The Hordes of Chaos

[Luigi]

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Nerzhul

Mortal Archer
Tall Pale Eyes of a hawk Well built
Hot tempered Loyal, Heroic Type of character, yet lethal to be messed with

 

[roly]

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The story of Faust'ik

The simple things in life often go unnoticed, such as the crystal rivers which flow throughout the mountains of the north or the cool breezes that rustle the brances of the trees; these very things are those that give life to everything in the land. These are also the things that interest Faust'ik most of all.

At an early age, Faust'ik realized that material posessions ment very little to him. He was much more interested with the land all around; the trees, the water, the air, the sky, and most of all, what tied it all together.

Upon a night of deep meditation in his small hut, while scribing into his personal journal, he finally became aware of his surroundings; the world was dieing. Man and beast alike have torn up trees to build forts and houses, dug up rock and metal to forge their cold steal, and contaminated the waters with toxins and waste. It was these revelations that drove Faust'ik mad with rage and gave him the thirst for blood that drove him away from his small township and into solitude...

By himself, he became adept in the magical arts of elemental manipulation. He focused mostly on air and water, as he found these two to be both the most comforting as well as the most brutal of the four elements. Faust'ik draws upon the powers of earth and fire to summon powerful beasts that fight by his side. Using the raw energy in the air, he is able to call down lightning on a whim and produce static bolts directly from his fingertips. Harnessing the biting cold, he is able to send a chilling shiver up an enemys spine, as well as using the very air around an enemy to penetrate their mind and blast it with a shock of freezing air. Drawing upon the refreshing forces of water, Faust'ik is able to clense his body of all toxins, as well as heal small amounts of damage. Because of the dark pact he has with both fire and earth, he has sworn to never empower himself with these elements; if he ever wishes to draw upon their forces, he may do so only by creating a beast made entirely of one or the other.

Faust'ik carrys a short-bow on his back at all times to defend himself against beasts and attackers alike, as well as to hunt for food without too much effort. Over the years, he has also become adept at shooting a crossbow, as that was his father's weapon of choice on the fields of honor.

Fausti'ik stands roughly 6 feet tall, and is of a slender build. The elementalist rarely get a chance to eat a full meal, as they are constantly training their bodies to be more atuned with the forces that they surrender themselves to everytime a spell is cast or an elemental is summoned. He has crystal clear eyes which shiftin color from white to deep blue, depending on what type of elemental spell he is casting, or has previously cast.

He wears a blue robe woven from the finest silk imported from a distant land; it was crafted by his great grandmother during the first age, and was given to him by his father before he died on the fields of battle in the middle era. This robe is his most valued posession, as it reminds him of his childhood. Along with a robe, he wears a tall straw hat which his niece crafted for him just before she was taken in the night by a band of beastmen.. He thinks of her crying out in the middle of the night everytime he places this hat on his bald head.

Faust'ik thrives on solitude; he works best while alone, where he can mutter incantations to himself without recieving odd looks from stranger who he wishes no interaction with anyway. If forced to work with another man, he prefers somebody who understands the importance of the four elements, as well as somebody who is skilled with a bow. He looks down upon the mortals who choose cold steal as their weapon of choice, as they would be useless without a weapon in their hands..

Faust'ik worships Tseentch, the changer of ways, as his father and grandfather did before him. He does so almost blindly and without question. He hopes that one day Tseentch will return to his ultimate place at the top of the order of gods, and reclaim the lands as his own. Until then, ths bidding of the elements as well as Tseentch is what drives the inner soul of Faust'ik..

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100 Magery
100 Evaluating Int.
100 Meditation
100 Inscription
100 Archery
100 Anatomy
100 Healing

 

[roly]

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*Faust'ik tosses and turns in his sleep.. The visions are a clear as they ever were...*

For the 10th consecutive year now, Faust'ik has had the same re-occuring dream. It haunts him at night and troubles his mind during the day. Even while on the fields of honor, he can't help but let his mind wander, often thinking about his visions.

