Hello everyone.
The local gaming group is holding a bit of a campaign that i'm participating in, with a Black Templar's army, as a change of pace from my chaos troops. Anyway, i'm using the unpainted Equinox Protectorate guys from the Pilgrims of Rust that i've never gotten around to finishing, and turned them into some Serf's to supplement the Marines in the field.
Very simple, but i think it will look good on the whole, as it will contrast from the Black Templars' themselves who are heavily ornamented.
-You Favorite Madman-
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Rise of The Master of Sorrow: (Part 2)
With the Skaven bloodied, The armies of the Legion marched into the Valley of the Sundered Helm to meet the rest of the rat's force and destroy it in a pitched battle.
New Regimental Historica's
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Knights of the Murdered Innocent- Led by Sevastian Klakk, the Knights are known and reviled for their heinous usage of children and the infirm as sacrifice to the gods of chaos, for they are not fit to live in a world of the strong and mighty. Curiously, they often offer quarter to combatants that are mortally wounded or are captured fighting.
Chariot of the Eye- The rider of the Chariot of the eye is not known, for he does not speak, and remains quiet and still when not storming towards the lines of the enemy on his cart pulled by beasts from the blackest pits of the Realm of Chaos.
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Again ! Forward AGAIN YOU SPINELESS MAGGOTS !!!! Screamed Renga to his men, as they charged once more into the lines of the Skaven. for hours the mighty hosts had bludgeoned one another across the misty valley. Thousands of tribesmen and clanrats lay dead or dying across the field. The time had come now to end this once and for all. The center of the valley was dominated by the great shattered temple to Tzeentch, known as "Sundered Helm". From which determined enemy resistance presented itself. Seeking to obliterate the source of this resistance and possibly break the spirit of the Skaven host.
The whistle of the poisoned mortar shells sailed overheard as they ran, the clattering of armor and the rhythmic warchant of his elite knights beat into his head, focusing him for the fight to come. Moments later, The Men of Sorrow's Gait, slammed into a seething wall of rats, ripping into the clanrats, carving great gouts of blood and gore into the air. The Knights of the Murdered Innocent, and the Chariot of the Eye sweep around the columns of the great temple to his left, driving through the smoke and mist of the battlefield. Then, just as his men had almost reached the rats in front of them, they parted to reveal stark silhouettes in the mist.
"no..." he said to himself. "no sane man would dare to pledge themselves with the Skaven"
"Men of Tzeentch's Ire! Deliver their fate!" Screamed the azure clad Chaos Warriors before them, hitting into Renga's men with a crash of sparks, and splintering of shields. Left and right the men of the north tore into one another, cutting each other to bloody ribbons. When Renga saw him. The leader of the regiment.
Ducking under, a heavy blow which he countered with a stab through the midriff. Renga bellowed a throaty challange to the man. "I Will show you a changing of ways! When my sword rips into your gullet!" When a cool voice entered into his mind with a polite chuckle. "Your brash humor amuses me Renga. We shall meet in the way of the my ancestors."
A tingle entered his body, he blinked, his mind felt heavy. when he opened his eyes, they were within the Temple of the Sundered Helm, their warriors arrayed around them, the blue balefires of the temple lit through impossibly complex sorcery. "So it begins that the great scheme is given to start".
Shaking the feeling of magical lethargy off, Renga bellowed and ran at the Warrior Mage. As he moved his blade to pierce the mans chestplate, he blinked away.
"the hell...!? " Renga gasped, as a hammer blow hit him in the back of the helmet, sending him stumbling forward. He quickly wheeled round and struck, the warrior sent the blow aside and sent one of his own towards Renga. Which skidded off his armor with a hiss. Renga sent a mighty kick into the side of mans knee, buckling his stance, leaving him open for Renga to deliver a dagger blow to the warriors groin. A screech not unlike that of a predatory bird echoed around the arena, and the man regained his footing and sent a flurry of blows down of Renga's body.
*****
Sevastian Klakk and his men galloped past the warpflame of the Skaven teams, and through the poison clouds of the mortar teams, cleaving slabs of flesh from the maintenance crews and adjuncts running through the Skaven rear. As he had just decapitated a Skaven message runner, he looked up through the haze of battle and saw a great towering figure. wrapped in a thick coat.
