/tg/ - Traditional Games

Krooza holds above the world of Cobbokamp. The majority of the world lies in ruin, but help is allegedly on the way. Eventually. The loot has been moved to the holds and armory. The Kill Team is viewing the Ravager, moved safely to the Mekbridge.

"Now... Gunz, but too big fer dat mass. Dat aint roight ya knowz? Gud numbah of spiky bitz...Wots ta do, wots ta do..." mutters Kroz as he picks through the piles of guns laying around.

After a bit, the Skanna Jamma begins beeping. Kroz hits the button.

"OI. KROZ'ERE. WOTS YA WANT?" yells Kroz.
"Oi want sum dakkacakez wit a side uv krumpfriez!" says Grakgut.
"Not you, ya git! Da jamma!" replies Kroz.

The Main Screen activates. The Kill Team sees a haggard-looking official guy.

"This is the mining world Syran! Please send help!"
The Kill Team clusters around.
"Something is killing us, our PDF doesn't stand a chance!" the official guy continues, "Something huge and fast!"
"'uge an' fast? Roight up our alley!" says Kroz.
"All we see is a flash of silver and a green glow, and entire companies of miner and soldier are gone!"
The official looks scared.
"Please, send he-" The message cuts out.

"AHUM. KROZ TA ALL KROO. GIANT FLASH SILVER FINGS AN GREEN GLOWZ IZ PROMISIN US A GUD FOIGHT. GETS YERSELVES GUD DREAMS OF GORK AN MORK'S MINES ON SYRAN, AND WEEZE'LL BE DERE 'FORE I GETS TA FINISH ANY OF ME WERK 'GAIN. POWERIN UP DA DRIVES, STANDBY FER WARP" yells Kroz as he hits the Big Red Button.

"Oi Pliskin!" yells Wazgor, "Mines are full o shiny bitz, right?"
"Yeah, boss. Lotsa flash bitz an' gubbinz."
Wazgor laughs, considering the loot and potential new cooking ingredients.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUjxPj3al5U

Krooza begins the process of entering the Warp. The Warp Rift opens, and Krooza enters. As Krooza is almost fully in, the comm-chatter suddenly lights up as a few Warp Rifts open as well.
"Ha ha! Now you Deathwatch will feel the wrath of the Lifeguards!" yells Berzerker.
"Uh, I think they're leaving." says Sorceror.
"Wait, really? GODS DAMMI-"

The warp-rift closes and this Kill Team is on their way.

The Kill Team decides to spend some time checking on the small group of children they looted. They head over to Clarence's dojo, listening in. Clarence is talking to the children.
"-and remember, you hit'em hard when they're looking, and hit'em harder when they aren't! Now show me." says Clarence.

The room then devolves into children hitting each other with wooden sticks.
"Ah, good to see you, boss." says Clarence, "Come to observe the training?"
"Yup." says Grakgut.
"Mo' o' less." says Wazgor.
"Oy, Clarence, tell me if ya kuld find sum tiny 'umiez fer DOKTOR SKOOL!" says Grakgut.
"Jus' tell me if any of dem diggagrots iz gud fer mek werk. I ken use sum riggaz."
"I'z sure some of'em kuld fire while rokkitin' around!" says Wazgor.
"Well, I can't quite say if they're ready yet. I'll need to observe their individual strengths and weaknesses first. It will take a while." says Clarence.
"Eh. It kan wait." says Grakgut.
"Actually, boss, I have an idea. How about we show our new crew how a fight really goes?" says Clarence with a smile.
"Oh, gud!" yells Grakgut excitedly, "Let'z do dat!"

"All right, children! Watch closely!" says Clarence, "All right, so which of you wishes to spar today?"
Wazgor steps back, having already fought Clarence before. Grakgut steps forward.
"Very well, boss." Clarence points to a wall of wooden and metal weapons, "Pick one, and then enter the ring. You won't need to worry about hurting me, I can take it like the best of them."
"Uh, I got no 'ands." says Grakgut.
"All right then, you can use your Klaws. I can handle it," says Clarence, "Will you be using your armor as well?"
"Oi nevah take it off." states Grakgut, "It'z like anutha skin."
"That's fine, boss! A warrior must be comfortable in his skin." Clarence laughs, "Now, ready yourself!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvOzzGGcb7E

Clarence opens with a charge, which Grakgut sidesteps. He responds with a flurry of swift-attacks, getting a lucky hit on Clarence. Grakgut's size, however, works against him. Being larger than Wazgor, he

presents an easier target, and lacks the ability to parry. Clarence gets a hit on Grakgut, tying the score 1-1. Grakgut attacks with a rapid series of punches, getting another 2 hits on Clarence. Clarence

retaliates, scoring 2 hits on Grakgut. As Grakgut once again begins punching, Clarence parries and counter-attacks, scoring 5-3.

