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|Zandrak Bear Butter||
Posted: Jan 30 2012, 09:17 AM
Member No.: 6,726
Joined: 29-January 12
Heres something I got from the Bretonnian forum I frequent. Post the story of your WAAAAGH! or your warboss/leader. After all its all fun and games.
My fluff is still a work in progress since I only came up with it a few days ago.
The warboss known as Zandrak is an orc who hails from the mountains bordering the Empire. Here the bitterly cold weather mixed with the high winds could freeze a man in secounds and could pose a problem even for an orc! Here, the warboss with the biggest fire attracts most of the boyz (It warm) and also attracs enimies to their position (So we'z dont 'ave ta go lookin fora fight) the bigger the fire the further it can be seen.
Now, Zandrak was captured while raiding a human settalment after his boyz legged it (Zoggin gitz) and spent a day, bound in a cage awaiting exicution. Luckly for him, this particular village was raided by a beastmen heard, and Zandrak escaped in the confusion (Afta, 'eadbuttin an kickin ma way though 'em). The next couple of days saw him trecking back to the mountains and along the way, he looked up at the sun and he noticed that it always went the same way and settled in the east. and he said to himself
"Da sun is made of fire, an its big. An if da sun goes to sleep over dere, den if I get sum boyz and ride afta it, we'z can catch it. Den I'll 'ave da biggest fire an it dont need wood ta burn."
So, he continued up the mountain, running into the biggest bear he had ever seen ('E were ugly). Squaring up to the beast he managed to fight it (Wit me 'andz tied behind me back) and killed it with a mighty headbutt. Using its teeth he managed to cut his bonds and skin it so he could continue the treck up the mountains to his mobs cave. Dispatching the unruly boy who took his place ('E 'ad a soft skull, hurr hurr hurr) he convinced the other boyz to join him in his waagh! Afterall, if they could hunt mammoths and rhinox, the sun should be an easy catch.
Posted: Jan 30 2012, 01:21 PM
Group: Global Moderators
Member No.: 5,376
Joined: 1-July 09
Well mine is all in my army blog but here are some of my characters backgrounds which is synomous with their tribe/waaagh's history.
One of Grom the Paunch’s most trusted (which isn’t very trust worthy at all!) bosses, Snikpik Nosesmackgood earned his name from his ability to keep Gobbo’s in line. If you ever come across one of the little gits with a broken nose then you can bet that he’s stepped out of line. As with many of Grom’s bosses, Snikpik sports a Dwarf Great Weapon which he looted at the battle of Iron Gate in 2410. On the orders of Grom himself Snikpik ordered his underling Gobbo’s to fashion him a chariot; emulating Grom himself. Snikpik won himself notoriety on the streets of Nuln during the celebrated Goblin chariot races that took place there when Grom’s Waaagh swept over it. After being tasked to seek out more Green skins for the cause, Snikpik managed to get lost. He now commands part of the Waaagh and is still searching for Grom, un-be-known to him however Grom has already set sail for Bretonnia!
During a terrible storm that scattered Orc, Goblin and the pursuing Empire ship’s a like, Greenlip Scabbottom and ‘da skull boyz’ found them selves a float in the Dragons Maw; the Snotlings that were manning the paddle wheels were either washed away or eaten by the remaining Gobbo’s – they all agreed that this was the best solution to ‘da problem’ probably only thinking of their bellies and not the real problem to hand! This culinary interlude was however not a good long term plan and suffice to say they didn’t last long in those turbulent waters. Eventually they had to abandon the sinking doomed ship. It was every Gobbo fer im self!
Greenlip and da Skull Boyz found them selves washed up on a pebbly beach on the north coast of ‘L’Anguille’, a province in the corrupt kingdom of Bretonnia. Cutting the story short some what, (there just isn’t enough room here to write about the many misadventures of these brave and plucky Gobbo’s had,) Greenlip and co found themselves in the less than Stella ‘Artois’ province. For those that don’t know this part of Bretonnia it is well known as it lies with in the ‘Forest of Arden’. It is here where Greenlip Scabbottom found and conquered forest Goblin and other Goblinoid tribes - who thus joined the (some what beleaguered) Waaagh.
