Welcome Guest ( Log In | Register )

2 Pages V  1 2 >  
Reply to this topicStart new topic
> Army Fluff for my modelling Project (40K and Fantasy) C&C welcome
BIG
post Jul 4 2013, 07:51 AM
Post #1


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



Greetings all,

I have undertaken to build a 2,000 point army for each of the armies represented in Warhammer and Warhammer 40,000. Please follow the link in my signature if you are interested in that sort of thing. At the time of writing this I am close to finishing off the Imperial Guard Army that was first off the rank. A project of this scale requires a lot of dedication and I want to approach all aspects of the hobby. Although some of the lists themselves may not be terribly competitive in terms of army build I am not troubled, just means if I can pull off a win it is that much sweeter. Anyway, since I am modelling, painting and gaming I wanted to take my little plastic soldiers and step them up to have a personality all their own, therefore I have composed a little fluff piece to go with each army as I build them. I plan to post them up here (I have written them all already). My writing skills lack polish, so if anyone feels like lending a helping hand feel free. But I just want to flesh out and pump a bit of life into the armies I am spending so much time on. Thank you and on to the fluff. Please note that some of the fluff MAY need a little knowledge on the army list of the army in question, but I hope not. The lists will become available via the link for the Painting & Modelling Blog in the signature.

Imperial Guard - Murdoch’s 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armoured

“What in all of creation do you think you are doing Trooper?”

“Ah, Lord Commissar, well you see, it’s our downtime so just a friendly game of cards see?”

“Relax son, it’s only me.” Murdoch lifted the cap and rolled the collar on the storm coat down. The group of soldiers gathered around the card table visibly relaxed as they recognized there erstwhile leader.

“Where in the hell did you find an unattended Commissar uniform? Whoever owns that is going to shoot you without question when they find you.”

“Well you may be right, but I think I have a little too much to give to the Emperors Imperium before they send me to meet him, and they know it.”

Murdoch was one of the best armored tacticians that the Crusade had and even though High Command was loath to admit it he had a certain grasp of armored warfare that was just too valuable to be ignored. Murdoch had an unorthodox way of leading the troops; he preferred to lead on foot, often riding with one of his mounted infantry squads. He claimed that he got better perspective of the situation when he wasn’t distracted inside a tank interior. Many of the soldiers that served with him joked he was actually claustrophobic.

Whenever High Command needed a breakthrough they would send word to his Regiment to release him for the mission. This missive gave the Specialist a carte blanche to conduct the operation as he saw fit. His commanders within the Regiment would breathe a sigh of relief whenever he was reassigned. He would then ask for volunteers amongst his Regiment, the 34/87th Tullarium Armoured. He never lacked for volunteers and he had developed a core of Veterans that would follow him into any theater eagerly and without question.

His continued success should have seen him rapidly rise through the ranks; he should have had command of his own armored regiment by now. But his complete and utter disrespect for authority and constant disregard for rules and regulations saw him being court-marshaled and demoted on a regular basis. But his record and skill kept him from the gallows for the near future at least.

Being ‘one of the boys’ also gave him a certain level of kinship with his soldiers and his desire to share the risk also endeared him to the common soldier meaning he had a connection that allowed him to get more out of his troops than any Officer could.

“Uh-oh boss heads up.”Kreel, a Sergeant of one of the heavy mounted infantry squads that regularly accompanied Murdoch on his adventures indicated with a shallow nod over his leaders shoulder. A very severe and obviously angry Officer was leading an even angrier, severer looking man that had the vague look of a Commissar, although it was hard to tell in his under garments towards them.

“Ok boys, looks like it’s time for me to be scarce, gear up and meet me at jump off point zero-alpha-five, we have another job to do and my new threads could use a bit of sunshine. The ‘Slow Pokes’ have already found our targets and are going to direct us and the heavy hitters in, I have managed to get a few of the Recon boys to come with us this time, hopefully no surprises like back at Lone Pine Gorge. Be good and be safe, see you in 10.”
With that Murdoch scooted off to find his tank crews and get them moving, he would deal with an irate Commissar after he had punched a hole for the Crusade through the ranks of the Orks that infested this world.

“Be good and be safe Boss.” The assembled Veterans called out as there unofficial leader left them. They would die for that man if he asked it and his good humour always kept them going in the roughest of places. They closed ranks as the Officer and Commissar closed in on them and they began to pick up their gear in preparation to move out.

“Where is he? Don’t you play dumb, we saw him with you, that piece of scum has gone too far this time.” The Commissar looked like he was about to have a fit. He was foaming at the mouth and his face was bright red. “If you don’t tell me I will execute each and every one of you!” The Veterans had faced horrors far greater than this stuck up donkey-cave and would not give up their beloved leader so easily.

The Veterans looked at each other with well-rehearsed fear, “Sir, he told us to meet him at zero-alpha-niner.” As soon as the pair stormed off in the wrong direction the Veterans quickly grabbed their gear and made a hasty retreat towards the true staging point. They may share Murdoch’s distaste in authority, but they weren’t stupid and didn’t want to be around when those two realised they had been lied to.

This post has been edited by BIG: Jul 4 2013, 07:52 AM


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Jul 8 2013, 08:59 AM
Post #2


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



In preparation of completing the Imperial Guard Army that goes with the previous fluff I have decided to post the next army on the production lines story. I am going to be doing an Iron Hands Space Marine force, Dreadnoughts and Techmarines all around. Here is a little piece of work:

“My Lord, an urgent astropathic communication has just been received. It has been impossible to decipher but it carried a Magenta classification.” The Chapter serf was calm and confident; he had served the Garrsak Clan Company for almost his whole life and had even been blessed with cybernetic improvements to his weak flesh. However, a Magenta clearance was an almost mythic event and his Lord was a towering figure.

“Show me all that you carry.” Although the Space Marine had a mouth his eerie machine voice emanated from somewhere other than where his voice box should be located. Iron Father Metral Locus had so far kept most of his augmented human features, but very little of him remained organic.

The serf handed across a data slate that contained the entire message although only a fragment of it had yet to be decrypted from its hasty transmission. A garble of words and images glowed faintly on the screen.

It could have been a scowl or a smirk that crossed the lined and scarred face of his lord and master, but even with his extensive experience of the Adeptus Astartes the serf was unsure. “Gaul you are a paranoid genius.” Locus then emitted a teeth jarring burst of static into the vox pickup of the data slate and amazingly it began to resolve whatever cypher had hidden its contents. However what confronted the Iron Father was still a montage of pictures that he hoped the scrawled notes that went with them would illuminate him on his friend’s plight.

“Metral, it has been some years since we last shared a workshop. But I am in need of your strength and knowledge. You know I harbour a tremendous respect for your Chapter and its history and I must apologise in advance. I discovered reference to the Gorgon and the encounters he had with Asirnoth the Wyrm. I should have contacted you and shared in my discovered knowledge, but you know my kind and we are jealous of our discoveries.

I am ranting and time is short. I led a small explorator fleet to the Skythaal Sector, no you shouldn’t have heard of it. As you can see by the few surviving Pict recordings the one stable planet had a central continental land mass, sparse vegetation and blasted wastelands, however, what was more interesting was the complex that lies beneath the surface. It is vast and probably covers most of the planet. We entered the facility and began plumping the wealth of information that was there. Between the tech guard with me and the skitarii warriors I felt secure in our defences. I was wrong. Upon reaching an unspecified point we awoke the facility. I was not expecting Necron, but it seems that this is in fact one of their tomb worlds, but it is nothing like I have ever seen or read about. I am not sure if it is older or serves a different purpose than standard tomb worlds, this in itself is encouraging to my research. Again I digress and time is growing ever shorter.

I require your aid if I am to survive to continue or I require you to recover my research and continue where I have failed. Either way, I am begging you to come to the Skythaal Sector and for good or bad find me or my remains."

In Eternal Faith in the Emperor, the Gorgon and the Machine God.”
Primary Explorator Magos Gaul Herebore

With an imperceptible nod Metral Locus opened a wide band vox channel to the Clan Company. “This is Iron Father Locus, prepare for immediate departure of the Strike Cruiser Medusa’s Fury. Clave’s Cognus, Foundrix and Fettlix to attend. Venerable Ancestor Ferris Maxis please meet me in the War Chamber for guidance. Techmarine’s Makex and Sprockus please attend to the Ancients to prepare them for battle. We leave with no delay.”

The Iron Father turned to the Chapter Serf, as he did he released another ear splitting burst of static, slightly higher pitched and of longer duration than before, the data slate seemingly went dead, although an ominous red glow was detectable on the screen. “This must be presented to the Chapter Council; it is convenient that Garrsak is hosting the current gathering. Or perhaps it is a sign. Unfortunately I will already have embarked and cannot present it myself. Everything they need to know is in that data slate. Do not disgrace your service now. Dismissed.”

The Serf sped off to the gathering hall that held the ten warriors that governed his Lord’s Chapter. He briefly paused outside of the door to collect himself. Activating the door rune it slid open and he was confronted by the monstrous form of an elite Morlock Terminator. The warrior extended its giant gauntlet and the serf nervously placed the seemingly tiny slate into it. The door snapped shut behind the serf just as the powered gauntlet of the Morlock closed about his shoulder. His loyal service to his Masters would never be forgotten. But some things were not for the eyes or the understanding of the weak flesh of mortals….


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
Ronin
post Jul 21 2013, 11:31 AM
Post #3


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 2,927
Joined: 9-February 06
From: Northern Brissy
Member No.: 2,512



Liking this so far. I like the contrast between the 2 forces, and that you captured the iron hands essence so perfectly. Alot of people shirk from just how brutally uncompromising they are. Bravo for doing a good job smile.gif

Not sure of the longevity of the officer from the guard though, mulligans and capers is one thing, but you may need a new officer for any fights that take place after the commisar finds him wink.gif

Whats next?? The orks the guard were fighting??

Cheers, Ronin


--------------------
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Jul 22 2013, 09:54 AM
Post #4


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



QUOTE(Ronin @ Jul 21 2013, 11:31 AM) *


Whats next?? The orks the guard were fighting??

Cheers, Ronin


More than likely I will take a departure from 40k and do some Warhammer Fantasy stuff, plan on following the Painting and Modelling Blog for which piece of fluff next. Seems like the Empire Knightly Order or Ogre Kingdoms are hot contenders to follow the Iron Hands army.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Aug 19 2013, 08:51 AM
Post #5


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



I decided that I should add another piece of fluff, this time however I am moving away from Warhammer 40k and having a go at Warhammer Fantasy (you see my wife has spoken and the next army I paint after the Iron Hand Space Marines which are currently on the painting table must be some Knights, therefore it will be my planned Empire Knights army as I firmly believe happy wife, happy life :thumbsup: ) Anyway, for a bit of a run down I plan on doing an entire Empire army with Knights (Inner Circle, Regular and Demigryph with a few Characters thrown in), it will be compact and hard hitting, maybe not hugely competitive, but will be fairly quick to paint and cheap to assemble. And I also really like the Empire knights, far more than those snooty Bretonnians.....

“Sir, we should retreat. We are too few, the Greenskins will overrun us.” General Granuts turned towards the sniveling voice that could only be from Hauritz that spoilt brat of a noble’s son that had been attached to his command only a week ago. His father had hoped that some old fashioned campaigning would cut some of the fat and toughen him up a little.

“We will hold Umbar Hill as we were instructed to do by the Elector Count himself. He needs to ensure that the Orcs can’t come at him from the rear.” It was times like these that Granuts was glad he didn’t have any sons of his own. “Reiker, has there been any word on mounted support? Has the Elector Count sent word if he can spare some Scouts? Or even some Knights?” The wizened General turned to his trusted second. Reiker had campaigned with the General since he was a boy and was like a son to him. Well in fact he was a son; he had married one of the General’s own daughters.

