Khardihr, the city of cogs and steam grounded into the muddy mawed dirt. The once shining ingenuity of mortalkind now accepting bribes from the Seraphon for untold power, this sad excuse for a crusade to survive will only leave soot and ash once Rhondol finally...
For Areshtur, it had been the return of the good old days. Now back upon the biting sea, the deck of a new ship below his claws, a good crew in his command and the life of a Corsair under the Golden Wings of Our Burning Saviour ahead of him.All that senseless dying in...
Near overgrown ruins, surrounded by corpses of aelven warriors and orruks, two figures argued loudly..."You're the most incompetent commander I've ever served under!" shouted Virielle Stormwind, absolutely furious. "When we found those amber spears I thought our bad...
Someting’s Off Urgoth eyed the humie commander in front of him warily. Clad in a steel breastplate and helm, and waving a halberd around, he supposed it might intimidate a grot, but he barely came up to Urgoth’s waist and his strikes against the Megaboss had damaged...
Marshal Asarathu general Agronā sent me with orders that you are to return to base Civilia ruin, and then we are going to push out Seraphon and Sorrah Nikos forces and claim the amber blood for self to use in fight against the enemy sorcerer who will use it for foul...
So this was what remained of much of the Chaos Reavers' fleet, Areshtur thought. He had already heard many had escaped deeper into the biting sea, but still, this had been a devastating blow. The followers of the True Gods, their unity brutally shattered by an...
"Fate has brought us here. It is the Will of Our Savior." Templar Oron insisted.Damnation. The Archprophetess couldn't help but grind her beak. It was impressive, the Shifting Monolith, how it floated above them, in its Holy Magnificence.She folded her arms behind her...
The Revenge of RondholThe Black Pits Briars in the ChasmThe ground shudders violently underfoot, and several sisters topple, whilst others stumble and flail, but manage to remain upright. Only the branchwych is at ease, her willowy form swaying like a reed in the...
"Excellent." Templar Captain Areshtur the Ardent hissed to his adjutant. They had the Seraphon just where they wanted them - they had not hesitated to follow the seemingly inferior force of Tzaangor warriors right into their demise. The Tzaangor warriors' panicked...
Asarathu sit on the floor of his command tent in nothing but his small clothes the skull mask that hid his face normally lying on the ground abounded revealing man who handsome once before face was marred by severe burns the large one formed the symbol of the change...
The Gardenwell stretched as far as the eye could see. A lush paradise tucked away in the otherwise savage Furyoth Dell. Massive vines scattered across the picturesque scenery, dozens of which stood tall from the ground. High above the Hyshian light shone down touching...
They had formed a defensive circle. This knight did not fight honourable, so much was certain. He did fancy himself one, as could be gathered from his boisterous challenges and war cries. A knight of the chalice, apparently - he still fought like a steppe savage. He...
Durbok eyed the winged beast warily. It had been both easy and hard to track after the battle. Easy, for he trail of dead shiny knight boyz it left in its wake, and the destroyed foliage it left after exiting the crevasse. Hard, because in its pain it traveled fast...
The Wrathful stops to build a war camp with a prison to hold any captured prisoners well out in raids on one such raid they were attacked by a dark oath war band and tzaangors in service to the change of ways led by a dark oath sorcerer and an Ogroid Thaumaturge. the...
The cloud of steam hanging over the trees ahead was the first sign of something amiss. The second was the scent of burning wood, barely noticeable at first over the sickly humid stench of the jungle, but quickly growing as they drew closer. Lady Maemori paused, a...
Day: UnknownTime: Likely past noon based on Hysh’s position Location: The Drowned City of DrownStatus: Disgusted, ashamed, oddly satisfied with my terrible deed.The Iron Bloods have thus far survived the savages of Ghur, though not without loss and exhaustion. Nearly...
Spider hunting was a dangerous process. In the parts of the forest where the canopy was thickest, where Hysh’s light struggled to reach the forest floor and massive webs bridged the boughs and swirled along the sides of cavernous warrens, the bravest of the skinks...
