Friday 31 March 2017

The Order of the Fiery Gate - The Runefather


Folkvar looked down at the realmgate he had stepped through with the Black Wardens when he had first come to Aqshy. He watched as the fyreslayers changed guard with their brethren, allowing those that had stood sentinel over the portal to Shyish to take their respite for the night. The recently dismissed Auric Hearthguard eyed the foreign duardin suspiciously as the passed by with their magmapikes slung over their shoulders.

Wednesday 29 March 2017

Prince Tarkin of the Sea Elves



The aetheric winds had changed. Whether that was for good or ill mattered not, only that they had changed. Their change was the herald he needed to take his people out of hiding.

Sea Elf Prince Tarkin had hidden his people away from the ravages of Chaos for more years than he cared to count. At his order the storms that wracked the seas surrounding their island had been stoked into a raging tempest that none save a Sea Elf could navigate. His duty now was to lead his forces into the unknown beyond their storms and confront a changed world.

Olrog Transformed



Since his transformation Olrog has set his mind on conquering the Great Green Torc as a staging post for his campaign to subjugate the Realms. The abundant life energy provides a perfect environment for apex predators to thrive which gives the Orruks plenty of sport and boosts their already awesome resilience. This is just a bonus however what Olrog really wants is the wealth of natural resources the Torc boasts. Resources he intends to plunder to fuel his Waaagh by manufacturing a mighty war machine to crush his foes. Malevolent as only a Waaagh crazed Orruk can be Olrog has not forgotten the wrongs done to him by the Amber Mage Thyios and control of the Torc's Realmgates will aid the hunt for his Nemesis.

Tuesday 28 March 2017

Aboard the Hellbound

The nomads stirred restlessly in their stitched-hide tents.  A breeze rifled through the camp, and strangely for the arid plain, it carried the sharp tang of salt, and water, and rot.  A voice cried out in fear, muffled, and carried away in the strange wind.  As his tribe pulled the door-flaps tight, Massoud glimpsed something between the clouds as it slipped across the face of the stars.  What it was, he could not say, but a shudder shook him to his core.

Far above, the splintered hull of a ghostly frigate pitched and rolled through the turbulent sky.  Gazing from the deck, a lone figure spared no time for the huddled people below, his eyes fixed on the horizon.


Lord-Aquilor Caligo Gloomwing, herself.

MARCH BONUS OBJECTIVE UNLOCKED: General Painted!


Long before the Age of Chaos, perhaps before the age of Myth, Nagash slumbered. Vampire Lords and Mortal Kings skirmished for control of trade roads, Realm Gates, and soul stones. Calidasa was the high doom priestess at the Soulbone temple, committed to her destiny of communion with the spirits of the past. For to commune with the dead unlocked many secrets of the eight realms, and allowed the forecasting of great catastrophes and genocide. 

Monday 27 March 2017

The Order of the Fiery Gate - Battle Report: The Hidden Artefact

Folkvar-Grimnir sneered as he turned the baleful amulet in his hand. Shadows coalesced and writhed within a huge, blood-red ruby clasped within an ur-gold setting.

'Sacrilegious bastards...' spat Runesmiter Alsvir.

'I have seen its ilk before, my lord,' chimed in Aurelius Oathkeeper, Errant-Questor of the Black Wardens. 'Heathen warlords often use such gems to lend them great power in battle. They trap unclean souls within them and use the essence therein to empower themselves.'

'We shall have Runemaster Ruadhar destroy it safely,' the Runefather decided. 'Who knows what other trickery is concealed within-'

Folkvar-Grimnir was cut off by the peal of a barbarous horn reverberating throughout the surrounding woods.

'Orruks!' roared Runemaster Ruadhar, brandishing his staff in the direction of the forest. 'A whole bloody tribe of them!'

Immediately the duardin encampment burst into life. Berzerkers leaped to their feet and began forming up into individual units, weapons at the ready, whilst Fokvar-Grimnir and Alsvir both took to their mounts.