“Sir he has sent his apologizes that he cannot at this stage afford the loss of any cavalry, if things change we are first in line to get some support.” Reiker handed the parchment over that bore the Elector counts seal. He shielded it from Hauritz who was trying to read it.

“Right then, it looks like it’s just us then. Get the men in order, get the regiments arranged so we can get some crossbow cover for as long as possible, once the Orcs engage the crossbowmen are to fall back to the earthworks with the artillery and prepare a second salvo in case they break through our shield wall.”

“Understood sir, we will push the green devils back across the mountains, don’t you worry.” The General beamed at his son-in-law. If only Hauritz was half the man. Reiker turned and began shouting orders to the awaiting soldiers.

“General, I will stay with the crossbows and ensure that the rabble follows your orders to the letter.” Hauritz whining piped up again. The General couldn’t take much more of it. But his retort died in his throat as a commotion stirred through the ranks.

“What is it now?” Fearing some devilry from the Greenskins the General drew his enchanted blade. But relief washed over him as he saw a unit of Knights round the bottom of the hill. Then another, and another and another, Granuts soldiers were stunned.

“Greetings to you good Knight's. How can I help you this day?” The General couldn’t keep the smile off his face; he recognized the heraldry and knew the day just got a whole lot easier. The Obsidian Order, a traveling Knightly Order had arrived on the field. He had heard of these black clad knights and their tendency to turn up unexpectedly. He looked about for the Grandmaster he had wish to speak with him and come up with a strategy, he knew that they could be a proud and haughty lot, but hoped things would go well.

An impressively adorned warrior came walking up the hill flanked by several others. His armor was darker even than his peers and by the scars and weathered look he had seen far more battle than even the General. "I take it you are the one in command of this well-disciplined force?” The Knights voice commanded instant respect, the General beamed at the compliment of his troops.

“I am the General of this army; we have time to integrate tactics if you wish my Lord?” The General gave his best bow and hoped to not anger this great warrior.

“General, I am no Lord and I only crave the comradeship of warriors, so feel free to throw off that cloak of etiquette because I don’t think it suits you one bit.” The General was beginning to like this Knight more and more. “I ask that you hold this hill as you have been ordered. My Knights and I will take the Greenskins head on. Anything that gets through us you and your men are quite welcome to mop up.” The soldiers all laughed and the Grandmaster flashed a smile. His voice carried easily to every soldier present. “We will all carry this day; the Orcs are undisciplined savages who will fall before us. Just do me the favor of not dropping a cannonball on my head.” More laughter exploded from his troops and the General was beginning to enjoy the day.

“Grandmaster, Grandmaster, a moment of your time.” The General groaned Hauritz sniveling voice interrupted the Knights speech. “I just wanted to say that I had doubted our Generals abilities, but now with…..” The general stood stunned as the Knight to the left of the Grand Master laid the Noble out cold. Hauritz had gone down hard and blood was flowing freely from his nose.

“Nobles, I hate nobles.” With a shake of his head the Knight stepped back in line to a rousing cheer from the men.

“I apologize General for the actions of my Knight, but I find it hard to deal with his sort. That is why we stay moving, less chance of having a gaggle of Nobles trying to offload their children on our Order. I don’t know how you stand it. Now, let’s say we kill some greenskins?”

The General felt elated at their unexpected allies and felt like he could take the whole horde himself. Turning his back on the injured Hauritz he yelled to his men. “Well, what about it boys? Feel like slaying some Greenskins?” The cheers he got in return were deafening.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Sep 23 2013, 09:08 AM
Post #6


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



I little bit more Grimdark, this time brought to us by the Dark Angels and their many secrets. Hope you enjoy the read.

Attention: Grandmaster Azrael, Masters Belial and Sammael
Battlefield Report: Compiled and Filed by Sergeant Numan - 835.M41 Purging of Baing Kourk City
Attached File: Auspex image with motion tracking capture of friendly forces

Masters;

This report is to highlight an incident that occurred during our Chapters operations in the City of Baing Kourk. Along with Sergeants Brutus and Cataplas, although their reticence to report this incidence raises my humors, and Sergeant Gregarous who gave his life for the Chapter, we were tasked with moving along roadway Alpha on the southern edge of Baing Kourk. These orders were specially passed down, not from our Company Commander, but from Interrogator Chaplain Corvinus. The esteemed Chaplain required a force to move along roadway Alpha and act as a net to prevent enemy forces moving out of the city via these routes. I have served the Chapter as a Sergeant for thirty years and before that as a Battle Brother for ninety, as soon as we were engaged it felt nothing short of a prepared ambush.

Our forces were sent into a prepared corridor where our opponents had superior fire power and had time to seed the area with booby traps that seemed particularly effective against our defenses. We regrouped as best we could and salvaged as much material as possible. A local administratum building proved a defensible position and it was here that we held for reinforcement. With the arrival of the Ravenwing and then shortly after the Deathwing we thought the Chapter was with us. However, these ‘reinforcements’ refused contact with us and seemed to be conducting their own operation. This could have been put down to vox jamming, but I ensured that this was not the case. Without communication of their plan we could not hope to join with them. We were left to continue our hold out and hope.

I must say that whatever it was our 1st and 2nd Company were doing seemed to bring about a loss of coordination and resolve. This allowed us to attempt a breakout and re-join with the Imperial forces that were massed to the East. I must object though that I believe if we could have joined forces with the other Dark Angel units in the vicinity we could have crushed the enemy as well as preserve far more lives and material.

In total our losses from this conflict were as follows: Sergeant Gregarous and his entire squad, there Rhino APC and its Crew
Brothers Dravus and Fuller from Sergeant Brutus’ squad, there Rhino APC and its Crew
Brothers Gossmer and Buthor from Sergeant Cataplas’ squad, there Rhino APC and Crew
Brother Tione from my own squad, our Rhino APC and Crew

I hope from this report you consider the following: The conduct of Interrogator Chaplain Corvinus
The battlefield conduct and operation of the Ravenwing
The battlefield conduct and operation of the Deathwing

Addendum: Operation resounding success, two of the Fallen have been retaken and arrived at the Rock two weeks ago. Interrogator Chaplain Corvinus is to be commended, once his duties are dispensed, on his tactics to lure them into the open with our forces.

It is with regret that Sergeant Numan was killed in action after being attached to the Imperial mission at Forlorn Hope. His loss is keenly felt although Sergeant Brutus and Cataplas were correct in their assessment that he was unsuitable for promotion into the Inner Circle.

This report is now closed and sealed for the eyes of the Inner Circle Masters only.

- Azrael, Supreme Grandmaster of the Unforgiven


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Oct 31 2013, 11:06 AM
Post #7


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



Not so much a story this time, but rather background on an Inquisitor that I will make for use in 40k (along with a retinue of miscreants and agents). It is a little jagged, but with feedback it may read a little smoother as a background.

There are as many schools of thought within the Inquisition as there are soldiers in the Imperial Guard. These divergent views are often assembled into a few larger groups. Of these, Inquisitor Grendl Oriens of the Ordos Malleus is firmly in the camp of the Radical, more precisely that of the Xanthism group. Like others in this group Oriens firmly believes that the use of Warp-spawned abilities and equipment the Imperium stands the best chance of victory over their enemies.

Time and again he has proven the Xanthite way, on Grahenna Secondus with the aid of his first Daemonblade he banished the Handmaiden’s of the Keeper of Secrets Be’zul’ub’iz before they could enact the foul ritual to summon their lord to real space. The Daemon Prince Haurost, formerly of the Emperor’s Children Legion felt the sting of the Inquisitor’s rifle, that he had recently bound a Warp entity to, thus ending the perversion of the garden world of Topalize. These are just some of the great victories that Oriens has undertaken, all have been aided by Warp-spawned artifacts or abilities and they add further fuel to the fire that burn’s in all Xanthite Inquisitors.

Inquisitor Oriens is considered by many of his peers to potentially be one of the most powerful human Psykers in the Imperium. He has demonstrated a seemingly innate ability to craft the Immaterium to his needs. As he grows in experience then so too do his psychic abilities, coupled with his access to many proscribed writings and first-hand experience with the Warp, many Inquisitors either fear or encourage how far Oriens will be able to push his mental abilities. This is used by many of his detractors though as evidence that he is obviously corrupt and under the sway of the ruinous powers.

Oriens has done nothing to dissuade his detractors with his continued research into the Warp and other abominations. He finds of particular interest artifacts and weapons that are Warp-tainted or somehow imbued with the Immaterium’s energies. He has recovered more warp-tainted artifacts than any other living Inquisitor and it is believed by some that the items he has turned over for destruction or safe keeping is but a drop in the ocean of his own private collection.

Like many Inquisitors’ Oriens has assembled a dedicated group of soldiers, doctors and other cut throats to act as researchers, bodyguards and on occasion he has collected criminals for use as test subjects. Ordos Hereticus operatives have time and again accused the Inquisitor of consorting with Daemons. They have yet to secure firm evidence, but it can only be a matter of time as the Inquisitor rarely travels without one pet bound daemon. He has found these creatures very useful for their power is almost limitless. Often his Coterie undertakes their duties bolstered by strange and archaic devices and weapons that have been recovered or seized. The more knowledgeable amongst them know full well the implications of using banned weapons, but they do it without question because their leader asks.

These accusations fall on the deaf ears of the Lord Inquisitors as the Inquisitors work rate and success is second to none. It is for these reasons that he is given a certain level of freedom to persecute the Inquisitions shadow war against the Warp. But Oriens has become very brazen with his research and methods and perhaps with continued pushing from the Puritan factions of the Inquisition Oriens luck and favor may be coming to an end.

Recently Inquisitor Oriens has turned his attention to the Tau and in particular the breakaway sect of Commander Farsight. Oriens is well aware of the stress on the flesh that the Daemonhosts he creates causes and he believes that binding the entities into more durable forms that of weapons and machines are an answer for the Imperium’s need for more powerful weapons. He is also aware that Commander Farsight found a relic blade during his battles against the Orks. This blade interests the Inquisitor as he firmly believes it is a daemonblade, yet the potential age of this weapon may predate the coming of Man and therefore be of a much more stable variety than many newer weapons.

His activities against the Tau Empire have again brought him into close contact with Inquisitor Hiroko of the Ordos Xenos, an expert on the Tau race and oft times ally of the Radical Inquisitor, for a time they worked closely together until the Inquisition voiced its disapproval. Since then, Oriens has thrown himself into his work, becoming more and more distant and intense. His own Coterie has begun to wonder what gruesome end their Lord and leader will guide them to.
Time will tell whether the methods of Inquisitor Grendl Oriens and his Coterie are to be tolerated by the Imperium. The Inquisitor currently has more allies than he has detractors and while he continues to succeed he is relatively safe from reprisals. However, he has grown bold in questioning the authority of his order and what he perceives as an over cautious nature. He must be careful not to alienate himself from those that approve of his methods as they are the only thing standing between him and a short trial. So far the older and wiser members of his Inner Circle have counseled him well enough to bite his tongue more than once. His life may well depend on whether he continues to listen to the ones that know him best.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Nov 18 2013, 01:42 PM
Post #8


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



Inquisitor Tasetus is the epitome of everything the common people see in an Inquisitor. Fiery rhetoric, uncompromising standards, unflinching search for the truth and quite, quite, mad. Tasetus is very young by the standards of the Inquisition, but his devout and unflinching adherence to the Monodominant factions of the Inquisition saw him rise swiftly from disciple, to Interrogator to full blown Inquisitor. However, the rise in ranks has had an unforseen effect on the psyche of the young man.

Where members of the Inquisition often let their power go to their head and they succumb to the lure of more and more power, the effect that the powers of the Inquisition have had on Tasetus is that he sees evil, corruption and witchcraft wherever he treads. He has become almost unmanageable often accusing, trying and then executing everyone and everything from the lowliest mutant throwback, through to planetary Governors and members of the Ecclesiarchy. Such is the power of an Inquisitor though that none dare question his authority.

