chimera model is from a boradgame called HATE by CMON, a great source for wdg models, ive made my doomlord and forsworn, shrine and some fallen from the box already and there are still manymore models in it to use
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fluff oriented Bat rep for you today, generated for the @Battle for Avras@ campaign:
Krastorax reluctantly stirred from his timeless slumber, the intrusions to his dreams had been all too frequent of late to dismiss any longer. Visions projected into his subconscious by the meddlesome sorceror Asmund once again, this time of the city of Avras, to some the ancient city, to Krastorax nothing more than a recently laid settlement.
Visions from high above the towers of warbands descending,the foul ratmen, the sinister undead legions and the pompous imperials all marching on the great city. even the longships of the jarls were making beach and moving in force. Something was afoot.
The scene in his mind swept nauseatingly through the clouds, northeast over the lands towards Krastorax's ancestral hall in the Sky Mountains, flitting about the landscape, showing to him the positions of yet more armies marching across the plains, the closest of which a glittering host of the self proclaimed "highborn" elves, straying far too close to his territory. The sorcerors intrusions to his dreams were unwelcome, but often very useful.
Krastorax shook his gigantic head and unfurled his mighty frame, stretching off the years of slumber, he stomped to the mouth of his great mountain cavern, the earth shaking beneath his colossal bulk. A terrifying roar issued forth from his fang lined maw, echoing around the Sky mountains for miles around. Lightning seemed to respond to his call, flickering and crackling around the snow capped peaks, as if summoned by some ancestral power. The lightning was followed by a deep rumble, not however the rumble of thunder, but the rumble of scores of feldraks and ironclad warriors, bellowing their support to the call of their leader. A dread legion of beasts and fell warriors assembled at the foot of Krastorax's mount.
A crooked grin, if a visage so monstrous could create such an expression, spread across the giant feldrakes face. Another age of bloodshed was about to begin. Krastorax thundered down the slope at impressive pace for such an enormous creature, to head the column of his devout followers. once more he bellowed at the skies a terrific sonorous blast, commanding the advance. With the vision of the elven expeditionary position firmly in his mind Krastorax began the march.
The Game: Marching Columns, King of the Hill
Ceding the more favourable terrain in favour of the early initiative Krasthorax Marched his column of monstrous beasts and steel clad killers into position to face down the puny elves
The elves in disarray at the sudden emergence of such a horrifying host make some grave positional blunders in the formation of their battleline. Taking advantage of such foolishness Krastorax orders swift flank advances, pushing his hounds to distract the elven cavalry while his tribe Elder and pet chimera take position to capitalise on the distraction.
With little choice but to clear out the dogs, the elven cavalry lower their lances and skewer the beasts. In a rash display of bravery the elven mage leaves the relative safety of his bow guardians to try and elimate the chimera with an icy ray, which leaves a scar down the flank of the beast but doesn't halt it's stride. In desperation the ballista and archers loose upon the beast, inflicting wounds to the creature but not enough to stop it in its inexorable advance. In the centre the ranked infantry shuffle position, no doubt intimidated by facing down such superior foe. on the right flank the light cavalry and missile troops attempt to bring down the flayers and fallen, advancing on their war machine and shooting troops, however one flayer survives, sights firmly on the ballista.
Following the weak riposte of the elven force, Krastorax orders his Elder into the knights, the Elder bellowing his enthusiatic rage plows into the fray but fails to break the resolve of the cavalrymen. The lone flayer, enraged by the loss of his brethren charges headlong into the elven spear thrower, plowing down a crewman and chasing the terrified survivor from the field. The wounded Chimera, slavering with unbridled fury tears into the elven mage, ripping its fragile frame asunder without breaking pace, barreling into the bolt thrower beyond in triumph.
Thinking they see an opening to turn the tide the lion pelt clad axeelves sound their warhorn and charge into the flank of the elder, chopping down the beast and overrunning into the heavily armoured knights of Kuulima, only to realise that the chosen knights of Akaan, atop their fearsome karkadan were ready for such eventuality, barreling into the rear of the elves, routing them and plowing into the remianing ryma knights as they hew down the fleeing survivors. The chimera, after finishing off the bolt thrower, runs into the flank of the bowelves, hacking them down in a frenzied fit of violence following through with renewed vigour into the flank of the spear elves atop the hill. To the other flank the fallen dispatch of an interjecting eagle, attempting to buy its elven masters some time.
With little left in the way of choices the elves remaining stand against the relentless chimera awating their fate.
