Post your best own faction

[Kosmion]

Whats your own, made up faction/s, and what are their features? If you are a complete nerd (like me) then im sure youve made something up over the years.

An orc warband specialized on 'ead butting, or an elven host obsessed with the fine arts of arcane magic? Whatever your mind has created, post it here!

 

My contribution is the skaven clan Strix. Like an offshoot of clan skryre, so heavily focused on technology and wacky machines. Led by the fearsome Schkii Blackclaw, they are on the rise in the mortal realms.  

[BunkhouseBuster]

Da Crimson Crushas, led by the Megabss Blurrog of Da Blue-gits Orruks, is an Ironjawz-lead force of Destruction that sometimes builds things.

But wait!  You might be thinking "why are Destruction forces building things?"  And the answer to that is simple: to later destroy them!  Blurrog had a vision of a Destruction victory: a lone, giant Orruk standing amidst an endless expanse of nothing.  Nothing to fight, nothing to eat, nothing to do, just complete boredom and loneliness.  Knowing he is the biggest and bestest Megaboss across Da Realmz, he knew that this would be him if he continued to destroy everything he could.  As such, Blurrog makes sure to keep some measure of civilization in the Realms, and fights only the biggest and baddest enemies around, and helps protect smaller civilizations from being crushed.  In his years as Megaboss, he has had Da Crimson Crushas help protect nearly a dozen smaller factions made up of various human, duardin, and aelf alliances (and even protecting various Chaos and Death settlements on occasion), and over the years, has then lead his boyz to tear down a few of them as they got to be a big enough faction to be a fair fight.

And so, tales have spread of this force of Destruction that helps the underdogs, appearing to aid a besieged settlement, attack giant monsters, and not just come to crush everything.  The bards speak of a blue-skinned Orruk tribe who just might help you build your walls instead of tearing them down.

Blurrog has also been known to use the warcry "One Fist, Two Fist, Red Fist, Blue Fist!" (in reference to his respective armor and skin color) before promptly calling for his Waaagh! to begin the charge.

[Bueno]

My counts as Khorne Bloodbound army are basically a wolf worshipping barbarian tribe from Ghur. I wrote some fluff and made my own battletome to match the theme of my army:

 

Start of the Age of Chaos...

 

War. It was something that Arf Ulricson had never thought to see in his life time. For time unremembered his people had lived a peaceful existence in the shadow of the looming Mount Fauschlang. His father had once told him a story of battle with the ferocious Greenskins that littered the plains of Ghur, but it had been a lifetime since they ventured this far north and braved the Everwinter. His people had lived uneventful lives, hunting the wild beasts of the mount and quietly giving praise to Ulric, ruler of winter, the wolf God.

Now war had come and the wolf clan would put their skills as hunters and beast masters to a new purpose, helping their God’s ancient ally, Sigmar. It was said that Ulric and Sigmar had been warrior kin in some long, now all but forgotten pantheon of Gods and whilst the worship of Ulric had seemingly been reduced to their single clan, Sigmar had a great following throughout every realm and was said even to work among the people still. Arf had never in his lifetime heard the voice of his god Ulric but he was confident in this, Ulric would have his people aid Sigmar in this war against the usurper Gods.

 

Centuries Pass...

 

Betrayal. Even now, after days had passed Rein Ulricson seethed with anger. He sat in his hut deep in contemplation, going over and over what he had been unable to comprehend how his people had been so utterly betrayed.

The Clan had made war against the chaos followers for as long as anyone still living could remember it was said there had once been a time of peace where his clan were mighty hunters and made great sport of the beasts of the mountains praising Ulric, but those days had gone with the summons of Sigmar. He had stirred the Wolf Clan to war in his name as the “ally” of the White Wolf.

They had fought at the last stand of the Wolf Gate, in the very of the shadows cast by Mount Fauschlang . Their resolve determined not to allow the Warbands of men that had faltered and turned to the Chaos Gods to reach the portal that would lead them directly Sigmar’s realm, Azyr. They waited for help to come from, for the Wolf Gate’s gaping maw to poor forth the armies of the heavens to crush the oncoming horde. They waited and they bled. They bled and died until the snow littered ground ran red. Sigmar, the so called God King had turned his back on them, on all the Realms. Their blood had been good enough to flow alongside him but not to be saved by his might even as they fought to keep his kingdom from intrusion.

Rein had no choice, he had had to surrender, with fully three quarters of his warriors dead or dying, outnumbered one hundred to one even the mighty Warriors of the Wolf, as they had become known, stood no chance. To surrender was not the way of the wolf, but as the headsmen he had a duty to protect his clan and ensure the survival of his pack.

