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Post by knoffles on Dec 8, 2018 21:49:46 GMT
Expect battle reports from my games and I’ll update this sporadically 😀
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Post by gregr on Dec 15, 2018 19:34:33 GMT
Fluff alert!:
Gromni Skarrson looked around him, despair sinking in. All around him the world was changing, yet as it ever was. The Undead were on the march, Dark Elf raiding parties had been spotted and it had been rumoured that Archaon, the so-called Everchosen, had been seen coming south from the maelstrom of the Chaos Wastes. Bretonnia and the Wood Elves were skirmishing again, Gromni knew that these skirmishes would soon come too close to the Storm Pass and he would have to intervene.
The High Elves, ever fickle despite their proclamations of being men of honour, had ignored Gromni's calls for aid. Yet another grudge that would have to be settled.
The call for the Dwarves of the Storm Pass had been sent, yet in times of peace, too many had turned adventurer and too few had returned. Gromni sighed, at least his son, Duard, had returned from his service with the Merchant Prince, Domenico Castor, and brought with him his hardened quarrellers.
Gromni looked down at his gnarled knuckles and flexed his ageing hands, he knew this would be his last campaign. He looked around, returning his glances, a wall of hard stares looked back. He only saw the grim determination of those who had answered the call.
Suddenly, Gromni laughed a hearty bellow. Why should he be afraid? Looking out all he saw were his best warriors. Halfdan Elfsbane led his Hammerers, Gromni's own guard, whilst Torren had brought the Ironbreakers from their guardposts deep in the bowels of the Pass. But most of all, he saw the bulk of his force made up of determined Longbeards, who he knew would not flee from the fight.
"DUARD!!!" Gromni called, "Bring forth the banners of the hold, carry them and give your life holding them high!".
He knew that he may not have the numbers he had hoped, but Gromni knew that these were his best warriors and would not flee.
"Come my lads, I ask you for one last time. March with me! Let's set the world ablaze once more. Grudges will be settled and new ones written! March on the men of Storm Pass and to WAR!!!!!"
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