He was however quickly sanctioned by the Inquisition and a removal order was given as his purges had reached a level of mania generally associated with one mad with power or possessed of a Daemon. However, a stay of execution was reached when Witch Hunter Tyrus spoke on his behalf. Tyrus subjected the Inquisitor to months of soul destroying, physically punishing interrogation and questioning. He found no taint, just a burning drive and desire to see all sinners punished. Tyrus argued that one so devout was a potent weapon. Therefore, the care and management of Tasetus fell to the Witch Hunter. Tyrus uses his new protégé as a weapon of fear and terror. Unleashing him on an unsuspecting populous. The name of Inquisitor Tasetus is possibly one of the most well known in the Imperium, for the threat of him coming to a planet causes the populace to fall on themselves confessing every sin and vice in the hopes of mercy.

Tasetus cares not for guilty or innocent for he sees everyone is guilty of some sin, he regularly punishes himself for even the slightest perceived sin. Just the threat of his imminent arrival has seen the nobility of a planet admit consorting with aliens and worse and beg forgiveness for their mistakes. There never is any, for Tasetus knows no sympathy for the damned. Tyrus does keep a firm leash on his young protégé as there have been incidents where whole noble lines have been wiped out because there was suspicion they were hiding something from the Inquisitor.

In recent years however, Tyrus has become loathe to release his rabid hound for fear that he will go too far. Therefore, the Witch Hunter set a new task for Tasetus; to root out the corruption inherent in many members of the Inquisition. So Tasetus has begun a new pogrom of execution, levelled squarely at his own order. But this has angered many members of the Inquisition; one man has no right to sit in judgement against the Emperor’s Holy Inquisition. Many outside of the Puritan factions and enough within saw this move as a way for Tyrus to settle grudges and rivalries and it would not be tolerated.

However, Tyrus is a charismatic and influential Inquisitor and many within the Inquisition did not want to appear to be hiding secrets or to start open conflict between factions. A compromise was reached; Tasetus would carry out an audit on the activities of the Inquisition and its members. Any that have been found to transgress would be brought before a conclave of their peers and their actions would be judged. In theory it was a sound plan, the Witch Finders ability to weed out corruption would silence many of the Puritan’s that vocally claimed that too many Inquisitor’s had lost their way. But in practice it has not been so successful.

Inquisitors are by and large secretive individuals that do not take kindly to being pursued. Therefore, Tasetus’s attempts to bring any Inquisitor to conclave have met with bloodshed. For Witch Finder Tasetus this is the greatest admission of guilt possible. This has led to an even greater restraint being put on the Inquisitor, he is now accompanied by hand-picked servants from various Inquisitors’ war bands so they can watch, counsel and guide the Witch Finder. It is a dangerous task, as Tasetus isn’t above suspecting his Coven of wrong doing. Therefore, only the most pious and devout are chosen to accompany the Inquisitor.

Tasetus has gone quiet for the last few years as he searches for his latest target; a pair of Inquisitors that have managed to elude him on numerous occasions. Inquisitors Oriens and Hiroko, he has accused both of Heresy and consorting with Daemons and Xenos. Repeated requests to have them both branded as traitors so he does not need to bring them before conclave have fallen on deaf ears. The two Radical Inquisitors are some of the best and brightest in the order and the evidence against them is circumstantial at best.

These constant refusals though have pushed the already unbalanced Witch Finder to the brink as he knows they are guilty, even if he can’t prove it to his superiors. It is now a delicate game for his minders to guide Tasetus into finding the evidence he needs and prevent him from simply pursuing his quarry until the bloody end. Although the reports that are filed by his Coven have become much more sporadic than before and it is with little doubt Tasetus will disobey his orders once again.


Inquisitor Hiroko would be considered by many of her contemporaries to be a Radical in the extreme, if they knew of her existence. Over her career Hiroko has spent no more than twenty of her ninety years of service inside the territories of the Imperium. She is a firm adherent to the Calixis Faction of the Xeno Hybris believers amongst the Ordos Xenos.

The Xeno Hybris is a Radical faction that has existed within the Calixis Sector for almost as long as it has been a part of the Imperium. It is speculated that the faction grew out of a gathering of Radical Ordo Xenos Inquisitors and agents drawn to the sector in search of clues to lost alien civilizations. Whatever the case, today the faction works diligently to uncover alien technology and better understand the alien mind. Inquisitors of this faction believe that there is much to learn from the aliens of the galaxy and only by cooperation with the other intelligent star faring races can the true enemy of all sentient life be defeated. Needless to say, these beliefs often bring them into conflict with Monodominants and their followers, who view any dealing with xenos as an abomination.

Hiroko takes every opportunity to experience and interact with as many alien species as she can, often this sees her amongst some of the most dangerous frontier planets and areas of quarantined space. But her wealth of knowledge that every decade or so she returns to the Imperium to impart to other members of the Inquisition so that they can learn from her experiences. Many read her collective works in private, as to admit to following her work is seen by many to be colluding with a traitor. In particular Hiroko is known as one of the foremost experts in the rising Tau race. She has spent many years sparring verbally with members of the Water Caste and has on numerous occasions been given access to one of their precious Ethereal Cast members.
Hiroko and her kill team of experienced and seasoned warriors make extensive use of alien weapons and technology. In fact she often travels with different species making her retinue a colourful and varied assortment of what the universe can offer. She has recently been dealing with a trio of Jokaero Weapon smiths who have been outfitting her star ship with experimental weaponry that would make the tiny craft the equal of an Imperial Frigate. Why she sees the need for such a weapons upgrade is unclear, but she is a sensible woman tempered by years of experience and if she thinks it is necessary then the Imperium should follow suit.

Recently Inquisitor Hiroko has chosen to return to known space and is heading for the Damocles Gulf where the Imperium and Tau Empire still contest territory. She received a request for information from her close associate Inquisitor Oriens. Together, the two Inquisitors were a formidable combination, saving uncounted lives and worlds through their actions. The Inquisition as an organisation forced the two to split company many years ago and the split has been a sore point since. It has been the first time in many, many years that Oriens has contacted Hiroko and she intends to provide more than just information to her friend. She believes it is high time that they began to work together again. She does not intend to give Oriens a choice in the matter and has begun to track him down.

In the meantime, Hiroko has begun investigation into some of the newer species to join the Tau Empire. She is always interested in the way a species begins to flourish under the protection of the Tau. On a number of occasions a species on the brink of extinction entered into the collective of Tau society and their species as a whole began to succeed. She would like to know if it is true that the Greater Good so often espoused in her conversations with the Water Caste is true or there is a more sinister reason whether it is chemical, psychic or other manufactured success. Her search for Oriens allows her to sate her curiosity while continuing to keep an ear out for leads to his whereabouts and activities.

It can be dangerous for the Inquisitor to be in Imperial Space for long. She has not garnered many allies in her life, particularly not many high ranking ones. This leaves her open to accusations of consorting with Aliens and censure by the more Puritan factions of her order. Even though many read her works and have learnt from her experiences, few, if any, would speak up in her defence should a Monodominant or other Puritan were to raise objection to her life. Therefore, she keeps a low profile, only revealing her true nature if absolutely necessary, as many in her order do not know what she looks like. Her greatest defence has always been anonymity. In fact there have been a number of occasions where she has taken the guise of a mere Interrogator or other lowly serf within the Inquisition or a Rogue Trader outside it.

There is one Inquisitor that Hiroko fears above all others. Witchfinder Tasetus the fiery and quite possibly insane member of the Ordos Hereticus. Tasetus has levelled accusation after accusation against Hiroko and they have clashed on several occasions. She believes that he will not resort to the expected arrest and trial that is the right of any Inquisitor accused of heresy and instead will move straight to execution. This is compounded by the fact she has made him look like a fool every time the two have crossed paths. There are members of her Kill Team though that would like nothing more than to have another opportunity to end the Witchfinder as he has the blood of some of their friends on his hands and they thirst for revenge.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Feb 13 2014, 07:32 AM
Post #9


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



It's been a while since I put any of my creative writing out for critique. So I thought I would throw a couple of pieces up. One is for Warhammer 40k (for a distant dream of a World Eater army I want to do) and the other is for Warhammer Fantasy (for a Clan Skryre based Skaven army). Please have a read through and let me know what you think, neither piece has had an edit so I apologize if I haven't caught any of the grammatical or spelling errors. I will post the two stories separately so it is easier to navigate them.

So onto the World Eaters (sort of...)

“I am going to die.” It was a Mantra that Trooper Larrson had become used to over the previous few days. It wasn’t his fault some of his Company had allowed Baing Kourk City to be overrun, and then there was the untimely ‘death’ of the Regimental Commissar. So now he found himself and the survivors of his Company stationed at Forlorn Hope, a line of Bastions that was all that stood between Hive Amounstas and the invading Traitors. They had been tasked with holding the line for the army behind them to redress their battle. They were woefully under-manned and short on supplies. They had been bolstered by a handful of Dark Angels, but they had refused to communicate with the Guardsmen so Trooper Larrson had no idea what they were doing here.

“I am going to die.” Trooper Larrson was snapped out of his maudlin ponderings by the scream of an incoming artillery bombardment. He instinctively ducked as the pitch of the approaching shells grew in crescendo. But his initial fears were allayed as the bombardment carried far across their lines. He realised with a start it must have come from their lines! They hadn’t been deserted, they had artillery support. As soon as the elation had come, it died in his throat, that wasn’t support, they were ranging their guns.

“I am going to die.” Again Trooper Larrson was dragged from his thoughts by distant screams and war cries. So it had begun. Like the rest of his shattered Company they dragged themselves from whatever hole they had crawled into to catch a last moment of respite. There was no going back. They would be shot on sight by their ‘comrades’ and it was unlikely the invaders would stop to ask questions. Peering over the parapet of the Bastion his breath caught in his throat.

“I am going to die.” At the edge of the artillery craters he saw Space Marines. But where the few Dark Angels he had seen were of noble bearing these Marines were the stuff of nightmare. Brass spikes jutted out at odd angles from armour the colour of dried blood. They paused only to gather their numbers and then began a desperate charge straight at their defensive position. It surely would be suicide?

“I am going to die.” The thought came unbidden and unwanted to his mind as he was distracted from the rapidly advancing Marines by a commotion further down the line. There was an unpleasant smell of ozone that was accompanied by the screams of the dying. Trooper Larrson forced himself to concentrate on the advancing Marines so he didn’t have to think about what was going on.

“I am going to die.” Having resolved himself to the mantra that had now built up serious momentum in his head he cranked the forward facing heavy bolter around to try and at vent some of his impotent rage and anger at the hopelessness of his situation. He got a dim satisfaction out of the buck and roar of the Heavy Bolter as it spewed hundreds of rounds towards his target. But what he had mistaken as a charge of savages instead proved to be a methodical and swift advance from cover to cover. The Marines charging at full speed towards the line were still making expert use of cover and managing to avoid the worst of the fire storm.

“I am going to die.” Larrson let out an anguished cry of frustration. It wasn’t fair, he had no way out and he couldn’t even take some of them with him to meet the Emperor. He noticed through the firing slit the Dark Angels were moving to intercept the first of the spiked Marines at the foot of his Bastion. His heart lifted at the thought of salvation and he watched on with earnest. However, it was a short lived affair. The Dark Angels were woefully out-manned and out-classed. The dark green of their armour disappearing beneath a tide of red; the combat was so brutal that Larrson threw up, was it just him or could he smell the stench of the slaughter below him?

