Destruction: Sunsplitterz Warclan
The Sunsplitterz are an aggressive and relatively young bonesplitter tribe living in Aqshy, the Realm of Fire. Ever since Prophet Wozoc Squinteye burst into the world from his volcanic mushroom, the big burning sphere in the sky has had his undivided attention. Surely such a powerful creature held untold power within it, how else could it float above the world and deliberately burn everyone in sight? With this in mind Wozoc went about his life's quest, gathering like-minded orruks around him on his great journey to defeat and split the sun, to absorb its power and to become the living embodiment of Gorkamorka in the Mortal Realms!
The spiritual leader of the Sunsplitterz tribe. It is he from whom the tribe draws its peculiar name, for it is Wozoc's dearest dream to defeat and split the sun that burns him every day of his brutal life. By destroying the blazing sphere in the sky and absorbing its powers Squinteye believes he will become the living embodiment of Gorkamorka in the Nine Realms, enabling him to hunt gods in the same manner as he now hunts their worshippers.
He has no idea how to bring this great plan about, however, so he merely leads his tribe from region to region and Realm to Realm on a whim. Interestingly (but not surprisingly), his declamatory quest attracts other bonesplitter orruks wherever he travels. Although his tribe is yet a minor one it keeps growing on a daily basis as the grazed and the power-hungry flock to his bony banner in order to witness the destruction of the sun of Aqshy!
Big Boss Grom the Punch of the Shifty Mountain
Boasting a set of outrageous abs, Grom is the brawn of the tribe whereas Wozoc is the brains. Originating from a peculiar place called the Shifty Mountain, Grom's life was pretty uneventful before he encountered Wozoc and joined the Sunsplitterz. The great mound of bedrock on the barren slopes of which he lived was a floating thing, dozens of feet above the fiery grounds of the Realm of Fire, constantly sailing the scalding winds from horizon to horizon. With nothing better to do the orruks that crawled out of the fungus-infested caves on the mountain's sides fought among themselves, the biggest and the strongest inhabiting the summit to leave the weak and the dead dwell on the bottom or fall off the floating landmass altogether.
Being the biggest and the strongest of all living things on the Shifty Mountain, Grom and his few chosen burly followers grew bored over the years. There was just no challenge for them in the weedier and weedier orruks that stumbled into the daylight from the mountain's depths. That was before they encountered Wozoc Squinteye.
On a particularly boring and hot dawn Grom was bashing in the heads of half a dozen weaklings when he heard thunderous laughter from below the Shifty Mountain. Peeking over the edge he caught sight of a Wurrgog Prophet running for his life, chased by a towering Aleguzzler Gargant. Without further thought Grom leaped from the floating landmass to land on the sufficiently tall monster, cleaving off its head in a single blow and landing safely on the soft carcass, earning himself the title "Punch". Because his landing packed a punch.
Impressed by this feat, Prophet Squinteye used the power he absorbed from the slain gargant's bones to bring the Shifty Mountain down from the skies with a mighty ritual of frantic dancing and yelling. Having thus secured himself a bunch of strong brutes and a famous Big Boss to lead them, Prophet Wozoc Squinteye could resume his quest of splitting the sun.
Death: Ghosts of the Crimson Path
Unimpressed by the slow progress the Ghosts of the Crimson Path have made in the Flamescar Plateau, the Dreadfleet commanders have sent reinforcements: a powerful Wight King accompanied by an elite bodyguard alongside two Deathmages to counteract the strong magical presence of the opposing armies:
Ludwig the Everdying
This powerful spirit serves as the chief navigator of the Dreadfleet. His lantern glows with a pale blue light that seems to cut through even the thickest fog. From his staff hang the three Oracles - skulls of dead sailors rumoured to never have lost their way. Unerringly, the Ferryman guides the Dreadfleet to it's destination, from one realm to another.
