Maneater Rpg

I know I've posted this before.... Kind of


But I feel there is some one who would do this.

An rpg where five to six people play a as a group of Maneater ogre's adeventuring around doing jobs and gaining glory while playing by post.

I can take six people whoever wants to play needs to supply
A name for there ogre
skills
weapons
and description how he looks

Skills can be like from the Been there done that or general skill like stealth or brawling

on the other hand

You can disscuss in this thread to make a system and rules for a man eater rpg

but if you decide to play we will do it free form with some dice rolling generators on the net
It would be great if you could join!

Count me in, sounds great.

A name for there ogre: Long Dong Brasstooth
skills: Sniper & poison, but also sailing, knowledge of the sea, appraisal, negotiation (aggressive or otherwise) and intimidate.
weapons: A brace of pistols, a cutlass & a couple of throwin' gnoblars!
and description how he looks: A fairly standard looking ogre, an oversized pirate hat, long fur lined coat, various money pouches and treasure chests hung off belts and chains & an eyepatch that switches eyes occasionally.
General bits about my character: Good at negotiating mercenary contracts, good at working out the value of booty, good at sailing and knowing about the sea and coast & much more intelligent than the average ogre.

My Ogre

Giltrunner Back Cracker the Giantslayer (big names for the win!)
Brawling, Drinking, Carosuisng, Bellowing (singing) Gutplate forging, special: Giant Slayer
Great Club and cleaver
standard ogre with above average gut size. Wears a cape with a fur collar wheres a massive gutplate with a giants head stuck to it. He wears empire style poofy striped pants and a felt hat with a massive feather in it.

well this disappointing....

If no one joins up it'll just be 2 maneaters..... the unit size is 3+ people!

How would this work, and what would I need to do ? It sounds fun but I'm a bit unsure on some of the details.

Well mostly it's like this.
I set out the story using words and descriptions and send you off on fantastical adventures through the old world.
You interact with characters and your party of maneaters while I talk as the head Maneater and as enemies and NPC's.

Using from a determined set of stats set by using from a modified version of the stats of the wargame you will roll out skill checks using a six sided dice generator . The lower the result below your stat the greater your success. The harder the task the more dice you have to roll.

Stats:

WS BS S T In(telligence) W I(initiative) C(harsima) Will


I will determine your stats determined by your characters description and skills.




Hope this clears things up.

Drok Elfeater
Drok loves Elven meat. Sure them are skinny and all, but its the fairest meat in the wide world, it just smelts on yer tongue! That is why Drok has set out on a young age as a maneater in search of Elflings. He even got some training from his Uncle Drak, a local hunter, who taught him how to be as sneaky as an Elf...well, not really, but as sneaky as an Ogre can be! Since then Drok hunts Elves of any kind and over the years has gotten pretty good at it too! His diet of Elven flesh however has denied him the size of Gut an Ogre his age should have however and allthough he is still as strong as a bull, he is somewhat leaner and agile then other Maneaters he encounters and somewhat less tough. (higher Dex/Initiative perhaps and somewhat lower Toughness to reflect his Elven specialty?)

Skills
Swiftstride (those Elflings are fast)
Scout (And sneaky too!)

Weapons
2 handweapons (1 Dark Elf Draich / 1 High Elf White Lion Axe)
2 Dark Elf repeater crossbows (instead of pistols)

Armour
A varied collection of Elven armour and equipment, including Sea dragon cloaks, White lion pelts, Dragon armour and a piece of Druchii jewelry even Droks body could not digest (Pendant of Kealeth)

I may as well join in, it sounds like it could be fun.

A name for there ogre :
Two-saw Sea-saw, the sound of fury, or in most cases bells in his flails.
skills :
Swiftstride, Sniper
weapons :
Two pistols and chains around his fists. He also has two flails with bells in so they sound fun when they are swung around.
and description how he looks :
He once fought a bear and has the skull of the bear as a helmet. He has a bear claw scar running down his back, as when the bear first met him it tried to mate with him. He wears a cuirass and has a pair of bracers with the bear's claws tied to them.

On his feet he wears a pair of used boots . He also wears a a cloak made from the bear on his back, and a pair of sandals he got from Tilea, as well as trousers made from the skin of a really annoying halfling who had a flute. The flute was kept as a momento but is stained with the blood of the halflings. The flute hangs from his leather belt, as well as other momentos he has gained from his travels.

