hello just giving a bit of cannon and some home made fluff on my spawning city of Chupayotl * basically the Atlantis of the lizardmen, was actually a very important city as it was the only one connected to the lost island of the old ones(cannon) *spawned a now lost species of lizardmen that could life in water and on land indefinitely * used as a communication array with the temple cities in the southlands and Albion * entire population was thought to have been lost along with the artefacts when it was submerged. * unknown race of creatures inhabit it now, probably a new strain of sea borne lizardmen(cannon) *rumored to be a lost old one dormant there(fluufy fluff) * spawning pools intact THERE BE LIZARDMEN!!!!! update soon
Magic items The book of Tepox: lιттle ιѕ ĸnown aвoυт тнιѕ вooĸ eхcepт тнaт ιт conтaιnѕ all тнe wrιттen ĸnowledge oғ тepoĸ, вυт wιтн тнaт ѕaιd тнaт ιѕ a ғragмenт oғ тнe old oneѕ wιѕdoм, ιт waѕ ѕaιd тнaт ιт conтaιned тнe decrypтιd plan oғ тнe old oneѕ, and мany eхplιnѕтιonѕ and wordѕ oғ ιммenѕe power 8th edition rules. Point cost: 175 When the owning player declares the use of this item( this can be done in any phase that you control) the player must then roll a D6 and if a 6 is rolled then roll again on the table, however if you roll anything below then the character takes D3 wounds or is rendered useless for 2 turns. Table 1: vines of old: The ground writhes and grows as if taking sprout, and soon everywhere is covered by immensely thick jungle like the days of old. Place 2D6 terrain on the board and in addition all lizardmen gain: swift stride, no shooting penalties and do not require any terrain tests. 2. Primordial rift. The slann intones the word of power using all his power and a portal of epic proportions opens up and a beast of old comes through. Roll a D6 and use the result on the table. 1. Mlexigaur 2. Quango flock 3. Srax 4. Arabian sand Dracolith 5. Vilopian Tunneller 6. Quasi-dark one 3. Sacred spawning of times The grounds split and water flows up through the ground washing clean the cuts and wounds of the wounded and melding and rebirthing the dead. Roll 4D6 for every unit, 8D6 for any unit of over 40 models and 5D6 for all characters combined and all units affected by this spell gain. + 1 attacks and strength for the remainder of the turn. 4. Allies beyond. The book reminds a certain race that their relationship with the lizardmen and their masters was once fruitful, with unearthly speed the come to aid your army. Pick 2500 points of the following Dwarves High elves Empire or brettonia Ogres Wood elves Tomb kings 5. Elemental tearing Fragments of the old ones power rip apart the foe turning them into naught but steaming piles of muscle and viscera. Inflict 5D6 strength 8 armour piercing hits, with no saves of any kind allowed. 6.return of the old ones From the skies above a huge gleaming silver ship descends and so with it are the old ones brought back to their world to right it and destroy their foes . Summon an old one of this list: I will put a list for the old ones and their abilities as well as a list for the monsters
And I thought *I* was a fan of OP rules! Can't believe GW never thought of allowing you to teleport in an additional 2500pt army Stunning
Anglers blade This sword has been known in various accounts to emit a soothing song to those who come within its reach, this also causes their movements to be slowed causing them to be a very easy target Points: 50 D3 attacks, causes stupidity
Your Chupayotl theme and his fish kill article. Bob's dry Australian wit playing havoc and making connections that can slide under the radar.
