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So why would you want to grudge them, if indeed your plan is to teach them a lesson?

Unless the lesson is how to most efficiently take your models off the battlefield? 

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1 minute ago, jondoe297 said:

So why would you want to grudge them, if indeed your plan is to teach them a lesson?

Unless the lesson is how to most efficiently take your models off the battlefield? 

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On 7/18/2017 at 2:57 PM, Kevf1710 said:

Hiya!

I'm the honourable mention ;)

Can you add kev francis to the reserves please/take rich's place.

Kev, You're in the player list... Can I ask you to pay your entry fee (£45) to @tricky_ricardo please. 

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On 7/18/2017 at 4:37 PM, HobbyHammer said:

Are grudges a thing at RAW? Someone has been dissing me big time and needs to be taught a lesson..

If you want grudges you can have grudges, but be aware that the Dictator can (and probably will) stop you :P

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10 hours ago, Mitzy said:

If you want grudges you can have grudges, but be aware that the Dictator can (and probably will) stop you :P

Ok I grudge @Chris Tomlin in a full game. Skirmish is not worthy of such a fight! 

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Ok I grudge [mention=45]Chris Tomlin[/mention] in a full game. Skirmish is not worthy of such a fight! 


No.......


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Fair.

 

Absolutely, it was a poor challenge delivered in the manner of a common tournament player not at all what one would expect from a man with your narrative credentials. Not even a mention of Krunk or Mojgorox. Come on dude you're better than that

 

Note: the above needs to read in an Upper class English accent for maximum effect.

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1 hour ago, Ollie Grimwood said:

 

Absolutely, it was a poor challenge delivered in the manner of a common tournament player not at all what one would expect from a man with your narrative credentials. Not even a mention of Krunk or Mojgorox. Come on dude you're better than that emoji6.png

 

Note: the above needs to read in an Upper class English accent for maximum effect.

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I feel I have been owned... another fair point though, I shall crawl back into my cave and give ourselves a talking to and think about what I have done..

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The Dictator has not checked in on this thread for awhile now but shall grace you mortals with some replies.

Grudges are allowed (sorry most handsome one) but I am not recording it. In fact, I might not even bother sorting out match-ups this year! #controversial

Fluff can be shared in this thread and we'll be collating them via email soon.

Lastly, two slots have just opened up! I believe one of them may be accounted for (this is looking at you Simon), but post if you're interested! Plus, the reserves list could be padded up for the inevitable late dropout!

 

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MojGorox looked upon the plains of Ghur with bitter regret. "We did not serve you completely fathers" the voices in his head began. "Krunk still lives and we did not yet feast upon Orruk flesh, the day shall come soon, once our sweet pea is delivered back to me, once I once again hold within my arms my beloved" at once Khorne spoke to him, in his head of course, the message clear. Krunk, now believed to be rampaging near the borders of Cartha needed to be brought to justice.. "We ride your blade father, I see my path in front of me, may all my fathers bless us. The challenge is set, the Realms will shake and the call will be made to SweetPea, he shall hear our calls and smell sweet Orruk blood. He cannot resist. Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Nurgle and Khorne, treat us right and lead the way!"

@Chris Tomlin - The Challenge has been set... "We grudge you, sweet child.." 

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MojGorox looked upon the plains of Ghur with bitter regret. "We did not serve you completely fathers" the voices in his head began. "Krunk still lives and we did not yet feast upon Orruk flesh, the day shall come soon, once our sweet pea is delivered back to me, once I once again hold within my arms my beloved" at once Khorne spoke to him, in his head of course, the message clear. Krunk, now believed to be rampaging near the borders of Cartha needed to be brought to justice.. "We ride your blade father, I see my path in front of me, may all my fathers bless us. The challenge is set, the Realms will shake and the call will be made to SweetPea, he shall hear our calls and smell sweet Orruk blood. He cannot resist. Tzeentch, Slaanesh, Nurgle and Khorne, treat us right and lead the way!"
[mention=45]Chris Tomlin[/mention] - The Challenge has been set... "We grudge you, sweet child.." 


Lissen Goatboy. Getting snuffed by that Toy Megaboss ain't going to save you. I'm Gorkamorka's chosen Prophet and dead or alive I'll have the information promised to me. It don't matter if you hide behind Nagash or your own weakling gods, you hold the key to my vengeance and I will take it.

Olrog comes and he comes for you.

(N.B. Not a grudge just a bit of ongoing side narrative from RH17 I couldn't resist )


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Dom Pemberton your email address has bounced, can you PM me please?


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Email has been sent to you all this morning chaps, we have used the PayPal one you paid with.

