The village was in flames, but most of the fires were already dimming. The smoke drifted upward from across the flat plain, a mountain of twisting blackness shifting and coaling into the sky. There were no more screams, and an eerie silence wisped through the villages...
Scarlet emergency lights flooded the flicker-lit halls of the smoke filled sub-basement forge-halls as scratchy metallic screeching temporarily drowned the whir of pistons and gears. The 518th Union Security Detail began to slide down ladders, mustering the crowds...
I.The harsh desert winds blew around Razgor’s head. The orruk stood atop his Sludgeraker, Grotgobbla. Together with his warclan, they were positioned atop a dune. The boltboyz lined the ridges whilst the gutrippaz were standing at the foot of the dunes. About a...
This story of the Inquisition of Umberspire takes place during a local ‘ Arvard Ardboyz Path to Glory' campaign. In the Realm of Ghur in far Lendu, beyond the shadow of Beastgrave, there lies the volcanic valley of known as the Obsidian Vale. For many generations folk...
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...
Hoo-Ha was big. He was getting bigger. It was a dream, he knew that. Orruks were smart enough to know when they were dreaming. And Hoo-ha was a smart orruk. And Blessed. He’d been blessed by Gork. Maybe Mork too. The other boys had been unable to hurt the ghost...
Watch captain Grathend Tübleck surveys the oncoming dust plume inexorably growing larger across the horizon, dread sinking whatever good humour the unabated Chaos raiders hadn’t already beaten out of him. In that cloud he can see Ironjaw orruks mounted on gruntas, a...
Aengellania shares a fire with Nuklib, the Weirdnob Shaman that had made sure the Ironjaws welcomed her into their tribe. She likes him, she had eventually decided. He was good company to be in, a far more engaging teacher of Waaagh! magic than any of her Zaitrec...
“I'm telling you, the tracks lead here. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean I can't."“Perhaps we should have waited for Tichi. She's just as good of a scout as you are, Cargan.”Aengellania Heartmender lets Cargan and Myloc’s bickering wash over her, as she...
Beliana Fauncrest sat with her council. The evidence, the images, and the individuals arrayed around them, on display, and under critique. “Are we sure that he will not speak further?” she inquired of the investigator, her hand referencing the Orruk that stood in...
A Raft of Choices The sleek, sharp, dark grey-green craft glid half-menacing, half-playful through the interminable morass. The vessel seemed, in a place where to all appearances there was nowhere to go, nonetheless to know keenly where it was bound. From the...
Borgut, Zotikos, Errrrr, and Banoffee were exhausted. They had spent weeks and weeks at Lake Bykaal serving under The Expedition, and just as they thought that they may well have a little down-time, another summons had appeared.And so the team had set off, first to...