His face is old and weathered, with a long and shaggy beard, with long and thinning hair which is geying. He once went to pray to the Fire Mountain, but some lava erupted from the ground and scarred his face, blinding him in one eye which is why he wears an eyepatch.


He also is very literate and has a book which he likes to write one liners in so when he kills someone of important he can say something cool.

Ya I'd be down.  Actually messaged you about this a few days ago and again a few minutes ago before seeing this tread.

This is good we have 4 maybe 5 people one more and I will start posting stats!

Could I join your epic adventure?My name would be Olag Thundersnow,I would have skills in 2 handed weapons,such as great weapons,and a good blacksmithing skill.My weapons would include a giant halberd and some real heavy armor.I would be bald(as most ogres are)and have a HUGE full beard.

I'm in!

Name
Dayne Demongut the Betrayed

Skills
Stubborn, Immune to Psychology. Other attributes: calm, logical, natural leader, loyal, tactical, experienced, immune to cold and demonic strength.

Equipment
Great weapon and heavy armor, for rule purposes. As I'll describe in the looks description, just heavy armor and a great weapon is not the entire truth.

Looks
As his entire tribe, from living on the cold blizzardpeak, the prescence of chaos and the harsh weather has hardened his skin, which has turned light blue. Also, as his chaos resistance is weakened by the weather, demonic wings has grewn out of his back. In addition, the chaotic transformation has granted him demonic strenth, enabling him to carry his 2 giant blades, one in each hand, blades that would normally require two hands each to carry. His gut is average size, and he carries a helmet to cover his face. No ogre really knows why, some claim that the transformation has rendered his face.

If I forgot anything I'll fill it in.

PM me when the RP starts ^^

Regards
Danne

all right thats six people! i will start working on stats and post them or message them!

Ya might want to hide those wings by the way bucko!

I live in England and have a test tomorrow in the morning so I need to log off. I'll be back about 1 ish GMT in the afternoon. If you start without me, pretend that you think I'm a mute, and then you can be surprised that I'm talking when I come back. 

Night and have fun

Okay! when we start, (which will be tommorow!) I live in washington , in the good ol U.S. I will be posting during school, at home and whenever i can!

Remeber this is play by post! not real time chat!

I'm from the Netherlands so there is a time gap, but as you mentioned this usually is not a problem in PBP games.

Can't wait for those stats and then to start!

D...

Man I wish I read this sooner. Oh well I will likely not have the time to do this any way with work in the way.

I hope you post how this work out.

I'm posting so that I can read it with the "show new replies to your post" button, because this idea looks very awesome. I'm a huge fan of D&D and d20 system games, so I really enjoy the idea.

Like overlordofnobodies, I wish I had known about this sooner, I would have join in!

If this plays out well, I would love to see a compilation of the various skills and "feats" that will be designated for this system; also, do you plan on it being a d20 setup or will it be a pure d6 setup like Warhammer proper?

If there is room for a future game (or if people die/drop out of this one), I'd be more than happy to join; for now, though, 6 is more than enough lol...

Name: Morzokk Goldjaw

Skills: Poisoned Attacks, Swiftstride

Weapons: Greatweapons, Dual 1 handed weapons, Blowpipe

Gear: Light armor consisting of gold plates on his thighs, upper arms, and lower arms. A helmet made of a large kroxigors skull whose lower jaw is encased in gold. As well as a golden gutplate.

