warhammer armies: Far north, fluffi osasto

[Andromedus]

Niinpä, tulin joukkoon harmaaseen uudestaan tänne. Mitä kaikkee on tapahtunut`?

[pamp-pu]

Niinpä, tulin joukkoon harmaaseen uudestaan tänne. Mitä kaikkee on tapahtunut`?

Mukava nähdä Androakin taas joukossa .
Peikkoasia on saatu käsitellyksi, samoin FN - Karak Ranud- asia. Myös aikajanaa on viilailtu Kuusikeijun hiljattaisen paluun jälkeen. Selaappa muutamia viimeisiä sivuja, ja totea itse.

[Andromedus]

Sanokaa mitä teen niin käyn wörkkiin, voin tehdä muutakin kuin lyhyitä tarinanpätkiä.

[pamp-pu]

Sanokaa mitä teen niin käyn wörkkiin, voin tehdä muutakin kuin lyhyitä tarinanpätkiä.

Jaahas, jospa minä ottaisin tuon kyseenalaisen kunnian harteilleni ...
Moni on piirtänyt erilaisia kuvia Far Northilaisista, mm. Kuusikeiju, VD ja The Senator (muistaakseni). Jos sinusta löytyy piirtäjän vikaa, niin pistä tulemaan. Aihe ja toteutustyyli vapaa, kunhan kuva liittyy Far Northiin.

[pamp-pu]

Damn these Spawns, Rikar thought, cleaving his twentieth or ninetienth Beastman in half with his axe.
The beasts of Nurgle had attacked earlier than expected, and in many they came. Hundred, perhaps even two, of Beastman attacked with blind rage, and with them came Spawns of Nurgle and the feared and furious Dragon Ogres. The village was in alert before they came, thanks to the warnings of the Border Rangers and their horns.

Rikar was one of the few youths of the village, who undertook their ritual of adulthood last winter. The other few were brothers Greus and Grimnar, and Rikar's cousins Jorgen, Berghard and Arghed. All of them were excellent fighters, with Rikar, Jorgen and Grimnar carrying axes and shields, and Berghard, Greus and Arghed carrying terrifying warhammers forged by the Dwarves.

Rikar smashed the skull of another beast with his axe, and at the same time throwing one of his well-balanced throwing axes. The weapon hit the shoulder of an Dragon Ogre, cathing it off guard. The Dragon Ogre yelled in pain, as blood showered from it's broken shoulder. Greus took the advantage of the situation, killing the Dragon Ogre instantly by crushing its skull with his baneful hammer.
Jorgen and Grimnar came to Rikar's aid, cutting the Beastmen like hay from their path with their weapons. An Ungor attacked at Rikar, it's spear swooping right next to his head. Rikar parried the next strike, striking with his shield to the creatures head. In an instant the beast was laying in the ground, dead.
Rikar had no time to rest. He, Jorgen and Grimnar killing the rest of the Beastmen in their surroundings, heard a growl that shaked his guts upside down. Beastmen laying dead in their feet, a towering creature came from the woods, smashing the trees away from it's path. Greus, Berghard and Arghed came to them, backing away from the enclosing Beastmen.
- They have a Giant!, Greus yelled, killing three Beastmen with one huge horizontal blow, their heads flying to the air. Rikar, killing another beast, said:
- Where is Bearkin?, he yelled, meaning the villages shaman. At the same moment an old, grizzled man clothed in fur and bone, battled his way through the masses of Beastmen. He reached the youths, battling his way back:
- Someone called me?, Bearkin asked, grinning. Arghed pointed at the Giant:
- Get rid of that abomination for us, will ya?!, he growled in fury, butchering an Bestigor. Bearkin yelled back:
- You must hold it, until i can prepare my spell and call the all-powerful Ukko Overgod for help.
Rikar cursed in his mind ; holding back an Chaos Giant wasn't easy, especially in a critical situation like this. It would take time for Bearkin to gather the required magic to fry the beast to ashes with bolt and lightning.
- No other choice, i guess?, Jorgen said, throwing another axe to the head of an Ungor. Rikar took a deep breath:
- Jorgen, Greus, Arghed; with me. Lets hold that Giant off, he said. Jorgen, Greus and Arghed followed Rikar, fighting their way to the towering abomination.
- May Ahti protect you, Bearkin shouted to them, and started chanting and praying for the Gods.
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Tuli vaan joku inspiraationpurkaus, ja tuommoisen tuotin.

