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Orlygg.
Loorassh 20th Level Zoat Wizard by Blue in VT
Spikk
cowered under the over turned wagon.
Around him was a scene from a nightmare.
The rest of the wood cutting team lay in tatters around their work site,
pieces of equipment and bodies were scattered about. From behind him he heard the sharp sound of
another blue bolt of electricity tearing one of the ladz apart. He scuttled a little further back under the
wagon.
Spikk
whimpered uncontrollably, terror stealing what was left of his wits. They were only cutting firewood for the
armies’ camp over the hill! They hadn’t
harmed anyone or anything (well, today at least!) The wood cutters had been hard at work when
the creature suddenly emerged from the forest.
With an enormous mace in its right hand the abomination smashed anyone
who was within reach; with the lightning from the red orb in its left it smote
anyone who attempted to run. It was a
bolt of the lightning that had flipped over the wagon Spikk had been
riding. The wagon that now hid him from
the view of the creature.
The
tread of the beast was amazingly light considering its enormous size. As it came around the wagon Spikk was not
aware that it was drawing closer until it entered his field of vision. It had a huge four legged body as large as a
bull but with a torso, arms and head like orc attached to the front, but more
“reptilian.” It was mostly covered with
thick dull grey scales which Spikk had seen the axes of his mates fail to
penetrate. The torso and head were more
greenish in color but were heavily muscled. The monster’s face was surprisingly
gentle looking considering the destruction it was currently inflicting on
Spikk’s mates. Perhaps more disturbing
than its size or obvious power, was the fact that the creature had made no
noise as it went about destroying the woodcutting party. It had remained completely silent.
Now it
was looking for survivors. Spikk saw it
examining each of the bodies to insure it was dead. It also seemed to sample the air, its head
and neck swaying from side to side as it sought its prey. Perhaps it was his stench that gave Spikk
away? Whatever it was the monster’s head
snapped to the right and peered under the toppled wagon looking Spikk directly
in the face, its eyes glowed with massive intelligence, and flared with massive
fury.
It
turned and approached the wagon.
Spikk
wanted to run but his legs wouldn’t respond, though his bladder did. He was frozen in fear. With casual ease the beast grabbed the edge
of the wagon and flipped it up and off of the cowering orc sending it crashing
off behind him and leaving him curled in a ball on the bare ground. The reptilian centaur gazed at him for a
moment, examining him. Spikk felt as if
the monster was looking straight through him at his black shriveled soul. Not
knowing what else, but knowing he must break that aweful gaze, the orc gulped
some air and managed croak:
“Wwwwot
da ‘eeell are you? Wwwwho da ‘eeeell are you?”
The
creature was roused from its revelry by the orcs words. The orb in it left hand glowed and crackled
with energy, it raised the mace in its right hand high, and the same time it
lifted its right leg off the ground, the enormous “foot” casting a dark shadow
over the whimpering orc. Still it
uttered no sound, but as the foot descended on him an enormous rage filled
voice exploded inside the orcs head.
“I AM
THE LOORASSH! I SPEAK FOR THE TREES!”
Stat Line:
M
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WS
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BS
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S
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T
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W
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I
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A
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Ld
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Int
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Cl
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WP
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Pts
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7
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7
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4
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5
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6
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6
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7
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2
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10+2
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10+3
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10+2
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10+3
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335
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Equipment:
Loorassh carries only his large mace as a
weapon (treat as a hand weapon) though he can choose to wield it with both
hands if he feels he needs the S bonus.
The orb that Loorash carries was a gift from a woodelf mage, and though
the item itself does not contain magic, it acts as a focal point for the Zoat’s
own massive magical powers. The Zoat
wears no armor.
E’tindis Stikindat by Thantsants
Evil Giant
Evil Giant
Stats
M WS BS S T W I A Ld Int Cl WP Pts
6 3 3 7 7 6 2 5 6 4 6 6 215
Equipment
Giant Glaive – counts as two handed weapon
Background
Long and many are the tales of horror and death that have chilled a brave Huscarl’s blood, despite the warmth of a good fire, a good mead and a willing wench. Principal among them is that of the Evil Giant, E’tindis Stikindat…
Hailing
from the Giantlands of Norsca and no doubt warped by the insidious touch of
chaos, the Jotnar and Ettin thankfully were a rare sight in more civilised
climes. That is until the Evil Giant, E’tindis came to sate his terrible hunger
among the lands of men.
Roaring
out of frozen wastes, with teeth as terrible as the North Wind itself, the
Giant laid waste to every stronghold and village he came to. Many warriors came
to meet the monster in battle and long and loud were the lamentations of their
women.
Things
seemed bleak indeed and many a saga took a dolorous turn as hero after hero met
his end in that black maw. Yet in this darkest hour there arose a mighty
champion from the fierce tribes of the Norsemen. His name was Norov Irus, and
he swore that he would slay the Giant or die trying.