Civilia was a trap, that's what Gaston now knew. His Ghouls-at-Arms had to retreat, but half of his forces were captured, including the Crypt Infernal, Captain Levi. The same Captain Levi that he was able to help escape from the dungeon of the mad inventor, Sorrah...
Sytarith stood in a sea of blood. The vision had been quite right, she mused. She wanted it gone. The thing behind her skull, that ate away at her mind. She desperately wanted it gone. The strands of fate had guided her well.They needed more blood."More sacrificial...
The Revenge of RondholThe Black Pits Briars in DarknessPart 1, The FigureThe rainfall has lessened substantially, to the point that it is now merely a light shower, meaning the figure can clearly make out the jungle it is approaching. It hasn’t far to go now, though...
Rhondol CampaignChronicle of Khardihr City Guard,Grey Company Lieutenant Hollistan is dead. As is customary with City Guard units, we rotate about the city and outlying territories under Khardihr's control. This happens every quarter-year, unless...
Inside an old clocktower, the Tzaangor had made camp.Morale was flailing, she could feel it, as she walked through their ranks, even if they pretended to treat the Archprophetess with as much deference as usual. It had been disastrous to withhold their victory over...
The Templars slowly marched through the bogwater.The others were alert, weapons drawn, always surveying their surroundings looking for looming dangers. Their scouts had told of Kruleboyz sightings in the area, and then…Templar Oron the Steadfast impaled a small...
The Revenge of RondholThe Shattered Temple Briars under Stormy SkiesShe and her sisters weave through the undergrowth, like the stealthiest of pack hunters, the entire warband disturbing not a leaf nor twig in their passing. Yet even the keenest-eyed amongst them have...
As was expected, they had not been the first expedition to get this far into the Dell.Even now, the Archprophetess could sense the metallic smell of Khorne in the air around them, even in the centre of their makeshift camp, her fellow Tzaangor surrounding her.In front...
Step after step, the Archprophetess went.Her clawed feet cut into the weirdly soft jungle floor. After her, the heavily armoured Templars followed, a more than obvious target in the midst of thick Plantlife with their golden plate and dark red cloaks. Obvious they...
The Ghurish jungle of the Dell was a puzzle. It was always somewhat familiar; rainforest birds sung in the trees, and all manner of crawlers scuttled on the vegetation or swarmed low to the ground. It was these similarities that only caused more...
“My, my, this seems a bit overmuch,” said Maemori, shaking her head.The tower of wrought brass and iron rose above her, slicing through the wild growth of the Dell like a twisted blade. There seemed to be no door or other means of ingress to its interior, and its...
Gerwig Litcher stumbles his way toward the riverbank. He falls to knees and begins to hastily cup water from the River into his hands. He drinks, no regard for the old Trade Pioneer guidelines for purifying water. Plagues be damned I’d die from thirst firstHe then...
Artwork by Jin-joon Park.______________________"Don't worry, ma. I'm coming for you. I won't let anything hur-""SHUT UP! Leave me alone, you're NOT MY SON!"Aldeena woke screaming, drenched in sweat. It took a few seconds for the light of Hysh in the Ghurian morning to...
The first awareness Tcimmera has of being alive, is pain.It sneaks into the gloaming world of her sleep in the form of a dull, smothering blanket. It tries to push her back into the darkness, away from consciousness, but it has made a mistake.Now Tcimmera has a...
Hitting the senses like the faint smell of almonds emanating from the drab clothing of the lurking privateers marching in formation through the newly clear cobbed catacombs of the Castle of Silk, with two carts with dark exteriors with purple walls adorned in spikes...
Day: UnknownTime: Likely past noon based on Hysh’s position Location: Somewhere deep inside the Furyoth DellStatus: Dirty, bloody, but alive “My greatest accomplishment is within my grasp. Pity that no one shall know Larisa Melborn’s name outside the worms, the Gods,...
