The Capn's Fluff-Shop

[CaptainSarathai]

Gree, I am still taking requests, thank you for asking- it seems to have tempted a few requests out of people.
I'll work on the two new requests, plus Hoe-Land's work. Gree, if you'd like to put in a request, I'll work on yours as well.

[Nagash]

Gree, I am still taking requests, thank you for asking- it seems to have tempted a few requests out of people.
I'll work on the two new requests, plus Hoe-Land's work. Gree, if you'd like to put in a request, I'll work on yours as well.

Just don't forget about the Arena I haven't seen any posts from you there in a while (when I think of it, it can be my subscription which have messed up the whole thing ) and I would like the thread to run smoothly


//Naggy

[CaptainSarathai]

The trouble that I bumped into with the arena is that while I was/am prepared to do all of the required writing, I wasn't aware that putting 32 characters into one arena was a mammoth undertaking. The most difficult part is getting all of the builds straight. I had been checking builds as I wrote intros, but I need to work on a card system or something to organize fights. I go to bed every night feeling guilty for the fact that the arena has stagnated, but between work, school, and this fight with the builds, I need to find a chance to sit down and work it all out.

[Nagash]

I go to bed every night feeling guilty for the fact that the arena has stagnated, but between work, school, and this fight with the builds, I need to find a chance to sit down and work it all out.

If it helps, I can really admit that I rely on your skills You're good, so don't let anything bother you... hehe

[Hoe-land]

so bloody excited, gonna get some fluff for my army. thanks mang

[CaptainSarathai]

I'm glad you're so excited, but wait no longer- your fluff is here. I kept to your idea of a mounted force of marauders or nomands, and it sounds a lot like Mongols. The mongols were a constant threat to ancient China, and much of the eastern world. They would ride through the countryside sowing terror, and then demand payment from that land's ruler for protection. The mongol 'empire' was less of an empire, and more of a network of states that were paying tithes to the mongols, who would return each year to collect their payment. Now, imagine the same thing, but with a far more dramatic set of circumstances. And that is where your fluff comes in- the Reign of Tzer Khan.

While the Old World faces the constant but scattered ravages of Northmen attack, tales from the farthest corner of the world bring word of untold horror. As the twin moons crest the horizon and the sickly green moon of Morrslieb is in dominance, a terrifying horde of unstoppable proportions descends on the northern provinces of Cathay.

From the frigid snow banks north of the Great Bastion, Tzer Khan looks out at the weak, fertile lands of the South and waits for the nights when his sorcerers’ magic will flow the strongest and his horde is driven wild with bloodlust. Then, at the very cresting of the true Chaos, he leads his army southwards to revenge.

The outcast sons of Cathay, the Damned, the Mad, and the Exquisite sweep southwards and butcher any unfortunate soul who dares stray in their path. Behind them they leave the broken bodies of soldier and innocent, old and young, man and woman, and the sick and defenseless. The Cathayans call the band ‘Despair’s Pariahs’, the hounds of death themselves who strike terror into the hearts of a nation. And none would believe that it’s led by one of their own sons.

Exiled over two hundred years ago, Tze Liam had been a maddened lunatic who roamed the streets of Cathay’s largest port city. Screaming incoherently about a force beyond reckoning, more powerful than Nature or the Emperor himself, Tze Liam butchered over six dozen people in a single night. The man should have been destroyed utterly, hanged, quartered, and burned with his ashes scattered to the wind and his bones fed to the dogs, in accordance with Cathayan law. However, in a disturbing twist of fate, Tze Liam was allowed to live. Condemned to eternal exile, Tze was sent into the raging seas aboard a simple raft. Rumors persist to this day that he was the disinherited elder brother of the bloodthirsty Emperor Hahn-Xoe himself.

Tze was never seen again until after Hahn Xoe was in his grave. The last handful of dirt was barely settled when an armored warrior of the North appeared atop a great twin headed dragon. Landing in the midst of the elegant ceremony, the warrior paused only to place a single blighted purple rose atop the grave before delivering a confusing ultimatum. For every year of his exile, Tze would kill one person.

