Thursday 13 December 2012
Monday 10 December 2012
Clashes in the Badlands
Halal and his growing retinue
The Battle for the Forgotten Tomb
The Lost Brothers of the Flayed Raven Stubbornly
hold the tomb against waves of attackers.
The Shadow Alliance fight Heinrich in the
lost city- (could it be R’lyeh?)
A lot of painting has gone into Shadow
Alliance and it's looking good.
After single handily slaying a unit of pistolers
Balethor contemplates his next move
A Knight of the Golden Claw thunders
through the ruins of the lost city
Johan's Foragers fight for their lives.
Everyone of Johan's shots proving to be deadly.
The Thunder Mountain Clan is Ambushed by the
Shadow Alliance on edge of the lost city
Shadow Alliance on edge of the lost city
Tyrak and Halal seek one another out to prove who
has the rightto lead the Ogre clans in the Badlands.
Tyrak has Halals force on the back foot,
but underestimates his opponents sheer will power.
Sunday 9 December 2012
Letter from the Temple of Ulric
Through the thick snow drifts a wolf must stalk his prey. Relentless. Starvation only drives him further and harder in pursuit of his prey, until it simply lies down, defeated. Then the wolf savors his kill. Like the wolf, you must out last your prey, until all of the Badlands lie at your feet, defeated.
Relentless..
Wolfgang
Heinrich von Adalwulf (Captain of the Empire) (71)
Enchanted Shield; full plate armour.
brace of pistols.
Johan's Foragers (10 Archers) (70)
Preceptor; musician; standard bearer; Warhorse.
Sergeant; musician; standard bearer.
• 10 Crossbowmen
The Caravan Escorts (5 Pistoliers) (90)
Warhorses.
Visions of the flayed Raven
From Hans van peterson- Badlands frontiersman.
When they found me I was in a daze in the forest. I don't know how I got there. I must of been wandering all night drawn by the chanting. I can't stop the dreams now. I've seen too much, I want to take it back.
I've found scrolls nailed to the tree's and terrible fetishes hanging from the branches, I stared at them for a long time and felt my existence melt away.
I wish I had never seen that figure in black , he told me the truth he said- " Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras eget quam odio. Vivamus at nibh vitae lorem sagittis placerat. Nulla gravida sapien luctus tortor ultricies vitae aliquet nunc porta. Nullam urna nisl, tincidunt nec sollicitudin sed, tristique lacinia magna. Etiam quam mi, scelerisque et mattis quis, commodo in quam. Praesent sed enim id diam luctus pharetra. Praesent in nunc leo. Nullam nec congue metus. Ut quis nisl in mi iaculis porttitor. Etiam eget velit quis libero aliquet pharetra. Fusce auctor suscipit ante vel accumsan. Nunc leo diam, euismod sit amet fermentum non,
Hans has since been tried and burned for being a Hertic and witch sympithiser - Jonas Silvershot
The unstoppable Maw Feeders
Something was amiss in the badlands…
The tribe had travelled these paths before yet never had they been accosted by so many hostile factions. The followers of Chaos, The men of the Empire, and Elves both Dark and Fae had challenged the Maw Feeders over the past fortnight. Challenged however may be a strong word as each were swept away in the tide of the Maw Feeders’ charge.
The Iron Teeth were drunk on the sensation of their own invincibility, never broken, never defeated, they chanted old Ironguts fighting songs as they continued on their long march. One Irongut, by the name of Snaggletooth, had shown himself to be louder, stronger and more vicious than the others and would now champion the Iron Teeth in their next engagement.
The same invulnerability could not be ascribed to the Ogres of The Stampede. One would never say it to their faces but on occasion, fear was visible in the eyes of these behemoths. It was as if every bolt, arrow and lance had been aimed squarely at them over the past weeks and rarely had they made it through a battle free of injury. They had been sucked into the Chaos wastes and it had taken days of pummeling Demons into submission before anyone let them out. The greatest insult however was the unfortunate crippling of a Mournfang after tripping on an exposed root!
