campaign fluff

Wie een beetje background wilt geven, of zijn generaals wat meer diepgang bezorgen mag dat hier doen.
Omdat phillippe dit eerst bij het nieuws had gepost hebben we meteen iemand die begint en een voorbeeld geeft. Zalig toch?

in the dark depths of Athel Loren, in the great halls of Coeth-Mara, the Tenderleaf kinsband gathers around the prophetess Naiath. They've been gathered there by the prophetess and her servants to adress a grave threath to the old world: the dread gift of Eshuria

"already the Asur and Druchii have sent expeditiairy forces to those lands, 2 minor waaghs have been noticed in the mountains, daemongates have opened, ogre scavangers are pouring down their mountainsides, and even the dreaded undead have gained a foothold. The empire of men with their religious ferver and the ancient Slann with their aptitude for magic no doubt have sensed the stirring of power aswell. It is up to you, Lord Tenderleaf, to save them from theirselves. Walk the hidden paths of the forest, take the shrine, and defend it at all costs"

stunned by the seriousness, and most importantly, the openness of her words, the gathered Kinsband looking in horror at Naiath. Tough they are all battlehardened veterans, even the youngest of their kin, the fact that the prophetess simply stated what was going on, without beating around the bush, was enough for them to realise the importance of the task befallen to them.

preparations for the journey were made without hesitation, each packleader gathering his troops, and each sending one envoy to a friendly packleader, asking him or her for assistance (de komende banners :p)

The first one to depart, without her father's concent even, was Aislin Tenderleaf, young for an elf, but still a combatant able to go toe to toe with the worst of them, aided by her magical abilities, she easily found and occupied the ancient Shrine.

now that she has "saved the world"... will she manage to avoid her father's wraith?

with a glint of malovalence in his eyes, Scarr, having fortified his claim to his name since comming to this strange isle, looked down upon the fleeing remains of the daemonic host that had dared attack his position. barking a series of short orders, he gathered his warband and set out to retrace the steps of the vile usurpers, sending runners to the other kinbands, and the great leader of the expedition, the forces of Athel Loren turned as one, shedding concern about safeguarding their already accumulated wealth and terrain, and marching out to wage bloody war upon the unworthy. Aislin had driven back the undead, so that front was safe, Stabitha had decimated the human servants of the dark gods, and Zappa had, through carefull manouvering, trapped the solitary daemonic banner between several Asrai hammers. Soon, the isle of Ashuria would be free of it's taint, but for now it's ties to the land would have to be severed.

Safe in the knowledge that the threacherous Asur and weakwilled human followers of the ape-god Sigmar had no alternative but to combat the orcish cowards, dug in in their city, and knowing fully well the lizards understood the asrai importance to the plan of the old ones, bows were strung and arrowheads sharpened, leather armours doublechecked and mounts tended to. at dawn, they would charge. No quarter would be given, no prisoners would be taken. anything, mortal or not, would come to understand that, infront of the might of Kurnous, and the infinite wisdom of Isha, even the dark gods tremble in fear.

The time has come, victory is inevitable, and justice will be served