“I am going to die.” The dull krump of Melta charges signalled to him that it was now his turn. He knew now that his mantra was right. With a serenity born of acceptance he picked up his lasgun and shouldered his pack for one last time and began to descend the stairs to meet the invaders face to face. He met them coming up through the doorway, whatever inspired him he managed to snap a shot from the hip that hit the first Marine in its disfigured Pauldron. It didn’t even slow him down.

“I am dead.” Larrson’s last few moments were acted out in what seemed like slow motion. The red tide came rushing forward and he could see clearly now that the red of their armour was not painted, it was actually dried blood. Amongst the brass spikes and skulls he could even make out the blue and white of the armours original colours. There would be no time to ponder the significance of this as Larrson’s last moments of awareness were of his head viewing his headless body being smashed into a bloody pulp and the cry of the victorious Marines.

“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD. SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE OF KHORNE!”

Addendum: Battle of Forlorn Hope, outskirts of Amounstas Hive.
Compiled: Inquisitor Baile Orgust
Security: Crimson Alpha-Alpha
Begin Transmission: Pict capture recovered from Forlorn Hope Bastion II/VSR-1: After the defenders had time to reorganise and repulse the invading Traitors efforts were made to resecure the defensive perimeter at Forlorn Hope. All footage and images have thus been seized and sealed by the Holy Inquisition for analysis and dissemination to relevant forces. A side note that the Warband made up of World Eater Legionnaires captured in the vid and pict logs did not take part in any further engagements. Their whereabouts and methods of transportation are a high priority and I will be forwarding this missive on to the Grey Knights.



Now for the Clan Skryre story:

“Fool-Fools how could you have let the man-things get their hairless paws on those plan-plans. Clan Skryre depends upon the quality of my work-work and now all the progress that has been made is lost-lost. Someone is going to pay-pay!” Naktit Spintail was furious. The Skaven outpost of Greypaw Hollow had become a premier research warren for his Clan. Ever since he had arrived after the disastrous events following the visit from Grey Seer Thanquol the Warlock Engineer had sought to rebuild the Hollow better than it had ever been.

Naktit was a humble servant to Clan Skryre but he allowed a small modicum of pride to swell his chest when he took in the breadth of what he had achieved with Greypaw Hollow, regular deliveries of arms and armour and new designs for the betterment of the Skaven people were being shipped out and bucket loads of raw warpstone was flooding in. It surely was a golden age and it was in no small part to Naktit.

The assembled clan rats had followed there instructions just as they were told, hide the latest parcel of plans in the thirteenth baggage cart of the thirteenth caravan to leave the city. How were they meant to know that the thirteenth caravan only had eleven carts? They had secreted the parcel in the second cart of the fourteenth caravan. It wasn’t their fault that the stupid caravan driver decided to get attacked by a group of flamboyant Ogres just outside of town. “Answer-answers! I want answers, do you hear me-me? Which one of you no good turncoats chose to hide-hide the plans in a different caravan? Tell me-me! Or was it that you told the giant man-things where to find my work? Ah that’s it isn’t it-it? You told them where to find our secret-secrets. Well-well if none of you is going to talk-talk I can’t risk having traitors in our midst.” The Warlock Engineer turned a few dials on his equipment and an ominous glow began to form around his arm as the Warp Condensor on his back began to draw in power.

“Enough! Calm down-down. Your plan was flaw-flawed. Why you don’t just employ the runners of Clan Eshin as you have-have been instructed to is-is beyond any logic-logic.” Another Engineer had wandered into the workshop and was casually examining some of the construction that was going on. Unlike Naktit who was a weak example of a Skaven and relied heavily upon his Engineering ability for protection this Engineer was tall and broad, obvious pseudo-magical mechanics had replaced much of his body and he had an aura of calm missing in most Skaven.

“Master Engineer Zapskratch, I had no idea you had already managed to return to the hollow-hollow. Welcome back, you must be exhausted after such a march-march. Did you by any chance-chance catch up to the Ogres?” Upon hearing the news of the attack the real head of Greypaw Hollow had set out immediately to retrieve his property. It hadn’t taken long for the Skaven to track the Ogre’s, a blind and deaf beggar could track an ogre.

“We-we were most successful, Ogres are foolish brutes, nothing like the marvellous creations of Clan Moulder. But we did not need to defeat the Ogres openly, my operatives were able to infiltrate their camp and steal back my plan-plans without them knowing the treasure trove they really had.” Zapskratch had no intention on telling his inflated underling that in reality the Ogres had already abandoned the cart and he simply retrieved the bundle of drawings from the wreckage. “If we had needed to though, we would have easily defeated them. I had only said-said the word and my faithful war leader Packstab would have attacked.” Up until this moment Naktit had not even noticed the creature that now unfolded itself from the shadows. It smelt utterly un-Skaven. Even more than Zapskratch the Warlords body was now more machine than rat.

“Warlord-Warlord Pakstab….I had no idea that you had successfully completed the modifications to his new body. It looks like-like you have done a marvellous job-job.” Both Pakstab and Zapskratch had been present during the disaster that was Grey Seer Thanquols stay and as such had felt the full might of the Seer. It was a minor miracle that either had survived. Naktit had rebuilt much of the other Engineer’s body fully believing he had included enough control devices that he would be able to order his senior Engineer around. That had lasted less than two days. In turn, Zapskratch had begun work on rebuilding Pakstab, the former Warlord of Grey Paw hollow. Naktit vowed to have his spies beaten for not informing him that the Warlord was up and running. He looked nervously up and down the metal behemoth. “It is most-most excellent news your brilliance was able to overcome our enemies. I will make sure personally that the shipment of these plans is completed this time. I will leave with all haste.”

“No-no, I want you here, where I can see you. You are-are far too valuable to Grey Paw hollow for any accidents of the road to befall you. I will make sure that the plans are delivered to where they need to be. Speaking of, I want Pakstab to stay with you at all times from now on. Your safety is my utmost concern and he is the most capable warrior in the Warren.” With that Zapskratch turned and left, with the leather bound package firmly in his remaining clawed hand.

Naktit looked up and down the Warlord nervously but Pakstab stood as motionless as a statue. If he could just identify the control devices he could make the Warlord his, but as he approached the rat machine it snapped into action, lightly stepping into a battle stance and numerous weapons snapped into view. The Engineer quickly retreated and swore that one day he would find a way to outwit his mentor.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Feb 18 2014, 08:24 AM
Post #10


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



Time again for a little light reading, this time I have focused on the Orks of Warhammer 40k, I have attempted to use some Orky language so my spell checking has gone haywire, but I feel it is really necessary to bring their culture across.

This is to go with a Mek heavy Ork army in the future, so it involves a Big Mek and his ideas for the settlement.

“Roight then ya lazee useless Grotz!!!” Lugbadz bellowed at his Grot Oilers, the smart ones ran for the cover afforded by the various trukks littered around the Big Meks work area.

“Me an’ Grubnatz are runnin this town now an’ iz time evrywone needz to know it.” In his massive fist the Ork Mek held a wad of dirty, tattered papers with crude drawings and almost illegible hand writing. That didn’t mean much as most Orks couldn’t read anyway.

“You!” The Meks long dirty, clawed finger pointed at a Grot that had not been fast enough to reach a hiding spot. The quivering Grot turned nervously towards his brutish master.

“Yes Boss?” The smaller greenskins thin reedy voice sounded hollow and barely carried across the workshop. The creature hesitantly walked its way across the oily floor. Each step was slightly shorter and slower than the one before it. Ever wary of his Masters physical might and fiery temper.

“Hurry it up ya waste of space. I aint got all day. Ya need to gather more of yer little blighters and stick these up all over da place. If it don’t move then it gets a poster. It was Grubnutz idea and I like it so from now on it’s my idea. The lazy Deff Skullz of this town need to know we iz in charge and da boyz can rely on us for top gear and gunz.

Maybe once enough of them haz got all tooled up we can go stomp some oomies and flat faced goons an get some right proper loot. What sort of Deff Skullz are these anyway that don’t wantz ta go lootin???”

The Big Mek had gone off on a rant; he and his fellow Big Mek had successfully ousted the former Warboss of Sixx’s Horn Outpost. The Ork Stronghold was dangerously short on loot and salvage for the liking of any true Deathskull clan member. But fortune had smiled on the blue faced Orks as an Imperial Crusade had been ponderously making its way into Ork held space. The Big Meks had made their move so as to maximise the amount of loot and plunder they could get from the upcoming battles.

Now was the time to consolidate their position and then get down to some good old fashioned looting when the Crusade arrived. They just needed to get the boys equipped in a manner befitting a proud Deathskull Loota. So once his Grot Oilers had advertised the new order of things and the Boyz came by to upgrade their gear it would be time to start a good old fashion scavenger hunt and the Imperial Crusade posed the perfect opportunity to weed out the pretenders from the true scrap hunters.

The Grot looked down at the papers in its small clawed hands and wondered what all the squiggly lines meant. But after a moment of scratching its own rear end it scampered off. It was not worth being caught trying to think by the Boss. Better to just do as it was told and keep its head down…..


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Mar 24 2014, 11:54 AM
Post #11


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



I have had yet another hiatus from the hobby scene. These always seem to coincide with getting a massive surge of enthusiasm. As if someone is trying to stop me..... (waves fist impotently at the sky while cursing the universe).

Anyway, I have decided to show off a little of the Tau fluff I have written. It is a little bit different, focusing on a "rogue" element for a Tau Empire army I want to build (would have next to no battlesuits) and then the next piece is my take on Farsight Enclave interactions (again for an army I want to build which would be ALL battlesuits).

This first piece is from the perspective of two of the Inquisitors I have created. There is some fluff further up the page for them....


Inquisitor Hiroko,
My esteemed colleague and friend, I seek your advice again in the matters of the Xenos Tau. It is beyond my bounds of expertise how these creatures normally operate on all but a passing level. My interests lie in a very different realm of corruption. However, I am aware that these Xenos hold to a belief of the ‘Greater Good’, but it seems that their united front is not quite as solid as they would wish it to be. We are aware of the renegade Commander ‘Farsight’ and his apparent secession from the Tau Empire. However, I have become aware of more Tau that have apparently left the area of control of the Ethereal Caste.

During my investigation of the Artefact Worlds that lie within the Damocles Gulf, it is to be noted I believe the artefact blade ‘Farsight’ wields is a Chaos artefact and I was trying to find proof on the world of Arthas Moloch, here I learnt of a Tau cadre and its young Commander that also ventured to this planet before moving on. He is an unusual type, having eschewed the use of a Battle Suit and remained with his Fire Warrior Brethren.

I instantly sent operatives to learn more and this is what I discovered: Born on their home world of Tau, Commander Shas’El’Res’Tau was a military prodigy, but also exhibited intense xenophobia and racism. He would often ignore non-Tau auxiliaries in favour of his own species technology and abilities. This preference was seen as detrimental and the ‘Ethereal’ Caste tried, in vain it turned out, to remove this trait and have their protégé to adopt a true Greater Good. It was during this time that the young Commander started to research the writings of Commander ‘Farsight’.

On numerous occasions he requested permission to seek out the outcast ‘Farsight’, obviously these were denied without reservation. So it comes as a great surprise that El’Res eventually led an unsanctioned force of like-minded Tau on what I can only call a pilgrimage. As he followed in the footsteps of his elder rather than be stopped by other Tau forces his army grew larger. It was while I was on the Artefact World of Arthas Moloch that his forces arrived. They did not remain long nor as far as I could tell take anything with them. From here they entered the Farsight Enclaves.

I am unaware of what went on there and likely never will, but the force that left was much diminished, because of violence or disagreement or through some elements wanting to remain is uncertain. But they headed for Imperial space and I know they encountered our own forces as well as the Eldar, Orks and renegades. It was some time before I heard anything further of this Commander and his forces, but when next I knew he was far to the south of Tau space fighting against a splinter Hive Fleet of the Tyranids. Whether this is to protect his people or seeking greater challenge I do not know.

