The first word I spoke was "var" and in a way, they may be my family.

Today I saw Marshal Beatrix cry. It happened I was running around with the varhounds and leading them to march in step to a song I heard.

In the afternoon I ate eggs. Mary is getting better with the frying pan, this time she managed to succeed at it without burning her arm.

Later, I was told to sit on the chair again because Beatrix caught me drinking from her coffee. Now I just want to pee. Instead I wrote in this book. And now I am going to play with the chessbox.

Beatrix keeps around 3, so I'm playing with all of them together !

>>>>>>>>>

PS. Oooohhh what's this !
An acquisition book ! Time to buy all the chess boxes !

Are you going to be playing tonight?

>>17689111
>24 xp to chessboxes
"Little Vilkas, we have been preparing a gift for you. We hope you are pleased."

Stick around and there maybe one later this weekend.

Is there an IRC channel i can chill in to learn some about whats going on?

>>17689269

#Skirmishquest bro

After some time spent "buying" all the chest boxes to be found in the Valknyre region. Elizabeth along with two officers and a Qemist present them to Vilkas.

"My Lord hearing your wishes the Bad Childrens present you with all the chess boxes in the nearby area, may you lead all those pieces to victory."

>61 xp toward the chess boxes
>Icearth furnish 1 xp
>Shaefer 24xp
>I'll leave them writing their part

>>17689316
"All of them, cleaned up and ready to play."

Ema smiles distantly, seeing little Vilkas running past her offices. He's growing up so fast, already going on adventures with the varhounds, getting lost in the training trenches. An incredulous giggle escapes her lips as she watches Elizabet and a few others carting a mountain of chessboxes towards his little majesty's quarters. He's so innocent, now. The usually grim halls of the Voss fortress seem so bright with him around. If only things could always be like this...

She closes her eyes, and sees her little sister, Jacqui. She must be around 7 now, or was it 8? Her stomach turns a little as she realizes she's forgotten her birth date. She must look so different now, than the weedy little kid she left when she went to Qemistry school. Ema slips off her glasses, and leans down on her folded arms, the cool wood of her desk pressing into her cheek. Would she grow up to be big and brawny, like their cousins, or small and scrawny as Ema had? Will she be happy and bright, taking on every new day, or quiet and peaceful, letting life take her? Does she ever think of her big sister?...Would she ever see her again, to find out?

Letting out a sigh, she notices the unit requisition form still unfilled in front of her. Sliding her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, she grins slightly as she notices scrawled at the bottom of the list "More coffee", and puts her share towards it

>11xp towards coffee for Vilkas

>Reposting from the last thread

>11 xp toward getting MORE COFFEE

"Oh dear," Nora muttered, a slight grin on her face. "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear."

"Hm?" Josiah looked upward from cleaning his assault rifle.

"It appears our Young Prince got into the Requisition Forms." Nora walked over, setting the requisition form right beside the gun parts. Curious, Birch picked up the form, smirking a bit at the cartoony moustache painted over the officer's face.

"'Magic'?" Josiah chuckled. "Chessboxes and coffee? This is starting to look more like a birthday wishlist than a requisition form."

"Chessboxes?" Doyle's ears near perked up as he set aside his copy of Theodore Mellark's novel "The Guns of Leros". "What's this about chess?"

"You play, Doyle?" Birch questioned, continuing to to reassemble his rifle.

"A bit--back at the Academy." Doyle slipped off the bed, straightening out his uniform.

"Are you sure it was just 'a bit'?" Nora gave a mischievous grin. "Are you sure you weren't part of the chess team?"

"Who's to say you weren't the Team Captain?" Birch gave the same mischievous grin.

>>17689557

Doyle's cheeks flared. "You guys suck," he muttered underneath his breath, his two squadmates laughing hearitly. "I--I was pretty good, too! I got second in the Laplander Cup Inter-Academy Competitions in my Junior year!"

"Oh yeah, right." Nora stifled her laughter, still leaving the mischievous grin on her face.

"I remember reading about that--King's Oak, yes?" Birch quipped, locking the last components of his rifle into place. "Rosengard Academy shouldn't have won that year in the Infantry Skirmishes--Cross should have gotten it; shame about that controversy surrounding their star Assault Trooper--drug charges, could you believe it?"

