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  1. Erebusia Unbound! The shadows of Ulgu darkened into what passed as night, if such a thing existed in Duskhaven. Kaptain Mogrum, Weirdnob Shaman, stood in the ruins of the Wizard's Mansion with the scrimshawed bone in one hand and his totem-covered staff in the other. His steel skull-mask hid his face but his eyes were closed and he was lost in an internal struggle. Most of the crew waited on the floor below, kept out of earshot of the Kaptain by Sludga and Deadwood. Only a couple of deckhands were anywhere near him and they were only there to hold things for the boss. The ritual was long and complex and any number of things could go wrong but the Shaman hadn't "learned" how to perform it... he sort of just... knew. Maybe it was the scrimshawed bone that put the knowledge in his head? Maybe it was the accumulated sorcerous energies swirling within the Dea Man's Chest? Or maybe it was given to him by Gorkamorka? He liked that version best, so that was the one he was hanging on too. The others weirded him out too much. The crew below deck started muttering a bit too loud about whether this was an abjuration or conjuration. Sludga slapped them about a bit to stop it becoming another fight. ~ 🕱 ~ As Snaplock Harald loaded his cannon, Bosun Higgs spotted something and wandered over to him. He asked "What are you using for grapeshot?" "Just these shiney rune-things. I found a whole load of 'em when we stole them crates from the skyship dock in Wortbad. They don't look like real gold but they have sharp edges and they make a real mess of those Slayers!" said the Ogor with a deep laugh. Higgs looked worried but he wasn't going to argue with the Ogor. ~ 🕱 ~ Mogrum held the Scrimshawed Bone aloft as wave upon wave of sorcerous energy poured out of it. The Sunken Gate shimmered and the Hunters of Gloomfen spilled out. Mistweaver Saih Laelanyel and Auric Runefather Aef-Grimnir approached from the opposite direction. Harald's gun spoke and everyone jumped as the reported echoed through the dark streets. Black smoke curled into the Duskhaven mists. The Hunters swept across the cobbles - two Thralls charged Lost Uzzog the Shaman and four Reavers headed for the rest of the crew. Arrows hailed into the walls of the house, one found its mark in Sludga's shoulder. Seeing that he was already wounded yet still likely to be the toughest of the crew, the Namarti Reavers pounced on Sludga and finished him off. Lost Uzzog was shocked that he survived the attack by two Gloomfen Namarti Thralls, but he managed to cast Gaze of Mork and incinerated two of them and wounded the Tidecaster! The Cleavermaws were emboldened by Uzzog's power and lept into combat with the Hunters... ... and they cut down another Thrall. The orruk pirates that had headed for the Shadowflames were less lucky and the Runefather smashed Dogwatch Fug to the ground. The orruks in the Wizard's House cheered as... ... the Hunters of Gloomfen fled through the Sunken Gate. The orruk pirates consolidated their position in the ruined house. Mr Deadwood and his small group held out for a few minutes, their luck would not last long against that blade though. Mogrum completed the first step of the ritual! Amethyst energies from Shyish coalesced around him. The Mistweaver used a darkening flame of Ruin to strike down Ledger Nudd and Double Barrel! The Sunken Gate shimmered again and three Fyreslayers emerged! Throwing axes whizzed across the harbour and Oiler Tunn fell with a cry of indignation. The Runefather smashed Deadwood to the cobbles. Harald climbed down and fired on the Slayers as they rushed along the jetty. Tark fell (again!) to the hail of glittering shrapnel. The orruk pirates charged and clashed with the Fyreslayers in the shallow dark waters. One after another the slayers fell to orrukish kutlasses. The orruks had cleared the burning Locus of Energy of enemies but Laelanyel still controlled the Dead Man's Chest! And the crew hurried back to the house, mindful of their duties for once. They were excitable and raring for another fight. Lost Uzzog hid in the dark of the Wizard's House, and sent searing blasts of green lightning out of the windows at the Runefather and the Mistweaver. Harald fired another blast then charged through the powder snoke! The crew cheered him as he lumbered forward. But Aef-Grimnir was ready for him and swept his Latchkey Grandaxe low. The Runefather and Mogrum hacked away at each-other but Mogrum managed to keep most of the thaumaturgic threads of the ritual in place. The Cleavermaws arrived and piled-on the duardin.... The orruks overwhelmed the Runefather finally but it was a few moments too late! The sapping of energies from the two loci by the aelves and the wounds the Shaman suffered combined to untether the feylines that Mogrum had gathered and woven together. The clouds overhead roiled and twisted in on themselves. Magical energies started unravelling and a terrible rumbling sound started to build up, just beyond hearing.... ~ 🕱 ~ This was The Ritual from White Dwarf (January 2019). Viktor and David were the Assassins with 200 points each, and I had 400 points. We changed the rules slightly, instead of rolling a D6 to complete the Ritual each turn we decided that it could not be completed in the first three turns. Each successful roll would add an amethyst crystal to Mogrum, each of which would add +1 to the Ritual roll at the end of turn 4. It came down to Mogrum needing a 5+ at the very end of the last turn and I rolled a 4. Viktor had caused more that 3 wounds on the Shaman so he scored a Minor Victory! This was the penultimate game of the campaign - so there is only one game left! We want to get all four of us playing in that one.