Sunday 26 March 2017

Groin Kikka, Da Bane of Men and the Left Foot of Gork (or Mork?)



The Orruk Megaboss known as Groin Kikka's first recorded appearance was over 500 years ago, when he led a WAAAGH! of the Fire Skullz Klan that ravaged the Great Green Torc. Emerging without warning from the deep forest of the Burgoening, Groin Kikka burned, pillaged and chopped his way westward. Countless human villages and town fell before the might of his WAAAGH!

Tuesday 21 March 2017

Battle Report: Seeking Alliance turns to Take & Hold

Prelude:
The blackness of their armor and grimness of their demeanor made the Anvils of Heldenhammer the perfect host to send to Shyish to parlay with the servants of death. While others sought Nagash himself, Lord Aquilor Caligo Gloomwing sought an alliance with some of his vampiric generals. Though an unpredictable and powerful force, she was determined to find common ground with someone - but the first 'someone' she ran into was none other than Mannfred.

Gloomwing's Stormcast Allegiance consisted of:

  • Lord Aquilor Gloomwing - Shielded by Faith, Mirrorshield
  • Knight Venator 
  • Lord Relictor
  • 10 Vanguard Hunters with Shock Axes
  • 3 Vanguard Palladors with Shock Axes x2 and Starstrike Javelin x1
  • 3 Vanguard Raptors with Longstrike Crossbows
  • 3 Aetherwing
  • 10 Liberators with Warhammer and Shield
  • 5 Judicators with Stormbolt Crossbows
1500 pts

Saturday 18 March 2017

Dune Wanderers

Under the dunes a dread god sleeps, dreaming creation into existence. The desert above is hot, baked by a red sun looming large in the sky, a sun that occasionally slides down below the far horizon but never entirely into night. The brief twilight times are only a momentary rest for the rocks and sand to cool, an opportunity for the few birds and lizards in this region to emerge from their holes and scavenge for sustenance. But rising high again overhead, the sun scorches the desert with an intensity unbearable by most mortal creatures.

Vultures and lizards aren't the only living creatures that move across this landscape in these twilight periods. A lost traveler, perhaps a merchant separated from his caravan during a sand storm, stumbles across the landscape, a cape pulled up over his head to protect his face from the scorching rays of the sun. He sees movement in the periphery, usually the shimmer of heat rising from the ground, but now something different. Was that possibly a slim figure walking upright on two legs? Could it be possible he is not alone in this dry place with only the lizards he can't manage to catch and eat? Maybe a fellow mortal willing to help provide water? 


Friday 17 March 2017

Captain Barnabus Tar'qun and the crew of the Aether-Walker

A roll of thunder echoed through the sky, a flash of lightning illuminating the deck of the mighty floating vessel as it cut through billowing dark clouds. From amid a porthole embedded in the hull of the ship Captain Barnabus Tar'qun peered out at the moody weather. The captain was a stout man of many years with a rugged face, framed by a wiry grey beard and piercing green eyes behind half moon spectacles. His visage was streaked with wrinkled lines that spoke of years of hard labour on the decks of airships and fighting tooth and nail for other men. His eyes however still held a delightful glint that gave the impression of a youthful soul trapped in an older frame. The stub of a well chewed cigar jutted from the corner of his lips, ash cascading down his facial hair as he leaned back into his brass rocking chair.

The ship he resided on was known as 'Aether-Walker' and was the pride of the fleet. Its ornate shape had been designed to perfectly traverse the turbulent winds, fickle weather and aether-rot that had claimed so many lesser constructs. Barnabus had full faith in the machines capabilities, however his over protective nature of the creation was justified for the kings ransom he had paid ( and still owed) to its previous owner. The 'Aether-Walker' was the first ship that he had been in command of and had been funded by the Sky port council of Tel'ra Da, on the merit of his experience as a navigator. The pursuit of Aether-Gold had always been a harsh focus for the Kharadron, however in recent times they had been forced to travel further afield to find suitable deposits. Barnabus had theorised in a recent journal the existence of an accumulating mass across the stained sea that yet remained untapped. It was this that had allowed him the chance to captain his own fleet in search of this potential anomaly.

