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Charlie last won the day on March 2 2016

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  1. A Rookie’s reflection It was high summer now and the sun lingered on late in the evening sky. Luka remembered when he had first arrived here, at the Sun father’s training camp. He had wondered at times if the name was ironic. Back then winter had been in full force. Days had been shorter and the sky had hung heavy with lead grey clouds for weeks at a time. The sun had been conspicuous only by its absence. Luka sat now on the bank of north meadow lake, resting beneath the branches of a large oak tree. In his time at the camp Luka had learned to appreciate quiet places when he found them. He was not by nature a solitary young man but the pack had lived so close to each other for so long. He could not even be certain of the last time he had been alone with his own thoughts. The pack was the collective term for all prospective players wishing to join the ranks of the Hunters guild. Mostly young men and women looking to make a life and a name for themselves, or else hide from a past one. How any of them came to be in the pack had never mattered. Not age, not gender, not background. Once you crossed that threshold and joined the pack you were the same and you had nothing. Not even a name. You were Whelp, New blood, Pup or any other derogatory nick name that your instructor chose to spit at you. You had no individual identity and you succeeded or failed collectively. The pack had begun its time high in the mountains above the training camp. It seemed to Luka as though that first phase of tuition did not have much to do with playing Guild ball at all. Some of the other prospects had even commented to that effect when they reached the limit of their endurance. Questioning why they seemed to forever be running up hill or carrying heavy logs over the mountain only to return them the next morning. Those hopefuls had not lasted long. Nether had the ones who’s failings routinely led to collective punishment. The training was hard enough without extra thrashings encored because a pack member had failed to demonstrate basic skills or sufficient effort. As such the pack policed its self. It was a cruel, almost barbaric way to live, but then nature often is cruel. There is little sympathy in the wild for those that are not strong enough or don’t contribute. It was a hard time, both physically and mentally. Many of the packs members failed or quit. Some were told to leave. Others were forced out as a result of the injuries they sustained. One by one people fell by the way side. The sun was starting to get low in the sky as Luka’s mind continued to wander back over the past six months. Luka found he was looking into his own reflection on the lake. He had never been given over to prolonged study of his appearance much less vanity. Yet as his eyes lingered on the watery image they could not help but observe how the face gazing back had changed. For one thing he looked leaner now. Jaw and cheek bones that had once been rounded with a kind of youthful softness now looked hard and angular. Indeed, with its curved nose and keen eyes his face now had an almost hawk like quality about it. His hair was the same dark mess but now he carried a jagged scar on his left cheek. A permanent reminder from a lesson in concealing traps. Not all the changes were purely physical. There was about him now a kind of intensity. A serious cast to his expression that said he no longer had time for the cocky immature boy he had been last winter. Still, without those changes he would never have come down out of the mountains to train in the camp proper. Those next months had been a stark contrast to the packs time in the mountains. Their instructors seemed no less hard or demanding but now they offered explanations to tasks, learned names and imparted advice gained over years spent stalking pry in the wild. They also began to measure the individuals rather than the collective. Guild ball had finally become the centre of Luka’s world. In the mountains he only needed to think about surviving each day. Now each day had come with a flood of new information and skills to be learned. He began to see the game as never before. Where once there had been twelve players franticly chasing a ball now there were formations with clinically precise spacing. Strategy began to unfold in his mind and Luka found he could see where the ball would be rather than chasing where it had just been. Reading the intention off other players became just as important as the ball. Once he had assumed the first man to the ball was the best player. Now he could see that sometimes the first man to the ball was just the most gullible being lured into harm’s way. It was his reading of the game that had helped Luka keep his place in the pack when others continued to be sent away. He had watched stronger men give up, more cunning players be cut because they couldn’t put the team first and of course injury reminded them all it was no respecter of a rookies potential. Six months had seen forty something hopefuls reduced to five rookie players. Winter had fled before the onset of summer as the mystic cycle of the spirits had continued to turn. Somewhere out on the lake a fish disturbed the water and Lukas reflection rippled out of focus. He turned his eyes to the setting sun and offered a silent prayer to the spirits. When the sun came up tomorrow Luka would join the first team.
  2. Forum challenge - A Rookie’s reflection