Xxlacc wandered through the shard gardens, little creatures darting between the hovering crystals, each showing a fragment of a possible timeline. It had been many years since he had set foot on the mortal realm, the last time would've been oh about about 50 years ago when he had tried to flood the world with chaos through the tainted Paths of The Old Ones via their geometric power grid, that had gone so well up until the point when he had been banished by a dwarf and a human, curiously he could sense a blindingly strong magical presence when he had fought them, the dwarf who was dressed in the garb that would mark him out as a "slayer" a doom seeker amongst his own kind, had carried a weapon older than time itself and overtime, had infused the dwarf with the magics bound within its metal, the human had carried a sword of less magical ability but had somehow preserved his age so that he still looked young. Suddenly a bluish-yellow portal had opened a few feet from him and hissed and warped, with a long sigh he turned to the portal and without a glance back strolled through it "Another tear" he murmured and was sucked into the yowling, screaming portal of pure chaos. "Mmrm." This was the discontent grunt of a lost and presumed dead fleet master, Bascillious lay on his back groaning like a sick bear, and with a a small how of agony and a few painful minutes, he had manged to rise into a sitting position, and moved his arm, instantly regretting it and biting back the urge to scream, he assessed his body for signs of injury and found some: his right bicep had a fairly gnarly gash across it which had now crusted with crimson blood which dislodged ever nown again in small flakes that looked like red snow, his arms were bruised and slightly grazed and there was bruising almost everywhere, he looked at his his mid section and saw a dart embedded there. With great care he removed the dart and threw it away and checked where it had hit, luckily it had struck his sigmarite pendant and had dislodged a treacly substance which burnt the wood, quickly tearing it off he threw it away and felt his hand close around the hilt of the sword he had come looking for the one which he had found out about in a tavern. An old wizened man who had claimed to be with his father on an expedition to find treasure but that they were interrupted by scaly blue creatures and that he only escaped by running for his life, he also talked of a legendary weapon that was forged in the ancient times, a weapons of great power, the man was telling people this mainly to impress people as it was an exciting story, little did the man know that he had just told the son of Maverivk Karov,the story, this is what inspired the commander to go to lustria in the first place. he murmured something and began the long descent downwards off the ziggurat. Lord Huinetuinichi looked around and silently grumbled, his skink attendant had roused him from his slumber yet again, and proceeded to converse with him in a long thoughtful conversation, grammatically sound in every way, which was a feat for any lizardmen except the slann. Lord huinetuinichi had become quite attached to his attendant; it's aquamarine blue skin and it's head which had the pattern not dissimilar to that of a half cracked egg. With a long drawn out sigh the slann hovered slowly towards the exit of his eternity chamber. Xxlacc's twisted and warped feet gently touched the ground, causing the nearby leaves to warp and shift into some horrific twisted things that gibbered out of many eyes and mouths, turning round to see the portal close after him, he began to chuckle and began to walk through the living deathtrap that was lustria a jungles, as if it was a stroll through the paradox paths back in what the uncivilised primates called the warp. He looked at his arm and scratched a little causing some of the broken eyes to shut and change, ahh yes he thought, Change. The Benelovent one had tasked him with the downfall of the slann, their magic saturated country would be fit to hold the lands of Tzeentch, its jungles would be turned into something more pleasing than the hot sticky mess they are now, the native fauna could do with some work too, everything was far too wrong and not normal to fit the great masters realm, Die or change he thought, yes that's fair I'm giving them a choice, unlike the blood-soaked meat-heads of the almighty blood god, he would just gut them and drain their blood into baths and wallow in it. After he had achieved his task, his ascension would be imminent. Sro-Lax stalked the ancient city of Tlax, he was tasked with bringing down a petty necromancer who had self proclaimed himself " The Carcass Carpentor" he was little more than a maddened butcher who had dabbled in dark magic and had aspirations to lead a hoard of zombies and crush the world, he had stowed away on a galleon headed for Lustria, and had raced into the jungle to find a city which his necronomicon had told him to, little did he know he had stolen a book of forbidden