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“Shadows over Salzenbrëcht”

In Mordheim 2011 on March 1, 2011 at 1:03 pm

Warbands involved

Three!

No Ogres!

Roll to see which one. Those who’re not chosen take part in the second, parallel scenario “What’s cooking?”

Special rules:

GAME OF DEATH

If the Undead warband is playing, they slaughtered the roadhouse. If so, their vampire lord doesn’t enter the game until round 5, due to the sun still setting. He bursts through the wet earth of the courtyard when he enters play. Place him anywhere within the walls. Not inside any buildings.

DEPLOYMENT

Attacker is 8″ away from table age, roll to decide which is used to set up on, this will also be the one that the defender needs to escape too.

Defender needs to be located inside the roadhouse. If the Undead aren’t playing then the roadhouse is empty, except for some straggling zombies.

The third warband will then enter 3 rounds after the first, it may choose to deploy on any table edge, though the third Warband uses the Wild Card rule.

Attacker goes first.

WILD CARD

The warband designated as a Wild Card is given a dirty chance to grab some quick xp, or just throw some shit in someones fan. Later in the campaign warband animosity and alliance may designate who arrives into a specific scenario (if any) as a Wild Card warband. The set-up of the Wild Card warband will vary from scenario to scenario, though they will usually be drastically reduced in fighting strength, representing a scouting party, or a night watch of sorts.

The Wild Card warband for “Shadows over Salzenbrëcht” must field one Youngblood (or equivalent) and 1-5 henchmen. no more than six models, and no other heroes!

CHEST FULL OF….

The character who carries the chest can only move at his normal speed. If he has help from another warband member, they may move at running speed. Characters may climb, fight and hide as normal when carrying the chest.

DUSK TILL DAWN

The sun hasn’t set yet, so the Vampire remains buried, sleeping in undeath beneath the wary feet of his foes. He will appear in round 5 and may act as normal from then on.

DESCRIPTION

Salzenbrëcht is a recently sacked roadhouse leading to Mordheim. Half-a-day earlier, a migrating band of ghouls attacked and murdered the establishments guests and residents. Gorging themselves upon the flesh of their hapless victims, most have left their morbid feast to seek refuge from the hated sun. With distended bellies bloated and sagging, they crawl, slouch and stagger into the welcoming darkness of the forest surrounding their eventual, inscrutable goal – the dread city of Mordheim and their ever-patient master.

The once-sturdy stockade that protected Salzenbrëcht hasn’t suffered much from the attack. The only tell-tale sign that something untowards has happened with the roadhouse is the steady pillar of black smoke rising from the main building. The gate is closed, but as you draw closer you notice claw marks covering the entire structure, as if a pack of wild beasts had scaled its entire surface.

You may scale the walls, gate, or spend 6 rounds hacking the gate.

down (rounds decrease by 1 for each warband member who helps.) The gate may be opened normally from the inside.

The courtyard is trampled, and patches of soggy gore dot the grass.

The main building is a smoldering ruin. A d6 half-eaten bodies block its entrance. These will automatically rise as zombies as the gates are broken down. If one chooses to scale the “3 of walls, the zombies won’t stir until someone goes within their initiative range.

There’s a treasure chest filled with standard equipment within the smoldering ruins. When the chest is found d3 ghouls will appear outside the courtyard, driven back to their feasting ground by the scent of fresh meat. If the Undead are playing, the dregs will have found the chest and begin play with one of them standing on its token.

The second warband will want to stop the first (or third) from leaving with the loot. They can share, but where’s the fun in that?

VICTORY CONDITIONS

Model with the chest needs to make it to safety to end the game.

Or

All opposing warbands are defeated.

The chest:

5 randomly generated COMMON items.

1 Mordheim map!!!

4d6 gold coins

exploration roll is allowed! Use “Empire in Flames”

Experience:

+1xp to all heroes or henchmen bands that survive the encounter

+1 xp to leader of winning warband

+1 xp to any hero who puts an enemy out of action

+1 xp to any group or hero who manages to carry the chest to safety

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WHAT’S COOKING…?”

In Mordheim 2011 on March 1, 2011 at 1:00 pm

WHAT’S COOKING…?”

A couple of Warbands are travelling the muddy roads towards Mordheim. They settle down for a quick snack before the scent of delicious cooking reaches their curious noses. Following the fabulous fragrance leads the parties into a deep, dark forest. The woods are eerily quiet, but as they move on inwards the scent keeps growing stronger.

The forest makes way to small bushy hills, unevenly scattered amongst a boggy wetland. Soon they come within earshot of loud, guttural bellowing. A band of ogres have gathered upon one of the small barrows, surrounded by a knee-high watery bog, they’ve been making a mighty mess, and seem rather oblivious to their surroundings.