The new ruler of Cathay scoffed at such a weak threat. The rule of Jang ze Hu was the shortest in Cathayan history. Decapitating the unfortunate ruler on the very day of his coronation, Tze continued his speech without pausing. Tze had been exiled for eternity, and there were not enough citizens in all of Cathay to sate such bloodlust. The warrior climbed back atop his dragon and flew off towards the frozen North.

Once again, Tze seemed to have disappeared. In truth, he wandered inconspicuously through the cities and towns of Cathay. Dark and mysterious events clouded the realm as he travelled. Streams ran backwards, crops withered in the fields, and babies were born with claw-marks across their flesh. All of this was only a precursor to the storm to come. As he travelled, Tze gathered the unwanted and the unloved. He accepted any and all able bodied fighter- man or woman, young or old. Dissention, riots, and cults sprang up all across Cathay, and there is no counting how many may have been initiated by this wandering warmonger.

Eventually Tze realized that his following had become too large to go unnoticed in Cathay. He led his disciples away, into the freezing north. As they stepped over the border to Cathay, he made each swear an oath. He demanded fealty and unswerving loyalty from every follower, and a vow that they would join him in his eternal exile, and in his oath to kill one cathayan for every year.

Another half a century passed without Tze. Cathayan scouts had followed the trail of hundreds of frozen corpses as they made their way into the snowdrifts of the North, and the Emperor had proclaimed Tze and all of his followers to have died in the cold. Tze and his dire portents had faded from the memory of the populace, and life in Cathay had returned to normal.

It was doubly alarming then, when the crop failures returned, the streams reversed, and babes were born into the world mangled and torn. Magistrates and priests alike sifted through tomes and ancient scrolls to find the cause for such maladies, but only days later- it arrived at their doorstep.

Raging down from the snowy north, bands of fast moving cavalry rode from town to town, slaughtering the inhabitants. The horsemen never stopped to pillage or loot, leaving only ghost towns and mounds of corpses for the carrion birds to feast upon. They seemed to ride on without hunger or need for sleep, and their horses seemed never to tire. Dire beasts rode the thermals overhead, supervising the carnage. Fiercest among them was an ancient twin-headed dragon, reigned in by a dark armored warrior with a brooding demeanor. He never stepped foot on the earth however, until the marauding horsemen ringed the imperial city itself.

The speed of the attack was so fast, that much of the emperor’s army was still scattered throughout Cathay, chasing ghosts and outdated reports of the enemy’s activities. The emperor simply awoke one morning, to find that his city was surrounded on all sides by an army of barbaric horsemen. The northmen had no scaling ladders, no battering rams, and no war machines though, and so the Emperor prepared for a lengthy siege.

With a gale of wing beats and a heavy thud, the previously aloof dragon and rider descended to the ground outside the gates. The rider was entirely shrouded in armor, and nothing could be seen of his face. He addressed the city in High Cathayan however, and demanded to speak with the Emperor. Trembling, and surrounded by guards, the Emperor answered the call.
“I am Tzer Khan” the rider began, “this is my dragon Idalguu, gifted to me by the Four Powers. My army has terrorized your populace for three weeks on this day. How would you buy your people’s freedom?”
The Emperor replied without pausing, “State your sum, and I will surrender all of the gold in the Empire,” he shouted, shaking with fear.
The rider’s head turned slowly, surveying the army that ringed the walls, and gauging the cities strength. “This sum is not sufficient. I shall kill one man for each year.”

With that, both dragon and rider disappeared into the billowing storm clouds overhead. The horde of northmen stayed behind, ringing the castle walls, until one day, they too disappeared.

A week later, the emperor received news that the dragon rider had gone alone to the emperor’s ancestral home. There, he had butchered the local guard and the imperial regiment sent to bolster the defense. Once they were defeated, the rider dismounted and stalked the streets alone, killing every one of the town’s citizens. He left the town an empty husk, riddled with corpses but otherwise unchanged. Then he disappeared again.

Tzer Khan has continued these attacks like clockwork. As the Cursed Moon takes precedent in the sky, an army of crazed riders strikes down from the North. No matter how the Emperors prepare for this attack, the riders always slip through their defenses and wreak havoc in the towns of the empire. Always, Tzer Khan watched from his dragon, and stands outside the palace of the emperor to ask
“How would you buy your people’s freedom”?
No emperor has been able to give an answer which pleased him- even those who offered their wives and daughters, the whole of the imperial coffers, or even their own lives. Every time, Tzer Khan only replied in his mournful tone, before butchering an unsuspecting town.

