The Hunter

The scorched ground was a painful experience for Arthyr and his Wanderers to witness. This was a blatant attack on Life and they felt obliged to heal and revive the damaged land they had explored so far in the Realm of Fire. This Scorched Forest would be their bastion, and they would slay all who meant it harm.

Arthyr stood beneath a charred and broken tree, ancient symbols were carved into its trunk and still faintly glowed white with Life. Next to him his pet and friend Tui darted back and forth trying to catch the small flame beetles that were so common in this part of the forest. Mandia Nightlock sat at the base of the tree, her green hair swirling in an unseen vortex as usual. Arthyr and Mandia were discussing the vision of Orion they had both witnessed and discussed what it might mean.

They had both barely managed to walk away from an ambush by two separate Grot clans. In the midst of the battle an Avatar of the Hunt had appeared and fought bravely alongside the Wanderers, however he was only a small portion of the power Orion held and was eventually slain by the Greenskins. Arthyr had been badly injured and now focussed on healing and planning with Mandia while his sister Lyloth patrolled with the rangers.

Initially they had both believed the vision had been a sign that Orion would return to them, however, when the Avatar had been slain they worried this was an ill omen. As they discussed their thoughts, the withered and broken tree suddenly shuddered, the ancient runes which had only faintly been glowing earlier flared to life, bright blue and green light bursting forth from the runes. As the tree shook the same blue and green light appeared through a rent in the dry and parched earth directly in front of them and shot away drawing a straight line of blazing light through the ground. Arthyr and Mandia looked at each other, one word escaped from their lips at the same time: “Ley-line!”

Lyloth strode through the ruined woods of the forest, ahead she could see the top of an ancient Aelven waystone, the bright white stonework shone in the light. Her rangers had returned and confirmed that a force of Grots were attempting to pull down the waystones and set up some form of filthy fortification. She would not stand for this, she would kill them all and secure the ancient site. She directed her force to spread out and surround the Grots. As Lyloth turned to head towards her position she was confronted by a stranger, an Aelf, not of her kin. He took a knee in old formal traditions and introduced himself. “Princess Lyloth, I am Aranion. I have been tracking the Sentinels of Tal Stornos for weeks and wish to join your ranks.”

His formality and unusual accent through Lyloth off, the Sentinels of Tal Stornos were not known for their adherence to high born traditions. They grew up in the forests and wilderness, being beneath the forest canopy was where they were comfortable, not under some constructed building. She looked him up and down, he was well armed and equipped, bow and shield hung over his shoulder while an ancient looking sword hung from his belt. His skin was tanned by the sun, whereas the Aelves of her kin had ethereal green skin from their close proximity to the realm of Life and the secret magical vortex at the heart of Spiteshade Vale.

“Stand up Aelf! No-one calls me Princess apart from my Father, and he left the realm of the living long ago.” Replied Lyloth. “You look as if you can handle yourself in a fight, but can you hunt and live through a battle? I guess we will see. Follow my sisters and support them, they should keep you safe.” She turned away and headed to her position before arrows rained down on the Grots catching them unaware.

The battle was fast and bloody, the Grots had their pet gargant and his pet squigoth with them both reaping a high toll on the Wanderers before being brought down. The Grot chief slipped away in the carnage with a large force of Grots. As the Wanderers secured the waystones a line of brilliant blue and green light flared to life across the cracks and runes of the waystones, the trees around the area started to sway as if caught in a gale. Lyloth looked around, taking in the sight, as the trees swayed she could see patches of colour breaking through the burnt and cracked bark. Life was returning, these trees were fighting back the damage caused years before. Aranion approached Lyloth; “Princess, it seems we might be witnessing a new season.” He smiled, cocking an eyebrow at her.

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...

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.

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...

Airship down

Chapter 5

The forest canopy sped by under the hull of his faithful Ironclad 'Grim Lady'. Vaughm Stormmantle looked through his periscope, there in the distance he could see the monstrous tree surging through the canopy and then disappearing into the cloud cover. He must reach his cousin Beldak, there was danger coming... An Oruk warlord, violent and savage was making his way through the forest.


Suddenly Vaughm was shaken from his thoughts as a green explosion burst from the side of the 'Grim Lady'. He looked down to the forest, more green flaming balls were hurtling towards his ship.
"All hands on deck! Prepare to engage!" Shouted Vaughm as his Ironclad started to lose altitude.

Gonza the Mad cackled hysterically as he hurled arcane ball after ball at the stunty airship. His trusty guards Baz and Bol were grinning from the top of their squig mounts, the flicker of blood lust in their eyes. The plan had worked, and down fell the stunties, right into the squig feeding grounds... This going to be fun!
"Lads! Go bring me some beards! Our Boss demands 'em!" Screamed Gonza.



The latest battle saw King Beldak's cousin Vaughm crash into Grot occupied woods. Surrounded by squigs Vaughm and a handful of brave Kharadron Arkanauts had to hold out while King Beldak raced through the forest to reach them.
The Arkanauts sacrificed themselves to protect Vaughm long enough for Beldak and his Duardin to arrive and slay the squigs. Beldak himself accounted for no less than a dozen squigs. In the face of the might of Beldak and his band Gonza fled the field of battle to return to his Boss with news of what had happened...

The Ritual

Chapter four

Through the rain, mist and trees an unusual green light flickered and flashed off in the distance. The Grots were up to no good, whatever they were doing it needed to be stopped. King Beldak Ironhouse turned to his war band;

"The Grots are somewhere ahead, and they need to be shown the sharp side of our axes!"


