This is where you can post the fluff you've made up for your lord and/or army. There is a post like this in the High Elf section, and it was cool to read some of the stuff from other High Elf players. I thought it would be cool do have some fluff here from players of other races too. Mine, as well as the others High Elf players' fluff, can be found in that section.

If you've already posted your fluff in the High Elf section, and you really want to post it here too, go ahead.

Post away!

born in lybrasia and as a child was lost to the king there (had a scorpion birthmark was the only way to recognise him )and raised by a gaurd until he made an inadvertent mistake and was sentenced to die fighting a giant lybrasion scorpion unarmed. He manged to kill the scorpion and as the blood of it flowed over him he felt invigorated and strong. the blood of giant lybrasion scorpions is said to have many powerful effects and as it washed over him his birthmark glowed brightly for all to see t , upon seeing this the king realised he was his son and joy returned to the city, one night however as they were hunting a Bull that had been a gift Phesphestus fell but as he was about to be gored a scorpion rose out of the ground and killed the bull before it could. After this he was known affectionately as Echnaton and always accompioned him to battle drawing his mighty chariot, and calling more scorpions as Echnaton was a king too. After many prosperous years king phesphestus died and he was buried with Echnaton. after awakening he ordered his lichpriests to repair and re-awaken Echnaton so that they could once more reclaim the lands that were theres.


King phesphestus always rides to battle in his chariot drawn by his loyal friendm echnaton.


full stats can be found in the tomb kings section

By request of Drauthnir, moved to the Battle Reports, Articles and Stories section.

My lizardmen army hails from the City of Tlax.
Tlax was the city that Marco Colombo visted in 5th edition all though now the book says he visted some other place, despite their released story saying it was TLAX! <_<

I base the names of my characters from the Story of Marco Colombo as relieased from Games Workshop! My army also heavily focuses on Saurus in tradition with Tlax's history.