Background:  Morzokk has traveled most of the Old World and have fought for most every thingling tribe there is.  Always leaving the current tribe for a new one if given mass riches and great weaponry during his post battle feast.  He has never fought for the armies of chaos however.  Though he does appreciate their prowess on the battlefield, he has always had a feeling from the very core of himself to keep his distance. His most recent thinling tribe were the blue skins of Lustria.  He joined them after a mutual agreement (and mass riches) between himself and the slann priest.  The slann priest was most impressed with Morzokk's display in battle as he bested his finest and most acclaimed kroxigor.  Morzokk certainly appreciated the nod, as well as the riches, but mainly decided to take arms with the blue thinlings due to how impressed he was with the priests use of magic.  Of the weapons the blue thinlings had, Morzokk was most impressed with the blowgun.  He requested that one be made specifically for him.  The blue thinglings certainly did not mind creating such a weapon.  As the amount of poison that can be held within a single dart of Morzokk's blowgun can render even the most monstorus enemy useless.  Over time Morzokk realized the blue thinglings mutual displeasure with the forces of chaos which further strengthen there commitment to one another.  It is because of this when he left the blue skins it was not after a batlle, but after a meeting with the slann priest that recruited him.  Morzokk explained of the draw the Great Maw had on him.  How he had felt it his entire life but disregarded it as there was always another battle to be fought and a greated tribe to be part of.  However, after year and years of butchering anything that came to the doorstep of Lustria. Realizing that no other thinling tribe was more deserving of his talents. He felt it was time to leave and satisy the hunger of the Great Maw.

If I were to do this....im not but if I were....

Name: Hanzo Hattori
Skills: sneaky, killingblow (so wish our ME's had this....)
Weapons: cathayan long sword of course!  throwing weapons, ahw, luck/sword gnoblar ninja, etc.
Description:

I'm back so I'm ready to go. I'll check in now and again as I bought some DVD's after my exam, and I'm just chilling.

Long Dong Brasstooth
skills: Sniper & poison, but also sailing, knowledge of the sea, appraisal, negotiation (aggressive or otherwise) and intimidate.

Stats:

WS BS S T In W I C Will
3    5  4  4  4  5 3 5   3

Stats after profession and bonuses
WS BS S T In W I C Will
 3    6   5 4 4 5   3   6   3

remember to copy this for reference!

Drok Elfeater

Skills
Swiftstride (those Elflings are fast)
Scout (And sneaky too!)

Weapons
2 handweapons (1 Dark Elf Draich / 1 High Elf White Lion Axe)
2 Dark Elf repeater crossbows (instead of pistols)

Armour
A varied collection of Elven armour and equipment, including Sea dragon cloaks, White lion pelts, Dragon armour and a piece of Druchii jewelry even Droks body could not digest (Pendant of Kealeth)



WS BS S T In W I C Will
 6    3  4 3  3  4 5 3   3

stats after bonuses
WS BS S T In W I C Will
 7    3  4 3  4  4 6 3   3

Name: Giltrunner Back Cracker the Giantslayer

Skills
Brawling, Drinking, Carosuisng, Bellowing (singing) Gutplate forging, special: Giant Slayer, Immune to psychology, stubborn

weapons and armor:
Great Club ,Cleaver, Cathay farmer hat, Club of Anti Heroes (BRB), poofy pants and fur cape

WS BS S T In W I C Will
 5    2  6 5  3  5 3 4   4

after bonuses and penalties

WS BS S T In W I C Will
 5   2   7 6  2   5  3  4   4

Name:Olag Thundersnow

Skills
Blacksmiting, Great Weapon Expert, Feel no pain (special) Beard (this will be important) Stand your ground!

Weapon and Armor
Halberd and Iron gut armor

Stats
WS BS S T In W I C Will
 5    2  5  5 3  4 4 2   3

After bonuses
WS BS S T In W I C Will
 5    2  5 6 3  5  5  2   4

Name: Two-saw Sea-saw, the sound of fury

Skills skills :
Swiftstride, Sniper, Acrobatics, Intimidate, Thundering battle cry,

Weapons :
Two pistols and chains around his fists. He also has two flails with bells in so they sound fun when they are swung around.

Stats
WS BS S T In W I C Will
 4    5  4 4  4  4 5 3   3

after bonuses
WS BS S T In W I C Will
 4    6  4 5  4  4 6 3   3

Name: Dayne Demongut the Betrayed

Skills
Stubborn, Immune to Psychology. Other attributes: calm, logical, natural leader, loyal, tactical, experienced, immune to cold and demonic strength.

Equipment
Great weapon and heavy armor, for rule purposes. As I'll describe in the looks description, just heavy armor and a great weapon is not the entire truth.

Stats:
WS BS S T In W I C Will
 5    2  6  6 4  6 2 1   4

Due to power no bonuses beyond you demonic starting out will be added

Fear my mighty shooting skills. 

