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  1. So this is my second story, not so sure on this one as it didn't come as fluid to me as the first story but i still liked the idea of the player that i got in my head and i really wanted to tell some kind of story about him. As always comments and critique are very welcome. Calculus pumped a blast of noxious fumes directly in Worm's direction. The Ratcatcher breathed in the poisonous vapour and dropped to the floor holding his stomach and making mocking groans. He rolled around for a few seconds before the amusement grew too much for him. Worm started cackling, spittle forming at the edges of his toothless mouth. When he looked up and saw the confused look on Calculus' face he burst out laughing hysterically, tears streaming down his cheeks and leaving trails in the baked on dirt. Calculus broke into a sprint, dashing towards the laughing wretch. Worm snapped back to reality almost immediately, just a small giggle remaining, he reached inside the pouch on his belt and pulled out a small balled up handkerchief tied at the top. Pulling his arm back he launched the small parcel in the Alchemist player's direction, hitting her square in the face. The handkerchief burst open with mud and other filth flying in different directions. Calculus let out a high pitched scream as her hands frantically clawed at the mess caked on her face. Worm could see the maggots writhing about in her hair and wriggling through her fingers. He chuckled to himself as Calculus dropped to her knees and started retching. Worm watched with morbid fascination as the Alchemist emptied the contents of her stomach on the floor. He started to skulk towards Calculus ready to finish the job when something exploded in front of him, the flash and bang both blinding and deafening his senses. Worm suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over him and he brought his arms up to shield his face. The parcels in his belt exploded and his unwashed clothes caught fire. Worm screeched as he dropped to the floor and started rolling around, the intense fire feeding off his foul body odour and the copious filth covering his body. The Ratcatcher was screaming at the top of his lungs before the pain and heat grew too much. The world around him grew dim and black and Worm could vaguely see the Physicians approaching as he finally blacked out. Worm awoke in a hard, stiff bed. It reminded him of his own little den in the sewers. He became aware of two figures sat beside his bed, Skritch and Skratch the twin strikers for the Ratcatcher team. "What happened?" Worm asked with a hoarse voice, his hand coming up to caress his own throat. "Took a blast in the face from that bastard Mercury mate" said Skritch "Was hilarious watching you roll around like that" Skratch continued "Sawbones fixed you up good though" Skritch said "Can't do anything bout the scars though mate" Worm pulled the covers aside and looked at his frail body, covered in wrinkly pale scar tissue from head to toe, but worse than that he was clean, not a bit of filth covered his body at all. "Worm doesn't like this. Worm needs dirt" "Sawbones say you'll have to stay for a few days. Pretty poor showing for your first game though mate" Skratch replied "next game isn't until next week anyway" "Worm tried" the bed ridden Ratcatcher replied looking sad "Worm so sorry. Worm try harder next game" "Better had mate, guv's not happy with you" Skritch replied, Worm looked up at him as tears started to build up in his eyes. "Got that Calculus woman good though" Skratch said "Deffo did that mate, got her real good! Right in the bloody face!" "Loved watching that bitch spit up her lunch! Serves her right." Skratch said whilst laughing. Worm cheered up slightly at that, a smile coming to his face. He started doing a mocking impression of Calculus brushing the maggots and dirt out of her hair. Skritch started laughing too and pretty soon all three Ratcatchers were howling with laughter. The match was going well for the Ratcatchers. They were up one goal to nothing against the Farmers, and Skulk had already knocked Bushel out, taking her out of the game for the time being. The ball was in Skritch's possession and the farmers were in disarray, their players spread wide over the pitch clearly out of formation. Skritch kicked the ball in Worm's direction, Worm brought it down controlling it using the skills taught to him by the twins in practice. He turned on the spot and broke out into a sprint taking in the positions of the other Ratcatchers. He spotted Skratch wide open further up field. Worm kicked the ball ahead of himself ready to make the pass. As he wound his leg back ready to give the ball a wallop something crashed into him from behind tackling his frail body to the floor. Worm squirmed and wriggled trying to break out of the grasp of the player now on top of him. He rolled himself over only to find himself face to face with the hulking dim witted Windle. The farmer pinned Worm's hands to the floor and brought his head down with force smashing his forehead into Worm's nose. Blood burst from Worm's face and the scarlet mess covered Windle's forehead. Worm panicked trying desperately to free his arms from Windle's grip. The Ratcatcher looked up into Windle's face, the Farmer's nose started to wrinkle and he started retching from the foul odour Worm exuded. Worm knew this was his chance, he wriggled his legs out from under the farmer's weight and used his feet to kick him backwards. He squirmed away, looking back to make sure Windle wasn't following him. Worm started to giggle, elated that he had managed to escape, he turned around to look for the ball and was suddenly greeted by a meaty fist that hit him square on the jaw. Worm hit the ground hard as the world grew dim and black again, he looked up to see the gruff farmer Harrow standing over him "Stay down this time wretch" Harrow spat at him before Worm finally passed out.
