Warhammer Fantasy: A Dynasty of Dynamic Alcoholism

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EVA-Saiyajin said:
Dragon In The South: Far to the south of the Empire, in the Border Princes, where those who disagree with the rightful rule of others attempt to carve out their own small domains, there are many dangers. Starvation. Dehydration. Disease. Raiders of all sorts and sizes. Things that proper nations are far more capable of dealing with. But, admittedly, it is not every day that an utterly massive dragon appears and begins burning the scattered beastmen and spreading terror around the landscape. Said to be even bigger than the dragon that the famous mercenary of the south Asarnil rides, this beast has terrorized the Border Princes, occasionally burning small isolated villages and burning down smaller warherds before departing again. No one knows where its nest is, or where it came from, as the beast disappeared sometime around the fall. Only to reappear over the Grey Mountains, buzzing north across Middenland, and disappearing somewhere in the Middle Mountains.
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....Reeeaaaally hope that the Beastmen don't corrupt the dragon or something. If it's hanging around the Middle Mountains and hasn't been corrupted by Beastmen, we really ought to look into it at some point.
 
TheDuke said:
....Reeeaaaally hope that the Beastmen don't corrupt the dragon or something. If it's hanging around the Middle Mountains and hasn't been corrupted by Beastmen, we really ought to look into it at some point.
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I'm pretty convinced it's Morai Wen.

Emperor Dragons that target Beastmen (Border Princers can easily be corrupted too or part of some future plot) and disappears from one side of the continent to the next aren't exactly common.
 
EVA-Saiyajin said:
I imagine with how he's been "interacting" with the Asrai and the unusually aggressive Beastmen assaults on Athel Loren leading up to and during Lovely Laurelorn that he'll have some role, if only something as minor as "he noted something was happening" or "he spurred those he didn't need to distract the Wood Elves". I can only wonder how Malagor would react to know how his kind contributed to so much damage to the Wood Elves not by succeeding, but by dying and helping Anath Raema rise against her own? Of course, Anath Raema would have gleefully butchered his mind, but that by her nature she caused more damage to her own kind?
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The Beastman for all their posturing are reliant on some of (Not counting Brays) the least beastlike among them to make and maintain the weapons they need to fight not only civilization, but honestly to actually deal with a lot of the monsters that live in their own habitat.... ie the average beastman is strong yet but unarmed I can't imagine most of em lasting much longer against a larger predator than a human. Naturally some of the really big bois are exceptions but are also the least likely to posture about how civilizations they have continuously failed to defeat are so much weaker than they are.
 
Kinda hoping we get a skaven interrupt to fuck with the beastmen invasion, because across basically all quests they've a tendancy for it and I love it.
 
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Realistically how much it would improve the situation if we succeeded in killing him along with all the hero beastman he could put together in his army?
 
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Carcer said:
Realistically how much it would improve the situation if we succeeded in killing him along with all the hero beastman he would succeed together in his army.
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Ehhhh. There can always rise replacements. Of all those gathered thus far the only one I would say would result in improvements is Malagor. The Chaos Wastes, both north and south, will spit out those who rise to take their places. Same for the others barring immense improvement of the woods situation in the Empire.
 
EVA-Saiyajin said:
Ehhhh. There can always rise replacements. Of all those gathered thus far the only one I would say would result in improvements is Malagor. The Chaos Wastes, both north and south, will spit out those who rise to take their places. Same for the others barring immense improvement of the woods situation in the Empire.
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Is it the same for the hero beastman that we have already killed or their death made a difference?
 
Personally, I'm expecting it to be a bit like Morghur, except instead of reviving in a century like a Daemon, they get outright replaced. Sort of like how Ghaz in 40K gets 'reincarnated' but each is essentially a new Ghaz. Kind of like in Avatar the last Airbender. They can draw on past selves, but they aren't the same.

Which is to say, the Beastmen would be unlikely to have really recovered in Freddy's lifetime, but his grandkids would likely have to deal with the same shit. Given the sheer progress even a generation relatively unmolested can give rise to, this is not inconsequential. Without GW enforcing the status quo, significant advances might be made even without Hero Units like Anna focusing on it. This is civilization's main advantage against the Beastmen, we can more easily compound on our wins, while they need Magnus-tier Heroes to do so. It would also give Athel Loren time to really recover, as the Beastmen would need quite some time to regain their old strength by their standards.
 
