After just one game (Bar Brawl v's Beastmen) we have to do a page of backstory/fluff:
Evil has it’s bad days too, and one of its most embarrassing was the 23th day of the 2nd month of Imperial Year 2507. The day Frangelica the first son of the Chaos Dwarf High Priest was born…
A fellow Chaos Dwarf ‘Tinkerbell’ (Tink for short) was drinking in his splendid bright green armour with his new friend, Lance the Bestman, as a raging fist fight churned up the tavern around them.
“Lance, I’ve known ya for a minute, but I feel we really connect” Blurted Tink over his beer.
“Tink, that’s how I feel as well! Where are you from?” asked Lance over his pint of mead.
They both ducked as a bar stool flew over their heads. “Well, that’s quite a story” he shouted over the ruckus of the bar fight, shuffled in his chair & leaned closer. “I was the youngest son of the Chief Royal Guard in of the Obsidian Fortress of Zharr-Naggrund.”
SLAM! A dwarf dressed in hot pink armour was throwen into the bar right beside the new friends, spilling half Tinks beer.
“Frangelica!” Tink screamed over the roaring scrap, and with a grunt pushed him away staggering into the melee. Tink wiped the spill off the bar “Sorry, that’s Frangelica, and that hot pink dwarf is the reason why I’m here!”
Lance turned in his chair and followed Frangelica around the bar with his eyes “That is the most curious looking dwarf I have ever seen” Lance trailed off...
“We’re Chaos Dwarves, not Dawi” stated Tink “and curious is an understatement! Frangelica is more like an enigma, wrapped in curiosity that drowned in a rainbow!”
They both roared with laughter and their heads spun. “Phew that was strong ale.”
“I’d just survived my age of testing when fate intervened.” Tink rolled his eyes. “I had heard about the Life Curse of Frangelica and that life and plants bloomed everywhere he went.”
Tink noticed a few small green plants were growing in the dent in the bar that Frangelica’s head had just made. “See! He got exiled for this crap, and I was one of the ‘lucky’ ones that was hastily Bloodbound and sent with him! Tink isn’t my real name either, but Fragelica renamed us all just a mile away home, and it unfortunately stuck” He grumped.
Still, Tinkerbell thought, as a shiver went down his spine, he got off lightly compared to poor Guss Swifthoof; the once proud Bull Centaur, who’d been renamed Rainbow Dash!
Tink chuckled. “Where was I, Ahh; So we ‘acquired’ an Engine and our exile mission started: ‘To go overland to the Western Sea on a slave run, and never return’.”
“A respectable age old profession” Chimed Lance.
Tink nodded “Our engine needs repairs after Florence played with a few leavers and the main pressure chamber spat a whole boiler!” Tink despaired “And Mordheim looked homely.”
Tink bolted upright on his stool as a throwing knife bounced off the flower shield on his back.
“Well Tink,” Lance ventured “I think you’re the prettiest lady chaos dwarf I have ever seen.”
Tink chortled “I’m nooo lady Dorrf” he slurred after a good drag on his flagon.
“Really?!” balked Lance. “Sorry I just assumed with all that facial hair, the splendid bright green armour and the flower shield…”
Tink slapped Lance of the back in good humour “Don’t worry about it mate,” he said “for outlanders it can be a bit hard to tell… and you’re a handsome young fella too!”
“I’m not a fella.” Declared Lance with a wry smile “You really are new around here aint ya.”
There was an awkward thinking silence as both new friends drained their flagons.
Around them the fist fight tailed off into rowdy apologies, and then rowdier drinking games.
“What’s Lance short for?” Tink ventured as the bar broke into drunken song.
Gimme a pale, a barrel, a wagon,
“Lanceqūellẽr’skẳrhn” The Beastwoman proudly declared, batting her long eyelids at Tink.
Oh gimme a flask, a pot or a flagon,
Tink raised a bushy eyebrow “Well I can understand that my friend.” He smirked back.
Oh keep on pourin' til I be snorin'
“Barkeep!” Tink bellowed. “Another here… and one for this beautiful lady as well.”
Yes, gimme a drink of dwarven Ale!
Tink turned in his chair to Lance and asked “So what’s a pretty young lass like you, doing in a filthy, forgotten place like this?”…