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GG 2013 Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sorry..

Golden Gobbo 2 Voting

  • Loorassh the Zoat

    Votes: 5 31.3%
  • E'Tindis Stinkindat

    Votes: 4 25.0%
  • Har Cthoor

    Votes: 11 68.8%
  • Sgt Glunterzpike

    Votes: 7 43.8%

  • Total voters
    16
  • Poll closed .

Thantsants

Member
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

I know my Giant is probably quite smelly but his name was actually E'tindis Stikindat :mrgreen:

(He really hates it when folk get his name wrong!) ;)
 

DaImp

Member
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

I am not sure I can actually pick one I prefer over the others... :/
 

Fimm McCool

Member
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

Sergeant Alphonze Gruntazpike does not appear very clearly on the Realm of Chaos Blog, is it against the rules to post a link to better photos?
 

Orlygg

Member
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

Of course not, just post what you want in here... That would probably be a better idea...
 

Thantsants

Member
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

Fair enough

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E’tindis Stikindat
Evil Giant

Stats

M WS BS S T W I A Ld Int Cl WP Pts
6 3 3 7 7 6 2 5 6 4 6 6 215

Equipment

Giant Glaive – counts as two handed weapon

Background

Long and many are the tales of horror and death that have chilled a brave Huscarl’s blood, despite the warmth of a good fire, a good mead and a willing wench. Principal among them is that of the Evil Giant, E’tindis Stikindat…

Hailing from the Giantlands of Norsca and no doubt warped by the insidious touch of chaos, the Jotnar and Ettin thankfully were a rare sight in more civilised climes. That is until the Evil Giant, E’tindis came to sate his terrible hunger among the lands of men.

Roaring out of frozen wastes, with teeth as terrible as the North Wind itself, the Giant laid waste to every stronghold and village he came to. Many warriors came to meet the monster in battle and long and loud were the lamentations of their women.

Things seemed bleak indeed and many a saga took a dolorous turn as hero after hero met his end in that black maw. Yet in this darkest hour there arose a mighty champion from the fierce tribes of the Norsemen. His name was Norov Irus, and he swore that he would slay the Giant or die trying.

Following the trail of destruction that E’tindis left in his wake, Norov soon had his quarry at bay betwixt cliff and fjord. His blade sang and he reeked bloody destruction on his dreadful foe – the Giant being sated and sluggish from the feast he had made of a nearby farmstead. And yet the Hero fell in the last, dazed by a glancing blow from the Giant’s glaive.

What came next was as horrible to tell as it was inevitable as the senseless champion met his fate in the Giant’s gaping jaws. However, Norov was to have his revenge! None knew what it was that he had carried about his person that made the Giant sicken so, but sicken the Giant did.

With a terrible gurgling and gushing of the most foul effluence the Giant near retched his life away on that bleak shore. Just as loud and long was the feasting and celebrations as E’tindis hastened back to the Giantlands and slowly faded from living memory…



Special Rules

Evil Giants cause fear in troops under 10’ tall. They may throw rocks up to 14” causing strength seven hits. Troops under 10’ tall suffer a -1 to hit penalty unless equipped with pole weapons. Evil Giants are subject to stupidity and alcoholism.

E’tindis Stikindat may make a special Skewer attack instead of usual 5 attacks. This consists of ramming his glaive into the ranks of the unit he is in close combat with. On a successful hit, roll to wound at strength 6 for the first rank, strength 5 for the second and so on until he fails to wound a rank.

The player should then make a Cl test to see whether E’tindis spends the next turn eating the victims speared on his glaive. This also forces the units who have witnessed this terrible event in a 12” radius to make a new Fear test – modify the test by -1 for each victim the Giant has skewered!
 

Chico

Member
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

Silly question, but where are the pictures of the entries? :?
 

Blue in VT

Moderator
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

Loorassh 20th Level Zoat Wizard

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Spikk cowered under the over turned wagon. Around him was a scene from a nightmare. The rest of the wood cutting team lay in tatters around their work site, pieces of equipment and bodies were scattered about. From behind him he heard the sharp sound of another blue bolt of electricity tearing one of the ladz apart. He scuttled a little further back under the wagon.

