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The restart of the warhammer rpg.
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Yea sure, Im busy with my first post.

Gorbaroth sat by the fire in the middle of his camp....as far as you can call it a camp... it has a 4 ft high wall of stones, wood and sticks, and some skulls. there is only one tent, which is only some standing sticks some hides spun inbetween. this is the tent of Gorbaroth.
some gors were fughting each other and ungors were trying to get some food. suddenly, Gorbaroth shouted: 'I WANT WAR!!' everyone was quiet. some scouts came forward and said: 'there's a war going on quite near. An Empire city is being attacked by several armies, and we have heard something about allies of the empire coming this way.'
'well...what are we waitning for? MARCH!!'

Putting his feet on the dead body of the flaggelant, Ulric pulled out the sword of its body. Cleaning the sword of the blood, he stepped forward, looking towards the city. As the men behind him, his chosen, jumped of the longship by wich they arrived, he looked towards the city, and the garrison manning the walls. Smiling, he said to himself, 'Kill for Khorne.'

A could wind whipped around the feet of those who stood near the great chaos lord. His stature was upright, but his left foot was resting on the skull of a long dead animal, perhaps a horse, it creaked a little with his sheer weight. The four were the closest to him after the nine, they were the only ones allowed close. But know, there was anouther in thier midst, Korban could only discern him with the greatest concentration, he was standing next to the warleader, a slight individual bedecked in furs with a powerful looking spear resting on his shoulder. the warleader seemed to have his head listed towards the figure slightly, as if listening to what he said. But then when Korban blinked he could see no individual, and the warleaders head tilt looked perfectly natural. What was not natural was the city before them, and it riled Korbans thoughts just looking at the ugly edifice of stonework. The warleader was clearly considering his options.

The skull gave way under the warleaders booted foot and shattered. The warleader looked down with an air of dissapointment. He looked up at the walls and then raised an arm. Suddenly the chill was gone from Korban's senses this was what the host had been looking for. He shared a glance with the rest of the four before raising his hand and yelling a terrible warcry. Around him whoops and calls could be heard from the marauder horsemen as they spurred thier mounts into a frenzy before releasing them forwards. The horses were frothing at the moth with wild eyes and horrible screaming coming from them as the sharp spurs dug at them and they galloped forwards. The villagers in the valley below shrieked in terror as the host came rushing down to them. The marauders would stay well away from the walls. No need to loose pointless casualties. The armoured host behind him began its implacable march forwards. They were still a solid half day from the city. When nightfall rose, they would set camp. And begin to make weapons of siege and war.

--

Tyranic turned his head from side to side, his vision encompassing the ste before him. Anouther chaos army had landed some distance to the north, that was fine. He would parley with them later. For the moment the sword in his hand screamed for the blood of the innocent. His host would have to do the killing however, he had plans to set. He glanced at Lizurk by his side and the slight man understood his warleader.
"They will pillage in your name and your name only warleader, do not worry about the rabble, they know thier place. I will have Nagash cast the runes later, we will see what the chaos gods desire in the way of the sacrifice of these petty beings. In the meantime, what does your great mind suggest we do about our kin to the north? They would make valuable allies... Or perhaps sacrifices?"

Tyranic made a tiny gesture with his left hand and Nagash nodded sagely, "Of course my lord."

quietly the Cloven reached the battle field. they were still hiding and covered by the forest-plants. they didnt even need to be quiet, because of all the noises of war all around them. then Gorbaroth roared and every beastmen came out of the forest and started attacking every moving thing.
they didnt keep line and just ran straight for their prey.
Gorbaroth smashed the heads of some Imperial state troops with his great-axe and it rained blood all around him.
Gorbaroth had much experience in fighting and he was proud to show it.
suddenly an arrow flew past him, only one inch away from him. he roared. " im sorry!' shouted an ungor ranger! Gorbaroth roared again and started fighting and smashing heads again.

Kordan saw a great host of beastmen break onto the field and start to decimate the imperial peasants, uncannily the marauders had already retreated from that spot. Korban felt a chill and looked back over his shoulder to see The warleader and his guards marching near, one of the warleaders great malied fists in the air slowly circling. Korban turned back tot eh marauders to see them creating a great moving, swirling circle with spears pointed inwards, anything that charged that would die. Tyranic halted the other companies and moved into the centre of the field and drew his sword, and icy shill swept out from him halting the nearest ungors. Then a terrible low pitched voice came forth, Korban shuddered with suppressed terror. THere was nothing in the kingdoms that could instil sheer spine chilling, gut clenching terror, As that mans voice. Even Korban, the Khornate champion of the four, wanted to turn and flee. He could see some of the chaos warriors wavering, but they were well trained to withstand the power and utter implacable terror of the warleader's voice.

"Beastmen, where is your chieftan? This day chaos would ally with you."

