Post by winstonsmith on Apr 3, 2014 21:30:08 GMT
Ok, so my warriors are just having the final touches applied (Deadlines do that!)and after reading some of your back stories thought I might have a go myself.
The Northman stood upon the prow of the sleek Longship and gazed at the approaching coast of mangrove swamp as blood soaked sails snapped their excitement in the sea breeze. The hag witch had revealed to him visions of great warbands gathering, drawn by a long lost treasure, warbands worthy of his attention!
She had spoken of Ogres from the frozen wastes driven by hunger and the lure of gold; Proud knights of the Empire that had cut a swathe of destruction in the name of their manling god and unliving warriors who defied death and refused to bow down to Morr’s eternal embrace. Around the warmless fires of the north she also told tales of Lizardmen who fought tenaciously to guard terrible secrets they had long hidden from the world.
There were others too, stalwart, stubborn Dwarves from the worlds edge mountains; Beastmen from the Plain of Tuskers and Ratmen in search of dark secrets to overthrow their rivals and bring misery to a world they despised. Warbands of renown seeking the lost Talisman of Teotiqua.
There had been one more, a warband of Goblins that had reduced his cursed brethren to sneers of derision. Yet the witch had held the Northman’s eyes whilst the others laughed and her gaze was without mirth or humour, it was a look he kept with him as the tropical coast drew near.
Leaping from the ship, the ironclad warrior strode through the surf towards the treeline. At his approach the verdant undergrowth of vines and creepers recoiled and parted. Baruk Bloodwrought, chosen of Khorne, had come to the jungles of the Southlands.
The Northman stood upon the prow of the sleek Longship and gazed at the approaching coast of mangrove swamp as blood soaked sails snapped their excitement in the sea breeze. The hag witch had revealed to him visions of great warbands gathering, drawn by a long lost treasure, warbands worthy of his attention!
She had spoken of Ogres from the frozen wastes driven by hunger and the lure of gold; Proud knights of the Empire that had cut a swathe of destruction in the name of their manling god and unliving warriors who defied death and refused to bow down to Morr’s eternal embrace. Around the warmless fires of the north she also told tales of Lizardmen who fought tenaciously to guard terrible secrets they had long hidden from the world.
There were others too, stalwart, stubborn Dwarves from the worlds edge mountains; Beastmen from the Plain of Tuskers and Ratmen in search of dark secrets to overthrow their rivals and bring misery to a world they despised. Warbands of renown seeking the lost Talisman of Teotiqua.
There had been one more, a warband of Goblins that had reduced his cursed brethren to sneers of derision. Yet the witch had held the Northman’s eyes whilst the others laughed and her gaze was without mirth or humour, it was a look he kept with him as the tropical coast drew near.
Leaping from the ship, the ironclad warrior strode through the surf towards the treeline. At his approach the verdant undergrowth of vines and creepers recoiled and parted. Baruk Bloodwrought, chosen of Khorne, had come to the jungles of the Southlands.