“Who did this?”The Skaven struggled in pain, his extremities broken and limp. It was no challenge to make him talk; it was obvious the coward had seen too much already.The Templars had followed the fleeing plague monks to this clearing, where the skaven had tried to...
Three days. That was how long Rittichik had been cowering in the hole he'd dug into the dirt under a pile of fallen tree trunks, waiting for the dust to settle enough to be able to get his bearings. Stale fear-musk filled his nostrils, the earth around him soaked with...
Breathing harshly, Rittichik reached out a shaky paw and finally, after much digging, unearthed himself from the dirt and debris.For several weeks, on the orders Arch-Warlock Laskitt Gear-Slash, he'd been leading his cadre of Acolyte-Trainees around, following other...
War queen Boudica rallied her tribe and prepared to assault the spire from a different direction after the meteor storm blocks their way forward to the spire. The Ordofigaidd vanguard is forced into a skirmish with a lumineth realm lords' scouting party to stop the...
The day of Judgement was upon them. Clearly, the Templars could witness its arrival with the cold white streaks of the meteor showers as they impacted upon Vulkaris. Anathema. With all the battles fought in Vulkaris, the creation of the Citadel, the most important...
The skies over Vulkaris darken as the heavens split with an otherworldly crack, as a roar rips across the continent. It does not take long for the source of this calamity to reveal itself as a super-massive nullstone meteor shower. These stones, cold and unyielding,...
Upon a vast formation of metallic rocks overlooking the landscape below, Templar Champions Xshaeta the Observant and Isthubar the Steadfast stood next to the Fyreslayer Gelvan Brazenmantle, their attention mostly directed at the Spire of Vexshik. The eldritch wonders...
"Aim-fire on that group of she-aelves mom!" Demanded Ratsputin while pointing his staff at a charging group of sisters of slaughter. "Yes-yes bless the the holy rain of filth and show them the way my bothers" proclaims plague bishop Slinkwhisker has the plague claw...
Ship's Log of Enskeri Runesworn, Grumblefleet Admiral and Cartographer Log Entry 234: The Metallic Caverns, near the Vexshik Spire The Vexshik Spire looms before us, its machinations grinding endlessly. This spire does not just change the environment—it commands it....
The ashes ran through their gauntleted claws as they looked down upon the empty husk of red armour. Had their beaks the capability to smile, the two-headed Tzaangor would have.“Conrad! Come down here darling, I have cornered their leader in the cave!” Xshaeta cried...
Their sharp, clawed golden gauntlet dragged the ruined remnants of a Blissbarb archer along, dropping it before her onto the cavern’s uneven ground.“I’d suggest we skip this dreadfully boorish diversion.” The Tzaangor crusader spoke. “Your minions have pestered His...
With some effort, Xshaeta wedged their battleaxe free from the skull of the Saurus warrior lying at the two-headed Tzaangor's feet.It has been days of the Seraphon harassing them, attacking from different directions, tying the Templars down in melee, preventing them...
Vulkaris, a continent edgeward of the Great Parch, was once a land of extremes. Although its sky was often choked with ash from the many volcanoes that dotted the landscape, amidst this harshness, life thrived - for Vulkaris was a land blessed by the presence of four...
From his hidden position, Templar Champion Escarosht the Ardent observed as the ravenous ghouls charged wave after wave against the Nurglites' crude, but effective fortifications.They were excellent shock troops, the Aviarch noted. Unrelenting and vicious. They served...
“I do not trust this Hashrakul, Bray-shaman. He reeks of civilization. The Goroans are not true children of the formless wilds!”Clovis, elder Bray-shaman of the Spellgrazers, allowed his apprentice to continue raving. Best to let the young one let all the aggression...
The Slidecrown SunderingSeize the CrownVirulent Despair(Part 1 | Part 2)At first, the masses of scraggly, hunched things had spooked Choleretch Slugbulk, when this battle had just begun and he and his rival sorcerers had rushed to take their position overlooking the...
