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I would be a Waywatcher Lord, with the hail of doom arrows ability, and that bow that hits like a bolt thrower but actually is used like a bow.. i think they are magic arrows or something. yeh because i just think that the warhammer world would be so much more peaceful in athel loren and i could stalk around hunting i could chat up the sisters of twilight and maybe get a free ride!! on the dragon of course....

In light of the new items from the rulebook, I'd like to change to a dark elf lord on cold one with the 4+ ward save heavy armor and a dawnstone.

I'd be a Brettonian Knight and I'd be equipped with one of those Damsels...

Tantras wrote:I'd be a Brettonian Knight and I'd be equipped with one of those Damsels...

I think you win....

I would be an empire wizard at war.

I'd be a scar vet on a carnosaur, just sounds cool.

Tilean Mercenary Captain.

Living the life, drinkin' the booze and fighting the fight.

Dwarf Slayer with a frosty mug and a brewery nearby.

Ogre Bruiser
-Mawseeker Big Name +1 Toughness and Stupidity
-Gut Maw
-Great Weapon
-Sword Gnoblar-as I have a 4 year old son obsessed with "doing battle"
-Heavy Armor

Empire Arch Lector
Two warhammers
Armour of Meteoric Iron
Holy Relic
Van Horstmann's Speculum

http://www.avatars-of-war.com/eng/web/images/minis/es/aow20.png

Looking something like that.

A ghoul of some sort, or more likely a cultist.

I would be a Paladin of Bretonnia or A Dark elf Black guard

IHEARTLARGEBLASTTEMPLATES wrote:I would be a Paladin of Bretonnia or A Dark elf Black guard

Aren't those kind of the opposite end of the spectrum? Ones a chivalrous holy knight, and the others a traitorous pirate. Thats like saying "I'm either Mother Teresa or Ted Bundy".

I dont play this game or anything, But Id LOVE to be that Orc dude on the dragon

Teclis.

'nuff said.

I'd be an empire peasant with a pointed stick who gets mowed down as an afterthought and splattered on the wall of my farmhouse.

I'd be a chemeleon skink, an egg theft expert to be precise.
The boss lizzards need mouts etc. it's a niche business

All of you would really be heroes and mighty warriors!?!?!?!? Thats not the way the world works! If I were in the Warhammer world I would be a cook!
Fighting the selfless fight and makin the world go round!

Old One Eye wrote:All of you would really be heroes and mighty warriors!?!?!?!? Thats not the way the world works! If I were in the Warhammer world I would be a cook!
Fighting the selfless fight and makin the world go round!

You sir, win this thread.

Karon wrote:Dark Elf Mercenary Lord, with magical throwing knives which may lengthen on his command into swords.

Including a wide-brimmed hat that may summon a giant ostrich, and many other tricks.

I know i'm a little late to this but if you're going to be starting up Bregan D'aerthe I want in. I got dibs on Kimmuriel Oblodra.

Maybe be somebody like Sigvald.
Beautiful,blessed by Slaanesh.
A suit of armour to match my body,a fine sabre,and shield.
Maybe a mount too,a winged lion or just walk.
Not to mention all the raiding.

If I was an Empire nobleman,or Vampire or Elf.
I'd propably just have more or less the same stuff.

i would be a wizard lord of the empire from the grey college.
possibly with the rod of power.

I'd be a necromancer of threads!

OT: a narcissistic High Elf swordmaster. Narcissistic High Elf sounds redundant I suppose.

I'd be a Moose that lived in a hollow rock with a neverending supply of medieval donuts.
then when Choas had finally crushed everyone (it will happen ) I'll emerge and proclaim myself a fifth god and be worshipped.

Ogre tyrant. Lots of food, some soiled armor and moobs. And a big toothy grin at all times.

Chaos dreadnought, armed with a blastmaster and massive chainfist, and the charred remnants of my Violators heraldry. Warp knows how I got to this backwater planet of idiots and monsters, but life is fakking wonderful when there is no meltagun or lascannon within 30,000 years. I kill and main across the Empire and beyond, my exploits recorded in legends that are told far and wide. Yet the constant mayhem grates upon my blackened soul, and I retire to the Chaos Wastes, bitter and dreaming of a grimdark future lost to me.

I tend my garden and begin a novel, but even this close to the pole war finds me. From my lair I watch budding chaos generals muster their troops, wincing as I see lavishly wasted points here and frivolous expenditures there, and overall a shocking lack of command - "Do these younglings not value musicians??" I bellow to the heavens, startling my flock of shaggoth as I discharge my blastmaster in angst. Despite myself, I descend to the blasted planes and dole out much needed advice to the neophytes. I keep their visions in mind, but I am firm and wield my chainfist with surgical precision, carving their forces into fitter machines of death. I send the children of chaos south, thinking of my own rampages in the lands of men.

A time comes when this backwards world shifts dramatically, though I do not. Chaos legions amass in startling numbers, under the banners of Blood and Change. I move through these throngs and am shocked by the sheer ORDER of it all. Whence Chaos? I cling to the outliers and the anomalies, those strange and misguided few herding forth monsters and rallying to the fallen gods of Lust and Rot. My energy goes to their war efforts, yet I cannot help but become embittered once again. The warrior hordes wish only to charge forward and beat the enemy to submission, jealously conserving their points and forgetting any equanimity of war. I find myself wanting more.

A warm breeze blows from the south. My sensors register the scent of bone and ancient parchment; sand grits in the joints of my sarcophagus. I cast one last glance upon the multitudes of blue and red plate, and then I begin to march to Khemri. My reactor glows warm with the thought of the challenge that awaits me in the desert ...

- Salvage

A Skaven, with a jester hat and a cleaver.

One-man Skaven Warpfire Thrower operator, awesome jury-rigged gas mask.
Basically, the Pyro.

I'd probably be a Dwarf Ranger but with a Dwarven Handgun instead of a crossbow. I know, I know, I can just see all the Longbeards shaking their heads and grumbling how all the beardlings are just not right in the head anymore...

A High Elf in the southern part of Ulthuan away from all the fighting