Post by Arguleon Veq on Jul 17, 2008 11:20:10 GMT -5
Well, I want to get a mega battle done eventually, 1 faction will be a Blood Dragon/Strogoi[Ghoul King really] Alliance. Here is some quick fluff on their backstory.
There will be 4 teams and so 4 pieces of fluff, 1 for each faction. The others will be Chaos, Dwarfs and Empire and then Gobbos and Skaven.
Keep in mind that these are just little fluff tidbits to set the scene for a game, not really meant as decent stand alone fluff. Just thought some of you may like reading them. Due to it being based around the game im using existing characters and including characters that I know will be used in the battle [the Skaven bit for example includes an Assassin, Grey Seer and Warlord as I know that will be 3 of the Skaven players hero choices].
Part 1 - The Allegiance of the Dead;
The Dark Marshal rode on through the night, he could sense them watching him. They could smell him. He could also sense that they didn’t know what to make of him. Not one of them, but in him they sensed some form of kindred spirit, some unnatural bond.
The great abandoned graveyard stretched out behind him as he approached the cave system ahead. He did not know who had originally built this necropolis, perhaps it was built in a time before even he existed and he had existed long enough to have forgotten most of his origins, even his original name. He was now known only as The Dark Marshal. To both his enemies and followers. Yet still people came to deposit their dead here, the roaming Ungols and the small communities of mountain people that lived a harsh existence up in the skies, safe from the predations of the living inhabitants of this dark place.
He could smell them too now, the stench overwhelming. He dismounted his mighty mount, an enormous horse, its eyes alive with an unnatural fire. Its lank black hair blending the beast seamlessly with the night. No doubt the creatures would attempt to eat it whilst he was gone, they would no doubt pay for the attempt with their lives. He turned and strode into the cave mouth, it held no fear for him, he needed no torch and none dared bar his way.
Drawn by the dark energy of the one he sought, The Dark Marshal had no problem in picking his way through the cave system, the lights up ahead signalling the end of his journey. He entered the cavern, a huge space, teeming with the foul things. One of their young, hurried out of his path, clutching onto a dead human child, a macabre parody of a doll. In the centre of it all stood a throne roughly hewn from stone and caked in gore and on that throne sat the beast he sought, the foul bloated lord of this domain. The Ghoul King.
Its bloated form slumped in the throne, carrion beetles the size of a fist crawled over his body as rats feasted on the leftovers of his grisly meals cast at his feet.
‘Why have you come here dark one’ asked the creature, its gurgling voice bellowing across the cavern. ‘You are not one of us’.
The Dark Marshal removed his leering helmet, formed in the fashion of snarling daemon, a trophy from his quests in far off Cathay, His thin black hair falling down his back and across his face. He drew his sword, slowly and deliberately. The monster in front of him instantly grasping the gravediggers spade from the foot of its crude throne. The Dark Marshal did not react and calmly placed his own blade on the ground.
‘I have come to offer a proposal, an alliance’
The beast laughed, a sickening squelching sound ‘Your kind does not ally with mine, it controls them, it enslaves them. If I were not here they would already be your mewling pets but I am not like the others, I am far more powerful, I was gifted with the power to lead my people, perhaps I am even more powerful than you Vampire’
‘I do not wish to control you or your filthy kind’ snapped The Marshal insulted at the suggestion that it was his match ‘I have come….’ The Marshal choked back his pride ‘…for your aid’
The beast laughed again, the Marshals rage getting the better of him twisting his face into its feral snarling form.
‘What do you wish of us?’
‘The Dwarves have found something, deep within the earth, something that would give you the power to take revenge on those that hunt you, to protect your people. Something that would give me the power to march across the Old World, the power to finally defeat my curse….They have found…’
‘I know what they have found, and that even now others march upon it child of Abhorash’
‘What know you of Abhorash?’ asked the Marshal, shocked of the intelligence of the foul King, shocked of how deep it’s knowledge ran.
‘I know a great many things Vampire. I know that your kind seek battle with the greatest warriors to prepare yourselves for the fight that could finally release you. I will aid you Dark One and perhaps’ it laughed again ‘Once we are done, you can test your might against me’
‘So be it’ The Marshal replied, taking up his sword and helmet and marching from the cavern, back into the darkness of the cave system.
For the first time in centuries The Dark Marshal was unsure of himself, the beast that had sat before him was more powerful than he had ever imagined possible from one of their kind. It would be a powerful ally in the battle to come, but never had he imagined that it would be a match for his power. If they were to come to blows when all was done, it could well put an end to his curse in an altogether different manner than he had originally planned.