[Tapsa]

Vielä jokin motiivi Karak Ranudin ja Far Northin väliselle liitolle pitäisi kehittää, ja milloin liitto solmittiin.

Hmm. Tässä olisi jotain. Ei tätä tarvitse mitenkään erityisesti noudattaa tulevaisuudessa, se on vain minun ehdotukseni, ja se varmaan kumoaa jotain aikaisempia, hyviä väittämiä. Mutta laitetaan nyt tulemaan:

The Friendship of Karak Ranud and Far North

In the Imperial Year 2383 the people of Far North met a horrible danger. A plague came upon them, carried by the winds from the north. The people cursed the evil god of Decay, who they had never served themselves, but they knew that the Marauders in the northern wastes had a god of this kind called Nurgle. In that terrifying time some people said that the pestilence was Nurgle’s punishment on Far North, punishing them because they did not serve the Lord of Decay. Those who said these words were known as Pestilans amongst the people, and in some villages they were welcome but in others they were stoned to death. The Pestilans spoke long lectures to vast masses of crowd, telling them that they had to dedicate their souls to Nurgle or die to the plague. But before there were any bigger conflicts between the Pestilans and other Far Norse, one rose amongst the villagers. A young farmer named after the spirit Äijö saw a vision from the Spirits of Purity. He threw away his life as farmer and left to travel the lands of Far North. He spoke against the Pestilans and said that they were liars, and wherever he went the folk listened to him and followed him. Finally the leader of the Pestilans, a great warrior Gunrik, found out Äijö and challenged him for a duel. Äijö’s friends told him:
“Please, don’t fight Gunrik! He is powerful warlord and he will strike you down!”
But Äijö didn’t listen to them. He took up a small sword and went to meet Gunrik. The Pestilan watched the boy laughing and said: “Is this the legendary Äijö? You wouldn’t defeat a lamb in fair battle!” And so Gunrik attacked.
But miraculous, Äijö stabbed Gunrik slaying the warrior with a single strike. Gunrik fell and the Pestilans went to panic. Nobody listened to them anymore and they were driven away from Far North. Soon after that, Äijö found a herbal medicine which could be used to heal the plague. It took one year to cure the decease, but after that pestilence never touched the people again.
But they weren’t the only people that the plague attacked. East from Far North lied the Dwarven fortress of Karak Ranud, where lived a small number of Dwarves. Nurgle struck them, too, and they did not have any healing potions. It is said that the plague killed half of their population that year, and the fortress never rose back to its former glory. But it was not destroyed completely by the decease.
For Äijö saw another vision. The Spirits of Purity came to him and told him:
“East from Pineland lies a grey, dark mountain. You will recognize it from the others by the smoke that rises from the caves on its sides. You must travel to that mountain and go inside the caves. Inside you will find a secret Dwarf stronghold. This stronghold is being slowly killed by the same plague that came upon Far Norse. You must help the Dwarves. Go to their lord and tell him about the herb that cures the plague. Help the Dwarves to collect the plant and teach them to make the medicine. Once you have done this, return to Far North and wait.”
Äijö was confused. “Why, mighty Spirits?” he asked. “Why do I have to help the Dwarves? What do I owe to them?”
“Nothing”, answered the Spirits. “But when you have done this, they will owe to you.”
Äijö didn’t ask anything else. He travelled to the Dwarven stronghold. At first, the Dwarves were not pleased by his presence. They thought he was an enemy spy. But when he told them that he wished to help them defeat the pestilence, their attitude changed. They told him that the name of the fortress was Karak Ranud and that it was very old. They told that the plague was unbearable and that the decease was going to kill all the Dwarves in Karak Ranud.
Äijö taught them how to defeat the plague, and very soon the results began to show. After a while, the whole population of Karak Ranud was cured and the plague was only a memory.
But when Äijö was going to leave and return to his home, a war band of the Pestilans surprised him. Right in front of the gates of Karak Ranud Äijö fought a desperate battle and died. The Pestilans took his body and smashed it into the rocks, cut it into pieces and fed it to the crows. The dwarves saw all this and turned frenzy. They were upset because of the death of their saviour, and so they attacked the Pestilans. Nurgle’s warriors were killed to the last man and they were never seen again in Far North, but they had succeeded in slaying Äijö. The Dwarves mourned the loss of this great man but did never go to Far North and tell Äijö’s people that he was dead.
In Far North, when Äijö didn’t show up, the folk began to believe that he was dead.
“Who is the responsible? Who killed Äijö?” they asked.
“Äijö went to meet Dwarves”, said others. “They must’ve killed him.”
“The Dwarves killed Äijö!” they shouted. “Kill the Dwarves!”
Far North was on the brink of war. The people wanted to destroy Karak Ranud. But they couldn’t find the hidden stronghold and gave up. But for twenty years Far North hated Karak Ranud from the bottom of its heart.
Then, in the Imperial Year 2403, Kislev attacked Far North. The people were defeated and Pineland was invaded. But when all hope seemed to have gone, the Dwarves of Karak Ranud marched to their aid. At first the Far Norse thought that the Dwarves were going to attack them, but instead they attacked the Kislevites. It was a long and bloody battle, but finally the Dwarves struck the Kislevites back.
Far Norse soldiers were amazed. “We thought you were our enemies”, they said.
“No”, said the Dwarves. “We came to pay back our debts to you. Äijö helped us, and now we help you.”
“But didn’t you kill Äijö?”
“No. The Pestilans killed him on our very doorstep.”
After that war, the Far Norse and the Dwarves of Karak Ranud were strong allies and helped each other many times. The Dwarves exchanged gold, weapons and armours to wood and food. This friendship was so tough, that sometimes they even helped each other in battles. The symbol of this bondage was the herb used to cure plague, and the leaders of both peoples often visited the grave of Äijö.