The acrid blue smoke of the cigar pooled around his balding pate as he flipped open his leather bound log book and stubbed the chewed end into an ash tray. From the inkwell of his bureau he produced a metallic quill, dipped it in ink and began to scrawl runes on the pages. As he worked, recording the coordinates of the location, the weather and other such trivial things the day had brought he thought on the strange phenomenons he was encountering as he drew ever closer to his destination. The weather seemed to become more animated the closer to they came to the anomalies location. It had struck him as peculiar that a storm could be apparent, this high within cloud cover, however the higher they ascended the thicker the clouds had become. It had become increasingly difficult to work out their location from vision alone as the intermittent storms brought thick clouds and fog to surround the ship. He pondered the correlation of this with his anomaly theory  for a few moments before being jarred from his deep thoughts by a heavy impact that sent him reeling to the deck.
Startled voices could be heard from all over the vessel as a great horn was blown, warning the crew of immediate danger. Instinctively he dived for his Aether-Suit and began the difficult process of sliding into his life preserving armour. With shaky hands he pulled clasps tight, checked seals and released the valves that allowed the air to be filtered and fed to him within his metal cocoon.
The suit was an ornate display of his kin's craftsmanship. Each one had been forged with an individual in mind and would fit no other. It was the Kharadron's pride and joy and was as revered as any holy icon.

When the safety checks on his armour were complete, Barnabus reached for the valve door in the ceiling, unsealed the hissing quarantine locks and heaved himself on deck to face the commotion.

Wednesday 15 March 2017

And the world wept...


He was dreaming, his body was clay and a being of unimaginable power was kneading him, pulling, pushing and stretching his body. He felt claws pull at his back, pulling the skin, creating bone. His fingers were gripped, stretched and sharpened. A finger, as bright as burning brass and as cool as blood traced a design on his chest. An axe, as dark and as unfathomable as the depths of the ocean was placed in his hand.

He woke and he looked and he saw what he was. The power that raged in his veins, a gift. No, the gift, the gift of protection. He raised his head and the new born daemon prince howled his joy at the uncaring sky.

Blood for the blood god, skulls for the skull throne!

And the world wept for what it had lost and gained...

So this is my 'general', at least my fluff general :) The great Daemon Prince of Khorne - Ca'vren Kal'b. Disciple of Khorne and protector of The Faithful. He has been blessed by Khorne with unimaginable power far beyond the reach of a mortal. He leads his band on a mission of vengeance, aiming to right old wrongs done to his people.

Tuesday 14 March 2017

All Hail Queek!

Hello Everybody,

I am just finishing up rebasing and touching up 1,000 points of Skaven for Adepticon next week.  Here are some pictures of my ratty friends.

First up is the one and only Queek Headtaker!  This guy is not at all happy about being left behind in the world that was.  As it happens though, Skaven breeding habits being what they are, it was inevitable to have another Skaven in the current age who is just as mighty (maybe a little mightier) than the old Queek.  Different Age, same megalomania and paranoia (maybe a little more of each).

New Queek (who from this point forward will be referred to simply as Queek) is starting from humble beginnings but has his eyes set on bigger things.  He hopes one day to usurp Arcahon himself as the true Everchosen.  Follow along on his journey and see if he makes it!


Saturday 11 March 2017

The Red Blades, Swordmasters of the White Tower or Torc.

