Pilgrims of the Stones
The Badfangs had been dispatched into the forested hills and valleys
outside Tsatraya by Wurrgog Prophet Hogrog Ug Weirdklaw. They had been given the task of
finding the resting place of the bones of a great beast, but there were many
distractions along the way...
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Urgog and the Badfangs padded through the ruined and tumbled gravestones and
mausoleums of the Stone Crop. The air was sharp and cold in the wintry Shyish
underworld of Lake Bykaal but the near-unclad Bonesplitterz didn’t care about
cold or heat.
Something moved in the darkness and they all stopped, peering into the shadows
under the arches. Thin purplish moonlight filtered through the racing clouds,
momentarily illuminating a group of wretched looking robed figures huddled
together under the porch of a partially ruined mausoleum; they were also
motionless, also peering into the dark. But they were looking the wrong
way.
Urgog looked round at Azgrok, Bortusk and Toofdrakk and used hand-signals to
send the three Arrowboys off to find a high perch among the ruins, where they
could overlook the graveyard.
He signed to the Morrboys to spread out: Umclaw and Zogfang went left,
Rukbeast and Mogrok went right, Urgog considered for a moment and went right
too - he didn’t entirely trust Rukbeast.
The five of them moved forward slowly, making use of the darkness and the
angular stone forms around them. As they got closer to the wretched Pilgrims
they could hear the low, guttural squabbling. Wordless noises, hisses and
growls.
Urgog looked back and saw the Arrowboys were in position.
He raised his bone club into the air and signalled the start. With a whistle
and a thunk, three arrows arced through the gloom and landed in two of the
robed wretches. They howled in pain and the other Pilgrims panicked and
scattered! Urgog roared and the Morrboys charged!
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The Badfangs did not celebrate their small victory over the Pilgrims - they
were not worthy of even a mention in the saga. They were not great beasts so
they did not have the power of Gorkamorka in their bones or teeth.
The skulls of his two former rivals (hanging from his belt) whispered
taunts. They were always complaining or criticising, but they were especially
annoying when they offered unwanted advice. Urgog ignored them, as he always
did, but that didn't ever shut them up.
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I have no idea when I will be actually playing again but setting up dramatic
dioramas around a story for an online campaign is an okay-ish stand-in for
now! You can join this campaign too! The campaign website is here Animosity II – The Burning Winter
That's brilliant! The Gallowmire terrain looks even better 'in action'!
ReplyDeleteThanks Viktor!
DeleteThere is more Gallowmire scenery on my painting desk but it keeps getting pushed down the queue ;)