Thule and his men often find it a good thing Luther is on their side of the war. The erratic wizard usually keeps to himself in his chambers of the Great Furnace. There he watches over the Eternal Flame and keeps an eye on the city. When the freeguild march to war, Luther usually accompanies Amos as his adviser on all things arcane, but if needed he will also join him on the battlefield, burning everything on his path.
Magister Zhik'Akoot-Cot
Being the biggest and the strongest of all living things on the Shifty Mountain, Grom and his few chosen burly followers grew bored over the years. There was just no challenge for them in the weedier and weedier orruks that stumbled into the daylight from the mountain's depths. That was before they encountered Wozoc Squinteye.
On a particularly boring and hot dawn Grom was bashing in the heads of half a dozen weaklings when he heard thunderous laughter from below the Shifty Mountain. Peeking over the edge he caught sight of a Wurrgog Prophet running for his life, chased by a towering Aleguzzler Gargant. Without further thought Grom leaped from the floating landmass to land on the sufficiently tall monster, cleaving off its head in a single blow and landing safely on the soft carcass, earning himself the title "Punch". Because his landing packed a punch.
Impressed by this feat, Prophet Squinteye used the power he absorbed from the slain gargant's bones to bring the Shifty Mountain down from the skies with a mighty ritual of frantic dancing and yelling. Having thus secured himself a bunch of strong brutes and a famous Big Boss to lead them, Prophet Wozoc Squinteye could resume his quest of splitting the sun.
Death: Ghosts of the Crimson Path
The spectral horror
known as the Dreadfleet has made it's way to the realm of Aqshy. The fleet is
sailing in the Vitriol Sea, terrorizing cities and encampments on the
shoreline. Despite the armada's formidable power, they're still lacking the
means to mount a final, decisive attack on Hammerhal, the great city acting as
a gateway to the rest of the continent. But there have been rumours of a
powerful artefact hidden somewhere in the Flamescar Plateau, that could turn the
tide of the battle.
A small advance fleet is sent to investigate the rumours. A
great wraith known as the Shadow of Mordhaven leads the Ghosts of the Crimson
Path, a warhost of malign spirits known for their swift and brutal warfare.
Wherever this spectral host goes, only a barren, grey and crackled earth is
left behind, where nothing grows but a mysterious dark red weed. The surviving denizens of
the shoreline cities have come to know this crimson path all too well.
The ships arrive at the Searing Sea. The Shadow orders a
single galleon to sail to the Lake of Shackled Spirits, where the spectral crew
erects an unholy monolith to channel ethereal energies from the realm of
Shyish.
Should the rumours prove to be true, heavier reinforcements
won't be far behind.
The Dreadfleet intends to
harness the artefact's power to open a temporary Realmgate to Shyish, from
where the full might of the dead will invade Hammerhal. And after it has
fallen, so will the rest of the great cities of Aqshy.
The Shadow of Mordhaven
”Fear not my children. So it is with all things; there is
a time for sowing and a time for reaping.”
The presence of this dread spirit is enough to chill the
hearts of the living and even the mightiest of blows seem to pass through his
shadowy figure. He is known to employ tactics of deception and terror. Rather
than mounting a frontal atttack, he prefers to sow dread and doubt in the minds
of his enemies so that when the attack finally comes, the enemy's morale is
already devastated. He wields a massive scythe to gather the souls of his
fallen foes. There have even been rumours of resurrected Stormcast Eternals
fighting in his spectral ranks but surely this cannot be...
The Queen in Magenta
”You filth, bow before your immortal Queen.”
The Queen used to be a powerful Dark Aelf sorceress of
legendary beauty, obsessed with power and immortality. Legions of bodies and
devastated cities were left in the wake of her quest but at last she did
succeed. Harnessing the powers of warpstone in a Skaven stronghold atop the
Snow Peaks, she siphoned the very essence of Shyish into her body. Needless to
say, the Great Necromancer wasn't amused. In the end she got her wish – she now
serves the eternal legion as a banshee, forever doomed to haunt the realms.