Pyydän suurta pituutta anteeksi, mutta en vain pysty päästämään hyvää tarinaa livahtamaan sormieni välistä. Toivottavasti jaksatte lukea, vaikka onkin englanniksi.

[VD]

Tapsa aika hyvää tekstiä, todellakin.

[pamp-pu]

*thumbs up*
Hjuva hjuva. Tuntui suhteellisen luontevalta, eikä paljon tökkinyt missään vaiheessa. Muiden mielipiteet ja näkemykset otetaan myös avosylin vastaan, en minä sentään päätä näistä asioista yksin (onneksi).

[Andromedus]

Osaan piirrellä mutta fluffia mieluummin kirjoittaisin...vaikka jos sanotte jonkun mikä on jäänyt vähän tai vähän enemmän auki.

[Oberon]

Vaikka minä en tässä(kään) projektissa ole missään asemassa, pidin tarinasta silti ja se tuntuisi sopivan tähän Far north-juttuun hyvin, eikä ollut edes liian pitkä.

[pamp-pu]

Osaan piirrellä mutta fluffia mieluummin kirjoittaisin...vaikka jos sanotte jonkun mikä on jäänyt vähän tai vähän enemmän auki.

Öh.. Nojuu, ei ongelmaa. Voit vaikka kirjoittaa oman näkemyksesi motiiviksi Far Northin ja Karak Ranudin liitolle (mm. Tapsan viimeisin viesti on näitä), tai jatkaa tuota äsken kirjoittamaani fluffinpätkää (taistelu Petomiehiä vastaan).
Saat toki itsekin päättää aiheen.

[Tapsa]

Anteeksi tyhmä kysymys, mutta onkos Far Northin kartta jo olemassa? Ajattelin vain, että jos ei ole, minä voisin piirtää sen (ja voisin kyllä piirrellä tänne muutakin, jos vain huolitaan). Mitäs sanotte?

