Gathered In Their Masses, Just Like Witches At Black Masses (Feb 2nd - 16th)

 

 

"Cry havoc and let slip the beastmen of war!" - The Heretic Siegbert Ratminzer 

It seems the city will not be lacking for the ambitious or mad anytime soon as many new warbands have taken to the streets of the damned city to claim Wyrdstone and lives! The Partisans of Pie, a half pint mercenary force out of Mootland took a bloody beating at the hands of the Daggers of Fate. Will the fat little halflings have what it takes to tough it out in the city or will they go crawling back to their surprisingly comfortable holes.

A three way street fight broke out between beastmen, greenskins, and Sigmar's most faithful. Chargok's Herd, the Aura of Sigmar, and the littlest Waagh in recorded Imperial History  fought over a cart of Wyrdstone. The Little Green Babies as they are known suffered a casualty but left the fight with the lionshare of Wyrdstone. With so many bloody thirsty killers in the city some are now praying for a second hammer of Sigmar to strike the sinners from the face of creation.

A wealthy merchants daughter was recently rescued by the Bulls of Ostland who claimed the reward for the noble deed instead of eating her because and I quote, "Not enough meat on them ribs." 

The Daggers of Fate gave the ogres plenty of bruises on the way out. The promising young bull Studly lost his life in the struggle and his corpse was prepared in accordance to ogre mourning rituals, it was dry rubbed and smoked for 12 hours before being consumed by his friends and family.The ghostly pirates suffered a catastrophic blow as their captain was killed. The jury is still out on whether or not the corpse captain will be able to rise from this mortal strike.

Obituary

 "It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it's called Life." 

 

"Studly"

 

The Great Maw's Hungriest Soldier 

"Captain Jennifer"

 

She will be mourned by a grief stricken girlfriend until said girlfriend remembers that she was already dead and can be brought back through the damnable practice of necromancy. 

"A Goblin"

 

Reports have come in that one of the little green babies has perished, though I am sure there are plenty more. Here is an artist rendition of what the creature most likely looked like in life.

The Bloody Market Place of Ideas (Jan 8th- Feb 1st)

 

"The bigger they are the harder they fall harked the Pitfighter!"

The Market Square of the Damned City was painted red this week as the ravening hordes of chaos, insidious cults, ghost pirates, and bellowing ogres fought for domination of the area. Krazy Karl a young bull of Ostland made a mortal enemy out of the beastman captain Bluey of the Daggers of Fate cult after he walloped the scaley sod on the head and buttocks. This deeply shameful act has earned Karl a most intense grudge from the beastman and his comrades.

The dastardly spectral pirates took control of the incorporeal hand of the market from the Bulls of Ostland. The Daggers of Fate now control the Pit and Sage's Hall much to the horror of everyone else. What dastardly research are they doing and how many more must feed the yawning pit? The creature known as Masky has entered the pit and returned with a mountain of wyrdstone for his cult, cementing his place as a leader among his foul people. GLORY TO THE PIT!!!!!

Obituary 

There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.

"Sikel" 

He always wanted to visit the pit, so lets go pitch him in."

"Sherry the Cursed Sailor" 

Survived by a conveniently identical twin!

"Casey" 

Survived by a family he wasn't born to but was warped into.

"Strange Beasts" 

Odd man shaped beasts and striped house cats the size of ponies have been turning up whipped, half starved, and dead around the city.

 

 

First Steps Into the City (Jan 7-25th)

 

"A vengeful wraith howls a haunting sea shanty as it emerges from the River Stir!"

The first games of our map campaign started off with a bang as Cults of the Possessed, Ogre Maneaters, Sharpshooting Reiklanders, Ghostly Pirates, and Chaotic Marauders from the steppe fought in the streets of the damned city of Mordheim.

The Reiklanders established footholds in the East and South gate and are charging a toll to those wishing to enter districts opposite their gate.

The Bulls of Ostland have established a foothold in City Hall turning the civic building into a festering feast hall of mysterious meaty delights. 

An alliance between the Bulls of Ostland and the Ghostly Pirates of the River Stir has lead them to establish a foothold in the Market Square but only time will tell if this arrangement lasts.

Obituary

"Dead men tell no tales when you chain them up and toss em in the River Stir!" ~ The Mad Mortician of Mordheim

"Skugg the Ogre" 

Taken by the Nurgle Pox at the tragically young age of 16. Survived by many brothers and a proud father.

 

"Ernest of Reikland" 

Chopped into mince by Studdly the Ogre. Survived by few and mourned by even fewer. May Morr have mercy on his lonely soul.

 

"That Damned Red Beastman" 

 Found rotting in the street full of Reikland arrows. He died as he lived, unnamed and uncared for.

Welcome to the City!

 

"The obstinate Ostlander finds himself locked in lethal melee with the perfidious rat man!"

 

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