Truth be told even in surrendering he had expected little mercy, but the Warbands they fought carried banners of feather and wing rather than the skull totems the blood warriors branded, and that meant there was  a chance, no matter how slim his clan may live to see another moon.

Even from the bird worshippers Rein had not expected to be treated as they were, his warriors confined but unharmed whilst he himself was presented to their chieftain as a Clan leader of regard rather than as a mere captive.

He had been taken aback to witness the chieftain for the first time, a giant of man resplendent in a cloak of pure white feathers, the snow seemed to fall around him as if somehow repelled from touching his form. Brilliant sapphire eyes stared out from his lean features capturing the gaze of all in attendance.There was something avian in his movements, smooth and graceful but not quite normal for a mortal man. Those eyes reminded Rein of an  experience he had had many years ago during the proving ceremony that marked him as the next Ulricson, leader of the clan. As part of the ritual ceremony he was to imbibe the smoke of the Lupus flower, a rare plant known only to grow at the very highest peak of Mount Fauschlang, somehow sprouting among the heavy snowfall. The flowers fumes were said to allow you to speak with Ulric himself and receive his wisdom to guide the clan through the Everwinter. He himself had not heard Ulric, but had seen the White Wolf. He had looked down from the snow covered peaks and seen its majectic form stalking through the mountains valleys after some unseen prey. Then abruptly it stopped and looked up directly towards Rein. It had let out a ghostly howl that Rein may have taken as a warnin, though he could not fathom of what, and started bounding up the mountain slopes. As it ran the snow fall got heavier and heavier. Then the snow that came down started to turn red as it mixed with tears of blood falling from the heavens. By the time the wolf had reached its immaculate white coat had turned a blood red and it stared directly into his eyes piercing his very soul before it lunged to rip out his throat. He had awoken in terror and confusion, but never had he confided this terrible vision to anyone as it was forbidden to share what Ulric had deigned to show his Ulircson.

Now as he stared into the eyes of the Bird gods Chieftain he felt that same penetration of his very being and in the same form of vision was shown the history of a long forgotten in a realm unknown beyond his fathom.

He saw the “God King” Sigmar, but not as a God , just a man, no not “just” a man but a devout mortal follower of Ulric. Sigmar had been but one of many chieftains but called on the power of the Wolf God to unite all the clans in his name in a bid to secure mans place in the Realm, or at least that is the purpose he had feigned. Once he had brought all the kingdoms of men under his rule he still sought for more. He usurped the power of Ulric and took his place on the ancient pantheon, leaving Ulric's noble followers little more than a shield for his foes to break on whilst the rest of his realm prospered. He had been no brother to Ulric as Rein had been brought up to believe in his clans long years of war; he had used the White Wolf to gain his own power and then left mighty Ulric to be forgotten, much as he had forgotten Rein’s clan in his haste to cower in Azyr.

Rein had been left reeling. A myriad of questions and emotions about to explode from his skull as he digested the history of a world in a matter of moments. He was forced to regain control quickly as  the great Chieftain had not kept Rein and his people alive simply to unveil this betrayal as a final insult before death; he had meant this as an offer for salvation. An aspect of his God remained alive, Kharnath, the Bloodwolf, Wolf-Father was among the pantheon of new gods that had come to challenge Sigmar now as he basked in the adoration of his stolen followers.

With this knowledge imparted and the Wolf Gate evidently cut off from Azyr and the betrayer god, the great chieftain of the bird God and his warriors left the shadow of the mountain and the Wolf Clan without further conflict or compassion.

As Rein sat brooding alone, staring into the fire, he knew what must be done. His clan would grow to be great again, they would tame the beats of the mountain and hone their blades in the name of the Bloodwolf. Biding their time until once again the Wolf Gate opens and the betrayer makes his false claim of the realms. They would be waiting for him, teeth and claw...

 

[bsharitt]

Not, so much as a faction, but the "old" Dwarfs that fight along side my Kharadron Overlords. Despite what their warscrolls may say, these Duardin aren't Dispossed, they are citizens of the the Kharadron Skyports. But where most Khardron have done away with reverence of ancestors and the gods in favor of the code, these ones hold on to their heritage. They're kind of like (American) Civil War re-enactors, except they actually go with the army and fight real battles. They are a curiosity in their skyport, but also capable warriors and thus are tolerated as long as they do the fightin' they're paid to do.

[Kosmion]

On 2017-06-23 at 4:39 PM, Bueno said:

My counts as Khorne Bloodbound army are basically a wolf worshipping barbarian tribe from Ghur. I wrote some fluff and made my own battletome to match the theme of my army:

 

Start of the Age of Chaos...