  2. The brush-work is much smoother that the grub-things on the BSF page. I think that carapace is from something bigger.
  3. I agree with your guesses for the first two rows. Some of the "green box" row are likely to be Primaris Marines IMHO. And you missed out this ghosty one: https://warbosskurgan.blogspot.com/p/rumour-engines.html#unsolved
  4. Kapitan Alunzo da Leeva and The Rotmoons The Rotmoons were a band of swashbuckling orruk sky-pirates. They called themselves Privateers, and acted more like pirates, but they spent more of their time acting like explorers than either. They searched the ruins of the Realms for treasures and artefacts from the Age of Myth. Their Shaman, El Doctoro, considered himself an expert on that long-forgotten era and often pronounced, with great complacency and authority, what a found treasure was or its magical powers. He was occasionally correct but only occasionally. Their skyship, The Rotmoon, was recently wrecked (again!) in the forests of The Harrowmark. They made a deal with another orruk pirate crew, the Ogresuns; under Kaptain Salty Ogbad, to recover their cargo. But Ogbad fled with a small portion of the treasure after losing most of it to the Gilded Hand and the Ordeshal Host. The Rotmoons were reduced to looking for a ship to steal as a replacement. They hoped to cut-out one of the merchants that often call at the Wortbad skydock. Kapitán Alunzo da Leeva - Orruk Warboss A dashing and swashbuckling Orc Pirate; young, capable and unusually quick-witted. He was popular with his crew as he got them out of many scrapes over the years but he was unpopular with the other captains of the Ironfang Fleet who saw him as an “upstart young pup”. He was unfortunately prone to shipwreck much more often than someone with his actual skill should be. El Doctoro - Orruk Great Shaman Surgeon, explorer, collector, drug addict (well, Magic Mushroom addict): El Doctoro was all of these to an extent. He often dropped hints that there is more to him than just “the shaman”. He wanted the crew of the Rotmoon to think he was mysterious and complex. Hammerhead (AKA Tiburón Martillo) - Ogor Maneater Dressed in the Rotmoons style Hammerhead wore a black cloak and breaches, an off-white ruff, a battered morion helmet engraved with an octopus design and silvered armour. He carried a handgun that he used like a pistol and he liked to twirl his huge cutlass in great swishing arcs. Dragante - Orruk Boss A hulking brute of an orruk with a hook for a hand and a bad attitude. He made sure the Boyz did exactly what they were told and bashed heads together when the crews' arguments (inevitably) turned into fights. The crew... Juan Dee. Alchemist, seer, astronomer, astrologer, occult philosopher and advisor to The Rotmoons. Dregante and newcomer Bortagno find themselves lost in the forests of the Harrowmark... something watches them from the trees...