Near the beginning of their third week in the Badlands, Halal smelled a familiar aroma on the breeze and the Maw Feeders went to investigate. Cresting a rocky outcrop they beheld a small group of their Ogre brethren roasting a Rhinox haunch over a fire pit. Amiable enough at first, these new Ogres began to resist as Halal informed them that they would henceforth be under his command. Their rebellion however was short lived thanks to a mighty hammer blow from Snaggletooth crushing their leader’s skull while he was still buckling on his gut-plate.
Halal slept well that night, dreaming of slaughters past and of those still to come. And in his dreams the voice came to him once more. “You have feasted well these weeks Butcher, and through you, so have I. Consider this a small token of my appreciation”. He woke hungrier than ever, with the taste of blood in his mouth and full of a power so great that his next enemies would pale and quake before him…
Tyrak - Thunder Mountain Clan
They were on the move again.
Food sources had become scarce around the Ogres encampment.
Tyrak and his small tribe had been roaming the great mountain peaks for 4 seasons and had decided venture further west than ever before this time. Heading down the slopes towards the wide open plains of the badlands, small towns and villages started to become visible in the distance,
food and plunder were down there to be had the whole tribe could feel it in there Guts. As they neared the bottom of the mountain they came out at head of a small river that poured out from its source in the hill side.
"Man Flesh!" Roared Tyrak in delight.
A human hunting outpost stood across the river from them, sore and hungry from travel the tribe screamed though the water and the butchery began.
Nothing edible was left untouched the Ogres ripped through there only to leave a rubble in their wake.
The Tribe push on quickly after there gorge - Insatiable was there hunger, this small bite was not enough.
Tyrak had never tasted man, beasts, green skins and the odd dwarf were their diet in mountain.
So sweet was the flesh of man.
He wanted more!!
Tyrak - Thunder Mountain Clan
Heroes - 151
Tyrak -
Bruiser (151)
Talisman Of Endurance; Potion Of Foolhardiness; great weapon.
Core - 226
Mountain Bulls -
3 Ogres (113)
Crusher; Bellower;additional hand weapons.
Stone Crushers
3 Ogres (113)
Crusher: Bellower;additional hand weapons.
Special - 372
Thunder Cats -
2 Mournfang Cavalry (130)
ironfists.
The Brothers Grimm
3 Maneaters (152)
1× additional hand weapon; Immune to Psychology; Scouts.
Ghost -
Gorger (90)
Saturday 8 December 2012
The Shadow alliance - reinforcements from the forest
As time passed Balethor had noticed growing numbers of strange beings entering his forest.
No longer was it small groups of men walking scared into the forest or marauders looking for trees for fuel. This was something new. Men clad in steel from head to toe and great beasts of flesh riding even bigger monsters.
From small quick encounters with these foes Balethor could tell he needed help the ogres could not be slowed down no matter what they were hit buy. The knights not even noticing arrows as they bounced off there steel shell.
Balethor knew only one place he could go. He headed deep into the forest searching for allies right in the heart he traveled the trees so thick no light hit the ground. As he headed deeper he could feel eyes watching him, he could feel them in the darkness. Balethor knew he was on the right track then he stepped into a clearing where a massive gigantic tree stood proud bathed in moonlight. Suddenly with an earth shattering rubble the tree began to move turning around. Balethor could now see the face of a great wise Treeman.
“Who are you” roared the treeman his voice boomed throughout the clearing. “I am Balethor of the shadow alliance”. “Ha Shadow alliance Ha am I meant to be impressed that means nothing here” “ you think running around in the shadows makes you strong?”. Balethor Stared into the eyes of the treeman angry at what he had said but keeping calm
“I protect these woods, I protect you”
“I DON’T NEED YOU” the trees around shaking and many animals scattered from the Treemans awesome power
“surely you have seen and heard there are more now than ever entering our forest our home, you cannot just sit there doing nothing” Balethors Temper Rising fist clenched by his sides he could feel his muscles tighten as they do just before battle.