Hello My name is Robin, though on the GTA forums im known as Sennyo this is my blog or my order army The Red Blades in the Border War Campagin

Deep in the forest of The Great Green Torc lies the lone Spire that pierces the sky, known as the White tower of Torc, home to ArchMage Koinzell and the Red Blades, an elited battlion of swordmasters and loremaster under the eldritch council comand. Archmage Koinzell is a stubbon but battlehardern veteran who prefer to lead the Red Blades into battle before relying on this allies and the other forces of order. That being said he is known to work and fight along side many other faction from the local Sylvaneth to the Lion Rangers that have prowed and hunted these land. It is said that Archmage Koinzell and the other member of the eldritch council under his command will even ally themselve with the Shadowblades should the need arise, One of their members being a very common sight in Koinzell's warcouncil.

My plan in this campaign is to complete my Narative order army heavly based around the Eldritch council i have named the Red Blades. To begin with im am working on painting the Archmage himself as well as 2 units of swordmasters to follow him into battle. afterthat i plan to expand the army adding some more eldritch council units (maily dragons) and having at least a 2000 point army painted and ready to go. i also want to paint up a party of heroes for the warhammer quest games lead by my Red Blade Loremaster.

Tuesday 7 March 2017

Battle Report: Groin Kikka's WAAAGH! vs. Scott Antos' Stormcast Eternals

Scott Antos and I (Samurai_Eduh) had a battle last night! We are both relatively new to the game, having played 40k for many years. This campaign seemed like a great opportunity to seriously get into AoS! 

This is my first battle report, so there are many details left out. We know for next time to take much better notes! Without further ado...

Mission: Border War, 1560 pts. (4 objectives. These are the bulls eyes on the map). 

Here are our armies:

Scott:
Lord Castellant (LC1)
Lord Celestant on Dracoth (LC2)
Lord Relictor (LR)
Gryph Hound (GH)
5x Liberators (L1)
5x Liberators (L2)
10x Liberators (L3)
2x Fulminators (F)
5x Judicators (J)
5x Retributors (R)
3x Prosecutors (P)
Samurai_Eduh:
Megaboss on Maw-Krusha (MoM)
Warchanter (W)
5x Brutes with Gore Hackas (B1)
5x Brutes with Dual Choppas (B2)
10x 'Ard Boyz (AB)
3x Gore Gruntas (GG)
Eduh won roll off for turn, elected to go second.
Pic is of our deployment.

SCOTT TURN 1:

Everything moves forward. Scott tries to shoot at B2 with his Judicators, but caused no wounds.

He captures the North and West objectives and scores 3 points.

EDUH TURN 1:

Due to ridiculous 2d6 Destruction Allegiance moves, B1 and B2 are able to make it into combat with R and wipe them out.

AB moves up into the ruins.

GG moves towards and captures the East Objective.

War chanter Captures South Objective.

End of turn Eduh scores 3 points.

Score: Scott 3, Ed 3.


EDUH TURN 2: DOUBLE TURN!

Eduh wins initiative! Double Turn!

Using Destruction move, AB makes a skirmish line in front of L1, L2 and F. They manage to charge all three units!

GG uses the Destruction move to move behind ruins and make the charge into the Judicators!

The MoM mkaes a flanking move on L3. He charges in causing 5 mortal wounds with his charge attack and kills several Liberators with his regular attacks!

B2 charges the Prosecutors and kills 2. 

B1 drags the Lord Celestant into combat as he was within 3". They do a few wounds to each other.

L3 also does a few wounds to B1 as they were also within 3".

Eduh scores 3 points.

SCORE: Scott 3, Ed 6.


SCOTT TURN 2:

LC1 charges AB

Between LC1, L1, L2, and R, AB is destroyed.

P and B2 fight it out and the combat ends with only 1 Prosecutor remaining.

LC2 and B1 do some wounds to each other.

MoM kills a few more Liberators from L3.

GG manages to kill a few Judicators from J.

Scott Scores 3 points.

SCORE: Scott 6, Eduh 
6.




EDUH TURN 3 (Details Sketchy at this point)

MoM beats up a few more Liberators from L3. 


B1 and LC2 fight on. Lord Celestant down to 1 wound. Only 1 survivor from B1 remains.

B2 kills the remaining Prosecutors from P.

The GG and J slap fest continues, with Scott down to two Judicators.

