I'm sorry that there were no pictures last time, I promise that it won't happen (very often) again!
Dorrin wandered the Old World for many a night, when awake he would slay all the abominations he came across and when he managed to snatch some sleep he would hear whispers in his nightmares. He was promised redemption, honour and even a glorious death if only he would follow the voice. There were promises of worthy foes, more of those that slew his brothers in arms. What more could one who has taken the Oath wish for than this chance to settle such a grudge?
His nightmares started to bleed across into the real world, he would dream of his skin turning to stone, of wings erupting from his back and the world drowning in blood. When he woke he'd find some of these things to be true. The voice told him that these changes would help him overcome his foes.
One evening, still drunk with rage after all these days, he stumbled into a clearing in a great forest and instinctively knew that this was the place the voice in the night had guided him to. In the middle of this clearing was a great standing stone covered in fetishes and grisly trophies. Surrounding it was a braying herd of beastmen worshippers of Slaanesh. Dorrin gripped his axe tight, roared aloud and charged in, hacking left and right. To his surprise his battle cry was echoed from the far side of the clearing as another group of beasts answered his call and committed to battle also.
The fight was brief and violent. After but a few minutes all that remained were Dorrin and a small herd of Beastmen all in red, gold and dirty metal lead by an Elf wielding a glaive. As one they knelt down and pledged their allegiance to him, their new champion. Dorrin understood and accepted. With an army behind him he would seek revenge on the forces of the Pleasure God.
Blood will pay for blood.
Dorrin wandered the Old World for many a night, when awake he would slay all the abominations he came across and when he managed to snatch some sleep he would hear whispers in his nightmares. He was promised redemption, honour and even a glorious death if only he would follow the voice. There were promises of worthy foes, more of those that slew his brothers in arms. What more could one who has taken the Oath wish for than this chance to settle such a grudge?
His nightmares started to bleed across into the real world, he would dream of his skin turning to stone, of wings erupting from his back and the world drowning in blood. When he woke he'd find some of these things to be true. The voice told him that these changes would help him overcome his foes.
One evening, still drunk with rage after all these days, he stumbled into a clearing in a great forest and instinctively knew that this was the place the voice in the night had guided him to. In the middle of this clearing was a great standing stone covered in fetishes and grisly trophies. Surrounding it was a braying herd of beastmen worshippers of Slaanesh. Dorrin gripped his axe tight, roared aloud and charged in, hacking left and right. To his surprise his battle cry was echoed from the far side of the clearing as another group of beasts answered his call and committed to battle also.
The fight was brief and violent. After but a few minutes all that remained were Dorrin and a small herd of Beastmen all in red, gold and dirty metal lead by an Elf wielding a glaive. As one they knelt down and pledged their allegiance to him, their new champion. Dorrin understood and accepted. With an army behind him he would seek revenge on the forces of the Pleasure God.
Blood will pay for blood.
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| Melondil Nightnoon |
Melondil Nightnoon - Dark Elf 5 Hero
| M | WS | BS | S | T | W | I | A | Ld | Int | Cl | WP |
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5
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5
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5
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4(5)
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3
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1
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7
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2
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8
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9
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9
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8
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| Patches | Goldie |
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| Mr Wuffles | Fred |
Scab Moon Clan - 8 Beastmen
1 with two hand weapons, 1 with bow and 1 with spear| M | WS | BS | S | T | W | I | A | Ld | Int | Cl | WP |
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4
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4
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3
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3
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4
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2
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3
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1
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7
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6
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7
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6
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5 with hand weapon, shields and light armour
Gnaw-Feast Clan - 7 Skaven
| M | WS | BS | S | T | W | I | A | Ld | Int | Cl | WP |
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5
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3
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3
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3
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3
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1
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4
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1
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6
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6
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5
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7
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As a level 10 Hero, Dorrin received three rolls on the follower tables. Dorrin's retinue consists of two groups of beastmen, one of which is made up of the smaller but more agile skaven. The third group was rolled up as hobgoblins but I felt that no self respecting dwarf would accept greenskin followers so this was re-rolled as a single Dark Elf. Reading the Dark Elf rules in WFB I noted that a Dark Elf could be an assassin and that assassins are at minimum a level 5 hero. This seems the best interpretation of the chart and will provide a fine second-in-command for Dorrin as well as someone who can receive gifts of Chaos Armour and weapons.
Overall I'm pretty happy, it's a decent amount of models to paint and should look fairly cohesive on the field. It would have been great to have something big such as a troll, minotaur or hound but the assassin should make up for that if he doesn't get squished right away! I've chosen a red/brown/silver colour scheme overall to mark them out as servants of Khorne and orange/red shields to show their allegiance to both Khorne and their new Slayer Champion. I've tried to vary the skin/fur tones a fair amount whilst still sticking to what would be relatively 'realistic'. I'm also taking this opportunity to experiment with different skin tones.
I'll post up the rest of the Beastmen (and a rather saucy thug) soon and I have to get to converting Dorrin himself.
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