    On the bright side I guess having too much and cutting back is better than wrighters block
  3. Forum challenge - A Rookie’s reflection

    Thanks for looking over it. I definitely agree the end rushes up quickly and probably more so than intended. As I think everyone has found 1000 words runs out fast. I like the idea of coming back to the reflection to end. Definitely something I will have a look at.
  4. Hunters have too many 2" melee zones

    I do think that if the low access to 2" melee is because we have range offence instead then Theron should have been given mommentus inspiration to bring him in line with the other range support captains
  5. Masons!

    Don't know if I would drop the bear. Still probably our best damage dealer. I would have a plan to get to v. Harmony if they run her. She is way too good at undoing our set up play. Possibly Jeacar or Minx to get round the sides to threaten her. Captain's wise I prefer Theron to slow down and disrupt their attacks especially if they are running Hammer. Additionally I would give some thought to Zarola..... Yes I know I said Zarola. With Throne slowing them down she can help you totally dictate when the engagement happens by out ranging everyone.
  6. As above. Additionally it is a very useful tactic if you are against a team that is relying on 3 goals to win but has little real damage output in melee. Effectively hiding the ball behind your combat players so they have to come to you in a fight they don't really want. Ultimately range is key. If he can't reach the ball he can't use it and you have the upper hand
  7. GB events london

    I think mid Kent guild ball association my still have couple of spaces left for a Madstone event in September https://m.facebook.com/events/1052870144845310?acontext={"ref"%3A"3"%2C"action_history"%3A"null"}&aref=3&ref=bookmarks
  8. How many Strikers is too many?

    That kind of works if you have the kind of fire and forget, one use = one goal line up that Fish or Alchemists can bring. Don't think we have the tech......... Except Hern 1 but then you need Theron
  9. How many Strikers is too many?