Spikk whimpered uncontrollably, terror stealing what was left of his orcish wits. They were only cutting firewood for the armies’ camp over the hill! They hadn’t harmed anyone or anything (well, today at least!) The wood cutters had been hard at work when the creature suddenly emerged from the forest. With an enormous mace in its right hand the abomination smashed anyone who was within reach; with the lightning from the red orb in its left it smote anyone who attempted to run. It was a bolt of the lightning that had flipped over the wagon Spikk had been riding. The wagon that now hid him from the view of the creature.

The tread of the beast was amazingly light considering its enormous size. As it came around the wagon Spikk was not aware that it was drawing closer until it entered his field of vision. It had a huge four legged body as large as a bull but with a torso, arms and head like orc attached to the front, but more “reptilian.” It was mostly covered with thick dull grey scales which Spikk had seen the axes of his mates fail to penetrate. The torso and head were more greenish in color but were heavily muscled. The monster’s face was surprisingly gentle looking considering the destruction it was currently inflicting on Spikk’s mates. Perhaps more disturbing than its size or obvious power, was the fact that the creature had made no noise as it went about destroying the woodcutting party. It had remained completely silent.
Now it was looking for survivors. Spikk saw it examining each of the bodies to insure it was dead. It also seemed to sample the air, its head and neck swaying from side to side as it sought its prey. Perhaps it was his stench that gave Spikk away? Whatever it was the monster’s head snapped to the right and peered under the toppled wagon looking Spikk directly in the face, its eyes glowed with massive intelligence, and flared with massive fury.

It turned and approached the wagon.

Spikk wanted to run but his legs wouldn’t respond, though his bladder did. He was frozen in fear. With casual ease the beast grabbed the edge of the wagon and flipped it up and off of the cowering orc sending it crashing off behind him and leaving him curled in a ball on the bare ground. The reptilian centaur gazed at him for a moment, examining him. Spikk felt as if the monster was looking straight through him at his black shriveled soul. Not knowing what else, but knowing he must break that awful gaze, the orc gulped some air and managed croak:

“Wwwwot da ‘eeell are you? Wwwwho da ‘eeeell are you?”

The creature was roused from its revelry by the orcs words. The orb in it left hand glowed and crackled with energy, it raised the mace in its right hand high, and the same time it lifted its right leg off the ground, the enormous “foot” casting a dark shadow over the whimpering orc. Still it uttered no sound, but as the foot descended on him an enormous rage filled voice exploded inside the orcs head.

I AM THE LOORASSH! I SPEAK FOR THE TREES!


Stat Line:
M WS BS S T W I A Ld Int Cl WP Pts
7 7 4 5 6 6 7 2 10+2 10+3 10+2 10+3 335

Equipment:
Loorassh carries only his large mace as a weapon (treat as a hand weapon) though he can choose to wield it with both hands if he feels he needs the S bonus. The orb that Loorash carries was a gift from a woodelf mage, and though the item itself does not contain magic, it acts as a focal point for the Zoat’s own massive magical powers. The Zoat wears no armor.
 

DaImp

Member
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

We need more than just the one image to decide on the entry. I can't see the details and a couple of the entries and want to see them from different angles too.
 

Chico

Member
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

Arhh thanks for the link, don'y know how i could have missed where they were posted.

I'll end with this ''Drool drool drool''
 

Blue in VT

Moderator
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

demi_morgana":3dhxrxcy said:
And since on the blog there was only one shot posted - here are all I managed to take :)

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I hope you don't mind me posting this in here so its all in one place.

Blue
 

Pil

Member
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

Well, I cast my votes. Fantastic entries each and every one of them! Well done! 8)
 

phreedh

Member
Re: Tumbleweed no more... Poll has arrived... finally... sor

Congrats Demi, I think? I'm not sure which entry was which. :?
 
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