Krastorax finally bellows his warcry and along with the chosen of Akaan, steam into the spear elves with their lord. In a cloud of flame and viscera scores of elf carcasses are rent into unrecognisable gore by the ancestral legend and his faithful knights. The day was won, the battle barely an effort for the forces of the mighty beast
The long march to Avras could be fun, postulated the great beast to himself, recalling the visions projected by Asmund to seek out the position of his next victims
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After the feast of tender elven flesh had been properly enjoyed by the hulking beasts and ironclad followers of Akaan alike, Krastorax was taking a moment of gluttonised respite to savour his great victory, when the irritating nagging at the edge of his consciousness once again manifested. "The damned sorceror meddling in my mind again"
Try as he might the great beast could not banish the powerful mind of Asmund from penetrating his thoughts. This time the twisted features of the sorceror himself came into his minds eye, an abomination of a creature, once a proud magical scholar, now bound to a beastly form after a terrible occulistic rite gone wrong.
"You have done well Krastorax, but there is much work yet for you to complete in the name of the Father" Instructed the sorceror, the words forming in his mind without any movement of the corrupted face in the vision. "Travel to the Iron Road, there you will encounter a movement of the Infernal Dwarfs, you must break through their supply lines to deny support to their allied forces, weakening opposition in the fight to come"
The vision faded and receded as quickly as it had arrived. Krastorax did not enjoy taking orders from the spellcaster, however he had proven himself many times before, to have knowledge that helped Krastorax to prevail in battle, something which was of paramount importance to the proud beast. With a single deafening, roared command, the ancient Feldrake tore the attention of his horde away from their rabid flesh devouring.
Gigantic clawed feet stomped the ground as he wheeled Southwest toward the Iron Road, his menagerie of murderous beasts and warriors only a few paces behind.
The Game: Battleline, Breakthrough
Once more the visions and arcane advice of the sorceror allowed Krastorax's forces to get the drop on his opposition, racing across the field of battle towards the diminutive Infernals without any fear before they could even load their foul machines of war.
Flayers throwing themselves selflessly in the path of the Kadim titan at the will of their master, who they feared much more than the flaming beast would distract the creature long enough for Krastorax and his Elder to try and get to grips and douse the collosus' flames for good
The titan could not control its savage nature, springing the trap. The guns of the Infernals sing out across no mans land strongly however taking down one of Akaans devoted and wounding another gravely.
The knights of Kuulima didn't fare much better against the flintlock shot of the dark dawi, two of their number ripped from the saddle
After weathering the storm of lead, Krastorax bellows the order to charge, an order which the Chosen of Akaan are more than happy to obey. Spurring their Karkadan through another hail of burning lead, they crash into the offending gunmen, but not without losing one of their number to the hail of fire.
Krastorax himself thunders across the ground between himself and the Titan, his elder and the Knights of Kuulima in lock step, the wall of scale and steel crashes into the infernal monstrousity but its otherwordly protection somehow deflects a number of sickening strikes, leaving the creature free to hack down three knights in response. The Chosen of Akaan, hew down six of the citadel guards, crushing their stunted frames beneath ironclad hooves, however in spite of the heavy casualties the gunmen do not falter
Seeing the opportunity created by his brave citadel guards, the Overlord barrels into the Chosen knights, his Onyx hammer held high, his prophet uttering fell magics, dessicating the steel protection until as dry as tinder. The dreaded hammer sets blaze to two of the knight leaving only the champion to flee for his life
The supernal protection of the Titan falters and Krastorax deals a flurry of bone crushing strikes, banishing the beast from the mortal realm
Buoyed by the slaughter of the titan Krastorax and his Elder plow into the Daemon bound flame gouter that had incinerated a number of his best warhounds earlier in the encounter. While Kuulima's knight champion decides to show the gunmen who is to envy in close quarters death dealing, to avenge his fallen comrades.
On the right flank, the fallen and chimera set to divert the overlord's retinue from the Pack of Feldraks
The fallen sell their lives cheaply, leaving the chimera to a similar fate
Determined to see the end of the ranged threat Krastorax thunders into the Titan mortar while the Elder eyes the flanks and rear of the Overlord's guardians and Kadim incarnates respectively. The mortar crew proves no match for the mighty Feldrake as he turns them into a pile of viscera and splintered armour, rent as if paper.
The overlord commands his incarnates to block the path of both great beasts, buying some time for himself and his personal retinue
With great malice, both Feldrakes plow into the incarnates, hatred raging through their veins for the flying creatures of flame
The lives of the fallen and chimera were sold in vain, the overlord covered more ground than the feldrk pack had expected and decimated their ranks with the foul Onyx hammer, leaving them decimated and fleeing for their lives.
Just in the nick of time the ranks of armoured warriors come to the aid of Kuulima's champion, dispatching of the gunmen in summary fashion, while breaking through the line to complete their mission.
The gaze of the Overlord averted, the Feldraks confidence swells and they rally their resolve, perhaps more afraid even of their masters wrath than that of the terrible Onyx hammer.