Many legends have sprung up out of the wreckage of the Bleeding Wilds. People there are afraid, and need stories to explain how their world has been so completely overturned, and comfort them that they are not without protection.One of the latter of these stories is...
Bawdy laughter and raucous conversation echoed through the massive clearing as the Oldblood took in their surroundings. Their warriors had followed enormous plumes of smoke through the sparse openings of the jungle’s canopy and had emerged into some...
It is a clear, cool night in the Weald. The stars shine visible for all to see in the deep blue sky. The air is filled with the sounds of chirping insects, and camp members are sharing food around scattered campfires. It is peaceful. Veiðan and Hitomi decide to take...
The Revenge of RondholThe Crann Bethadh Briars & Their BettersShe lopes through the idling mob of sisters, over to the odd rock they have come upon. A dryad is sat on her haunches beside it, looking from the stone to the approaching branchwych and back. This one...
Chatla-Raktoa could not help but notice the alienness of the jungle. Marching at the head of a small formation of saurus infantry and riders, they were sure the rest of their warriors could feel it too. The Claws of Huanchi’s home jungle in Aqshy was...
Lady Maemori did not like the jungle. She could taste the humidity in the air, a cloying thickness that seeped into her lungs and clung to her pale skin. As if buoyed by the thick air, the grotesque bugs that swarmed about the air and crawled along the ground were far...
With roars of primal rage the orruks launched themselves at the undead defenders, crude choppas hewing apart joints and splintering bone. Scores of them lay dead already, their blood running down the ruined stones to turn the water around their beached ships red....
The Revenge of RondholInto the Dell Briars Sally ForthThe seraphon have attacked Ghur itself, and everything has changed. This was not merely the usual deforestation and land clearing of order, nor the senseless burning and razing of chaos. This was something far more...
Several days travel north of the Gaping Portal.Durbok stared at the Ironjawz Shaman as the Orruk repeatedly poked a small stone gate with his staff. Every few minutes he would walk around to a different part of the gate and repeat his prodding, all the while staying...
The games that built up to this story took place during Holy Havoc 2022. You can find the other parts of the story within the 'Revenge of Rondhol' campaign here. The Khardirian team made up of the Inquisition of Umberspire Templar strike force and the shock troops of...
Big 'un can feel the cold rain running down her skin. The sensation contrasts starkly to the burning sensation of the seraphon spear lodged into her thigh. The troggoth pays it little mind though, she has a job. The seraphon of the Xarlanth have set up cannons, which...
The map before them is weathered, scuffed by long, hard travel. But the buildings, roads and defences of Civilia are still accurately depicted, as are the recent additions of damages caused by the flood.Bartheliman watches Tcimmera study that map, her eyes flicking...
Kronol Scarmonger the steel fang slaughterer priest gather his men ready to push the into orruks territory “men ready weapons for most get vengeance for my child and your former leader I will tear savages limb and tear their throats with my teeth to get my vengeance...
The Revenge of RondholA Portal’s Pull Briars Drawn BackIn the wake of the recent massacre, she leads what few sisters she has found back downriver, keeping an eye on the water as she skulks along the Att’s banks, occasionally slipping from her upright posture to crawl...
Razgor studied the map once more. In the middle was a large wooden figure of the Gaping Portal, with a few dozen Orruk figures surrounding it. A single Sylvaneth figure was near the edges of the main orruk camp, to signify the force of nature that had been supporting...
Lord Varon had had enough. Ever since the Temple of the Storm had revealed itself to the Iron Bloods, the warband had bloodied itself to establish control over the ancient ruin. It seemed its previous rulers had designed traps and deadly devices for those who tried to...
“Traitorous rat!”The inkwell smashed against the wall of the cabin as Elanor vented her rage upon the contents of her desk. Letting out a wordless cry of rage she slammed a fist onto the tabletop, the wood splintering slightly beneath the blow. Though her heart no...
In a small clearing near the River Att, Urgoth sits staring at a small fire, occasionally poking it with what looks like a sharp piece of bone or horn. His armor has huge chunks torn off, bite marks showing at the edges. A large tooth is stuck in his shoulder, and...
