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| Tourney fluff for Daemons; Silly fluff for a tournament that's just a thinly veiled excuse for a boozy weekend | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 11 Jun 2010, 03:49 AM (466 Views) | |
| Raellos | 11 Jun 2010, 03:49 AM Post #1 |
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My friend has asked me to write his Daemons fluff for him for Terracon, the biggest tournament in South Australia which has managed to attain that position despite being held in a regional centre of ~5000 people, four hours away from Adelaide, the state's capital city. His army is called The Zubon Incursion, because Japanese was the first language that 'trousers' sounded vaguely chaotic in. Our team for a triples tournament our club has inherited was called Team Well Hardcore Trousers The Ones with all the Pockets and S *** after the Armstrong and Miller RAF airman sketch. The tournament's atmosphere is less than serious (it does tend to get a bit boozy after hours) and so the fluff is quite silly. The first option is one written by my 3 year old second cousin (or once removed can never remember how they go). I was hoping it would get a bit more crazy than this, but biscuits. Poo biscuits is a crack up. The Zubon Incursion: Can a three year old write better fluff than Ryan? One day there was a monster called Geoffrey. He walked along. The monster smells like poo. There was some purple men. The men smell like biscuits. Poo biscuits. A purple man called Benny choked the monster. The monster smacked him. The monster said “maablalboo” I will try and get a bit more out of him today. The other features Inquisitor Duran Duran Ghali, and in which every character will hopefully end up communicating through Duran Duran lyrics. Will end up being about an A4 page long in size 12 TNR. The Zubon Incursion: Pants into the Fire Pt. 1 The Union of the Snake had brought Inquisitor Duran Duran Ghali to the rotting hive world of Zubon. After following leads on a dozen worlds across the subsector he had tracked the violent and dangerous cult to their source. Now he strode towards the PDF forward command post, heavily armoured, his entourage in tow. The Inquisitor had landed on Zubon on a rainy Thursday. Warp disturbances had delayed the arrival of his inter-system carrack, but by how long he could not know. It appeared that he was already late, landing control was on edge. There were a few tense minutes when they were trailed by a squadron of Lightnings while his Inquisitorial clearance was cross-checked. When they landed a local Enforcer armoured escort was waiting by the shuttle bay at the city's starport. “You got sirens for a welcome” Alexia, his clichéd sultry gunslinger offsider, had commented. A pall of smoke hung over the hab quarter, where the bottom class manufactorum workers resided, thicker than the usual haze of industrial pollution. After the Inquisitor and the escort commander, Proctor Judicius, had introduced themselves Ghali gestured over to the Hab quarter. “What happened to it all?” “The Union of the Snake is on the climb, Sir.” Edited by Raellos, 11 Jun 2010, 03:50 AM.
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| Novogord | 11 Jun 2010, 05:21 AM Post #2 |
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Well, I would drop the biscuits. I think the best fluff you would get is something seen from the eyes of an imperial guard regiment fighting those daemons. You could take a trooper, reading for war because a warp storm has begun. And write about people who get mad because of the daemons. And so on and so on. |
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| Raellos | 29 Jun 2010, 04:33 AM Post #3 |
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Well, I ended up running with the Duran Duran fluff, as option 1 was a bit too short. I need to write some fluff for Team Well Hardcore Trousers (The Ones with all the Pockets and S ***) again, now that the triples tournament is looming. The Union of the Snake had brought Inquisitor Duran Duran Ghali to the rotting hive world of Zubon. After following leads on a dozen worlds across the subsector he had tracked the violent and dangerous cult to their source. Now he strode towards the PDF forward command post, heavily armoured. Alexia, his clichéd sultry gunslinger offsider, and Flammare, the thick muscled ex-guard hard man and obligatory psychic blank followed close behind. The Inquisitor arrived on a rainy Thursday. Warp disturbances had delayed the arrival of his inter-system carrack, but by how long he could not know. It appeared that he was already late, landing control was on edge. “Let me know if you're coming down to land” the vox-channel crackled. There were a few tense minutes when they were trailed by a squadron of Lightnings while his Inquisitorial clearance was cross-checked. When they landed at the spaceport servicing Lebon, the world's capital, an Arbites armoured escort was waiting by the shuttle bay at the city's starport. “You got sirens for a welcome” Alexia commented. A pall of smoke hung over the hab quarter, where the bottom class manufactorum workers resided, thicker than the usual haze of industrial pollution. After the Inquisitor and the escort commander, Proctor Judicius, had introduced themselves Ghali gestured over to the Hab quarter. “What happened to it all?” “The Union of the Snake is on the climb, Sir.” The cult been waging a bombing campaign for the last month, quickly increasing in tempo. Now here Ghali was, after weeks of groundwork, putting down cells across the city, about to order the final blow against the Union of the Snake. They had seized an obsolete pumping station, and were holed up in the city's old tunnel system. Exploratory assaults by Arbites squads were met with rockfalls or ambush, the surface bombing disguising charges set off underground. Inquisitor Ghali, Alexia and Flammare had reached the command post. Ghali liaised with Judge Auctoritas, and Captain Incapaxitas, the local PDF garrison commander. The Arbites would have to assault the compound from the surface, and Inquisitor Duran Duran Ghali would lead them. The PDF would support the attack. Ghali lead the attack on the compound. The Repressor he, his retinue and 6 Arbiters lead by Proctor Judicius were transported in broke through the Pumping station's gates, while PDF forces suppressed the few cultists manning the walls. In less than half an