HobbyHammer Posted February 20, 2018 Share Posted February 20, 2018 Good Morning Guys! If you attended RoE18 and wish to share you story of your army at the event. Please post below, cant wait to read them all! You guys made the event amazing and the outcome was exactly as we hoped for. Sean and Kye Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ollie Grimwood Posted February 20, 2018 Share Posted February 20, 2018 It may take a little while but be assured I will be posting my saga of the event Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alexley0910 Posted February 20, 2018 Share Posted February 20, 2018 Me too, I will share shortly! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Barwick Posted February 21, 2018 Share Posted February 21, 2018 Coverage of my first game! https://ageofbarwick.blogspot.co.uk/2018/02/rise-of-empires-2018-colarcanium-game-1.html Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ollie Grimwood Posted April 22, 2018 Share Posted April 22, 2018 With little fanfare Waaagh Olrog departed it’s fastness atop the Great Green Torc. Secured in the siege howdah on the back of the Realmbeast the journey to Colarcanium began. Almost immediately they found themselves under attack from Beastmen. Driven by the mistaken assumption their Lord Mojgorox was the captive of Olrog. Waves of Gor were ground to paste by Brutes as they attempted to breach the stronghold. Using the carnage as cover the Beastlord Krax comes within a hair’s breath of Olrog himself. As it becomes clear the Orruks aren’t in possession of the Gods’ Jester, Krax shoulders his axe and slips into the night with the remainder of the badly mauled brayherd. The Realmbeast continues on its ponderous journey. More foes arrive. A group of Seraphon drawn by the magical energies of the Waaagh try to infiltrate the Stronghold. Driven by intellect millennia old the lizardmen tactics are cunning in the extreme. Saurus Warriors and knights sell their lives on the choppas of the boys in an effort to allow a raiding party to breach the fortress from the Great Green Torc itself. Cold blooded logic proves inadequate in the face of Greenskin savagery and the Seraphon are put to flight. ******** Olrog snarled as the Seraphon fled back towards the city. “No better than Aelves runnin from a fight”. With a nod of his head the nearest boys broke into a run following Olrog in a headlong pursuit of the fleeing Seraphon. The Warboss had seen an opening if he could beat the Lizard men back to the walls he could force entry though the open gate. A group of Skinks rose up. A rain of javelins pattered off Brute armour like rain before the dimunative lizardmen we’re smashed apart by the gigantic Orruks. Olrog cursed loudly the Smooth skinned reptiles had distracted the Brutes and the main body of Seraphon were nearly at the gate. He gestured towards them with his dragon bone hacka. “Oi Pig Boys. Get a shift on and stomp em” he bellowed to the pair of Gore Gruntas who accompanies his force. Needing little encouragement the Ironjawz cavalry kicked their steeds and barrelled forwards whooping at the prospect of carnage. A shrill cry rent the air and out of the sky swooped a pair of giant reptilian birds. The Gore Brutes swung in vain at the fast moving flyers. Effortlessly rolling away from the blows the winged lizards tore into the mounted Orruks. The effect was that of a meat mincer and both Orruk and Boar were shredded by the frenzied Seraphon. “Impressive” Grunted Olrog as he and the remaining boys careered after the fleeing Seraphon. He snarled in frustration as they out paced his heavily armoured followers and the heavy gate slammed shut in his face. They’d need to find another way to get the bulk of the Waaagh inside the city. Stepping back cursing Olrog scanned the wall expecting to see them lined with lizardmen ready to repel attackers. They were empty. The cowardly cold bloods had continued to flee leaving the defences abandoned. Punching his claws into the ancient brickwork Olrog hauled himself to the battlements. From his vantage he could see the Wizards Tower, surely that was the refuge of the oomie wierdboy. He waved up the remainder of his pursuing force. The rest of the Waaagh would have to wait he had enough boys with him to stomp that git. ******** “Cut it out berk” snarled Olrog as he dragged a Brute away from a cowering group of humans. They were no threat just a group of worthless noncombatants. Not that smashing them would have normally bothered Olrog but they were too close to his quarry to get distracted. Waaagh energy was flooding into the area and not making it easy