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About this blog

My playgroup has recently started playing games using the Hinterlands rules set. I will be posting pictures of of my warband (including wip pictures) and pictures of my battles. I will also be probably be posting pictures of my opponents models, as they are also part of the story. I am not the best painter or modeler, but i try.

More importantly this is also where I will be posting the story of my warband. I wrote a Backstory, but each "chapter" of the story past the background will be written to represent the things that have happened in the games. I will also try to post pictures of the games that go with each story (as long as i don't get too wrapped up to remember to take pictures.

Hopefully anybody that comes across this will enjoy it.   Please feel free to comment.

A Thank you to my amazing girlfriend Rose, who helps me edit my posts, and keeps me from sounding repetitive of stupid. 

Shoutout to Bottle, Who created hinterlands.

 

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Some of the Warbands we will be Seeing.

The Following Pictures are current pictures of the warbands you will see in my stories. Most are currently WIPs and the pictures will be updated as they are painted. The "Lost Souls of Sigmar," the protaganists of our story are the creations of myself, Mrmattywoodz. The Ironjawz known as "The Dicks of Gork (or possibly Mork)" were painted by my brother Chopstick15. The beautifully painted Fyreslayers "The Berserker-gang of Ersatz Eightfold, the Runefather of karak long lost," are owned and painted by Tyromancer.  "Snicket's Clawpack," are owned and painted by Kyle261.

Mrmattywoodz

Mrmattywoodz

 

The Quest to Leave Ulgu (Chapter 1, Game 1)

The Quest to Leave Ulgu   The five warriors wandered aimlessly. Finding a Realmgate through the mist and shadows of Ulgu was no easy task. Although the Stormcast Eternals are magically imbued with a fraction of Sigmar’s power, the strength of these five lost souls was declining by the day.   Tibalt, one of the three Liberators that had joined Valirius, was anxious about being lost in the realm of Shadows, and he secretly hoped that this anxiety was well hidden from his brothers. Courage and strength in the face of adversity was a defining element of belonging to the Hammers of Sigmar, and he knew that any show of cowardice or weakness would be met with disdain. The further they traveled, however, the uneasier he felt, as the weight of his new-found vulnerability compounded with his memories of this place. As a child, before becoming a Stormcast Eternal, he was told many Stories of devils and monsters that hid in the mist, and in his mind, he felt as if the very mist around him was alive.   Feeling as close to defeat as they have ever before, the warriors prayed to Sigmar for aid. During their prayers, the wind blew and swirled around them, and for a fraction of a second, it formed what seemed to be  an outline of a person, before turning into a cloud and blowing north. To the five warriors, this seemed to have been the God King answering their prayers.   As the Warriors followed the mist, they could see a Realmgate on the distant horizon. As they approached, they found it lifeless. Despite their many attempts to open the gate using their combined knowledge and experience, it remained closed to them. As they searched for a way to coerce the Realmgate into operation, the warriors heard a thunderous bellow behind them.   “WAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!”   The battlecry of an Orruk Warboss was unmistakable and the warriors felt a renewed sense of purpose burst into their flesh and fill their armour. A band of Greenskins, large and heavily armored, roared towards the Stormcast like a river bursting out of a broken dam. Behind them trailed a single Grot, with a crude bow in hand.   The battle was short and brutal, as the Stormcast were caught off guard, outnumbered, and their lost connection to Sigmar left them weaker by each moment. Hammers and choppas clashed, the grunts and war-cries of the warriors and Orruks rang off the Realmgate and echoed through the mist. The Judicator Elric was ripped in half by the claws of the mighty Orruk Warboss Grogstick, who “waaghed” in triumph at the Stormcast’s death, offering the Judicator Elric’s head as tribute to Gork and Mork. The Remaining four Stormcast retreated from the battle, as the disembowelment and decapitation of their brother reminded them they were no longer guaranteed a rebirth in Azyr.   As the four remaining Stormcast stopped to regroup far from their most recent battle and the closed Realmgate, the mist once again swirled around the warrior brothers. They watched as the mist seemed to come alive, weaving an unnatural path about them, caressing their gold armor and leaving dew in its wake. As they watched, it slowly took shape and formed into an Aelf. Tibalt recalled in his mind legends of a mistweaver from Ulgu, and was positive this was her. This was Lyanna of the Shadows…….  

Mrmattywoodz

Mrmattywoodz

 

Pictures

here is a WIP of my Counts as executioner. She is Known as "The Devil of Ulgu." and will be showing up later in the story (she shows up in chapter 3, which is the third game of the story. the game was played but i havent written anything out yet).

Mrmattywoodz

Mrmattywoodz

 

The Story Begins (Prologue)

Prologue   As Valirius Stronghammer fell, blighted-sword skewered through his chest, he had no fear. The blue lightning crackling from his brother’s weapons arcing across the Realm of Shadows was a grim reminder of his purpose; to be reborn a third time, a Weapon of the God King. As his eyes closed, his final act of this life would be to lash out with his mighty hammer, reducing the beast that had slain him to nothing more than a pile of ash. “For Sigmar!” Valirius bellowed, as his head hit the dirt. He knew his soul was on its way to Azyr to be reborn. He was on his way home.   The Awakening   Although his eyes were still closed, Valirius could feel himself gaining consciousness. He had been through the reforging process before, but this time it felt different. He felt the chill of the Sigmarite armor against his awakening flesh. As he regained his senses, he once again felt the burn of the Plaguebearer’s corrupt blade, and a seed of panic began to grow in the pit of his empty stomach. With growing trepidation, he opened his eyes and looked around in shock. There were no bright skies or heavenly sounds of Azyr. Instead, he found only the Shadows and Mists of Ulgu, the realm where he had been slain.   Alarmed and disoriented, Valirius stood, searching for any sign of his Retributor brothers. Surveying the  somber battlefield, defiled by Nurgle’s rot, he saw no signs of the rest of his chamber. A few sets of Sigmarite armor were scattered across the landscape, but they were all empty husks, Stormcast Eternals that wore the armor had been brought back to the Heavens, just as they should.   Movement caught the Retributor’s eye; he turned his head to see four sets of armor standing up. He raced over to find four more Stormcast, just as disoriented as he. Why had they not been Returned to Azyr after death? No longer feeling the presence of the God King, the quintet knew what they must do next: seek out a Realmgate.  

Mrmattywoodz

Mrmattywoodz

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