What I need to know is whether the Ruinous Powers have a way to corrupt these Xenos, if there is, it becomes even more imperative to destroy them as there seeming unwillingness to understand the threat of the Warp could hand Chaos an easily manipulated army right on our doorstep. It is too big a threat to ignore.
Your ally, Inquisitor Grendl Oriens, Ordos Malleus.

Grendl,
Have the years been that hard on you? Why so formal? Once we shared a ready laugh. We should catch up when next you surface. I am really not sure why you seek my aid. You seemed to know a great deal about the Xenos Tau and your observations are very accurate. I am aware of Commander El’Res and his case is seemingly unique as far as I know. I am unwilling to believe the Primordial Annihilator has anything to do with his departure, more likely some level of mental damage. But Farsight is a far different matter.

You are best to ignore the young Tau and focus on uncovering what Farsight discovered on Arthas Moloch, I believe he was the first to secede and through him we may find why more have left. I believe he is the answer to the questions you have and I am more than willing to combine my forces with you on this. Don’t think I can’t handle myself in the field. Just ask the Black Templars.

As always, your faithful ally and truest friend.
Hiroko, Ordos Xenos


Second Tau (Farsight Enclaves version) story:

“Esteemed Earth Caste brother, please realign the focusing modulators by point seven degrees, I believe that will give me greater control over the dispersion and output of my Fusion Blades.” The foreboding figure of Commander Sunforge’s armour came to a halt before the stout Earth Caste engineer who was manning the controls of the test facility.

“Commander Sunforge, you do realise that this is the eighth modification to your fusion blades this last relaxation cycle? You need to stop testing and training and get out and enjoy the sunshine.” With his light-hearted admonishment done with the Earth Caste member hefted his trusty multi-tool and approached the venerated Battlesuit. With deft hands and a well-practiced eye he quickly detached the first fusion blaster from its hard point on the suits left arm.

“You know, if you wanted me to I could also try and shave the focusing crystals to a finer edge, it may buy you a few more minutes of use out in the field?” An automated trolley had accompanied the Engineer and its many articulated arms bore the weight of the weapon onto its work surface.

The Battlesuits ‘head’ swivelled to examine the Engineer and the optics whirred as it brought him into greater focus. “Anything you can do to improve efficiency would be appreciated. My Hunter Cadre must be at peak performance at all times for when Farsight needs us.” With a hiss of hydraulics and the escape of a contained atmosphere the Battlesuit opened up to reveal the old and wizened Fire Warrior within. He gingerly climbed down from the cockpit and stood beside the Earth Caste member as he removed the second Fusion Blaster. “You know your talents are under-utilised here. You are far better than a mechanic and you should be involved in researching new technologies.”

“Ha! And leave this life of quiet contemplation and service to the Enclave?” A smile spread across the Engineers face and he laid a hand upon the shoulder of his Fire Caste friend. It encompassed the entirety of his friend’s bony shoulder. “Besides, with your constant tinkering and complaints I am kept on my toes just trying to keep up with you and your Cadre. I feel better if it is me that shoulders the responsibility of preparing you and your warriors. It is hard enough that you must maintain a constant readiness to race off to face some threat to the region at a moment’s notice. You are being pushed too hard.”

“It is our duty to protect the ideals of the Enclave and that requires us to be on constant guard. There are as few who are well suited to the rapid deployment as my Cadre, it is how I have moulded them.” It was the well-rehearsed response that his friend had developed from when the Water Caste came knocking for a photo and something positive to send out to the growing Empire. But a fatigue had crept into the delivery that worried the Engineer the most.

“Yes, yes I know the party line, but I don’t want to be servicing the Battlesuit of Sunforge’s successor….” What had started to blurt out at a frustrated retort died in his throat when he realised how morbid it sounded. “Ah, I, sorry. I did not mean to insinuate anything. Just that I do not want to lose a friend to the demands of the Enclaves. Let the younger ones shoulder some of the responsibility.”

The old Fire Warrior embraced his friend. “I thank you for your concern. But I am old; I do not have many more years left in me even if I were to hang up the bonding knife. I want to serve my remaining days and if I can teach a few tricks along the way. War will more than likely take me. But that is the nature of my Caste. Just do me one more favour. Do not hold any ill-will towards the next occupant of my armour. Hopefully you can guide them as you have always guided me.”

Before the Engineer could respond a drone raced into the workshop. “Commander Sunforge, your presence is required in the planning sphere immediately. Your Cadre is to ship out to a new warzone within 6 hours.” With its message received it turned on its axis and raced back out again. The two friends stood looking at each other for a few moments, seemingly unable to find the right words. With a faint smile Commander Sunforge snapped his Engineer a salute, spun on his heel and walked away.

The Engineer watched the old, injured warrior leave his domain. With a tear brimming in his eye he wondered if this would be the last time the grizzled veteran walked out of his workshop having demanded the finest of alterations to his wargear. He didn’t know if he could continue his work if Sunforge was ever laid low by the many enemies that assailed his people. Shaking the sentimentality and despair from his head he turned back to the formidable Battelsuit and prepared to begin the modifications, he friend would die one day, but not due to lack of effort on his behalf.

Hope you enjoy the read.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Apr 16 2014, 09:00 AM
Post #12


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



Time again for me to take the stories out of my head and put them into the public eye. Please feel free to scrutinize and offer suggestions. This time we are coming out of the realm of Chaos and introducing my long suffering Chaos Lord Ashenvaal. I have always wanted to do a Warhammer Chaos force with a core of hard bitten Chaos Warriors supported by hordes of Marauders. I know it is a bit of a cookie cutter idea. But I like my theme. On to the story:

“The coward is fleeing! Ferxis bring me his head; his God will not get his soul this day.” With the roared order from his Lord, Ferxis turned his mighty armored steed and sped off in pursuit of the fleeing Chaos Warrior. His Knights closed ranks upon him without the need of a command. They quickly closed on their quarry and it would not be long before he would end the fetid existence of Gangrux the Corpulent.

“My Lord, the village of the Empire has been preserved from the blight of Nurgle, what would you have us do with it?” Gaurgrim addressed the enormous armored warrior who he had sworn his fealty and that of his tribesman to.

“Burn it to the ground, kill all you find except one, let the word spread of what happened here today.” Ashenvaal turned to survey the battlefield; the Storm Crow outriders had brought word that an army devoted to the disgusting God Nurgle had besieged a small Empire town not far from Storm Crow territory. They had pushed hard to reach the battle and engaged immediately. But no sooner had the Nurgle worshiping scum been defeated Ashenvaal turned his army on the defenders of the town.

Ashenvaal had once been a devoted servant to the Chaos gods, but he had been deceived by their games and his loyal armies had been decimated when they turned their gaze to another. Therefore, Ashenvaal, who still did not know how or why he and a handful of his most able warriors had survived, had turned their backs on the Gods. Ever since that horror filled night in the Chaos Wastes as he was forced to watch his army crumble into raving madmen and spawn, his surviving troops had attacked any that aligned themselves to any God.

Ashenvaal watched as warriors from the Storm Crow tribe brought mayhem and destruction to the town. Screams and cries of agony could be heard above the roaring fires. The Storm Crow tribe had found the tattered remnants of Ashenvaal’s army wandering aimlessly through their territory, it was Gaurgrim’s wish to destroy the few warriors before more came, but Maydeth, the Shaman of the tribe counseled her Chieftain that there were more to these warriors.

The gods had never been kind to the Storm Crows, so they had turned their back on them. So it was that the faithless Storm Crows united with the Warriors who had lost their faith to commence a war of their own against the religious fanatics that surrounded them. They had become a formidable force many times ambushing and destroying followers of the Gods and despoiling their idols and icons.

Ashenvaal’s train of thought was interrupted by the wet splat of Gangrux’s head landing at his feet. “He didn’t get too far; his rotting body was no match for a charging Knight.” Ferxis was still energized by the chase and Ashenvaal regarded his most able and trusted warrior. He looked down and gave a mighty kick to the head which exploded into a cloud of rotting meat and brain.

“We did well today; this force was on the march and needed supplies, why do you think a force of such size was moving openly in the Empire’s domain?” Recently there had been a commotion further north with many war bands marching into the realms of the southern men. It had created easy pickings for the Storm Crows, but something much bigger was afoot.

“I think you are well aware of the reason Chaos is heading south in great numbers Lord, but as always you wish me to put voice to that knowledge? It’s Archaon, he has summoned them, and he means to bring Chaos to the entire world.” The Champion took a step back, he knew what was coming as it always did and prepared himself.

“Archaon? That conniving, cowardly piece of no good filth! How has he done this? When last we crossed he was a stripling in need of a lesson, not the ‘Lord of the End Times’. That is it; we move south, I will have his head once and for all. He is the cause and reason for what happened to us and he will PAY!”

What his Lord raved was true, many, many years previously Ashenvaal’s warband encountered a man wandering the wastes on his own, the stripling challenge Ashenvaal to a fight for undying loyalty, although he fought surprisingly well he could not defeat Ashenvaal, but instead of end his life, Ashenvaal spared him and offered him a place in his army so he could learn discipline and respect, the stranger declined and with a smile on his lips he promised to return one day and punish Ashenvaal for that insult.

What none of them realized at the time was that they had spared not only their own doom, but probably the doom of the world that day. Ferxis had seen Archaon several times recently and he doubted that even his Lord stood a chance against him now. But that man had destroyed their lives and he would sell his life dearly to give Ashenvaal even a slim chance of taking the head of that stripling like he should have done the first time they crossed paths.

With the flames of the dying town at their backs, the War band began its march into the Empire, none of them thought they would return to see their homes again, but their destiny lay in the lands of the South men and they would see it through to the bitter end.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post May 16 2014, 02:42 PM
Post #13


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



I am not a big fan of doing Space Marine fluff, I find they are often overdone and a little too good. However, they are the heroes of the setting and I intend to one day have armies from the loyalist Chapters. So I thought if I did a bit from the enemy and then a bit from the Marines it would make them a little easier to do. So I chose the White Scars on a little hunt......let me know what you think.

The wind tore at his tunic and its incessant roar had robbed him of some of his hearing, but this seemed to bother the rider little as the large Greenskin hunkered down and pushed the screaming engine of his warbike even harder. He squinted through its pilfered goggles at the rest of his Mob. They were all careening wildly across the open plains of this world, churning up great clumps of grass and mud as they sought to outdo each other with speed and tricks born of minds too dim-witted to know fear. They were out riding for the Warboss who was trundling up far too slowly for the likes of his Mob so they had leapt at the chance to break away and seek new targets for the Horde.

The tattered formation used by the Ork bikers disgusted him, it lacked any sort of coordination or finesse, it rankled his sensibilities just to observe them through his helmets magnification. Their wild and careless advance was easy to track, but his Khan had better ideas than simply destroying these Orks. If they could lead the outriders on a wild goose chase, the following horde would also get tied up in the chase, they would then be easy prey for the rest of the Brotherhood to encircled and tear to pieces as they pleased. It was imperative to force the larger horde off the open planes where their numbers would be overwhelming to the White Scars bikers.

Breaking his gaze away from the anarchy that was the Ork bikers advance he turned his attention to the Marines behind him. With the dawn rising behind them their white armor made them look every bit the avenging angels that the Imperium and its enemies new them as. “Mount up, it is time to enact phase one of the hunt.”

Without panic or fanfare each Marine straddled the enormous bikes that their Chapter was famous for. Sergeant Shagdur gunned the engine and roared down the escarpment that had served to conceal their presence from the Greenskins. It was not their role in the hunt to act as bait. They would be the hammer that ended the hordes outriders. It was up to the Neophytes of his Chapter to lead them to him.