  5. Da Cleavermaw was a hulking conglomeration of different wrecked and captured ships, cobbled together over many years from their victims and any old junk they could salvage. The prow and stern were completely mismatched and it rode through the air in an ungainly, awkward way. It looked like a dog, steered like a cow and smelled like a slum. Luckily it also packed a punch like a prizefighter: it was equipped with strange mechanical contractions to grapple and board an enemy and vast amounts of heavy artillery. For years Kaptain Mogrum was completely obsessed with closely examining the captured papers, maps, charts, orders, logbooks and letters - he had standing orders for the crew to gather them from captured sky-ships. He hoarded them in his cabin and, along with his clerk, poured over them for hours in the night making details notes and trying to fit them together or to make sense of them as a whole. Some months ago Kaptain Mogrum received a near-fatal head injury in a boarding action - a Kharadron skypike split his skull. He was not expected to recover, so it surprised everyone when he woke up and exploded the cabin wall by vomiting up a green lightning-blast of Waaagh! power. The head wound he had survived had unlocked a connection to Gorkamorka and the Waaagh! energy that was generated by the orruks around him. Since his accident Kaptain Mogrum was changed. Where before he had been a brutal, but cunning, Warboss who led his crew from the front, he was always first over the gunwales into an enemy ship, and a vicious, merciless fighter. But he was now a cunning, but brutal, Weirdnob Shaman! Since his awakening the pirate orruks who followed him fully embraced his change (not least because he killed a lot less of them in fits of anger. Even if he did kill a lot more of them in accidental explosions of Waaagh! energy... on balance it seemed better to them) and from then on they all consider themselves experts in the fields of thaumatology, evocation and sorcery. They nodded sagely to one another as they described the magic around them in great technical detail (often using the wrong terms but they really didn't care). They pronounced judgements on the quality of the wizardry they witnessed and debated the relative merits of various spells. When they journeyed to the very edge of the realms in search of the wild magic of Endless Spells, their Kaptain issued each of them an ensorcelled black-powder pistol as a focus for binding the Endless Spells. Each orruk then took it upon themselves to add charms and trinkets to their pistol, in order to enhance its power. A selection of teeth, bones, coins, pebbles with holes, crow feathers, gold and silver rings, and polished fragments of glass - all tied on with string or jewellery chains - adorned their foci.
  6. The Fall of Erebusia The Cleavermaws stepped out of the Erebusia Realmgate and cautiously advanced into Duskhaven. The darkened streets and winding alleys could easily hide ambushers or monsters of any description. They didn't dare light more than one lantern and they kept that one nearly closed. Strange noises echoed between the ruins buildings and the orruk pirates started to grumble to each other, speculating at the possible source of the sounds: "What waz dat?" said Liberty Snik. Kaptain Mogrum twitched and gritted his teeth. "Probably a shadow-daemon of some kind." said Weatherly Deg, as casually as he could manage. "Nah, dat was more like a Fury or one of them winged witch-aelfs." said Double Barrel. Mogrum craned his neck and rolled one shoulder. "I hope it is. I needs to kill somefink today." said Bosun Higgs. Double Barrel grinned at him and said "Yer, me an' all mate." Mogrum growled to himself as green sparks popped and fizzed from his eyes and the pirates went quiet. ~ 🕱 ~ The Cleavermaws watched as the Hunters of Gloomfen and the Shadowflames got ready to tear each other to pieces, and quietly edged toward the ruined Wizard's House. They moved through the narrow allies of Duskhaven, passed shattered houses and wind-blown paper notices. Taking care as they edged by the foul waters of the old fountain. The Hunters emerged from the Sunken Gate and swiftly moved forward, angry at the invasion of their territory. The started peppering the Shadowflames with bow-fire. One of the Slayers fell to the barrage of arrows. A Khinerai darted forward... .. lashed out with her Barbed Sickle and brought down a Slayer, then fled before the Shadowflames could react! The Cleavermaws made a dash for the Wizard's House. But that drew the attention of the Shadowflames and throwing axes started flying their way. Still beyond the range of his offensive spells, Mogrum shielded himself. Arrows rained down on the duardin as the Hunters closed in. A Khinerai turned her attention on the Cleavermaws, she landed lightly and prepared