Hive warfare.

The member 'Ortus' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd20' : 18

*I swing my left arm up to meet his knife arm and fire into his chest having stopped what I'm doing*

OOC:
Top = block
Bottom = shoot

Mincemeat cracks the baton into the brutes face, it's jaw breaking as it falls back in agony.
He laughs at this. "Your in no position to give orders"

"I, for one, say we grab the wounded and escape for now."

"That is a great idea, though there are large amounts of mutants in the way"

"Then we either fight and die or surrender."

"I'm not surrendering, there are fates worse than death and surrendering to mutants leads to quite a few of them"

Ooc. Dat strategy...
Send the council bishop to talk to himself.
It worked! He managed to convince himself what a pious ruler his liege is! (+30 to relations)

OOC: wait...what?

A guy im watching had a bishop in his council that hated him. So he sent him to his own place to talk to the local bishop(himself) and it worked so now he likes him

OOC: okay...hahaha

Ooc why was I doomed to be here
They are all chavs
Damn new years party

Ooc. Folliw my example. I just dont give a damn and go to sleep as usual...

Ooc don't have a choice, round my feckin immature cousins with his immature friends...

Ooc: I full on noped, then Skype called some friends in Sweden and had a Starcraft marathon

OOC: I'm in the arse end of Canada

Ooc: glorious British! In the land of men and the best county in England Yorkshire... Comment on the close relationship some people here have with sheep at your peril

I'm half welsh, I won't mention the sheep thing

*holds down hand* must... Not... Reference... Monty... Python...

It's wonderful to have a willy...

*young man walks in* "hey dad I was talkin to a Welshman today.." *old man looks up from paper* "they shag sheep!"

OOC: hahaha

That is literally what all old Yorkshire men will say if you say Wales

Right until you point out that shagging sheep used to be an English thing...

We're shifting that fast, Americans think its the scots now too

Ingenious!

Aren't we just?

"I have a plan."

You should have said:



What kind of brit are you?!

"Does it involves leaving Akira?"

OOC: "I have a plan so cunning, you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel"

"You norms are in for a real treat, you don't know it, but you live in a state of false security... Your arbites care not for us, nor for our calls of aid; and now you'll pay the price!" The beastman says with haste.
"Fall back, sons of the horn! Into the shadow!" He roars, the mutants and abhuman creatures fleeing back into the holes and spider tunnels.

".......Did he just....nope I'm not questioning it!"

Very quickly the scene of utter chaos becomes a graveyard of dead and dying. Silence is the only noise, bar the guttural moaning of some hideous things that still twitch and writhe...

*Max kneels for a few moments before standing and moving his gaze across the corpses without giving the slightest hint of care or regret. He looks down to where the squat is laying and pulls him from amongst the corpses before laying him against a wall and doing the same to the wounded*

The squat stands up on his stunted legs, his old grey beard flekked with blood.
"Daft huggers they is, attacking us with no vigour" he says under his breath as he reloads his blunderbuss.

"Even dafter for retreating when victory was at hand"

"Perhaps they know something we don't laddie"

"Maybe....he said we'll pay the price for the arbite's lack of care"
*drags the unconcious guy to a wall*

The kroot collapses to his knees, holding his wound, his hands and midriff coloured crimson.

*walks over the Kroot and crouches next to him*
"What do you need me to do?"

"Just... give me a minute" he says through agony, his breathing erratic.

"If that is your wish"
*He stands and does a quick search for loot*

OOC: So, Austria and Prussia go to war, I'm dragged in due to being in an alliance with Austria.
I capture the region of Brandenburg and this the city of Berlin.

I offer it to give it to the Austrians for 5000 pounds...they decline.
4000 pounds?...nope.
3000 pounds?...nope again!
I'll give it to you for free..sorry but no.
Well fuck you!

I offer it to the Prussians on the condition that they sign a peace treaty...nope.
I save and offer it to them for nothing in return...you'd think they'd accept, no they don't.
Now I'm getting desperate as its draining my economy to have a massive army defending it, so I give it to the Marathan Confederacy(India) they accept it, and then...AFTER I GIFT IT TO INDIA do the Prussians decide that peace is a good thing.

Ooc. That makes about as much sense as warscore criterias in crusader kings.
Well, destroyed all your armies, and your allies... Do you want to surrender?
"we might be losing but im not giving up yet!" (warscore is not 100% in my favor)
.....seriously? Fine... Guess ill have to spend another year sieging and pillaging your territories before you finally decide to listen to common sense...

Roll for luck.

*lowers her gun in shock* "erm... the fuck is going on?" *walks over to the kroot and kneels down* "You okay man? or am i gonna have to eat someone for you?"

OOC: luck roll

"You're just as confused as I"

The member 'Sir_BushWookie' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd100' : 83

OOC: I predict that Nerus will give me a........Martini-Henry rifle, or the .303 caliber 'Martini Enfield' version

These are mutants, you'll get some creds and ammo if you're lucky

OOC: it's a 19th century rifle...but yeah creds and ammo most likely