Legends of War: Karcharias, Creeps from the Deep

From the darkest depths of the seas, around the Northern Wastes, live the amphibious beasts which had remain hidden from the eyes of surface dwellers for thousands of years. They are humanoid in structure, with a head and tail of a shark, and thick skin covering their entire bodies. They are also armed with a set of powerful jaws with rows of dagger-like fangs. They were only known as rumors by the fishermen who dared to venture too deep into the Northern Wastes, but others would say that they only mistook them for ordinary sharks or just polar bears. However, the Karcharias were also met before, by the Stygian sailors, who had explored the Northern Wastes many centuries ago.

The Karcharias had resurfaced, revealing much about their mysterious kind to the surface. The Karcharias are hunters, and they live of it, they hunt everything; foxes, rabbits, seals, walruses, dolphins, bears, even whales. They use the skin and fur of mammals to make their clothes, the bones of whales to make their tents, which are made either near the shore, or on watery reefs. Their culture is seen as savage and bloody by others, even Trolls, for example, before battle, they tear the heart out of a creature (be it an animal they had, or a prisoner) and painting themselves with blood, to appeal to their Gods. Another one is gathering the teeth of prey which is seen worthy and then making a necklace out of it. They were even seen grinding bones and putting it in soup as a medicine.

Their primary weapon is the harpoon, which they use with great skill, however, they were also seen using knives and axes once they got up close. They never wage wars, but they rather make encounters, and they see other races as no more then prey sometimes, but they will pay their respects to great sailors, therefore, some Karcharia Tribes were known to make trade pacts with Hellspout or Stygians. They also migrate across the oceans, and are more then capable of traversing a long distance of sea in a short time span, which makes them even deadlier opponents.

Rules of War:Day and Night cycle

This is an experimental rule set for mission that we would like to get your opinion on. It can be used in conjunction with any of the standard missions.
At the beginning of the game roll on the following tables:

D3starting position of sun
1-start at night
2-start at dawn
3-start at high sun

D6 board edge
1-player 1's choice
2-player 1's board edge
3-player 1's right board edge
4-player 2's right board edge
5-player 2's board edge
6-Player 2's choice

the game is played for 7 turns or until the sun goes from twilight to night(whichever comes last). At the beginning of every turn roll a D6. If the roll is 4 or greater then advance the sun's status by one(from dark to dawn, from dawn to high sun, from high sun to twilight, and from twilight to night)

Dark/Night-there is no light out. units can only see 3D6" and must roll at the beginning of every turn.
Dawn-the sun is directly on the board edge it starts at. any unit trying to shoot into another unit with that board edge at its back suffers a -1 penalty on their to hit rolls and any unit charging another unit with the sun at it's back loses D6" from it's charging distance
High sun-the sun is directly over the board and their are no special effects.
Twilight- same as with dawn, only it is on the opposite board edge from the one dawn started at.

Art of War:Nidhogg and Dwarf sketch

A Nidhogg is about to deliver the finishing blow to a luckless Dwarf.

Echoes of War

''He-he-he...So, you come to our lands seeking life...hahahah!...But you will only find death! Bwahahahah! Isn't that ironic for you!? MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!.........kill them all....''
-Anonymous Gnoll Chieftain when the Dominion first reached the Laughing Savannah, only one soldier survived

“True wisdom is less presuming than folly. The wise man doubteth often, and changeth his mind; the fool is obstinate, and doubteth not; he knoweth all things but his own ignorance.”
-Akhenaton, Reptillion Phylosopher

"If the world was as perfect as you said it was, which it isn't, then why aren't I able to just lift up some sort of flap, make a few fixes, and then the world would work again. But it doesn't work like that, so we have to rebuild it from the ground up. Incidentally, you are standing on the ground."
-Getermen Horace, Engineer-Biolos from the Academy

