Under Lock and Quay (a Flame On Mordheim campaign)

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to announce that, after an unavoidable and seemingly millennia-long, break Luncheim returns!

The Under Lock & Quay campaign re-starts at the Mill at lunch time today.

Kommodore Deffgit and the Ogresuns, not all washed-up!

9th September, the year ten.

Adm’rul Kurgan Grimjaw looked at the stained and dog-eared map spread out on the table before him in the morning sunlight. He stared long and hard at the detailed, but slightly out-of-date, street plan of the city. Many of the buildings marked where either ruins or had been replaced completely but the streets were mostly unchanged.

A Goblin messenger peeped over the edge of the table and stood on tip-toe to reach a grubby hand into the middle of the map. Pointing a dirty finger at a non-descript house in the docks area.

“It’s only a rumour chief, but there is supposed to be a heap o’ gold and gems and the like in that old guys gaff. I sure it’s already been ransacked a dozen times but the stories say its proper cunning hidden.” said the Goblin.

“Run down the the Pickled Mermaid inn lad. Send my compliments to Kommodore Deffgit and ask him to take the Ogresuns to check it out. You never know, there may be a grain o’ truth in it…” rumbled the Adm’rul.

~~~

Starting crew:

Boss: Kommodore Deffgit, 2x Club
Shaman: Wrydtoof Hogbreff, Club
Big'Un: Barnacle Nog, 2x Club
Big'Un: Salty Oggbad, 2x Club
4 Orc Boyz: The Starboard Watch - Throg, Fishgutz, Dubloon Dreg and Floggin Morr, 2x Club
3 Orc Boyz: Bad Hook and Briney Duff and Scupper Lug, 2x Club
3 Goblins: Dirty Morrgun, Dread Pirate RogUrtz and Stormy Trug, Club

WBR 130

The return of Luncheim with some OLD FAVORITES...HOW COOL!
Now, if only, there are some poems & a Ludwig or two...

Defend the Find, Cathay Town.

The Ogresuns peered round the corner of the stone-walled Wall Tavern and looked across the street at a house. An ordinary house, of no particular significance from outward appearance, but one that apparently held a secret store of loot.

Shaman Wyrdtoof scratched his goatee and hmmm’d to himself. Big’Unz Salty Ogbad and Barnacle Nog took turns squinting through a small spyglass. Kommodore Deffgit lit his pipe and was soon surrounded by a thick, noxious cloud of sickly-sweet tobacco smoke.

Nog said “I reckon there’s a fair number of ‘em in there. I counted at least five”

Salty chuckled to himself, knowing that Nog couldn’t count any higher, smug in the knowledge he could comfortably reach the giddy heights of seven, maybe even eight if it was quiet! “I’d say they was them Outlaws from the Chanlons. Which their leader calls ‘imself The Crow, or some foreign word for such.” he said.

Wyrdtoof took a pinch of dirt from the ground and crumbled it between his fingers, watching how the wind took the dust.

Deffgit puffed on the stem of his pipe. “We rush the lubbers. All at once” he said and squinted his one good eye at the others.

The pirates nodded to each other, satisfied that the Kommodore had, once again, come up with a brilliant and fool-proof plan of attack.

~~~

The Outlaws, holed-up in the objective building:





The Ogresuns storm the house!

14th September the year ten
Skirmish at The Capstan









The Merrie Men spotted the Ogresuns approaching from three directions and scampered into the Hole in the Wall Inn. They knew that the Orc Pirates didn’t have much long-ranged firepower so they didn’t even try to hide; they just took advantage of the natural defensive position of the inn.







The only room was two stories up so the Orcs would not only have to cross the wide open streets to get close, they would have to climb the long stairs and suffer one last volley of arrows before they could get to grips with the bowmen!





The Pirates were made of tough stuff though: they ran full-pelt down the streets, taking advantage of any cover they came across on the way. Most of the Merrie Men’s arrows missed their mark but even those that found a target didn’t do much to slow the scurvy dogs down.





But as the Orcs crossed the last few yards of open ground their numbers were thinned out a little too much. When Fishgutz and Salty Ogbad went down the Kommodore called a retreat.



~~~

16th September the year ten
Occupy at the Cod and Cutlass

The Ogresuns battled the Night Goblins of Manciniweenie the Mighty’s Eastland Blue Moon Tribe in a struggle for control of three key buildings near the famous inn.

~~~





Even before the enemy was in sight Orc Pirate Scupper Lug took offence at something Dubloon Dreg said and clobbered him!

When they did pop up there seemed to be millions of the little green lubbers!

















The new Big’Un, Dredger Zug, led half the Orc Pirates off to the west to storm the Warehouse while Kommodore Deffgit took the other half off east (leaving one Boy behind in the walled yard of the Revenue House to make sure the Night Gobbos didn’t nab it later) to assault the Sail-makers’ Guildhouse.



