Warhammer Fantasy roleplay, we're all chaos-sided. There's a Slaaneshi Ogre, a Skaven Grey Seer, a Goblin, and myself, a Khornate Beastman, leader of a tiny warband.
>Start out in a big feast hall in Norsca
>Slaaneshi ogre is eating everything around him
>get out so he doesn't eat me
>Head over to fighting pits to find something to kill
>Jump in against a slaved orc
>Wreck his shit faster than Leoncouer against a gobbo
>Leap out, half my shit is missing
>Stolen while I was fighting
>The Skaven points me towards some ogres and gnoblars and scurries off pretty fast
>Right, time to fuck this up
>Storm over and bray loudly as I can't speak Norscan
>Eventually challenge them to a fight for my belongings
>Get into fighting pit
>Ogre has double my health, better armour
>Leap up and slam my thumbs into his eye sockets
>Ogre now blind
>End up in prolonged fight, both of us on low health
>He gets a lucky hit in and knocks me out before wandering off
>Wake up naked on a corpsepile
>Go to find my shit
>Another ogre is not eating the previous ogre with my gear in the background
>Nope.avi
>Wander off to find my warband
>Find them
>Thrakk, another Gor, has now declared himself in charge
>Submit as I have 1HP
>He wants something to fight so I find him a black orc
>He smashes it easily
>He wants something to eat
>I point towards the ogre eating the other ogre
>After a short heated argument, the ogre snaps Thrakk's spine and dumps him in the cooking pot
>Another Gor, Northorr, now declares himself chief
>Jesus christ I can't get a break
>We go into the feast hall
>He gets brought mounds of meat whilst I get nothing
>Fuck this, if I die I'm dying in style
>Upend the table on Northorr
>Pass the roll so it stuns him
>Pick up his axe and remove his leg at the knee
>Stand on top of the table, bend down
>Rip his throat out with a hand
>Make eye contact with more beastmen across the hall
>http://t1.livememe.com/c5m7n_4.jpg
There will be more. Brasshorn will survive.