User:Grunt9101

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Skirmishes:

Breakthrough fight with Hoestermann's Mans: Bloodhoof's Raiders Victorious! ((Had a great game with Scroto, did not lose a single Beastmen or dog, and took 3 out of 5 of his marksmen to their graves, with Siegfried taking deep wounds. The Herdstone will be lavished with trophies tonight, for sure!))

Street-fight with the Iron-Biters: Bloodhoof's Raiders Victorious! ((Good game with Zack, no deaths on either side but had a short and brutal combat, multiple OoA's as soon as combat started.))

Ambush fight with The Good Company of Sir Aillas: Bloodhoof's Raiders Victorious!(but not really) ((Bloody game against these damn Bretts, lost Blackpelt my Bestigor and others were hurt badly, but still pulled through!)

Ambush fight with Iron-Biters: Bloodhoof's Raiders Defeat... ((Ignoble ogres ambush Bloodhoof and his forces while they are searching for wyrd stone and do lots of damage, no deaths but multiple injuries.)) [not that Bloodhoof wouldn't of done the same given the importunity ;)]

Occupy fight with Clan Bladeborne: Bloodhoof's Raiders Victorious!

((Crazy from the start, my dogs OoA'd three heroes withitn 2 turns, and then slowly took damage back but forced him to voluntary route with only captain and stunned hero left. Pretty brutal.))

Wyrd stone hunt with Clan Landprecht: Bloodhoof's Raiders Victorious! (( Once again dogs did lots of damage, and when the rest closed in he voluntary routed. But the two downed heroes full recovered and even rolled 66 for +1 xp!))

Wyrd stone hunt with Wicked K's Company: Bloodhoof's Raiders defeat... (( It was so so well in the beginning, and then shit hit the fan fast. Ended up only killing 1 zombie while my hero Gnarl died, and two of my dogs died. Dreadful dice rolling on wounding, while multiple times the undead needing 6's to wound pull through. Savagery))

Ambush with Crow Toof's: Bloodhoof Raider's defeat... (looked good for me in the beginning, but shaman with clubba wrecked everyone)

Breakthrough with Wu' Manchu: Bloodhoof Raider's Victorious! (Aboslute slaughter, did not even have any OoA, and in return i gave him about 8 ooa. I feel I left a mark)

Treasure hunt with Ironbiters: Bloodhoof's Raiders defeat.... and death (Well, the over all loss wasn't so bad, but Bloodhoof died. So warband retired. GG NO RE Zack)

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The story....

Bloodhoof Began his legacy as Bestigor to the bray herds Wargor, Karzak. After many days of no fresh meat and the last revel draining their stock of ale, Karzak decided on a great hunt to replenish their needs. The next few days were witness to mayhem and slaughter as the small bray herd rampaged every caravan and trade coach that dared cross the hunting path of Karzak. On the third day they spotted a heavily guarded coach and immediately attacked, unknowingly attacking a party of men who have tested their blades in battle before. Ten minutes of fighting later, Karzak and the herd were in retreat, many dead or wounded. Bloody and mad, Bloodhoof immediately challenged Karzak for Chieftan rights, and cut him down in a quick but bloody fight. Any of the herd who did not immediately submit to Bloodhoof's command were cut down mercilessly. After taking over, he led them on a series of successful ambushes, quickly gaining the loyalty of his herd.

Weeks later after killing an armed coach, great treasure was found. Small shards of stone glowing with mystical colors were in a satchel, and once held by Bloodhoof the winds of chaos themselves seemed to blow through him. He felt as if he was the chosen of his kind, and had to get more of these stones. That night they feasted on the flesh of the smooth-skins and sacrificed many captives to the dark gods, for the oncoming days would be filled with violence and bloodshed. The next morning, they headed through the trees following the path the coach took, and after many hours of travel ended up on a hill overlooking a dilapidated city. Stale blood and dark energies were almost palpable as they approached, and Bloodhoof knew that this accursed place would be where he carved out his legend, or died trying.

