GRIM'S REAPER
Tap, tap, tap, tap. Hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer. Hammer, hammer,
thunk.
'AAAARRRRGH!!!*
Grim Warspanner was having a very bad day. It would turn out to
be a day which would change his whole life, but he didn't pause
to reflect on this as he danced around his workshop clutching his
flattened thumb. Even Breakface, his old and foul-mouthcd parrot,
winced as Grim swore steadily for three minutes without repeating
himself.
"Wash your mouth out," it squawked, as Grim paused for
breath, 'Wash your mouth... FAWWK!!'
'And you can shut up, as well.' growled the Dwarf, as the parrot
climbed unsteadily back onto its perch. It cowered as he went to
retrieve his hammer.
Grim's black mood was lifted slightly by the patter of small feet
outside his workshop door.
"Ere, Grim: called a high-pitched voice from outside, 'You
in?' Grim opened the door, and was confronted by a small, green-skinned
figure, clutching a sack that was almost as big as itself.
"Got stuff: it squeaked, 'You got stuff?' Grim went back into
his workshop and up-ended a small sack. A couple of pounds of nails
fell out onto the floor - Grim had flattened them with a sledgehammer
and ground them to a sharp edge, creating several dozen tiny knives.
The Snotling picked one up. examined the blade, and stuck it in
its loincloth with a toothy grin.
'Good stuff.' it said, "Ere: It tipped out its own sack, and
a shower of small, brightly-coloured mushrooms cascaded onto the
floor. Grim popped one in his mouth, and a smile slowly across his
face.
'Ere, Grim: the Snotling broke into his reverie. 'Wotzat?'
'My latest invention," said Grim, walking over to the wooden.
cartlike object he had been working on. 'A combination of a pump-operated
horseless truck and a graincutting machine. adapted for use on the
battlefield." See- the look of blank incomprehension on the
Snotling I s face. he repeated his explanation. using a mixture
of pantomime and very short words.
'This: he said indicating the rocker-pump on top of the cart, "Up,
down." He began to work the pump, and the machine moved forward
a little way, the spiked roller on the front spinning rapidly.
'Kills lots: he continued, miming being run down and swept under
the roller. *Aarg, splat." The Snotling's eyes were wide with
awe.
'Aargh, splat,* it said, in hushed tones, 'Coorrrr!*
Later that night, Grim was awoken from a peaceful sleep by a tremendous
splintering crash from the direction of his workshop. He reached
the window just in time to see the silhouette of his invention disappearing
over the hill. Two Snotlings were working the pump mechanism furiously,
and several more were hanging off the sides.
Grim's Reaper was stolen from its creator, the Dwarven Engineer
Grim Warspanner. by a group of Snotlings. who blazed a trail of
destruction across a wide tract of forest before they encountered
the Orcs of the Splintered Bone tribe. After some not entirely bloodless
negotiations, the machine and its Snotling crew were pressed into
service as allies. and the machine saw action in several battles,
disrupting enemy lines as the Orcs closed for combat.
The machine requires a minimum crew of 2. Starting from rest. its
M rises by 1 point per turn up to a maximum of 6. the machine always
moves its full movement allowance. Deceleration causes M to drop
by 1 point per turn, and turn it (which requires a total of 10 S).
Any figure struck by the spiked roller as the machine ploughs across
the battlefield takes I automatic S 6 hit as it runs them down.
Points Value: 150 (including crew)
Crew - 6 or 10 Snotlings
|
M |
WS |
BS |
S |
T |
W |
I |
A |
Ld |
Int |
Cl |
WP |
POINTS |
Pump Wagon |
* |
0 |
0 |
6 |
6 |
6 |
0 |
1 |
|
|
|
|
|
Snotling Pump Wagon |
4 |
1 |
2 |
1 |
1 |
1 |
3 |
1 |
4 |
4 |
4 |
4 |
150 |
|