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Post by grandmasterwang on Dec 6, 2018 0:48:26 GMT
Haha, I have far too many unicorns! My group & I played storm of magic quite a bit, and I used to take a block of 8-10 unicorns. Along of BotWD W.Lions I could drop Comets on my units whilst in combat (Unicorns would have a 3++, Lions 2++). So the imagery of Lions / Unicorns and comets smashing into them whilst fighting their enemies while looking FABULOUS really appealed to me haha. In this photo however I was told I couldn't take a big block - so I took 8 single Unicorns and 2 single Great Stags... So fast! Hehe I'd be willing to give the BOTD shenanigans a pass on account of the block of 8-10 unicorns. Carry on good sir.
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Post by sedge on Jul 28, 2019 18:31:02 GMT
The Battered Heads tribe of greenskins in the central Apuccini Mountains are a mongrel lot. Made up of the flotsam and jetsam of countless failed Waaaaghes, they include Night Goblins from the shores of the Sour Sea, Common Orcs that once fought in the Northern Wastes, and Snotlings from distant Bretonnia (or at least everyone assumes so, since they smell like an overripe Bretonnian cheese). Perhaps the only true natives are the secretive Forest Goblins of the deep coniferous forests. Yet despite this, two factions dominate these greenskins - the Savage Orcs and the Black Orcs. These are the leftovers of the event known to goblin scholars as "Da Battle of Two Waaaaaghes", when two colossal greenskin hordes - Savage Orcs from the southern Badlands, and Black Orcs who had rampaged down from the Dark Lands - converged on Tilea. The two forces collided just in front of a hastily assembled Tilean army, and through the confusion of bellowed orders somehow managed to execute a pincer attack of such perfection it is cited to this day in Imperial textbooks. The Tilean mercenaries were all set to break and run, when the two rival Orc Warbosses met in the middle of the field. Challenges were roared, and with neither backing down, the inevitable happened and the Warbosses came to blows - the greenskin armies swiftly joining in, the humans forgotten. The Tilean forces reformed into a defensive square of pikes, pavises and arbalests, and through the chaos managed to rout the Orc armies, chasing the survivors into the outlying hills of the Apuccini range. Since that time, the Black and Savage Orcs have constantly vied for supremacy of the Battered Heads - and it is this internecine bickering that has ensured this sizeable gathering of greenskins has never managed to win a single notable military victory. Despite this, the other orcs and goblins don't mind one bit - for it ensures there is always a good scrap brewing, and they are all too eager to pitch in on one side or the other (or both, for the more cunning Night Gobbos). Glugnutz the Shaman is the current undisputed leader of the Savage Orc contingent, by dint of the fact he rides an absolutely massive wyvern. It wasn't always so - it has become customary for the warbosses of both the Savage and Black Orcs to own "pet" wyverns to help enforce their will. The previous Savage Orc Warboss Uggulagga was no exception, but unfortunately a Spear Chukka "mishap" resulted in both him and his wyvern meeting a premature end close to the Black Orc encampment - which dined well for a week. When the Black Orcs mounted the wing of the late Uggalagga's wyvern on their banner pole, Glugnutz knew it was time for revenge. After encouraging (with his fists) a Night Gobbo Shaman to share a sneaky cantrip with him ("Da Flippa" - used to turn an opponent upside down, and most commonly used to flip a rampaging Cave Squig, the stupid creatures being unable to process that they are the wrong way up, and so lie on the ground with their legs waggling uselessly in the air), he waited until the rival Black Orc warboss, Grumpork da Grisly was flying overhead on his colossal hand-reared wyvern, Whippasnappa. Glugnutz unleashed his mighty spell, dialled up to Waaaagh, and both Black Orc and wyvern flipped over and plummeted to the ground. Unfortunately, Glugnutz, being an Orc - and a Savage one at that - hadn't planned beyond this point, and thus found himself squashed into a massive wyvern-shaped crater. Thankfully, he'd painted his warpaint on well that morning, and emerged seemingly unscathed. Grumpork wasn't so lucky. Marching up to the downed Wyvern, Glugnutz pummelled Whippasnappa in its tender parts until the subdued creature accepted him as da boss. Since then, Glugnutz and Whippasnappa have been inseparable, and as the only owner of a Wyvern, Glugnutz lords it over all the other greenies. Unfortunately, having a wyvern land on his head didn't leave him unchanged, and the boyz all know he's not entirely with it. Savage Orcs were never the brightest, but Glutnutz's expression is particularly vacant, his ritual dancing especially twitchy, and never before has a Shaman called the greenskin deities "Bork" and "Spork". Still, this minor heresy aside, the Savage Orcs are fiercely loyal to Glugnutz, who has since started leading the Battered Heads further afield against the humies of the Border Princes, stunties in Zarakzil, and even the odd rat-thing dug out of the ground. The future of the tribe looks bright - at least until the Black Orcs get their revenge.
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