At least we shouldn't have to deal with Moonclaw. He appeared a century before modern canon.

@torroar
Did anything ever happen with that giant in Talebecland, Grund I think? He still around?
 
Well at least they have one unit of Super-Heavy Infantry to bring to the table. Because the Empire is going to need it...
 
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Annatar said:
Well at least they have one unit of Siper-Heavy Infantry to bring to the table. Because the Empire is going to need it...
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I don't know, that Sane guy seems like he'd mulch a non-Hero Unit Super-Heavy. Not without damage perhaps, but unless we get him alone, Grund is liable to buy time at best. Which is not to say that couldn't be absolutely critical to Order holding out long enough to deploy our heavy hitters like Ariel for Beastmen clearing. Though, I sort of doubt she's back to 100% yet, but Morghur isn't back yet either, so she should be able to take Malagor in a one-on-one without his boss around.
 
I think we talked about already a lot that only way to curb beastmen/Chaos-aligned factions in general would be for the High Elves to succeed in their Waystone creation project and then expand the current network to truly disrupt Dhar circulation around the world. If Chaos can't easily reach out into mortal world than their followers while still deadly are less so and can't easily pull off their more crazy shit.

I mean, it won't get rid of other threats like greenskins, dark elves, and maybe even skaven, but at least Chaos would have a much tougher time influencing world.

Till then the best we can really do is keep on killing evil shit best we can.
 
ilbgar123 said:
Which is not to say that couldn't be absolutely critical to Order holding out long enough to deploy our heavy hitters like Ariel for Beastmen clearing. Though, I sort of doubt she's back to 100% yet, but Morghur isn't back yet either, so she should be able to take Malagor in a one-on-one without his boss around.
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Orion might show up, as one of Naraiel's complaints was that the Wild Hunt hadn't made an appearance in Laurelorn in a generation. Even if Laurelorn isn't attacked she would likely recognize that if The Empire (or at least several provinces) falls they'll be next on the chopping block. Besides I have a suspicion that Orion will want revenge on the creature that nearly killed his wife.
 
It'll be interesting if they attack the Fulcrum.
iggyfan said:
Orion might show up, as one of Naraiel's complaints was that the Wild Hunt hadn't made an appearance in Laurelorn in a generation. Even if Laurelorn isn't attacked she would likely recognize that if The Empire (or at least several provinces) falls they'll be next on the chopping block. Besides I have a suspicion that Orion will want revenge on the creature that nearly killed his wife.
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Or revenge on the mayfly who actually killed him.
 
2338 IC Interlude: Bound Brass
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    One of the deadliest things to walk the world was the minotaur. They were exemplars of all the virtues of the beastmen: brutal, strong, destructive, possessing of an all-encompassing and driving need to consume the flesh of humans and raze civilization to the ground. A single minotaur was capable of destroying an entire human village, kill and devour dozens, and move on to the next within a single night without pause or rest. Mercy, compassion, these were words known only by their victims, concepts outright incomprehensible to their minds, for their hunger for fresh hot blood and raw flesh was quite literally insatiable, something that was as much a part of them as their fur, their hooves, their horns. For only when they fed upon such things did they taste the unholy power of the Dark Gods, the Ruinous Powers inflaming their fury and hunger further whilst monetarily satiating them. Bull-headed, less intelligent than even the typical savage gor or ungor, their strength was greater than even their misshapen bulk would imply on a creature that was natural to the world.

    Whole tribes of minotaurs were the scourge of the forests, their hunger and bloodlust driving them against all living things, whether that was human, dwarf, elf, greenskin, or even other beastmen. They were champions, heralds of doom and destruction. A single tribe could shatter the barred gates of a human keep with nothing more than their own bodies and thick skulls. Those that led them, Doombulls, were even greater exemplars of brutality and slaughter. It was these that often were able to, through sheer carnage and near-mindless yet tireless effort, gain the attention of the Dark Gods who had for the most part left the beastmen to wallow in their anarchic filth. Tzaanbulls, Slaanbulls, Plaguebulls, and Bloodbulls drew upon their horrific gifts and blessings to effect even greater destruction upon the world. But one had stood above them all. One who had, in an instant of pique and endless hunger consumed rather than be granted a blessing, had taken what was to be given, and had eaten of that which should not have been touched.

