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PostSubject: The Rite of Passage   Fri 6 Apr 2012 - 4:32

I have decided to write up a background story for my beastmen to go along with the assembling, modding and modelling(Link). The story takes off on the evening of their first day out on the Rite of Passage and should, if everything goes as planned, take them all the way to the city of Mordheim.

Day 1:
Little Hoof looked around at the others. Pathfinder and Talespinner where tending their weapons as usual, while the younger Gors where fighting over the leftovers from the meal. The women had been alone in the woods, silly humans.
He turned his attention to Totem, the minotaur had barely moved since they lit the camp fire. He just sad there and stared into the flames. Little Hoof often wondered about what was going on in the gigantic horned head.
A sudden sound caught his attention. It was Newmoon, the centigor. The clumsy monster had found a little bottle on their victim and had spend most of the evening trying to open the thing. The sound that had disturbed the young leader of the raiding party where a growl of victory as the top of the metal bottle gave in and some ill smelling wine poured out over Newmoon's face. The centigor consumed the liquor in an instant and barfed loudly.
Little Hoof shook his head and got up. He walked from the fire and allowed his eyes to get used to the dark. A soft sound of hoofs followed him, he did not turn, didn't need to.
“What do you make of all this Stargazer” He snarled. The shaman moved to his side and stared into the thick forest.
“The Blood God will show us a battle, and we will decorate the ground with skulls and blood in his honour” Stargazer replied.
This was the first day away from the tribe. This was their rite of passage, their chance to prove themselves or die in dishonour. Little Hoof looked at the beastman beside him. Stargazer where a little older then he, but not as big.
“There will be blood” he said, “and I will gain a name worthy of my power.”
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PostSubject: Re: The Rite of Passage   Fri 6 Apr 2012 - 4:43

Nice story man!

Little Hoof hahaha clown
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PostSubject: Re: The Rite of Passage   Mon 9 Apr 2012 - 8:08

Thanks Smile
Yea i diddn't wanna give them too badass names, as they are braves out to earn a "real" beastman name. Little Hoof clearly drew the short straw though Wink
Well, here follows part two of the story, hope you enjoy it.

Day 3:
Totem inhaled the fresh morning air, the taste was fresh and salty. The drizzling rain and the grey autumn sky made the world beautiful to his eyes. They were near the great ocean now, and the sounds it made mixed with the sounds of the rain and the life in the woods around them.
This was how the world was supposed to be. No man had tried to civilize this place. Not yet.

He was the only one of his kind, who had been deemed ready for the rite. The minutaurs were not as plentiful in numbers as the gor, and other then Totem, there where only two braves in the tribe. For him it was a great honour to be chosen for the rite of passage. Unlike the gors who where sent out when they reached their tenth winter, or the ungor who where unworthy of rites in general, the minutaurs had to wait for the Doombulls decision to send them.

He looked around at the smaller beings who squatted around him. Stargazer, the young bray sat next to him. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be taking in the beauty of the morning just as Totem did. Talespinner had placed himself a few meters away from the others. His grim expression told of his impatience. Both he, and Pathfinder who were scouting ahead at the moment, had been very zealous from the very start of their journey. They badly wanted to prove themselves in combat and had little interest in the more spiritual parts of the rite. Totem respected their ability as warriors, but disliked their lack of interest in anything else. With Little Hoof it was different. The way the minutaur saw it, the young leader combined the best qualities from the rest of the group. He was brave, strong and skilled in combat, but he also respected the ancestors and the traditions of the tribe in the same way as Stargazer did.
The rest of the gor failed to stand out in his observation. They were even smaller creatures and all looked the same to him. He did however prefer them to the pestering ungors. Totem was glad the tiny beastmen weren't allowed to take part in the rite. It was bad enough that he had to injure the company of the centigor. Newmoon had been getting on his nerves from day one. Drinking the humans nasty liquids whenever the opportunity arose and behaving like a crazed hobgoblin for hours afterwords.

The return of Pathfinder put an end to Totems pondering.
The bestigor emerged from the forest without a sound and moved over to Little Hoof.
“A boat.” he growled in a low rough voice, “a boat full of manlings.”
The leader snorted a short responds and turned to the others.
“We strike at once!” he snarled, “we take them by surprise, we take their skulls for the blood god!”
Without waiting for a reaction Little Hoof got up and sprinted through the terrain, towards the beach.
Totem waited a bit. Not because he didn't want to join in the slaughter, but the element of surprise would be ruined if he tried to approach along with the others.

He cleared his mind, breathed out and stood completely still for a few moments. Then he heard Little Hoof's warcry and started forward with a trampling force. Surprisingly enough, he didn't hear the usual screams of fear and panic that would follow the warcry under normal circumstances.
Instead the air filled with commands, yelled in a weird human language and soon after followed the sound of steel weapons and armour.
Totem stormed forward even faster as it became clear that, whatever was on that beach, they where giving the raiding party a real fight.

He cleared the last few meters with a vast jump and landed on the sandy shore.
At first he thought their enemy where another group of beastmen, for men he saw were almost as big as the gors fighting them, and some of them wore enormous horns on their helmets. They where covered in fur and huge suits of plate mail and carried gigantic axes and maces. Totem scanned the beach, trying to figure out how he could best help the others.
Most of the gors, including Stargazer were fighting one on one with sailors, evenly spread out across the area. Pathfinder were enclosed in a desperate melee with a group of the less armoured humans and Talespinner have had his wooden club shattered by one of the axeweilders weapons and now attempted to fend for himself with claws and horns. He couldn't see Newmoon anywhere. The stupid creature properly charged in the wrong direction and were now lost in the woods.
Little Hoof had left a trail of dead men in the sand and had now charged, what appeared to be the chief of the sailors. The man was a mountain, red plate armour covered him from head to toe and he was wielding a weapon even larger and more brutal looking then the rest.

The battle was clearly not going well. Several of the gors were already wounded and their wooden clubs and bone daggers did little to harm their opponents.
Totem noticed movement by the longboat, lying a few meters out in the still dark water. It was the centigor. The crazy beastman seemed to be attempting to tip the vessel. The minutaur gave a snorting laughter.
“today isanity is our weapon” he growled and leapt over the beach, crushing one of the armored men with ease, and contenuing out into the water. With a joined efford the two large beings managed to turn the ship over, and for good order Totem began to punch holde in the hull. The wood was hard and strong, but so was he, and soon after it gave in.

The centigor had joined the battle as soon as the ship fell and now Totem too turned and ran towards the combatants. Just as he reached land one of the smaller gors bleated a death rattle and dropped to the sand with a greatsword burried in his stomach. Totem grabbed the responsible human, lifted him from the ground and bit his head off. He tossed the corpse aside and looked around for more enemies. The taste of blood were shutting out all other impressions and a layer of red covered his eyes. Soon all thoughts were lost to the bloodgreed.
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PostSubject: Re: The Rite of Passage   Thu 12 Apr 2012 - 21:22

Good choice of names for the band. Thanks for posting your background stories. Looking forward to your campaign.
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