Monday, 29 January 2018

The Sleeping King Awakes...

The night sky above Spiteshade Vale was clear, thousands of bright blue stars flickered in the heavens. Green, blue, red and pink lowing spites flittered amongst the leaves and branches of the Ghyfir trees. Within the ancient Aelf tower Mandia Nightlock suddenly bolted upright from her dreams, her head still rang with the sound of the warhorn, Orion?!

She cleared her head and focused on what she had seen, Arthyr and his Wanderers had made it to the Realm of Fire. They had appeared in the Charred Forest and claimed the area around the Dragon gate, setting to work brining life magic to the devastated vegetation. She saw Arthyr and her sisters approach a giant charred oak and start the process of healing. Bright green blossoms burst across the branches of the tree, swirling white runes flared to life around the mighty trunk.

The ground beneath their feet trembled, the white flaring lines of the runes speared into the earth and suddenly shot out across the ruined ground and into the distance. Then a horn blared, the sound came from everywhere, her hair stood on end, her eyes widening, her desire to run and hunt became hard to ignore... Then she had awoken, along with a power that had long been thought lost...

Monday, 22 January 2018

The Dragon Gate

Arthyr and his allies appeared out of the mist and into another part of the forested realm of the Great Green Torc, this was where they would find the ancient Dragon gate which connected this part of Ghyran with the realm of fire. Arthyr sent the Mithrin brothers, Kiro and Seral, to scout the forest ahead. Arthyr and his allies knew there were still greenskin in these parts and would have to fight through them to reach the gate.

Kiro and Seral ran through the forest canopy , feet deftly finding purchase on the branches and trunks of trees. Kiro leapt across a gap twice his height, catching a branch with his free hand and swinging himself up onto the next tree. Seral clambered further up the tree swung his rope out and across to the tree that Kiro had landed in. The two brothers had grown up amidst the forests outside of Spiteshade Vale and their father had told them stories of how their ancestors had watched over the Night Glades of the ancient realm of Modryn, unseen within the forest canopy.
Suddenly both brothers stopped, on the air they could smell something off, something that didn't belong in Ghyran... Greenskin.. They stalked quietly around the Greenskin camp, taking their time to analyse the enemy.
"Grots... lots of Grots..." Whispered Kiro.
"And they've brought spiders and squigs along..." Quietly chuckled Seral. Seral's swirling tattoos started to glow all over his body, as he started to prepare for the fight. Kiro knew this was the sign that things were about to get fun, he pulled his hood up and drew his long bow.
"I guess you should signal to Arthyr then brother?" Whispered Seral to Kiro with a grin.
With that, a fiery green arrow launched from Kiro's bow signalling the other Wanderers hiding in wait further back in the forest.

Arthyr sat perched at the base of a mighty Ghyfir tree waiting for the signal from the Mithrin brothers, there, a fiery green arrow arced over the trees and landed inches from Arthyr's head. He turned to his warriors, "Our quarry has been found, time to slay them and reclaim the dragon gate."

As the Wanderers of Spiteshade Vale advanced thunder crashed overhead, as seven spears of lightning smashed into the earth ahead of the Wanderers... Uhtred and his Prosecutors surged forward to attack and stem the counter-attack from the Greenskin.

The spider mounted Grots slammed into the Stormcasts as they held the line allowing the Wanderers to slip in flanking positions before sending a storm of arrows into the Greenskin ranks.

Aertas's rangers surged forward to hunt down a giant squig beast. They quickly ran through the wooded terrain and tore into the beasts flanks, hacking massive swathes from its flesh. In no time at all the beast had been brought down.

Meanwhile, Uhtred and his Stormcast were not faring well. The spiders had sent several Prosecutors back to Azyrheim leaving only Uhtred and his two champions. Arthyr knew that he could not make it to save his friend and ally, and if he tried Uhtred's sacrifice would be in vain. Arthyr slipped back into the shadow paths and headed closer to the Dragon Gate. When he re-appeared, Uhtred was gone along with his last Prosecutors. Arthyr knew that he must claim this gate back and continue through to the Flamescar Plateau.

The Wanderers continued to hunt down the scattered Greenskin, stalking them through the forest. The Greenskin were in disarray, every time they tried to counter attack the Wanderers would vanish in the mists only to reappear elsewhere in the forest. Arthyr, made the most of the confusion and headed to the gate, slaying any straggling Greenskin which crossed his path.

As he reached the gate, a mist formed around its base and a horned silhouette appeared. Arthyr prepared to battle, drawing the Modryn Blade from his back and carving a line around him in the soil. "Know that you come to your death, by the scion of Tal Stornos!" Arthyr called into the mist.
A familiar chuckle danced through the mist, this was no enemy! "Rhavon! What... How? Where did you come from?" Laughed Arthyr. 
"Ah, Princeling. So serious. I have come back to guide you through the Dragon Gate. I also want to visit the Flamescar Plateau, it's been to long." Rhavon chuckled, his voice ancient beyond count.

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

The Call to War

The rain had ceased it downpour for the moment, scattered around Arthyr and his warband were the remains of a dozen squigs and at least as many Grots. Arthyr looked around to get an idea of the damage sustained to his brave Aelves; most were injured and a couple were lying with their life blood mingling in the mud and grime. He had felt their spirits pass from this mortal realm and said a quiet prayer to Kurnous.

Before he could finish his prayer and contemplate their losses, the sound of angelic wings broke through the sound of distant thunder. Uhtred landed heavily splashing mud across Arthyr's soaked cloak. The two old friends, soaked and tired, embraced each others hands in the warriors grip and nodded a welcome.

"Arthyr, war approaches. The Flamescar Plateau is being invaded by the forces of Chaos, Death and Destruction. We cannot let the treasures and knowledge of the ancient Agloraxi fall into their hands. Our scryers at Spiteshade have also seen us battling together again, hunting and slaying the minions of Chaos."

The message delivered by Uhtred to Arthyr was not easy for him to hear. His friend and ally needed his help, but he had yet to reach the Tower of the Eternal Wood. He knew that if he were to abandon his quest now the Tower would likely be overrun by greenskin.

"I must take a moment to meditate on this news old friend." Arthyr replied.

Arthyr stalked across the clearing and sat cross legged under the closest tree, closed his eyes and focused on the magical vortex under Spiteshade. There his mind met with his chief spellsinger - Mandia Nightlock. There she confirmed the news and the importance of leaving his quest and mustering his forces to leave for the realm of fire.

"Uhtred Greenwing, we leave to hunt!" Arthyr called as he rose.

The rain started again, shrouding the Sentinels of Spiteshade as they vanished into a swirling mist, leaving the Tower of the Eternal Wood to the greenskins for now...

The Modryn Return

Arlos Darkleaf’s Tree-like features cracked with what might have resembled a smile, “So you cling to your old life and old name?Good, good...