"Ahahah! Gudd wun!" laughs Grakgut, "'ave a free surjery coupon!"
"Indeed, boss! A good fight!" says Clarence.
"Now, wut 'ave ya lerned!?" says Grakgut, turning to the children.
The children are cheering. The kill team decide it's time for a field trip. First stop. The Painbay.

Clarence brings the children to the painbay for the field trip.
"Okay, ya tiny 'umiez!" yells Grakgut, "now pay attenshun!"
Grakgut clears the table.
"First, we grab da grot!"
Grakgut grabs a grot.
"Den ya shake 'im around a bit!"
Grakgut shakes the grot unconcious
"Den ya....git...dis... saw...fing."
Grakgut begins welding and gluing extra arms on. After a bit, the grot comes to. Motor-control will take a bit of getting used to, as the grot is slapping itself.
"Den ya plug in da...plugz... an'..."
Grakgut wires more wires to the grot. Response time is markedly increased.
"Now ya kick 'im off, an' den give da bill!" says Grakgut as he leans in, whispering, "Dis iz a most 'portant part!"
The grot screams upon seeing the bill.
"Da skreamin' means it werked!"

"That was the Dok, children." says Clarence, "Next we'll visit the Mess for lunch."

Clarence takes the children down to the mess hall. The children all line up near the open flames and cooking spits.
"I'z makin' Ork an' Carnifex Pie." says Wazgor.
The children watch as he cuts up dozens of ingredients, toss it into the cooking spit, and boils the meat. Wazgor then takes out the meat and sticks it into a vage pie-shape, and begins passing them out as

bagged lunches to the children.
"It's made of Orksez and Karnifexes and Kosher Salts!"
The children enjoy lunch before moving on.
"Any of youze like shootin' gits and rokkitin' 'round, Cookin's a good larf!"
Boldo nibbles on a pie.

"Now next on the schedule, we'll see the Mek in action."

Clarence moves the kids to the Mekbridge. Kroz is hefting the Logitech Missile Launcher.
"Now Look'ere. Dis'ere'z a purified fing I'z addin from a... uh... dat Konsole dere's got a pikture of when we krumped'it."
Kroz leaps on the Ravager.
"We'ze gunna add it to dis'ere Fing I'z looted from dem uhnumeez of Da Empruh. Dat way, even da uhnumeez of Da Empruh iz forced ta fight dere own fings, cuz we'ze roighteous an stuff."
Kroz welds the Missile Launcher to a spinning turret.
"NOW. IZ GOTS TA ADD A BRAINY FING LINK, BUT YOUZE KEN FIRE IT WIF DIS BUTTON'ERE IF YOUZE WONTS. JUS DON'T AIM AT DA UTHA MISSILEZ."
Kroz hops off.
"DEREZ PLENTY'O MISSILES FER EVERY'UN. AN DIS'ERE CARGO BAY NEEDZ TA BE A BIT BIGGER CUZ DEM WALLZ IZ IN DA WAY. IZ JUS GUNNA BE LOOKIN DA OTHA WAY NOW, AN REALLY 'OPE NONE OF YOUZE FIX UP DIS PROBLEM FER US ALL."
The children swarm the button, and Kroz smiles as he hears explosion after explosion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zp2jtqmgOpM

"Very good, children. You've seen our Mek, Dok, and Cook in action." says Clarence, "But the important thing is to find something you're good at and excel at it."
"Like WAAAGHin'!" says Grakgut.
"Good point! Let me tell you a story." says Clarence.

***
There was once a warboss named Goztrak. Goztrak raised his power klaw whenever he was rousing up his boyz to start Waaaghing. A nob began to imitate him in this way. When anyone asked the nob how his warboss started so many Waaaghs, the nob would raise his own klaw.