knowledge that had a voice of its own and had enslaved the humans mind to do its bidding, with a great effort the necromancer managed to raise a so bicker skink: its body had a chunk taken out of it and its ribs and intestines were showing, it ambled around a bit then stopped, and began to sniff the air catching the scent of food. The Carpenter turned around as he heard a rush of air and was confronted by a barely visible skink, in a desperate bid for safety he wove a spell but was cut short as the skink split the man from groin to head in a split second, and then proceeded to kick the mess towards the zombie, which in turn managed to get a mouthful of dripping g flesh down its throat before it too was dispatched by this creature. Without a glance back Sro-Lax turned and scaled a tree running along the tree tops making the long journey back to his master. Lord huinetuinichi surveyed the jungle atop his lofty perch, it was going well, kroxigors and skinks bustled everywhere building and working in efforts to rebuild the Great Wall that had tumbled around the city long ago, lazily groping for an Ixti grub he picked up the last three from an ornate bowl that would have been a princes ransom and shoved them in his mouth, he reappeared this action and was dissappointed when he grasped a small dead moth, he looked at it witheringly and popped it in his mouth , scorning every chew, with a last gulp he waved the attendant away and gazed into the distance, he sensed his assassin would be back soon he could feel it bounding through the trees returning to him, with the threat of the Great Enemy low to none exsistant he hoped that the work of the Old Ones could continue. Bascillious lumbered along a trail to which he thought was the right way back to the shore, he walked for hours pressing into the jungle ever wary of any threats, as the day pressed on he found a cave entrance that looked I inhabited: it was overgrown with vines, and slightly moist with water, in the center was a small circle of rocks that may have once served as a firepit, long cold from their years of neglect, with a grunt he settled there for the night in a slightly hidden hole inside of the cave away from anything that may have wanted to Use him as an evening meal, with a final cough he wrapped his naval tunic around him and dropped off to sleep. Xxlacc's laughed as blue fire shot from his hands burning and mutating all the forest around him in a paradise of insanity, he then began to draw symbols in the dirt and chant a hellish melody, as the symbols started to glow he got louder and louder until a swirling screaming portal swirled into exsistence and warped appendages and hand slowly began to materialise and become real, Yes Yes he murmured to himself, let the time of change commence, and with that he threw bolts of blue flame streaking skywards. Lord huinetuinichi was woken yet again from his lumber to the garbled reports of warp-fire trailing across the sky. With unnatural speed he was atop his ziggurat and looked at the blue lights streaking upwards, croaking and dispatching orders lord huinetuinichi mustered his gaurd andregiments of saurus and prepared for the worst, quickly he relayed an order to a fellow slann, Qupakoco to take charge of the city and stem the flow of wild magic, war was afoot. Bascillious awoke from his maddened dreams to the smell of burning, grabbing the sword he rushed out the cave to find the trees and vines gone for 15 meters and found a long strip leading off into the distance, then he heard it; a horrible howl of agony and looked along the burnt path, in the distance he could see little pink and blue dots covering ground very quickly, with a sudden realisation he turned very swiftly and ran down the scorched path in opposite direction dodging strange blue mewling piles of twisted blue flesh and eyes and unwittingly headed for the amassing armies of lizardmen waiting for interlopers and preparing for battle. Xxlacc screamed in delight as he sped over his army on his trusted mount, Tlezic; a bronze disk perforated with patches of blue and long trails of chaos pouring off it, it served as a palaquin for Xxlacc and a way of travelling quickly and avoiding obstacles. Behind him was a small army of pink horrors and flamers that loped after their master, behind that ranks of the forsaken lumbered after them flanked by at least seven hundred warriors blessed by Tzeentch thrice times over. And finally he had manged to lure a greater deamon through which towered ove the soldiers like a giant vulture headed giant, with a howl of delight he commanded his legions further on getting closer to the temple city they could see in the distance. Lord huinetuinichi used the perception of the old ones, a simple spell that gifted the user with unnaturally far sight. With a look of grave shock and determination he began to place wards and protective barriers around himself and his troops. Bascillious came to a massive clearing which was filled with lizardmen all standing still and not moving, with