The Slidecrown SunderingSeize the CrownVirulent Despair(Part 1 | Part 2)The men and women of the huntbands surged over the ruins, toppled columns and crumbled walls proving no impediment to the nimble hunter-warriors. With an almost aelven grace, they raced for the...
The Slidecrown SunderingSeize the CrownFamily ReunionMatlalhuitl, the Saint of Yektiktlan, sat upon his Charming Throne — a construct of palest birchwood boards, intertwined with slender, flowering vines; an elegant tribute to the Everqueen’s grace — and regarded his...
Crobus. The City of Fallen Monuments.Once the cultural center of the Trench, built by the glorious Ivory Empire in the Beginning of the Age of Chaos. Its founder, a vain man with suspected Slaaneshi influences named Emperor Ulnorth The First had many statues to his...
Vitressa’s toes gripped tightly around the cold stone of Old Kleah’s city wall as she ascended. In total darkness, she and her Corvus Cabalist brothers and sisters clambered up the wall, not making a sound. She knew this way well, from sneaking out as a youth. She...
Veyron Van Drën woke from his dream with a start, amidst cold sweats and chills, he swore he saw the shadow creature’s eyes in the corners of his room, but as the fog of sleep lifted, there was nothing to behold aside from an empty corner. Veyron had been residing at...
The Slidecrown SunderingCross the WaterPrelude to Alliance(Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3)The leader was far more robustly built than its kin, both taller and brawnier, though not so much as the airborne variety. And yet… there was something wrong with it, she could sense....
The Slidecrown SunderingCross the WaterPrelude to Alliance(Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3)The handful of tzaangors — a mix of enlightened & skyfires — upon their magnificent, floating discs, followed the bat-winged horror as it lurched through the skies with a speed...
The Slidecrown SunderingCross the WaterPrelude to Alliance(Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3)Eloxochitl stood by the lakeside, with her subordinate huntmaster and two huntbands arrayed at her back, in as close to formation as the tribal troops ever got. Together, they stared...
They found the massive encampment out in the wilderness, far away from the frontlines of the Hellscorn war, or indeed, any fighting. Their movements, as their Corvus Cabalist scouts had reported, indicated their goal of leaving Thondia behind.Disillusioned, weary...
At the edge of the forest, near the great lakes, it sat. A human encampment, mercenaries apparently. Their uniforms were well-worn and soiled, and the Templar vanguard could hear them coughing and spitting as they went about their business.Obvious signs of sickness...
Day was coming to an end. Evening light of the Hysh shone weakly upon a ramshackle wooden platform in a small camp near the city of Crobus. A tall Desraki priest with an enormous axe was standing before his prisoner with a menacing grin. He then turned to the public...
Upon a safe spot on a cliffside overlooking the surrounding desert, a clandestine meeting took place. Under blood-red tents, Vardeshir the Solemn sat across representatives of one of the disgruntled mercenary companies the Desraki happened to not be able to afford any...
One day, the Templars of Our Burning Saviour marched to Kleah.Old Kleah, the dark, massive city, carved at the behest of ancient warlords and daemons out of black stone around the fallen Hydra’s head, ruled for time immemorial by Tusk Chieftains with a bloody fist....
Badr was feeling uneasy. Since joining the coven, she's been trying to not use necromancy. But sometimes life is not giving you a choice…Her chamber was lit only by the weak light of candles. On the table in the middle of the room a morbid trophy was lying - the head...
With a quick sidestep and rotation to the right, Templar Champion Escarosht the Ardent dodged the bladed club of his opponent. He let himself fall back, getting more distance between him and the Saurus warrior before him.Seraphon were still a mystery to him. So...
There were two other forces of Templars attacking the rotten caverns. Guided by Priests of Our Burning Saviour on ornate discs, the Dragon Ogors had gathered in easily defensible positions above the caverns.First destabilizing the caverns below with mighty and joyous...