A day passed and Bloodhoof found the perfect lair to store his trophies and build an altar to the dark gods, an old Sigmarite chapel. Here they desecrated the trinkets of man and lit them ablaze in a pyre meant for the dark ones, and praised them the only way the true sons of chaos know how. Murder unrelentingly. They went out searching for a great hunt, and soon the city would deliver to Bloodhoof's delight.

A band of smooth-skins were coming from within the city towards them, most sporting some sort of injury. A few men looked greatly injured and most had the vile muskets of men, but Bloodhoof knew how to fight them. Most of the men were traveling in a large group south of a ruined building that dominated the soon to be battle-field, while a smaller group traveled from the north side.

Bloodhoof laid four of his beasts in an ambush to stop the large group from breaking through, and he took the rest of his herd north to slaughter the small group. The plan worked perfectly as bullets and bolts rained down upon them, all seemingly deflected aside. The dark gods surely favored Bloodhoof as he slaughtered two smoothskins that day. Finally the southern groups engaged in fighting and two more men went down with no casualties in return, and the battle was over as the humans limped away. Three of the musket men lay dead and were dragged back to the lair, to be devoured that night in celebration.But best of all, in Bloodhoof's trophy pile sit 3 wyrd stone, the beginning to a great treasure dedicated to the dark gods themselves.

Days later, while raiding a deserted street for Wyrd stone, four hulking figures appeared at the opposite end from around a large building. Fat jiggling masses of flesh and steel, Bloodhoof immediately sensed a fight was on hand. Rushing the figures with reckless abandon, ignoring any and all fear the ogres were giving off. After a few minutes of fighting fighters were down on either side and that's when Bloodhoof sensed it, a huge deposit of Wyrd stone somewhere nearby. He decided to break it and find the stones, these monstrosities tougher to take down than smooth-skins anyways. Fortunate for both sides the ogres decided to head off where they came from, and the two sides passed with no casualties, yet the battle taught them all there are other things lurking this city other than smooth-skins.

Deep within a destroyed cellar, it was Sharp Horn, one of his Gors who found the deposit. 4 glittering Wyrd stones underneath sacks of rotting grain. But there was something else there too, something as dark as the magic within the stones. A heap in the corner of the dark room rose and approached, Bloodhoof drawing his axe about to kill the beast. As it came into the light it revealed horns of a milky white, and fur of what looked like soiled cotton. A large white creature, a true son of chaos like himself. Only this one was different, it held a small sack in which dozens of fat white grubs were spilling out of. The creature reached in, grabbed a handful of grubs and mashed them, squeezing the life out of their small wrinkled bodies. From this fist full of grub mush a glow started, dark magics seeping forth into the world. The beast spoke low and slow, telling Bloodhoof great things are here for him, a legend waiting to be written, written in the blood of all his enemies. He was here to help him achieve these visions, and his name was Grubguts.

Soon after adding Grub-guts to Bloodhoof's savage band, battle was met once again. in the early morning mist, a band of humans dressed in bright colors and heraldry happened upon Bloodhoof's lair. Roused by the scent of smooth skin flesh and the promise of a meal, the band attacked. Ten minutes of brutal carnage passed, and the humans withdrew, but not before delivering a brutal blow unto Bloodhoof's beasts. Blackpelt lay dead, his broken body hemorrhaging from dagger wounds.

After the death of Blackpelt, Bloodhoof voyaged into the surrounding woods to find more bodies for his horde. After a few days of searching, he emerged with a new Bestigor, Mudfang. With the ranks filled in again, they returned to their den in the destroyed church. Before they could get there though, they were ambushed from several large piles of rubble. From within and behind these mounds ogres clambered out, frothing and yelling at them all. In the few precious seconds that the Blood hoof tribe could muster, they were cut down and scattered to the winds. If these ogres want to bring the fight to them, then they will get a fight.