She hides her ghostly face
behind an emotionless ivory mask but is easily recognized by her flowing
magenta hair. Her essence is all but gone, but she still possesses a faint
spark of magic.Unimpressed by the slow progress the Ghosts of the Crimson Path have made in the Flamescar Plateau, the Dreadfleet commanders have sent reinforcements: a powerful Wight King accompanied by an elite bodyguard alongside two Deathmages to counteract the strong magical presence of the opposing armies:
Ludwig of Asgarth was a Barrow King in the isle of Ossia in Shyish. He was a ruler not known for his compassion but from his swift and just judgements, a firm believer in the unmutable laws of gods and men. His now forgotten kingdom thrived and it's citizens lived in peace under his rule.
The kingdom fell when Ludwig was corrupted and consumed by the deathly Balefire that his advisor and archmage Valarr Lightbringer tried to harness. Centuries later the fire burns still and ever since the Wight King has been known as Ludwig the Everdying. Years of burning unlife have not done wonders to his temper. He is ruthless and cruel and will cut down all who stand in his way. The only thing he still searches is an end to his tortured existence but so far no blade nor spell has been enough to put out the Balefire within. Still, Ludwig won't stop trying. After all, he has an eternity to find a worthy foe to end his torment.
Valarr Lightbringer
Valarr Lightbringer was a powerful wizard from the Bright College and a trusted advisor to king Ludwig. There were whispers that Valarr was the true power in the kingdom but all the books from that time are ashes and there's not a living soul alive to tell the tale anymore.
Valarr was endlessly fascinated with flame and all of it's aspects, as is fitting for a Bright wizard, but his obsession went deeper. In his quest for the eternal flame he dived deeper and deeper into forbidden tomes. Finally he discovered what he was looking for in the pale blue flames of the necromantic Balefire. The flame was truly eternal and slowly it consumed Valarr, his king and the whole kingdom, the name of which has been lost to time.
He is a powerful wizard and though his body is long gone, he still possesses all of his knowledge. Valarr still serves and advises Ludwig - or is it the other way around?
The Ferryman
For millenia different cultures have told legends of a ferryman guiding departed souls to eternal rest. They had it wrong. The Ferryman guides the vengeful spirits back to the land of the living to exact their revenge on the mortals.
This powerful spirit serves as the chief navigator of the Dreadfleet. His lantern glows with a pale blue light that seems to cut through even the thickest fog. From his staff hang the three Oracles - skulls of dead sailors rumoured to never have lost their way. Unerringly, the Ferryman guides the Dreadfleet to it's destination, from one realm to another.
The Ferryman is a formidable wizard capable of animating dead warriors with an unholy vigor. His motives however, are unknown.
Order: Thule Brotherhood
Lord Commander Amos Thule
Freeguild General of the Thule Brotherhood, Relicbearer.
"For Sigmar, for the Brotherhood! Always onwards brothers!"
Freeguild General of the Thule Brotherhood, Relicbearer.
"For Sigmar, for the Brotherhood! Always onwards brothers!"
-Amos Thule some time during Realmgate Wars.
A stern commander and a master strategist, Amos Thule has commanded his Freeguild guard through many battles across the realms since he became the Lord Commander.
He wears all of his many scars with pride, but he never boasts about the deed of the past. Amos, even at his age, is a warrior to be feared in combat. He wears a heavy plate armour and carries his trustworthy sigmarite mace to battle. As the Lord commander and the eldest of his brotherhood, he also has the right and the duty to carry the Banner of the Brotherhood.
A stern commander and a master strategist, Amos Thule has commanded his Freeguild guard through many battles across the realms since he became the Lord Commander.
He wears all of his many scars with pride, but he never boasts about the deed of the past. Amos, even at his age, is a warrior to be feared in combat. He wears a heavy plate armour and carries his trustworthy sigmarite mace to battle. As the Lord commander and the eldest of his brotherhood, he also has the right and the duty to carry the Banner of the Brotherhood.