Goztrak heard about his nob's mischief. He smashed him in the head and tore off his klaw,. The nob screamed and ran away. Goztrak bellowed and stopped him with a few cautionary rounds from his megablasta. When the nob turned his head to Goztrak, Goztrak raised up his own Klaw.

In that instant the nob was enlightened.
***

"Hmm, gud idea!" yells Kroz, "Oi shuld build sum a' doze."
"Meaning is up to you." says Clarence, "All right, boss, I'll take the children back. You no doubt have important things to do."

The rest of the time passes by peacefully. Wazgor begins training his grot Firegit to shoot better, and Kroz begins improving the Orkross Kannon's crit rating, making 80% progress over the two days. Grakgut begins making Dracosquig 2.0, by expanding a squig into a vaguely dragon shape, then installing a burna inside it so it could float and breathe fire, and finishing the procedure with a transfusion of Sister blood to make it sanctified.

Krooza finally leaves the Warp over the world of Syran. It's a dusty desert world.

"RUBBYKONZES TO SYRAN KOMMANDAZ. YA KALLED 'BOUT SUM ROIGHT GUD DAKKA?" yells Kroz into the voxcaster.
"S-s-space marines?" a voice says over the vox, "We're so glad to see you!"
"Yup! Mehreenz!" adds Grakgut helpfully, "Wutz da problem?"
"Please! Meet us in our capital! We can tell you more once you get here! It's not safe!"
"Jus' give us da landin' koords." says Wazgor.

Everyone hops into the Last Danca. Da Last Danca is shot out the launch bay. The Kill Team break atmosphere, feeling the sand in the air as they make their way to a large city. Much of it appears to be primitive stonework, sparked by oases. The Kill Team eventually finds a place to skid to a landing on the outskirts of the city. A flawless landing. The doors of the Danca slam down. Boldo flutters out and spins around as he's buffeted by the winds.

"Skooire Boldo, you'ze gots to be mo' careful." says Wazgor.
Boldo chirps.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEtxexCJ0mA

The Kill Team can see the entrance to the city a few hundred meters away. There is a large hewn stone gate. They can also see a large building in the center of town.
"Awroight! Time fer bizness!" yells Grakgut, who speeds forward.
"BIGGA MUST BE IMPORTANT." yells Wazgor as he and Kroz engage rokkit packs and rush toward the center of the city.

As the Kill Team enters the city, they see the miners and citizens going about their duties. The main road through is relatively dusty, yet made of hard stone. The citizens stop in awe of the Kill Team. Some genuflect, considering themselves lucky to see an "Astartes."

"HAIL, CITI-GITZ. WE HAZ COME TO DEFEND YOUZE IN DA NAME OF DA EMPRUH. NONE OF DEM SILVER GREENLIGHTZ IZ GUNNA 'URT YOUZE ONCE WE LOOT ALL OF'EM." says Kroz.

The citizens cheer.

As the Kill Team continues deeper into the town, they come to a small oasis, surrounded by sandstone pillars. A pool of water stands idly in the center. They also see something else reflected off the water's surface, despite the sun. A blue light.

"Got a selection of good things on sale, stranger..." says the Merchant under the light of Syran's red sun.

Grakgut acquires 10,000 kg of demo-charge. Exactly what he plans to do with it is unknown. Wazgor gets a Mek Lab for the ship, and Kroz fails to acquire Plasma Rokkitz. As their ship requisition, they manage to autoget a set of Resuscatrix chambers - bacta tanks by any other name.

"Heh heh heh, thank you." says the Merchant, as he walks behind a pillar.

The sound of the bustling city returns, with children playing in the oasis park, and citizens going about their business. The Kill Team decide to sanic over to the central tower. Approaching the central tower, the guards immediately get out of their way and allow entry. Wazgor rokkits up while Kroz and Grakgut take the long way up. As the Kill Team reaches the top floor, they are greeted with a 360 degree view of Syran's capital. There are also a number of grizzled dudes up here - a few miners, a few career military.