Mangled corpses laid before them. Many beastmen, humans, duardin, aelves; all formerly of both Desaki and Scorntide allegiance, later disillusioned and taken in by Nurglite Scum. They had died like the wretches they were, mowed down with little consequence. Close to...
To: The High Lord Muckity Muck Sir Jonathan Wadesely Esq.From: Chief Security Officer Tugs and the houndsTranscribed verbatim by: Wildercorps Ranger Shiv Re: Claiming that great big hunk of sky junk. Now just write down what I say, but be sure to make it all...
High above the forest floor, Templar Champion Escarosht the Adamant walked amongst the treetops, inspecting his troops. Of those not serving as guards at this hour, most were either tending to their equipment or deep in prayer. One of the younger warriors received...
The Kurnothi ran, their lithe, bestial legs leaping over the thick tangled undergrowth of the forest floor with ease. It was their home, their natural habitat, their hunting ground, and yet. Sweat ran thick down their faces, and the breath heaved in their lungs. The...
Jonathan was gripping the railing of the Le Capitaine Escargot Aéronautique, the company airship that Eleanor had arranged to be his transport for the entirety of the mission. The crew gave him a wide berth; he had been traveling with them for long enough that they...
The Slidecrown SunderingTraverse the ForestsScouts & BoilsTezcacoatl, chieftain of Tlaamico city and son of the saint, crept through the undergrowth alongside a half-dozen men and few women. Ordinarily, these hunter-warriors would be led by the score by a veteran...
DreamsDominar Khask was not known for being sentimental but couldn’t help but feel some pride as he watched a bustling camp spring into being. It had been a hard march through dangerous territory to get to the shore opposite the Slidecrown Isle, and a difficult if...
In a different part of the Slidecrown Isle another scouting party from the Fangs of the Deep had come across an unusual phenomenon. They had of course heard the rumors that the island was home to vast quantities of Aqua Ghyranis, the diluted form of Ghyran’s...
Jonathan Wadesly yawned, as he clambered gingerly down the stairs into the space below. It was just shortly before sunrise and as usual he was the only one at the shop, as he rented the apartment space directly above it. Carefully setting his candle aside, he pushed...
Heresiarch,The Darkoath offshoot known as the Pintados, as ever, continue to be among the mightiest and most reliable irregulars and auxiliary forces in your newly forged Ang-Angkor dominion. The tale of every oath fulfilled is tattoed on their skin, and their muscled...
After 3 days of force marching the claw hoard had finally arrived at The Drench. Clawlord Bonepest had made his way to this new theater of war at the command of Ratsputin who pulled some strings back at the capitol. This new force was made up mostly of clanrat slaves...
Heresiarch,I have made no secret of my disappointment in the fighting abilities of the Chamoni warsmiths calling themselves the Coin Lords, and they continue to give me no reason to change my mind. They are well armed and armored, but possess little nimbleness or...
Everyone felt the apocalyptic energies in the air, making it thick and wrought with chaotic energy.The sky had turned a purplish crimson, with dark swirling clouds and spontaneous bolts of light spread across the horizon.From his perspective, he was surrounded by an...
(Hashrakul the Interfector updates Lord Andal the Prevaricator on the Heresiarch's Synod and the Slidecrown Isle conflict.)Heresiarch,The White Ravens are rapacious thieves, murder-cultists and reavers who would make ideal scouts and irregular additions to your...
The Feculent Alchemists Society arrived at The Slidecrown Isle looking for ingredients that we have. The way to finish this perfect cure. The first place we decided to look was the forest after hours of searching. We were attacked by a group of blood mad savages...
The devotees of Nurgle were not known for their speed. Unnatural resilience was the gift of the god of decay. Even the least of Aelves could run circles around a follower of Nurgle. Unfortunately they had ways to overcome this deficit, at least in part. Daemonic...
Not being familiar with Ghyran, Argannon had decided to make a slow approach of the Slidecrown Isle. He did not yet know what had drawn them here but many, varied forces were approaching the island. So instead of leading the Fangs of the Deep straight into an unknown...