Luther Flamestrike
Battlemage of the Collegiate Arcane, Flamekeeper of the Sigmarsund's Great Furnace.
"Everything that is wood will burn, everything that is stone will crumble."
-Luther Flamestrike during the siege of KharduulBattlemage of the Collegiate Arcane, Flamekeeper of the Sigmarsund's Great Furnace.
"Everything that is wood will burn, everything that is stone will crumble."
Thule and his men often find it a good thing Luther is on their side of the war. The erratic wizard usually keeps to himself in his chambers of the Great Furnace. There he watches over the Eternal Flame and keeps an eye on the city. When the freeguild march to war, Luther usually accompanies Amos as his adviser on all things arcane, but if needed he will also join him on the battlefield, burning everything on his path.
Chaos: Cult Hu
There were many secrets on the Flamescar Plateau. Some of the secrets were quite well known, the best kept secrets of Flamescar Plateau. Some of the secrets were more secret, known only by a few. A few who had created the secret, inherited it from others or had learnt it from the tales or tomes. There were lots of real secrets as well, known only by handful or no-one. Is it really a secret, if no-one knows about it? Is it a victory, if the defeated do not tell the tale? History is written by those who are victorious, but that history is rarely accurate or
comprehensive. To learn the real history, you had to listen at the taverns, asylums and at the servants’ rooms, read the tomes in well known, in scarcely known or in forgotten languages. Then learn what was actually true and what was not. Where there was a seed of truth and where there were none.
That was exactly what Zhik’Akoot-Cot, the magister and the leader of secretive Cult Hu, had done. Of course he had the magic to help him, his visions to help him and his god, mighty Tzeentch, to help him. He now knew exactly what had happened, what was happening and what will be happening. Well, not all, he knew that much. But in the end Tzeentch knew what would happen and Tzeentch would be victorious and Tzeentch would reward those who had been faithful. Zhik’Akoot-Cot was one of those faithful.
That faithfulness had led him to the Flamescar Plateau, on the Mortal Realm of Aqshy. There he had made his bastion at the Parching Waste, north east corner of the Plateau. There he had knitted his plans and his schemes to fulfill his mighty task. Luckily the area was filled with all kind of creatures, which he could use as his puppets. Lowly beastmen were easy to bend to follow his rule. The followers of Nurgle were tricked to help him, while they thought to be helping themselves - they were, of course, but only on short term. It was child’s play to trick them under his rule in order to help servants of the Grandfather to spread his gifts. That help would be short lived in the end, the diseases and rots would not last long on this Plateau.
War hungry followers of Khorne were even easier to lead, a small promise of battle and skulls was all that was needed. In the end, they thought they were leading the force, but that was only a puppet, Zhik’Akoot-Cot was pulling the strings. It would have been stupid to expect the followers of Khorne to see through that. And then there were the mortal men, who could be guided to follow his needs and still think they were having ideas of their own.
“Just like I planned”, a common phrase, when Zhik’Akoot-Cot was alone. So far he had been kind of alone, the lone follower of his god on the Plateau, just pushing the others to follow his plans. Soon he has to summon some reinforcements, because the secrets of the Flamescar Plateau had lured all kind of distractions, which needed removals. There were fleets of Undead on the coast, mad orruks with orange skin had erupted from the caves and followers of Sigmar were spreading. That all was foreseen, as usual, but it was still something that only an army could resolve at this time. At this time, the time when he was needed to utilize the secret he was after.
Slaughterpriest Vorax Hackmaster
comprehensive. To learn the real history, you had to listen at the taverns, asylums and at the servants’ rooms, read the tomes in well known, in scarcely known or in forgotten languages. Then learn what was actually true and what was not. Where there was a seed of truth and where there were none.