"And the investigation didn't even *go* anywhere," Doyle took off his glasses, rubbing his temples with his free hand. "I still say those charges were trumped up by Frostmoor."

"They didn't even place that year, did they?"

"No, no they didn't!" Doyle's arms flew upwards in exasperation.

"Um, I don't mean to interrupt, but, uh, could I propose something?" Nora asked.

"What?" Both of the Kriegers turned toward Nora.

"I've got a bit of an idea." Nora said, starting to pace around the unit's tent. "Now that the Prince has got all these chess sets, he's definitely gonna want to get better, right? Doyle," Nora turned to face her squadmate. "How would you fancy tutoring the Young Prince in the matter?"

"You... you seriously thought about buying the chess boxes, didn't you?" Alex sighed.

Alfie only smiles and nods. "W-we can't l-let little Vilkie down, c-can we?"

"And this had nothing to do with all the little doodles he scribbled on the form."

"W-Well..."

>25xp
>4xp from kills and 10xp from mission = 39xp
>30xp to upgrade to DR3
>remaining 19xp goes to Gunner Cap.

>>17689691
"Faster! Faster!" The young boy laughs as the Beetl barrels down a dusty country road.

"You're a brave soul, Lord Vilkas. We've never pushed Sheila this far before." Axel grins as he pulls the throttle to maximum speed. Gulping air and fuel with a voracious appetite, the Beetl's engine roars. It's a deep, powerful sound specifically designed by the Royal Engineers to induce a natural fear response. In fact, it was based on the low growls and howls of the wolves that once preyed on their ancestors. However, the sound only seems to make Vilkas even happier, as he starts laughing and clapping even more.

Suddenly, a large hill rears its ugly head. Without thinking, Axel hits the brakes and begins pulling and pushing the steering levers, whether by design or complete accident, the Beetl drifts through the turn effortlessly before coming to a stop. Normally, Axel never would have done such insanely risky driving while Vilkas was on board, but he knew that the young Prince was safely secure in Alfie's lap.

"Can we shoot the cannon now?" Vilkas asks.

"A-anything for you, Vilkie!" Alfie smiles, ruffling Vilkas' hair. The boy pouts at being treated like a little kid, but otherwise doesn't raise any objections.

>>17689702
In the distance, Alfie spies a half demolished statue in the middle of the field, depicting some long dead hero from some long forgotten era.

"Y-you see h-here Vilkie? You use the scope to a-aim your shot. The dots h-here account for w-wind and gravity. And t-this trigger here f-fire's the shell."

"Like this?" Vilkas pulls the trigger. With a loud BOOM the Beetl belches out a high explosive shell, incinerating the statue in a ball of fire and shattered stone fragments."

"COOL! And you get to do this every day?"

"Y-yeah..." Aflie smiles. "T-that was a really good shot too..."

Axel can't help but smile too. Vilkas was one of the very few people Alfie truly felt comfortable around, or at least not inclined to run away and hide from. She really loved treating the kid like a little brother.

"Come on, we've still got plenty of fuel and shells left. Let's see what else we can demolish around here!"

Sheila's engine roars in agreement.

Oh boy..
>Increasing Hex Spd to base 6. [20exp]

>5 Exp on the Machinegun secondary weapon

So it seems the old thread diedead'd

if you had important posts like exp buy and other such stuff go get them from archive fools

here: http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/17678098/

The last few years haven't treated Lt. 'Iceheart' Konnair well. At one point she didn't need her cane all the time, but now she was never seen without it. Thankfully, having her own personal Qemist helped greatly. Once or twice a week, Armitage would give her something before night that would make her slowly fall asleep, and she'd wake up feeling surprisingly refreshed.

She had chipped in a little when Elizabet had asked for some help acquiring some chess boxes for little Vilkas, but it was the coffee that grabbed her attention. She was sure that Marshal Beatrix would appreciate it a great deal. After all the woman had done for her, bringing her into the Royal Guard and making sure her sisters were taken care of, she deserved something nice.