There will be 4 teams and so 4 pieces of fluff, 1 for each faction. The others will be Chaos, Dwarfs and Empire and then Gobbos and Skaven.
Keep in mind that these are just little fluff tidbits to set the scene for a game, not really meant as decent stand alone fluff. Just thought some of you may like reading them. Due to it being based around the game im using existing characters and including characters that I know will be used in the battle [the Skaven bit for example includes an Assassin, Grey Seer and Warlord as I know that will be 3 of the Skaven players hero choices].
Part 1 - The Allegiance of the Dead;
The Dark Marshal rode on through the night, he could sense them watching him. They could smell him. He could also sense that they didn’t know what to make of him. Not one of them, but in him they sensed some form of kindred spirit, some unnatural bond.
The great abandoned graveyard stretched out behind him as he approached the cave system ahead. He did not know who had originally built this necropolis, perhaps it was built in a time before even he existed and he had existed long enough to have forgotten most of his origins, even his original name. He was now known only as The Dark Marshal. To both his enemies and followers. Yet still people came to deposit their dead here, the roaming Ungols and the small communities of mountain people that lived a harsh existence up in the skies, safe from the predations of the living inhabitants of this dark place.
He could smell them too now, the stench overwhelming. He dismounted his mighty mount, an enormous horse, its eyes alive with an unnatural fire. Its lank black hair blending the beast seamlessly with the night. No doubt the creatures would attempt to eat it whilst he was gone, they would no doubt pay for the attempt with their lives. He turned and strode into the cave mouth, it held no fear for him, he needed no torch and none dared bar his way.
Drawn by the dark energy of the one he sought, The Dark Marshal had no problem in picking his way through the cave system, the lights up ahead signalling the end of his journey. He entered the cavern, a huge space, teeming with the foul things. One of their young, hurried out of his path, clutching onto a dead human child, a macabre parody of a doll. In the centre of it all stood a throne roughly hewn from stone and caked in gore and on that throne sat the beast he sought, the foul bloated lord of this domain. The Ghoul King.
Its bloated form slumped in the throne, carrion beetles the size of a fist crawled over his body as rats feasted on the leftovers of his grisly meals cast at his feet.
‘Why have you come here dark one’ asked the creature, its gurgling voice bellowing across the cavern. ‘You are not one of us’.
The Dark Marshal removed his leering helmet, formed in the fashion of snarling daemon, a trophy from his quests in far off Cathay, His thin black hair falling down his back and across his face. He drew his sword, slowly and deliberately. The monster in front of him instantly grasping the gravediggers spade from the foot of its crude throne. The Dark Marshal did not react and calmly placed his own blade on the ground.
‘I have come to offer a proposal, an alliance’
The beast laughed, a sickening squelching sound ‘Your kind does not ally with mine, it controls them, it enslaves them. If I were not here they would already be your mewling pets but I am not like the others, I am far more powerful, I was gifted with the power to lead my people, perhaps I am even more powerful than you Vampire’
‘I do not wish to control you or your filthy kind’ snapped The Marshal insulted at the suggestion that it was his match ‘I have come….’ The Marshal choked back his pride ‘…for your aid’
The beast laughed again, the Marshals rage getting the better of him twisting his face into its feral snarling form.
‘What do you wish of us?’
‘The Dwarves have found something, deep within the earth, something that would give you the power to take revenge on those that hunt you, to protect your people. Something that would give me the power to march across the Old World, the power to finally defeat my curse….They have found…’
‘I know what they have found, and that even now others march upon it child of Abhorash’
‘What know you of Abhorash?’ asked the Marshal, shocked of the intelligence of the foul King, shocked of how deep it’s knowledge ran.
‘I know a great many things Vampire. I know that your kind seek battle with the greatest warriors to prepare yourselves for the fight that could finally release you. I will aid you Dark One and perhaps’ it laughed again ‘Once we are done, you can test your might against me’
‘So be it’ The Marshal replied, taking up his sword and helmet and marching from the cavern, back into the darkness of the cave system.
For the first time in centuries The Dark Marshal was unsure of himself, the beast that had sat before him was more powerful than he had ever imagined possible from one of their kind. It would be a powerful ally in the battle to come, but never had he imagined that it would be a match for his power. If they were to come to blows when all was done, it could well put an end to his curse in an altogether different manner than he had originally planned.
The Blood Dragons are definitely my favorite Bloodline.