Name: Morzokk Goldjaw

Skills Stealth (Blowpipe) Hated Enemy(Chaos) Jump, Butcher, Sniper,

Weapons: Greatweapons, Dual 1 handed weapons, Blowpipe

Gear: Light armor consisting of gold plates on his thighs, upper arms, and lower arms. A helmet made of a large kroxigors skull whose lower jaw is encased in gold. As well as a golden gutplate.


Stats:
WS BS S T In W I C Will
 4   4   4 3  4  4 4 3   5

after bonuses
WS BS S T In W I C Will
 5   5   4 3  5  4 5 3   6

If I missed anyone message me, because I'm writing the scenario right now!

The fire crackles and dances in front of your eyes. The woods are quiet, serene almost the night animals are weary though. For in these woods lies one of the most dangerous predators in the world.

Here come closer.... Closer.... Good you see those.... Yes, the fire. What are those things you ask? Ogre's you daft ninny! They're man eaters! What? No! No! not literally.... I hope.... They're mercenaries for hire! Don't trust the bloody things my self.... No! don't run! that's why I need you! We are going to get the villagers and drive these monsters out! Now we- MMMPH!

Drok Tied the stupid thinlings up and tossed them in a sack. He smiles with satisfaction. "Now that." he thinks "is sneaky."

He walks back to camp where the rest of his comrades were, even though they have worked togehter only a short time he felt they were brothers of the same tribe. The two sacks struggled as he reminisced.

Two saw looks up and motions towards the sacks. The rest of the Ogres Giltrunner, Long Dong, Olag, Dayne and Morzokk  licked there lips and set about to prepare the meat.

The woods are now filled with screaming, you see, the title "maneaters" is very misleading.

We don't care what we eat.

You sit around the fire, slurping and munching nastily on your new dinner, there was a fight over the lower torso but it was settled.

What do you do?

Taking his flails off the spit, because as it was turned the bells inside them jangled, Two-saw, saw something among the man things belongings.
"Was is dat I see ? I fink one of dem man things have dropped a map, I wonder what else dey 'ave," croaked Two-saw.

"Hur, Hur...." remarks Giltrunner "They had a pitchfork, and the sh%4 on their boots! Hur hur!

"They is kinda skinny though..." he adds disapointingly.

"If dey is man things here der must be a village near by. Maybe der are more man things  der. Maybe if we follow the map we can, find the village . We cud extort monies from them, or steal der foodz, " exclaimed Two-saw.

"I don't tink so..." say Gilt as he scratches his face "Dese Empire Thinlings dirt poor, dey got nuffin I would want"

He takes a chunk out of a roasted leg and chews thoughtfully.

"What do you tink lads?"


OOC: i think we should wait for the others.

Morzokk: ".........." (Silent as he looks over and studies his new comrades)

Giltrunner lifts up his chatahy farmer hat and looks at Morzokk "OY! Why come yer so quiet all the time?" he slightly bellows "I asked a question? What do yer tink we should do?"

He looks around and prods the leg into the fire.

"I say we take dere cows and sheepies!" Gilts says with the look of someone who thinks he's being clever.


"But while we wait... i'll tell ye lads about the time I killed this!" He flourishes the the Giant head attached to his gut plate.

You all groan you heard way too many times before.

What do you wish to do? you better decide before Gilt talks your brains into mush!

"I think we should go somewhere richer, somewhere with a war on, somewhere with money and contracts. Do what we do best. But no harm in stopping in the village first, we will need travelling rations after all." Brasstooth shrugs and continues chewing on a slightly burnt hand.

"I really hope dem farmers have children and cheese as I haven't eaten young 'uns in ages, and dey go so well with cheese," replied Two-saw rubbing his gut.

"Take yer bloody pick!" Gilt laughs "Ya can't go two steps without ya stepping on some thinling conflict!"
The prissy thinlings! The dead thinlings! Hell! Even the rat things!" he pauses " I don't know where ta start!"
"And I don't know how ta read a map! Then again.... mebbe if it's simple enough not one of dem fancy water maps!"

"Wait..." he stops.... "Did ya say young 'uns?" "I like the sound of that!"

"Gimme that map, i'm good at maps, almost never accidently use em as bog paper."
He reads the map with his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth.

