. falling over a rock the goblin rolled forward. Eyes bursting out of his grotesque gobbo skull in surprise. Quickly looking around he found himself sitting in front of the underbrush. Twizzle growled in frustration. immediately unsheathing another arrow he readied his bow. Mercilessly releasing the arrow, Twizzle shot low to the ground aiming for the fallen humie to press his fleeting advantage.

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 1 (1)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

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Catastrophic fail

You watch in horror as the arrow shot towards the fighting pair misses the human and strikes Sigmar. The Squig staggers back and seeing an oportunity the Human thrusts his blade forward piercing the roof of its maw and up into it's rounded cranium. It's little squat legs buckle from under it and Sigmar drops. The Squig twitches as he pulls out his blade the human turns and is joined by the driver.

[Dominion]

It was a sickening thud as the arrow pierced the squigs flank. Which doesn’t sound harmful but for a squig it might as well be the side of the head. Sigmars eyes rolled inside its skull from the initial trauma before collapsing into the mans blade. Seeing his squig get killed by his own hand was appalling. Twizzle dropped his weapon and screamed “SIGMAR!!” arms flailed angrily. Greenskin blood boiled and now he was spoiling for a fight.

Twizzle quickly snagged his bow off the ground and screamed “GORK N MORK CURSE! DESE HUMIES!” another arrow ready he launched it towards the already injured man.

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 49 (49)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 9 (9)

The arrow this time flew straight and true. The Guard looked down, eyes wide, at the arrow protruding from his chest. Sinking to his knees slowly he fell back on himself. The gurgle of blood soaked lungs, still.

His companion charged towards the green skinned murderer sword raised. "You'll die for that !"

[Dominion]

Twizzle had no time to savor the vengeance he had gained from felling Sigmars killer, The next humie was already upon him. Greenskin tendency for battle defied logic at times, For twizzle this was one of those times. Dropping the bow Twizzle unsheathed a crude dagger from within his squig leather armor. Spitting at the human in defiance the goblin readied the dagger to parry the incoming blow.

[spoiler= Defense Roll]1d100 rolled for a total of: 79 (79)[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 20 (20)

Rushing forward he swings at the irate goblin.

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how did you change spoiler tag that's soo much better to have def or attack ect in it.

[Dominion]

[spoiler=defense roll]1d100 rolled for a total of: 11 (11)[/spoiler]

The mans attacking swing grazed the goblin on the side of the head. Greenskin blood slowly seeped from the slight red trail on the right side of his face. Rolling with the blow Twizzle on hand and knees looked up at the looming human avenger. Still gripping the dagger and in immediate danger the gobbo with a yelp quickly lunged almost hungrily at the humies left leg in defense.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Seeing the little stain about to leap at him he kicks out hard.
[spoiler=Driver Attack]1d100 rolled for a total of: 41 (41)[/spoiler]

[Dominion]

[spoiler=Defense Roll]1d100 rolled for a total of: 87 (87)[/spoiler]


Twizzle was almost kicked back to ground while in mid leap. The strike missed his small and lithe frame. The gobbo was running on vicious greenskin instinct. So far it hadn’t been that effective. The humie was physically imposing compared to the goblin but that wasn’t going to stop Twizzle. Sigmar IV needed to be avenged. Pitiful and vindictive was the natural state for any night goblin. On the ground Twizzle with his left hand grasped the earth. He looked up at the human with his best evil stare and growled before throwing a clump full of grass n’ dirt toward the humans face.


[spoiler=Attack Roll]1d100 rolled for a total of: 41 (41)[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Drivers Defense]1d100 rolled for a total of: 12 (12)[/spoiler]

The lump of earth explodes in his face blinding him temporarily, He swings the sword desperately whilst trying to clear his eyes.

[Dominion]

With glee in his eyes and shit in his trousers. Twizzle growled as he leapt at his foes legs again. Intent on stabbing the humies inner thigh as soon as he could latch on.

[spoiler=Attack Roll]1d100 rolled for a total of: 36 (36)[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Man Defense]1d100 rolled for a total of: 49 -20 for blinded effect. (29)[/spoiler]

The blade sinks into his leg, deep, and he cries out in pain.

[spoiler=Note] Attacking advantage still yours[/spoiler]

[Dominion]

The Gobbos grubby claws and legs latched around the mans left leg. Twizzle had drawn blood. letting go of the dagger he held on as the man shook in pain and frustration. His greenskin instincts had him excited. too excited. Foaming at the mouth, forgetting about his weapon the Gobbo opened wide to chomp on his nemesis.

[spoiler=Attack Roll]1d100 rolled for a total of: 83 (83)[/spoiler]

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Defender]1d100 rolled for a total of: 19 (19)[/spoiler]

The bite sinks deep into the flesh. Blood spurts from the wound foretelling the damage to a major artery. He cries out in pain.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

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