The Mountains of Maraz are quiet today for lack of a better word, while Rondhol is always in dissarray where the lair of Gondrysdassnir is located things have been mostly been mild interactions with the recent additions of the gargants which have aligned themselves to...
“As I’ve told you before, Captain Twicesworn.” Sorrah Nikos’s voice twittered merrily like a birdsong, now that she was at luxury to be her true self. “I need you and yours to bring me back anything you can secure in Furyoth Dell. The board might have changed a...
The night was still young when a ghoul-at-arm spotted a figure making its way on a small boat inside the ruins. As it would be the honorable thing to do, Gaston de Heulierplaine would lead his trio of flayers after this would-be thief. Quickly and near silently so as...
Ka-rokk was quiet for the first time in as long as anyone could remember. No howling, no roaring, no laughing, no fighting. Just silence as he stared down into the newly formed torrent down in a newly formed valley. “Rondhol seeks to prey on you, my master,” Wyrdsquig...
The Revenge of Rondhol Trouble on the Att Briars on the Banks The song swelled when the violence peaked, but no sooner was the battle won than the music moved on from the Gaping Portal, heading up the River Att. Desperate not to lose this force that filled their souls...
Gondrysdassnir's scales flaked against the cold of the Mountains of Maraz, this place has been more than trouble than he would've guessed with roaming orruks, the weather beating down on his privateers, and most of all annoying to his senses as his fumes keep coming...
His minion man-things hunched low, almost as low as a Skaven could, clinging to the shadows of the machinery all about them. Makeshift pipes and sluices fought against floodwaters to maintain equilibrium; the pervasive sound of grinding cogs and gushing water had...
They may have come from the stars, but they kill from the darkness within the jungle. The seraphon have finally reared their heads, death now stalks Rondhol as lines of seraphon survivors begin to make themselves known. It began with rumours, adventurers not...
“Lady Elanor told us to be subtle,” said Knight Lord Dariun disapprovingly.“We are, no one will know a thing,” Maemori said, smiling sweetly as she dropped the limp body of the dockhand to the floor.He landed with a thud on the dirt of the alley floor, his vacant eyes...
Almost an entire damned week had Razgor been hiding here in this stinking muck. The Realmhuntaz had taken a smaller scouting force out from the main camp at the Gaping Portal and they had gone upstream, trudging through the deep mud that covered the riversides of the...
Lanterns shone in the heavy mists along the shores of the Bitingsea as the Emissaries of Forgelight walked along the disused, pockmarked and rain-slicked roads. Captain Tana Twicesworn kept the warband’s pace brisk, her orders to collect allies to The Illuminate’s...
Lord Varon Skullhunter, the presumed leader of the Iron Bloods, had no sense of the wilderness his mighty warband had been disgorged into. There was something menacing about this jungle, as if it wanted to devour you. What was familiar to Varon was the splattering of...
The Revenge of RondholA Call for Aid, or Ruin Briars on BoardThe lull in the song calmed their bitter hearts, its lessened tempo temporarily tempering their temperamental natures.She watches from on high as her sisters shuffle and crawl into the vessel's hold. Unlike...
Smoke billowed up into the sky to be lost in the black of night as the fire consumed the city of Wavemeat below. All along the shoreline huts, warehouses, and jetties burned, the flames reflected in the water that surrounded them. The crackling of burning wood was...
This story of the Inquisition of Umberspire takes place during the 'Revenge of Rondhol' campaign. Check the campaign page for backstory. Act 1 "Hello, sorry to intrude, but this letter doesn't have a distinct address? So I'm giving it to the Council, as it seems...
Tcimmera Skybrow and Ahvria soar over Civilia, keeping a Stardrake's eye of the wrecked city below them. They make no attempt to hide their presence; any foes that would try to attack them are already preoccupied by more immediate threats.Even from up above, the naval...