"Let me ask you something? You are asking us why we attacked Arbi. The reason we did is because they are scared of something. Let me ask you this then. If there is something that actually scares our master, shouldn't you be scared too?"
-Wiliam Kotser, former Scarecrow slave captured after the Rout of Iron

''Ya know, bein' an ord'nary Gremlin ain' dat great. We have ta pay rent an' stuff, feed da pigs, sit on a chair, do a bit of farmin'...sometimes... I wish I was da Sherrif...but dat sounds like work...''
-Gremlin Billy Hilly, only days before his (successful) election for Sherrif

 ''Many's the men who've battled foe
Many the number slain
Many the lads have fallen
though Nidhoggr shall rise again.''
-Nidhogg marching song

"You ssshould die mortalsss. Asss you have never, had the right, to livvvve."
-anonymous  Night One

"Brother and sister friends, I thank you all for coming here and considering what I am going to say. Let me ask you something, what were you before you came here? Many of you were farmers, some of you were blacksmiths, others were sailors, or engineers, or nobles, or weavers, or money lenders, merchants, captains, fathers, or you were soldiers. Now look at you. Here you are working in the fields from dawn to dusk and in strange workshops from dusk to dawn, barley getting an hour of sleep and eating moldy bread while our overlords throw away the excess of our work. And if we ever fall down, or start to work at a reasonable pace, we are beat back onto our feet and forced to go on. Even in death we receive no respect, as we are simply tossed into the same furnaces we work. Some of us suffer the further humiliation of having our limbs cut off and replaced with farming tools. Lets face it, they treat us like slave, feed us like slaves, and talk to us like slaves. But that does not make us slaves. No a thousand times over. What makes us slaves is that we allow them to. Even in their own conservative estimates, their are more of us then there are of them. They have grown so lax that many of them don't even know how many weapons are made every day. Their soldiers are drunk or ill disciplined, and there are only one of them for every a thousand of us. Do you know what that means? That means in a hundred days we could acquire as many of their weapons as we please and in a dozen from that, obliterate them. This is what I'm suggestung. REVOLUTION!"
-The first part of Robred's speech

Legends of War:The Academy

One thing that all races, no matter who primitive, have in common, is the they search for answers. Some of them turn to their oracles who predict the future through bones, stars, cards, and hundreds of other devices. Many people turn to the worship of gods, some dark, in an attempt to gain control over their surroundings through appeasement. Still others turn to science, they cut, tare, measure, burn, and crush everything that they can until there is nothing left, then they move on the the next item at. It is for that reason that the Academy was created.

In 1602 a.d.c. Garmaria had come across a strange and lush, tropical island near the Black Rim that was filled with a bountiful amount of fruit and natives. It was an easy step to conquer them, but, all of the fruit that was brought off the island died instantly, and those who ate of it would suffer the same fate. This didn't matter what was forced to grow there, as even Garmaian grains would cause the same consequences. While they should have just abandoned the island, it proved to be to much of a curiosity and dozens of Garmarian Engineer-Biolis and Engineer-Mamelions(interested in the effect it had on people) who clamored to discover its secrets. In order to house these Engineers, a massive series of rather drab looking buildings were erected and the discovery of iron and titanium deposits on the island further fulled more of them, as well as a large amount of Engineer-Mutologists.

For a while, everything worked out fine. The natives provided a large source of test subjects and, when they ran out, humans, and other races, were imported from across the known world to further their research. A weapons factrum was set up there as well and, for a while, the finest guns and artillery pieces came from their. The success of their research was inspiring, but oddly dark rumors started to filter their way from the island to Garmaria, mainly featuring inhumane(or bizarre) experiments, and a dangerous new school of thought known as Ragnarok. Ragnarok stated that, the reason the world was so horrible was because the races had polluted it, and in order to form the prefect world, they'd have to destroy every single last thing there was, and then start over.

