Live Magazine September 2017

WARBAND: PFUNGZ
I have the great honour of using the
Pfungzig Island Foxes for this campaign.
Once they were a seasoned
fighting regiment defending the land
against Orc incursions. Now a little
past their prime, they were diverted
to Pfungzig to defend the River Aver
against any Orcs that may think of
pillaging the local villages. To reflect
this esteemed posting their new
uniforms incorporated a wide use
of green to hide all of the Orc guts
(plus black material is for the young
fighting men). However Orc pirates
were few and far between and they
ended up capturing more litter than
anything else. To this point, time
stretched along and the men stationed
in Pfungzig spent more time
helping farmers with their troubles.
To make matters worse they had to
watching the younglings run amok
with lute music, horrible sense of
fashion, and blind bravado! The
youth of today. Hmpf!
Mind you, it’s not all bad. Due to close
proximity to the Moot the more adventurous
Halflings travel the road
to Pfungzig to trade. They tend to
stay a few days bartering with the
locals and some of them help the
local Inn dish out some meals to the
stationed soldiers. Some even enjoy
the compliments so much that a
few of them decide to stick around
sometimes. Ahh, the Halflings make
a mean stew that would make your
mammas taste like cold gruel (but
don’t tell her that!). The Halflings are
also fiercely proud of their cookbooks.
Many a ruffian has tried to
steal a peak of the famous Halfling
cookbooks, and many of those
leave after they receive a frypan
to the face, or an arrow in their buttocks!
So who are the Pfungzig Island
Foxes? Loyal sons of Empire, great
warriors, but a little past their prime,
coupled with a few Halflings to make
the day just that bit more bearable.
They are firmly Anti-Circus as those
colourful fools just cause too much
trouble. And the noise! By Sigmar, 2
hours past nightfall and they are still
making a ruckus. No respect. Hmpf!
Okay look, these old bears mean
well. They are set in their ways, but
they are fantastic fighters. I envision
these brave men as possessing
great knowledge, honour, integrity,
and the will to do what is right. Also
being older men not quite satisfied
with their posting at the backwater
village of Pfungzig, I see them
as grumbling and grumpy guys with
far too much free time and not alot
of action to keep them entertained.
This is where the Halflings fit in
nicely and bring some light-hearted
fun to the group.
My Aspirations
The Averlanders Warband runs
under the guise of a generic human
warband. However there is
one major exception. Halflings! The
Averlanders themselves start with
a higher weapon skill than the average
fighter, which is great early on
to get some extra hits in. My hope is
that with a better chance to hit with
my guys, and some high strength
weapons to follow through, I should
be able to whack my way through
most things without too much of a
challenge early on. That’s the plan
anyway!
The Halflings themselves are quite
the opposite. They are neither
strong nor tough. They are pathetic
fighters and couldn’t save themselves
against a stray dog, let alone
an opposing fighter. But, they are
fantastic archers, and my aim with
them is to take out anyone that
should threaten the rest of the warband.