The Revenge of RondholTrouble on the Falls Briars in the RapidsThey all felt the music in their heartwood.Her form is hunched over, as she clambers forwards on all fours, talons and roots digging into the mud, desperately clinging on, fighting the torrents of water...
First Khardihr’s port, now the sunken ruins of Civilia, Rondhol was making a habit of reminding Elanor of home. She tried to dismiss such thoughts, she could not afford to be distracted.The undead warband moved effortlessly through the flooded ruins. Led by Wight...
Rondhol never sleeps. It is always hungry, always on the prowl, never satisfied. Those denizens that crawl atop it, that scratch away at its skin, that attempt to tame its rivers, that blast its mountains, that creep and war and crawl and burn continually irritate it...
An RP scene between Thomas Bouric#3602 (Améline the Anvil and Daisy), Keza#2929 (Jean and Evangeline), Foreverodd#1174 (Boi, Dan and the Corsairs) and Red angel#6435 (Varanguard King Khokatch Blaze Heart), begun the 13th of July 2022 in Choggrish Market chat and In...
Améline runs at the Fairwater cannon crew. Their attention is diverted away from her by Boomer's army, their ears deafened to her thudding boots by their own cannon. Although they haven't thought to fire at Boomer's warsuit yet, Améline has seen the potential future...
Améline hangs in the dark, alone save the for the ringing of hammers on an anvil, and pain. But these had been her constant companions. She could no more be frightened of them as she could be frightened of the ache of walking.She wonders if the Anvil of Apotheosis...
“Aenge!”The voice, even if it was no more than a whisper, immediately woke Aengellania up. The Age of Chaos had taught her to be a light sleeper.An arm briefly passed over the bed searching for Améline, before Aengellania remembered that she was away from Barak-Drak....
IMPORTANT NOTE: This was done in collaboration with Keza and is a continuation of their writing submission. I forgot to put that in the Narrative Summary. Sorry.Aengellania knelt beside the unconscious Jean. The warrior was still breathing normally and her pulse was...
There were only a few candles lit in Aengellania's room. She was poring over tomes recovered from the library when they blew out. In the dark, she feels a presence behind her. The visions of the bloodbath in Choggrish market assailed Aengellania at first, but she...
It was a pleasant day in Lahar. Perhaps not perfect or beautiful, and there was still likely a battle in the days ahead. But the water in the river was clean, the wind was cool, and the forest around Améline was quiet as she knelt beside the running water.At least no...
It's nighttime. Sentries are posted around Admiral Ahaz's grounded airships. Naturally, Améline is one of them.She stares out into the darkness, focusing her senses into the dark and away from the talk behind her. While trying to ignore the gossip behind her, she...
Titanneedle stood in rooted amongst the rotted bodies on the wasteland of a battlefield. The emergence of the Shadow Dragon had stunned the wargrove. Few things brought dread to those without the Spirit-Song, but this incarnation seemed to cast out waves across all of...
The battle had ebbed and flowed mostly according to Mat’hain’s plan. The rumors proved to be true as a unit of Stormcast moved in towards his people, but they had made them pay. The battle was nearly over, yet he suddenly found himself surrounded by Stormcast on all...
Sing with me a song of silence and bloodThe rain falls but can’t wash away the mudAgain within Drakengrad, an ominous song rang out as The Cult of The Fell Dragon surged throughout the land. As instructed by their Propheter, the cultists danced and sang, conjuring...
Within my ancient heart dwells,madness and prideThe words of the dragon god’s song left Ashur’s lips in their ancient tongue as she danced across the stage. Her movements were natural and fluid, like the ocean tides just beyond the city walls, so deeply a part of her...
Following the Battle of Drakheim, Drakengrad appeared to enter a period of relative calm as each force sought to recover from the devastating battles.The Hungering Warherd ambled aimlessly amongst the region, shepherded by members of The Cult of The Fell Dragon as...
The ancient looked out over the broken battlefield. The metal beasts of man lay strewn about in heaps, piles of beastmen surrounding them like barricades of tainted flesh. Scorch marks that stank of fulminated earth, and myriad beasts of the distant stars rot in...