A grey haired hunched over skaven leaning on a warpstone tipped staff staring out across the Drench, wind blowing through his fur and across his face. He could smell the saturation of magic in the air coming from the outpost. He grinned a fang filled grin, then began...
Bubonix Bilepox felt pain. It wasn't anything new for him, he was in pain constantly since he accepted Grandfather's gifts. It stopped being unpleasant years ago. But this one... this was different. Wound left by that accursed blade wasn't healing. And it burned....
Under deep red sails, and banners bearing the Golden Burning Wings of Our Saviour, the Templar warship "Promised Conflagration" approached the coast of the Isle of Slidecrown. She was escorted by six heavily armoured Enlightened on Discs in formation.Templar Champion...
The hulk creaked as it lurched towards its destination on the horizon: Slidecrown Isle, a speck of land, black on the dark Sea of Elemental Truths, barely visible as dawn crawled closer. The Pale Horse may have been a fine vessel in its day, but in the service of the...
The alliance with Khardihr had been promising. A chance to do some true good. To make the kind of difference that Argannon had always told the nobility of Nautilar they could make. It was not to be. While the Fangs of the Deep were busy fighting chaos reavers and...
The trees of the Slidecrown Isle stood tall in the forest, larger than many mountains. Each tree had supped from the magical waters of Ghyran since the Age of Myth. Their roots ran deep and thick through the earth. To behold even one tree was to see the majesty of the...
(The Heresiarch's Synod and Hashrakul the Interfector land on the Slidecrown Isles)Perhaps he should not have called Lord Andal "the Prevaricator" to his face, Hashrakul mused. The Goroan leaned over the railing of the landing ship, assessing the thin strip of beach...
[A story of Annan Lyre and his Death-Quest, for the Slidecrown Sundering quest, Traverse the Forest.]In respect for the champion who had saved their home, the Viridian King's crown was left untouched. Lingering energies from the powerful incantation imbued it with...
Clawlord Commander Vreek Spitefur barked orders to the scurrying clan rats."Now-now get in line you vermin" he hissed at the skaven moving about " Here come the green-things, these are our leylines now" Swarms of clan rats formed up into makeshift ranks preparing for...
"Seer, this better be worth it" hissed Theddrisk, a large skaven almost twice the size has your average skaven."You will see, Theddrisk that this will be worth your time" hissed back Ratsputin, a Grey Seer of notable status and considerable skill.Theddrisk flesh-swarm...
It was a repulsive sight, the elegant spires of a Tzeentchian Oasis so defiled by the Archenemy, Esiavash the Stalwart thought as he regarded the Rotglass Alcazaar.Filth and gigantic growths of flesh and mucus clung to the once resplendent castle of glass, giving the...
A lone outpost in the middle of nowhere on the edge of the Drench sits with little activity. The guards in it walk along the walls of the small compound keeping watch. Each guard is adorn with runes and icons of Khorne while carrying jagged axes covered in old dry...
Dust rained down from the arched halls of the Temple.Even over the ardent chanting of those gathered, the booming noise of cannons easily reached them here. The Acolytes of the Academy of the Arcane Arts of Aith'erant, Humans and Aelves in dark red robes, their faces...
Upon the dunes, the two opponents stood, the wind blowing reddened sand around them.Right now, the sounds of battle were far away. Right now, it did not matter. All that mattered was the two of them.Templar Chosen Esiavash the Stalwart readied his blade, feeling the...
Little flakes of ash were dancing in the air, here, in the ruins of the wanderer community of Adu'Alash in northern Thondia. The fires all over the town hadn't died down completely, not yet. Some parts of the settlement were but blackened husks, some had ceased to...
Améline was surrounded by corpses, knee-deep in them. Blood and the gory refuse of butchery smothered her nostrils, making even her hardened constitution want to gag. Some were rent apart into bloody bits, others were more pristine, their deaths marked by efficient...