"Noble Astartes, we're so glad you got our message!" says one of the miner leaders.
"DA DEFFWOTCH RESPONDS, IN DA NAME OF DA EMPRUH." says Kroz, continuing, "DIS SMALL TALK SHALL MAKE YA FEEL KOMFORTABLE AN' RELAXED, SO YA MAY BETTA REGALE US WIF DA INFORMATION REQUIRED FOR KRUMPIN'."
"In his name, you will purge the enemies that have begun to plague us."
"Kontinue." states Kroz.
"It all started a few weeks ago. our digging equipment happened upon something we couldn't identify, a strange black wall." says one of the military-types, "Even the techpriests could not make heads or tails of it."

"So we blew it up."

>>18259230
>marines
>saving people
>looting

How has no one noticed this in the entire sector?

"Gud inishative!" says Wazgor.
"It was the outer wall of something. Whatever was in it, two silver figures walked out, quite upset. They began killing everyone. Emperor as my witness, I ran, I ran as fast as I could back here!" says the miner captain, "Since then, our men have been dying!"
"We need you to purge these beings of silver, so we can continue our honest work in the name of the Emperor!" says another miner.
"Did dey look like skeletons?" asks Kroz.
"Yes...yes, they were, my lords! One was short and fat, the other tall and thin, but skeletons nonetheless!"
"Zoggin' C'tan toastaz!" says Wazgor, "Dey'z all gits."
"Take us to'em." says Kroz.
"o-of course, noble Astartes! We found them in mineshaft 25A, located in the residential sector of town. We can bring you there if you like, but we dare not enter the mines!"

As the Miners bring the Kill Team to the mineshaft, it's turned into a somewhat impromptu parade as the citizens cheer as they pass. After about 15 minutes of driving through the hab center of town, the Kill Team is brought to a mine built into a hill. It descends into darkness. Everyone engages preysense / darkvision, and moves into the mine.

"Noble astartes, simply follow this shaft down. When you reach a large black wall, that's the place. Our prayers are with you, Astartes!" says the PDF commander.
"YOU'ZE PLANET'LL BE CLEANZED, DA 'ORRORS WIFIN IT TAKEN FROM IT IN 'IS NAME." yells Kroz, "an' inta our krooza..."
"What was that, Astartes?"
"Nuffin..."

Heading full speed down the mineshaft, the Kill Team can see numerous mineral deposits, mostly iron and other metals. On occasion, you see shiny rocks in the outcroppings.
"OI. WOTS DIS?" yells Kroz, picking up some of the shiny rocks. Grakgut makes Chymistry, and determines their mineral composition to be diamond, sapphire, and other rare gems. Full examination would require krooza's lab functions. Continuing on, the kill team note a solid jet-black wall in the mineshaft. They also see an explosion hole.

And then things get weird.

Eadmangala BUSTIN INTO THE THREAD. HA my internet is back up!

"OI!" yells Wazgor, "ANY C'TAN MUCKIN' ABOUT IN THERE?"
"Dat'z not 'ow ya do it, ya git!" yells Grakgut, "Dis is: 'ANY OF YOU GITS DOWN DERE WANT SUM SORORITAS SKOUT COOKIES?'"
"GO AWAY, ENFLESHED!" echoes a voice.
"WE'ZE GOT THINMINTS, TAGALONGS, AN' EVERYFIN' ELSE!" yells Grakgut, "OLD GIT DISKOUNT!"
"NO! GET OFF OUR LAWN!" echoes the voice.
"BUY SUM COOKIEZ FIRST!"
"OY! DIS'ERE LAZKUTTER IZ GEN-YOUZE-INE ARKYOTEK WIF PRECISION ONLY BESTEST BY DA BESTEST SNIPAH ZAPPAS. SHOW US TO YOUZE LAWNS, AND YOUZE SHALL SEE DA DIFFERENCE. IZ LIKE A REAL 'EADWHACKIN GREEN PLACE FER

DIS!" yells Kroz.
"C'TAN-DAMNIT GO AWAY, ENFLESHED!" echoes the voice again.

Wazgor takes out a grenade and rolls it down the hall. Grakgut then takes a bag of squig droppings, lights it on fire, and tosses it down the hallway.

"OH COME ON I PAID GOOD (NECRON-MONEY) FOR THAT!" yells a different voice, as the explosion rocks the tomb and the flaming squig bag glows.

"...NOW WE'ZE JUS BEIN' GITS. DAT AIN'T PROPPA." sighs Kroz.

