Mother of All Wyrdstone Campaign Starting!
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| Intros
I have travelled now for five months, along with my loyal men, to the city of Mordheim. And now, it is only the beginning. It seems that the resolve of the men who have survived is failing, and so it is up to me, Barahir son of Baragund, to restore the glory to our people. Many long years have past since the fall of our beloved home, and we have become outlaws, and out casts of society, but we will lay in the shadow no more. Our fair kingdom of Doriath was once the mecca of the northern woods, before the dark times, before the skaven. When fell upon the city in hoards, destroying and infecting everything, hundreds were killed, and thousands enslaved. And yet only a few survived to flee into the wilderness. Therefore, being the Captain of highest rank, I am now the highest noble of Doriath, with me are my loyal rangers, the last true men of the northern wood. And now finally we have come to the fabled city of Mordheim. It is here that the new Kingdom of Doriath shall rise. For Mordheim contains enough riches and wealth to outfit what is left of my men with new equipment, so that we may take back our beloved homeland. I travel with no more than 20 strong men and boys, and we guard 75 women and children. From my force I have chosen my best warriors to aid in hunting for riches. There is Beren, who is our last cleric and holyman, Bregolas the wise, Ragnor, Gorlim the ugly, Arthed the young, and Hathaldir the wise as well as myself.
Having our bodies preserved we have risen to help Prince Tut Tut win his City in the Desert.....
This is how I became the Boss of an Orc Warband along with my trusty Steed (he likes it when you call him that).
The following passage is an excerpt from a captured Skaven book. And so the Skaven Clan Moulder asked the Clan Eshin to go to the city of Mordheim, to search for the precious wyrd stones, and replenish their supply from attacking the Kingdom of Doriath in the north. In return the Clan Moulder elders granted a rat ogre to protect the Master Assassin Heskrit. Along with the rat ogre, 3 elite verminkin accompanied the Master Assassin to the City of the Damned.
Eaberk 'Axehand' Stoneshoulder began life in his father's clan along with his brother. Together the two of them became an adventuring team of great renown, until the day that they came across the Hornhelm Mallet. The two brothers were sent to retrieve this ancient weapon by their father. After months of searching, the two young dwarves found the axe. With their trophy in hand, they prepared to exit the ancient tomb of the Hornhelm clan. However, Eaberk had grown jealous of his brother over the years, and decided that is would be fitting if he had an 'accident' on the way back to the clan. What that 'accident' was, no one but Eaberk knows, but it succeeded, a bit too well. Eaberk lost left hand. When Eaberk returned to his father's clan, his father knew right away what had transpired. He was immediately kicked out of the clan. Eaberk spent many years traveling the Old World, not truly knowing direction until the day that he heard of the city of Mordheim. The riches that it contained were said to be amazing, even for a dwarf. Eaberk immediately sped off and searched for other outcast dwarves. In no time he had a force ready to brave the streets of Mordheim and claim enough riches to create of Clan Hall of his own.
We came from an ocean colony under link. Mr. Hansinger told us to kill people, so we will try ot make him a happy guy!
This warband is not made up of professional fighters or a band of grizzled cutthroats. They are not lead by a valiant leader or an evil mastermind. They are not filled with devilish ambitions of gathering wyrdstone to become incredibly powerful. But they pretty good with a bow. This is the story of Chef Basil, his twin sons, and a few good friends in search of the legendary cookbook Cuisinomicon. Before the twin tailed comet struck Mordheim, Basil Sarto and his twin sons Hughy and Dooey owned a restaurant. Basil of course was the master chef and made some of the best spicy chili in the whole Empire. Hughy and Dooey were his assistant chefs, also called Su-chefs. They did some of the cooking but were mostly in charge of making salads. They had a good business going and plenty of regular customers, mostly halflings. They also made a couple of customers who were involved in some thievery, but Basil knew they were only stealing from those more fortunate then them, pretty much everyone. Then the day before the comet struck Mordheim some of Basil's old service buddies, from the Goblin Raid of Northern Moot (long story, don't ask them about it cause they will talk about it for HOURS!) visited to have a good meal and talk about the glory days. They decided to stay the night and leave the next day. Well the next day a comet smashed Mordheim and completely destroyed the restaurant, luckily Basil, his sons, and his service buddies all made it out alive, but most of the population of that area, which were mostly halflings were not as lucky. Basil and all of them met up with some friends from the restaurant, including Allen Phar and Little John Swifthands their thieving friends. So they all moped about the area, Basil started drinking, a lot. But one day a friend, thought to be dead, appears and tells them that a legendary cookbook called Cuisinomicon was found. Basil jumped right out of the drunken sleep he was enjoying at the very word of it. So now Basil and all his mates are searching the ruined city to find the most sacred cookbook before it is destroyed or taken by someone else. Armed with bows, swords and tons of courage they are destined to find -the legendary cookbook. This begins the story of the first halfling warband in Mordheim. Skaven warband named after popes. These Skaven are viscous rat men and relentless killers. They have been sent to scavenge all Wyrdstones in any possible means. |
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