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  1. shinros

    The Rumour Thread

    Well...that's interesting. Wow, that's nuts but awesome.
  2. shinros

    The Rumour Thread

    Yeah but you have to remember the map we have is pretty much a small spec of the realm. It's essentially like 40k now, you can make your own continents, make your own cities and countries. The writers can write about the established places and considering the size of the realmsphere they can knock them down without worry.
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    The Rumour Thread

    Problem is that the writers have said the issue with the old world was it's constraints. I actually think the reason why they changed AOS to be more like 40k because it would allow GW to make said cities rise or fall without damaging the setting too much. You also have far more room for "your dudes." Just like 40k. Also topics like that are normal there, I try not to think too much about it. The smartest person in the thread was the guy who said the one who holds the pen will win.
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    Midnight Madness

    I thought to extend this story several times, but I kinda felt it was dragging on for too long. Act 1 Daliliah sat at the table sipping a glass of blood, she drank only because of her foul mood. She could feel Nagash’s displeasure through the wind provided by her open balcony. One of them must of wagged their tongue. She grimaced and sipped, Daliliah suspected that since she hasn’t been destroyed yet she must still be in the Great Necromancer’s good graces. She shuddered as she thought the god, her queen bought her before him one time. That was a memory she sought to forget, but no matter how much blood she drank that single memory was sharp in her mind. Nagash’s piercing purple gaze tore through her dead soul, in but a few seconds he knew everything about her. She then gave a wistful sigh while reflecting on that dreadful memory. Daliliah was happy with being chosen. She hated the politics that surround the soulblighted nobles of Dread Hollow and if she succeeds in Haven perhaps Queen Neferata would offer her the the entire land to rule? Then she could direct the nobles in taking the Kingdom of Crestfall. She snickered to himself “it would be so easy...” She brushed her red dress slightly with her pale fingers. “First I must recover, the White Tyrants are on my trail.” She was about to rise from her seat until her pointed ears shifted due to screeching of bats, a foul stench then began fill her nose. “You dare…” she hissed. She bore her fangs but the visitor walked around the table. They were bald and wore cobbled armour and their pale skin was replete with great muscle. Daliliah was about to dispatch the intruder until she spotted the broken sword. The signet engraved upon the pommel drew her interest, it was the roaring dragon. The rune of the “count” of Dread Hollow, the count renamed his county to honour the Queen of Mysteries who graced him with her blood. She relaxed in the chair and gestured to a wine glass. “Would you like a drink?” she asked of her guest. The brute sat on the chair in front of her, gazing into it’s red disgusting eyes she saw hatred but it was controlled. “I take that as a no?” Daliliah said warmly. The creature opened its mouth and the voice that came out it was a female. “You have some nerve Baroness Daliliah…” Her voice was gravely but it jogged an ancient memory. All were for the bargain of blood but there was one who rejected it. “Countess Alexandra...how long has it been? Three centuries right?” she openly mocked the disgraced countess, she wondered if she submitted to a lesser vampire and was eventually cast aside? It would explain her monstrous state “So what do you want...Countess?” Daliliah made sure to keep derisive tone as she spoke. Alexandra smirked “the Golden God sent me, through the ancient hidden pathways my crusade has come to take this place.” Daliliah didn’t like the sound of crusade or the fact that some unknown god has sent her. She blinked and just for a moment she didn’t see a beast but a regal warrior wearing a glowing plate. Her sword was whole as well and she even had a full set of flowing brown hair. She shook her head dismissing whatever she saw, she focused on the beast in front of her “tell me who is this Golden god?” Daliliah questioned Alexandra, she wanted to know who she served. The beast nodded “The Golden God is Nagash, after you blighted creatures stole my lands and corrupted my husband a great king came to me...offering aid.” At the mention of Nagash and Great King she slowly placed her wine glass on the table, she noticed her hand was trembling. She is my replacement! Nagash has replaced me! That thought repeated again and again within her mind. It wouldn’t stop. The only thing preventing her from losing complete composure was the talk of some great king, the disgraced countess could be lying. “I won’t fall for it, you merely seek to take what is mine. If Nagash wanted to replace me his hammer of justice would fall upon me. As you can see...I am completely fine.” Alexandra gave her a guttural laugh “look at you, Great King Ushoran always has said the children of his sister always try to make themselves more big than they actually are…” That single word passed through her mind. Ushoran, Ushoran, Ushoran. She repeated to herself. Daliliah slowly wiped her mouth gently, she imagined if she was alive she would be sweating at the moment. She couldn’t see a way to harm Alexandra, her forces are in the city. She could have some of them outside at this very moment. She has heard stories of how ghouls can be given wings by their kings and queens. She had to be careful now, Daliliah could see she was in a poor position. “Very well...I will watch. If Nagash has truly sent you then I will stand at the sidelines.” I will also be there to pick up the pieces when you fail. She inwardly smiled. She watched Alexandra rise from her seat