[pamp-pu]

Anteeksi tyhmä kysymys, mutta onkos Far Northin kartta jo olemassa? Ajattelin vain, että jos ei ole, minä voisin piirtää sen (ja voisin kyllä piirrellä tänne muutakin, jos vain huolitaan). Mitäs sanotte?

Eipä taida löytyä. Piirrä toki, jos inspistä löytyy.

Pikku korjaus koskien Karak Ranudia. Itse olen aina kuvitellut sen Norscan vuorien reunamille, joten silloinhan se olisi FN:stä länteen, ei itään (joku taisi kuvailla sen idässä?).

[Tapsa]

Anteeksi tyhmä kysymys, mutta onkos Far Northin kartta jo olemassa? Ajattelin vain, että jos ei ole, minä voisin piirtää sen (ja voisin kyllä piirrellä tänne muutakin, jos vain huolitaan). Mitäs sanotte?

Eipä taida löytyä. Piirrä toki, jos inspistä löytyy.

Pikku korjaus koskien Karak Ranudia. Itse olen aina kuvitellut sen Norscan vuorien reunamille, joten silloinhan se olisi FN:stä länteen, ei itään (joku taisi kuvailla sen idässä?).

Minä taisin kuvailla sen itään. Jos tahdotte auttaa kartan kanssa, voisitte kertoa vähän tarkemmin FN:n sijainnista

[pamp-pu]

Minä taisin kuvailla sen itään. Jos tahdotte auttaa kartan kanssa, voisitte kertoa vähän tarkemmin FN:n sijainnista

Garoth postitti tämän kartan sivulla 26, kiitoksia Garoth: http://www.student.oulu.fi/~tommioja/Norse2.bmp Ehdotan että käytämme tuota sijaintia. Onko OK kaikille?

[Tapsa]

On, sopii hyvin. Kiitti avusta. Tehtailen jonkinlaisen kartan ja lähetän sen tänne.

[Kuusikeiju]

Ehdotan että käytämme tuota sijaintia. Onko OK kaikille?

Sijainti vaikuttaa hyvältä. Tuossa kolossa Far North jää sopivasti pohjanmiesten, Kislevin ja peikkojen saartamaksi. Eikä unohdeta sitäkään, että suoraan tuosta kohdasta pohjoiseen meren takana alkaa Chaos Wastes ja pipokaupalla demoneita. On siinä lintukotoa kerrakseen.

Järjestelen jonkinmoisen kansion kuvitusta 'Coniin mukaan kun en jaksa ryhtyä skannailemaan ja koitan keskittyä tyylillisesti WH:ssa esitettyyn kuvamaailmaan. Figuja olen saanut jo miltei Mordheim-porukallisen verran maaliin, mutta odotellaan niiden suhteen vielä viikko kun pari on työn alla.

Nuo novellinpätkät olivat hyviä.

[Ar-Senator]

Onko FN:ssä muuten kaupunkjeja? Tuossa meren rannalla voisi joku satamakaupunki, josta sitten käytäisiin kauppaa Empiren kanssa, vaikkakin pienessä mittakaavassa. Suomihan kävi kauppaa Saksan kanssa ainakin hansan aikaan. Mutta mitkään isot kaupungit eivät oikein sovi, enintään jotain 2000 asukasta.

[Tapsa]

Hmmm... Minusta Far North-kaupunki ei kuulosta kovin... osuvalta. Ajattelisin sitä itse lähinnä tiettömänä erämaana. Kyliä siellä kyllä voisi olla, ja yksi kylä voisi vaikka olla isompi kuin muut (noin 1000 asukasta). Mutta mikä sen nimi olisi? Turku? (Tai Åbo? (Oobu?)) Helsinga? Borge? Vasa?

[Ar-Senator]

Niin, ei mitään isoa, mutta kyllä 1000 asukasta tekee jo kaupungin. Sellainen koko olisi aika sopiva, enimmäkseen vain paikka mistä maalaiset voivat vaihtaa niitä pakollisia tarvikkeita mitä eivät itse pysty tuottamaan (esim. suolaa) omiin turkiksiinsa ja vastaaviin, joita sitten vietäisiin laivalla Empireen/Marienburgiin.