In his dream, a tall man looms over his bed, chanting some words that Faust'ik cannot understand. The man reaches out to Faust'ik, but never touches him. The dreams always end in the same way though.. The building around Faust'ik catches ablaze almost instantly, as if it were soaked with oil and grease, and the man is quickly snached by furry hands. The sound of Faust'ik's neice pierces the air.. A large timber vividly collapses from the ceiling falling directly onto Faust'ik, waking him from his restless slumber.

*Faust'ik quickly sits up in his cot. He wipes some excess sweat from his brow and looks around franticly, as if he were surrounded by ghosts from his past; there is nobody there. There is never anybody there. He pants heavily and lays back down, attempting to fall asleep.*

Who is the man in Faust'ik's vision? Could this man be linked to the large crescent shaped scar implanted on the side of Faust'ik's face? Why does his scar seem to pulse uncontrolably whenever he kills a beastman on the fields of honor? Is Faust'ik somehow getting closer to the answer? Or will he never know?

*Faust'ik drifts back off to a restless sleep, holding his shortbow close for whatever confort the cold wood can offer his clammy pale skin .. Tomorrow will be a hot and lonley day.*

 

[Crone-hybrid]

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My name is Du-sith and I worship the god Nurgle.

100 fencing
100 poisoning
100 anatomy
100 healing
100 spirit speak
100 tactics
100 parry

 

[Sintoo]

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As their quest for domination goes on the horde stands unchallenged much to it's bloodthirsty warriors disappointment.
The beastmen are feasting well on travelers comming through the lands, caravans layed to waste within minutes. Mostly defenseless families trying to find a home for themself in these lands and one or another adventurer trying to make a name for himself only to be stabbed to death in his sleep by an ungor and end up in it's belly.

War parties have been set up and the surrounding villages are being pillaged in a regular fashion in the hunt for food, weapons and slaves.
The warriors of Khorne have grown tired and weary of the lack of worthy opponents and have turned on eachother killing eachother in a rapid speed, there is yet to be seen if any of them will be left when a worthy opponent surfaces.

Scouts have reported of animals in the form of men but not like our own bestmen but something else, they hear them chanting in the forest and arrows and blood trails from dead animals have been found. Search parties have been made to find the source of these creatures but they leave little to be traced upon. It is as if they was carried by the wind itself.

 

[roly]

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what mounts will be allowed? will mounted combat be allowed, or will we be required to dismount before attacking? what about mounted archers?

 

[Sintoo]

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what mounts will be allowed? will mounted combat be allowed, or will we be required to dismount before attacking? what about mounted archers?

Mounted combat will be allowed as to where a mount is able to pass for example a mount might not be able to enter a house or a cave etc etc.



Steeds of Slaanesh (Ostards usable by Daemonettes and Champions of Slaanesh)

Like all daemons of Slaanesh the steed has a perverse beauty. Combining both grace and elegance with a wholly unnatural appearance.
I has a long sinuous body that writhes sensuously as it speeds across the field of battle. A long whip-like tongue flicks constantly from its mouth.


Juggernauts of Khorne (Swamp dragons usable by Champions of Khorne)

Juggernauts are massive armoured creatures that are part-daemon and part-enchanted steel. They are mighty beasts of groaning iron and brass, standing taller than a man, rivetted and clad in sheets of metal. They are forged in dark fires and bound with dire runes, their primordial rage tamed within a shell of artifical metallic muscle and bone.



Discs of Tzeentch (Giant beetles usable by Champions and sorcerers of Tzeentch)

The daemonic mounts of Tzeentch are known as discs. These bizarre craetions are neither daemon nor construction but a nightmarish blend of the two. Coruscating with mystical force, discs hover several feet above the ground skimming gently forwards upon the winds of magic themselves.


Abominations of Nurgle (Ridgebacks usable by champions of Nurgle)


Horses (Usable by all above maurader rank, except beastmen)

 

[Sintoo]

The origin of Mal'Gorak the champion of Nurgle

Mal'Gorak once bearing a mortal name long forgotten to him, one of his tribes greatest warriors strong, brave and relentless in his quest to appease the gods and his own lust
for carnage.
Slayer of hundreds and follower to none. The stories varies of how he came to command his first army, but the most common one says that he simply slaughtered the leader of his tribe at a young age of 14 refusing to obey the commands given to him and leading the tribe by himself to war. He made a name of himself through the northern plains as a cruel and vicious man sparing none in his path.