and snarl at her “as always choosing the route of cowards. You underestimate the number of my forces in the city, I am Archreagent of the county of Gastinia. When I succeed...I will have my lands back creature. The Golden God promised me that.” When she stated the reward she would receive from Nagash Daliliah shouted at her. “He will not give what you want! You should know better! Dread Hollow will be mine!” The disgraced countess ignored her as she strode to the balcony, again she did not see a beast but the same regal woman she remembered from her past. To her utter horror she watched her jump off the ledge of the balcony and sprout white wings. She flew off into the night. Act 2 Gerhard yawned, that action caused glances from his unit. Sergeant Agatha looked back and frowned “stop yawning we are on a mission.” “Our lord's have essentially stopped all crime. I mean...look around you Agatha.” Gerhard protested. She didn’t do as he asked nor did the rest of his unit. All of them had grim faces. He sighed and raised his hands “sorry.” His sergeant didn’t seem impressed with his apology, she looked forward and continued the patrol. He didn’t understand what they were looking for. He recalled that Lord-Relictor Atticus wanted Haven to feel their presence even at night hence the time they were patrolling. At the moment they were working in the poorest district of the city which should be rife with crime but the gangs sought to cause no trouble. They have been cowed by the Knights Excelsior. Everyone were in their homes, the streets were bare. He sighed and decided to keep his mouth shut, if the Lord-Relictor felt it wasn’t important then he would not have the White Templars patrolling the streets. They walked for about an hour more until the sounds of a screaming slammed into their ears. Agatha pointed at a nearby alleyway. “There! Quickly!” Gerhard cursed, he hoped the fool was ready to spend time in the Black Fortress. Atticus wants anyone who causes a disturbance. They all rushed down the alleyway, as they arrived there was no one there and the screams have stopped as well. Gerhard drew his blade “I think we should be careful.” His Sergeant nodded in agreement “aye, watc-” A black shadow shot down and scooped Agatha up he barely caught the movement. All that was left of her was an echoing scream. The disappearance of their sergeant caused the unit to break down. “Forget this!” one called he ran out of the alleyway as he made a corner screams erupted from his departed comrade. Gerhard trembled his eyes shot to ahead of them. The end of the alleyway was boarded up by wooden planks. Whatever was attacking them they were trapped, his gaze drifted to a member of his unit who was holding an axe. “H-Hey, give me your axe.” “W-What? N-” the shadow assaulted them again and the man he was talking to vanished. All that was left was the axe clattering on the ground. Gerhard didn’t waste any time, he grabbed the axe and charged down the alleyway he threw aside his sword and began hacking at the wooden planks. If he left the alleyway that meant death, if he waited and did nothing the shadow would take him as well. As he worked upon the planks with the weapon screams erupted from behind him, fear tore through his body. I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! I do- he didn’t get to finish as someone tapped him on the shoulder. He stopped hacking at the planks and slowly turned, a great beast with red eyes was looming over him. He opened his mouth to scream but it died as the beast was replaced by a noblewoman. Her eyes were red and blood slightly matted her mouth but all he saw was concern in her eyes. The woman before him was regal and beautiful as well. He dropped the axe, the noblewoman began patting him down. “I hope those heretics haven’t hurt you.” Heretics? W-What is she talking about? The confusion vanished as she smiled at him, he caught the hint of fangs but that strangely didn’t bother him nor the words she said. She exuded an aura of calmness, he was almost lost in that. “The heretics were leading you away in chains, I drew them to this alleyway and took care of them. Are you alright? I tend to get ahead of myself.” Gerhard blinked and instead of a beautiful woman brushing him down it was beast he was about to scream but the monster placed it’s hand on his mouth. It’s foul stench filled his nose, he blinked one more time. The monster was gone, it was the noblewoman covering his mouth and instead of a foul stench a soft perfume brushed against his nose. “Sssh…” she whispered “I know you have be enslaved for some time but if you scream you will draw more heretics towards us.” Gerhard nodded, she removed her hand from his mouth. He wiped it removing the dirt “s-so what now?” he asked. The noblewoman nodded “I have a camp, going by your build you look to be a knight. I require strong warriors to face the heretics.” she offered him her hand. “I won’t force you but in order to be free you have to fight.” Gerhard gulped, he felt a strange pressure on his mind he didn’t know what it was but the need to fight against the heretics consumed his heart. He took her hand and as he did so she pulled him close. “W-What are you doing!?” he almost shouted but her smile set him and ease again. “A bonding ritual, you must be adopted to my household.” She opened her mouth and bit into his neck, the pain was horrific despite seeing flashes of a monster tearing into his neck Gerhard smiled. “F-For the Golden G-God…” he stammered out. He fell slack in his Countess’ arms as his eyes slid close he chided himself for calling her a monster for it was no longer there, he could only see his beautiful ruler. When the darkness finally claimed him he was prepared to fight for her.
  5. I agree, this is disappointing but as long as they don't start releasing battletomes for each stormhost I think I can live with this. I don't want to AOS to fall into the same pit as 40k where imperium is made up of tons of power armour factions.
  6. shinros