 

War. It was something that Arf Ulricson had never thought to see in his life time. For time unremembered his people had lived a peaceful existence in the shadow of the looming Mount Fauschlang. His father had once told him a story of battle with the ferocious Greenskins that littered the plains of Ghur, but it had been a lifetime since they ventured this far north and braved the Everwinter. His people had lived uneventful lives, hunting the wild beasts of the mount and quietly giving praise to Ulric, ruler of winter, the wolf God.

Now war had come and the wolf clan would put their skills as hunters and beast masters to a new purpose, helping their God’s ancient ally, Sigmar. It was said that Ulric and Sigmar had been warrior kin in some long, now all but forgotten pantheon of Gods and whilst the worship of Ulric had seemingly been reduced to their single clan, Sigmar had a great following throughout every realm and was said even to work among the people still. Arf had never in his lifetime heard the voice of his god Ulric but he was confident in this, Ulric would have his people aid Sigmar in this war against the usurper Gods.

 

Centuries Pass...

 

Betrayal. Even now, after days had passed Rein Ulricson seethed with anger. He sat in his hut deep in contemplation, going over and over what he had been unable to comprehend how his people had been so utterly betrayed.

The Clan had made war against the chaos followers for as long as anyone still living could remember it was said there had once been a time of peace where his clan were mighty hunters and made great sport of the beasts of the mountains praising Ulric, but those days had gone with the summons of Sigmar. He had stirred the Wolf Clan to war in his name as the “ally” of the White Wolf.

They had fought at the last stand of the Wolf Gate, in the very of the shadows cast by Mount Fauschlang . Their resolve determined not to allow the Warbands of men that had faltered and turned to the Chaos Gods to reach the portal that would lead them directly Sigmar’s realm, Azyr. They waited for help to come from, for the Wolf Gate’s gaping maw to poor forth the armies of the heavens to crush the oncoming horde. They waited and they bled. They bled and died until the snow littered ground ran red. Sigmar, the so called God King had turned his back on them, on all the Realms. Their blood had been good enough to flow alongside him but not to be saved by his might even as they fought to keep his kingdom from intrusion.

Rein had no choice, he had had to surrender, with fully three quarters of his warriors dead or dying, outnumbered one hundred to one even the mighty Warriors of the Wolf, as they had become known, stood no chance. To surrender was not the way of the wolf, but as the headsmen he had a duty to protect his clan and ensure the survival of his pack.

Truth be told even in surrendering he had expected little mercy, but the Warbands they fought carried banners of feather and wing rather than the skull totems the blood warriors branded, and that meant there was  a chance, no matter how slim his clan may live to see another moon.

Even from the bird worshippers Rein had not expected to be treated as they were, his warriors confined but unharmed whilst he himself was presented to their chieftain as a Clan leader of regard rather than as a mere captive.

He had been taken aback to witness the chieftain for the first time, a giant of man resplendent in a cloak of pure white feathers, the snow seemed to fall around him as if somehow repelled from touching his form. Brilliant sapphire eyes stared out from his lean features capturing the gaze of all in attendance.There was something avian in his movements, smooth and graceful but not quite normal for a mortal man. Those eyes reminded Rein of an  experience he had had many years ago during the proving ceremony that marked him as the next Ulricson, leader of the clan. As part of the ritual ceremony he was to imbibe the smoke of the Lupus flower, a rare plant known only to grow at the very highest peak of Mount Fauschlang, somehow sprouting among the heavy snowfall. The flowers fumes were said to allow you to speak with Ulric himself and receive his wisdom to guide the clan through the Everwinter. He himself had not heard Ulric, but had seen the White Wolf. He had looked down from the snow covered peaks and seen its majectic form stalking through the mountains valleys after some unseen prey. Then abruptly it stopped and looked up directly towards Rein. It had let out a ghostly howl that Rein may have taken as a warnin, though he could not fathom of what, and started bounding up the mountain slopes. As it ran the snow fall got heavier and heavier. Then the snow that came down started to turn red as it mixed with tears of blood falling from the heavens. By the time the wolf had reached its immaculate white coat had turned a blood red and it stared directly into his eyes piercing his very soul before it lunged to rip out his throat. He had awoken in terror and confusion, but never had he confided this terrible vision to anyone as it was forbidden to share what Ulric had deigned to show his Ulircson.

Now as he stared into the eyes of the Bird gods Chieftain he felt that same penetration of his very being and in the same form of vision was shown the history of a long forgotten in a realm unknown beyond his fathom.