a groan he turned around and saw the pink things only a kilometre away now, with a prayer to sigmar, he strode towards the lizardmen hoping for a quick death instead of the excruciating pain at the hands of a demon, with a grim look he turned to face his doom. Lord huinetuinichi saw the human and was mildly surprised, with a single gesture he sent a group of temple gaurd out to bring the human before him, mere minutes away from the chaos forces colliding with his own. Bascillious thought what he had done to deseve this, he thought and thought and still came to the conclusion that fate was a bitch and if he survived, well he hadn't planned on it and would probably try and make his way back to the shore, which he now had a suspicion that it was the opposite direction, well fuck me, this is worse than the Than that Cathay girl who tried to kill me because I said she looked a little slanted around the face, oh well, let's see if I get a quick death from this wretched frog. So close thought Xxlacc, so close. Lord huinetuinichi watched the human as he was brought before him, stared at him briefly and said in slurred reiksphel "Choose" He gestures to the oncoming hoard and then pointed at himself, and awaited the humans next move. Bascillious thought for a moment, and then with a disparaging look pointed back at the slann, and like water the temple gaurd went back into there ranks leaving the human side by side with them and the slann. The chaos charge hit like a thunderbolt, the Melee that ensued was horrendous: long pink limbs were flung in the air, ichor christened the ground like seasonal rainfall, blue blood gushed out of jagged wounds, heads were thrown backwards by blows that would've cleaved a tree in two. lord huinetuinichi and Xxlacc battled above the battle like an angel and a demon both sides countering the opponents spells and flinging their own back at them, wailing heads of warp fire raced towards lord huinetuinichi eager to tear into his divine essence, their hopes cut short after being banished by a sheet of light, he returned with lances of azyrian beams straight from the heavens itself. Xxlacc hadn't had this much fun since, that Elf Mage Teclis, then Again it had not been enjoyable when the elf had fatally stabbed him where his twisted heart lay, warped by the influence of chaos now pumped glistening, boiling ichor instead of blood. "You will never win!" He screamed in laughter , "you're masters left you long ago, you are an abandoned race, clearly your lost deitys did not care for and so you shall also be banished from this world!" With a fit of Hysteria, Xxlacc summoned the reserves ofl magic in his staff he conjured up an enchantment rarely seen by non daemonic creatures and rarer still to be alive or sane after the experience; the spell in question was paradoxes plight; the enchantement caused the victims mind to be caught in an endless mental maze that would drain and sap the victim causing internal haemorrhaging and all the veins in the body to burst into a cloud of raw flux, while most spells have a counterpart that will undo their binding, this had no known solution and had never been halted. Up until now, the battle had been trivial for the Mage priest, but now things were very dire, if the sorcerer could not be stopped then the raw magic would cause a huge tear on epic proportions, it would most likely ravage the old world and leave it as a husk filled with chaos, lord huinetuinichi talismans cracked as the spell slammed into him, he needed to disrupt the sorcerer , or the situation would be irreparable. Sro-Lax burst out of the jungle like an avenging angel seeking out the greater demon, he gained its attention by firing darts at it until the studded its hide like scales, it returned these attacks with bolts of lightning striking the place he was a few moments ago, this was the largest creature Sro-Lax had ever faced, it was also proving a problem for the assassin as it predicted and blocked every thrust or slash that he made, his dagger seemed to hit the daemons staff on every strike, god forged weapon meeting With hell forged daemon steel, with the duel growing faster, Sro lax narrowly avoid a stone shattering blow from the staff, then the daemon spoke. "Little pawn your lifeline is worthless, you will lose; you will grow weary and weak, your skin will grey and you will crumble to the dust you stand upon, give up" soothed the daemon. With increasing ferocity Sro-lax went into a blade frenzy whirling into complex patterns that even the daemon could not hope to keep up with, and within a minute the daemon was on its knees, one wing sheared off, it's side was missing a head sized lump of flesh and the creature had lost it's left and now lay in the earth, it's head warping and stiffening. "You may win this battle, but we will win the war, I will reserve the deepest pain for you!, I will drag your soul to a place where not even your beloved slann could hope to help you from, I wil......." The daemon rasped With an upwards motion Sro-Lax