    The Rumour Thread

    No, they said on facebook it represents the alliances. It's the same images they use on the AOS website save the chaos picture.
  7. shinros

    AoS 2 - Hosts of Slaanesh Discussion

    Update bondage dude is most likely darkoath.
  8. shinros

    The Rumour Thread

    Yup I think those sort of people are the perfect warriors to face off against slaanesh. Oh yeah and our bondage dude is from the warcry trailer he looks to be darkoath actually.
  9. shinros

    AoS 2 - Hosts of Slaanesh Discussion

    I think the biggest hint is the guy in this picture, the third one. Also as I said in the rumour thread. I think slaanesh will be mixed up in the new AOS expansion, if we look in the top 5 things to look out for this year GW notes new endless spells, slaanesh and the expansion for AOS. I suspect we will get a tease of slaanesh around valentine's day, GW won't miss that. They even used it to reveal Morathi. https://www.warhammer-community.com/2019/01/01/1st-dec-the-top-5-things-to-look-forward-to-in-2019gw-homepage-post-3/
  10. shinros

    The Rumour Thread

    Still I am wondering who is the dude in the banner? The third one, do you think it relates to warcry? Maybe they might hint towards slaanesh then?
  11. shinros

    The Rumour Thread

    I think slaanesh will be mixed up in the new AOS expansion, if we look in the top 5 thing to look out for this year GW notes new endless spells, slaanesh and the expansion. I suspect we will get a tease of slaanesh around valentine's day, GW won't miss that. They even used it to reveal Morathi. https://www.warhammer-community.com/2019/01/01/1st-dec-the-top-5-things-to-look-forward-to-in-2019gw-homepage-post-3/
  12. shinros

    The Rumour Thread

    They are generic grand alliance images, only the chaos one is different. https://ageofsigmar.com/factions/order/
  13. shinros

    Map of Gathilee

    Oh yes I forgot to add as more ruins, cities and realmgates are revealed the map will be updated. Edit:Plus the next story will focus on vampires and ghouls.
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    Map of Gathilee

    Made a map using an awesome tool. Now first is to put the realms in general into context, this is a realm sphere of ashqy and the little circle is the map GW gave us for part of the realm. Now here is the great parch. So now we have context here is the map of Gathilee. (Which is in Chamon to clarify)
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    Aimless