That was exactly what Zhik’Akoot-Cot, the magister and the leader of secretive Cult Hu, had done. Of course he had the magic to help him, his visions to help him and his god, mighty Tzeentch, to help him. He now knew exactly what had happened, what was happening and what will be happening. Well, not all, he knew that much. But in the end Tzeentch knew what would happen and Tzeentch would be victorious and Tzeentch would reward those who had been faithful. Zhik’Akoot-Cot was one of those faithful.
That faithfulness had led him to the Flamescar Plateau, on the Mortal Realm of Aqshy. There he had made his bastion at the Parching Waste, north east corner of the Plateau. There he had knitted his plans and his schemes to fulfill his mighty task. Luckily the area was filled with all kind of creatures, which he could use as his puppets. Lowly beastmen were easy to bend to follow his rule. The followers of Nurgle were tricked to help him, while they thought to be helping themselves - they were, of course, but only on short term. It was child’s play to trick them under his rule in order to help servants of the Grandfather to spread his gifts. That help would be short lived in the end, the diseases and rots would not last long on this Plateau.
War hungry followers of Khorne were even easier to lead, a small promise of battle and skulls was all that was needed. In the end, they thought they were leading the force, but that was only a puppet, Zhik’Akoot-Cot was pulling the strings. It would have been stupid to expect the followers of Khorne to see through that. And then there were the mortal men, who could be guided to follow his needs and still think they were having ideas of their own.
“Just like I planned”, a common phrase, when Zhik’Akoot-Cot was alone. So far he had been kind of alone, the lone follower of his god on the Plateau, just pushing the others to follow his plans. Soon he has to summon some reinforcements, because the secrets of the Flamescar Plateau had lured all kind of distractions, which needed removals. There were fleets of Undead on the coast, mad orruks with orange skin had erupted from the caves and followers of Sigmar were spreading. That all was foreseen, as usual, but it was still something that only an army could resolve at this time. At this time, the time when he was needed to utilize the secret he was after.
“Warm blood runs and boiling blood is warm”
-Vorax Hackmaster
-Vorax Hackmaster
Things were moving forward. The demons and followers of Nurgle had learnt the lessons and now easily followed Zhik’Akoot-Cot’s led. At first they were arrogant and not very powerful, but once they were badly beaten by the orange skinned orruks, they started to take things seriously. Nurgle’s grip on Aqshy was not strong at all, but step by step they would gain might. All those steps would directly or indirectly get Zhik’Akoot-Cot closer to his goal, whether followers of Nurgle were a little powerful that time or not, made no difference.
He had already managed to lure those orruks far away from they home, just under his eyes. At the same time the followers of Nurgle got their lesson. When the undead fleets landed on the shores, he was ready with his troops. Both of the sides were waiting for a comet to land, but in the end Zhik’Akoot-Cot was triumphant and the undead spirits were banished. He had seen all the details in advance, none of his followers were slain and he captured the landing site of the comet. To make his command more visible, he created a garrison on the Black Iron Peninsula, close to his another garrison at Parching Waste.
Next there was a need to push back some humans, followers of Sigmar, the Thule Brotherhood. Keep your enemies close, but not too many and not too close. They were on the move on the Tears of Fate, and it would not be acceptable to have them there. Using a Realmgate he moved his warriors, mostly followers of Nurgle, but also a Khorne Slaughterpriest, there. Slaughterpriest, Vorax Hackmaster, was more than interested in collecting some skulls for this bloodthirsty god. He was also important part of Zhik’Akoot Cot’s ploy to lure more of those fierce and suitably mindless warriors to fight his fights.
Where the two armies met, there was a coming landing site of another comet, as predicted. Humans had a wizard amongst them, but he was no match for Zhik’Akoot-Cot and his companion, the Great Unclean One, a greater demon of Nurgle. Once the enemy commander was out of action, the wizard soon followed. After that the groups of human were no match to his warriors and demons. Even the arriving reinforcements were slowed down by a host of nurglings, before the final blow was given shortly after the comet had landed.
