SNOTLING TEAM STORY
The one known as
Kurak the Unbending faced the blood stained doorway that lead from
his Chaos chambers into the dreaded halls beyond and smiled. The adventurers
would be coming through the door any minute now, but he was ready
for them. His pulsating runeaxe glowed blood red in his sweaty grasp
and he laughed, throwing his head back gleefully. It was then the
door opened. Signalling his armed retinue of Blunderbuss troops with
one hand, and a warband of Bull Centaurs with the other, he waited.
"On my mark!" A pair of glowing eyes appeared around the doorway.
"Fire!" The large hall was filled with the sounds of gun fire and
bow strings as arrows thudded into the archway and vanished into the
gloom beyond the open door. It was a good ten minutes before the barage
Silence. Then the shuffling of feet. Then.....croak! Bewildered,
the Chaos Dwarf Sorcerer moved forward, and swung open the door
fully. All he saw was a large bull frog sitting happily on the ground
eating bugs. There was no sign of any enemies.
Suddenly, there was a small green blur, and a cry of childish
delight. Shocked, the Chaos Dwarf reared back, but it was too late.
A large hessian bag came crashing down over his head, engulfing
his large helmet and tangling his beard. Struggling to regain his
balance, the Sorcerer took a faltering step backwards.
And slipped sideways on a small collection of marbles that had
somehow come to be there. His arms flailing, the Sorcerer toppled
to the ground, his head slamming into the flagstones.
if a bit ignomonious. I dare say you two greenskins will earn your
share of the reward yet!" It was Tirone who spoke as he pranced
into the room, stroking his fully formed black moustache in satisfaction.
Following him was the silent and thoughtful Druid, Poliamus, his
grey robes rustling silently.
a word, the Barbarian Ragnar brought his sword heavily into the
side of the prone Chaos Dwarf Sorcerer, ending his life with a muffled
cry. "Don't celebrate yet. We still have a whole room full of angry
The Chaos Dwarf
Blunderbuss' lined up their shots and began to pull the triggers.
With a cry
of shock, one of the Chaos Dwarves was yanked sideways, his arm
holding the blunderbuss pulled sharply to the right. As his weapon
swung outwards, the other's seemed to follow his misguided example.
All the blunderbusses were yanked sideways, their shots going directly
into the herd of surprised Chaos Bull Centaurs.
Hands on hips,
the Imperial Noble was almost doubled over from his mirth. "The
old Tie the Rope to the end of each Weapon and Yank Really Hard
Trick. Gets them every time!"
The two Snotlings
responsible for the prank were busy dancing, swinging each other
around by the elbow. "Dem badies not so bad. We bagged dem well
and Tirone smiled and nodded their heads. In the confusion that
followed, Rangar charged forward, and, yelling his beserk battle
cry, lashed into the Chaos Dwarves as they picked themselves off
the toad suddenly began to hiss and bubble......
Team story by Michael Brockhouse.