Following
the trail of destruction that E’tindis left in his wake, Norov soon had his
quarry at bay betwixt cliff and fjord. His blade sang and he reeked bloody
destruction on his dreadful foe – the Giant being sated and sluggish from the
feast he had made of a nearby farmstead. And yet the Hero fell in the last,
dazed by a glancing blow from the Giant’s glaive.
What
came next was as horrible to tell as it was inevitable as the senseless
champion met his fate in the Giant’s gaping jaws. However, Norov was to have
his revenge! None knew what it was that he had carried about his person that
made the Giant sicken so, but sicken the Giant did.
With
a terrible gurgling and gushing of the most foul effluence the Giant near
retched his life away on that bleak shore. Just as loud and long was the
feasting and celebrations as E’tindis hastened back to the Giantlands and
slowly faded from living memory…
Special Rules
Evil Giants cause fear in troops under 10’ tall. They may throw rocks up to 14” causing strength seven hits. Troops under 10’ tall suffer a -1 to hit penalty unless equipped with pole weapons. Evil Giants are subject to stupidity and alcoholism.
E’tindis Stikindat may make a special Skewer attack
instead of usual 5 attacks. This consists of ramming his glaive into the ranks
of the unit he is in close combat with. On a successful hit, roll to wound at
strength 6 for the first rank, strength 5 for the second and so on until he
fails to wound a rank.
The player should then make a Cl test to see whether
E’tindis spends the next turn eating the victims speared on his glaive. This
also forces the units who have witnessed this terrible event in a 12” radius to
make a new Fear test – modify the test by -1 for each victim the Giant has
skewered!
Khorne by Piotr Mikians
It’s been three days since we left smoking ruins of Kislevite village. And since then we haven’t noticed any signs of those blasted
servants of Slaanesh, cursed God of Forbidden Pleasures. We passed remains of encampments
yet no man, daemon or beast were found.
Such a shame…
Three days since our blades were feasting on human
flesh and blood is far too long. I remember glorious times of conflicts between
Balthazaar the Wise and his mad brother Rudolph in one of Border Princes, deep
South of weaklings’ Empire. Who would have thought hate between twin brothers
could be so strong. And all for what? Gold? Glory? Land? Women? All of these
meant nothing then and still mean nothing at all.
All of them are dead now and even though I cannot take
the helmet off anymore I am sure my human face still giggles while thinking of
their mutilated corpses devoured by vultures and carrions coming from behind
World’s Edge Mountains
***
But now we’re here, entering Northern Wastes.
-
My Lord! My Lord! , shouted the Blood Icon bearer.
-
What is it Rhug’oll?
-
Our druchii scouts have spotted beastmen camp just
behind the hill! We got them now!
Finally! I’ve been waiting for that so long! The
thirst is so strong but no longer!
-
Axes high my comrades! It is high time to feed the
Raging Dog and throw the bones to juggernauts! Spare no man, women nor beast!
Fight to make your ancestors full of pride! Kill! Kill! Kill! Blood for the
Blood God!
***
It was long battle and many of my warriors fell dead.
But Khorne doesn’t care where does blood come from. Neither do I. Another camp
has been noticed, the war is finally here…
M
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WS
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BS
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S
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T
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W
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I
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A
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Ld
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Int
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Cl
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WP
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Pts
|
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Har
Cthoor
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4
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6+2
|
4
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4
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4
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4
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6
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4
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13
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7
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9
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9
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150
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Juggernaut
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7
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3
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-
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5
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5
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3
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2
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2
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10
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2
|
10
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30
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75
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Special rules:
·
Har Cthoor, Chaos Champion:
- 20
lvl ex-human Hero
- Mark
ov Khorne: Chaos armour
- Rides
chaos steed
- Cosmic
technology: Power sword
- Weapon hand
·
Juggernaut:
- Cause
fear
- Stupidity
if separated from rider
- Daemonic
saving throw 4+ (p.74 ov SoD)
- 1
gore attack, 1 crush attack
Sergeant Glunterzpike by Finn McCool
Feared even
among Ogre tribes are the Thundertoof tribe of the Norscan wastes. Often
accompanied into battle by their Tundra Saurian pets, these Ogres have been
known to stray as far south as Kislev in search of livestock to sate their
prodigious appetites. He is a mighty warrior of the clan, having
seen off his rivals in every yak-munching contest he has ever participated in.
He consumed five entire yaks to earn the right to carry aloft the clan
standard, which he has fixed to a tree he himself uprooted from the frozen
steppes. Despite his fearsome disposition Glunterzpike has always had an
affinity with animals and he encourages small mammals and birds to nest in his
banner tree, maybe so he always has a snack with him when he goes to war.
Sergeant
Glunterzpike is an Ogre hero and follows the rules for Ogres on page 237 of the
Warhammer rulebook.
M
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WS
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BS
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S
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T
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W
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I
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A
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Ld
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Int
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Cl
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WP
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Pts
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6
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5
|
3
|
5
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6
|
5
|
5
|
4
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9+2
|
4
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6+1
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8+1
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190
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Glunterzpike
(Level 15 Hero)
Glunterzpike
carries the Army Standard of the Thundertoof tribe and is accompanied by three
Cold One Warhound pets.