That such a philosophy would exist was laughed at in the pub halls, but, it eventually repeated itself enough times that it found its way into the ears of The Parliament. In 1643 a.d.c., the Garmarian Royal Navy launched a dozen ships to go to the island and sort out this issue once and for all. They never returned. Further attempts were made until it was discovered that a series of storms and whirlpools had sunk any ship going their so they had to wait. Then facts faded into stories, stories faded into legends, legends faded into myths, a myths faded into obscurity. Now, more then 200 years later, a mysterious island was discovered near the Black Line, as it filled with ash, and the only things remaining are a complex of buildings and a large and advanced army bent on doing the same thing to the world. Several attempts to destroy this army ended in complete disaster, their weapons literally boiling men apart where they stand. This has forced Garmaia to turn to the other human nations for help, who in turn have turned to the other races of the world for help. Now, a coalition of dozens of armies is headed towards the island known only as The Academy.

Echoes of War

"Why would I live in Hellspout? Hellspout is the most interesting city in the whole world. For starters, the river Hell, that divides it in half, is so thick with waste that it is safer to use as a road then a water way. You've got Dwarfs, Trolls, Elves, Stygians, And Gnomes, all running from one law or another, holed up here as pirates. Everyday there's a fight in the streets, but it's all in good nature, and the watch will come in if its not. Every day we've got more ships coming in and going then there are people who live here, and with around a million that's a lot. Even those stuck up Garmarian jerks come here and have their own quarter and docks, the only one with paved streets that you can see. But, all in all, people come to Hellspout for the time of their lives, and theirs enough drink, and other things, that a man will stay entertained for a life; just so long as he watches his back."
-Captain Hurndar explaining Hellspout to his captors

"Yes, yes. This is all good then, yes? That means our troops are ready, yes? And that means our ships are ready too, yes? And you are sure they aren't waiting for us, no?"
-Rat Chief Retz before the First Battle at Sallamia 

"All right then. I just want to make one thing clear to you all: that at this point there is no return. Once we land, the only way you'll get home before us is to swim. Now I don't care where you stand on any of the issues, or if you think that I'm a crazy old gnome who's gone over his head in working with Dwarfs, Elves, Humans, and Goblins. But if we don't do this, then those Stygians will think they are our masters, and who's going to allow that?"
-Lord Mayor  Steifl Gnomegard, to his troops at The First Battle


''Epistrofí̱ sto spíti me ti̱n aspída sas , í̱ se af̱tó .''
--What Stygian mothers from Seratas say to their sons, once they go to war, meaning ''return victorious, or dead.'

Echoes of war

"The attack of a Goblin army is very mush like the attack of snow on a fire. Individually it will be ineffective, but each snowflake who dies weakens the defenses just that much. Eventually, it will be impossible to bring in more fuel, as the snow is to high and there is no way around it, and the fire will be left to fend for itself. In a matter of time, it will have been extinguished, and the only signs of its passing are chard and unrecognizable remains."
-Shpeal Brans, Garmarian Scholar

"Ons Donker God, Verbode Kennis, wil hê jy moet weer opstaan​​.Volg sy bevel en julle siele toegestaan ​​sal word om die ewige lewe."
Translation: Our Dark god, Verbode Kennis, wills that you shall rise again. Follow his command and your souls will be granted eternal life.
-a ritual for raising skeletons


"You know what isn't natural? The un-dead. I mean, what bright spark woke up one-day and said, ' By George, I will fill my not-dead army's ranks with un-dead people and call it a good-day!' Probably one of those stupid skul gnomes if you ask me."
-Hiterdale Mesgard, Gnomish Mayor


"You strange people come over here and then claim all of our lands for yourself. You think you are better then us as you have thunder sticks, iron plates, and hairy faces. You do not realize that you have turned your back to the Golems and other spirits of nature simply for your "profit". One day you shall feel nature's wrath and I hope you remember it."
-One of Mazotrathen messages to Herndar Kuorte
simplified(via numerous translation errors) to: "Your mother was a Troll drag and your father was a Elvish pig."