decapitated it sending the head of the daemon careening into a flurry of pink horrors, and with a pant Sro Lax retreated, suddenly exhausted and somewhat weak. Bascillious carved through pink horrors like a farmer scythes wheat, nothing could withstand the blades unearthly power. "Wraghh!!" A massive warrior clad in armour swung a huge broadsword in Bascillious's direction, he leapt out the way, missing it by a hairs breadth, and quickly scrambled to his feet. "Pathetic mortal, embrace your true lord, almighty Tzeentch!" Roared the champion "Sounds like a sigmars witness" he murmured With a wide slash Bascillious glanced the right pauldron chipping a flake o metal of the armour. "Ha, pathetic," the warrior bellowed Slamming the hilt of his sword on Bascillious's shoulder he forced him to the ground. " you are a disgrace to your kind, you are a worthless foe, you should not have the right to hold a sword, I have fought hundreds of battles in my lords name, you are little more than a child with that weapon, you should be thankful that I'm about to end your life, yo... Arghh!" Bellowed the champion. " if your going to kill, then kill don't talk." Commented Bascillious, while he cleaved through the champions torso. Xxlacc shouted in triumph as he broke the slanns shield and sent a bolt of pure energy straight at him. Lord huinetuinichi saw his end glide towards him, in a desperate gambit, he found a little leather pouch and opened it, inside was possibly the worlds most powerful Ixti grub having been saturated in magic goo for nearly two thousand years, with a thoughtful chew he swallowed it and felt raw power flood his veins, with a desperate look he summoned all his might and threw forth all his power into the oncoming blast causing the beam of chaos to dissipate into nothing. then came the barrage. Xxlacc stopped laughing and started to shriek as an incandescent ball of light cocooned him unraveling his chaos borne form into nothing, and with a shriek of agony imploded on himself. With an almighty explosion the chaos army slowly began to disintegrate: first the daemons vanished in beams of purple and blue, the warriors lasted little longer as their sorcerer slain and their champions innards decorating the ground, they lasted about as long as a hunk of meet in a troglodon pen, which is about 13 seconds. With a grim smile Bascillious laughed and turned only to see the exhausted face of the slann and his gaurd all looking at him with mixed looks. "Erm..... Well that was fun, but I've got head off now, got to get back home, I've got some meat cooking on the stove." He spoke nervously " when did you trespass into these lands?" Questioned the slann. "Weeeell it would've been about one and a half weeks ago." Replied Bascillious . "You've been cooking meat for nearly half a moon cycle?" Said the slann raising an eyebrow. " no no that was a....... M-meta...phor metaphor." He said with anxiety. "What is Metaphor?" Said the puzzled slann. " it's basically a phrase that describes something, but is not true" he ventured "So you were trying to deceive me" said the slann calmly. Why, why do I get the the short straw, thought Bascillious, I am now arguing with an extremely powerful frog who is surrounded by heavily muscled and ferocious lizards that would kill me without any thought, and now this thing thinks I'm lying, fuck this I'm going home, this is too damn much for one day. And with that he turned away from the slann and walked about 10 paces before the slann gestured at him, which caused the temple gaurd to try and grab him, sensing this was about to happen Bascillious legged it up the path and ran, then with another gesture he sent about 10 hulking saurus sprinting after him, he subsequently got twenty two metres away before he was tackled to the ground and had ten lizardmen pile on him, and within a few minutes he was being brought back to the slann who ordered them to bring him and the sword into the city. Bascillious was terrified,who knew what would await him in the city, what would happen?, a brief struggle ensued and the butt of a spear descended on him and he knew no more.
Nice. The ending is definitely much more engaging. I still think it's a bit deus ex machina when the slann just happens to have a grub that gives him the necessary power. If I were you I'd focus more on the key character conflict: when the daemon shrieks That's a powerful jibe - what does the slann think about this? Maybe the slann should doubt himself here, maybe he starts to think "he's right, it's pointless, the old world is doomed anyway, I'm just delaying the inevitable". And THEN he finds the grub, and he has a change of heart. And he can be like "Never! As long as I draw breath I will defend this world with everything I have!" - that's a more powerful character epiphany that makes the sudden reversal of fortunes work. What I'm saying is that it's less important what actual events happen, and more important what the characters think about them - imo. I look forward to the next chapter!