"Whats it say? whats it say?" Gilt murmurs as he looks over your shoulder.

"In er wurd.  Da Maw.  Any da rest of ya been dare?" said Morzokk

"I think, it is a map to a Bretonian city, there are some weird words, REBel, DMAn them, Eating, Babies. Possible that those poncy thinlings are trying to start some sort of revolution, I hear every year all their knights go off on some fasting and praying thing to their god, some moisten bint. For some reason every year some peasent gets it in his head he can take advantage of this and lead some sort of revolution, normally the city watch keeps them under check until the knights get back then the knights take care of it, quick and bloody like, know what I mean? It's the other side of this village, so we can stop and pick up some younglings for snacks on the way."

Brasstooth belches, stands up and dusts himself down, puts on his hat "Lets get movin lads."

"Oh and the map also says some stuff about freezing mountains and deadly forests and stuff, but what do thinlings know of these things?"

"HAR HAR!" roars Giltrunner as he picks up his club, "Now dis is more like it!!!" He wraps his fur cape around and motions for the other ladz.

"Come on ladz! there's gold and meat to be had!"


(this is my hat)
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=15574405

"Meat ! I'm in ! " Bellowed Two-saw

(this is what I imagine my hat would look like but it would be more silver then brass with images of bears on )
http://missmonstermel.livejournal.com/1047085.html

Having watched his fellow Ogres from under his heavy hood Drok stares at them with with disdain.

No wonder I allways end up hunting alone, these buggers would not last a bloody day in Naggaroth

As they seem to have come to an agreement he looks up, picks up the two repeater crossbows at his side and also stands.

"What is the distance to the town? Need me to scout ahead?"


(ooc: I wish to play my Ogre somewhat intelligent, may I have a bit higher intelligence? I mean an Ogre with T3 needs all the edge he can get!)

(ooc2: Perhaps we should make an ooc thread also?)

fine! +1 to intelligence and i will start an ooc thread!

"Hey, lads, look! There is a red cross right at what looks like de ice pass. What could the thinlings have in mind?"

"Maybe dey is angry with the snow ? Dey is like 'You snow killed our crops and starved some of us now we angry.' Silly man things . Snow doesn't reply to you, I know from experience."

"Hmmpf... I don like dem thinlings in our mountains. Do we have any left to ask, or did we eat dem all?"

"Aint we sending Drok ahead to scout ahead ? "

"Maybe later, but now we should move to the village and get some supplements for laters. Like some thinlings to eat."

"Yer! drok will go and scout the village and if it's all clear... we sneak in like a gnoblar with some shiny bits take some meat and 'ead on our way!" he sniffs "It's fool proof"

"Say when you're rarin to go Drok!" he says jovially

Turning on Two-saw with a sneer on his face Drok looks sharply at him as he speaks.

"A marker or a cross on a map means something of interest you idiot! A treasure or some other site of importance!"

Turning to Dayne his face softens somewhat, for some reason Drok never raised his voice against the large Deamonic Ogre. It seemed not really fear, but he seemed more carefull in his handling with the blue skinned Maneater.

"Show me the map Dayne. Perhaps we should check the site out? I could look for a good route after we got some lunch."

"Like one big happy Bull denhuh?" chuckles Gilt "Hur, Hur...."

"Aye, a cross normally marks treasure, but can also mean an ambush spot. We can worry about that when we get there, lets go hunting thinlings."

Brasstooth strides off into the woods.

"Dat'll be de last time you insult me, Drok. (Dayne seems like he's not making a single facial expression, though it's hard to tell as his helmet only shows his jaw)

Dough, as I suggested, we should check out the ice pass later when we have enough suppliments for the long march. As for the scouting, even dough I'm heavy, I can hover over the village to check for possible resistance, pr should I say food?"

OOC: I forgot to mention that I'm able to fly. I mentioned the wings, not being able to fly though.

Glaring at Drok
"Well ow am I ment teh know smarty hat ? I know one fing I have superiereriouslynesslessfess intelligenceinessimussleness to you."

"OY!!!" Bellows Gilt " QUIT YER FIGHTING!!!" he turns to Drok "Don't be daft Drok! Flying things? The thinlings expect it! Dey deal with dem Chaos thinlings! Dey can fly too! We just send Drok he sneaks on them pointy eared thinlings... He will do it!" Gilt takes a deep breath and sighs.... "If we want tae get rich and filled with meat.... we need to work together.... got it?"