The next battle saw our brave Duardin war band heading into a forest clearing to stop the Grots from completing a dark ritual. Beldak and his Duardin battled through the spider mounted Grots and brought down Shagduf Blacktongue before he could complete his ritual.

As the storm raged through the forest around the Tower of the Eternal Wood, Arthyr could feel something sinister and dark creeping at the each of his senses. He knew Beldak and his Duardin had engaged with the Grots again, but there was something else happening... Another ritual on the other side of the forest... A summoning? Nimue approached him and confirmed his fears;

"Arthyr, the Greenskins are trying to summon an ancient power to assist them in pillaging the Tower. We must stop them."

The next battle for the Wanderers had them also trying to stop a ritual from being completed. Through the rain the Wanderers surged from the forest the wipe out the Grots and their Troggoth allies. Unfortunately a handful of Aelves were smashed aside by the brutish Troggoths before Arthyr could get there. Arthyr and his rangers fought valiantly but were overwhelmed by the combined might of Troggoths, Oruks and Grots. Luckily, Lythal managed to bring down Lugrat before he completed the ritual then the remaining Wanderers grabbed the wounded and retreated back into the forest.

Shagduf Blacktongue and Lugrat Snoteye...

Chapter One

The forest loomed out in front of King Beldak Ironhouse and his war band. Rumor's had reached him that this Aelf Tree Tower had ur-gold hidden within its depth. This needed to be recovered by his Duardin warriors.

From his lookout within the branches of the trees he could see the hated Duardin marching, he patted his spiders flank, today we will feast on Duardin flesh. Shagduf Blacktongue whistled back to the other hidden Grots and their spider mounts. They skittered off and surrounded the unaware Duardin war band.



The first encounter of the campaign happened between the Duardin and the Grot spider riders. The Duardin caught off guard were mercilessly attacked and forced back, however as the spiders looked to finish the Duardin a group of Aelves arrived and helped the Duardin drive back the Grots and their spiders.

Finally, after marching through the night the had caught up with the Grot war band. "Troggoths, 3 none the less!" Thought Arthyr. This hunt would not be easy pickings, first to figure out who was leading this rabble of Greenskins. He sent Tui off to observe the Grots and soon located a loud and rough looking Grot barking orders at the other Grots. Arthyr turned to Lythal, "Start with the leader, I'll take care of the Troggoths."

"Who has my boot!" Screamed Lugrat Snoteye; "When I find the Grot who has my boot, I'll shove it down your throat you filthy worms!" Lugrat had heard there were Duardin in the forest and that his cousin Shagduf was heading to eliminate them. "Damn him and his spiders!" He thought.


The first battle for the Wanderers pitted them against the Troggoths and Grots under the command of Lugrat Snoteye. The Wanderers surrounded the Greenskins and quickly picked them off, while Arthyr strode through the Troggoths and butchered them. They then pursued Lugrat as he fled through the forest only to lead the Wanderers to the embattled Duardin.

Chapter Two

"My Lord Battlebeard, we've heard reports that the Grots have seized an ur-gold relic and are taking it back to their encampment. Our scouts have located them not far from here. Shall we go hunting?"

"Move it you miserable whelps! We have to get this shiny to the camp and melt it down before we come across those stunties or pointy eared bastards." Screeched Lugrat as his Grots and Troggoths made their way through the forest path.


The second battle for the Duardin found them springing an ambush on Lugrat's warband in order to recover an ur-gold relic. The Duardin quickly took down the Troggoth vanguard and moved in to wipe out the remaining Grots while Lugrat slipped away into the forest to lick his wounds.

Nimue raced through the forest, she could hear the Grots and their foul spiders pursuing her. She sprang into the next clearing and there they were, Prince Arthyr Stornos and his companions.
"I need your help! Filthy Grots are hunting me!"

"Faster! Move it Dimleg! We must catch the she-Aelf!" Growled Shagduf to his spider mount. His Grots had found the wandering Aelf as she was singing to the trees, but she was too fast on her horned steed. "If she makes it to find help, I'll have your guts for garters!!!"


The second battle for the Wanderers pitted them against Shagduf's spider riders. After suffering more casualties than Arthyr was prepared for the Aelves managed to drop enough of the Grots to make them flee back into the forest and leave the path clear for them to escort Nimue back to their hideout.


Chapter 3

From deep within the Tower of the Eternal Wood, Talu sat, cross legged in meditation. His new sense gifted to him from his True Queen prickled and twitched. He watched his distant brethren battling the foul green skins that were coming to his tower; he watched as the greedy Duardin slowly progressed through the forest, their hearts set on the ur-gold which was weaved through the mighty trees that formed this Tower.


He had dispatched dryads to observe and quietly interrupt with the interlopers progress. He needed time to complete the Tower, the roots went deep and spread far, but they needed to go further if they were to complete their quest. Through the gloom and mist that blanketed the room strode Talu's friend and body guard. Once he had been known as the Shadow King, Alith Anar, now he was known as Anaroth, Hunter of Kurnoth and Guardian Eternal. His mighty bow slung over his back, and a massive great blade in his hand he made an impressive silhouette in the mist.


"Ah, my friend. What news do you bring?" Talu said as he rose from his meditation.
"I have found him, the leader of the Greenskins. I come to request leave to pursue him." The words made no noise, but resounded within Talu's head. He nodded his approval and with that Anaroth strode out into the gloom.