  2. Bass finished pulling on his shorts and tied a rough rope tight around the waist. The guild had yet to find anything really suitable for a man of his size to wear, so most of his clothes were very badly sewn leather. He picked up the shirt they had hastily thrown together for him to wear, but Bass didn't like the feel of the fabric, so he put it back down neatly on the bench in front of him. He turned and took his Patu from where it was hanging on the wall. The feel of the hardwood club felt great in his hands. He was suddenly reminded of his younger days training to be a great warrior for his tribe. This Patu had been handed to him by his father, and was covered in small intricate spirals carved into the wood. Bass suddenly felt a pang of loss, he missed his father and his tribe and he would have done anything to get back to them. That was the only reason he was here today, a one legged man named Corsair had promised to return him to his family. In return all Bass had to do was play ball for a year, literally. Bass still didn't understand the rules for the game, but Corsair had promised him he would get it in no time, a 'natural' Corsair had called him. Bass sighed and wrapped the leather thong on his Patu around his wrist. He tested the weight of it by giving it a swing forward and then back. He stretched his muscles by pulling both his arms in front of himself, and then he strode out of the dressing room ready to learn. Jac watched the monstrous new player emerge from the dressing room, taken aback by the sheer size of him, Jac thought he would probably make the Boar look more like a piglet. Even Kraken seemed small next to this giant. The behemoth was wearing a pair of simple leather shorts tied with a rope, and a number of necklaces of varying length. He was tattooed from head to toe, bare chested and bare footed, something Jac thought was both equal amounts of brave and stupid. Jac watched Shark walk over to the big fellow and start explaining something in a language Jac didn't fully understand, the giant nodded his head to show his understanding, and then walked over to stand by the goal post. Everyone had stopped their practice to watch the new rookie in action. Even Corsair was stood by the sidelines of the training ground with his arms folded ready to see what was about to play out. Shark kicked a ball to Angel who brought it deftly under her control. Angel turned away from the goal and started dribbling the ball at speed. Jac had never seen anyone as good at control as this youngster, except maybe that show boat mason Flint. She spun around, turning quickly with the ball. She brought it through her legs off to the left side of the goal, flicked it out and hit it with power right towards the goal. Jac watched it soaring through the air curving slightly. He didn't think it fair that the rookie had to deal with one of Angel's best shots. Suddenly the big guy moved, almost faster than Jac could keep track of, and the ball changed direction flying right towards Angel. It hit her in the chest full force and knocked her to the ground. Jac looked at the giant to see him stood there with his wooden pounder gripped tightly in his left hand, expression stern and unyielding. Without warning Shark flicked a ball in the air with his right foot, bounced it off his left knee and volleyed it toward the goal post. The giant turned at the sound of the rushing ball. His left arm came up faster than Jac could ever imagine a player of his size being able to move, his club contacted the ball and it flew off to one side harmlessly out of the way. “Damn that guy is fast” Jac said as he noticed Siren appear by his side. "Sure hope he can handle himself in a scrum, big guy like that in defense could be just what we need" Siren glared back at him not saying a single word. The pair of them watched as the rest of the team took shots at the goal. The big guy stood like a stone wall in front of the goal, barely even moving, batting away the shots one by one. After thirty minutes the only player to score a goal had been Sakana, and even then he had taken his shot whilst the giant was distracted by a shot from Angel. “Excuse me a minute will you dear” Jac said to Siren as he started to jog towards to the goal. He began to pick up speed, dialling his jog up to a sprint, as he neared the goal and his target he lowered his shoulder with the intention to barge through the new guy and knock him to the floor. The giant turned just in time for Jac to catch him square in the midriff with his lowered shoulder. He flew backwards, carried by Jac's forward momentum, until he hit the goal post hard. The wooden post adorned with many different trinkets and talismans snapped in half, splinters of wood flying in every direction. Jac had pulled up slightly short of the post, leaving the rest to momentum. He watched as the behemoth hit the floor sending up a cloud of dust and dirt. Jac walked over to the knocked down player and offered his hand to help the fallen giant up. The monstrous player clapped him arm around Jac's and pulled his way up. "Still got a lot to learn, but welcome to the team" Jac said jovially between laboured breaths. "Thank you" replied the big guy "My name is Bass"
  3. Scholar's Guild Summer Challenge

    There's nothing wrong with us putting two pieces up as long as we decide which one goes in the folder right?