The Kill Team finally has enough. As they all rokkit down the hole, they see a pair of Necrons holding hands in front of an explosion in their wall. Remains of what was once a portrait are strewn everywhere.

"Dammit Thin, I remember when we first got that!"
"I know, right, Fat? These Enfleshed have no manners."

The two Necrons turn to the Kill Team.

"'Ello." states Grakgut.
"Oh great. More Enfleshed breaking into our house. What horrid luck, eh Thin?"
"Horrid luck indeed, Fat."
"We'ze jus' 'ere ta solve da domestik disturbance." says Grakgut.
"Yeah, you gits're messin' wif da 'umies." says Wazgor.
"Domestic disturbance? I was perfectly fine with my spouse here before you Enfleshed broke in!" says Thin.
"Can't a man just enjoy some time with his husband without interruptions?" says Fat.
"Meybe livin' 'ere iz a bad place? Derez lotsa 'umiez up dere." continues Grakgut, "Totally bringz down da reel-state pricez."
"Now you insult our house! My husband and I built this nearly 60 million years ago! It was fine then, it's fine now! You're all just rats!" says Fat.
"Wot if we moved yer 'ouse?" asks Wazgor.
"No! You have no manners! No respect! You talk to us like...equals!" says Thin.
"WEZE TRYIN' TA 'ELP!" yells Grakgut, angrily.
"No more! We'll make you leave by force if needed!" says Fat.
Four Necron Immortals teleport in.
"You Enfleshed, always barging in and making a mess of things! We'll make you regret breaking into the house of the Thin-Fat Gay-Married Anglican Necron Lords!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IkXBv0vCIDw

Grakgut and Kroz hold off the crotchety old Phaerons while Wazgor decides to go get the PDF commander to apologize. Thin charges into combat with Grakgut while Fat unloads a burst of flame from his gauntlet.

Finally, Wazgor reaches the surface.

"Is there a problem, noble astartes?" asks the PDF commander.
"WE"ZE FOUND DA SOURCE OF DA PROBLEM."
"Are the wretched xenos dead?" asks the commander.
"YOU ZOGGIN' 'UMIES ARE DA 'WRETCHED XENOS' IN DIS CASE. 'OWEVER, DIS IS URGENT AND DERE'Z NO TIME TA TALK."
"I don't understand what you mean." says the PDF commander
"Jus' grab da git an' bring 'im down 'ere!" yells Grakgut over the vox.
"YER COMIN' WIF ME."
"Very well, noble Astartes."

Back in the tomb, Thin activates his chronometron and attacks Grakgut and Kroz with his Warscythe six times, and manages to only get 2 attacks to hit, rolling under 80. Fat also rushes into combat, wielding

an Aeonstave. A strange tiny red scarab then lands on Grakgut's head, and he gets the best idea in the universe.
"OY, KROZ!" yells Grakgut, "HI-FIVE!"
"OH ZOG" sputters Kroz. Luckily, the attack is dodged.

Meanwhile, travelling down the tomb halls...
"...YA KRUMPED THEIR DOOR." yells Wazgor, "DAT'S WHY DEY'Z MAD."
"The vile xenos deserve nothing less! Have you cleansed them, Astartes?"

>>18259295
Oh man, it's good to see you.

And for anyone interested, I'll record the log for next Tuesday's session and post it, but a word of warning, the writeup doesn't condense the dialogue so much as make it much cleaner and more 'orky',

Phaeron Thin, recovering from the Chronometron, still gets a single attack. Phaeron Fat, however, continues hitting Grakgut with the Aeonstave. Grakgut and Kroz, however, get a number of hits on Phaeron

Thin.

"THIN!" yells Fat.
"Don't worry, my love, I'll see you...next Thursday." Thin phases out, dropping his gear.

Wazgor, meanwhile, finally arrives.
"GO 'POLOGIZE" demands Wazgor.
"What heresy is this? The xenos are still alive? APOLOGIZE? WHAT JOKERY IS THIS?"
"YA BROKE DERE HOUSE!"
The PDF commander opens fire with an autogun. Nothing of value happened as bullets ping off Sempiternal Weave.

If there's one thing we've consistently done, its be at least a little courteous with the things we're krumping and/or looting. Being told we had no manners, well, we woz gunna show dem gits weeze jus as gud at caterin as da nekst git.

not that that was going to change any of the eventual "standard adventurer proceedures"...