Ed scores 3 points. 

SCORE: Scott 6, Ed 9


SCOTT TURN 3:

L2 charges GG.

LC1 Charges GG.

F sweeps South and charges W. W somehow survives.

GH and the survivor of L1 sweep down and captures East objective.

MoM finishes off L3 and captures West objective.

LR charges into B2.

Scott scores 3 points.

SCORE: Scott 9, Eduh 9.


EDUH TURN 4:

MoM sweeps south in order to intercept F before they capture Eduh's home objective.

B1 kills the Lord Celestant.

Warchanter survives the Fulminator's attacks again!

The Gore Gruntas continue to somehow survive against the Lord Castellant and the Liberators from L2.

The Lord Relictor must be wearing power armor, as he survives against three Brutes on his own.

The last Judicator dies from the Gore Gruntas hooves and Jaws.

Eduh Scores 3 points. 

SCORE: Scott 9, Ed 12.


SCOTT TURN 4:

Scott's dice are cursed. Someone call the exorcist!

Nothing much happens but the Gryph hound moves towards the southern objective.

The Lord Castellant and the Liberators take the Gore Gruntas down to one model!

The Fulminators kill the Warchanter (finally).

Scott scores 3 points. 

SCORE: Scott 12, Eduh 12.


EDUH TURN 5:

The MoM literally screams the Gryph Hound to death, before charging into the Fulminators and grinding them into the mud.

B1 charges into L2 to keep them pinned in combat.

B2 retreats from combat with the Lord Relictor (unlike Propa Orks) to make a dash to the Northern Objective and are able to claim it!

Eduh scores seven points!

Scott calls the game.

FINAL SCORE: Scott 12, Ed 19.


A great time was had by both players!


The Order of the Fiery Gate - The Battlesmith



Skjor drained the last of the contents of his tankard and peered down into the container with a grimace. He shook his head in disgust and set the drinking vessel down at his feet. He wiped the beads of bitter ale from his flame-hued beard with a sweep of his meaty, tattooed arm, smoothing his impressive braids when he was done. For several moments he gazed blankly at the fire before he noticed that several of the flamelings had gathered around about him.
'Another telling, is it?' rumbled Skjor as he rubbed the ur-gold runes that ran the length of his other arm.
'Karl Brynn says you were there the day that Folkvar-Griminir first came to us!' blurted a particularly enthusiastic young Vulkite.
'Does he now?' replied the older duardin with feigned surprise. 'Fancies himself the Battlesmith of the Hrukvorn, does he?'
The loose-tongued Vulkite's eyes widened as his elder fixed him with a gaze that could melt stone.
'Calm yourself, flameling!' roared the burly duardin, his beard bristling as a great smile spread across his face. 'You look like Nurgle himself had appeared before you and asked you to help him wipe his arse!'
The duardin all around broke into raucous laughter, and the junior Vulkite joined in - nervous, but relieved.
'Now there is a tale worth the telling,' said Skjor quietly as he stood to his feet. 'A tale for the ages...'

March Bonus Objective


Welcome to the first monthly objective! 

March Objective!

Good Day everyone!

Welcome to Border Wars, an online Age of Sigmar map campaign run by HobbyHammer. A few have started introducing their armies which is great! So I thought now is a great time to put down a monthly objective.

This month is easy, paint up your General of your warband and post some pictures up on here with a back story as to why he is campaigning. If you complete this by the 28th March you will gain an extra 2 tiles of territory and also start expanding into Mount Dextros which currently has no one in it.

If you would like to see the territory your army has gained so far then head over to http://www.theriseofempires.com and keep track of them on the map.

Happy Blogging!

Sunday 5 March 2017

Da Waaagh of Megaboss Groin Kikka

"...AAAAGGGHHH!!!"

Groin Kikka looked around, feeling slightly confused. The monsterous Ice Golem he had been barreling towards just moments before was gone. Something else was different too. When the battle had begun, the snow was so deep his boyz were in it up to their waists, plowing through the drifts in their frenzy to get to grips with the enemy. Now, the snow was sparse enough to see the stony ground and patches of grass beneath.