A bunch of Gnoblars are scampering around with plates full of steaming meat, actively prostrating themselves in front of their Ogre masters in hope of receiving a regurgitated morsel or an affectionate pat on the head.

There seems to be a large amount of loot and food scattered amongst the Ogre’s, most of it being food, arms and armour. Amongst all this stands a big cage holding a terrified halfling, abject horror of witnessing an Ogre’s gluttonous feast revealed within his thousand-yard stare.

Players:

THREE!

TERRAIN

Each player takes turns in placing terrain. A central hill is needed in the middle of the board, and treat the 5″ around the hill as water.  Ruins, shrubbery and small trees can all be placed around the area. The Ogres set up half their force first, then all the players roll a d6 to see who deploys within 8″ on a chosen table edge. The third Warband sets up 8″ on the opposite table edge, the Ogre player places the rest of his Warband wherever he wants on the table, but it has to be at least 14″ away from the enemy, and out of sight.

TURNS

D6 determines who goes first

Special rules

BACK TO THE MUD

All ground except the hill is soggy, muddy and wet. If fighting 5″ near the hill (within the river) and a character with light or no armour is stunned, he must take a initiative test or be taken out of action. If a character is wearing heavy armour and is stunned, treat the roll as taken out of action.

HOLD THE HILL!

The game lasts for a maximum of 8 rounds, the objective being to hold the hill and drive the other warbands off. The warband who has a model on the hill at the end of the game wins the game. If contending models occupy the hill at the end of the game, there game is a draw and the leaders don’t get any “winning leader xp”

If two of the three Warbands choose to voluntary rout, the third automatically becomes the victor.

+1 xp to heroes or henchmen groups that survive the encounter.

+1 xp to the winning leader

+1 xp to heroes who take an enemy out of action

The warband that wins the scenario receives a Halfling scout to add to his warband (FREE OF CHARGE!) This goes for the Ogres as well, seeing as Ogres don’t actually eat Halflings due to their

amazing cooking abilities. The whole cage incident was just to keep him safe from the strangling hands of the Gnoblars, who are very jealous of all the attention doted upon the newcomer.

If the game was a draw, that’s to say that there were models belonging to other warbands occupying the hill at the end of the game the halfling will have escaped during the fight.

Gassy babies bicycle club.

In Mordheim 2011 on March 1, 2011 at 12:58 pm

Due to popular interest, I have revived my anus (blog) to be used as a crack ridden cyber-tavern for all pursuits revolving around our infantile man-child-esque hobby of  MORDHEIM. Please add all retarded deviation concerning our interest in plastic (and tin) figurines here.

Away from the prying eyes of the superior race (facebook) we can finally be free.  Let us hide like rats.

As the scurrying nerds we are.

Forever Alone

In Mordheim 2011 on March 1, 2011 at 12:56 pm

” The snow which has blanketed the land within its chill cape is slowly retreating. The heralds of spring rush through the Old World, awaking the slumbering beasts with their chirping cacophony. The trees rustle and stretch their mighty branches as they shake off the seasonal spell Old man Winter so loves to cast.  Springs and becks start their spluttering songs, perhaps some will be roaring rivers come the annual flood.  The doe casts a wistful look back at the refreshing brook which recently quenched its thirst before  bounding away into the underbrush, never to be seen again. Not by Magnar’s eyes at least. He knew it. Fucking Doe.

He lowered his crossbow and… “Shit” he exclaimed dumbly as he almost slipped due to a misplaced foot into a pile of steaming poo. Steadying himself with a sturdy punch to a nearby tree he wrinkled his nose as the scent of shit wafted uninvitingly into his hairy shnoz. He spat a gob of brownish goop, unwound his weapon and slung it on his back as he started a grumpy retreat back to camp. He didn’t understand why they had to send him to do this cack-work. Hunting. He stuck his tongue between his teeth and made a loud rsssping sound, smiling inwardly at this petty act of defiance. If the longbeards forced him to go and hunt just because they were too wrinkled, fat and lazy not to do it themselves, he was sure as buggery not coming back with anything. Hiding behind so-called “seniority” pha! Cockery. He wasn’t made for frolicking around the forest like some other flowery, prancing elfkin. He was a Dwarf, and Dwarf’s don’t prance. Neither do they hunt. Nor do they moan. Moan? Magnar turned around, his small eyes darting like those of a startled piglet. Had he heard something? He could only see underbrush and trees, the sight of which made his temporary suspicion give way to annoyance. Probably just the doe having a laugh, anyway. Fucker. He squinted his eyes, like he’d seen the scouts do to block out the sun,  but that only served to limit his already limited vision. How did anyone expect him to see something, let alone shoot anything in this damn poxy woodland. He knew they were all laughing at his back, even that fat fop Gemme, with his pudgy fingers and ridiculous whale-skin boots. Bastards. He turned on his heels and waggled on awkwardly through the woods, hissing curses and spitting phlegm with every other step. ”