But no mather how physical strong he became and how many battles he won he was never a great leader. Foolish and hot tempered he wasent much of a strategist, usually
charging the enemy head on suffering great casualties.

One winter he made the dire descion that would erase his army from the realm of mortal men. As the winter was approaching and he relentlessly ignored all pleads of his men to return home and plan for it's comming and stock up on food and build new settlements. He killed all of those who even mentioned the subject as traitors and as the winter came they were forced to set camp in a valley high up in the mountains.

The cold was unbearable. Food wasent to be found anywhere and people turned to killing eachother within the camp to feed themself.
The plauge had struck down inside the camp by the thousands of rats that had searched themself through the self made labyrints in the snow to the camp.
As he fell I'll to the plague and became more and more defenseless his tribesmen cursed his foolishness and began to see their leader as nothing more then a weakling that would be consumed to sustain those that would feed on his dead carcass.
Several men tried at numerous times to end their former leaders life and feast on his flesh. Yet weak as he was he managed to fend of the attackers.
One night an avalanche came crashing down from the mountain sides upon the camp burying it's inhabitants far down in a snowy dark tomb.

As Mal'Gorak lay there buried in his tomb he damned himself for his foolishness, the plauge and starvation had made his body a weak twisted reflection of his former self and for what might have been the very first time his mind was clear and free from the bloodlust and self satisfaction. His thoughts wandered across his life span and seeing how his ignorance and temperament had paved his path in to oblivion he started to focus, collecting his thoughts and he began to pray to the lord of Nurgle to rid him from these diseases and restore his full strength. Days passed as his pleads walked by unanswered. Finally on the second day in his cold tomb he succumbed to death.

When spring started to come to the mountain pass and the snow melted away, several thousands of bodies lay visible upon the ground. The whole army destroyed by one mans ignorance and selfrighteousnes. Among the bodies one rose from It’s brethren standing tall once again. Boils festering’s it’s skin, large open wound’s leaking bodily fluids. This was the former mortal that would later became known as Mal’Gorak the tainted one a champion of Nurgle.
Nurgle had been filling his body with daemonic energy forcing him to rise once more to serve him, his time was not yet.

 

[xeres01]

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I humbly present Ru-thak, follower of Slaanesh, bringer of pain. Brought forth from the depths. Her beauty rivals many.

She came to be as part of a failed ritual that angered the mighty Slaanesh. A village in the highlands was struck by a terrible drought. Many crops were lost, many people were on the brink of starvation. Being in the highlands, travel to neighboring villages can be treachrous.

One day a traveler came by the village, he was returning from a pilgrimage to the shrine of sacrifice. His people believed the body must be purged of impurities upon the winter solstice of every 4th passing winter. This traveler was versed in the arts of divining the mighty Slaanesh to assist the people of his village. Upon learning of the drought and sad state of affairs in this village he offered his expertise to assist the village to make it through the cold seasons of the highlands. The village elder graciously accepted the offer of the traveler; however, the men of the village were wary. They did not fully trust this traveler.

A group of 4 of the men of the village secretly met to discuss ways to cause the traveler's enchantments to fail. They knew they would be able to survive. The plotted while the traveler prepared for his ritutal.

2 days later the traveler was ready to assist the village. He would be asking for Slaanesh's blessing. Upon offering a small sacrifice in blood, Slaanesh would be appeased and provide a bountiful blessing of food to help the people of the village. The 4 men had decided the best way to affect the ritual was to make this traveler's blood impure. An hour before the ritual was to begin, one of the men offered the traveler a goblet of wife, but he had added a small amount of a vile poison to the drink. Not nearly enough to affect him physically but enough to provide the desired effect upon the blood letting.

