The Seal of Sigmund - Flame On campaigning in Vercuso again!

WarbossKurgan wrote:

But fear not, fine reader! Plans for the next two Flame On campaigns are on the boil already!

Kewl!

AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGH! SURE go ahead & break an Old Man's heart!
Looking forward to the next Campaign(s) AND the CONTINUING LUDWIG SAGA...SOON [or ELSE! ].

Don't worry guys. The end of a campaign just means a brief period to make new scenery (and who doesn't love that?), then the start of the next campaign!

I for one can't bare to go without a regular fix of tabletop tomfoolery.

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Seal of Sigmund Campaign Endgame Scenario: ‘Make for the harbour!’

The dastardly orcs known as Da Skullbashas have grabbed the Seal of Sigmund and are attempting to leave Sartosa and make off with it! Collaboration with Defgit’s pirates is suspected. Nearly every other warband that has been after the Seal is fighting to get to the harbour before they can escape. But as they near the harbour, it becomes clear that they’re not the only ones who don’t want the Seal to leave Vercuso…

The Crew of The Old Ogresun

Boss: Kommodore Deffgit, 2x Club, Bow, Lucky Charm. 38xp, WS5, Sprint, Leap
Shaman: Wrydtoof Hogbreff III, Club, Lucky Charm. 17xp, WS4, Zzap (8+ to cast)
Big'Un: Barnacle Nog II, 2x Club. 21xp, WS5, BS2, Hardened, Blind in One Eye, Pit Fighter
Big'Un: Salty Oggbad, 2x Club, Bow, Lucky Charm. 29xp, A2, Pit Fighter, Strike to Injure, Mighty Blow
Lad'z Got Talent: Dubloon Dreg II, 2x Club, Crossbow, Lucky Charm. 7xp, BS4, S4, T5, I3, Sprint, Hardened, Step Aside
Lad'z Got Talent: Poxy Uzbad, 2x Club, Lucky Charm. 5xp, WS4, S4.

3 Orc Boyz: Briney Duff, Scupper Lug and Maroon Grub, 2x Club, Crossbow. 39xp (13xp each), WS4, BS4, I3
4 Orc Boyz: Fishgutz, Bad Hook, Blind Fug and Lubber Snag, 2x Club, Crossbow, 56xp (14xp each), WS4, BS4, S4
2 Orc Boyz: Floggin Morr and Bilge Badlug, 2x Club. 10xp (5xp each)
1 Goblin: Walker Plank, 2x Club, Shortbow. 14xp, WS3, BS4, S4, I4
1 Goblin: Dread Pirate RogUrtz, 2x Club, 1xp
2 Goblins: Stormy Trug and Dirty Morrgun, 2x Club, 0xp

Treasury of 0gc

Starting WBR: 130
Month 1 WBR: 158
Month 2 WBR: 255
Current WBR: 334

28th April, the year nine.
Somewhere in the mountains, northern coast of Araby.

Scheming Swashbucklers Scatter Spiteful Sisters

Vultures circled overhead, they closely watched a small group of pirate Orcs. Kommodore Deffgit, in turn, scanned the desert plain below them through his spyglass. After a few minutes he found what he was looking for – a supply caravan slowly working its way across the scorched sands.

“Roight. There’s the prize mate!” he said to Salty Ogbad as he passed the telescope. “If’n we can bring that back to the fleet we won’t be seemin’ too shabby.”

“I recon we should go in strong and loud – scare ‘em into givin’ up the loot.” said Salty as he scrutinized the train of beasts and their overseers.

The Kommodore looked at the heavily scarred Orc out of the corner of his eye. “No mate, we get close without bein’ seen and cut their froats afore they can even get frightened. Elsewise they’ll just run off with the greater part of the plunder!” he said with an evil grin.

Salty sniggered “Ah, I got ya. Not like that time we murderised them Sisters of Sigmar an’ nicked their treasure chests? Y’know? – that day they was all keen to jump off of high buildings!”

“Yeah. Not like that. This’ll take a power more cunnin’.” said Deffgit.

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Sea Gulls circled overhead, they closely watched a small group of pirate Orcs. Kommodore Deffgit, in turn, scanned the town below them through his spyglass. After a few minutes he found what he was looking for – a group of robed figures were picking over the ruins, searching for abandoned riches. They had found four small strongboxes; they were locked and looked heavy: Worth investigating, especially if it meant a fight to get at them.







“Roight. There’s the prize mate!” he said to Salty Ogbad as he passed the telescope. “If’n we can bring that back to the fleet we won’t be seemin’ too shabby.”

“I recon we should go in strong and loud – scare ‘em into givin’ up the loot.” said Salty as he scrutinized the strongboxes.

“Yeah, that’ll do it.” the Kommodore laughed, then raised his voice “Roight ladz! Get ‘em!”

The Ogresuns jumped to their feet and sprinted through the rubbled-strewn streets and alleys towards the treasure.



As they rounded the walled garden Stormy Trug started ranting and gibbering at Dread Pirate RogUrtz about how many drinks he felt were owed him. RogUrtz took offence at Stormy’s bitter remarks and clubbed the weasely git to death!





The action centred around the ruined Cod and Cutlass inn, the sisters took up vantage points on the first floor when they heard the shouts of the approaching green buccaneers, they would have loosed sling-stones on their attackers but a steady hail of fire from the pirates kept their heads down.





In the Cod and Cutlass two Sisters leapt from the ruin’s first floor, a double diving charge towards the small group of pirates below. One landed nimbly, hammers swirling, ready for the fight; the other awkwardly, stumbling against the ladder behind her.



A masculine Sister ran out onto the jetty and grabbed an unguarded strongbox – the Sigmarites may have left it there waiting for a boat to come in and take them out of Vercuso; a boat that seemed unlikely to arrive before the pirates overwhelmed them!



The Matriarch charged into the celebrating Orcs in the Cod and Cutlass but was fended off long enough for the main strength of the sea-dogs to arrive.



Barnacle Nog was knocked over the head and fell insensible to the ground. But before his assailant could finish him off the Matriarch gave the order to fall back.



Moments later the Ogresuns were alone - the Sisters having quit the docks.

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HOORAY! The Lads from the Ogresun finish off in a burst of GLORY! AND theyget their hands on the Sisters' Chests....take that however you want .

*Snigger*

Magnificent! Absolutely exemplary. From the quality of the models and scenery to the story line and creative writing that helped form a convincing and compelling campaign.

A fantastic read.

Well there goes the neighborhood .
SO...will the next campaign be located in Mysterious Araby or Beloved Vecuso?

Beloved Vecuso, definitely!

Don't wory about the 50 years thing - this one was set 50 years ago, and the Slippery Fishwife staff writers are infamously inaccurate in their predictions... Apart from the one about the cat.

The big finale game starts in five hours - hopefully someone will take a camera!! I'm still gutted I can't make it.

NO CAMERA & THEY'LL SUFFER THE DEATH OF SIX RAG BABIES!

Note: The "death of six rag babies" is an old West Virginian expression. No one seems certain what this entails, but it doesn't sound like a pleasant way to go.

I was going to suggest keelhauling, but I'm not fussy.

CONGRATULATIONS, JOE! The Wrath of the Black Sisterhood wins Out!