Deep in the heart of Bretonnia lies the Forest of Arden, a forest filled with evil creatures and vile greenskins, and this is the land Luc Arkhame calls home, Artois. The only remaining son of the Duke before him, a heavy burden has always been around his shoulders but he bears it like no other. Even from the beginning he was destined for great things, at the mere age of 17 completeing his Errand of Knighthood and becoming a Knights of the Realm by rescuing the damsel Alana LaFleur from the clutches of a Black Orc. At 19, his father asked him to take up the Grail Quest as he was aging, Luc had been the youngest of five sons and would not let his family down.
For three longs years he followed the visions from one end of Bretonnia to the other, completeing many feats of valour along the way, including participation in a battle against a Dark Elf raiding party, where before all who could bear witness, challenged the so-called noble leading it. A long battle ensued, and although the Dark Elf should have had no trouble dispatching the Questing Knight, a power seemed to be protecting him. After two hours, and the Dark Elves already wiped out, both warriors were exhausted but the noble was furious, blinded by his rage he made a desperate lunge toward Luc, dropped below the blade and brought his own up into the Dark Elf's chest where his heart should be. Offering a Prayer to the Lady of the Lake, he rode on until reaching again the Forest of Arden.
Something compelled him to sleep at this one rivers edge and so he did, in plain view should someone be after him, but no harm came in the night and Luc awoke to be surrounded by mist. Luc stared out to where the river was and saw a gold light moving toward him, knowing it to be the Grail he took one knee at the water's edge and bowed his head to the symbol of Valour and Purity, the Lady of the Lake. She lifted his head up and offered to him the Grail, which he drank from and felt a knew energy within him, then she spoke to him, "there will come a time when this land will have need of a Champion, I charge you to defend the land you call home at all costs, but you shall not be alone." Her voice was beautiful and Luc could do nothing but listen to her words as she continued, "go deeper into the woods and there you will find a magnificient creature who has been considered evil before but is certainly not such, help him and he will repay the favour." With these words she disappeared back into the mist, which then itself disappeared and Luc was left kneeling by the riverbank. Standing he obeyed her words and headed deeper into the woods, he marched all day and through the night again until he could hear the battle ahead, human voices and activity and then a great roar. Luc hasted his step but remained in the bushes as he scanned the clearing. A obviously quite young green Dragon, being about the same size as a Hippogriff, was netted, muzzled and tied to the ground, with numerous bloodied wounds in it's body, around it were a band of rogues and theives led by a figure in black armor, who were burying their dead, and there were many. Luc stepped forward in his crimson armour and pointed his blade at the leader, "who is it that dares capture this dragon?"
"It is not your place to know boy, and I suggest you leave now", the black armoured figure spoke as he turned and faced him, waving that his brigands keep digging.
"You theives shall not take this Dragon, and in the name of the Lady I tell you to stand down and surrender yourself."
The brigands just laughed but a few drew their blades and stepped forward, "shall we make him leave sir?"
"Very well, afterwards we can feed him to my new pet", the black armoured figure spoke in a voice of death and cold.The three voulenteers stepped toward Luc and the rest drew their weapons and watched with interest. One theif charged toward him with blade upraised and brought it down in a wide arc which Luc side stepped and then quickly knocked the sword out of the theif's hands with a kick, which followed an armoured knee to the theif's face, knocking him out. This brought every other theif to his feet and a mass attack while the black warrior watched. Deflecting blows and bolts from crossbows, with his sword he let each one join the first and then turned to face the warrior in black.
"This Dragon is mine Knight! With it I shall prove myself to Khorne and be granted his favour, I shall not be stopped now!", he drew a giant two handed sword of obsidian and walked slowly toward Luc, who waited. The Chaos Warrior swung his sword in a mighty arc, which Luc tried to parry while dodging back and his sword was cut clean in half leaving Luc weaponless, Luc continued to stay out of the warriors long reach as he tried to think of some way to defeat him, looking to the Dragon he got an idea and at the next theif he came to he borrowed his sword. Manuevering so that the warrior was between him and the Dragon, he feinted in drawing a mighty swing, which he back stepped but directed it with the stolen sword right into the ground where it embedded itself. Then Luc turned and charged straight at the warrior tackling him at his midsection, the warriors simply flipped Luc off, but right where he wanted to be, Luc quickly cut the dragons muzzle off, and the ropes binding it's neck, enough that it's head wipped out and sank it's mighty jaws into the warriors armour. The warrior let out a cry of pain and slumped to his knees as the Dragon let go it's grip, but then he got back to his feet, even with crushed armour and gushing blood he came after Luc. Luc finially spotted the weak point of his opponents armour and as he approached, Luc spun around him and lodged his blade into the warriors brain through the neck of his helmet, felling the warrior for good. Luc then cut the Dragon free, and the Dragon bowed his head down to Luc, "I thank you human for what you have done for me, and as the Lady asked me so many years ago, I shall allow this champion to ride the skies upon my back, I am Stormvein."
"I thank you Stormvein, I am Luc Arkhame, shall we leave this place for now?"
"Yes, I shall take you home Duke"
"Duke!?!, then my father...."
"Has passed, come the pain must be great but their is much to do in preperation for the times to come."
"How is it you know so much yet are so young Stormvein?"
"The Lady has given me eyes to see the truth, and I shall guide you through the darkness, come let us fly", Stormvein spoke as he lowered his neck again. Luc climbed on to his neck and held on as he was flown home the Dukedom he now ruled. The Hordes of Chaos are coming, and he shall stand against them.

Throng a Karak Varn

King Ulrik Flamebeard is the last decendant of the Kings of Karak Varn, he has taken the remains of his clan to reclaim the hold. At first they only managed to clear and hold a small citadel, soon they started to explore and expand. They recovered a few of the higher mines, these had been abused by Skaven and Greenskins with a few still being inhabited. The clans Ironbreakers, lead by King Ulrik himself cleared these and forced the Skaven deeper into the mines and the greenskins fled altogether. Under orders the Ironbreakers setup small watchposts to guard these newly recovered mines. The Ironbreakers were given the task of manning these posts, but King Ulrik realised that this left him short handed and so he began to train more Ironbreakers.The hold's reopening has brought dwarves flocking to it, Karak Varn was a rich hold (it has large seems of gromril, iron and gold) before the Time of Woe. Miners inparticular have been drawn to the hold, as well as engineers to help patch up the cracks in the mountain face and extact the water from the lower mines.

Of course the dwarves haven't had it all their way, as much of the hold is still under control by Skaven as well as more dangerous things. The Ironbreakers have been playing a game of cat and mouse, the reclaim mines, only to lose them again. But the large amount of dwarves arriving the balance has been in the dwarves favour, and they are slowly pushing back the Skaven and securing the mines. Also the news of the monsters that roam the lower mines and halls has reached the ears of the Cullt of Grimnir - Slayers. These suicidal warriors are arriving in hope of finding a herioc death in the bowels of the earth. On the suface travellers are bring tales of a greenskin warband ambushing travellers, looting them and fleeing before any attempt to retaliate can be made.