The bat-suited Black Gobbo launched himself over the rooftops with a loud “TWANG”, sailed through the air on his home-made batty wings with a long wailing whoop of joy, then landed on the pavement with a slightly less-loud “SPLAT”. But he picked himself up and started climbing up the crumbling side of the Hole in the Wall Inn.







Deffgit and Barnacle Nog crashed in the Clobberers as Manciniweenie the Mighty shouted orders at his minions to advance while he himself ran away from the fight!

Dredger’s ladz faced a swarm of Snotlings and a couple of Goblin Heroes. The Ogresun Kabin Grotz and Floggin Morr ploughed through the wall of hysterical tiny green fiends, knocking them senseless left and right. Dredger booted a Goblin Hero with a Squig Prodder out of the Warehouse but was sent sprawling across the floor by a hail of arrows fired from above. He didn’t stay down long but by the time he got up the Goblins had legged it.



~~~

Chaos Chic is SO NOW...I KNEW all those swish fashion designers were minions of the INFERNAL POWERS or George Bush...whichever is worse.

George Bush is worse by far...

Pirexian wrote:

George Bush is worse by far...

28th September, the year ten
Surprise Attack at the Wishing Well

A small number of the Ogresuns’ Port Watch were attacked near the Wishing Well by the Blue Moon Tribe but it was a cunningly laid ambush! Within minutes of the Night Goblins fully committing to the attack the rest of the Orc Pirates stormed through an alley behind them and gave the grots a beating.

~~~

The Kommodore adjusted the focus of his spyglass and chuckled.

“Them pesky Blue Moons has taken the bait; hook line and sinker! The whole lot of ‘em is rushin’ towards Bad Hook and the Port Watch Boyz.”

He closed the brass telescope and climbed down from his vantage-point on the wall of a small ruined house.

“Let’s go get ‘em Ladz!” he shouted; the Ogresuns roared their approval and started running.

~~~







The Dark Night landed deftly in the second story of the Cultist’s house just below Scupper Lug. The sneaky, and this time quite lucky, flying Goblin had ideas of knifing the pirate without him knowing what hit him.

But Scupper Lug saw the bat-winged grot swoop in and leapt down from the floor above, landing a heavy boot on the Dark Night’s head.

After dealing with the “super hero” he ran across the gangplank into the Sail-maker’s house with Floggin’ Morr and (after a brief argument) they both took up firing positions in the attic, over-looking the main street.







Bad Hook was mobbed by a gaggle of Snotlings in the main bar of the Hole in the Wall Inn. The little squeakers tripped him up and started pounding on him with their tiny clubs. He shrugged off their puny blows and dragged himself up and repaid the Snots’ in kind. He kicked and punched and stabbed and slashed until the monstrous little blighters backed off leaving most of their number rolling on the floor clutching various body parts.







The crew of the Ogresun burst out of Half Moon Alley and smashed into the Boom Moons, knocking about a third of them down with the initial barrel-charge!

Wyrdtoof blasted a couple of the Goblin clubbers with a thunder-clap of green power and the crossbow-armed Pirates in the attic took down another.

When Dredger joined the fray and clobbered two clubbers the Goblin Boss Manciniweenie the Mighty had had enough and called for a full retreat.

~~~

As the Ogresuns picked over the Goblin encampment (having found a princely stash of Wyrdstone) an old acquaintance appeared in the street.

“Mr Whalebelly!” cried Kommodore Deffgit “What a pleasure it be ta make yer acquaintance again!”

“Kommodore.” said the Ogre Bodyguard as he knuckled his forehead. “Which I was wondering if you’m hiring today?”

“There is always a place in my crew for you Whalebelly. The Ogresun ain’t a small ship as ye know.” said the one-eyed old Orc.

~~~

A TRULY GREAT visual experience with just enough text to clue moi to the action...a FINE way to start the day!

30th September, the year ten
Occupy at Binnacle Yard

The Ogresuns fall foul of the Hold Rats in a territorial dispute.

~~~

“Busy down ‘ere” said Kommodore Deffgit as he eyed the street through the steamed up window of the Cod and Cutlass inn.

The other Ogresuns nodded in agreement but didn’t look up from their dinner and glasses of grog. Out on the street the blue-uniformed City Watch were hanging about in much greater numbers than usual. Normally one or two of them would lurk on a street corner trying to look inconspicuous then disappear at the first sign of trouble. Today there were about a dozen of them tramping about the dock side!

