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Hey there all! Wolfius here. You may remember me from the failed 40k quest, but I'm back with some ideas liberally picked up from /tg/'s Norsca Quest. I have now transplanted the deceased series here, under a fresh start. Here's all that you know about this particular thread:

http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Warriors_of_Chaos

Other notes - Now, I know people look down on 4chan and it's associated sub-forums, but this is just good fun, with the usual bizarreness of said subforum (/tg/). I actually am unable to draw with computers and such, so it will just be the text based with picture of you. The main character. I took the liberty of providing a decent backstory (which most quests forsake for hilarity).

I hope you enjoy, and let's get the show started:

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You can tell that the skalds are lying. They have fear in their eyes, fear which shines like a beacon in the night. Their breath is visible in the freezing air of northern Norsca. You are of the Varg tribes, feared coastal raiders.

And yet you are not.

Your fate lies in the hands of your own brother, the chieftain of Novgoborg. He has always been jealous of your devotion to chaos, and your speaking abilities. He has always been waiting for a chance to remove you from the favoured spotlight of your father, the previous chieftain. He died only a scarce three days back, you were chosen by him to succeed him, only for your traitorous brother to sieze power and declare himself chief, slaughtering all of your allies in the process.

He claimed you killed the chief with poisons given from grandfather Nurgle.

As he sits there, stroking the sable beard, eyes burning with an evil glee as he contemplates killing you for treachery to the tribe. His own allies, his personal huscarls, stand either side of the both of you, the two beside you holding your arms in a steely grip. Eventually, after what seems like an eternity, he stands, his huscarls following him in equal step as he walks towards you

"It is clear I should kill you, as you did with Thorvald Iron-hands." he states, his right and rests on the head of a sharp iron axe "However...on accounts of us being brothers. I have decided to cast you out of the tribe, *******. May the gods watch you die in the wastes."

He laughs as you are dragged off, your face straight and solemn, you swear a silent oath that you will remove his taint from Novgoborg's honour. He stops laughing as he sees the determination in your eyes, and skulks back to his throne of timber, draped with red fabrics, and sits there, watching as you are dragged out of the great hall, and into the settlement.

You guards move at a slow and purposeful pace, dragging you along and allowing the rest of the settlement to either jeer and laugh at the traitor being removed from their presence, or look away, shame on their faces.

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The guards throw you into the dirt of the sea shore outside the village. They were atleast able to provide you with some warming clothes and a cloak, as well as...a knife. The blades rusty, incredibly so, and the clothes are tattered, and the cloak is littered with holes. This was to be expected, seeing as they were sending you to die in the wastes.

You put on the clothes, and the cloak with the holes in it, and take hold of the knife, and you set off in no particular direction, watched by the two guards.

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You, at current:



Our situation, at current:



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Suggested courses of action:

A) Head northeast along the coast until you reach the coast?

B) Attempt to head south to the empire, having to brave the snowy wasteland and troll country?

Minor courses of action include (at current) checking our surroundings for notable features.

(I have not tried this type of game before but here goes)

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I stop, and crouch down low.
Shielding my eyes, as if looking at some far off thing.
(I discreetly grab a handfull of dirt while I'm down too).
I slowly begin to back up twoards the guards, while keeping low. As I get closer to them I point off in the distance.
Moving faster I turn and race for the guards, as I get closer I yell "To the walls! They are coming!" while waving my arms as if trying to get their attention.
When I close with them I lunge straigt at the throat of the closest one with my knife, then throw the dirt at the face of the other. Grabbing the weapon of the first guard I quickly dispatch the second one while he is blinded.
I grab the best of their armor, clothing, and weapons. Then I bellow a challenge to my brother from the entrance to the village. I call his honour into question and dare him to fight me alone , where all can see.

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I love to play quest based online games just like Perfect World because of the quests have special items and gold rewards that suit for your character.