The location is in the Mountains bordering Troll Country.
The Armies are "The Legion of Sorrow" or Warriors of Chaos, played by yours truly and Tzeentch worshiping Skaven/ Warriors of Chaos.
This campaign is obviously going to be told from the perspective of my troops, since this is my blog. Do keep in mind that we will be bending and stretching rules for "cool factor" , for instance, Alliance rules are not strictly adhered to, Eye of the Gods table results are for the duration of the campaign, not per battle etc.
Without further ado....
The Legion of Sorrow.
Men hailing from the brutal northern lands near the worlds edge mountains are typically hardy. Having
to fight marauding monsters, orcs, Imperial patrols, and each other. It is no suprise to say they have
a deep hatred for men from the "soft" and "lazy" realms.
The Legion is being born in these lands, a generation after the glorious warlord Asvar Kul was slain at the gates of Kislev
, men and families from the baggage trains of his mighty host inhabit many areas that the army crossed over in its invasion
of the south. At its head is Renga Ungolmesh, a leader of the most powerful tribe in the region, who is seeking to do what
even Asvar Kul could not, to rule the south lands. Renga has united the warriors and knights of his tribe to forcibly pacify local
lords into submiting to his will. Already many Orc, human and dwarven groups have thrown down swords to his superior generalship, and
regional security of a sort may at last be attained if Renga can topple the last obsticale in his way... The Skaven
Having fortified a mountain along a key pass into Bretonnia, the rat men have been stealing merchants goods
from both the Empire and the Bretonnians, becoming prosperous. Though this group of skaven appear to have been exiled from the Skavenblight
they are not to be taken lightly, the armies of this Skaven exodite state are powerful, well drilled and equipped by constant spying and skirmishing with
the armies of the Kingdoms of Bretonnia, and the Imperial Provinces.
Regimentals Historica.
"Men of Sorrows Gait"
- Led by Renga's half brother Iglak Wol, the men of sorrows gait form Renga's bodyguard in the field
perhaps someday these men may incur the favor of the gods of chaos and become elite chosen knights. The Regiment currently has
no particular following to a single god of chaos as of yet currently prefering to favor all equally. Nor does the regiment have a formal banner
but they remain ever aspirant of deeds worthy of such a standard.
"Apostles of Jealousy"
-Led by Jagg Lugo, the Apostles, are a devoute band of knights, following the daemon Ugl'akath'tzearacht or "It that spreads Jealousy". A powerful daemon of chaos, Ugl'akath'tzeracht has
not yet been summoned unto the material world, though the Apostles are intent to gather enough sacrafices to appease their black master and bring him forth to led them in glorious battle and guide their
sermons. The apostles do not have a formal banner yet, as they are not of note high enough to afford such a standard.
"The Wolves of the North"
- a pack of warhounds harnessed by the legionnaries in the northern wastes, they have been "tamed" to a degree that
their ravenous aggression and bloodthirst can be saited on the enemy rather than their own men.
Battle in the Valley of the Ruined Keep.
It was as Renga had suspected.
The Skaven of the mountain had swarmed from hiding when he detached his small vanguard of elite knights from the main army, marching into one of the forgotten and cursed passes as the full body made forth to siege the lower reaches of the rat's domain.
Not doubt thinking to kill him while he was "weakest", he smiled through his skull shaped helm. "Oh what pathetic folly these rats show" he thought with a small chuckle hefting his axe and bellowing the advance to his loyal bodyguards.
"FOR THE GODS ! FOR CHAOS! ADVANCE! "
the wolves stampeded through the Men of Sorrows Gait, jostling the metal armor of his knights and kicking up a sheet of mud.
Looking through the vision slits of his helm, he could see the skaven forming their ranks down the misty valley, from them, cast in the shadow of the broken keep that gave the valley its name. As the dogs ran forward he noticed something amid the ranks of the rat men.
"Damnation of these infernal..." screamed Renga as the first mortar shell landed between the two hosts with a resonating *Krunch*, sickly yellow smoke pouring from the crater.
As if being outnumbered four to one weren't bad enough you could always count of these cowards to bring a warmachine of one sort or the other.
"Disciplined Advance" he said to Iglak.
"Yes brother." he said quietly before shouting the order, which was repeated across the assembled knights.
as the warhounds tore across the deadly no mans land the Warriors of Chaos would provide a steady and chillingly disciplined wall of metal and precise blades. As they advanced the Apostles took a mortar shell knocking three of the men unconscious by the toxic fumes of the bastard rat things, just as the dogs tore into the crew of the weapon.
Battle was quickly joined, and for several minutes Renga caught on quick flashes of the wider engagement.
He watched the Champion Lugo trade blows with the Skaven general before a bright burst of electric discharge from the cheiftans armor laid the man low.
he saw the Apostles battling against a seething tide of clanrats, butchering the rats as quickly as they presented themselves.
he looked down to see a carpet of normal rats, forming a living carpet under him and his men, biting and clawing their armor. He looked up, seeing a fat rat man holding tightly a book and a glowing staff.
"FIGHT ME YOU FILTHY VERMINIOUS MAGE !" he said screaming a challenge to the wizard.
"who me?" squeaked the skaven terrified, before quickly scurrying to the back of his azure hooded bodyguard squealing "Kill-Kill the man things!!" as the Men of Sorrows Gait descended on them.
moments later the battle ended.
the skaven fleeing in terror at their ambush gone wrong.
He surveyed the field.
the Apostles were picking themselves up most were wounded or shaken up from the mortar fumes. Even Lugo was fine, fortuate. though two of their number were not so fortunate, laying dead before a mound of dead and dying clan rats. Those skaven that were found wounded, were given over to the Apostles, for the had suffered the most casualties and slain the most of the enemy, and as such the honor of slaughtering the sacrifices would be given to them.
before the hour was out the ruined keep would be sanctified by the blood of the captives, and turned into a proper way shrine to chaos undivided.
"You'll want to see this brother" said Iglak.
"what is it" asked Renga walking over to him.
"These rats hold markings of tzeentch..." whispered Iglak, kicking over one of the azure hooded wizards bodyguards.
"the Gods test us in all things, this is no different. Their will be done Iglak. Their will be done." replied Renga, gazing up towards the Skaven stronghold atop the mountain as a delicate mountain snow feel on the blood stained valley.
"Prepare to march. We pursue in one hour" grumbled Renga walking towards the keep..
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