to control the normally focused Brutes who formed Olrog’s Huscarls. Olrog could feel it building like a thunderhead over the City. It’s greatest concentration was over the Wizard’s fastness, it could be no coincidence. Bursting from the urban sprawl surrounding the tower Olrog and his raiding party were greeted by the stench of stale blood, brimstone and scorched bone. A great mass of Khornate Bloodbound boiled around the tower in a blood soaked mass. The Waaagh thunderhead broke and with a ear shattering War cry the Orruks charged. Driven near insane by the Waaagh storm the maddened blood fury of the Boys outmatched even the the worshippers of the Blood god. Gore Gruntas screamed laughing was they smashed Bloodletters to pieces even as they were dragged down by the innumerable Daemons. Brutes threw down their weapons and tore Bloodreavers apart with their claws. Wet meat struck Olrog in the side of his face. Shaken from his Waaagh rage Olrog turned to see a headless corpse of a Brutes slump to the ground. Another wave of Waaagh energy struck Olrog driving him to his knees. He screamed in anguish and frustration the energy was too much for the boys and they’d entered a death frenzy that would only end when with the Waaagh storm or their deaths. Olrog was unsure which would come first. The followers of the Blood god has been well beaten but more boys were falling to the energy their heads detonating in fountains of gore. Olrog snarled in fury. The wizard was in his grasp and the great Waaagh was going to stop him achieving his prize. For the first time since his ascension his faith faultered. Had Gorkamorka abandoned him? No, realisation dawned he was being tested, he must control this power. Bracing himself as if battling a hurricane Olrog faced down the Waaagh storm. Screaming in agony Olrog drew the energy into himself. The iron of his wargear began to glow with heat searing his flesh. Green energy shone from his eyes and mouth. Around the Prophet the battle continued to rage. Made mighty beyond their already considerable abilities the Ironjawz who followed Olrog tore the Bloodbound to pieces more Orruks fell burst apart by the Waaagh energy than to the Khornate Axes. Olrog sank to his knees panting like an exhausted dog. A grimace crosses his face as the Waaagh storm subsided drawn in on himself. The power nestled in the pit of his stomach a seething ball of energy tamed by his bestial will. His force was exhausted, spent in the brutal conflict. Only a handful of his raiding party remained and they were barely able stand let alone storm the Wizard’s fortress. He need reinforcement and he needed the Realmbeast. Signalling his remaining warriors Olrog stomped away back through the city towards the bulk of his Waaagh. ************ The journey back to the Northern wall was fraught with danger. Bands of invaders and defenders roamed the batter ruins of the city. Guided by divine purpose Olrog cut a path with ease. When drawn in battle by yet more Lizardmen has easily able to push aside those that opposed him. ************ Atop the swaying Realmbeast Snikrod nudged Blog, “Over there” he said pointing at the mighty city walls “the boss is back” Squinting into the distance Bolg grunted in agreement “Gud, now we can get stuck in” After a short wait a grunting Prophet of the Waaagh hauled himself into the fort atop the Realmbeast’s back. His lieutenants waited in silent anticipation. “I found him” uttered the Warboss The Megaboss and Hunter nodded grimly, sensibly neither mentioned that the Warboss obviously hadn’t yet vanquished his nemesis. “It’s gonna take all the boys. We’ll take the Beast smash through the city and drag him out of is tower” With a lurch the Realmbeast lumbered towards the high city walls. A hand tapped Olrog on the shoulder, “ Boss we’re being followed by the stinking spiky gits” Olrog spat as he span round to see the pursuing forces of the plague god. The forces of chaos were just as keen as those of order to stop him achieving his vengeance. “Drop the ramp” he bellowed preparing to send his Waaagh to squash the putrid Daemons. Impetuous as ever Bolg barrelled along the siege ramp before diving off the end, Boss choppa held two-handed over his head. Plummeting a full 30 feet the Megaboss took on the aspect of a meteor crashing into a gigantic Great Unclean One. Missing his strike the Megaboss’ bulk smashed into the Daemon before rebounding off in a tangle of iron and limbs. Shaking his head in exasperation Olrog gestured to Snikrod who goaded the Realmbeast. The mighty monster reared up smashing its feet into the ground. The earth rippled