The ritual had began as planned, the torches were lit, and the proper preparations have been made. The 4 men watched at a distace as the blood letting approached. The traveler used a dagger, and sliced into his left palm, letting the blood slowly drip onto the pentagram that had been dug into the earth.

Suddenly there was a warm breeze that began blowing all around the traveler. soon the torches had been extinguished by the wind that began to gust now. This was expected by the traveler, the wind precedes the deamonette that will bring the offering from Slaanesh. Out of the darkness, a figure began to emerge. The striking beauty of the deamonettes always seemed to surprise the traveler. This one in particular had a different aura than others he had encountered.

The deamonette began to speak...

"I am called Ru-Thak....I bring, the tidings from the mighty Slaanesh...."

The deamonette immeditely identified the summoner and approached him.

"You are the one that sacrifices your life force in the name of Slaanesh...." She looked around the darkened hovel. "Your blood is not pure, impure blood must be purified. You dare offer impure blood to our god?" Something glinted and caught the 4 mens eyes standing in the shadows as it materialized.

Ru-Thak raised a mighty ax, sharpened to a pin point tip at the end, and brought down the ax upon the traveler's chest inflicting a most mortal of wounds.

"Your blood is not worth, this village must be purified..."

At seeing this, the elder began to back away. Wondering what could have happened...."Why, why is this..."

Ru-thak moved quickly with a sensual grace. Moving between the villagers, inflicting bleeding wounds upon all that she came close to.

"All must be purified!"

It only took a few moments really, the village had been rendered assunder by Ru-Thak. As she paused to observe the results of her summoning, she heard a distant calling, perhaps even a primal tug. Slaanesh had sent her to this realm for a purpose, this calling seems to be the next step.

She headed toward the northlands, leaving the village to bleed....and eventaully die.

"They have been purified. They will enjoy the afterlife they were destined for...."

 

[Sintoo]

Short tale: Hunters or hunted

August 16

Today we caught some rabbits in our traps in the south part of the forest, John even managed to shoot quite a large hind wich he's ofcourse been braggin about all day.
I tell ya that boy could make every little deed seem as he have conquered an army single handedly, he conjures up the most fantastic tales of ever so little with that imagination of his.


August 18
The forest doesnt hold as much game as we had hoped. The day have been slow when checking on the traps most of them showed up empty except some pheasants.

August 19
William came shouting into the camp early this morning claiming that we had caught a bear in one of our traps in the nortern region of the forest close to the river.
When approaching the trap we saw some...I dont know some sort of animal, it was big and hairy with the face of a goat and had the built of a man.
Before I got to investige it further John shoot of an arrow into the animals chest before I was able to react.
The scream it let out...it was beyond human but still it sounded like he cried out words of some sort, almost like a cry for help.
John was all worked up with excitment yabbering about how they'd make up stories about him and how he'd slayed the beast.



August 20
We've been going through the body of the creature it did'nt have alot of hide that was useful and none of us have dared to eat any of it's flesh.
It's body were filled with scars from previous wounds they seemed to have been inflicted by weaponry as far as we could tell. It also had some smaller skulls in a leather string around it's neck almost as it was some sort of decoration of some sort. The skulls were of various animals one even seemed quite human.

August 22
The day's have been fruitless we havent so much as seen dropping's of so much as a rabbit.
I've heard some strange sounds in the night's, sounding like chanting of some sort. The noises resembled that of the scream of the beast we killed tree days ago but neither William, John or Gary claimed to have heard the sounds. I'm probably just imagining things.



August 23
William and I found some animal carcasses further into the woods today they'd look like they were gutted out and eaten right there the marking's of theets and claws on the carcasses didnt resemblance any bear or wolf I dont know what kind of animal that could'uve done this.
John and Gary set out to the northern part of the forest again at morning but they have yet still to return, hopefully all is well and they have just set camp to avoid trying to track their way back in the dark.



August 24
The sounds I heard in the forest on the previous night's was to be heard again but this time nearer and more clearer. The sounds were of no man but grunts and incomprehensive chanting. William told me he had heard to noises aswell.
John and Gary did'nt show up this morning either we went to look for them but we couldent find any trace of them. Like they had been engulfed by the earth itself.