From out the desert winds, a flaming arrow stuck in the Ashwalker chieftain's head, leading to the sudden collapse of the musclebound man. Alarmed, the Khornates huddled together, quickly, and instinctively, forming a shieldwall formation. From multiple directions...
In the gnarled, blackened trees around the clearing, Khornates hung from the thickest branches - the telltale sign of a Templar incursion into Desraki lands. In the midst of the clearing, people had been gathered, mostly humans, but of many races. They wore many scars...
Three Cathallars they were, those who were led into the cold mountain fortress, bound in cold, heavy chains pulsating with bluish magic, over a corridor of cold marble, to a throne artfully hewn from cold stone, and forced on their knees before the great, cold-hearted...
The broken nose, black eye and deep scratches along her cheek did nothing to diminish the expression of pride and self-righteousness in her face. The cup of tea before her was untouched. The Tzaangor Cleric on the opposite side of the table was on his third cup, and...
Heavy rain poured down upon Vensoth bay, turning the ground slippery, and vision barely existent.The Templar Chosen Esiavash the Stalwart wondered whether the Desraki had deliberately chosen this day for an attack. Previously, he had deemed them to be the kind of...
The Templar delegation stood unmoving, their gleaming golden armours a stark contrast against the dark stone of the Dragon Ogor's halls. The Templars had brought gifts of great value to Tenrak, from more profane jewelry and precious goods to some peculiar magical...
"In the name of Our Burning Saviour - Charge!" The heavy Templar cavalry charged down the hill, golden wings at their saddles glinting in the light of Hysh. The shieldwall of Khornates and Nurglites had - despite the violent and enraged efforts of General Værmundr...
Before them laid Vensoth Bay. The trek had not been easy, to reach the bay from further inland - but with the danger the sea itself posed, with wild magic and additionally being bitterly contested, it had been the most prudent tactical move. As such, and considering...
In Bright, Sacred Flames, the village burned. Every last hut had been set on fire. Corpses lay strewn about, blood seeping into the ground; many lay alongside a poorly constructed barricade, some on what had served as a central plaza, some around the tribe's shrine,...
Whilst the sky over Rondhol burned in the apokalyptic battle between the Fae’s hordes of thralls with the monstrous Voidfang and the Procession of Blood and their Orruk and other, even more unlikely allies, Templar Oron had found himself with the duty of commanding...
Da Voidfang Skrap Urgoth laughed as Bonecracka chomped down on one of the knight’s steeds. Chunks of the warboss’s armor had fallen off. He was covered in scrapes and cuts and had at least one humie blade sticking out of him. Bonecracka also had a few spears stuck in...
A glorious Battle raged in the Furyoth Dell. A battle of a size and ferocity not seen here since the Age of Chaos. Dozens of trumpets, war horns and drums sounded over the battlefield in a cacophonous hymn praising the Dark Gods. The forces of the Procession moved to...
The steel fang pursued the orruks waagh south, but they lost the trail of the main horde, but they heard of a group of orruks gathering for an assault against the void fang. The whole warband changed the direction of their chase towards the voidfang days of...
The Revenge of Rondhol Fortifying Positions Briars Breach a Broken Bastion 1st Step: The Approach She races forwards, as much time spent bounding on all fours as running bipedal, just one sister in the massed pack of feral forest folk. Her is focus is wholly on the...
Asarathu and his of allies of convenience have a war council to plan on how they would deal with assaulting the void fang Da Realmhuntaz would support the other troops with their trained boltboyz and beast-skewer killbows and Urgoth Skullsmasha Orruks as the main...
She had heard the clatter of the dagger on the shrine's polished floor. She knew exactly where it lay. Ever since Khaelora Dreadgaze had been blinded, her other senses had grown even sharper. The chains that held the Aelf at the wall were not long enough to truly...
This is it. The past few weeks, this has been everything Razgor had been working towards. The enormous beast known as Voidfang had been awakened by the horrible Fae and Razgor had become obsessed with it. He'd abandoned his position at the Gaping Maw portal and took...