her weapons. The Hunters' arrows started to fall on the orruk pirates as well. Double Barrel and Bosun Higgs both pitched over clutching at the black darts embedded in their flesh. The Khinerai flew over their heads and slashed at Liberty Snik and Deadwood. Laelanyel and Aef-Grimnir readied themselves for combat. The Blood Sister then charged the Shadowflames. Mogrum entered the Wizard's House and cast Ruin: the spell scythed through the Mistweaver and a Khinerai. The orruk pirates charged the Mistweaver. While Sludga, Deadwood and Dogwatch Fug attacked the Blood Sister. The Blood Sister managed to impale Deadwood, just before the others killed her. All three deckhands who took on the Mistweaver were butchered by the Auric Runefather! Mogrum rushed to the middle floor of the ruined Wizard's House. Harald blasted Aef-Grimnir in the back but the Runefather shrugged off the close ranged cannonade! The last of the pirates took cover while the Hunters of Gloomfen poured arrows onto the Shdowflames. Laelanyel used a Illusionary Assault on the Tidecaster and sent her screaming into her worst nightmares. The Runefather barreled through the orruk pirates and blocked the door to the Wizard's House. Laelanyel charged straight up the wall on a pillar of shadowy mist. She wounded Kaptain Mogrum... ... but he used Soulstealer to heal himself at Laelanyel's cost. Aef-Grimnir smashed Sludga to the ground. Harald fled! A trio of Gloomfen Reavers leapt the fence and attacked the Runefather. Dogwatch Fug slashed at a Reaver with his cutlass while they focused their attention on the Runefather. Mogrum and Laelanyel duelled, exchanging vicious strikes and parrying hard. Mogrum managed to fend off most of her attacks but she used another Illusionary Assault on him and nearly overwhelmed him. The Gloomfen Reavers finally overcame the Runefather and turned their blades on Dogwatch Fug. But Kaptain Mogrum was an orruk after all, he used a Savage Killing Spree to full effect and crushed the Mistweaver Saih mercilessly. He roared in triumph and tore the scrimshawed bone artifact from her slackened grip. Emerald sparks and arcs of energy flared around it at his touch. The Gloomfen Reavers pounced on him, screaming for revenge. He swirled the Ragged Cloak about himself so they were unable to target him with their bows, so they charged. With two sweeps of his totem-covered and bladed staff he laid them both at his feet. The darkened skies of Ulgu shook with distant thunder as the wounded orruks of his crew dragged themselves toward the Wizard's House, hoping to avoid the coming storm and find somewhere to recover. ~ 🕱 ~ This was the Carnage Battleplan from White Dwarf (March 2019 issue) with a few tweaks to make it work on a 30"x40" AoS Skirmish board - mostly just the deployment distances. We played the game over two lunchtimes as we only managed to get 2 or 3 turns in the first session and it was not left with a very satisfying end. All three of us were able to make the next session so we picked up where we left off. And boy, are we glad we did. The second half was amazing! The balance tipped from one of us to another then to another, shifting constantly almost every phase. At some points any of us could have won this and it was only through some amazingly good and bad luck (and finally remembering some of my warband's abilities: Savage Killing Spree, I'm looking at you!) that I ended up with the last model standing. The fact that it was Mogrum and he managed to defeat Laelanyel in single combat and snatch the scrimshawed bone artifact from her corpse made it narratively PERFECT.
  7. Adm'rul Kurgan is a veteran of a hundred campaigns in every corner of the Realms: from the steaming jungles of Ghyran to the ruined cities of the Hysh; he has burned ports in the Rotwater Blight, raided the towns of Okkam’s Reach in Ulgu, besieged fortresses in the Endless Desert of Shyish, endured the perpetual snowstorms and barren wastes of the Silverglades in Chamon, battled in the heart of the Jade Kingdoms, looted the floating islands over the Harrowmark forests and engaged all manner of foes: alive or undead, daemonic or mortal. All the while stealing anything that wasn't nailed down, and having a go with a claw-hammer at anything that was. The Hogwashas - Orruk Ironjawz Brutes The crew of the Adm’rul’s flagship and his bodyguard. Huge specimens of the greenskin race, they exemplify the ideal held true by all Orruks that “Might is Right”. They take the biggest cut of the loot, have the best weapons and armour, and the best tattoos in the fleet. They swagger about port as if they own the place, and so far no-one has told them otherwise. They relish adventure and excitement and we gladly board the Hogwasha and set off through a Realmgate into skies-unknown, just to see what happens when they get there.