Dispite numerous attempts to drive the dwarves from their ancestral home, the hold has grown and prospered. Items thought lost have been found when mines are recovered and halls drained of water, the holds treasure hoard grows with each passing day. King Ulrik has reopened trade routes with neighbouring holds, as well as ancient routes with the Empire. But recently some of the human customers are unsatisfiyed with the craftsmanship and have insulted the smiths. This dispute can only be settled one way, the humans have been placed in the holds new Dammaz Kron (The Book of Grudges) and the dwarves of Karak Varn go to war once more.


Sorry about the length :D Please bear in mind I am absolutely rubbish at writing fantasy or stories of any kind :lol: Anyway thanks.

Here it is, though it is kinda long.

The Coming of the Beast

Today is the day I tell you of the coming of the Beast, a great evil that has travelled far and wide in search of a foe that is truly worthy of his fighting prowess.

Khrangar was born into a family that was apart of the Bjornling tribe in the western parts of Norsca. Even at an early age, Khrangar had displayed a martial prowess that could be matched only by the most hardened of Nordic veterans.

By the age of fourteen, the chieftain of his tribe had declared Khrangar as the new chieftain once he had left the mortal plane. Thus was the way of the Bjornlings, where the current chief would find the most worthy of the tribe and declare him as the heir to the title. One fateful day, the Bjornlings were in the midst of a great campaign of conquest against the neighbouring tribes when one of the generals of the opposing tribe slew the Bjornling’s chieftain, Hardun the Mighty, in single combat. Distraught by the loss of their leader, the remaining Bjornlings fled to their homeland where they would go with their riches that they had secured during earlier months of pillaging from the weaker tribes.

Khrangar however did not flee. No, instead he made his way through the corpses of the fallen to where he chief lay. He began to dig a grave for his fallen leader where he would rest for all of eternity, on the field of battle, as it should be. All of a sudden Khrangar heard the sound of something moving behind him and he moved out of the way just in time as he saw the blade of another warrior of an opposing god.

Regaining his footing, he grabbed the closest weapon and barely managed to parry the attack of his adversary. Now, for the first time, he saw the face of his enemy, the battle scarred face of the chieftain of the Skaeling tribe. Anger swelled up inside Khrangar as the memory of his beloved chieftain’s defeat came back to him in a flash. “You!” Khrangar shouted, “You shall pay with your life!” With that, he leapt at his opponent with the ferocity of a wolf and violently sliced off the head of the Skaeling leader.

In a berserk rage, Khrangar shouted “I do this for you, oh mighty Lord Khorne!” With that, a clap of thunder sounded as if answering his call to the Lord of Skulls. At that moment, he knew that he was watching, and wouldn’t want to be disappointed. Khrangar wandered endlessly in search of his tribe, but to no avail. Once, he discovered a small group of Slaanesh worshippers in the middle of a summoning ritual near the border of Kislev. He mercilessly slaughtered them all but not before the summoning had been completed.

In front of him stood the slender form of a beautiful woman, with clawed hands as one might see on a crab. Dumbfounded, he could not do anything. The Daemonette noticed him and smiled wickedly as it ran towards him. Miraculously he dodged the first wave of attacks, but only just. Battling for his life, he knew he would have to think quick in order to survive. He made a quick charge at the monster and managed to penetrate its defences but felt his strength leave him as he struck the daemon, cutting it in half.

Laughter sounded in his head. Suddenly, out of nowhere, appeared another sort of daemon, much larger than the one he had just defeated. Taller and more muscular than the Daemonette, Khrangar began to worry. “You have done well young warrior.” said the daemon, “Khorne is pleased. I have been sent to give you a gift.”
“A gift?” Khrangar asked.
“Yes.” the daemon replied. “I dub thee, the Beast!”

With that, the daemon grasped the head of Khrangar and there was a sudden burst of energy. Khrangar fell to the ground and went unconscious from pain. When he woke up, he felt refreshed and the pain was gone. It was as if a new energy was coursing through him and he liked it. He also felt the need to kill, not for food or for the warmth of the animal’s hide, but for the soul desire to spill the blood of Khorne’s enemies, man or beast alike. He decided to travel eastward to where he believed his tribe was. As he travelled, he noticed that he was changing, slowly but surely.

He grew taller, stronger and his feet were no longer the five toed ones of a human. Now there were only three, each ending in claws as sharp as daggers. His arms bulged with a strength he did not used to possess. His hands were now ended in talons, larger than before, and as he had learned, able to pierce the thickest of armour. His face too began to change. It was more the face of a wolf than of a man’s with teeth that could crush the skull of a man. He had become the ultimate killing machines, an instrument of Khorne’s conquest.