    Act 1 His eyes were drawn into the flames, the purple fires danced in the brazier and all he saw was better times. A time where he could feel the presence of his lost deity, it was so grand knowing that your god was there. The age of myth to him was a distant memory, one he kept revisiting. He stood on this very altar, his guards hefting him up high as he shouted praise to his glorious lost god. He became lost in that vision, his dulling mind burn alight with pleasure and sensation as he basked in the ancient adulation of the warriors who followed him to new heights of ecstasy. That grand time was slowly torn asunder as the hated god king brought order and stability to the realms. Yet in a sense that wasn’t so bad, they had new enemies to face, to fight. The only true horror came upon the cusp of the age of chaos, where the followers of the other gods rejoiced there was only confusion for him and the warriors that fought at his side. All they had was emptiness, the love of their god vanished from their minds and hearts. To him it was a fell blow, one that made him fall into a stupor. The warband he fought with and lived with came apart. They floated away hoping to find something to fill the void left behind their missing god. He sighed and withdrew himself from the vision. He turned and walked to the front of the altar, he looked down to his mutated guards. “Pain, Spite up you get.” Pain who stood at the front nodded. “Yes Master Amare…” Spite said nothing he merely grunted. The two mutated giants stood up right hefting up the altar with ease, they began walking through the forest he calls home. The Gilded Thicket was west of Balehold, in the past it was a place where people would gather gildweed in the lands of Gathilee. But Amare took this place for himself, he needed a home that could make his mind burn, a place that could fill the void in his heart. He transmuted the grass and flowers with his rites to make them bellow with great fragrances, the gildweed in the forest enhanced this effect. The very forest also keeps intruders away, those who wander in never leave. The fragrances have clawed into their souls turning them into gibbering fools. Normally if he comes across such people he would either multiate them and feed their carcesses to his braizer so he could relive his dreams or feed them to Pain and Spite. Amare sighed “maybe he will give me a sign one day?” He looked down to his pale body, it was replete with muscle. His very body looked to be wrought by a master craftsman, he knew someone must be sustaining him. To most mortals he would be ancient, he could not even remember how old he as. He grimaced, if the dark prince was still sustaining him why hasn’t he spoken? Why do his minions not heed his call for answers? Pain and Spite stopped, Pain released a low whine. “Master are you okay?” Amare chuckled Pain was always worried about him, so was Spite but he never voiced such a thing out loud. He assumes that Pain speaks for the both of them. Amare found the both of them so long ago, being beaten and ridiculed by monks who prophesied the coming of the hated god king. He thought such people were fools back then, but now? He could not help but laugh in irony. “I am fine Pain.” he answered. “Both of you take me to the glade.” Both mutants said nothing they trudged onwards. He hoped visiting his favourite spot within the forest will free him from his melancholy, but it never did. Act 2 Arriving at the glade Amare was about to smile until he saw a group of horsemen standing in the middle of it. Their golden armour replete with runes of the lost god marked them as fellow followers, but this was his forest and it belonged to him alone. “Pain, Spite….Approach them but do nothing.” Both mutants could easily dispatch them but he could see the knights desired something. When he was before them the leader came forward, he removed his plumed helm revealing an androgynous visage along with long flowing blonde hair. “Greetings. I am lord Cardoc of the Golden host. I herby of-” “Stow your offer.” Amare interrupted. “This is my forest, get out.” Cardoc didn’t seem offended by his words, but those who followed him where moving hands to blades. Going by his face Amare could tell he must of been nobility before falling to the delights of the lost god. Cardoc gestured to calm his brethren. “Now let’s not be hasty, my king heard of a powerful priest who dwells in this forest. He requires one for his crusade.” “Flattery won’t get you anywhere boy. So tell me...Which are you? Seeker or Invader?” Amare waited for Cardoc’s answer. The golden knight smiled at him “Seeker, but we are not searching for the tangible form of our god like the others.” Amare leaned on the front of his altar, he gave a long sigh. “Alright hurry up, sell me your Golden Host.” “Very well, King Zakai blessed be his name wishes to launch a crusade against these lands. He received a glorious vision of our lord returning once everyone in the realms bow to will of Slaanesh alone. We search for Slaanesh by bringing his word and deeds to the fools that deny him.” He digested his reasoning it was different compared to most but in the end he assumed Zakai was another upstart lord who was using visions to build an army. He doubted that he was a Seeker as well, he was most likely an Invader using prophecy to build a host. Amare stood up right “tell me Cardoc, do you feel an emptiness in your heart?” The question surprised the knight “I know of what you speak. That awful sensation has evaporated in the face of serving the Golden Lord.” “Liar.” Amare hissed. He watched the knight frown, his facade of politeness vanished. “I wish to tell you if you refuse King Zakai he has ordered that I should kill you.” The knight’s words caused a great laugh to erupt from Amare’s throat. “So tell me how am I a threat to you the one you serve?” “You aren’t a threat, if you refuse me you are a heretic. It’s that simple.” answered Cardoc. Being called a heretic was amusing he was about to say something but the brazier behind him began to roar. He turned to see the flames were enlarging, he could hear Cardoc shouting something but he didn’t care. He approached the brazier and stared into the flames. Instead of old visions of the past he saw the back of a warrior who radiated the majesty of his missing prince, he could feel the hole in his heart being filled. The light of hysh blocked his face, it obscured his form leaving his vision a blur. Amare wanted to reach out he staggered towards the warrior. As he touched the shoulder of the warrior he turned his head slightly to him, he saw only a hint of his face. But the blue eyes captured him completely, the vision then crumbled. He screamed in fury “No! Come back!” he found himself looking down to his hands. The fury gave way to sadness the emptiness came rushing back. He wondered if this was a message from his lost god? Perhaps it was a sign? He turned and returned to the front of his altar. He looked down upon the knight who was oddly staring at him concern. Amare sighed “maybe you are involved?” “What do you mean?” The knight answered his questions with another question. He creased his brow, the vision only happened soon as this one came to disturb him. He grumbled while lowering his hand from his face. “Very well lord Cardoc, lead me to your king.” The knight seemed jubilant with his answer, but he wasn’t joining his host to serve but to look for someone. The mysterious warrior might be the one who will purge the void that has claimed his heart.
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