At last, the tempest broke upon Drakheim, as The Cult of The Fell Dragon amassed its armies to assault the city directly, seeking retribution for the disruption of their nefarious plans for the stolen amberstone. Beleaguered by the chases in prior conflicts, the...
Lucina’s dream stretched out before her. Though Stormcast for centuries now, the Lord-Aquilor hadn’t been Reforged enough times to lose her need to sleep and to dream. While most of her other human needs had left her, the need for rest persisted. Perhaps, that was by...
As the sun set on the graveyard King Mat’hain looked around. He could barely make out the Namirti on the far side and the rough shape of the allopex they were escorting as they patrolled the far edges of the area. “Hrmph, scared tales for children,” one of his...
Kitznik frowned as he crept out of the tunnel and into the harsh sunlight of the deserts of Ghur. Frowning, the low-ranked Clawlord reached up a clawed hand and lowered the visor of his helmet a little, using it to keep the sun out of his eyes. “Stupid-dumb sunlight,”...
The thundering charge of swift-footed gryph-charges signaled the start of a number of deadly skirmishes throughout Drakengrad, as members of The Cult of The Fell Dragon hurriedly attempted to cross the region to reach their hallowed Mausoleum of the Gods. Set upon by...
Taro heard the gossip and tales that had been weaving themselves about the tribe. One of the priestesses apparently was grabbed during a harvesting outing by some cultists of the Fell Dragon. Taro spit at the dirt between the ghurain rows. A bunch of looncap...
Emerging from the aetherstream, King Mat’hain looked around the region as he took a deep breath. “Ahh, the souls of the lesser races are ripe for the plucking. Send the alloplexes around to the far side of the settlement and the reavers south. We will encircle them...
Lyndis thought she knew where clues to the weapon might be hidden, out where the Sylvaneth had begun to grow a glade, summoning an Incarnate of Ghur. It was the curse of Pride that did Nachta in, believing with all her vampiric arrogance that she could fight and win...
Sevnachta, so called Empress of the Ressurected of the city of Drakheim watched from the city's spires as a band of flying dwarves and floating aelves duelled each other on the plains near the city, her head tilting to the side as she contemplated the events of the...
War looms on Drakengrad’s horizon, drawing those who seek fortune, fame, or things entirely separate into the region. Many among them chose to wander the lands and explore the forgotten underworld, but this did not keep any safe.Exiled Sylvaneth led by their enigmatic...
"Move!" A burly hand shoved Uta by her shoulder. She stumbled slightly, her weaveleaf shoes ripping free of the highgrass. It had been hours since the cultists snatched her from her gathering party. They killed Ina and Hota without mercy, leaving their...
Beyond the seat of Nagash's power lies the oft-forgotten region of Drakengrad. Once a paradise maintained for the worshippers of great and terrible draconic godbeasts, The Age of Chaos saw a scouring of the beasts and their people. What few remained rebuilt themselves...
Construction of the forward-base in Ghur has been a very steady ride. With the extra labour force of Hobgrots acquired in the initial invasion, the building of the crude castle has been fairly quiet. Gregek has indeed been a valuable asset to acquire, his skills with...
The stench of death laying over The Swallowing Bogs of The Hungering Steppe were familiar to Lord-Aquilor Lucina Chromsdottir. The stench of a Sludgeraker Beast compounding that, however, was not. Bor Goadfist, Boss Prime of the Bogswallow Marauders, seemed to delight...
A small settlement of Hobgrots is the setting of today's tale. They are bickering with each other, bartering for goods, and generally doing what greenskins of the swamps do. The noise of the settlement were quickly deafened by a loud roar of another, almost echoing...
Da Molten Factory was bellowing out an obnoxious amount of smog and fire, clearly working overtime to get production going. The various enslaved Troggoths handling the dangerous machinery, producing more crude armour and weapons for the forces of the Waaagh! Up on the...