The speech was short but its effects were far reaching, Korban heard one of the ungors mew in terror, one of the others began to back away and the others looked terrified. This was why the warleader hardly ever spoke. Because if he did his own hosts would be too terrified to fight.

--

Tyranic looked down on the ungors. He saw power in them, yes, the power of chaos, but it was as nothing to the terror that he knew his voice could instill. Even creatures who by rights should have no fear, mad things that have no reason, were cowed by the power of his voice. Tyranic privatley believed that no mortal could have such power, and it was his patrons speaking through him that had such malice in thier tone. Whatever it was he thanked his gods for the boon of not only the voice and the terror it could instil, but the patience and discipline not to use it for the smallest of tasks. To save it only for opportune moments, that its effects would be at thier most powerful. He tilted his helm slightly and tracked his eyes across his bodyguards, satisfied with thier discipline in the fae of his voice he turned back to the beastmen host.
"Answer me!"

"Ah, yet another. You warlords multiply like rats."
Says the Hydra in his rasping voice, as he and his closest bodyguards aproach the scene. A nearby ungor, wondering too close, suddenly falls to the ground, its skin turning green and boils spreading rapidly around its warped form. The Hydra chuckles,
"Well that was fun, but there are matters we must disguss . So, warlord, what is your buisness here."

"My lord! The scouts report the attack on the village has already began!" says the Lieutenant of the High Elf battalion. "Very well, have they yet breached the gate?" says Tyco Ventanus. "No my lord, they are slaughterind peasants trapped outside the walls." says his subordinate. "Send the battalion forward, my guard will be behind them. If they are attacked you know the procedure." "Yes sir, I do."

The High Elves move towards the rear city gate and a group of chaos marauders attacks them. A voley of arrows ravegs the front group and the High Elves form a phalanx and impales the remaining men during their charge.

((Ill be reviving the old warboss character, and the NPC clans that follow him, Ps- We need to hit a major city next, say, the fortified city of Nuln))

From the southern walls the unmistakable "Hrnnnk" of orcish war horns was heard. They however brought something terrable with them. In the distance numerous trails of smoke were seen. A relentless iron clanking could also be heard from the same direction. The orcs had ladders made of iron, with hooks to hold them onto the town's walls. As the tide of orcs closed it became evident that it would be impossible to keep them off of the walls.

'More Chaos warbands? Send the Chaos Knights to the south. Tell them that Lord Ulric the Chosen wants to speak with them. Both. As for the Beastmen, leave them. They might become handy.... and if not, we will just.. kill them.'

Gorbaroth stepped forward to Tyranic. 'I'm here. This is my host. you wish to speak with me?'
some gors got excited and made some weird noises.
'How do i know i can trust you?'

As the Chaos Knights rode forward to Tyranic and the beastman, they threw the severed heads they had gained the last hour towards them. 'Lord Ulric the Chosen, who has claimed the Armor of Dhorgan and the Chaos Runeshield from the Eternal Battle, claims an audience. If you do not serve him in that will, you will end like them.' he said, pointing towards the heads.

'What's this supp....' Gorbaroth stopped talking as he saw a huge man towering above him. 'well, the Gods must really hate this city...' he said quietly. 'well do what he asks us....'

"Who is this Ulric, and what does he want of us this day?" Croaks the Hydra as he steps foward, laughting slightly, causing a great bout of flies to appear. "And what makes you presume you can kill me, a blessed champion of Grandfather Nurgle?"

'The man that did this' the knight said to the Hydra, as he threw once more a head forward, this time one of a greater deamon of Nurgle.

'oooh! this is getting exciting! said a random ungor to Gorbaroth 'Shut your mouth!' whispered Gorbaroth angrily, while he killed the ungor with his dagger

The Hydra stands there for a long meoment, before saying in his croaking voice, "Hmm. Fine. I shall attend this meeting of yours. But cross me, and you shall live to regret it."

As he followed his Lord Ulric, Kurt Manbane planted his banner in the ground before him. Behind them stood the chosen and knights.As Ulric jumped of his daemonic mound, he said: ‘Now, on to the business at hand.’

Looking at the leaders around him, he noticed some silly acting beastmen. Those Ungor really weren’t worth living. He might kill them sooner or later. Well, not might. It was a fact he would kill them. But not know, there were more skulls to claim..

As the orcish hordes closed with the walls several warriors began to throw grappling lines up at the wall. The orcs used these grappling lines to scale the walls and get at the empire solders defending them. Ladders got closer and the orc wave showed no sign of slowing down for anything. The smoke belching monster in the distance also grew closer, the sounds of it became more evident and ominous its round head and large open jaw peeked into sight first, The monstrosity let out an enormous "RAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!" upon entering view.