like water tossing Daemons to the ground and crushed them in the dirt. A flight of Blightdrones assailed a mob of Brutes on the ramparts. Muscular Brutes were reduced to pools of rotting goo by the diseased poison stingers of the giant Daemonic flies. Olrog blasted them with a burst of Waaagh energy before a group of pole armed Brutes dissected the Daemons. Their long weapons allowing them to pick their foes out of the air. “Finish em” ordered the Warboss “and someone pick up Bolg” the Brutes leapt from the ramparts in a more controlled emulation of the Megaboss. The Badly mauled Plague Daemons did not last long. The Greater Daemon was the last to fall a Brutes Boss finishing what Bolg had started with mighty swing of his smasha. With a rush of wings an Aelf leapt form the back of a giant eagle onto the rampart near Olrog. He took up a fighting stance but the Aelf dropped to a knee before him. “Mighty Warlord, on behalf of my masters I crave an audience” “Where are they?” Questioned Olrog “Who, oh mighty destroyer” “Your masters, the other pansies” The Aelf winced at the use of the Orruk name for his race, “They are embattled a quarter league west of our location. I bring dire tidings for both our......” with a wet crack Olrog shattered the Aelf’s skull with a single blow from his meat palm. “Dying one who tells you where to find is mates, hurr hurr hurr” Olrog chuckled to himself as he wiped the gore from his hand on the furred cloak of a Bonesplitter. He braced himself against the wood palisade of the fort as the Realmbeast dipped its head smashing its way through the walls of Colarcanium. Waaagh Olrog poured through into the city all would flee or die. ************ Out of the swirling smoke that swathed the battered city loomed the fortified tower of Atur Sigi. Part fortification part magical laboratory, a mix of solid architecture and magical impossibility. Olrog spat over the battlements of his fortress the time had come. Arrayed ahead of the Realmbeast were the Bonesplitterz of Waaagh Olrog. Lighter and faster than the Ironjawz element they would be the first to assault the tower. With them lumbered the Stoneboy. Painstakingly rebuild after the battle that secured the Realmbeast the might avatar of Gorkamorka’s strength would be needed to bring down the tower. A sewer stench assailed Olrog’s senses. A tide of fetid Ratmen scuttled into view. They appeared to be fleeing, which although not surprising given the nature of Skaven was problematic as they would attack any in their way. Waaagh Olrog was in their way. The Bonesplitter vanguard reacted the only way they knew how, with a screamed warcry they barrelled into the on rushing Skaven. Stunted humanoid rats were hacked down with ease. Giant Skaven taller than a Megaboss stomped foward and aimed arms ending with a multitude of pipes at the Savage Orruks. With the sound of a 100 sheets of cloth being torn and a gout of flame a hail of lead and warpstone tore apart the frenzied Orruks. A few stunned survivors stumbled from the smoke and mist of gore that had once been their comrades. A sickle like blade cut through reality itself and a creature part Grot, part fungi stepped through time and space onto the battlefield. The Harbinger waved an arm, a multitude of tiny orifices opened across the fungiod areas of its physique. A cloud of glowing green spores seethed out from him. All it touched, Greenskin of Skaven collapsed mutating into a colony of mushroom, toadstools and other fungi. Sniggering a high pitched giggle the Harbinger turned and stepped back through reality and was gone. The Stoneboy strode up to the tower and beat against it with its massive fists. Great chunks of the building were torn apart but still it held. The bulk of Waaagh Olrog arrived swinging down to engage the Ratmen who how stood between them and their prize. Snikrod led his Ard Boys on a flanking move his hunter’s instincts seeking to strike the Skaven force at its weakest. The Earth bulged and it a shower of shattered stone as a Skaven tunnelling machine burst from the ground between the two advancing forces. Waves of corrupting energy pulsed out from it scorching Orruk and Ratman. The armies met and bedlam ruled. Orruks choppers bit into warped flesh butchering stunted Skaven Warriors. Mighty Stormfiends mowed down Orruks with esoteric projectiles or rendered them down to pieces with spinning blades or whirling Grinderfists. The Tower exploded. Before being hacked down by the Bonesplitterz a pair of rat Slaves had hauled a barrel of explosives against it and blow form the Stoneboy had detonated it. Tower, Stoneboy and