With a tug on the reins, he brought his Maw Krusha, Snaggle Toof, to a halt. He looked behind him, expecting to see his boyz charging past him, but instead he saw a host of glittering statues, perfect replicas of a horde of charging Brutes. As he watched, several of the statues shattered, revealing the Orruk beneath. Each took a few running steps as if they were still rushing towards the enemy before stopping, confused as to where their foes had gone. The pile of shards each Brute left behind began melting, leaving the ground covered in small pools of cold water.

Slowly, Groin Kikka began to remember the events of the last several weeks. His warband had been fighting across what the humies of this land called Da Great Green Tork. His boyz had fought their way to the foot of an immense mountain range where local myths claimed great ice creatures dwelt. Sensing this as a place he could find a good scrap, Groin Kikka ordered his warband into the frozen mountain passes.

It was during a howling blizzard that the inhabitants of this frozen wasteland attacked. Hordes of creatures who appeared to be made of pure ice rose up from where they had lain under the snow and laid into the Orruks with savage fury.  Massive creatures, also seemingly made of ice, also emerged and crushed Brutes under smashing fists or froze them solid with blasts of magical energy. It was one of these creatures that Groin Kikka last remembered barreling towards.

It seemed that the ice creatures had moved on, and the perpetual winter of this place had moved on with them. How long had he and his warband been frozen, sleeping while time passed them by? Days? Weeks? It didn't really matter, he thought. However much time had passed, he and his warband were free from their icy imprisonment. As soon as the rest of his warriors thawed, he would be back on the warpath.

Looking down the mountain and into the temperate plains below, he could see what he thought were armies on the march. Thick plumes of smoke rose from what must be burning town and villages. Groin Kikka's face cracked into a fanged smile. No matter how much time had passed, there would still be a good scrap to get into down there. Maybe the peoples of Da Great Green Tork had forgotten about da Great Boss Groin Kikka. It was time to descend from the mountains and bring a great WAAAGH! to these lands once more.


Saturday 4 March 2017

Prince Tarkin, Lord of the Sea Elves

The aetheric winds had changed. Whether that was for good or ill mattered not, only that they had changed. Their change was the herald he needed to take his people out of hiding.

Sea Elf Prince Tarkin had hidden his people away from the ravages of Chaos for more years than he cared to count. At his order the storms that wracked the seas surrounding their island had been stoked into a raging tempest that none save a Sea Elf could navigate. His duty now was to lead his forces into the unknown beyond their storms and confront a changed world.

Prince Tarkin was scouting ahead of the army, riding his trusty gryphon Motyph, when he spotted a desperate battle in the distance. Flying closer he saw warriors in golden armor beset upon all sides by a seemingly endless tide of chaos worshipers. It appeared that the golden warriors had been pushing for a nearby relmgate when they were ambushed by the chaos warriors.

These fought with great skill. The simple fact that they fought against chaos lead Tarkin to believe they were worth coming to the aid of. Wheeling Motyph around, he headed to rally his troop.

Thursday 2 March 2017

Queek Headtaker, TRUE Everchosen of Chaos, PROPER Lord of the End Times and the ONE AND ONLY Marshall of the Apocalypse!!!

All Lie-Speak!


Of course Queek is true lord of all and greatest of all fighters (and leaders)!

Since Queek is mightiest of all then who but Queek could have destroyed Old World and conquered mortal realms?!?

Archaon is child-thing compared to the glory of Queek!

All hail Queek!!!

-Speech given by Queek Headtaker (to himself, inside his head)

Join me as I rebuild my, mostly verminous, Skaven army after its destruction in the world-that-was and bring it into a new era of death and destruction.  This blog will include new models, some intense rebasing, and attempts to bring Skaven back to the top in this new era.

Queek will also feature prominently because he really is the best.