With a feral howl the large of the Greenskin bikers forced his straining bike up an embankment and used the elevation to leap a dry riverbed that most of his mob had decided to ride around. “Cowards!” He yelled and swiveled in the saddle to stick his middle finger at the rest of his mob just in time to see Gotsmek bike explode from underneath him in a ball of greasy, black smoke. The rag-doll form of the Ork was catapulted into the air.

Without slowing down the large Ork swung about looking for the cause of the explosion. There; a streak of white amongst the browns and greens of the plains. More of the white blurs crossed in front of his mob blowing Grubnutz from his saddle with a grenade as they roared past. The Ork new this threat well and he wheeled his bike around and begun to give chase not caring if his mob was following or not. These were Space Marines, real competition for him and his boys. As he drew closer he was slightly disappointed as these were skinny Marines. They were generally only for scouting the enemy, but they were running now and that meant they were going to lead them to the real Marines for sure. The large Ork reached back on the saddle of his bike and flicked a switch, after a moment his engine started to rattle and then his exhaust began to billow a foul smelling black cloud that trailed up into the sky. It was his signal to the Boss that he had found something to stomp.

“My Khan, they have taken the bait.” Sergeant Manjusri, the leader of the Scout bikers currently leading the chase informed his leader.

“Excellent work, continue to rendezvous Kappa-Epsilon. You will be relieved by Shagdur’s Rider. Then you are to link up with the rest of the Bikers to enact the circling of our prey.” The White Scars Khan closed the com-link and mounted his own bike. He signaled to his command squad and they roared off to the pre-arranged meeting point.

The large Ork roared as he began to gain on the white bikers. He licked his leathery lips in anticipation and drew his Choppa from its scabbard dangling from his handlebars. He brandished it above his head and looked around him to check his no good mob had managed to keep up. They were there around him, scenting their foes didn’t have the stomach for a real chase. They had followed the Marines into the gorges in the area and the tight confines had required them all to concentrate a little harder. He could make out the distant outlines of the Trukks of the pursuing WAAGH! behind them coming to spoil his fun.

Looking back he realized the skinny Marine Bikers had disappeared around a corner. Revving his engine to its limits he outpaced his Mob so he would be the first into combat he careened around the corner with a war cry on his lips. It died in his throat for as he rounded the corner he was confronted by a disciplined line of Marines charging their bikes straight at him. They were not the skinny Marines he had been chasing, but full blown Space Marines. They came on as one and just before the moment of impact two of their number lit up their flamers and sent great gout's of flame over his mob, the howls of pain and stink of burning infuriated the large Ork and he swung wildly at the biker in front of him. The Marine however expertly swayed in the saddle allowing the crude weapon to pass over him and he brought his over-sized fist up in a punishing uppercut that even without the power field would have separated the Orks head from body. “This is Shagdur, the outriders are neutralized prepare for the WAAGH! to enter the canyons shortly, we will guide them in deeper my Khan and then you may close the trap.”


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Jul 14 2014, 12:07 PM
Post #14


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



My next offering in fluff to go with my modelling project (although the modelling has fallen well and truly behind the writing). This is a little piece relating to an all chariot beastman army I would like to do one day.

My Lord and Brother,

I write to you in some haste and a great deal of urgency. I believe that the towns and villages in and around the Dead Forest on the Border of Stirland are at great risk of attack from worshipers of the Ruinous Powers. Reports have reached my ears from our neighbors in Stirland of small villages and hamlets disappearing overnight. I sent some of my most able huntsmen to try and discover some cause or evidence. They returned with worrying as well as puzzling news.

My huntsmen discovered areas of the forest that had been felled of trees and evidence that a great amount of construction had been taking place. From the cast offs and debris the most experienced of my men have surmised that it is the work of Beastmen. We have long known that there are isolated pockets of these degenerates, but they rarely dare the more inhabited regions. However, I have always heard whispers of an event amongst these savages when they openly attack the other races of our world and they make wide use of crude chariots. I had always dismissed it as tales to scare children as nothing like this had ever happened in my memory. But with the evidence that is mounting I am beginning to wonder if there is some truth to it.

My huntsmen split into two groups upon their discovery, one returned to me with the news and the other continued trying to track the creators of the destruction they found. As of yet the second group has not returned and I fear for their safety. The first group returned with some of the debris from what I can only describe as a work site. Some of the pieces are carved with runes I am accustomed to seeing on the war gear of the Northern Tribes and I have entrusted its destruction to a band of Witch Hunters that are recent arrivals in Bissendorf.

As I began to write this letter to you the situation has deteriorated. I have received messengers from several of the small hamlets that dot the border of Stirland with grim tidings; they awoke in the morning to find crude symbols and runes carved onto the doors and pillars of their homes. I have included charcoal etchings of these symbols to emphasize the concern I have. I am of a belief that these marks are a guide to a larger host that the area is ripe for plunder. Even as I write this some of the huntsmen from the second group have returned confirming my suspicions that the destroyed villages in Stirland bore similar carvings on the rubble left behind.

I have no choice but to try and defend the area. I lead a militia force with all haste to the closest of the marked villages and if it is still safe I will press on to the next. We will choose the most defensible and try to draw these beasts to battle on our terms. If it is true and they favor chariots then we will do well behind some solid walls. I beg you to send us aid in all haste.

“Ah-hem, My Lord Elector Count, I have a letter from your brother, and it arrived via a horsemen who seemed most upset. I believe it was sent with the utmost of haste and urgency.”

“What could that no good layabout of a brother of mine possibly want? More than likely he is after money or some such. Put it down over there and I will get to it in good time. I really thought sending him out to the border lands would have helped him to see the bigger picture and serve the people rather than behave like a spoiled brat. Now; I am ready for my supper Chamberlain and it had better be an improvement on that roast swan that the kitchen staff tried to hand off as suitable fair at lunch today.”


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Aug 26 2014, 11:36 AM
Post #15


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



My writing has been mostly 40k so I thought I would put a bit more effort into the Warhammer side of things. Here we have a little bit to go with the machinations of the Chaos God Tzeentch.....

With trembling hands the acolyte placed the worn leather bound book upon his reading pedestal. It had taken all of his remaining courage to remove the book from the sixth level of the sixth vault that lay within the sixth pyramid of the College of Light in Altdorf. It was a proscribed text. But he had to know the answer to the horrors that had assailed the reserve regiments from Stirland that he and some of his fellow Light Wizards were accompanying to the front during the defence of Middenheim.

Like most Wizards he was aware of the existence of Daemons and the various forms that they could take. However, the Stirland Reserve had been set upon by a creature made from nightmare and mockery. It bore a passing resemblance to what the Light College taught its more senior acolytes to be a Lord of Change, a Greater Daemon of Tzeentch. However, unlike others of its kind born aloft by feathered pinions and the malevolent gaze of a master of Magic this creature possessed only madness and smoking stumps where its wings should have been.

It set upon the column with the inhuman might of its kind, but it was a physical assault only, the Wizards of the Light College that were present began to tear at the creature with their sorcery. However this seemed to only entice the creature on. “Magic!” it screamed and leapt at the Wizards. “I will taste the winds of magic again!” Every time a spell slammed home the Daemon would sway, trembling and drooling. The prominent Mark of the God Tzeentch burnt into its chest would blaze to life and the creature would let out an inhuman scream. The insane ramblings of the Daemon made it hard for the Wizards to concentrate, but they were driving it back.

Any thought of victory though was washed away by more Daemons, more servants to the God Tzeentch. However, they seemed more interested in attacking and tormenting the towering Daemon. It made no sense, the Daemons were all aligned to one God, yet still they took a perverse delight in harassing the obviously insane Daemon. The Acolyte stood transfixed by what was going on as three of the Daemonic horde surrounded the giant. “Nasty, evil, trickster; you slipped your cage again and look at what you have done. The Master is not going to like it. You need to go back into the box….” With an eruption of magical energy and a howl of the most tormented madman the giant Daemon disappeared. Only then did the Daemonic army seem to notice the men of the Empire for the first time.

The Acolyte stumbled backwards as the other members of his College were overwhelmed and the slaughter began in earnest. A mind bending creature, spewing fire from ever changing orifices loomed over him and he sent a quiet prayer to Sigmar. “No not that one, something special in mind for that one. Leave him be.” One of the three that banished the giant Daemon stopped its insane chatter to direct the Flamer away from the Acolyte. “Master has special need of you; off you go now, run and don’t look back.” Not really comprehending what was going on the Acolyte found he was running with all the speed his legs possessed. What had the Daemon meant something special?

The Acolyte had only stopped running when he reached another reserve contingent, this one led by Master Alguacil of his Order. He couldn’t stop himself as the horror of the attack bubbled out of him like a fountain before he collapsed from exhaustion. His Order had instructed he be taken back to the College for recuperation. Upon returning to the College he had not been able to forget the words of the Daemon and his instructors had been no help. However, a wizened acolyte that he had never met confided in him that the libraries of the College held all the answers he ever wanted if he just crossed the wards. He had asked the old man to accompany him, but the aging Wizard said those places were not for the likes of him, it was a young man’s quest not his.

Snapping himself out of his memories he turned his attention back to the tome in front of him. The Liber Daemonica Malefactoum it was almost as if the book was a beacon and had drawn him to it, his cursory examination of the text showed it indeed had answers to his questions. He began to read in earnest, not realising that he begun to speak out loud, the syllables beginning to sound far more like a conjuration than written text. The Acolyte had entered into a trance that none of his College would have been able to wake him from as he repeated the conjuration over and over, but it wouldn’t have mattered, a pathway had already formed in the fireplace behind the Acolyte and he would never see another dawn.

Through the portal stepped two of the Horrors from the battlefield and behind them loomed the Giant Daemon, seemingly shackled to their will. One Horror pushed the Greater Daemon towards the door as the other lifted the tome. The door suddenly opened and the Wizened Acolyte shuffled into the room not giving the Daemon’s a second glance. “Let the cursed one rampage through the halls. Let the Great Daemon K’Z’Arkera’ss taste the winds of magic for just one night more before he is punished again.” Shaking like a wet dog the old Wizard shed his skin to once again resemble the other Horrors. “This one was most useful, let us take our prize and be gone.”

Honoured Lords,

I have included within this missive the only recovered fragment of the Liber Daemonica Malefactoum. Of Acolyte Hergoz we can only assume the pile of ash at his private lectern is all that remains. What possessed him or how he even discovered the book is as yet unknown, we are still re-sanctifying the dorms after the Daemon attack, and by all accounts it resembled a Lord of Change, but seemed like a crazed beast rather than a calculating Daemon.

I humbly seek forgiveness in my failure, you put the boy into my care and not only is he dead; but we have lost a book of power that the Elves of Ulthuan entrusted to our college at its foundation. I leave at first light with a small contingent of the Templars and we will either recover the book or die in the attempt. Commit our souls to Sigmar.

- Templar Grandmaster Gravus


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Oct 30 2014, 10:37 AM
Post #16


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



It has been too long since I updated this. Hope there are still a few people interested in the fluff as well as the modelling side of the project that keeps rolling on quite well if a little slower than I hope. Anyway, this time we have a bit of a story to go with an Empire Artillery Train themed army I would like to do. It would be the polar opposite to the Empire Knightly Order I have already done and it would be good to see the two armies take each other on sometime. On with the show:

“Well if you ask me I would say that he gives me the creeps.” Heinrich was standing with his fellow Handgunners trying to get some warmth into his bones and the water out of his coat. Middenheim was bad enough when the chill winds from the North could freeze a man if he was caught out in them. But the thaw of spring brought its own challenges, not least of which was how wet everything got, not only the men’s clothes, but also the black powder the artillery train was so dependent upon.

“Well it is probably a good thing we don’t ask you then Marksman Heinrich.” The curt voice of Professor Gugenheim came from behind the freezing Handgunner. He was diminutive man, but Heinrich had seen him calmly gunning down frothing Northmen from the back of his Mechanical Steed like it was a ride through the rolling hills of Talabheim. He knew he wasn’t to be messed with.