    A year and a day had that slaughter taken place, in the Era of Three Emperors, when the greatest and largest nation of the Uncloven Ones had been shattered in twain. Where nothing could be done, no strength capable of matching that one's fury and lust for blood, for meat, for slaughter, for too much strength was expended elsewhere, to match their rivals instead of their internal threats. Under the terrifying legacies of the Vampire Wars, of the civil conflict, of all that and more, it had been more than could possibly have been handled, a course of death that went untouched. Finally, only upon spilling an entire river of blood capable of bathing their body did it collapse, only to rise, reborn.

    Taurox, the Brass Bull, sheathed in unbreakable, invincible brass which had replaced all flesh and horn alike, save for the throat – a final consequence of daring to consume an emissary of the Ruinous Powers. Taurox, who had killed a path across the Empire for a year and a day without rest or pause. Taurox, who had been the end of champions of the Gods, Ruinous and otherwise, for daring to cross his path. Whose appetite remained as endless as any minotaur, was practically that of a ghorgon, yet his body remained unchanging, infernal brass untouched by time or wound alike. Taurox, who writhed and screamed on the earth as tendrils of black magical flame wrapped about his body, melting that which could not be bled. Behind him, a mile long train of minotaurs of all sorts and thousands more attendant and fearful ungors watched as their great master screamed in pain upon the rise within the forest.

    Above him, pitiless, one hand clenching and unclenching with fingers twitching to manipulate those chains of dark fire, was the Crowfather, the Dark Omen.

    Malagor.

    "So much pride, Taurox," Malagor taunted, "So much stupidity," the Crowfather rasped, his voice bouncing about the Drakwald's depths with unnatural volume and intensity, causing even some of the stupidest of the newly arrived minotaurs shivering.

    Taurox let loose another bellow, this one even higher pitched than before, as one tendril of flame licked across his throat, scorching what little fur lay there.

    "Taurox serves, will serve Felfang and Malagor!" The mightiest of all minotaurs finally screeched, and only then did the flames leave him.

    For a moment, all watched as Taurox simply lay there, lungs heaving in breaths. His previously impervious brass flesh was scorched, was marked, sections of it bunched and slagged.

    "Once…," Malagor began, glaring down at where the rest of the assembled warherd of Taurox watched fearfully, "The forests were ours. All was ours," he snorted, stamping his hoof as many of the beastmen growled and snarled at the thought. "But you," he tapped his hoof upon Taurox's fallen body, "You all come from the north. North forest. Ost-land," he bit out of the word. "Even corpse shaman Zacharias could not force you all out…but Empire men did," he bleated angrily, and slammed his staff down, creating a boom of noise that caused many of those nearby to shy away. "So strong. So many! But you run! You run when the corpse Uncloven went to war with the Horned Uncloven!"

    Shame burst into being in many hearts, as well as anger and fear of that tumultuous time. For it was true. Once, that which the Uncloven simplistically called the Forest of Shadows had held the greatest concentration of minotaurs in the entire Old World. Vast tribes made up solely of minotaurs had lived there for thousands of years, their sheer brute strength and number keeping them from being forced out by the vampire Zacharias, so long as they kept to their own separate spaces. But the Vampire War had changed all that. The invasion of so many Imperial armies, Zacharias' tenuous grip on sanity causing him to strike out all enemies he saw, regardless of affiliation so long as their loyalty was not to him. To Talabecland they had run. To the Drakwald they had run. Fleeing that which should have been theirs. Even the infamous Ragush, the aging but still legendarily monstrous minotaur who had created the Kalkengard Larder out of its citizenry, had died in that cataclysm, though the Uncloven ones knew it not, for Ragush had cleaved too close to territory jealously held by Zacharias as the Doombull had led his tribe south towards the Middle Mountains.

    And yet, what was more important was the weakness that such a proclamation declared. The minotaurs that served properly, the cygors that loomed amongst the trees, the gors and bestigors, even the ungors in their great masses tilted their heads predatorily at the weakness that had been revealed. Weakness was death. Weakness meant food. Meant bloodletting. And all knew it.

    "You come, you come and challenge? Challenge Malagor, rrgh?" The Crowfather growled as Taurox just barely began to rise. "Challenge Felfang?"