Tyranic watches the exchange with his grim unwavering stare. His sword is slowly sheathed and his cold voice rattles out.
[i]"I welcome you brother of the blood god. I was going to let these beastmen live, they were... forgive me, are a valuable shock force. Their blood will still be spilled. Have paitence kinsman. As for you son of father Nurgle, your displays of petty sorcery do not phase me, and as much as they seem to amuse you. I invite you to contain yourself when it comes to my men, we are all sevrants of the four. And they will guide our hands in this battle to come. Look."

Tyranic gestured with one mighty hand at the surrounding battlefield and it was as if a cloud was removed from the vision of those watching. The way forwards was made clear.
"The gates and walls are strong, but the orcish horde that approaches those walls carries study ladders. We will let them spend themselves on the walls and then claim the ladders for our own."

--

Korban had seen the marauders charging forwards to attack the high elves and then saw them get mown down, he winced at the loss before realiseing that they were wheeling away as if nothing was wrong. He glanced to the hill to see the warleader gesturing at the surroundign lands, and beside him a hunchbacked man who was also gestureing, Nagash had clearly caused an illusion to protect the marauders to allow them to retreat. Korban grinned. The warlod had this battle in his hands, and Korban was sure that under the stark armour and heavy cape of the warleader was a mind and body that wantd nothing mroe than to tear the cit ybefore them apart. And so Korban was content with the slaughter to come. He knew he only had to wait.

"Petty sourcery? Are you aware of the ritual my sorcerers are conducting as we speak? If- When, it is complete, all foes alive here, man, dwarf, elf, will transform into subservient spawn. But for now I shall fight alongside you and your minions. And i'm sure you know not of the bulbious one?"

The little man next to Tyranic spoke directly to the sorceror. "You know much sorceror, but what you do know is as little compared to the wealth of knowlege that the Father shares with all his children. You are correct. If your ritual worked it would turn everyone into spawn. With a few notable exceptions. The metal beast of the orcs for instance. The problem is the sheer number of enemies here. No mortal has the power to turn this many other mortals into spawn. But even if you had the power, you have failed to take into account the power of the other four chaos gods. There are three different armies of chaos here. Nurgle, Khorne, And my masters own wandering undivided. This conclave of chaos is clearly powerful enough that if any two teamed up on the third then all woud be lost. Do not threaten to turn the warleader's men into spawn sorceror. It will not go well for any of us."

Syrath saw the two figures speaking, such beings could be useful allies, or pawns. Such titles where meaningless to the daemon, but it seemed best to keep on the 'good' side of the two beings. A tall Daemonic herald stood beside him, he turned and snarled a raspy scentance of words to Syrath who turned and smiled darkly;

"Keep your forces back, I will 'negotiate' with these servants of the dark gods."

Snarling an incomprehensible set of words the herald turned while Syrath spread his wings and landed before the Chaos Sorcerer and Champion, bowing his head and smiling;

"Good evening gentlemen, I am a fellow brother of Chaos seeking a pair of confident allies in my crusade of destruction."

Several orcs approached the bickering chaos worshipers the leader of the group yelled over the arguing leaders "We represent the great warlord Gobgut, Master of the Grand spider. He has learned that you bickering chaos warriors wanted a force to assist. Our warlord is willing to help, however he wishes a favor from you. Our next target is to be the fortified city of Nuln. The warlord wishes for control of the several of the forges there. He will then help in any way possible to fill the pact."

To the south of the walls the orc attack continued. The mechanical beast now was close enough to make out as a large spider of some kind. Empire solders were holding the orcs off suprisingly well for how impossably large the orc hordes seemed to be. The orcs were now more than effectively attracting the attention of the entire city with their drummers atop a hill pounding out a very agressive rythem.

Tyranic turns to the orc speaker and through his helm he sees a creature that knows the fear of his stare, The warleader turns away from the rabble and back to the other warleaders but a voice comes from a man who was previously unnoticed,
"Our master appreciates your request and will consider answering it. He has only one question. To whom will control of the city fall should you aid us? The wanderng host has no need of cities, but we would restock our caravans and repair our armour and weapons before leaving when the city falls."

Take what is needed from the remains, Our warlord will post someone to overesee the remains when we are done. A temple to your god will be built to represent what your help in taking the city

"If allowed, I will contribute my own forces to this assault, they are most willing to spill mortal blood and will happily set the city alight with magical fire and the streets flooded with blood, I only ask in return that we sacrafice the populace to the gods of Chaos in a ritual which will tear the bonds of reality and the realm of Chaos apart so that I may summn more of my Daemonic allies."

(Note, I not going to do this in the RP until the end, if we win.)

'Very well,' Ulric said, 'let me prepare my men.' He walked back to their landing spot in the north. Too bad for the others that they didn't know about the great cannons and Nuln batteries..