Kroz blows up the Immortals, while Grakgut and Wazgor deal with Phaeron Fat. After Grakgut and Wazgor attempt to grapple with him and fail, Kroz fills him with Plasma, and Grakgut shoryukens into him.

"...what a day...what a day. But you still won't leave our tomb alive, Enfleshed..." mutters Fat as he phases out. The Kill Team begins to grab the loot, until they hear a rumbling. The PDF guy begins looking around scared.
"IT'S COMING" he yells.
He starts to run off, until something erupts through the ground and redmists him.
"AW ZOGGIT ALL DAT TALKIN WOZ FER NUFFIN."
The Tomb Stalker turns to the Kill Team, its phase drills still glowing green.

The Tomb Stalker charges the Kill Team, its guns engaged on Kroz and Wazgor while its thousand legs try to make friends with Grakgut. After being shelled with metalstorm ammo, grenades, pulse fire, and Power Klaw, the Tomb Stalker collapses and phases out.

>Yes, they even killed the family pet.

i was thinkin of what eaddy could have been doing in the mean time, maybe rootin around for skarfang?

The tomb lies silent. The Kill Team begins to debate loot. You see, looting the tomb of its furniture isn't enough. They want the tomb on their ship. This is not impossible, but their ideas (Using Grakgut's 10,000 kg of demo-charge, using Krooza's SDS mode to dig it out, using the 'umies to dig it out) will result in massive loss of life, the blowing of cover, or just plain take too long. The kill team is about to call an orbital bombardment when Wazgor gets an idea. He has Pliskin and da Boyz Wifout Bordaz cut the tomb into slabs, where it could be brought to Krooza and reassembled. Grakgut offers to stay behind and help while Kroz and Wazgor head out.

As the Kill Team leaves the tomb, the people are cheering.
"The xenos, are they gone?" ask the people.
"YOU'ZE ALL GOTS TA BE MO' POLITE 'FORE GETTIN ALL SHOT UP. DEM XENOS WOZ ANGRY 'BOUT NOT BEIN' COURTEOUS." yells Kroz.
"Cleanse the xeno!" "Purge the xeno!" they begin yelling.
"NOW DEY'Z ALL ZOGGED UP AN' KRUMPED. WE'ZE REMOVIN' DEM 'ERESY BLOCKS FER YOUZE, BUT REMEMBA. BE NICE WHEN YOU'ZE SHOOTIN'." ends Kroz.
They begin cheering.
"Also, da PDF git's ded. 'E...uh, gave'iz life ta fight da xenoz." adds Wazgor.

The Kill Team heads back to Krooza. After about a day, The Haulas come up with the bitz of the tomb. They are transferred to the holds, to await what the Kill Team would do.

We called the session here.

>>18259426
Could've always been hanging with the Boyz Wifout Bordaz for a change.

'Eadmangla, you'll wanna check your email. All in All, there's a lot of loot in the past two sessions that weren't quite claimed outright. While I definitely wanna call shotgun on the Chronometron, some things were asked about but may have been forgotten or at least were not picked up in game.

Djinn Blade, Two Dark Lances and a Disintegrator [heavy mounted weapons from the Ravagork], a handful of Eldar Blasters, four Heat Lances, two Timesplinter Cloaks, one Warscythe, a Gauntlet of Fire, an Aeonstave, Four Gauss Blasters, and enough splinter weapons for everyone to take a pistol and a rifle from the horde. And that's just what I remember from the most recent sessions.

>>18259486
Who's the team leader, Wazgor or Grakgut?

Overall, a productive session.

Some of the players were upset that diplomacy did not work. Let me list the times the players shot themselves in the foot.

1) The humans blew a hole in their wall (technically not their fault, we can let this one drop.)
2) They made it bigger.
3) They rolled a grenade down the hall and blew up their furniture.
4) They tossed a flaming bag of squig droppings down the hall.
5) Breaking and Entering, then offering to forcefully move the occupants without consent.
6) Necrons.

Boggles the mind sometimes.

>>18259518

For the entire kill team? Nobody seems to be. It's weird how the Orks of all beings have created perfect democracy aboard Krooza.

>>18259504
Yeah, I was wondering about some things, now that we happen to be in here.