Ride of Da Maw-KrushaAtop the battlements of the Fortress of the Chalice an orruk in a colorful tabard paused in the middle of his patrol route. He squinted into the distance, trying to figure out what was distracting him. Something was…different. It was a bright day...
Asarathu and his agents finished their mission without incident and moved onto the next stage of the plan of conquering the city and preparing it to defend itself from the fae and their allies. They open the gates for their own forces to fight the city’s defenders...
Durbok glared at the back of Dethmuttera’s head as they stood silently among a thick copse in the depths of the Furyoth Dell. He’d been sleeping well and dreaming of krumping when a whack in the head from the shaman’s staff had woken him. “Boss’s orders”, the lanky...
Templar Oron raced towards the elaborately engraved warshrine below the Monolith, his eyes feverishly darting to the foreboding stillness of the cold, blue crystal and back towards his immediate destination.He stormed inside, brutally pushing a chained slave to the...
Grikk Mookshield had seen many things in his long 5 years of life, but he didn’t think he’d ever understand the other races’ obsession with gold. It was a perfectly fine material, don’t get him wrong; it was rust-proof, easy to work with, conducted realmstone energy...
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Urgoth roared as he charged a mass of Fae Knights. He felt their swords and spears clanging against his armor, and even biting into his flesh in some spots, but the massive Orruk ignored the stings. Each quick if inelegant swing of his boss choppa crumbled metal and...
Slowly, and silently, the Tzaangors crept through the jungle. They had spent enough time in the Dell to become acquainted, almost familiar with their surroundings, the nature of the jungle. Specifically, they had learned much in their skirmishes against the Seraphon....
Durbok grunted as he ascended the hill to check on the warband’s shaman. The ‘ardboy boss wouldn’t admit it to any other Orruk, but a humie got him good in the knee during their last fight against Fae forces and each step of the ascent hurt. Zoggin’ wierdboy, he...
The Revenge of Rondhol Dire News Has Arrived Briars Bring a Brutal Band of Burly Beasts to Battle, & Brittle Bodies Break Beneath Behemoths Stately as any queen, her graceful strides carry her through the tumult of battle as if the frenetic struggles playing out...
Templar Oron approached the shrine below the Monolith. Here, the air seemed to vibrate with power, and it felt hot and strangely dry, a sudden and unexpected difference to the usual humidity in the Dell.The Archprophetess was hidden by curtains and stacks of trophies;...
The kill team takes out a free guild patrol just outside the city and takes the uniform off the corpse and hides the body in a ditch alongside of the road, and then they march inside the city with first part of the mission accomplished successful undetected. Ready...
Asarathu arrived at Civilia’s Ruin camp that the wrathful where using as a base camp in the region he entered the command tent of general Agronā as he enter quickly salutes her and she returns it with the full respect to her friend and one of her best officers“What...
Gaston and his battered forces accompanied by his Ghurish truffle hounds, returned from their expedition in the wilds, in ill shape and stripped of their pride. Gaston naturally was the most humiliated of them all. "Fools we were to hope in knights of the accursed...
In the jungles near Old Brass, the fighting was dying down. The last few remaining Saurus and Skinks, lying disabled on the muddy floor, met their end at the merciless blades of Sytarith's followers.Cries of triumph rang through the trees, the mercenaries' lines...
“Dig”. That had been the only glyph written on the stone Dethmuttera had sent in reply to Snagruk’s question about what to do with the amber blood. He had flung the stone right back at the ardboy that brought it to him. He had cursed the shaman, and Urgoth for telling...
Troggoths live a simple life. They sleep, wonder in their caves, consume mushrooms and then go back to sleep. Sometimes they are herded by grots to do a bit of destruction, but overall they live secluded lives. Such was the life of Dunn the Dankhold Troggoth and the...
Scores of Skinks and Saurus Warriors gathered in the deep jungles of the Furyoth Dell, near the fortress of Old Brass. They had lost much time and many bodies while hunting the crazed demons of Khorne spilling from the vile rift originating there, and now it was time...