The day had been won, Krastorax's men had fought hard but the Dwarf Overlord had been more of a threat than expected, decimating some of his best fighting units. Still, the supply lines had been broken and more warriors were always ready to march to the aid of the Ancestral beast, for the chance of shared glory in the eyes of their patron deities.
After the bloody encounter with the Infernals, the destruction of their dread warmachines and the regrouping of his scattered forces, Kratorax and his horde pressed Southwest for days, following the path of the Iron Road with sights firmly set on Avras. With so much troop movement going on in the usually quiet and barren steppe, Krastorax could only imagine how much bloodshed could be had at the epicentre of this war, a thought which greatly pleased the bestial colossus, causing his craggy, scaled features to draw into a hideous snarl in perverse anticipation of such carnage.
The days passed without event as the monstrous troupe marched inexorably on their destination, even Asmund had not imposed himself upon Krastorax's consciousness since prior to the clash with the Dawi. Things were too quiet, mused the Feldrak Warlord, who was a more suspicious creature than his brutish appearance belied, you don't survive centuries of conflict without some degree of wariness!
As evening passed into dusk, Krastorax's feeling of unrest was growing, feint alien scents on the light breeze, the impression of shifting shadows darting away behind rocky outcrops at the edge of his periphery. Something was out there, he knew it. The ancient beast dropped back to his feldrak lietentants to order the tightening of their formation and readiness for conflict, not that any of his battle scarred herd of brutes were ever unready for conflict!
The last dying rays of the sunset disappearing over the horizon, the attack came, skittering hordes of filthy verminous warriors pouring from the surrounding crags, insidious glowing projectiles hissing through the darkening sky. Once more to battle, once more to claim glory in the eyes of the ancient gods.
The battle: Frontline Clash, Secure Target
Krastorax's thunderous warcry echoed deafeningly across the steppe as his battleline spread to face the oncoming Vermintide.
Krastorax's intuitions and keen senses had saved his forces from a deveastating alpha strike, as two huge wheeled contraptions covered in jutting spikes cracked forks of lightning across the field of battle, scorching the earth but falling just short of their line
Blocks of fetid robed ratmen rushed forward with abondon, unfazed by the proximity of their towering foe, foaming at the mouths in anticipation of the coming melee. Krastorax ordering a disciplined battle line to form, sending his hunting dogs to blosk the path of flanking interlopers.
The dread lightning contraptions however were now fully in range, a huge blast from the rightmost machine striking the Elder Feldrak square in the chest, scorching a huge wound across the torso of the great beast. Howling in fury he charged headlong at the thing, his axe flailing like a beserk maniac, reducing the machine to a pile of splintered detritus. Seeing the fury of his lieutenant, Krastorax, not to be outdone, piled headlong into the other device, gouting flame from his maw and setting about the great wheel, his enchanted blades carving through it like butter. Both colossal Feldraks momentum carried them straight through their quarry into the unsuspecting ratmen beyond
Kuulimas knights and the fallen to the left centre of the formation and Akaans chosen to the right, take the cue from the general and join the fray, obliterating the plague ridden vermin who were so keen for early engagement.
The sneaky rats however had anticipated the eager charge of the chosen knights. The foul, pestilent warplatform and his devout guard run through the chimera without breaking stride, barreling into the Karkadan riders, catching them off guard as they feast on the carcasses of the slain, slaughtering them to a man.
The honourless Mage atop the great tolling bell conjured a spectral glowing swarm of rats, spewing forth from outstretched claw to envelop the Elder Feldrak and the weapon team he was engaged with, clawing both gigantic beast and rat alike down to the field, bloodied and twitching their last for this day.
Krastorax and his hounds see of the last of the flail wielding Vermin, stomping their lifeless forms into the dirt while the surviving Knights charge headlong at the cackling magister and his vermin cohort.
The Ancestral Monstrousity oncemore brings his fury to bear, silencing the leftmost warmachine but falls short of energy after the extertion of so much slaughter in such short order and fails to come to the aid of the knights, whose prowess didn't match their fervour, pushed back by the weight of bodies of the vermin sorceror's personal guard.
The magister, howling with glee, issued bolt after bolt of sorcerous force at Krastorax, a flurry of dark energy which would surely have toppled a lesser creature, causing the Monstrous General to fall back and save his hide for another day.
The remaining knights and fallen sell their lives in service of their feldrak overlords, holding back the swarm as the sun begins to creep over the horizon
At the last the Pack of feldrak swoop in on the objective. With the the dawn breaking and the vital resources lost the remaining vermin scatter away. Once more Krastorax and his beasts stood victorious, with Avras just over the horizon however the real war was yet to begin!
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