  8. Gnark, the Scaremonger, and the Frazzlegitz Gnark The Scaremonger capered and hooted from behind his terrifying Glareface mask. He rode upon the skull of a Cave Squig (borne by Snark) that represented the immolated godbeast Boingob, he put the fear of the Moonclan bogeyman into the nearby Mushloonz. Gnark was routinely followed around by The Frazzlegitz, a small band of sun-masked Gitz who thought he was some kind of prophet. Gnark the Scaremonger (and Snark) Huka Nerb Taz
  9. The Fires of the Piremoor Mogrum woke with a start and cracked his head on the ship's beams above his hammock as he sat up. He groaned loudly through gritted teeth and clutched his head. Neon-green flame raged from his eyes and scorched the timbers black. Flashes of his dream came back to him: Raging fires and flickering shadows. Green lightning sparks and glorious fights. The clash of steel and the cracking of bones. An intricately carved bone that contained immense power; Combined power from Shyish, Ulgu and Aqshy! The mask of that damned Mistweaver. He climbed out of his hammock and took a long drink of grog. The visions subsided but he was left with a strange feeling of certainty. He knew he had to have that scrimshawed bone and the power it would give him. ~ 🕱 ~ On deck he barked orders and Sludga and Deadwood gathered the crew aft. He stood on the quarter deck of the Cleavermaw as the skyship rolled gently in the breeze. Holding on to the rigging above him, he looked down into the waist of the ship. "Lads. I've seen a future where we start a fight." Mogrum said in a voice loud enough to be heard through a storm. "A fight so big that it spills over the very edge of Shyish and into Aqshy. I fight that we will win, and keep winning as it draws in hundred of fighters from other Realms too." Most of the orruk pirates grinned up at him and nodded but Liberty Snik piped-up "Was it prognostication or divination?" Mogrum blinked. "What?" Dogwatch Fug said "It can't of been divianation unless there was a chicken." and a few of the orruks near him started nodding or shaking their heads. Weatherly Deg shouted "Don't be daft. It was prophesy, obviously." At this the crowd broke down into general chatter amongst themselves, debating the various forms of the seer's art. Mr Sludga and Mr Deadwood started moving through the small crowd, trying to get them all to shut up but targeted application of kicks and punches. But by then it was too late, the crew was already lost to the argument (again) and soon there were weapons drawn and threats bawled. Then a thunderclap of emerald lightning split the air and tore through the mainsail. The crowd of orruks froze and looked up at the Kaptain. Arcs of energy crackled across his arms and hands. A green aurora glared out fro the blade and skulls atop his staff. The crowd of orruk pirates remembered themselves and fell silent again. ~ 🕱 ~ At the very edge of the ruins of the Temple of Khazla the Cleavermaws gathered among the glowing emberstones and broken temple obelisks. The pirates strode out of the Realmgate and crossed the ashen plains (only occasionally pausing to swat-out the fires that caught their clothes) toward the temple. The orruk pirates managed to get between the Shadowflames and the Realmgate and attempted to block their escape. They were going to take the scrimshawed bone from the Shadowflames and they were going to follow Mogrum on his vision of adventure and conquest! The Kaptain and his followers closed in on them from the left. While Snaplock Harald and Mr Sludga took the right-hand path. Laelanyel the Mistweaver Saih and her bodyguards advanced confidently. Mogrum attempted to cast a Foot of Gork several times, but the spell failed to materialise or Laelanyel unbound it every time ( and several of the crew muttered about the obvious power of the scrimshawed bone). The orruks charged! Snaplock Harald fired his ship's cannon but with little effect on the Slayers. Liberty Snik fell. The Kaptain's magic was unpredictable at best! Much to his frustration! The Slayers managed to bring down Mr Sludga and Oiler Tunn. And Mr Deadwood. Kaptain Mogrum joined the fray at last. Desperation pushing him to fall back into his old ways. Harald charged. Auric Runefather Aef-Grimnir brought down the Kaptain with his Latchkey Grandaxe! Harald smacked a Slayer - using his cannon as a huge club. Bosun Higgs took out another Slayer. Laelanyel disappeared into her Mirrorpool. The Mistweaver Saih left the Caengans to strip the orruks of their loot. The power of the scrimshawed bone was going to be hers to command. ~ 🕱 ~ This was Fragile Cargo from the Skirmish book. Viktor broke through my lines and scored a win. Viktor's tale of this adventure is here.
  10. They vary massively. Some have been 8 months some a few days.
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