(ooc: Danne, I tried to make clear that Drok did specivically NOT insult Dayne, he gives him the creeps and Drok is very carefull aound him. The insult was against Flim Flams character  )

Drok nods at Daynes outburst at him and as he sees Brasstooth taking the lead he turns quickly and jogs past him in the direction to the village. Looking briefly at Brasstooth he says:

"Just follow my footprints in the snow.."

He then jogs on and disapears quickly into the forest. After having created a short distance between himself and the group he slows down, checks his repeater crossbows and scouts ahead, taking in his surroundings carefully as he moves on towards the village.

Brasstooth nods as Drok runs past, he whispers something to the scout, then follows a couple of hundred feet behind.

The village seems to be asleep.

A rundown and molding wooden fence surrounds it, with a guard sleeping, a torch lit above his head.

There is no sounds besides his snoring.

OOC: Right, my english really aint that good, speaking ogrish doesn't make it any easier I guess dayne thought you meant him. Just chill though, if you're loyal to dayne, he never turns his back on you.

"Right den, just shoot de thinling with yer crossbow. Silent and smooth. Den we approach."

make an initiative test

As Drok watches to town for some time awaiting the arrival of the others he checks his crossbows again, then his Draich and Great Axe, places them in their holder and picking his crossbows up again, waiting for Long Drong to appear.

This will be easy. Sometimes Humans seem as dumb as Ogres

As Brasstooth comes up with the others, Drok whispers something to him and then waits for Dayne to arrive.

Brasstooth quietly moves up behind drok and draws an oversized pistol in each hand.

"Aye, your bow is quieter, you take out the guard, I will only fire if we have already broken stealth."

I'm ready to go when you are.

Two-saw stays back, knowing full well that if he goes ahead with the rest of them his flails will jangle and he could alert more people. Instead he loads his pistols is case more people arrive . He then makes a hand gesture to Drok to take out the guard silently.

"Looks like the old man decided to wake up..." Gilt grumble's He hands Thundersnow a torso of human.
"We're waiting for them ta scout it out" he remarks "Eat, you will need it...."

OOC: Drok make an initiative check to stealthily kill the guard.
or one of you

Drok nods at Brasstooth, moves into a good position and takes aim at the guard with on of his repeaters, steadily breathing out as he squezes his trigger to take the human out.

(ooc: please do the rolls for me if you will. do not have the dice rollers in place yet)

Result: 2

Major success!

The bolt flies through the air and land squarely on the guards neck....

He chokes quietly and dies.....


perfect

Good shot lad.

Drok keeps scanning the trees for Elven archers, firing at any he can see to give the others cover for melee.

(ooc: haven't I spotted any yet?)

*BOOM BOOM*

Brasstooth unloads with both pistols into the elves in the trees (rolled 1) then draws his duel poisoned cutlasses and charges the treemen.

"Ye leafy bastards will be a figurehead for my ship by the time i'm finished with ye scurvy corpses." (Rolled 3 for combat attack)

After looting one of the dead mercenaries the Baron hired, Two - saw pulls out a knife and cuts the head of a dead mercenary soldier. He then gets all the gunpower he looted off the dead mercenaries and rams it up the nose of the head in his hand, along with fragments of metal. Afterwards he puts some fuses up the nose of the head and lights the fuse. He then throws the head in the direction of the enemy and says :

"Need a hand anyones, well I've just given dem a head ."

Long dong begins to cut into the legs of the Tremen as they howl in rage. And the wood elf archers know what they are doing are arep erfectly hidden amongst the branches of the treemen. 


The head flys into the mass of mercnaries and lands at Gilts feet!
"YER BLOODY BASTARD ARE YAH TRYING TAH KILL ME!?"  Gilt roars in disgust he kicks the makeshift bomb (result 1 and 4) The head explodes and scatters over the area killing some mercenaries  killing some elves from the shrapnel and seriously pissing off the tree men.

