Thanks, and there will be more, right now in fact:
this is a mini for a custom special character based on my first World of Warcraft character Goretek. I'm not quite sure about the rules on him yet, but he's going to be in the Hero catagory and have "Sniper" and his own special rule that when the unit he is in suffers from animosity he leaves it immediately. also I was thinking about a rule for him called "Quick Tanning" that whenever he kills a character he gets a permanent boost to his armor save up to a 2+.
but wait there's more! this is an example of what I'm using as a night goblin, Peons. I figure the lower leadership and higher initiative of
NGs were better suited for the cowardly Peons.
finally to wrap it all up I've got the first part of the introductory fluff for your perusing pleasure:
“Welcome traveler to Ogrimmar, home of the Dranar Tribe. I am Jaral, Warchief of the Dranar. You seem perplexed, I take it you’ve never met an orc capable of intelligent speech? There is an explanation for this: you see we were not originally orcs, and the story of how we came to be orcs is quite the tale if you would care to listen.
The story begins about twenty years ago. Back then we Dranar were a small tribe of Norsemen living in a bay just beyond the Sea of Claws. A few years before I was born my people converted en mass to the worship of Ulric. This offended the old, dark gods, and they ordered the other tribes to annihilate us. I was just a boy when the other tribes gathered outside our walls hungry for blood. That seemed like it would be the end of us.
Then our dark salvation came, a robed man sailed into our port and offered us a way out. He called it “Gorksblood” a potion that would give any man who drank it unimaginable strength and resilience. He offered to make enough of this potion for all of us, and we accepted his offer.
The last thing any of us remember we consumed the potion before falling into a great rage, and then we found ourselves standing in a field of blood, having routed the enemy from the field. As we looked at ourselves we began to realize that the potion had not only given us strength, it had turned us into orcs. But that was not the most horrific thing we found after that battle.
As we reentered our village we found that in our rage we had battered down our own gate to attack the enemy, and as we slaughtered them wholesale a few had slipped in and sacrificed our women and children to the Dark Gods. I was lucky, I was the son of the Thane, so I was required to be his shield guard. If I wasn’t I would have been among those sacrificed.
What followed were dark days, many men had lost everything that was important to them: their lands, their families, their humanity. Worst of all we knew it would only be a matter of time before another, greater army came to destroy us. We had no choice, we had to leave our homeland to find new lands to settle.
So we gathered what belongings we had left and loaded them onto the longboats. Then in a final symbolic act we set fire to the village, and our dead along with it. Forevermore that would be their funeral pyre. As we sailed away from our burning village we contemplated where we would find new lands, but that is a story for another time.”