August 25
I ventured into the forest alone today William was obviously scared by the these happening's, the sounds...John and Gary going missing, so I told him to stay in the camp instead in case John and Gary would show up so he wouldent have to bring himself out here.
Upon my return to the camp I had been greatly delayed and the darkness was already out, I saw...William laying upon the ground and...and there were similiar creatures to the one that we had slayed about a week ago but they were smaller, they were eating on the poor boy as they saw me they ran off shouting and grunting...it sounded like they were glad....What a fool I had been I shouldent have let the boy stay in the camp by his own.



August 26
In the night the creatures must have returned, I had wrapped Williams body into some cloth to bring him home with me as I was going to try to make my way back today from this hellish forest. But the bpdy was all gone so was the body of the creature that we had slayed on the ground was nothing more then the print in the grass witnessing of that they had once lay there.
As the day turned into night I couldent bear to set camp I still marched on. It was not long after I could hear branches break and hoves beating against rocks behind me...several of these things were after me grunting, sounding like they were cheering eachother on. I manage to find a small cave to hid myself in and block the entrance I can now hear them outside lifting the stones away, I dont think I'll make it out of here alive so I'll leave this journal of mine here to witness of these events so that one day someone will find it and know my destiny and tell my family I loved them.
Edward Bottoms husband to Anna Bottoms and father to little George Bottoms.




It's about 3AM I was bored I made up a story so probably alot of misspelled words and incromphensive meanings...anyways hope it's a good read. Good night.

 

[Nietszej]

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The Tale of Fueaff


The first dirt stained cut oozes a warmth like liquid honey, she twitches and giggles - screeching a noise
akin to a rusty gate as her saliva drips into the Ravens wound. As she dangles the bleeding creature
from the rooftop of the abbey, Fueaff crouches, mimicing the gargoyles grimace. she begins to pluck its fetid
feathers one by one, only to stab them back into the flesh around its eyes. she excretes a sharp exhale of air
and blinks nervously... a malicious attempt at laughter, she thought.

"malice... malas, shhhh malice malas..ssss" she croaks, her eyes glazing over. "iiie remember malassss..."

Fueaffgregor Khostov was the youngest daughter of a widowed Malasite peasent named Malekith Khostov,
Malekith kept his family fed by wandering the woods collecting the many ingrediants he knew to be of value
once he reached the city of Umbra. This was a journey he was loathe to take and being a man of little will
or virtue did not denigh himself the company when one month his youngest & voluptuous daughter Fueaff asked to travel
with him. The destination of that ill-fated journey was a sale to the vile necromancer Klmortid whom Malekith
detested the sight of, mainly due to his gareish taste in clothing - all putrid purples and pinks, that was
said to be subject of a Hedonistic cult Klmortid had become involved in.
Once arriving at the meeting place Klmortids eyes darted to Fueaff, who was small and weak, but beautiful to behold.
Klmortid salivated revoltingly and demanded of Malekith his daughter as part of the deal, but for a higher price.
Now Malekith was not a cruel man, but he was fickle and greedy,
twisted by a desire for gold and status - whilst having none of either.
He agreed readily and smiled sickly at the abandoment of his daughter as he ran through Umbra's filthy alleyways,
tripping and spilling the fruits of his betrayal.

Fueaff's desperate fate was the grimm tribute from Klmortid to a group of sick men he called
'The Priests of Slaanesh' deep in the Corrupted Woods.
Over the next 12 passes of the yellow moon Fueaff was their captive and toy of tourture and pleasure,
bitter crimes were commited against her body and mind that warped her sanity, degrading her to a lame dog
hiding in the dark of their cold vaults. So hide she did, and crawl and creep, anything to evade the crusted
fingernails of her captors for as long as possible.
She grew neurotic and paranoid, distrusting even the rats, but would steal wings and grave dust to consume.
in this way she discovered parchements promising miracles of healing and cureing with words written in a strange
tounge that she mumbled in her fear.