“Well of course it is only my opinion Prof. But does he really have to travel with the Train? Can’t he teleport or even fly to where he needs to be and leave us good Sigmar fearing people to our own mundane existence?” Heinrich was of course speaking of the relative newcomer to the Artillery Train, a Wizard Lord. His name was Leipold and he hailed from the Gold College of Magic. He had joined the Train on its journey to Middenheim about 4 days out of Nuln, appearing seemingly from nowhere and without hesitation the Engineers had followed his every instruction.

“As you well know Marksman, the Gunnery College in Nuln shares a special relationship with the Gold College in Altdorf. When a representative of theirs arrives it is our duty to accommodate them in every way, especially one of his aptitude and station. Now, I am sure you all have duties you should be attending to rather than standing around amusing yourselves with idle gossip like washer women. And don’t call me Prof.” Begrudgingly the Handgunner unit allowed Heinrich to lead them away from the warmth of the fire.

Gugenheim sighed and looked across the makeshift camp at the Wizard Lords tent. He had required no assistance in erecting it and within minute’s strange colored smoke had begun to billow out of the chimney sticking out of the top. Every now and then a loud explosion would be heard that put the men and horses on edge. He had never liked magic, growing up his Industrialist father had made sure he was grounded in things a man could trust. However, his inquisitive mind could not ignore the wonder and potential of Magic and he had always made himself available to work with the Wizards of the Empire, particularly those of the Gold College.

“Strange times we live in aren’t they Professor?” The soft voice of Leipold came from behind. Gugenheim almost leaped out of his skin, he had not heard the Wizard approach, or seen him leave his tent.

With effort he hoped the Emissary of the Gold College would not notice he collected himself and turned to face the Wizard Lord. The smile that played across Leipold’s face told the Professor he had not been successful. “I apologize Professor, but sometimes I cannot help myself. I feel that it is important to remember humor, especially in times like these. It helps me to stay focused and I am reminded of why we fight.” He extended his hand and Gugenheim gave it a firm shake. “We have not had the proper time to be introduced nor be acquainted. My Order speaks highly of your work and I would be delighted if we could discuss some of your theories and research when we find a moment of respite.”

Professor Gugenheim found his head spinning a little, he had been taken unaware, which was something he did not like and the fact anyone spoke of his research outside of the Engineering School amazed him, but to have been discussed by the Gold Wizards no less. But he was a professional, Scholar, Soldier, Father and so he pulled himself back together. “Your words are most kind my Lord. I am flattered by your offer and would be most keen to discuss my work. Perhaps we will have time in the next few days before our deployment orders are finalized? If of course that suits you?”

“Professor, please call me Leipold, I am not your Lord, nor do I wish to be considered one. I perhaps have earned the title yes, but I am simply a devoted Scholar, Engineer and occasional magic wielder.” The smile played back across his face with the last comment. “I would like to be able to relax with a fellow intellectual and discuss the finer points of engineering and its development.”

“Well then Leipold, you have no need to refer to me as Professor, I am simply Franz, but don’t let the Handgunners hear that.” He gave the Wizard Lord a conspiratorial wink.

“Then it is settled, unless we are disturbed by the Northmen or rampaging Orcs I will see you in my tent tomorrow evening for supper?” Before the Professor could utter a response the Gold Wizard was gone, no fanfare or flash of power, he simply vanished, with just the slightest smell of sulfur left on the breeze. Professor Gugenheim shook his head and turned his thoughts to what Wizards ate for supper.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Jan 17 2015, 08:43 PM
Post #17


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



It has been far too long since I updated this part of my hobby posts. It is also high time I add some more work as if anyone is keeping abreast of my painting log I have finished off my 40k Rok army and have moved on to my Ogre Kingdoms army. Which conversely has yet to have a piece of fluff attached to it. So it is with good fortune that they are the next army on the painting table and without any more banter here is my work on Ogre Kingdoms fluff:

It has come time for me to commit my life and adventures to paper. I am no longer a young man and I have grown weary in the past few years. I do hope that I am able to see the great metropolis of Altdorf one last time in this life though. My story is a long one, but I believe an entertaining one and to the educated it may even give an insight into the perplexing creatures that we know as Ogres.

I am the third son of a minor merchant from Altdorf and thusly was expected to seek my own fortune. This is a task I threw myself into with the fire and invincibility of youth. But little did I know what course my life would take, or what I would experience and see. Looking back on my life I have sometimes pondered if I would have done things differently. I can assure you that there have been moments in my life that I doubted my decisions, but in reflection I can firmly say I would not change anything at all.

My tale begins when I enlisted with an Altdorf Militia in the hopes I would be able to see the world. I was overjoyed that we were part of an expedition to Kislev, how I had longed to see that icy world to our North. As it turned out though the best I could hope for was picket duty during long cold nights. However, my life was to be turned upside down when I came across an argument between a mercenary paymaster and an Ogre mercenary by the name of Morgnubul….

I was educated, sometimes forcefully so in the ways of Ogre culture by this unusually intelligent Ogre and I like to think that in a small way I may have educated him in the finer points of philosophy, mathematics and how cooked meat tastes much better than raw. But in the company of this ‘Maneater’ as wandering Ogres are often known we struck up an unlikely relationship and I would go so far as to say friendship. He even refers to me as his ‘Lucky Gnoblar’ which I was to learn much later is what Ogres call a particularly vicious and dim-witted race of Greenskins that are ever present around Ogres, perhaps an insult, but they often become very attached to the little greenskins.

I have been made very wealthy by my travels with Morgnubul, he was a more than capable mercenary and even though he was more intelligent than most of his kin he still lacked the business knowledge and finer negotiation skills that I do. Therefore our relationship took on a greater meaning when I became the Paymaster for Morgnubul and his soon to expand mercenary venture. Morgnubul proved to be a strong and capable leader; he quickly assembled an army that he had no qualms hiring out to whoever could pay. This led to us working all over the Old World and many places in the New World too. Our coffers swelled and it seemed every wandering ogre that existed at some point called our travelling caravan home.

We spent many months in the Ogre homelands ‘recruiting’ as Morgnubul put it. I have learned a great deal about Ogre religion, tradition and lifestyle. It is far richer than many would have you believe, but also incredibly cruel and violent. How I survived those harsh conditions with the cannibalistic Ogre population always looking at me like a snack. On more than one occasion my adoptive Ogre defended my life against another Ogre putting himself at considerable risk, but in each victory he grew larger and more powerful. I often wondered if he kept me around to encourage others to challenge him. I also learned that Morgnubul was somewhat of an outcast amongst his people as he had turned his back on the primary Ogre deity the Great Maw. I have never managed to get an explanation out of him as to why, but it does explain why he doesn’t have a tribe of his own.

I started to keep a map of all the areas that we had visited either as mercenaries or simply for adventure. It is a startling reminder to me just how travelled we have become. It was during these times that I nicknamed my companion the Traveller and he adopted it like a surname which is a common practice used by Ogres to describe their exploits.

During our travels I met a young Poet by the name of Felix Jaeger and his unlikely companion, a gruff Dwarf Slayer by the name of Gotrek. I had read some of his work, but had put it down to flights of fancy, but upon meeting and travelling for a time with the pair I was convinced that I should follow in Felix’s footsteps and pen my own tale. I began to write with every intention of handing a manuscript over to the Altdorf press to try and get them to print it. But alas my travels never took me back to the civilised heartland of my birthplace.

It wasn’t until many, many years later that our path crossed once again with the Slayer and the Poet and I took a risk. They often would return to the Empire and I decided to hand my manuscript over to Felix. It is a risk I am sure, but the Slayer assured me that Felix was as good at an oath as a Dwarf and my writings would reach Altdorf. I was amazed at how Felix appeared to have not aged since our last meeting, where I had become an old man. I fear I will never actually know if Felix succeeded in getting my life story printed and it will likely be left unfinished. It is harder these days to keep up with Morgnubul and his army. In fact my Ogre liberated a throne that I am now carried upon by various Ogres so that the ‘Lucky Charm’ of the army can continue to doll out the wages.

Foreword from ‘My life and times amongst the Caravan of the Traveller’ by Wilhelm Spacklebottom. Introduction by Felix Jaegar. Printed and distributed by Altdorf Press. As requested by the author all proceeds are donated to the Temple of Shallya to care for war orphans.

Thanks for reading, comments most welcome.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Aug 11 2015, 08:35 PM
Post #18


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



Well it has been a whil since I partook in some creative writing and I think its passed time to raise this thread from the dead and continue with my writing. So if the moderators will forgive me a bit of thread necromancy (I think its ok as it is my own thread) here is a little bit of fluff for an Alpha Legion operation:

“Good people of the Imperium! You have been lied to, made victims of conspiracy and propaganda. I will open your eyes to the rot and inequality that you have long been yoked with. I can show you the way to freedom and enlightenment. Your fate lies in your own hands, not in the hands of the Emperor as the Ecclesiarchy would have you believe. I am Alpharius and I can show you the Truth.”

The shadowy figure stepped back from the dais to screams of adulation and cries of support. Omicron allowed himself a brief moment to soak in the atmosphere, ripe for rebellion. His operatives had done more on this world than he thought possible and the events were moving at exactly the right pace. At this rate he could commit his own forces to securing key installations that would all but guarantee the presence of the Ultramarines in this system. Then his brothers would be free to destroy the Garden World of Sysax a sworn protectorate of the Ultramarine Chapter.

Omicron turned to the other armoured figure standing at his shoulder. “Prepare to deploy the Legionnaires. We have our targets and Omegon requires the Ultramarines to be in system within the month.”

“As you wish, preparations are complete and the war band is ready at your signal. What do you wish me to do with the operatives on this planet? They are in excellent position to cripple the Planetary Defence Force. There is also an infiltrator within the Adeptus Arbites.”

“Recall the Insurrectionists; they are too valuable to be risked in open warfare. Assign them their next objectives and provide them transport to the required systems. However, sequester the Arbites infiltrator to our strike cruiser, he may have learned much and his techniques need to be passed onto others. Tell him I am most pleased with his work. Release the activation code for the Agitators though. Activate Hydra, Gorgon, Leviathan and Charybdis. We need some extra bodies for the conflict. Once they have riled up the rabble give them Alpha and Omega extraction locations and have them evacuated. Keep an eye out for potentials amongst the Cults though. We won’t throw useful operatives away like those zealot Word Bearers.”

“It shall be. Upsilon requested a moment with you. He has received communication from other parts of the operation.”

“Very good Iota, re-join your squad and make ready. It won’t be long now.” Omicron had a few moments to consider before he was required to attend his soldiers. He took in the roiling masses that were slowly dispersing after his oratory. The Word Bearers couldn’t do it better. He often used the moniker of his twin Primarchs as required. It was with some pride that he had long ago been chosen for the augmented surgery that made him appear more like Alpharius and Omegon.

He cast his thoughts back to the inception of this multi-pronged attack. His Primarchs were themselves setting up various uprisings throughout the system. It had fallen to Omicron and his Twin’s war band to directly attract the Ultramarines. Their specialty of Ambush made them perfect as they would be able to melt away before the loyalists could figure out the Alpha Legion was even involved.

It would be the age long contest fought in new surrounds, the adaptive, secret development of his own Legion versus the droll predictable efficiency of the Ultramarines. Sometimes he wondered why the Twins kept this feud alive. It had almost cost the Legion its leaders on more than one occasion. But he prided himself on being a leader and one thing he knew made great leaders was to understand their limitations and overcome them. It may be beyond his means to understand, but he knew that his Primarchs had a plan. No matter how long it would take to unfold. Omicron snapped himself out of his reverie. He opened his com-link. “Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs, it is time. Move by squads to your Beta insertion points and prepare to continue the long war.”