As the Pirates left the inn with full bellies and groggy heads there was some sort of commotion going on between the Watch and the Merrie Men. The Orcs ignored it and headed towards the Binnacle Yard.

~~~





Sling stones skipped off the cobbled street and the double thump of a pair of pistols fired together echoed through the alley ways.



Wyrdtoof took cover in the lee of a ruptured cannon and fired a blast of green lightning at the Skaven Assassin lurking in the attic of the Revenue House on the south west corner of Binnacle Yard, while the Kabin Grotz snuck round the back of the building keeping in the shadow of the Revenue House’s wall.







Whalebelly and a knot of Pirate Orcs pounded forward toward the Bretonnian Chapel on the north east corner of the Yard. From the broken roof of the Chapel four Skaven sent a rain of pistol and sling fire down on them.





With a titanic crash a vast Rat Ogre burst out of the door of the Sailmakers House and crashed into Barnacle Nog. A Skaven Sorcerer charged Dredger and Throg at the same moment. The Sorcerer tried and failed to summon the power of the Horned Rat, so Dredger smashed him in the face with the hilt of his cutlass.





The Rat Ogre kept smashing his huge mailed fist into the ground where Barnacle Nog had been stood just moments before. The big First Mate couldn’t believe his luck as he narrowly avoided getting pounded again and again.





Whalebelly and a few deck hands charged into the Bretonnian Chapel but the Hold Rats upstairs were not being budged. Crossbow bolts started skitting off the ruins around them but the Skaven kept their heads down and held on.

“Zog this” said Deffgit “Let’s go for another drink!”

~~~

Though the Ogresuns had crew members in three of the buildings around Binnacle Yard the Rats had all four, so with one completely under their control the day was theirs.

Surreal report. The Watch and the Merry Men interposed with the orcs and the skaven. I also like the fact that despite the skaven being the enemy they rarely appear in the photos. Your group must have great powers of concentration. We get distracted by side by side games let alone games on the same board!

Four players, not much room, a one hour limit (as we all have to get back to work) and a lot of off-topic chatter (mostly about Captain America!).

We were laughing for a fair amount of the allotted time and getting in each-others way for the rest.

Captain america and his rubber feet

It was a day of mixed blessings for the Watch they lost 2 games their WBR went up by 120+ , have 6 heroes 9 henchmen, no money and many wanted posters to put up and criminals to arrest.

8th October, the year ten.
Street Fight at the Merchants' Guildhouse

The Ogresuns got pin-cushioned but broke through the Merrie Men's firing-line.

^^^







"Hold fast me beauties, or ye'll have me to answer to!" growled Dredger from the rear of the lines, as the Pirate Orcs advanced in the warm mid-day sun. The new Captain's Coxswain was taking to his role of disciplinarian very well, and the Pirates were paying attention. After the first one who ignored him got a hefty punch in the ear it wasn't hard to remember. Poor Bilger Bob hadn't been able to stand up since that day... for that matter last time anyone checked he hadn't be able to sit up either. Or drink. Or breath much...

The Ogresuns ran up the narrow street towards the Guildhouse, excited that the rumours that the Outlaws had found a stash of loot must be true! They were here, just as the City Watchman had said, so it was logical that the loot would be just beyond their line. Crossbows at the ready they jumped from cover to cover, zig-zagging down the road.

Kommodore Deffgit directed the Goblins up into the Shambles, hoping they would draw the Outlaws' fire a little, while the rest of the Ogresuns advanced. Mr Whalebelly led the charge but his massive girth attracted an awful lot of attention from the green-clad bowmen and the big chap did a face-plant on the cobbles before he'd got very far.





The Outlaws formed up with practiced order and drew a bead on the nearest Pirates, who fell screaming with arrows piercing limbs. Soon the Ogresuns were pinned down behind a barricade with anyone who showed their face getting impaled.

Maid Marion drew back her bow but was distracted by a butterfly or a colourful bird or something, she loosed the arrow ineptly and it sailed off into the firmament, but it came down eventually and somehow managed to ricochet off a stone wall right into Throgg's neck. The fat Orc fell face-down onto the last arrow Marion had fired as it lay at an awkward angle between two cobblestones. The unfortunate lighthouse keeper was poked clean through the eye and killed stone dead!



Fishgutz made a run for the Sailmaker's house and got into a relatively safe position.





The Orcs tried to return fire and took down a couple of the Binnacle Yard Gang (ruffians who had deserted the City Watch after the Outlaws outsmarted them!) but the Kommodore was shot in the arm and knocked his head as he pitched sideways.





Fishgutz carefully maneuvered into position and took aim at Tuck (after the priest had sent a few arrows his way) but his aim was poor and the portly priest escaped unharmed.

The time had come, in was now or never. Dredger bawled at the Ogresuns and the ran forward, more in fear of the Coxswain than anything else.





It came as a surprise to the Outlaws to find the Orcs had slipped past them!

^^^

The Kommodore awoke to find himself in the Guildhouse surrounded by a worried and battered-looking crew.

"So much for the stash Boss" said Dredger holding a small handful of coins "I fink we wuz set up."

Deffgit squinted at the massive greenskin.

"Whassat?" he shouted.

Congratz on the win Boss! Sounds a bit hard won. What's with these Stirland Outlaws traveling to Sartosa? Criminal.