The Priests delighted in response, in new experience and pleasure, but Fueaff had noticed they found little
satisfaction in carcasses which where piled up and pushed through their gutters. In desperation and madness
she resigned herself to death in the hope of a final escape from her hell. She lay her body down under a mass of
decay and rott, closed her eyes and devoured the surrounding desiese and death that was soon to kill her.

But Thanatos did not want her and she was sustained by the blood and flesh of other tourtured creatures.
Her mind shook and faultered leaving a shadow of humanity overwhelmed by an animal drive to eat drink
and slowly dissapear through the gutters of her prision and out into the Woods.

naked and insane Fueaff ran like a paniced and hunted animal through the world, never resting or recovering
but shivering from shadow to shadow avoiding and bitterly mistrusting all life.

In her intense discontent
she searched madely for solice or peace - being consumed by self-obsession and satisfaction she found pleasure.
This pleasure was found in the destruction of life, the cruel and harsh stabbing and bleeding of small animals
and unfortunate creatures. It sent shivers and joy through her now withered and bald body, whilst the girl she
once was had been lost by starvation.. she kept alive through pleasure.
she slept and dreamt in a fever and in her dreams a tall slender and beautiful young Prince came to her offereing
debauched whims and delight.

"i am a Keeper of Secrets..." whispered the dark Prince "...my name is Slaanesh"

Fueaff loved him tragically and bitterely - obsessed with his touch and taste, promising to him she was
his for all time and his only. Her heart was cruely poisioned as in her feverish slumber she watched
He Who Thirsts, her lover and God discard her like a rag and dissapear into the dark never to fullfill
her emptiness.

she wandered far and wide in search of a solitude in which to please her love, which led her to the dense
forests of Yew where she would sleep in the darkness of the crypts... only to discover a chaotic horde of
norsemen seemingly delighted in the spill of blood as much as she.
Fueaff silently curses the norsemen for their ignorance and inabiliy to pronouce her name

"FFFueaff ssss not Fuff!"

but she knows she is weaker than they, so hides in their shadow and shares their prey.

Crouching upon the abbey rooftop the Slaaneshi Daemonette discards her now lifeless toy.
"mmyy Keeper of Secrets... brriing Fueaff a deeath to adoreee"

 

[Sintoo]

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Yeah I quoted myself I'm cool like that.

Something just hit me I never made any sort of uniform or looks for the beastmen during all this time and noone ever wanted to join the bestmen branch so it was never a problem.
But I thought it was about time to fix that!

So what I want is for you to post a screenshot of your idea on their looks and design, all are welcome to do this.
(Feeling I'll get to see alot of pink things in a bonnet if I get to see any suggestions at all )

Here's some, the 2 to the left are Ungors and the third one is a Gor.

Behold my awesomeness in designs!!!...Yeah I suck.

Peace.

 

[Two Wolves]

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Did I just see Fueaffgregor Khostov sign the guest book in the Church behind the Bretonnia Village? Seems like I thought she would tear the page out... and eat it.

 

[Luigi]

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uhhh?

 

[Sintoo]

"I may be bad, but I feel good"

Alright everyone gather around, the horde is making a crash come back for the Battle of Britannia scenario http://www.uodemise.com/discussion/showthread.php?t=60690

We will be siding with the Bloodclan orcs and need every last man, women and monster we can get our hands on.
Let's show these damn goody two shoes who's boss! Evil will reign supreme!.
"I may be bad, but I feel good"


So as this is a bit special beyond the regular every day role play thing's that we have things will be a bit different.
You dont have to follow all the rules on making a character like writing a story and the skill requirements, your free to use any skills that you like.

All you have to do is show up for the battle, but we do want you to role play during this event. (which shouldent be to hard, It's a battle my friends so there wont be much of conversation going on for you who feel vocabulary challenged)


Fighting will be on foot.
Do not use any magical items.
Dont bring anything you cant afford to loose.
No whining will be tolerated we're doing this for fun.

What I will need is your name and what times that would work for you.

I cant promise you victory but I can promise you blood, carnage and a good time.


More things will be added at a later time.