A feint glow lit up the interior of the now defiled sigmarite temple. It's origin was a pile of rotting grubs on the floor, with the shaman Grubguts knelt by its side. He looked up and slowly pointed to it, Bloodhoof knowing all well that it was a sign. A large deposit of wyrdstone in a village nearby.

It took a day to get there but they arrived on the cluster of buildings where great power resigned. Quickly into the searching it was apparent a band of humans had the same idea, and Bloodhoof released the hounds upon them. Within minutes several of the humans were down and the rest of the beasts were close behind. Not only did they find the wyrd stone that was hidden here but they dragged home corpses for that nights feast. The signs in the magics were going to lead them to a greaty legend.

Bloodhoof was amused as his pack of hounds pounced upon a struggling human, tearing him to shreds. The animals started to feast, and the rest of the band followed up behind Bloodhoof, looking for more wyrd stone. Cresting a hill littered with remains of buildings, Bloodhoof had stumbled upon a band of humans accompanied by a large brute, an ogre by the looks. He motioned up his herd and sprung the attack, charging down at them. Quickly battle was met and the humans crumpled underneath the weight of the advance, only the Beast named Un-Un withstanding. With several dead and others wounded, they retreated before any more damage was dealt. The pile of corpses outside the defiled church grew.

Morrslieb was full on the night that Bloodhoof decided a night raid would be entertaining, so he and his band skulked the dark looking for sleeping prey feast upon. Little did they know they were going to run into another band of creatures of the night, A lich named Wicked and his zombie horde. Quickly the steel was ringing off of bone and flesh as they fought, but several beasts underestimated the weak looking undead and took grevious wounds. Two of Bloodhoof's precious hounds lay riddled with arrows, and Splatterhorn's corpse was being feasted on by zombies as Bloodhoof breyed for the retreat. These creatures would face the might of the herd some time, but tonight was theirs. Morrslieb is certainly a fickle bitch upon the luck of the beasts.

A few days later while seeking out anyone, anything to kill Bloodhoof stumbled upon the Crowteef clan and thei ilk of green skin. Furless green monsters with less intelligence than his hounds, he attacked. His bands momentum pushed them easily over the stunty goblins and into the thick of it, but slowly they were stalled and the shamans wicked magic beat them into submission, and they retreated. Another loss, and more questioning looks from his herd. Bloodhoof needed a victory soon or he could easily be challenged.

With losses mounting, Bloodhood returned from the surrounding forests with a great evil grin. Following him was a Gor and a minotaur, both willing to fight for him and wyrd stone. Gathering at the gates of a wall to head back, they crossed paths with some humans. They looked funny and had lots of angry poor looking serfs, but Bloodhoof wanted to test out his new herd. Quickly they showed their prowess as 7 humans lay dead on teh ground, and every one of his herd relishing in human blood. It was the first time Bloodhoof had seen Grubguts in close combat, and without fail his jagged sword ripped and tore with ease.

Bloodhoof stood across from the ogre band once more. Grubguts magics told them that great wealth was here, and he found the ogres searching for the same thing. The big one named Jugo pointed out and yelled. " ONLY ONE OF US WILL LIVE THOUGH THIS!" Bloodhoof only brayed back and charged, with ideas of a legend of grandeur in his head. Battle was met and the pendant of the dark gods Bloodhoof wore around his neck glowed brightly as he brought steel to ogre flesh. All around him his herd clashed with the ogres, and so he focused on his prey, one fat and mighty ogre bull. Unbeknownst to him, his band was dropping like flies and soon it was he and one other who was left standing of the beasts. With one quick glance around he saw the crumpled forms of most of his kin, his heart filling with rage and hatred. As he turned to swing back, his mighty gnarled sword coming down on the Ogres head, a gauntleted fist batted it out of the way. Quickly a sword pierced his armor, his thickened skin, and his black heart. Bloodhoof sunk to the floor, his last blurry sights of ogres feasting on beast flesh. He looked up as Jugo the fat and ugly ogre leader stood above him with what looked like a carving dagger, and felt as the beast going to work on his hide, the life finally slipping away from him....