He knew that his path to damnation had begun, and he revelled in it. Upon returning to his tribe, he had noticed that much had changed. They were no longer the great tribe that he had once known. Now they were few and weak, but he would change all of that.

It was not until he had reached the far north of the Realm of Chaos that he had suffered his first defeat. Although his army had grown considerably over the years, it was no match for the foe that it faced.

The Champion of Khorne, Grimnos Lotharum had defeated his army in a single, swift attack. Upon the field lay the survivors of the massacre of earlier. Containing his bloodlust for a time, Grimnos offered Khrangar an alliance, or be destroyed. Reluctantly, he accepted.

Deep within his blackened heart, he swore that one day he would avenge his defeat and has kept his promise between him and Khorne. Now he plans and waits. He waits for the day that he will defeat his now lord and regain control of his army, The Blooded.

I did post it in the High Elf section, but I have added to it since then. It may never be finished, but it's good for now.


“Greetings young apprentice, how goes your learning of the way of true magic? You must practice hard; these are dark times for the noble Asur that live on fair Ulthuan, but there is yet hope…

One of these hopes lies in Tor Thalaas in Tiranoc, a city hardened by frequent Druchii attacks. There can be found Prince Drauthnir. The day of his birth was a blessed day indeed. A great eagle nested upon the palace at Tor Thalaas, and his father, Thalekh, won a grand victory against the Dark Elves; both great omens that foretold the future greatness that Drauthnir would acheive. He grew up with the stories of the golden age, the time before chaos scarred the world, and so ever since his childhood he has dreamed of a new golden age, as many elves do. Although Drauthnir appreciates the arts, he has focused a great deal of his life training as a warrior. He never bothered to learn to play an instrument, or to sculpt, or sing as most elves do. He looks up to Tyrion with dreams of finally defeating the Dark Elves and the forces of Chaos and restoring the world to its former glory. His father, once a skilled Silver Helm champion and prince, fought in many wars against the dark kin under the command of Tyrion himself, and held much influence in the city's courts.

His good friend and rival at the courts, Kaerdroth - a mage who studied here in Saphery, led the city while Drauthnir decided to study the martial prowess as a Swordmaster at the White Tower. He searched for the tower for three weeks, and would have for longer had he not received news of his mother’s peaceful death. He returned home, failing to find the tower.

Approaching his ancestral home, he saw that a horde of chaos was descending upon Tor Thalaas. Drauthnir rode swiftly upon his steed to give warning to his people. Kaerdroth and his apprentice, Azuriel, hurled missiles of flame toward the enemy, and the bolt throwers sent their volleys into the ranks of chaos warriors. Thalekh, Drauthnir’s father was killed on the third day of siege, and it was that third day when Drauthnir became Prince of Tor Thalaas. Drauthnir rallied the remaining citizens of the city, and waged a final decisive battle against the attackers. He showed great skill and precision with his sword as he slew many warriors of chaos. It wasn’t long before he received a challenge from the chaos lord; a challenge that was accepted, perhaps for vengeance. A wide sweep of an axe was dodged and followed by the swift arc of an elven blade. The chaos lord ushered a curse and came back with a shield bash that took Drauthnir off balance. The chaos lord sent another sweep of his axe toward the elf prince, which was riposted. Drauthnir parried another lunge, and countered with a sword sweep of his own. It is said that a thousand blows were exchanged before the chaos lord joined the rest of his army in retreat. Asuryan, patron god of Tor Thalaas, must have been watching over them that day.

Now Drauthnir spends his time in training, and can rely on his numerous citizen army to defend their ancestral homes to the last, assissted by Kaerdroth and his Swormasters.
Dark times are rising, and Drauthnir, now one of the youngest princes of Ulthuan, sets out to conquer evil..."