Sadly, she didn't have quite enough yet to make a large contribution towards it yet, but she makes a mental note to put more in first chance she gets.

>Putting 1xp towards Chessboxes and 2 xp towards Coffee, leaving me with an even 20.

"YAAAaAahah.....oof." cried the boy tumbling from a speeding riding wolf. "Why...why won't it let me stay on?"

His teacher was relaxing against a tree still eating his breakfast. "Heeeeh, it's cause you keep tryin' to get him to slow down." The morning's crisp cool air caused his words to fog out of his mouth as much as Scurm hated waking up early it was a sacrifice he would afford his future king, especially considering there was no other time the two could train in secret now that his Vampire Nursemaid had all but taken over the young lad's life.
"You keep thinkin that pullin on his hair will make him slow down. Boy these things don't know the meaning of slow is and yankin' on em ain't gonna do much to teach em."

He strode out into the snowy pasture dawn had just come up and while the Vampire was safely tucked away the rest of the company would be waking soon so he didn't have much time to make sure the boy learned at least something useful today.

"It's just so hard to hold on with out a saddle, why can't I use one like you do when you go into battle Geoffrey?" The boy had take to calling him by his first name. Scurm didn't like it but then Scurm wasn't his real name and all in all he would rather the child call him by his first name than explain to him why the Ritter was going around with a vossian insult as his name.

>>17690137
"Look there is a proper way to do things and this is the way anyone who can ride a damn learned to do so." He walked back to the child with riding wolf. "You can't make a wolf see the world the way you do if you want to ride one you have to go down to their level, you gotta take in the smells and sights and understand the lay of the land and the best way move across it."

He picked up the small boy and put him back on the wolf. "Instead of getting scared by how fast he's going try and see where he is headed, take he is gonna cross and get ready for it."

"You can't be scared of what's gonna’ happen you just gotta’ hold on and meet whatever it is head on." He said as he slapped the wolf to run.

He watched as the young king and the wolf barreled across the white field. The boy was doing better, and Scurm was quite happy with himself and the wisdom he imparted, that is till a pair of deer strode into view and quickly bolted into the woods with the wolf and the boy regent in tow.
"Shiiiiiiiit." The ritter yelled as he bolted after them, well Se la vi

Dear Elizabet,

Thank you for buying me 100 chessboxes. As a token of appreciation to support the var effort, Marshal Beatrix has ord- requested that I combine all of them and win 100 boards' worth of opponnents twice weekly, or she will take away and burn the boards that I lost.

P.S. why do you smell nice ?

-Vilkas

> ChessBoxes purchased. Vilkas must now undergo this daunting punis- challenge. Thank you all for contributing to the vvar effort. -Beatrix

>>17689571

>And now, a followup!

Prince Vilkas was hunched over the table, eyes darting over his black soldiers. He was smiling. His plan had gone perfectly, using the lighter soldiers as a screen, he brought his more specialized troopers to rein terror over his hapless enemies. It had been cat and mouse for some time, but this was it. The end was here. In just a few turns, the White King would be in position, and he could declare victory.

He looked up at Doyle, who regarded him with a quick upward glance. The Krieger's face was a blank slate, a perfect poker face. His glasses gave his glance an air of sharpness. But then--wait. The prince's eyes went wide. How did that Rook get past his Knights? He looked over the board, replaying the past turns in his head. 'The Queen was a distraction!' His thoughts screamed. 'His Rook slipped through a hole in my defenses!'

The prince gawked at the board, looking back toward his opponent. Doyle was smiling. He slowly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, readjusting them.

Check. Mate.

>>17690235
My lord,

I hope you enjoy beating those worthless oponents and develop to become the tactical genius you deserve to be. As for the smell, it's probably blood the smell seems to stick even after I rinse it off.

PS: It also does wonder for your skin, but that's just some soldier worry.

-Elizabeth

>>17689304
srry to be a complete newb but what server are you on?

>>17690652

Rizon, man.

Hm, it looks like we're not getting coffee until after the next battle...