  4. Cheers guys! Knowing that one of the major pieces of feedback is just learning a character makes me feel pretty good about it, I mean I can always replace Siren with any other player that would be more likely to make conversation. With regards to the fact that he doesn't seem to be bad at anything, I wanted to emphasise that he can only really do what comes naturally, and he wouldn't be any good in a full game. With 1000 words I tried to put this across in the the little bit where I explained he didn't fully understand the game at the moment. Incidentally to to help me understand what he would be like as a player I created a mock up of his rules. If anyone is interested I'd be happy to post them 😆
  5. Forum Challenge - Dust: The Mad Miner

    Hahaha I had to cut mine down from 1076 words so I wouldn't worry. I like your story, I must admit the Miner's guild were actually going to feature in my other short story I was going to write so I may have to rethink this now!
  6. Please see new post at the bottom for new revised version Taking point from Siberys, i've got ideas for two different players and i still don't know which one to go with for the competition. I'm going to put both stories up for comments and critique and then choose and refine the one i want just before the competition ends. This story is about Bass, a new Fisherman player recruited by Corsair. Bass finished pulling on his shorts and tied a rough rope tight around the waist. The guild had yet to find anything really suitable for a man of his size to wear, so most of his clothes were very badly sewn leather. He picked up the shirt they had hastily thrown together for him to wear, but Bass didn't like the feel of the fabric, so he put it back down neatly on the bench in front of him. He turned and took his Patu from where it was hanging on the wall. The feel of the hardwood club felt great in his hands. He was suddenly reminded of his younger days training to be a great warrior for his tribe. This Patu had been handed to him by his father, and was covered in small intricate spirals carved into the wood. Bass suddenly felt a pang of loss, he missed his father and his tribe and he would have done anything to get back to them. That was the only reason he was here today, a one legged man named Corsair had promised to return him to his family. In return all Bass had to do was play ball for a year, literally. Bass still didn't understand the rules for the game, but Corsair had promised him he would get it in no time, a 'natural' Corsair had called him. Bass sighed and wrapped the leather thong on his Patu around his wrist. He tested the weight of it by giving it a swing forward and then back. He stretched his muscles by pulling both his arms in front of himself, and then he strode out of the dressing room ready to learn. Jac watched the monstrous new player emerge from the dressing room, taken aback by the sheer size of him, Jac thought he would probably make the Boar look more like a piglet. Even Kraken seemed small next to this giant. The behemoth was wearing a pair of simple leather shorts tied with a rope, and a number of necklaces of varying length. He was tattooed from head to toe, bare chested and bare footed, something Jac thought was both equal amounts of brave and stupid. Jac watched Shark walk over to the big fellow and start explaining something in a language Jac didn't fully understand, the giant nodded his head to show his understanding, and then walked over to stand by the goal post. Everyone had stopped their practice to watch the new rookie in action. Even Corsair was stood by the sidelines of the training ground with his arms folded ready to see what was about to play out. Shark kicked a ball to Angel who brought it deftly under her control. Angel turned away from the goal and started dribbling the ball at speed. Jac had never seen anyone as good at control as this youngster, except maybe that show boat mason Flint. She spun around, turning quickly with the ball. She brought it through her legs off to the left side of the goal, flicked it out and hit it with power right towards the goal. Jac watched it soaring through the air curving slightly. He didn't think it fair that the rookie had to deal with one of Angel's best shots. Suddenly the big guy moved, almost faster than Jac could keep track of, and the ball changed direction flying right towards Angel. It hit her in the chest full force and knocked her to the ground. Jac looked at the giant to see him stood there with his wooden pounder gripped tightly in his left hand, expression