nearby Stormfiends were torn apart. The wizard’s defences were breached. Olrog was on his knees the foul energies of the Skaven tunneller had left him clinging to life. “Bolg” he croaked pulling the Megaboss close “get the Oomie Weirdboy” Bolg nodded and charged into the wreckage of the tower to locate his Boss’ prize. All else was carnage bodies littered the ground a carpet of the lesser Ratmen interspersed by larger bodies of Orruk Brutes or the occasional Stormfiend. It matter not now, be it the blow of an enemy, foul corrupting energy or a searing energy of explosion both forces were nearly spent. The first tremors racked the bloodstained firmament the land itself rebelling against the punishment it had received. Bolg heaved a broken spar aside revealing a trapdoor to a safe room in the tower’s basement. With a grunt it was tossed aside. Stumbling form the darkness came a soot covered Artur Sigi. On seeing the Megaboss his eyes widened and he began to chant weaving his hands in eldritch patterns the winds of magic coalesced forming a spell of destruction. Thunk “You can cut that out” muttered Bolg as he knocked the Mage unconscious with a swift jab. Hoisting the unconscious wizard across a shoulder Bolg set off at a loping run back to Olrog. The slaughter had attracted dark forces reality blinked and a mighty Bloodthirster ripped its way from the blighted Realm of Chaos. Bellowing like a blood crazed bull it charged at the withdrawing Bolg. Seeing the danger Olrog sent his Gore Gruntas to intercept the greater Daemon. They didn’t even slow it down, without pause it cut them to pieces continuing to close on the Megaboss. Olrog growled he had not come this far to have his vengeance torn from his grasp by some Daemon. He willed his battered form to his feet, gripping his Dragonbone weapon he turned to face the Daemon. Any thoughts of the Skaven were banished, beating the Daemon was all that mattered. “Blog get that Oomie outta the city” he sneered “ I’ll deal with the angry git” Olrog smiled at the onrushing Bloodthirster as the land of the city finally gave up in vast eruptions and screamed “WAAAAAAAAGH” The maelstrom of Waaagh energy he had contained within himself burst forth in an unstoppable torrent. The energy hit not the Bloodthirster but the Realmbeast. The spirit of the Waaagh filled it, Its head swung round and it’s eyes focused on the Blood red Daemon. The Realmbeast strode over Olrog unceremoniously grinding the Daemon to paste under a massive foot. Snikrod and his Ard Boys emerged from the shattered remains of the landscape “Boss how did you...?” “Cos I’m Olrog Ironead” interrupted Olrog “Now get our ride under control we’re gonna need it to get out of here” before leaning heavily against an Ard Boy. ************ The Relambeast smashed its way clear of the seismically altered wreckage of city. Bolg stopped and turn to face the titanic animal dropping his burden to the floor. Olrog slid down the flank of the living fortress and limped over towards his lieutenant. The Megaboss dragged the prostrate human to its knees before slapping him awake. The mage whimpered pathetically as his nemesis approached. Olrog reached out grabbing the Mage about the throat and hauled him close. Without warning a deluge of Waaagh flowed through the Mage into Olrog. Atur Sigi screamed and Olrog blacked out. Blinking his eyes open Olrog found himself lying on his back. He hauled himself to his feet feeling like he was too big for his body. He felt powerful, very powerful, his vitality returned since the beating he had taken in battle. Every sinew of his body pulsed with the vital energy of the Orruks. He was no longer a prophet of the Waaagh he was the Waaagh. Olrog caught Bolg’s eye. His lieutenant was starting to nod in approval as he now looked up at the taller and broader Warboss. “Badkop!” He uttered using the old Orrukish for Olrog’s honourific “Badkop, BADKOP!” The Boys took up the chant. Smiling to himself Olrog Ironead Avatar of the Waaagh turned back to the terrified form of a Artur Sigi. He grabbed the Wizard by the scruff of his neck. “Come ere Oomie I’ve got a use fer you” Artur began to scream again. He would not stop for a long time. The Brayherd attacks Olorg attempts to catch the fleeing Seraphon and force the gates Bolg initiates his diving assault on the Plague Daemons The Realmbeast arrives at Artur Sigi’s tower and the Skaven tunneller bursts from the earth Olrog unleashes the trapped Waaagh energy and the Realmbeast charges the Bloodthirster Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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