    The Ravager of the Chaos Wastes uncrossed his arms and took up his weapons, the Beastlord stepping forward when Malagor mentioned them.

    "Fight. Learn truth of Ruin, serve," Malagor chuffed. "We will make you see. Those that can't, die. Be food!"

    And the mile long train of minotaurs blinked, and realized that they were surrounded by the warherds of the Empire, of Araby, of the Northern Chaos Wastes, and of the Southern Chaos Wastes.

    "Fight? Die! Serve? Live!"

    With that, Malagor stepped aside as Felfang tackled Taurox off of the ridge, sending both crashing twenty feet below.

    And the carnage began.

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    "Serve, live!" Felfang snarled, one hand wrapped around Taurox's throat, lifting the Brass Bull upwards in the air with that one limb alone. "Or die! Be food! Will dig out from inside!

    The rune-tortured axes that Taurox had borne into battle, brazenly challenging for authority over the Drakwald warherds, lay shattered beneath Felfang's hooves. Similar acts were taking place across the now depleted train of minotaurs that had come strutting into the depths of the Drakwald. Over a third of them had been slain, and were even now in the midst of being devoured. But a great many more had fallen to their knees or bowed their heads, bleating their newfound obedience to the Crowfather and the Beastlord that had so easily torn them apart. It had been blessed, beautiful carnage, and now the feasting would come. The turnskins would fulfill their purpose and assist the true Cloven Ones keep their bellies full, not that they knew it just yet. More would have to be taken and transformed, though, and soon.

    "Taurox serves! Taurox serves Felfang, serves Malagor!" The Brass Bull wheezed out, arms clutching at Felfang's arm.

    Felfang snorted and let go, letting Taurox fall to cracked and burnt earth.

    "Hrmph, good. Serve, live, feast, kill Uncloven Ones. Take their meat. Burn them all. Raze everything," the Beastlord nodded once before looking over to Malagor who had watched the entire proceedings without moving once. "Great Shaman? When is the next fight?"

    Malagor closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply. Upon his exhale, the nimbus of ruin that always surrounded the Crowfather expanded, blackening earth and transforming vegetation to slurry. Even the worms beneath were not sparred, crisping into charred nothingness in a single instant.

    "Soon," Malagor pronounced, eyes staring up at the holy green moon.

    Or, perhaps more importantly, to the meteor shower that was occurring, drawn down by a number of the Darkling Covens working together in grand rituals to bring the rocks down. It was good fortune, a blessing of the Dark Gods, that using such things to summon more was possible.

    "Soon," Felfang nodded in accordance with the shaman's words.

    The sound of an explosion nearby set thousands of beastmen upright, eyes darting this way and that, ears twitching, and as the alarmed state spread across the assembled warherds, Malagor grinned as best as one could with half of their face scorched down to bone with the magic of a maddened Mage-Queen. For his wards had triggered correctly, upon unique signatures and lives, which could mean only one thing - he'd been right. With a single booming thump of the butt of his staff upon the ground, all eyes turned towards him.

    "Go!" He pointed in the direction of the explosion, and the already growing sounds of battle. "Fight! Eat! Kill!"

    More than ten thousand throats howled with glee as they charged towards the fight, but none were so eager to reclaim some measure of stature and to feast as the Brass Bull, who scooped up the weapons of some of the fallen minotaurs who had followed him on the way. Dribbles of liquid and tainted bronze flecked from his mouth and spattered upon the ground.
     
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    • Well this is getting progressively more worrying especially since we couldn't convince the electors meet at the last one of the threat.
     
    Felfang...wow.
    Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's an exemplar even among those Beastlords that succeed in the Eternal Battle.

    it was fucking awesome.

    Still, Taurox has lost his axes...well, I imagine he'll replace them with something worthwhile eventually.
     
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    @torroar Pardon me but you posted your latest interlude twice in one post. 10,000 Beastmen and Beastmen heroes from all over Malus and it still isn't enough? How much more does Malagor need for his invasion?
     
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    Ah. Shit.

    Poor skaven they've no idea of the shitstorm they're bumbling into. I'm not even sure they'd be a speedbump to this doomtide.

    That's incredibly concerning.

    (I'm hoping like fuck that the sheer strength of the beastmen here is gonna be vulnerable to an inward collapse, because apart from Felfang there really seems to be no loyalty here.)
     
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