stern and unyielding. Without warning Shark flicked a ball in the air with his right foot, bounced it off his left knee and volleyed it toward the goal post. The giant turned at the sound of the rushing ball. His left arm came up faster than Jac could ever imagine a player of his size being able to move, his club contacted the ball and it flew off to one side harmlessly out of the way. “Damn that guy is fast” Siren said as she appeared by the side of Jac “let's hope he's good in a scrum” “Anyone can be taught to fight lass,” Jac replied “but reflexes like that only come naturally. This one's going to go far, mark my words” The pair of them watched as the rest of the team took shots at the goal. The big guy stood like a stone wall in front of the goal, barely even moving, batting away the shots one by one. After thirty minutes the only player to score a goal had been Sakana, and even then he had taken his shot whilst the giant was saving a shot from Angel. “Excuse me a minute will you dear” Jac said to Siren as he started to jog towards to the goal. He began to pick up speed, dialling his jog up to a sprint, as he neared the goal and his target he lowered his shoulder with the intention to barge through the new guy and knock him to the floor. Just as Jac was about to make contact with the rookie, the giant stepped lightly out of the way to Jac's left hand side. Jac felt the hands of the big guy on his back as he wrenched and spun Jac around back the way he came. Jac's feet floundered and he lost his footing and went sprawling onto the dusty floor. Everyone watching burst out laughing. The big giant hovered over Jac offering his hand, Jac clasped it and used it to pull himself up, then started dusting himself down. The rookie put his hand holding the club on his chest and held his other hand out for a handshake. “I am Bass” the giant said In a deep voice Jac took his hand and shook it whilst he smiled slightly, “I'm Jac, welcome to the team big guy”
  7. Composure Timing

    As composure affects the kick stat I would imagine it would have to be played before you even calculate the dice pool. So play the card, then work out dice pool, kick is 5, minus 3 from crowding out. It it doesn't add +2 dice, it gives you +2/+0 kick
  8. Revisiting bag of coffers

    It was changed to allocated to avoid players going over their maximum. Even though it is allocated it's not done during the maintenance phase but is done when Coin activates and uses his ability. page 19 of the rulebook "A model may be allocated additional Influence during the course of a turn, but this may not take it above its max-INF."
  9. Greede and influence

    Correct if Greede is attached during the maintenance phase he generates no Inf as for the second question in the clarifications thread it says Reattach/Detach Greede retains any influence allocated to him when Reattached and then Deatched.
  10. Markers

    Due to me forgetting about unpredictable movement a lot, I've now started putting the "dodge used" token on my Brisket to remind me and my opponent that it's still an option, and when she uses the dodge I take the token away. (This is also because of a gotcha moment against @MilitaryCoo at Vengeance that I still feel bad about)
  11. ''Twas a pleasure, thanks for the Chibu card! Made my whole weekend. Also kudos on the dedication, a whole weekend of playing games and still answering queries on the forums
  12. If Obulus has possession of the ball behind the goal line, can he use Rigor Mortis to take the enemy momentum and give it to his team? Basically is is there a difference between gain and generate?
  13. You trigger the trap as soon as you enter 1" of it and you will suffer the -2/-2 there. So so if you were 7" away and there was a trap in between and you had a 7" charge then you could not charge the model. Your movement would end on 5" instead. If if you have a 6" move and move 5" and trigger a trap then your movement would immediately end as you would not be able to advance any further.
  14. Wait, there is no precedent on a team placing a marker as previously Seduce/PM can't make them drop a marker, the ruling you linked to states that the trap becomes enemy to the player whilst they are seduced/PM. However with the new farmers there is a chance that Seduce/PM can make the player drop a trap (through a Guild Ball playbook result) it doesn't answer the question on if the marker would become friendly to the Morts/Fish and if that would then give them the bonuses.
  15. Cheers! Hopefully that's it for this ability now. We can put it to bed.