As you can see, Greenlip Scabbottom has a Dwarf Great Weapon which he looted at the battle of Iron Gate in 2410. He also has a helm in his left hand. This is designed to represent the helm of Discord*. Greenlip stumbled across this arcane item as he travelled south through ‘L’Anguille’. Da Skull Boyz came across and looted a mysterious run down chapel, protected by some Knight that didn’t much like Gobbo’s. It was here that it was found, along side a certain golden cup. Greenlip found this helm to be a suitably sneaky item, giving him the possibility to prevent enemy characters from fighting back! He however discarded the cup. After all, what use was a mere cup? Gold was for Dwarf’s anyway! Plus cups aren’t so sneaky are they?
Greenlip currently resides in the Forest of Arden looking for an exit to not-so-Stella ‘Artois’, fighting and hewing questing knights and beastmen similarly with his Dwarf’en great axe. With his new helm Greenlip vowed that he would never feel washed up again and he would finish off what the big boss Grom had already started. Thus a new Waaagh in the heart of Bretonnia was born...
Da Mangla Tribe
Morgoz da Boarflattna
The Warboss formerly known as Morgoz da Mangla was once famous through out the badlands for his battle winning Boar charges. He would roll up the flanks of enemy green skin tribes and make whole mobs of Orc’s and Goblins ‘run fer da hills’ by recklessly charging in to them. Back then this tactic worked very well and it gained Morgoz the reputation of ‘da Mangla’ as all that was left were trails of mangled up green skin limbs where ever Morgoz went.
Around a year ago however, Morgoz began to sense a change through out the badlands as his trusted tactic was starting to fail him. Little did he know that change was happening through out the whole of the Warhammer world, battles were just being fought differently and Morgoz couldn’t put his large green warty finger on it? He figured it was a possible change in the culture of how battles were fought, perhaps infantry had started getting smarter and not running away on a whim, this was what he affectionately called ‘da boyz growin a set of balls’. Morgoz did not know why but he knew it was as if some one had come along and had re-written the rules of battle! What ever it sucked as far as he was concerned.
Finally around 6 months ago and on his sixteenth attempt at charging 50 Orc’s head on with only 6 Boar Boyz and failing to make them run away from single charges he began to blame his once trusted Boar ‘Porkchop’. Morgoz led him out in front of his boyz and started ‘givin im a lesson in da art of war’. Unfortunately for Porkchop he understood little and showed his understanding even less. Poor Porkchop could only ‘oink’ and at this Morgoz lost his temper. With the red mist coming over him he bare handed ripped open Porkchop and killed him (no more oink oinks from him!) Morgoz was seen three days later still jumping up and down on Porkchops remains. At this spectacle, the boyz stopped calling him da Mangla and now called him Morgoz da Boarflattna. The story is still related around camp fires of an evening as they recall with a roar: ‘da boyz feasted on flat chop’s fer supper dat evenin’.
It was the Orc Shaman ‘Buugash da loony’, in his quest to enhance his position in the tribe, who later presented Morgoz with Porkchop’s flattened hide. On seeing the once proud boar as flat as a pancake, Morgoz realised what he had done and became decidedly upset, unusually so for an Orc. It was weeks before Morgoz finally got over the death of his favourite Boar, though some would argue that he never has.
Having gone slightly mad from depression Morgoz is now seen leading his tribe to battle in his usual style – charging ‘da enemy’ head on. He however no longer charges on the back of a boar. Instead he likes to point out that Porkchop is still alive and rides to battle on Morgoz’s back – a fact few would willingly dispute for fear of being flattened themselves!
Adorned with Basha’s axe of stunty smashin, Grimshak has become a legend amongst Green skin tribes through out the Worlds Edge Mountains. Grimshak has become the bane of many a Dwarf foraging party.
When Grimshak was younger he was set upon by a decidedly large giant wolf named Fang. Fang was well known through out the lands by Orc, Goblin, Dwarf and Human’s alike. It fed on pretty much anything that moved and all of them feared it, except Grimshak. Grimshak ripped apart the Wolf bare handed in a fit of rage. To this day he still wears its mane as a symbol of his fearsomeness!
Grimshak earned his name because he likes nothing better than playing about with dead Dwarf corpses and attempting to ‘put them back together again’ in order that he and ‘da boyz’ can use them for target practice. Some of the results have earned him the name Grimshak Dwarfmootilata.
Grimshak still sports Fang’s head, mounted on a boss pole, complete with the skin draped over his back.
Da map of da tribes movements, including that of Grom:
This post has been edited by Snikpik on Jan 30 2012, 01:30 PM
|Zandrak Bear Butter||
Posted: Jan 30 2012, 04:46 PM
Member No.: 6,726
Joined: 29-January 12
Nice. And I love your models too.