So you can only have one shield effect at one time, but what distinguishes our old belt shields from the Iron Halos to these new ones?

>>18259518
We don't really have a recognized leader. Kroz is our Flyboy, so I guess you could consider him the leader in terms of he drives us around, upgrades our shit, and usually answers the Skanna Jamma.

>>18259530
How would I go about upgrading my Grenade Launcher? Would I have to put (say, Zappy Gubbinz) on my launcher or the grenades themselves?

>>18259530
Characters, yeah [what do you expect, we're orks], but players?

Kroz was annoyed at the party having basically acted like gitz, but I thought only the spectator guy was taking issue there as far as OOC went?

>>18259530
I wasn't upset as a player, I imagine that Wazgor was upset. I recognized the Godwin's law in the situation of Orks attempting diplomacy.

>>18259518
(its secretly me, They however do not listen to my plans)

>>18259560
Shields are one at a time, so decide which is active and which you'll turn on [probably a half action] when it pops off.

The belts were weaker versions of the higher quality and rating boss poles, which are slightly lower quality compared to the otherwise same PR timesplinter cloaks. Dunno what the aeonstaff effect does; could be an extra advantage, could be a drawback.

For the launcher, I'd say that for special effects its probably the ammo that needs to get it. How many clips I can do in a day, well, that'll be up to Shas'O, but that oughta let you have zappy gubbinz or the like. Fire Rate, etc are obvious gun parts, but adding 'tearing' just wouldn't be on the launcher, ya know?

>>18259560

>So you can only have one shield effect at one time, but what distinguishes our old belt shields from the Iron Halos to these new ones?

Simply declare which shield you are using, and then roll it. If that fails, then the next powerful shield takes effect.

>How would I go about upgrading my Grenade Launcher? Would I have to put (say, Zappy Gubbinz) on my launcher or the grenades themselves?

Good question. Launchers are iffy, since their damage comes from the explosives. I'll need to think about that one.

>>18259575

>but players

Yes. According to the logs (prior to deletion), Wazgor and Grakgut were lamenting the failure of diplomacy. The observer, while he could have been less annoying about the incident, was simply counting down how many times you were making the situation worse. I told him to not interfere in actual in-game events prior.

Gay robots.

You fought old senile gay robots.

For anybody who would like to read more about the further adventures of the Deffwotch, or even who the hell we are, our 1d4chan page is http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Deffwotch

>>18259658
to be fair, it was old senile gay robots with a chronosphere and warscythe, AND their gauss-blaster-toting grandkids, AND their tomb-stalker.

By BC standards an immortal is an elite, Tomb-Stalkers are boss types, and Fat and Thin were probably somewhere in between as well.

Can't really deny that they did seem pretty gay though. Not that there's anything wrong with that, just pointing it out.

Anyone wants the listed gear and/or mods, ya know where to find me. Sleeping.

Great fun once again, Shas.

>>18259859
good session, thanks a bunch.

>>18259822

>Can't really deny that they did seem pretty gay though

Advertising as the Thin-Fat Gay-Married Anglican Necron Lords doesn't make it obvious enough?

>>18259893
well, that IS rather gay

Evening bump

>>18259518
Leader? Grakgut has abandoned all fucks about being a leader or boss or anything. Even though he is the largest, and therefore should be the leader in the traditional orkish sense, he simply doesn't care or want to be boss.

Grakgut simply sits there, and has found a strange orkish harmony in simply not being boss. Maybe it was the attempted self-brain surjery, or maybe it's more fun to just do what he's wanted to do since day one: Make a better ork.

>>18261141
Pretty much the same for Kroz. Boyz follow his orders like they do the rest of the kill team so he's obviously "a boss", which is good 'nuff for him. He's got all the resources he wants for 'kustomizin' and a grand cruiser that can give the eldar a run for their, uh, running, despite being almost completely made of guns.

Freebooter Orks are a little nonstandard to begin with. As long as the kill team is getting a lot of good fights, loot, loot fights, fighting loot and looting from fights, they're pretty much as content as they can get. Somehow we have a plutocracy of oddboyz half-assedly running the ship with enough overlap that they cover the whole krew.

Morningbump
what does eadmangler use for guns?

>>18264811

Heavy weapons. He snipes with a lascannon.