After garrisoning this landing site as well, Zhik’Akoot-Cot had three areas under his control and the garrisons formed a nice triangle to please the God of Plagues. Vorax was also pleased and impressed, and it should not be difficult to get his followers to join the next fight. Giving them some namely command and promising a good fight, would be more than enough. In the end they were not that different from those orruks, which he fought against at the Vitriolic Swamps earlier.
Gathering his army, he made more ploys to closer to his goal and the glory of Tzeentch. Soon his army would be too strong for him to hold alone, he would need some help from those, who would be loyal to his god - only. But that time was not yet.
Slambo
[GORECHOSEN]
The promised reinforcements of Khorne were slowly moving from the south. They seemed to be enjoying more about the fighting than marching, though. There was a huge army coming, Exalted Deathbringer with his Gorechosen in the forefront, but it was moving slowly and fighting constantly with unimportant opponents. Zhik’Akoot-Cot sent some smaller demons to guide the Khorne on the right path, but the progress was slow.
He had already managed to lure those orruks far away from they home, just under his eyes. At the same time the followers of Nurgle got their lesson. When the undead fleets landed on the shores, he was ready with his troops. Both of the sides were waiting for a comet to land, but in the end Zhik’Akoot-Cot was triumphant and the undead spirits were banished. He had seen all the details in advance, none of his followers were slain and he captured the landing site of the comet. To make his command more visible, he created a garrison on the Black Iron Peninsula, close to his another garrison at Parching Waste.
Next there was a need to push back some humans, followers of Sigmar, the Thule Brotherhood. Keep your enemies close, but not too many and not too close. They were on the move on the Tears of Fate, and it would not be acceptable to have them there. Using a Realmgate he moved his warriors, mostly followers of Nurgle, but also a Khorne Slaughterpriest, there. Slaughterpriest, Vorax Hackmaster, was more than interested in collecting some skulls for this bloodthirsty god. He was also important part of Zhik’Akoot Cot’s ploy to lure more of those fierce and suitably mindless warriors to fight his fights.
Where the two armies met, there was a coming landing site of another comet, as predicted. Humans had a wizard amongst them, but he was no match for Zhik’Akoot-Cot and his companion, the Great Unclean One, a greater demon of Nurgle. Once the enemy commander was out of action, the wizard soon followed. After that the groups of human were no match to his warriors and demons. Even the arriving reinforcements were slowed down by a host of nurglings, before the final blow was given shortly after the comet had landed.
After garrisoning this landing site as well, Zhik’Akoot-Cot had three areas under his control and the garrisons formed a nice triangle to please the God of Plagues. Vorax was also pleased and impressed, and it should not be difficult to get his followers to join the next fight. Giving them some namely command and promising a good fight, would be more than enough. In the end they were not that different from those orruks, which he fought against at the Vitriolic Swamps earlier.
Gathering his army, he made more ploys to closer to his goal and the glory of Tzeentch. Soon his army would be too strong for him to hold alone, he would need some help from those, who would be loyal to his god - only. But that time was not yet.
“The name is Slambo and I’m here to kill”, said the lone surviving Chaos Warrior after the battle.
Surprisingly he was not actually a follower of Nurgle, like the others, nor a follower of any other Chaos God. He walked his own path, but didn’t mind if some of the Chaos Gods were walking the same path to the same direction. It was hard to say, if he was happy to join Zhik’Akoot-Cot’s army, but he joined nevertheless. There was a promise of good fights and supplies, so why not follow that path.
[GORECHOSEN]
The promised reinforcements of Khorne were slowly moving from the south. They seemed to be enjoying more about the fighting than marching, though. There was a huge army coming, Exalted Deathbringer with his Gorechosen in the forefront, but it was moving slowly and fighting constantly with unimportant opponents. Zhik’Akoot-Cot sent some smaller demons to guide the Khorne on the right path, but the progress was slow.
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