Durak Grom was born in Karak-Kadrin to the Lord of Clan Grom. As he second son, he possesed no right to the Lordship of the clan. He was born in Imperial year 2200. In 2304 he his father and his older brother went off to war. Durak was part of the clan's warriors while his brother was an Ironbreaker and his father fought with the King of Karak-Kadrin's Ironbreakers. During the war Durak was held inside Praag for 8 months while his father and brother marched south to his the horde of chaos from both sides. Upon returning the Dwarfs were very jolly and joyful except for Durak's brother, their father was killed in the battle and he was unable to save him. His brother took the slayer oath and wandered off into the chaos wastes never to return. Durak returned home to Karak-Kadrin and gave his clan the news, now at only 106 Durak was the clan leader. Many other clans now regarded clan Grom to be a bunch of fools, all the other Clan Lords were over 300 and had fought in many battles while Durak had been in few. Durak was insulted by this. He picked up his axe and mail and took his warriors into the Dark Lands. Durrgrim Durak's advisor ruled in his absence. Ten years later Durak returned with the skulls of 10 000 orcs from the Darklands. Now Durak got the respect of a Clan Lord. Since then Durak's clan has grown in power and became pretigous in Karak-Kadrin and he led many incursions into the Dark Lands.On one such occasion Durak swong his axe in such and arc that the blade caught fire therefore he is now nammed Durak Azzharr or Fireaxe
In 2450 Durak took all of his kinsmen and moved into a mountian just on the edge of the Chaos Wastes and there with his clan Durak watchs over all the lands around.

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Zaborah the Exalted

their was once child in Bretonnia named Lambert. He belonged to a noble family called lilyaz and his father was known to be a really good jouster were he had won many little jousting competitions that took place in his "neighbourhood". eventually he decide to test his skills further and eventually became a grail knight of bretonnia after completing his quest to destroy an evil creature that was lurking in a peasant town and many peasants had gone missing.
as the years passed, Lambert, like his father, had become a relly good jouster. when he was old enough he became a knight of Bretonnia. He fell in love with a beatiful lady his age and they got married.
Disaster struck just then. Exactly ten days after their marriage, the lady got pregnant. the damsels of heaven said that they would have a boy. but ten days after she got pregnant, they were attacked. Lambert quickly rushed out and onto his horse, grabbed his lance and rushed out to meet the enemy, a von carstein that is better off unamed. The von carstein and his horde of undead ushed through the defences of their town in bretonnia, and it wasn't long before the undead got through their gate. He and his father fought together until they encountered the von carstein himself. They both charged at the same time, at the same enemy. Both of their lances hit home and they thought it was over, but, as they turned around, they saw that von carstein was still standing! the von carstein turned around with a smile on his lips saying "a good jousting display. But, you can not defeat me with mere lances." at that the von carstein charged Lamber's father and with his enchanted sword, knocked his father off his horse and then slew him with a single thrust. Blinded by rage, Lambert charged toward the von carstein but it easily knocked him off his horse and when Lambert hit the ground the von carstein slashed at him and darkness engulfed him...
when Lambert awoke, their was nothing left of the village. The von carstein must have taken him for dead and had probably rushed off to get his people to start a new empire here. staggering up, he saw his father lying dead. Instead of being overwhelmed with grief he was overwhelmed with rage for all von carsteins. he then grabbed a sword and took off into the woods, leaving his past behind him... and his loved one
Lambert couldn't run any more. he collapsed on the ground. He saw something move and he saw that it was a vampire. he couldn't raise his sword because he was too tired. But, instead of killing him, the vampire said "i have been watching you, Lambert. i saw you and your father attack that von carstein. and i see that you want revenge." the vampire smiled and said "drink this, it will help regain your strength." Lambert hesitated. he looked into the cup and saw a red liquid. the vampire shrugged his shoulders and said "what do you have to lose? if i wanted to kill you i would've killed you by now." Lambert was so thirsty. He chugged the red liquid down and all of a sudden his heart stopped beating. He was scared for a moment but then he felt himself renewed with power. He felt stronger and faster, and felt a liitle trickle of magic power flow through his veins. He knew what this was. The Blood Kiss. He stood up and then bowed down to his new master. The blood dragon walked over to him and said "i now name you Zaborah the Exalted."...
9 months later: Far away their was another ceremony happening. Zaborahs wife had been given the blood kiss because she had a great potential for necromancy and was very beautiful. Her son had also been given the Blood Kiss by a blood dragon vampire that lived their.
Lambert himself had become Zaborah the Exalted, his wife Mashel the Anointed, and his son Zaham the Bloodied.
will they ever meet know one knows, but it has been prophesiesed that if these four come back together they shall wage war but for good or evil noone knows. all that is known is that this village became part of Sylvania and that the blood dragon Zaborah and his blood dragon master Dhalaman have been waging war against the all von carsteins especially the one that took over Zaborah's village. The strangest thing is that they have never attacked Bretonnia or the Empire, and sometimes have been known to help thr Bretonnians out in defending their villages. They have been known to attack other races but they never, or rarely attack human Empires. Zaborah still uses the lance and always rides a horse. What is for sure known is that all four of them are powerful and that when dealing with them you should take many precautions because even though they rarely attack Humans they are still dangerous.