The Generals

The Generals:

So, this is the page where I'll be publishing everyone's Generals (on their way to becoming legends, obviously).


Matt Wells:

First banner: Soddit's Mushroom Extravaganza PLC

General: Soddit the Unprincipled, a Night Goblin Warboss with Warboss Umm's Best Big Boss 'At, Guzzla's Backbone Brew, Wallopa's Wun-Hit Wunda and light armour.

Soddit the Unprincipled was just plain old Soddit before he found his hat in the treaure hoard of a particularly enormous Squig. Having managed to escape from said beast with the aid of his enormous prodder and a large book of innuendoes, he found that this was no ordinary hat, but one which whispered forbidden knowledge into his ears day and night. "Sales margins", "relationship marketing" and "venture capitalism", all were dark secrets which Soddit learned. Upon taking control of his tribe (defeating the previous Warboss, Keanz, using really cutthroat methods including a very sharp knife) he declared they were going on a crusade, a crusade that would pile the wealth of all nations at his feet. His plan was to do this by selling mushrooms for a great profit, establishing a monopoly by aggressively combating competitors (literally, with an army in tow) and, if possible, taking back any mushrooms they had sold at the end of a very sharp stick...



Dean Mellors:

First Banner:

General: Calion Darkbriar, a Level 2 Spellweaver with the Deepwood Sphere

Calion looked out across the rise, over the treetops down into the Vale and beyond. The morning sun warmed his skin, a breeze stirred his hair bringing smells of spring, warm air with a hint of rain. Calion pushed forth his sight to beyond the Vale. Deer herds grazed on new grass, great Stags overlooked their Does, protecting them. Further he pushed his sight on the the plains, small farmsteads here and there, smoke rising from blacksmith's forges,  from north to south no more than a dozen but still he pushed forth. A mine far away, dwarves most likely, plundering the earth of her jewels. A town shimmering in the heat haze, many races living so close the air stank with the waste of hundreds. Still he pushed, harder, further, till the earth dropped down, curving down....there....a stain, a mark left on the earth. He followed it slowly winding, taking what it needed, feeding, consuming all that it touched. A dark line stretched over leagues, banners touched by the wind, a glint of steel in the sun. Something pulled at him, dragging him back to quickly, almost knocking him from his feet, staggering as nausea washed over him. As he gathered himself he saw the Deepwood Shere, an ancient relic bound to him stir, deep red....blood red within the black grow...swirl. War was coming.


Matt Snow:

First Banner:

General:

"Whats my name?"
No matter, thought the old man as he stared into the innkeepers slick entrails as they lay on the floor of the main room of the inn.

He stirred the innkeepers entrails with the butt of his staff and knew the visions would start soon. It was always the same, his mothers stories about Kemmler, seeing Kemmler and riding the Tinman at La Maisontaal Abbey, watching his comrades die one by one . The boy who was a follower of Morr , yes he had become a powerful ally, in life and undeath. A wight. He had killed everyone in the inn.

What was his name ?

The old man had forgotten. How long had it been, a decade, a century, a millennia?

The old man gazed upon the entrails, looking through them .

He saw an island in a lake surrounded by trees . The book was there .

The old man rose to his feet , his vision at an end . As he did so , the dead patrons of the inn did the same .

"Freidrich Gustav," he said aloud. "That is my name." A smile crossed the old mans face.





Rachel Child:

First Banner:

General: Prince Iaret


Peter Taylor:

First Banner:

General: Dwaddle Dwelf, a Dwarf Lord with shield, Master Rune of Smiting, two Runes of Iron and a Rune of Stone


Mike Woolley:

First Banner:

General: Uncle Abraham, Ogre Tyrant with Jade Lion, Wyrdstone Necklace, Mawseeker, heavy armour and ironfist

In all the Ogre tribes that live east of the Mountains of Mourn there is only one that practices a democracy. Whilst other tribes are ruled by the mightiest Ogre, a tyrant who rules with a (sometimes literal) iron fist, the USO (United State of Ogredom) tribe elects its ruler from among a broad candidacy of Ogres through the process of one man, one vote- that is, the biggest and nastiest Ogre is the Man, and he gets the Vote. This progressive tribe has, in recent years, followed a very aggressive foreign policy, united by a very robust constitution and an enormous appetite...


Adam Lake

First Banner:

General: Prophetess of the Lady
Level 4 (Lore of Heavens); Warhorse; Holy Icon; Staff of Sorcery

Dan Ford

First Banner:

General: Pixilotl, 4th Generation Slann Mage Lord with Power Stone, Plaque of Dominion and Plaque of Tepok

Carl Kennard:
First Banner:
General: Elric von Schultz, White Wolf Templar Grand Master

Douglas Price:

First Banner:

General: Prince Stormthar, Prince on Dragon with Dragon Armour, Great Weapon, Vambraces of Defence