These attacks have continued for three hundred years. When the Cathayan’s built the Great Bastion, Tzer Khan and his pariah’s were still able to gain entry into Cathay. Other Northmen have offered Khan great sums of gold if he could steal particular artifacts for them from across the wall, but Khan always refuses, and his armies always leave Cathayan property untouched, except for the slaughtered citizens they leave in their wake. The reign of terror always lasts for six weeks exactly, and then the army disappears into the North again, as mysteriously as it had come. The Ruinous Gods favor Khan and his generals, but few pay heed to these dark patrons. Within Khan’s army, it seems that the Gods choose a particular regiment to favor, rather than vise versa.

Many a Cathayan is waiting for the day when Khan will be overcome with gifts and collapse into a writhing Spawn-Thing, but Khan’s fearsome will and his stance away from the gods has spared him from such depredations, and it is more likely that he will grow stronger with every passing century, until he achieve daemonhood, or there is not a man left to draw breath in Cathay.

I'll work on the other requests as well. And Nagash- I've noticed that you seem to be following me about on the forums. I'm glad there's someone out there with faith in me.

[Nagash]

And Nagash- I've noticed that you seem to be following me about on the forums. I'm glad there's someone out there with faith in me.

Hahahaha Just don't get cocky, I'm still the High Priest


//Nagash

[Hoe-land]

you sir are a god, i dont get how you made that from such a vague idea. thanks mate.

[Glavas]

Hey captain. I've got 2 requests if you're able to satisfy them.

Remember the fluff you wrote for my LM? Could you do another to especially introduce a character? A skink chielf?

Same orange coloured arrogant tactical focus but no saurus at all. Need an excuse for them to fight HE, DE and empire. Perhaps some guerilla mission type thing?

The army has;

A chief and 2 priests

just under 100 skinks
6 kroxigors
6 terradons
2 salamanders
3 stegadons (as mounts for the priests and chief)

How to do guerilla with stegadons and kroxigors?

The other is for a slaanesh WoC army.

It's a all Warrior army. no marauders. I want them to hate marauders. They will have rebelled from the normal WoC to pursue "perfection" In combat, they try to inflict as much pain as is possible without taking any wounds themselves.

Hero should be even worse than that. He needs to have a hatred for chaos other than slaanesh. They'll be facing Tzeentch daemons a lot.

There's no rush too, I know you've got the AoD to do aswell. I've tried writing it but I don't know enough about Fantasy to do it well.

Cheers,

Glavas

[Gammal]

Hello there! I would Like to request some lore writing for my Chaos Nurgle army.


Here is some info;


List:

(almost all units are ofcourse marked nurgle)

Hero - With a filth mace and a steed

1Chaos Sorc with book of secrets

13Chaos warriors, warbanner, shields, Full Comand (Sorc goes here)

5marauder horsemen (not marked)

5Chaos knights (Hero goes here or alone), shields FC (no champion)


Ok, so ive begun to convert my warriors (im just about done, pic is comming up soon)
And I thought it would be cool to have small and big mushrooms growing out of the filth.
Right now only 2 warriors have mushrooms, (1 in the neck, and the other one on one base)
So basicly I was wondering if I could have some lore explaining the mushrooms on my units (the units with most nurgle filth on them have the mushrooms atm).
Ive tryed to model the filth on the shields so it looks like its trying to overcome the other chaos mark(s) that where originally visable on the shields.
The filth on the banner is also where the chaos mark is (was)

As for a name for my character... hm.

morbus-ira mortalitas (for now, maybe il change it later) You can use Morbus in the story



I hope thats enough. If you have any questions feel free to ask.
Also, thanks alot for this thread. Im not much of a lore writer so this helps me out alot! <3


Edit: Hello again! I hope/hope not you have begun on my story yet.
If you have, you can chose to ignore this edit, if you have not, I would like to add something I just came up with.


The idea was that the army would be made up of individuals who had abandoned their former god and started to wander the world in surch of whatever they where after (glory, redemption, things like that) but got caught by nurgle while trying to escape

As you can see I from my list I mostly have armoured units, like warriors and knights etc, if possible I would like to fit this into the fluff aswell!

Sounds cool?