"Curious..." thought Klakk. trotting forward. A cloaked, man, stood, surrounded by piles of tomes and ritually killed skaven, he was chanting something unintelligible.
"Who are you ? Why are you not in the main line?!" yelled Klakk over the chanting.
The chanting stops. A thunderous laugh rattles through the air. The man turns, and pang of terror enters Klakks body as he sees the man's face a twisted combination of Skaven and Human.
"Filth!" Screamed Klakk driving his sword into the wizard. Who burst forth into billow of magic flame.
A quiet whisper entered his mind. "Thus the scheme shall unfold"....
*****
Renga picked himself up, he was bleeding badly and he had pains across his body. The Master of the Legion threw himself at his foe. Shortsword in hand the blades of the two combatants grinded against one another, as Renga and the Champion sought to overpower one another. Then a flicker in the balefire caught Renga's eye. The strength of Champions' block weakened. He dropped his blade, and took a step back.
"The Eye of The Gods are on your Master of Sorrow" he spoke.
after a quiet pause of confusion. Renga spoke.
"Then I offer your soul to the master of this place..." gasped Renga, through spat of blood in his mouth. As he raised his blade above his head.
That's when he felt it, the electric energy of the gods, gazing down and a Dark Fury entered into his limbs, renewing his spirit as he drove the blade into the skull of Champion, with a definite finality. The Sons of Tzeentch's Ire, faded like wraiths, in the balefire of the temple. Renga and his men were left atop the Sundered Helm, gazing across the field, just in time to watch Iglak and Sevastian overrun the Skaven line.
A group of Tribesmen marched past, the champion called up to him "A wonderful victory my lord ! "
" Indeed, it was well fought. But i fear now that more is at work to this campaign than i had thought Innman...."
to be continued....
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Renga gained the "Dark Fury" (+1 Attack) trait for his killing of The Champion of the Sons of Tzeentch's Ire.
hope you enjoyed this rather long winded tale of the 2nd Battle in our campaign. The opponent was of course JD with his Skaven w/ WoC allies.
Battle was 1000 points with moderate allowances for fluff.
As always let me know your thoughts for what you might like to see us do in the campaign, if you have a cool idea for terrain, or just what sort of content you'd really love to see more.
Thanks for reading !
-Your Favorite Madman-
New Regimental Historica's
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Knights of the Murdered Innocent- Led by Sevastian Klakk, the Knights are known and reviled for their heinous usage of children and the infirm as sacrifice to the gods of chaos, for they are not fit to live in a world of the strong and mighty. Curiously, they often offer quarter to combatants that are mortally wounded or are captured fighting.
Chariot of the Eye- The rider of the Chariot of the eye is not known, for he does not speak, and remains quiet and still when not storming towards the lines of the enemy on his cart pulled by beasts from the blackest pits of the Realm of Chaos.
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Again ! Forward AGAIN YOU SPINELESS MAGGOTS !!!! Screamed Renga to his men, as they charged once more into the lines of the Skaven. for hours the mighty hosts had bludgeoned one another across the misty valley. Thousands of tribesmen and clanrats lay dead or dying across the field. The time had come now to end this once and for all. The center of the valley was dominated by the great shattered temple to Tzeentch, known as "Sundered Helm". From which determined enemy resistance presented itself. Seeking to obliterate the source of this resistance and possibly break the spirit of the Skaven host.
The whistle of the poisoned mortar shells sailed overheard as they ran, the clattering of armor and the rhythmic warchant of his elite knights beat into his head, focusing him for the fight to come. Moments later, The Men of Sorrow's Gait, slammed into a seething wall of rats, ripping into the clanrats, carving great gouts of blood and gore into the air. The Knights of the Murdered Innocent, and the Chariot of the Eye sweep around the columns of the great temple to his left, driving through the smoke and mist of the battlefield. Then, just as his men had almost reached the rats in front of them, they parted to reveal stark silhouettes in the mist.
"no..." he said to himself. "no sane man would dare to pledge themselves with the Skaven"
"Men of Tzeentch's Ire! Deliver their fate!" Screamed the azure clad Chaos Warriors before them, hitting into Renga's men with a crash of sparks, and splintering of shields. Left and right the men of the north tore into one another, cutting each other to bloody ribbons. When Renga saw him. The leader of the regiment.
