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The Skjaldborg is a gaming group with many interests, but at our core we are a group of Battletech enthusiasts. Some of our members have been lifelong fans of the franchise back to its earliest days. We originally formed back in 2012; when MWO was first announced and still in closed-beta. Ah... those were heady days. Long had we waited for the triumphant return of the Mechwarrior franchise. What a time to be a Battletech fan then... and what a time to be one now! To see how far the Battletech community has come... it's enough to light a fire in our hearts (and put more mead in our bellies).
Ever since, we have endured through the good times and the bad. Among our varied activities for the past six years, we have orchestrated a persistent and detailed Battletech campaign with the aide of a well known program known as Megamek. This was the closest we could get to an online multiplayer version of Battletech. With the advent of Battletech launching on the PC in all its glory, we would like to share with you our tales from our own community inspired by our ongoing Battletech campaign... Tales from the Skjaldborg.
I will do my best to post one story a week. Be sure to watch this thread for updates.
If you have questions about our campaign, please feel free to contact me directly; would prefer not to clutter this thread up too much, but simple posts are okay.
Also, if any of these character names sound really weird, it's because they are. These were the names chosen by players 'cause that's how we roll.
Sergeant Lars Saknussen frowned glumly as he approached the tall tree. He paused underneath it, standing in the last bit of sunlight as the day died. The fumes from the nearby industrial park, mixed with the smoke from the raging forest a few miles to the south, made the sunset particularly impressive as the sun's final rays splayed across the sky. He pulled out on of his ever-present, foul smelling cigars and lit it, taking a deep pull before looking up into the branches of the tree in front of him. Clambering down from the tree, careful not to entangle himself on the strings holding his ejection seat to its parachute, was Sergeant Skwisgaar Faderlos. Skwi leapt the final few feet to the ground and brushed errant leaves, twigs, and charred bits of cooling suit off himself.
"Well, I suppose that could have gone worse", muttered Saknussen and offering Faderlos a cigar.
"Worse? Exactly how much worse could it have gone? 'Southpaw' got kicked by a bloody Drac and blew up!" Skwi accepted the cigar.
"Well, you're alive, The rest of us are alive, we only lost one mech, and the Snakes are running scared." Saknussen shrugged. He gestured back to his Crab CRB-20, 'Clamps'. "At least I made it out all right. I'll count that as a victory." He grinned. "At least we still have your old Clint. Bet you can't wait to get back into your nice comfy ass-groove in the seat of that baby." Saknussen nodded his head back at Clamps. "I'll give you a ride back to base."
Lojtnant Kulandinglar stumped over from his Hatchetman, a murderous scowl on his face. "Maybe next time you won't accept some damn stupid honor duel and just let us get on with the battle, hey?"
Lance Halberg's voice boomed out over the stand of trees from his Spider's speakers. "Are you lot just going to stand around chatting? Command is going to be waiting for our report."
The three exchanged looks, and began to walk back to their mechs.
