giovedì 17 aprile 2014

Presenting the Warband: Groshnak One-Eye

The start of the campaign is near, and my marauders prepare for battle!
Today I'll present you Groshnak, the Pestigor champion of the warband! Althought an Onogal marauders' warband could have only humans in his ranks, I decided to insert models from the beastmen range to play them as humans, for a better division of the henchmen groups and to add that feeling of an horde to my warband.

- Groshnak One-Eye:



Beastmen are a proud and tribal race, just as the marauders, but with something more wildish. Groshnak didn't make an exception: he was the warchief of a gors clan, one of the fiercest in the north of the Great Wall, erected by the filthy humans ages ago. With his companions the great gor pillaged and devastated the little villages of the stupid men that stayed in his dominion, ravaging the camps, killing the mans and kidnapping the women to sacrifice them to the Gods. Moving in the north, Groshnak started to meet occasionally northmen tribes which attacked with rage, for they were human and they deserved it. Noone could withstand the power of his horde, until the day he met a man and his tribe:

"I was expecting you..."

Said the man, who must have been the chieftain of that warband, a colossus of meat and  pus, standing next to a bloated man dressed in capes covering two insectoid wings, after a magic attack from the second one melted the first ten gors that were assaulting them.
Then the Chieftain rose his rusted sword against Groshnak, saying loudly with a guttural voice:

"I'm Kergal, serve of Nurgleth, and today you will kneel to me, in surrender or in death!"

Groshnak gnashed his teeth in rage and with a waving of his hand signaled to his gors to stand apart, because now was betwenn he and Kergal.
With a slow laughter the man prepared to withstand his attacker, who came to him running in anger with his two maces prepared to strike.
When the blow came, the Chieftain didn't move, simply taking the hit that moved all his fat and decaying meat, continuing to laught, with his free hand, faster than Groshnak could think, he grabbed his harm, hurling him away with no effort, under the laughter of the marauders and the shouting from the beastmen. The warchief rose up growling, returning to attack. The battle continued for a long time, but all the damage that Groshnak dealt to Kergal simply made no effect at all, the man was always standing there laughting. At last, when Kergal bored of his little game, simply gutted with an incredibly strong blow the gor, saying to his man:

"Slash them all..."

All the gors fell that day, save for two of them that were left alive and taken as prisoners. Before the black of the death obscured Groshnak view, Rothgar, the seer, lowered to him, asking the same thing he once asked to Kergal:

"Do you want to live?"

From that day, the beaten gor was reborn in nurgle favour and joined his warband with his two survived gors, because this was Nurgle will, as told by the seer.

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