Ducking under, a heavy blow which he countered with a stab through the midriff. Renga bellowed a throaty challange to the man. "I Will show you a changing of ways! When my sword rips into your gullet!" When a cool voice entered into his mind with a polite chuckle. "Your brash humor amuses me Renga. We shall meet in the way of the my ancestors."
A tingle entered his body, he blinked, his mind felt heavy. when he opened his eyes, they were within the Temple of the Sundered Helm, their warriors arrayed around them, the blue balefires of the temple lit through impossibly complex sorcery. "So it begins that the great scheme is given to start".
Shaking the feeling of magical lethargy off, Renga bellowed and ran at the Warrior Mage. As he moved his blade to pierce the mans chestplate, he blinked away.
"the hell...!? " Renga gasped, as a hammer blow hit him in the back of the helmet, sending him stumbling forward. He quickly wheeled round and struck, the warrior sent the blow aside and sent one of his own towards Renga. Which skidded off his armor with a hiss. Renga sent a mighty kick into the side of mans knee, buckling his stance, leaving him open for Renga to deliver a dagger blow to the warriors groin. A screech not unlike that of a predatory bird echoed around the arena, and the man regained his footing and sent a flurry of blows down of Renga's body.
*****
Sevastian Klakk and his men galloped past the warpflame of the Skaven teams, and through the poison clouds of the mortar teams, cleaving slabs of flesh from the maintenance crews and adjuncts running through the Skaven rear. As he had just decapitated a Skaven message runner, he looked up through the haze of battle and saw a great towering figure. wrapped in a thick coat.
"Curious..." thought Klakk. trotting forward. A cloaked, man, stood, surrounded by piles of tomes and ritually killed skaven, he was chanting something unintelligible.
"Who are you ? Why are you not in the main line?!" yelled Klakk over the chanting.
The chanting stops. A thunderous laugh rattles through the air. The man turns, and pang of terror enters Klakks body as he sees the man's face a twisted combination of Skaven and Human.
"Filth!" Screamed Klakk driving his sword into the wizard. Who burst forth into billow of magic flame.
A quiet whisper entered his mind. "Thus the scheme shall unfold"....
*****
Renga picked himself up, he was bleeding badly and he had pains across his body. The Master of the Legion threw himself at his foe. Shortsword in hand the blades of the two combatants grinded against one another, as Renga and the Champion sought to overpower one another. Then a flicker in the balefire caught Renga's eye. The strength of Champions' block weakened. He dropped his blade, and took a step back.
"The Eye of The Gods are on your Master of Sorrow" he spoke.
after a quiet pause of confusion. Renga spoke.
"Then I offer your soul to the master of this place..." gasped Renga, through spat of blood in his mouth. As he raised his blade above his head.
That's when he felt it, the electric energy of the gods, gazing down and a Dark Fury entered into his limbs, renewing his spirit as he drove the blade into the skull of Champion, with a definite finality. The Sons of Tzeentch's Ire, faded like wraiths, in the balefire of the temple. Renga and his men were left atop the Sundered Helm, gazing across the field, just in time to watch Iglak and Sevastian overrun the Skaven line.
A group of Tribesmen marched past, the champion called up to him "A wonderful victory my lord ! "
" Indeed, it was well fought. But i fear now that more is at work to this campaign than i had thought Innman...."
to be continued....
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Renga gained the "Dark Fury" (+1 Attack) trait for his killing of The Champion of the Sons of Tzeentch's Ire.
hope you enjoyed this rather long winded tale of the 2nd Battle in our campaign. The opponent was of course JD with his Skaven w/ WoC allies.
Battle was 1000 points with moderate allowances for fluff.
As always let me know your thoughts for what you might like to see us do in the campaign, if you have a cool idea for terrain, or just what sort of content you'd really love to see more.
Thanks for reading !
-Your Favorite Madman-
Friday, July 26, 2013
Rise of the Master of Sorrow (Part 1)
Myself and JD, have begun a new campaign with the VSF one winding to a close, this time the setting is a familiar one.... Warhammer Fantasy Battles !
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..
Hope you enjoy this format. let me know your thoughts on it and if you'd like to see a more traditional bat rep.
-Your Favorite Madman-
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..
Hope you enjoy this format. let me know your thoughts on it and if you'd like to see a more traditional bat rep.
-Your Favorite Madman-
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