Below is excerpts from the Turn 3 Unfolding Narrative of Animosity II included here with permission. Perhaps the most titanic of the clashes yet in the war would come to be known among the Soulmuncherz as “Da Big Bash”. Word of a good scrap gets around fast, and...
Below is excerpts from the Turn 3 Unfolding Narrative of Animosity II included here with permission. Dyrnawen Silverfish regarded the dead Dracoth with disgust, his burned palm trembling where he’d made the mistake of touching its mangled corpse. How many years had he...
It hadn’t been Anruil Brighteyes’ best day, but he was satisfied all the same. How could he not be? The Expedition had succeeded on every front. Tsatraya was secure from the living and the dead, a new base of operations for the war on Bykaal. Han Shizhong had been...
Below is excerpts from the Turn 3 Unfolding Narrative of Animosity II included here with permission. Breaking camp, the Expedition’s armada made all speed for Tsatraya, anchoring in the shadow of Uyar Point and reconnecting with the western end of Sobolev’s Road where...
Below is excerpts from the Turn 3 Unfolding Narrative of Animosity II included here with permission. The search for the missing Lord-Celestant Han Shinzong was confusing at its best, and narrowly avoided catastrophe at its worst. Fearsome squalls racked the Thawing...
"Welcome to Lake Bykaal Soulbound! We're honoured to have such heroic individuals aiding our cause, thank you, from the depths of our hearts, we couldn't do this next mission without you brave souls!" The Dreamseed was in a tent with a number of other leaders of The...
Borgut regretted his decision. It had been made in a moment of weakness, but it could be made right. Zotikos, Errrrr, and Banoffee had joined him at the markets, and together they now led the laden mule through the streets of Brightspear, towards the portal that had...
Below is excerpts from the Turn 2 Unfolding Narrative of Animosity II included here with permission. Ghyrplunge Realmgate General Gustav Johan Schmidt cursed as they made good their retreat. It had been a valiant effort- they’d given as good as they’d gotten, in his...
'Welcome, binding, to Hammerhal Ghya' the Stormcast says, welcoming Raith, Verbric, and Xiao as they pass through the massive Stormrift gate in the middle of Hammerhal, the legendary Twin-tailed city. The three of them find themselves, newly bound, in a city none of...
They had decided to start the day with a little light shopping, but Team Sparkles soon found it more... advantageous to visit their old friend Proudshard at his house. Proudshard, now back to his usual mage-y self after the ordeal with the Tzeentch spellcasters, was...
Below is an excerpt from the Turn 0 Unfolding Narrative of Animosity II included here with permission. Anruil Brighteyes rubbed his temples between his thumb and index fingers. This war had hardly begun and already it felt like everything was spinning out of his...
As in all things in Cerlana’s life things never go quite as planned. All she wanted to do was save a life, but today the unthinkable happened... Got light armor for Striker today! She has been so vulnerable in battle lately and I've been worried for her safety. She...
Dis kina weird. Dat bloody aelf Cerlana is makin it real hard to hate her. She been teachin me ta read and write. I was finkin to write about all the great fings Borgut does, and some fings my new git friends do too. But Borgut is always da best, so I tell it...
As the binding walked through the Realm Gate, they were greeted by the site of Hammerhal Aqsha
Borgut’s ship, the Dakkajet, rose up through the clouds, and into Da Big Blue. It was time to get his friend back. He had his fancy hat, …
‘Ah…’ Borgut sighed, ‘This is the life ain’t it boyz??’ All six of the orruks lay about the floor, bloodied, panting, and sweaty.
They met the first group of refugees a day out of the city. Boy, what they said was awesome!
The air rumbled. Vladan could hear the crash of snow from the world outside, an avalanche in the distance. The floor shifted.
Death hung in the air, and the only life Vladan could see was the carrion birds that swung about the huge corpse.
Borgut practically giggled to himself. Mork would be proud.
Mannfred limped slowly, and then walked, towards Vladan, death in his eyes.
‘Master-master, this… awkward-awkward… please don’t kill Snekch-snekch, just messenger see… but uh… we found-found more greenies…’
Bright lights swam in Vladan’s vision. They filled his field of view, shifting, swirling, moving around his mind, they pulled at his memory
Borgut gasped, his eyes flying open as his fingers were suddenly overwhelmed by a cold that entered his very bones.
Vladan could not believe what he was seeing. It had seemed like such a sure thing. Those damned blue orruks had looked so goofy!
Borgut took in the battle around him as he parried the thousandth ethereal thrust, and banished the damned back to where it belong. Wherever
Vladan’s forces had been climbing for close to a week, making their way further and further into the Yhorn mountain range, higher and higher
With the Key of Night in hand and the Desert Lords mustered around him, Vladan lead his new forces north. They were on their way to the Y…
They had their hull, but that was all. And the needed more power.
He had it. His forces had been weak, and he had stared death in the face. But he had it. The Key of Night.
Into Grimnir’s Head, Vladan goes searching
Following his ordeal with the blue magister Vladan finds himself in Galhalla, city of the Golden Domes.
Skeinhast awoke with a start, a hand over his mouth muffling a startle as a face leered above him, silhouetted by a crimson moon.
The Crab-claw Market sprawled as far as the eye could see, and everywhere that Borgut looked, he saw chaos.
‘Stop!’ The Tzeentchian wizard screamed. Vladan had him pinned down, sword at his throat.
Gorgut is on the move. He has a plan, he knows exactly what to do next.
Vladan Lehr groaned as life sparked in his too-slowly beating heart.
Snikrit has bought himself another day of not dying…
‘Kneel, you snivelling runt…’ Every fibre of his body that had just so recently been still and tight was suddenly released, and Snikrit…
Borgut had failed. For now.
Borgut’s eyes flickered open. The sun blazing into his eyes, he turned his face away from the searing light, and groaned. ‘This one’s wak…
Snikrikt Brownfang was ready for power. He always knew he was ready for power, it was just a matter of biding his time. Waiting. Ready to…
The Ever-shadow was broken. The Black Onyx had stood for a millennium, and throughout it all he had stood watch. His shadow towering over…
Blink. Fire flashes across the sky as rivers of blood run through melting snow upon a windswept battlefield. His life drains away from hi…
Into the Kollassaio. There was nothing quite like it. Da roar of the crowds, da chanting, da fists, da stomping. It was glorious. And nuf…
On the continent of Penultima, within the Prime Innerlands, lies a city of inky beauty. Carved out of pure onyx, spires reach for the mag…