Revlid
30 Jun 2007
...And it said unto Revlid: Post thou your fluff, that Hashut might prosper.
And so I am. This is where I will be posting the fluff snippets of my Nemesis Crown victories.
My first game of the campaign Wargor John, who, I discovered afterwards, wasn't taking part/didn't have an account yet
. Ah well. Border Patrol, Solid Victory for the CHaos Dwarfs.
Zharkon Revlid snarled as he brought his scimitar down on the neck of the last of the horned brutes, baring his tusks in brutal satisfaction.
Looking up from the headless corpse, the Chaos Dwarf despot spotted his Hobgoblin underlings roudning up the survivors, mostly mutants and ungor, and clapping them in irons. A fine slave harvest for a skirmish.
Ahead the human inn named after the warpstone moon, The Bitter Moon, loomed over the trees, clearly visible despite the thick forest. Zharkon frowned. He needed to return to the Diabullus, the iron-bull headquarters of the Chaos Dwarfs, to report his victory and deliver his slaves. To do so before bightfall wopuld require somehow bypassing the forest...
Grinning, the corrupt Dwarf turned to the artillery teams stationed on the hill, and gestured that the Firespitter Cannons should begin their bombardment.
It was warm that night, and thick with ash.*insert witty signature here*
Revlid
02 Jul 2007
The Chaos Dwarfs broke out into gruff laughter as the last weak lizard-thing was chained up, and the fire-spitting lizard was muzzled. It would be a fine gift to Overlord Rykarth, mused Zharkon, beneath his daemonic brass helm.
Whether he would really notice it among the many other hundreds of slaves already captured by other Chaos Dwarf expeditions was another matter. Most likely not, and the despot cursed his luck that his forces had only been engaged in skirmishes so far.
Still, this had been a good battle, protecting the Diabullus from Lizardman saboteours. Zharkon glanced at the giant-sized bull-dwarf statue, just visible over the treetops, and wondered at the sorcerery required to move the vast construction into the Great Forest. Perhaps that rumours that it was a disguised Kolossus were true?
Shaking his head to clear it of such pointless speculation, Zharkon Revlid, the Disenfranchised Despot of Vorag Tower, began issuing orders. After all, there were still many battles ahead, and many thousands of slaves to harvest.
Not to mention the issue of that damn crown...
*insert witty signature here*
Big Chef
03 Jul 2007
Very nice, somewhat brief but it still sets the atmosphere. Are these related to real world Nemesis Crown games?
Next Warhammer: Moon strike, the races of Warhammer kick off their own space race to reach Morrslieb
Revlid
12 Jul 2007
Finally, a confirmed battle with Thane Alstor! At 1000 Points, no less!
Zharkon Revlid, Chaos Dwarf Overlord, cackled as his Hobgoblin Riders ran his foolish cousins into the ground. It had been a good choice to bring them along after all, despite their penchant for treachery. Of course, any choice he made was good choice, no matter the outcome.
He smiled as he patted the side of the flimsy human inn, his gauntlets growling with daemonic energy. The manling landmark was theirs, a good place from which to sally forth with troops, a secondary headquarters from the Diabullus, the great mobile bull-fort that had accompanied the Chaos Dwarf forces through the World Edge Mountains, to the West.
Zharkon's smile split into a savage grin. He had had his reservations about the alliance with Grimgor, of course. Who could really trust an Orc to do what was required of it, even a Black Orc, improved as they were by Chaos Dwarf flesh-artisans. It had turned out well, though, and now he was here, in a new land, bringing in hundreds of peasants and enemy soldiers as slaves...
The West. The air smelt purer here, of wood and grain and a hundred other unfamiliar things. It smelt of opportunity.
His smile faded somewhat as movement appeared again in the wood, sylvan shapes rustling along. Sighing, he hefted his great curved axe onto his shoulder. It seemed opportunity would have to wait.
Followed by an entirely anticlimatic Border Patrol, which I lost on a technicality. A technicality!
Zharkon spat on the corpse of the tatooed elf as his remaining forces withdrew into the inn, barricading it as only Dwarfs could.
He had lost this fight, he would admit. But what the scrawny elgi didn't know was that his Hobgoblin Riders had already alerted the nearby Greenskin army to his success in taking the inn. They would heading this way in full force soon, accompanied by rolling Tenderiser Chariots, clanking Iron Golems, and armoured Chaos Dwarfs. The tiny elven warband would stand no chance, no matter how quietly it moved.
Until then, he thought, as green-fletched arrows smashed through an unblocked window and were answered by a burst of blunderbuss fire, they'd just have to make do.
*insert witty signature here*
Vincenti
19 Jul 2007
I actually like these quite a bit. As Chef said, they capture the atmosphere perfectly. Just seems gritty and real, like you've just stepped into whatever situation the snippet is.
Vincenti
Ogres have a few good points. In summary, I like them because they make me sexy.