hour the pumping station and compound had been taken, with few Imperial casualties. Ghali, Alexia, Flammare and Judicius and his men made their way into the lower tunnels. Bodies were everywhere. “Look now, look all around, there's no sign of life” Julius whispered. It was true. They walked along, every small noise amplified in the dank tunnel. Soon they could hear chanting, coming from a large chamber ahead in the dark. “Something on my mind breaking open doors I've sealed up before, Something on my mind makes me run when I thought I've run too far, Something on my mind breaking open doors I've sealed up before, Something on my mind makes me run when I thought I've run too far.” There was little time left. The band burst into the chamber, pistols darting shotguns roaring. Inquisitor Ghali was measured with his bolt pistol, blasting apart several cultists with well aimed shots. Though taken by surprise the cultists fought back. Flammare was hit and went down with a startled yelp. “Stop killing your people now.” Lady Xanax commanded. She stepped forward into the half light of the chamber, a beautiful figure covered with patterned gold leaf and unguents. “Don't look away”. Inquisitor Ghali, Alexia and the Arbites were transfixed by Lady Xanax. Her velvet voice was beguiling, their sluggish minds hearing but not following what Xanax whispered. “How to begin do I shed a skin? Now that I am starting to remember it takes a while. But you find a way to open up the door. Let demons walk!” Flammare, badly wounded, staggered upright. Lady Xanax wondered why Flammare looked vaguely bemused. Then he lifted his flamer. “Dance into the fire!” Flammare grunted before torching Lady Xanax. Her anointed body was consumed almost instantly. The spell was broken, Xanax's black and broken frame fell to the floor. “Now she arrives, In a flaming crash. Like a falling star...” she rasped, somehow still alive. Her body was glowing with energy, lit from within. She stood up. Bright, tall and and distended, no longer human. The Daemon-thing spoke. A terrible voice of many. “Inquisitor; I'm on the hunt. I'm after you. Scent and a sound, I'm lost and I'm found. And I'm hungry like the wolf.” Her voice was replaced with a silence that screams out loud. The ground beneath the hideous Slaaneshi creature cracked and split, becoming molten. The chamber seemed to open out to the sky, becoming stark white as the Daemon's host clawed it's way onto the world. Inquisitor Duran Duran Ghali and his retinue opened fire. Ghali grimaced. “The finest hour that we'll see. We're gonna make this stand”. |
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| Dexter | 29 Jun 2010, 08:24 PM Post #4 |
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i really like that... the use of the duran duran lyrics is rather well done! |
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| Roesor | 29 Jun 2010, 11:38 PM Post #5 |
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Cool! O.o |
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| Raellos | 11 Jul 2010, 01:28 PM Post #6 |
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I noticed a few bits where was going on a path but changed tack, but didn't edit because I was doing it all in a rush. Now Jagged Alliance is coming up. We are going to do what we did last time, nids, guard, daemons; fudged together at the last minute with fluff to match. This time we will have a refined version of the stupid mad scientist with a The guard will be Doktor von Zimmelhof's mercenary bodyguard. I though that maybe having a core shared fluff, with a short individualised quote and a paragraph of flavour text at the top of each army list would be a good idea. Being lazy, after making a quote for the mercenaries I took to pop culture to provide a name; I'm worried that my fluff will end up being rather A-team as a result: Imperial Guard army list flavour text “The boss is nuts, but the pay's good!” Colonel Janus "Hannibal" Smitae Alpha Company are a group of mercenaries hired by Doktor Von Zimmelhoff to guard his research station, and his person on field studies. Once veterans of an infamous special operations regiment, the company were mistakenly declared Excommunicate Traitoris when they found their Corps headquarters butchered after returning from destroying a Nurglite cult. Hard-bitten, wise-cracking and resourceful to a man, the Alpha Company now survive as soldiers of fortune across the Eastern Fringe, always staying one step ahead of the Inquisition. |
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| Raellos | 23 Sep 2010, 05:49 AM Post #7 |
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The tournament is coming up in a couple of weeks, still haven't done the main group fluff yet as I haven't struck upon a suitable novelty theme. Here's the updated guard flavour text. Alpha Company are a group of mercenaries hired by Doktor Von Zimmelhoff to guard his research station, and his person on field studies. Once veterans of an infamous special operations regiment, the company were mistakenly declared Excommunicate Traitoris when they found their Corps headquarters butchered after having returned from destroying a Nurglite cult. Hard-bitten, wise-cracking and resourceful to a man, the Alpha Company now survive as soldiers of fortune across the Eastern Fringe, always staying one step ahead of the Inquisition. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire the Alpha Company. Here's the tyranid fluff: Once a scouting tendril of Leviathan, Hive Fleet Crapula was driven eastwards by a Naval intervention at Bakka. The splinter fleet, in it's flight, appeared to haphazardly bounce towards the galactic north-east; inspiring an Adeptus Mechanicus Xenobiologist to give the minor fleet it's somewhat unfortunate designation. Crapula gained strength with assaults on outlying, high biomass worlds before tracking and subsuming a small but powerful Behemoth splinter fleet. After tearing arse across the Eastern Fringe Crapula was snared by Doktor Von Zimmelhoff's Tyranid Contol Device. But for how long will they be forced do his bidding? Still have to do the Daemon flavour text, and find some sort of pop culture related quote (or a good line that I can attribute to a pop culture referencing character, as with the guard quote) for the nids and daemons. And the main fluff. Edited by Raellos, 23 Sep 2010, 05:52 AM.
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