He saw the “God King” Sigmar, but not as a God , just a man, no not “just” a man but a devout mortal follower of Ulric. Sigmar had been but one of many chieftains but called on the power of the Wolf God to unite all the clans in his name in a bid to secure mans place in the Realm, or at least that is the purpose he had feigned. Once he had brought all the kingdoms of men under his rule he still sought for more. He usurped the power of Ulric and took his place on the ancient pantheon, leaving Ulric's noble followers little more than a shield for his foes to break on whilst the rest of his realm prospered. He had been no brother to Ulric as Rein had been brought up to believe in his clans long years of war; he had used the White Wolf to gain his own power and then left mighty Ulric to be forgotten, much as he had forgotten Rein’s clan in his haste to cower in Azyr.

Rein had been left reeling. A myriad of questions and emotions about to explode from his skull as he digested the history of a world in a matter of moments. He was forced to regain control quickly as  the great Chieftain had not kept Rein and his people alive simply to unveil this betrayal as a final insult before death; he had meant this as an offer for salvation. An aspect of his God remained alive, Kharnath, the Bloodwolf, Wolf-Father was among the pantheon of new gods that had come to challenge Sigmar now as he basked in the adoration of his stolen followers.

With this knowledge imparted and the Wolf Gate evidently cut off from Azyr and the betrayer god, the great chieftain of the bird God and his warriors left the shadow of the mountain and the Wolf Clan without further conflict or compassion.

As Rein sat brooding alone, staring into the fire, he knew what must be done. His clan would grow to be great again, they would tame the beats of the mountain and hone their blades in the name of the Bloodwolf. Biding their time until once again the Wolf Gate opens and the betrayer makes his false claim of the realms. They would be waiting for him, teeth and claw...

 

Just wow! That looks official

[Sete]

I was tempted once to do a Dark Elf Necromancer with a dark elven elite as bodyguards and a horde of skellies as army.

Or a Vampire Lord with a Human army because skeletons are poor company.

[Liath]

@Bueno that's mad - I love the colour scheme, fluff, and am blown away by the battletome - how did you make it and get it printed!?

 

As for myself, I've had the idea of skinwalkers in my mind for a while. Something which could transform from man to a bear/wolf/raven, with very native american feel. Magic which works around the weather by reducing/increasing ranges as different weather comes into effect. I've never developed it though...

[chord]

On ‎6‎/‎23‎/‎2017 at 10:39 AM, Bueno said:

My counts as Khorne Bloodbound army are basically a wolf worshipping barbarian tribe from Ghur. I wrote some fluff and made my own battletome to match the theme of my army:

 

 

Times like this I wish I could click that like button 100x!

[KevenM]

On 6/23/2017 at 10:39 AM, Bueno said:

My counts as Khorne Bloodbound army are basically a wolf worshipping barbarian tribe from Ghur. I wrote some fluff and made my own battletome to match the theme of my army:

You sir have won this thread. I hope your local gaming group let's you use this...

[Bueno]

10 hours ago, KevenM said:

You sir have won this thread. I hope your local gaming group let's you use this...

Rules wise i actually used the new Blades of Khorne battletome so that i'd be able to use it at events.

 

21 hours ago, Liath said:

@Bueno that's mad - I love the colour scheme, fluff, and am blown away by the battletome - how did you make it and get it printed!?

 

As for myself, I've had the idea of skinwalkers in my mind for a while. Something which could transform from man to a bear/wolf/raven, with very native american feel. Magic which works around the weather by reducing/increasing ranges as different weather comes into effect. I've never developed it though...

love this idea, originally i was planning on making a larger battletome with several different barbarian tribes with different totems and from different realms ( the idea being to use different chaos marks/units for thier rules), i mocked up a couple of testers, but in the end it was more work than i had time for.

 

I used www.heromachine.com to mock up some artwork for it, but thats as far as i got.

Bird Tribe

Bear

Lion

 

Viper

 

 

Death

[Thundercake]

@bueno jesus man, "only got this far".
lulz, its great.

 

did you use heromachine 2 or 3?

[Liath]

@Bueno how did you make the book itself?

[Bueno]

i made the book using GIMP photo editor and microsoft publisher, then exported all the pages as seperate jpegs and had a photobook printed by photobox.co.uk

 

[Elmir]

I would redesign the death corpse walkers range to become techno-arcane scientists (ala Frankenstein).

-I'd have a bunch of deranged scientists with an unhealthy obsession with death (but no real magical abilities) using experimental weapons (like lightning, poison or radiation based stuff) in combination with a lot of "freshly dead zombies". 

-A box set with zombies carrying radioactive stones on their backs to drag down the enemy... Or having lighting arcs on their backs to conduct lightning when you fire at units engaged with them (making the firepower even stronger). 

-Big flesh golems lumbering around with giant buzz-saws to cut down infantry.

-Outlandish warmachines with a bunch of generators/cannons. 

-zombie bears!