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So for some time a friend of mine have been writing on a campaign for Warhammer Fantasy. Now after getting some feedback and updates we are ready to kick of this 8 player campaign. The goal is to collect a cometh and bring it back to your own land. But to do this you need to collect 3 smaller pieces of the cometh. The first moves have been resulting in expanding of territories and only one battle. I will keep updating with text and pictures in how my beastmen can hold their own in this more fluff like campaign.

 

The clearing was eerily lit by the bonfire at it's center, shadows of grotesque figures danced on the trunks and leaves of the trees. The beastly figures roared, howled and brayed to the sounds of primitive drums. Closest to the bonfire a cloacked figure carrying a staff stod waving the staff over a kneeling but still massive figure. With a last toss of the staff the cloaked figure drove it's end into the ground leaving it standing slightly quivering. At just that moment the drums, the moving of bodies and all sounds stopped. Accompanied by the crackling of the fire the massive figure stood. It's features was briefly shown by a dancing flame. He was Morthog Facesplitter, a huge and strong minotaur, leader of this meager band of beastmen. His shaman Rothgar had told him that tonight a sign from the chaos gods would lead them. As Morthog prepared to speak to his followers he could see that they all looked past him up into the sky. As he looked up he saw a bright red light cross the nightsky. With a roar he gripped his fearsome cleaver and charged after the light, so did every other beastmen under him. All of them lust in bloodlust and hunger for meat. Suddenly the light split into many streaks of light. After a glance towards his shaman he charged after one of the closest ones.

 

Early that morning the reached the edge of the beastmen territory. They all paused still a bit bloodcrazed and riled up. After some thinking Morthog sent Rothgar and half of his force of towards the lands of a Bretonninan Knight. He could not resist striking a blow against those hateful and supposedly holy knights. Morthog himself took the other half of his force and headed towards the area where the light had hit the ground. Not knowing that forces of Dark Elves and Bretonninan Knights had mobilized to the beastmen burnt and slaughtered their way towards their destination. As they moved unhindered small forces of beastmen moved in wanting to join the herd in it's advance. Morthog and Rothgar now seperated from each other had to think carefully about who they would let join the herd.

 

Rothgar kept moving in the forest razing every little settlement they came across, while Morthog moved more open leaving pillars of black smoke behind from burnt villages.