> Theoryspace musings.
> I've been meaning to add units to the voss arsenal can't seem to think up of many good ones past: CorpsierTraining, WereTraining, and GhoulTraining

And more importantly a Royal tier unit from the event..

bump

>>17692630

I don't know about units, but can I propose a new hat? A russian-style Ushanka (fur hat) would be great. I don't know what it should do (maybe grant more ammo or something) but it fits the theme very well. After all, Voss isn't _just_ alt-Germany.

We generously share 5 experience for the supply of caffeine. We hope the hosts' morale rises high enough for the next encounters...

Late night bump.

What does the special ability "shoots on sight" do (on Assault Troopers)?

>>17694275
It just means that they'll automatically fire on enemy units that get too close to them.

>>17694370
Thank you!

What does the 'Spot Auto" special power of the scout snipers do?

>>17694445
It is an action they can do, allowing them to 'spot' an enemy, giving allies (and yourself) attacking said enemy +1 to hit. The 'auto' part means it is a 100% success chance, just make sure you have line of sight to the target.

>>17694552
Thank you!

What about the Scout Sniper's Radio ability? That one I don't even have a guess on.

(I've been reading the sup/tg/ archive on Ironhearts but it is hard to glean the rules; the field manual is kinda far from coprehensive)

>>17694613
It basically allows you to try and tap into the enemy's communication, to try and get an idea of what they are doing, or perhaps to mess with them.

Actually, this is all irrelevant, as we are now playing as the Voss instead, with different units.

Here is the infantry sheet.

>>17694716
And here is the armor sheet. The wargear and upgrade sheet is at the beginning of the thread.
Some of the basic info for playing can be found at http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Iron_Hearts , and I believe the information for the IRC channel is somewhere in this thread. There are usually a few people there eager to help new players.

>>17694727
Unfortunately, the 1d4chan page has only the field manual and information on upgrades (and lore/bg/fluff).

What I seem to be missing out are on all the special abilities (thought I would start trying to figure those all out starting from the Ragnllians, Aeon, and then onto Voss). I guess I'll jump on the IRC when a game is in session to observe.

'Iceheart' Konnair smiles to herself as she slices open the letter, stabbing the bayonet into the top of the desk when she is done. Before she even begins reading she recognizes her sisters' handwriting, causing her to think back, to when it was just her taking care of them by herself in that small shack. But that was before she met, and was recruited by, Marshal Beatrix. Taking Iceheart to fight in the Royal Guard, she made sure the rest of the girl's family was well taken care of, giving the rest of the sisters a place to stay just outside the large military base in the city of Kad. Since Iceheart and the rest of the Royal Guard would be on the move a great deal of the time, the Marshal ensured that some of her officer friends would help the Konnair sisters if needed.

Once they had put a finish to the Kashir war, perhaps she could visit them for the first time in years. But first...

Shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts (an action she regrets, as it makes her unnaturally dizzy), she reads through the letter. Ivana, the second oldest after herself, kept busy taking care of all the others, and volunteering at the nearby church. Ivy was still studying abroad in Iffram. Isabelle was spending a lot of time hanging around the nearby airfield, watching the planes go by, and using most of her money out shopping. Isane kept herself busy by growing lovely flowers in the small garden. And finally, Izzy, the youngest, practically lived outside, playing with her pet lizard.

>>17694973
She rereads the letter again and again, emotions welling up inside her. She figures an inspection of the armor units is in order, to keep her mind off things. Folding the paper up, she tucks into the inside pocket of her jacket. Her chair scrapes across the floor as she scoots back, rising to her feet and grabbing her cane, before walking down to the motor-pool. She comes across Axel and Alfie's tank, more armor plating being added to the monstrous machine, making it more resilient than ever. She smiles and shakes her head as she passes Blitz's light tank, an improved engine being lowered into the chassis to increase its speed. She wasn't sure what motivated the guy to command such a, well, light vehicle and rush headlong into a fight, perhaps she would ask him sometime.

Finally she arrives at her own vehicles, three Hydra self propelled guns, scuffed and battered after years of hard fighting. Trailing her fingers alone the side of one, she makes a mental note to have them repainted, perhaps in a tan colored scheme for the upcoming mission.

>>17694758

Hop onto the IRC whenever, man. Mission nights, yes, are the most active, but most nights there's a little bit of activity.