Switching to a private channel, the Alpha Legion leader addressed his Twin. “Upsilon my Brother, what intel have you received?”

“Omi, all is in readiness. It now falls to us to bait the trap. The Primarchs send their congratulations on the operation so far. The plan now hinges on our success here and they caution that we do not rush now. Time is still on our side.”

With the confidence of the Primarchs behind them Omicron knew they could not fail. He turned and went to take his place in the ranks of the Raptor Assault troops where he would be no more obvious than his biological twin concealed amongst the Legionnaires of their Warband. As it has always been, the Alpha Legion are a legion of exceptional individuals that make the whole unstoppable, Omicron and his Twin knew this well and exploited the ever evolving abilities of their legion to bring victory to their Primarchs.

Thanks for reading and would love to hear your thoughts.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Sep 21 2015, 09:50 PM
Post #19


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



Hi folks, slow progress on the fluff and background for my armies. But I don't see any harm in that. Any progress is good progress so they say. This time around we are in the Warhammer world again and focusing on the Dwarfs and their underground war with the Skaven. Hope you enjoy the read.

“Hold the line my Kin! These filthy Skaven are not piercing our defences. Throw them back to whatever fetid pit they came from!” The roaring voice of Grubbi rang out through the long chamber as yet another wave of the verminous Skaven attempted to break through their line. Grubbi and his Ironbreakers had been repulsing the attack for more than a week after sending runners to summon aid to collapse the tunnels the Skaven had used to breach the ancestral halls of Barrak Varr. At the feet of Grubbi and his stalwart Ironbreakers was a veritable wall of dead ratmen that they were using as a defensive position. On a one on one basis the Skaven were less than the scum on his boot compared to his Gromril clad Dwarfs. But the nefarious schemes and weapons and the endless tide that were being brought to bear against them had claimed a few. The Dwarf Lord marked the location of each fallen Ironbreaker by the shine of their Gromril and swore to recover each one no matter the cost.

“Hold your breath!” Came a desperate warning from down the line and by pure reflex the line of Dwarfs stopped breathing as putrid clouds of gas began to spill over their position. The Dwarf armor was no defense against the gas, but the Ironbreakers were the elite of the Dwarf Hold and they stalwartly kept hacking at the Skaven whilst holding their breath. But the Skaven at the makeshift wall were less disciplined and hundreds of them fell clutching at their throats. Grubbi thought he would never get used to what little value the Skaven put on individual life, but it had brought his troops a moment’s respite.

When Grubbi thought the gas should have cleared he took a small snort in through his nose and when he didn’t keel over dead he roared to his troops. “Make ready for the next assault. Irondrakes to the fore and prepare a volley. Reclaim our Fallen and move the injured to the back.” His orders were concise and the iron discipline of the Dwarfs meant that they were followed immediately. The Irondrakes pushed their way forward and began to prepare their rifles. He saw the injured being hustled to the back of the line and he took relief that it didn’t seem too many. He even noticed a few Ironbreakers pushing themselves free of the mass of dead Skaven where they had been dragged out of the defensive line. He was confident that they were in no major danger of being overrun, but he wished he knew the progress of his runners. They were deep in the bowels of the Mountain, but he had thought they should have heard something by now.

With the injured and dead moved to the safety of the back lines and the Irondrakes having readied their first salvo's the Dwarfs settled in to wait with an uncanny patience. They all new the Skaven had not lost enough of their number to have given up just yet. It was likely they were simply concocting the next outlandish scheme to try and break the Dwarfs.

The brief reprieve was shattered by the inhuman howls of creatures driven mad by their very existence and the experienced Ironbreakers knew exactly what was to come. They closed their ranks and locked shields with their neighbor and prepared for the worst. Out of the darkness came things of nightmare, Rat Ogres to the common man. The twisted mountains of muscle and ferocity were an affront to nature that they even existed. But the fearsome visage they portrayed did not unsettle the Dwarfs in the slightest. Let these beasts try their clawed hands against honest dwarf armor. Grubbi did not even need to bellow an order, trusting that the Irondrakes had already picked a target. When the hulking beasts loped within optimal range the thunderous charges held with the musket of the Irondrakes sounded loudly in the confined tunnel. Several of the beasts bucked and fell back, only to be trampled by their trailing kin.

Grubbi was distracted from the spectacle by an earnest tap on his shoulder. He turned to see one of his runners, sweaty and out of breath. But he still gave a low bow to his Lord before recounting his message. “My Lord, a team of Miners has breached the passage ahead and are ready to collapse the tunnel at your order.” Grubbi peered through the gloom to the opposite end of the tunnel to an arch the stood over the entrance. He could spy a signal light waving through a tiny hole in the wall. He needed no further instruction than that tiny light of hope.

“Forward my Kin! Push these foul spawn of the Skaven back from out halls. I will not suffer their taint any longer.” A mighty cheer went up from the assembled Throng and as one they began to step forward. The entire line moved as one and using their shields they buffeted the Skaven advance backwards. The crush of bodies became immense, but the might of Dwarf armor and muscle began to tell on the rat men. Wherever it looked like the Skaven may mount a defense Grubbi would appear, rune hammer in hand to carve the impediment down. Onward the Dwarfs pushed and soon found themselves at the archway holding the Skaven back.

Grubbi took his hammer and rapped a staccato beat on the wall just below where he had seen the light. The entire tunnel began to shake a moment later and the Skaven milled about in confusion before attempting to turn and flee in abject terror as the roof above them began to fall in. The Dwarf line did not move an inch as they trusted in the skill of their Miners to drop the ceiling exactly where they intended. Grubbi took a perverse delight in watching the Skaven attempt to climb over each other in a vain attempt to flee as tonnes of rock came down on their heads.

Once the dust had settled the Dwarf Lord spat on the ground in contempt; he signaled his Ironbreakers to turn back and start heading for the next intersection. They had won this fight, but the underground wars would never be finished for his kind.

Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed the read.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post
BIG
post Nov 1 2015, 04:16 PM
Post #20


Member
*

Group: Veteran Members
Posts: 810
Joined: 6-March 13
Member No.: 14,152



A little update on my fluff, this time into the minds of some fungus smoking Forest Goblins and an opportunity that has arisen. Hope you enjoy the read.

Thick cloying smoke swirled around the boughs of the trees as the leaders of the Bloodfang tribe of Forest Goblins kept council on recent events. The Bloodfangs were a tribe who maintained many of the old traditions. They were not as warlike or barbaric as their Greenskin cousins found throughout the world. But they would defend their land and people with the same ferocity. Twisted Spider, personal Banna Wava for the Chieftain passed the pipe to the left and broke the silence. “Crazy Spider’s vision woz right great Chieftain. There iz Orcs in our forest.” The Boss gave a jerky nod to the Tribe’s Witch Doctor.

“We’z should kill em off or better yet lead ‘em to the Great Ones lair so she may feed.” Weaving Spider was the greatest hunter of the Bloodfang’s and also the most aggressive. He often led the defence against anyone entering the territory of his Tribe and often appeased the Arachnarok that dwelt in the deepest parts of the forest. The Bloodfang’s worshipped that creature and Crazy Spider often spent many days in silent conversation with it. “They’z only a few ladz an’ they the primitive sort, covered in tattoos and carrying bone weapons.”

There was a sudden shriek that put all the Goblins on edge and the giant spiders that lurked around the fire clacked their pincers in agitation, but all swiftly calmed down when they realised it was the Witch Doctor that had cried out. “They bringen the olden ways a with ‘em. They be a like uz, clinging to how thingz are a meantz to be.” Crazy Spider sank back to his haunches and his Apprentice Hiding Spider crept forward and handed the Witch Doctor a handful of spiders that he quickly swallowed.

“Thiz iz our place and we fightz and diez for it. They have no right to be here without askin’ first. They may be distant kin, but theyz aren’t no better than the pink skins that think us as savages and liken us to monsters. I say we rouse the boyz and killz ‘em all!” Weaving Spider was well liked by the warriors of the tribe and his voice was often very influential.

“No.” All eyes shifted to the Chieftain. He was gazing into the distance absently stroking the head of the gigantic Spider that squatted next to him. “I will goez and meet the Orcs. I will make them join the Bloodfang’s. If they be like us and share our ways they be a potent ally for the future. Have the Scouts signal where they be and I willz meet them on me own termz.”

Scuttling Spider was the Chieftain of his tribe for a reason not only was he the most powerful warrior and wise in the ways of the forest and its spiders, but he was also a visionary of his kind. He saw opportunity where others saw nothing and he knew if he could bring a group of savage Orcs under his sway then his tribe would become that much more powerful again. He easily picked up the trail his scouts had left and had been observing the Orcs for some time. It was not going to be as easy as he had hoped, not only was an obvious Boss present keeping the ladz in line there was also a Shaman amongst the boar mounted Orcs.

Taking a deep breath to steady him he guided his faithful spider through the canopy. At least his mount would give him a good chance of escape; he hadn’t seen any bows amongst the Orcs. “Halt!” His voice sounded hollow in the vastness of the forest canopy. A few of the Orcs had heard him and were looking about confused. “Up here youz lot.” The Savage Orcs slowly lifted their brows to the canopy; some still confused began scratching about in the undergrowth. “Oi! Oi! Oi!” This time the shrill cry got their attention and the Orc Boss pushed to the front of his ladz.

“What u want little green Orc? How you getz up dere? How do wez get outta dis place, no foodz for uz and wez hungry?” The Boss seemed to be marginally smarter than the rest of the group, which was good. The Forest Goblin Warboss could work with that.

“I iz in charge of this forest, I can lead youz out or….. I hav a betta offa.” The Warboss slowly descended to the forest floor on the back of his spider, ever wary of the hulking Orcs in front of him. “Youz great Orcs seem far from home, dis place is dangerous for the unwary. Worse yet youz surrounded by the white skins, you goes out there anz they willz kill you for shor. Stayz in here wiv us and I can provide all the foodz you could eat and every now and then the stupid white skins come for a fight.”

The Orc Boss whose eyes had glazed over and started to drool while Scuttling Spider had been talking shook his head and turned to his Shaman. Seeing this the Goblin leader seized on the obvious reliance on the Shaman for direction. “Great Shaman of the Savage Orcs, me own Witch Doctor saw yuz arrival in his bonez. He knew youz were coming.” The vague mention of old magic had piqued the interest of the Orc Shaman and he gave a low grunt and nod. The Orc Boss turned back to the Spider Riding Boss.

“Ok little ‘un, show uz dis food and let Dumbgutz speak to uz Witch Doktor. If wez likez the place then we may stay around and help smash the white skins for a while.” Smiling to himself the Goblin Chief turned his spider around and began to lead the Primitive Orcs back to camp. He had done well, they would use the poisons of the spiders to ever so slightly drug the Orcs so they became more open to his schemes and ideas. He pitied the foolish white skins next time they tried to kill off his tribe.


--------------------
Check out my Crazy Army plan here
Check out the Fluff for my Crazy Army plan here
2000 Point Armies
[40k] Murdochs 5th Armoured Detachment, 34/87th Tullarium Armour; Taskforce of the Garrsak Clan Company; Grimskragas Razorfangs, Guiding Light of Yarn Le'ath; Hive Fleet Acidica; XII Ab=mbush Cell, Loyalists of the Twin Primarchs;

[Warhammer] The Obsidian Knightly Order; The Wondrous Caravan of the Traveller and his Maneaters; Bronze Host of Ka-Sabar; Dragonriders of Caledor; Vain Quest for the Grail, 11th Crusade of Araby; The Throng of Kark Veng;
User is offlineProfile CardPM
Go to the top of the page
+Quote Post

2 Pages V  1 2 >
Reply to this topicStart new topic
1 User(s) are reading this topic (1 Guests and 0 Anonymous Users)
0 Members:

 

Lo-Fi Version Time is now: 18th October 2019 - 03:32 AM