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 forces of Da Maw Dat Walkz batter at the gates of Grung Esik, all the while attempting to escalade the walls. Orruks roar, Ogors bellow and Grots shriek, while their undead allies either fight on in silence or wail and cackle. Monstrous weapons hack into Amasya's...
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...
Lord-Aquilor Karjeon watches the orruks navigating the mud, blissfully unaware of the Stormcast just a few dozen metres away from them, watching from what little cover the bogs offer. Or perhaps not blissfully, he wonders; he knows that orruks love nothing more than a...
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...
The Arid Lands Of Trirah is a vast sea of deserts, steppes and savanahs located in Aqshy. With very little vegetation and water, life is hard in the Lands. Large monsters roam the lands, often living underground to stay out of the everpresent sun. On the Lands, the...
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...
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 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...
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...
The youngest daughter of the tribe’s Matriarch, Kyra has made a pact with the First Prince to bring ruination in his name in exchange for control of the tribe.
The White Void. The burial ground of Gods. Where one still wanders the frozen wastes, seeking to reclaim the domain that was once their's. Before there was Nagash, there were many Gods of death. Some gatekeepers and shepherds, protecting their flock from the living....
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...
There are representatives from Shennek-Sharr Realmstone Repository & Loan going to each of the coalitions making offers of loans of realmstone, coinage, and other goods to assist in the monumental task of bringing war to the Bleeding wilds. This is a reputable...
The Dog-marrow Friends of Bykaal are the groups, settlements, and nomads living around the Shyishian Underworld of Lake Bykaal who are unaffiliated with any of the so-called "Grand Alliances" of the great warring peoples of the realms. Unaffiliated but not...
Mortal champion of Nurgle tasked with spreading the Emerald Blight, a disease that causes boils that explode into pools of vibrant green sludge. Septicux the Alchemist, A Great Unclean One is the patron and plaguebrewer for Glelch's plaguehost
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...
Noxil Ravenfall woke up in darkness. As a denizen of Ulgu, this was no surprise, and it did not worry her in the slightest. What did worry her, a little, was that she found herself within a space without walls. Or anything for that matter. Mist and physical shadow...
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...
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...
Known as Weeping Tor, the Order of the Tolling Bell maintains a holdfast within the Banelands in the south of the Penultima underworld, Shyish. The Banelands have long been under the sway of Archaon, and it is to him, the Order ultimately owes its allegiance, having...
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...
Aengellania awoke lying on a cold floor in darkness. Her head spins, trying to pin down exactly why she was here. Had Gwydain taken her on another night out…? She shakes her head as her heart turns to ice. No, that had… That had ended a while ago.Aengellania tries to...
Aengellania found herself walking alongside the Wight, their pace bringing them side by side. The Wight had been reticent throughout the entire journey so far, only speaking rarely to give out warnings and advice in the heat of battle. She doesn’t even know his name....
Aengellania tries to make Eresh comfortable, insofar as she thought an Ossiarch could feel comfort. Eresh’s soul had been knocked out of alignment with her body by the daemon’s magic, but Aengellania has confidence that the Soulmason regain consciousness within an...
The thrown axe spins past Aengellania’s head, bringing with it memories of bleeding in the snow with a long streak of pain in her back. She suppresses those thoughts of trauma and marshals her magic into a small bolt of arcane might. She fires it off at the Marauder...
Jessuirs of Supple Flesh takes a step back from his work to admire his depraved magnificence. He had excelled himself, but he always had since he had pledged his soul to his Dark Prince. To think that he had been content with aimless brushes, pallid paint and simple...
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...
Améline stands in a wintry forest, armed and armoured as a knight of her people. A small part of her wonders why she has two hands, or why she feels a longing to return to... Someone important. The exact nature of that person slips away from her, but she misses...
Blodaen Snow-Woven’s Binding found itself in Ghyran as a collective for the first time, preparing for an imminent audience with the Everqueen herself, Alarielle. Blodaen himself had campaigned in Ghyran before, and Ylthe had been grown here, but the rest still look at...
Tyriana Bladeforged runs the cloth down the length of her blade. It’s caked with gore, the refuse of today’s battle against the Beastmen, and a sword master needs to keep her weapon clean. So clean she can see her face reflected in it.It had been a terrible battle. An...
A huge bloated man stood over Cargan, armour barely containing his bulging bulk, rusty cleaver dripping with the hunter's lifeblood. Aengellania didn't know what to do. Couldn't know what to do. He turned towards her, gurgling to himself as he raised the cleaver...
“You're going away, Tichi?” Aengellania Heartmender asks this of the skink, not bothering to hide her dismay. The others are silent, though Aengellania can feel their sorrow through the Soulfire they share. "Yes. To Ahramentia. The massstersss have decreed...
“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...
***Content warning: gore*** It had followed them beyond death. Beyond the reforging of mind and body. Through the obliteration of all that once made them human, the curse of their homeland still lingered. The longing sickness, the dysphoract, the crimson blight, all...
Commodore Shmidlapp's career had always been a minor one… that was - until he and his crew started to receive visions of vast treasure within the Furyoth dell.Deciding to take up the opportunity, he and his crew set off for Ghur. But just as they had reached the...
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...
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...
Red dust rose and wirled from stomping bare feet, weaving around a smoldering bronze brazier. The stars shone unobscured by either the polluting light or smog of civilization, and -at this altitude- with a piercing blue that could almost be felt. The glow of the...
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...
After heeding the call of the Lord Menthizar of the Cult of the Unseen, Inquisitor Vollastor's messengers explained the Inquisition's interest in the Toothspire as a potential leyline focus, as well as in establishing a relationship with the Cult. The negotiations...
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...
At the edge of the Bogswallow where the swampy forest clashed with the Hungering Plains, the rickety caravan of the Hobgrots spilled out into the clearing. Four wagons long, each was pulled by a mirebeast of burden. The pig-like creatures were the size of a boar,...
QUEST 3RESPONSIBILITIESIn which a journey is embarked upon and an ambush laid…When Khallen Alterskein, Magister of the Coven of Mightfulness, had heard that forces from the Swallowing Bogs were making incursions into the plains, he was overcome by a sudden sense of...
QUEST 2DECISIONSIn which a pledge is made, a ritual undertaken, and a gift granted to a reluctant recipient…In the aftermath of the great hunt upon which they’d been invited by the Denkeepers ghurneth clan, Magister Khallen Alterskein and the majority of his surviving...
Who could’ve seen this coming. Razgor had pledged himself to the Ghurneth and not 5 moons later, they’re already knocking at their door, begging for help. Apparently they are at war with a group of hobgrot traders, looking to take over the steppe for their personal...
It had been a hot minute since Big ‘un had led the warclan to this place. Per usual, her nose had led them to prime hunting grounds, although the so-called Hungering Steppes were busier than their usual locale. It reminded Razgor of the time he had spent in the Prime...
A story of the Sons of Bugman AEC, the third tale of the Path to Glory host of the Hidden Reserve. Normally, Okbryn would never do this. After all, he still considered himself a duardin of scruples despite his blackened reputation, marred by grudge and half-true...
KEY CHARACTERSRaknok Poisontoof - Leader, TolltakerDESCRIPTOR:Hobgrots, Mercenaries, Sellswords and Scum.The realms are full of those unworthy souls raised out of the filth by the hand of a god, those corrupt enough to accept power in return for the sale of their very...
Quest: Pledge to No Warlord Arrival in GhurBeldric’s Expedition Fleet – Barak-IzrildrakkazBeldric Forgehand stood on the deck of his ship and looked upon Ghur. It was always a lovely sight to see the Realms from this height! So much potential above and below...