Please add info@realmsatwar.co.uk to your email whitelist so our emails don't go in to your spam box.

If you didn't get an email please let me know.

Cheers
Mitzy


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“Real life” game situation:  I was playing my good friend John in his first AoS game in July. He has painted up a heavily converted Stormcast army and was testing it out.  Turn 2, he dropped two units of paladins on Neferata while simultaneously walking his Lord Celestant into the fight from his deployment zone…

 

Lightning cascaded around her as Neferata leaned back into her throne atop her abyssal terror, Nagadron.  She looked across the battlefield to see her brother Mortarch, Mannfred, dealing with the mounted elements of this upstart, Stormcast force.  How dare they enter the lands of the dead!  As the smoke from Sigmar’s parlour tricks cleared, ten paladins stood in the open ground in front of her but her focus settled on the so-called Lord Celestant who had advanced behind them, under cover of the light show.  How could a man call himself a Lord when he had to walk into battle!

The ebb and flow of battle can be fickle and, with the intensity of the fighting focused elsewhere, Neferata took the opportunity to pick her fight ahead of the paladins closing in around her.  Well used to being the hammer of the force, the men were surprised to see the Vampire Queen all but ignore them, running into their midst with her fell dagger pointed directly at their Lord.  While the spirits around her held the paladins at bay, Neferata and her mount focused on the Lord Celestant, tearing him down before his retinue could move to protect him.

The same lightning that had delivered the paladins to the fight seconds ago returned to the battlefield to reclaim their hero.  The sadness of the paladins quickly turned to horror as the lightning skipped off the Sigmarite armour, unable to gain any purchase as they had seen so many times in the past.  Instead, a rose coloured nimbus surrounded the Lord.  Horror became fear as the broken corpse began to rise from the ground.  His helmet had been lost in the melee and his skin had taken on an unnatural hue.  As he stood the armour plates on his back cracked apart, two huge wings sprung out and shook themselves free of his cape, the skulls and chains attached to them rattling against his armour. He turned towards the vampiress with a haunted look; “What is your wish, Mistress?”

Neferata sensed the fear pouring off the paladins that surrounded her and shrieked with laughter, “Arise, my vassal! My first order is to dispatch these peasants who impede my path!”  The words were enough to snap the Stromcast out of their shock. Forgetting the threat of the Mortarch of Blood, they gritted their teeth and piled onto their former Lord, smashing him to the ground before he could fulfill his new Mistress’s instructions.

Backing away from the fallen Vampire Lord, the paladins realised their mistake as Neferata crashed into their flank and, aided by her morghast guard, slaughtered them to a man.  Her goals achieved, she allowed their spirits to return to the Celestial Realm. Sometime later, her words echoed through their minds as they coalesced through the reforging: “Consider this a brief respite from the Will of Nagash, all souls come to him in the end.  Your denial of Him will only bring you suffering.”

On the battlefield, the hammer at the center of the Stormcast force had been gutted and the Mortarchs made short work of the remaining forces.  After tasking the skeleton minions to stop the screams of the mortally wounded, Neferata returned to her fallen hero.  She dismounted Nagadron and pulled a golden cup from her saddle.  After slicing her arm, she allowed some of her life blood to pour into the cup, lifted the head of the vampire and poured the contents of the cup down his throat.

“What is your name, servant?” Neferata demanded.

“Nathaniel Bl…”

“I care nothing for your history and heritage, Nathaniel.  I also have little need of your services but my reckless daughter has need of a skilled Hunter and you are my gift to her.  My gift to you is this Chalice, each time you use it in battle, remember it is me that has sustained you. I will expect some service from you at a time of my choosing in the future.  Now go.”

If Nathaniel had any free will remaining, he might have wept as he flew over the lands of the dead towards his new Mistress but Nagash’s will conquers all hope and he was the spawn of Neferata, Mortarch of Blood.  The only thoughts in his mind were of service.

 

 

 

 

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4 minutes ago, Darth Alec said:

So I didn't get the RAW mail. But I did get it when @HobbyHammer pressed "reply all" when sending in his mail... Don't know how that works, but nice fluff Sean!

Check you Junk, it's where mine ended up.

2 minutes ago, HobbyHammer said:

Thanks! But didn't realise I pressed reply all. 

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So here's a question, what format do  you guys want the fluff in? Short story, textbook entry, poem?


Interesting I did hear on a podcast that us narrative types do like to recite poetry to each other 🤣


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1 minute ago, Ollie Grimwood said:

 


Interesting I did hear on a podcast that us narrative types do like to recite poetry to each other emoji13.png🤣


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