The Treeman just stood there staring at Balethor, He could feel his gaze almost like it was looking into him. “You are no ordinary elf I can see great power and determination within you”. “You Don’t understand it yet but it makes a great warrior and leader”
“I shall lead you help Balethor I give you some of the finest warriors in this forest the tough, Resilient Treekin”
Three monstrous Beings emerged from the dense forest behind Balethor each far bigger than Balethor. Balethor had never seen these creatures but there presence on the battle field he felt would be something to behold. As they entered the clearing they bowed before him pledging there allegiance to his cause. ”prove yourself worthy of command and I will send more”.
While travelling back to his home Balethor could not quite understand what changed the treemans mind about him. However this question would have to wait greater enemies were approaching he could see fires from camps across the land stretching out as far as he could see. He knew this was just the first step.
list as follows
Tel' Sindavathar (The Shadow Alliance)
Balethor
Noble - Alter Kindred, Seed of Rebirth, shield, bow of Loren
The Shadows
12x Glade Guard - muso
The Wicked
8x Dryads
Fury
8x Dryads
Vison
Eagle
3x Treekin
House Vadramea Expeditionary force- Whispers of Kthuluu
Sathyn Vadramea brooded darkly as she examined the figurine in front of her. These last few weeks of the expedition had been disastrous, save for this find. Her forces had endured multiple set backs from the forces plaguing this region. She had been forced to magically commune with her mother and request reinforcements, Nurisea’s displeasure ringing in her ears. The one saving grace was the ugly, twisted sculpture found near a magical well that Sathyn had managed to sample before being driven off by yet another Asrai raiding party that seemed to invest these lands like roaches. She had barely escaped with her life and many loyal House Vadramea warriors had lost their lives, but the power emanating from the statuette was intoxicating. The carving of some type of tentacled creature was a loci for Dark Magic, but one that she could not yet tap into. Her scribes had not been able to translate the unknown script on its base but Sathyn did not require them to. She already knew the words and their translation as they had been spoken to her in dreams of dread and blackness many times – Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Kthuluu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn: “ In his house at R'lyeh, dead Kthuluu waits dreaming”.
Sathyn now had the name of her goal, the lost city R’lyeh, within which the fortunes of House Vadramea would change for all time...
Sathyn now had the name of her goal, the lost city R’lyeh, within which the fortunes of House Vadramea would change for all time...
Tuesday 4 December 2012
Excerpts from the writings of Viktor von Tepes to his master
After entering the Badlands on your behest, I proceeded to send out my hounds to
scout out the land ahead of me. Through these minions I discovered a group of
elvish foreigners that appeared to the of the Druchii origin judging on your teachings
of war. Recognising that their leader had dark powers, and that she may have
been there to thwart our exploration I decided that is was necessary to remove
this minor threat, also sating my thirst on these mortals would provide some amusement.
Meeting these Druchii on the field I sent the hounds forward to remove the threat of their crossbows, whilst I managed to hold back the winged horrors from charging forward to rend and tear. The battle was short lived, whilst their bolts made short work of the hounds, our numbers took their toll. Many Druchii fell beneath my sword, though I did not manage to interrogate the elven witch myself as she fled from the horrors, whether she was torn asunder by them I did not know. These lands are filled with the dead, the winds of magic have seep deep into the earth,
The Badlands have the makings for the beginnings of the greatest Vampire Empire, from which we shall rule the world .
Meeting these Druchii on the field I sent the hounds forward to remove the threat of their crossbows, whilst I managed to hold back the winged horrors from charging forward to rend and tear. The battle was short lived, whilst their bolts made short work of the hounds, our numbers took their toll. Many Druchii fell beneath my sword, though I did not manage to interrogate the elven witch myself as she fled from the horrors, whether she was torn asunder by them I did not know. These lands are filled with the dead, the winds of magic have seep deep into the earth,
The Badlands have the makings for the beginnings of the greatest Vampire Empire, from which we shall rule the world .
Monday 3 December 2012
Clashes in the Badlands
Heinrich von Adalwulf makes a stand against the Vadramea Vanguard.
The Lost Brothers, ambush the Shadow Alliance
Mighty Balethor of the Shadow Alliance
The Maw Feeders seize control of the Wyrd Spring
The Shadow Alliance moves in on the Middenheimers
Sathyn Vadramea and her guard capture the Wyrd Spring
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