"whoops"

Bolg growls and getting a bit sick of the hail of arrows coming at them despite the tree tops where they were being set on fire grabbed into a bag grabbing bits of bone and femurs and the like and shoved a huge handful into his large mouth, his jowels jiggling some as he did. Narrowing his eyes he waited till he saw some of them and bit down hard crunching the bones in his mouth while closing his hand held out towards them into a fist. He was casting bonecruncher [roll of 5+1=6]

Burst of blood and bone come from the top of the treemen as 3 elves from each tree burst from the onslaut! With no magic user to dispell it they suffer the full brunt of the magic

Occ: sorry hard to keep up with these replies.

The fire in treemen was put out by the elves and one of treemen is stunned from daynes blow to the head it wobbles back and forth unceratinly.

And due to the explosion there are only a few elves left in the trees. Not to mention the spell.

(ooc: those Elves are putting out fires, and shooting in the branches of a treeman that is in combat himself and moving around, yet still Drok has not been able to spot a single one of them? Those are some hardcore elves...)

Not intending to waste his sharp blades on a tree, Drok lets the others press the attack. He stands and scans his surrounding for any other threads beside the Treeman.

Brasstooth yells "Drok, give me a hand matey!" then runs over to the wavering, stunned treeman and wraps his arms around the trunk trying to topple it all the way with his momentum. (Roll of 1 on strength 4) "TIMBER YOU BILGE RATS!"

sorry to barge in... but... is there a slot for 1 more?

Seeing how well that had worked Bolg grabs another handful of bones and crunching down hard repeated his actions. Hand outstretched towards them and when he crunched down on the bones and began to chew them he closed his fist at them. [Roll 4+1=5]

"Bloody pointy eared thinglings..."

[is it below or above our stat roll we want? I know with the magic we decided higher is better. also I never got a stat card]

((Check page 1, roll lower for normal stuff, not sure about magic))

Damn it.... Damn it all.... I'm so sorry my ogre brethren. I have been so busy in school that I abandoned you to a life of no rpg..... WELL NO LONGER! I was afraid if I posted that you guys would be angry..... Could you forgive me ? I will update daily again (except Sundays i have church)

The Treeman begins to topple over from the sudden push of balance! The sound of crunching bones and creaking branches compliment the screaming the elves quite nicely! Gilt roars as he comes in Swinging his great sword and chopping any stray elves coming down!

As he apperantly sees no other enemies on the field, Drok looks questioningly over to Brasstooth and shrugs: "Is that it? All this commotion over a Tree?"

A man in empire uniform comes walking up besides you with a look that has seen i t all. "Treemen arn't just trees... They're a big problem that could wipe out an army considering the size of them the elves must be really desperate." he picks out his axe and wanders calmly towards the battlefield.

Drok gives a sneer at the human:"Who asked you little human? Everything is a big problem for puny little men like you!"

He smiles at his Ogre companions then and his spirits seem to lift considerately:"We're eating Elf tonight lads!"

With that he walks over to the dead Elves, grabs two of them by their boots and drags them over to Bolg. "Could you cook up something special Bolg? Been too long since I've tasted delicate elven flesh."

Gilt roars from across the battlefield as half a company of crossbow men and dwarf quarrelers drop from a barrage of elf arrows. "THERE STILL ONE LEFT!!!!" as he tries to smash into the great treemans leg to no avail.

Looking up at Gilt and dropping the two Elves Drok says: "What do you want me to do about it? Those Elves have some sort of invisibility spell on them and my bolts wont do a damned thing against a Tree..."

"Magic?" Gilt says as a look of an idea passes across his face. "DATS IT!" He shouts and runs towards Bolg " Make der magic go away! You can do dat can't yer?!" shaking Bolg by the apron exceitedly.

Brasstooth sheaths his cutlass then drops into a pose similar to blood bowl players on the line of scrimmage just before a snap, he launches himself forward with surprising speed picking up momentum before slamming into the next tree man with bone shattering force. (rolled a 2)

The treeman saw his brother fall the same way and will not fall for that again. His roots of his feet begin to churn and bore into the ground keeping himself balanced and ready to counter-blow.  (He rolls a two on his attack under his str make a dodge roll)

(dodge 3) Brasstooth attempts a dodge to the left to avoid the treemans attack.

You get hit across the battlefield from the huge hand (branch?0 of the treeman you are suffering from mild dizziness and a bruised gut but you're mostly fine.