    I think a lot depends on how you intend to get the ball back? Just access to low T results isn't enough on its own. You need a plan for the team that walls up around a high Def ball carrier. Engineers for example. VHern alone is not going to cause enough disruption imo. If you think you can get Jaecar and Ulfr round the sides to steal the ball back then it might be worth a try. Thing to keep in mind is the teams that play for 3 goals normally have more tech for getting the ball back after that turn one goal
  10. A Rookie’s reflection The long summer afternoon finally turned to dusk as Luka made his way across the high meadow, to a small cops that overlooked the training ground. Once among the trees he slumped down at the base of an old oak and sat for a time in its dappled shade. He was not by nature a solitary young man but it had occurred to him that it was now weeks since he had last spent any time alone and perhaps this evening warranted some consideration. As Luka stared into space allowing his mind to wander without direction, his eyes came to rest on a small pool of water close to where he sat. The pool was formed by large roots pushing above the ground creating a natural hollow. The water was dark and still and Luka found he was looking into his own reflection. He had never been given over to prolonged study of his appearance much less vanity. Yet as his eyes lingered on the watery image they could not help but observe how the face gazing back had changed in the last six months. For one thing he looked leaner now. Jaw and cheek bones that had once been rounded with a kind of youthful softness now looked hard and angular. Indeed, with its curved nose and keen eyes his face now had an almost hawk like quality about it. His hair was the same dark mess but now he carried a jagged scare on his left cheek. Evidence of a lesson learned the hard way when training. Not all the changes were purely physical. There was about him now a kind of intensity. A serious cast to his expression that said he no longer had time for the cocky immature boy he had been last winter. Last winter, it seemed a life time ago. He had first trudged through falling snow into the mountain foothills in search of the Sun God’s training camp. The days had been shorter then and much of his early instruction was conducted at night or under cover of thick, lead grey clouds. The irony had not been lost on him. Despite the camps name, the sun had been conspectus by its absence. When they eventually arrived Luka and the other hopefuls had been placed into “the pack”. The pack was the collective term for all prospective players wishing to join the ranks of the Hunters guild. Mostly young men and women looking to make a life and a name for themselves, or else hide from a past one. How any of them came to be in the pack didn’t matter. Not age, not gender, not background. Once you crossed that threshold and joined the pack you were the same and you had nothing. Not even a name. You were Whelp, New blood, Pup or any other derogatory nick name that your instructor chose to spit at you. You had no individual identity and you succeeded or failed collectively. It seemed to Luka that this first phase of tuition did not have much to do with playing Guild ball at all. Some of the other prospects had even commented to that effect when they reached the limit of their endurance. Questioning why they seemed to forever be running up hill or carrying heavy logs over the mountain only to return them the next morning. Those hopefuls had not lasted long. Nether had the ones who’s failings routinely led to collective punishment. The pack policed its self. The training was hard enough without extra thrashings encored because a pack member had failed to demonstrate basic skills or sufficient effort. It was a cruel, almost barbaric way to live, but then nature is often cruel. There is little sympathy in the wild for those that are not strong enough or don’t contribute. It was a hard time, both physically and mentally. Many of the packs members failed or quit. Some were told to leave. Others were forced out as a result of the injuries they sustained. One by one people fell by the way side. One day they had been there and part of your team the next they were gone and dead to you. Of the forty or so hopefuls that had made up the pack on day one only fifteen had come down out of the mountains to continue training in the foothills as the days finally began to lengthen. Those next months had been a stark contrast to the packs time in the mountains. Their instructors seemed no less hard or demanding but now they offered explanations to tasks, learned names and imparted advice gained over years spent stalking pry in the wild. They also began to measure the individuals rather than the collective. Guild ball had suddenly become the centre of Luka’s world. In the mountains he only needed to think about surviving each day. Now each day came with a flood of new information and skills to be learned. He began to see the game as never before. Where once there had been twelve players franticly chasing a ball now there were formations with clinically precise spacing. Strategy began to unfold in his mind and Luka found he could see where the ball would be rather than watching where it had once been. Reading the intention off other players became just as important as the ball. Once he had assumed the first man to the ball was the best player. Now he could see that sometimes the first man to the ball was just the most gullible being lured into harm’s way. Training reached its climax for the pack. Fifteen had become eleven. Eleven became nine. Nine had dwindled to five. No longer a pack but five rookies. Rookies who had grown strong, resilient and cunning. Who understood how to put the team first and how to play the game as part of that team. Tomorrow the mystic cycle would turn again. Tomorrow Luka would become a Hunter.
  11. Midas, the Shining Terror

    There is more than one way to skin most problems I agree. But you are suggesting a solution that doesn't involve Theron and I'm a traditionalist
  12. Midas, the Shining Terror

    Will do. Obulous hates it as well. I got that move from Greg
  13. Midas, the Shining Terror

    Secret tech
  14. Midas, the Shining Terror

    Have you tried running Zarola against him? Most players will not hold Midas activation to late as he gets a lot done. After he has moved use midnight offering to put a combat capable player into base contact. Either he use up UM or you start an activation with him engaged and still have your move should he dodge away
  15. New Hunters Player Advice - which six to use?

    Before you bench oHern it's worth considering that if you control the ball his goal threat is massive and difficult to stop due to the fact he is placed not moved. Additionally as Chris pointed to earlier shingled out is awesome and his first result. +2 dice brigs every one else alive in combat. It's also worth noting that the extra blessing is useful. Blessings and furious charge are where Hunters make up for the shortfall in inf. The more options for one or the other you have the more chance of using one. It's not about the perfect storm of effective 20inf is about reliable use of 2 extra every turn.
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