Empire in chaos

[Lewis C.]

-Based on the Fantasy book Empire in chaos-

This empire has fallen, destroyed by the realms of chaos. The warriors of the four chaos gods squander over the rest of the world, searching for any human survivors. The green skins assault the dwarfen holds and the slayer king is building a massive army to break the lines and push the grobi back. The few survivors of the empire are some of the strongest, warrior priests/Witch hunters and Mighty Army Generals.

The intro should explain what this RP is about. You can be one of three races, The Dwarves, The Grobi [Orks], The Hordes of Chaos or The Remaining humans.

Here's a Character Sheet:

Name:
Race:
Age:
Rank: [For humans its warrior priests/Witch hunters/Army Generals/Basic human]
Weapons:
Bio:

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Name: J'hed Kungath
Race: Chaos
Age: 312
Rank: Chaos Lord - Nurgle
Weapons: Possessed weapon, Heavy armor, Shield, Palanquin of nurgle.
Bio: J'hed got to his rank through fighting and backstabbing, he won his way to be a chaos lord. His armor is covered in pustules and disease. His palanquin glides across the battle field, followed closely by several loyal beasts of nurgle.

[Esiphas]

Name:Terraguy skyrippa (runto runtis)
Race:orks (goblins)
Age:N/A goblins and orks keep no record of age, so this is unknown
Rank:Black orc warboss (night goblin High shaman)
Weapons:Armed to da teef- 3 choppaz, sheild, spear, great weapon, 2 hand weapons, - effigy or gork, armour of gork, spiteful shield and triczy trinket, rides a wyvern. (staff of badumm, amulet of protecty-ness, niblaz itty ring, collar of zorga, hand weapon, wolf.)
Bio: a large ork, hevily armoured in orange armour, with extremly dark skin and his weapons polihed untill they gleam. well they would, but the are caked in blood. (small and runty, runto is really lonely, outcasted from his tribe because he is so small. he wears on orange ghood with 3 sets of horns through it, and carrys a nasty looking serrated sword, as well as his staff.

[Lewis C.]

Accepted. one more and we can start.

[Fungus A]

Name: Nekhemebet the disciple.
Race: Chaos
Age: Unknown
Rank: Herald of Tzeentch
Weapons: Staff of Tahn Khumen, Hukhumen: Orb of Legend
Bio: Tzeentch's mighty plan had only one flaw; his power. Tzeentch had granted all of his forces with power he saw fit to advance his plan, but he had underestimated the willpower of certain individuals, once granted power, could never lose it. Nekhemebet was granted a power that not even Tzeentch knew he had, he had the power of change, to it's utmost extreme. Nekhemebet was granted the power when he accepted Tzeentch as the true lord, he was once an empire bright wizard, when granted Tzeentch's power he turned to a corpse from the power flowing through his veins. Much to his luck however, his life was swapped in return for eternal loyalty, His corpse was re-animated as the undying servant, nekhemebet. He strove to obtain more power for his almighty god and obtained several artifacts from the lairs of the tomb kings, the empire and from the other chaos gods, eventually gaining his title as the Disciple. He however had two artifacts fused to body, the orb and staff of two mighty tomb king necromancers. These artifacts were combined with his limitless powers of change, the orb and staff can change form when prompted by thier master and can channel even his powers that could not be normally used into a pure form of change. His body changes so frequently that the bone and skin that he wears has formed an exoskeleton of his body, these often change appearence like the Horrors of teentch that he helps command. The daemonic powers granted to him allow him to release multiple powers in sequence, for example, summoning a group of horrors and granting them the power to spout plumes of change, incinerating everything they care to fire at. His bony armour has merged into long bony tendrils around his neck and back, forming what they call the pauldrons of burden. his cloak is made up of skin, formed from the moaning faces of all the souls he has harvested for Tzeentch's infinite armies. His helmet and face is distorted by his powers and appears as an emalgamation of eyes. He channels Tzeentch's power into any form he feels best and is one of His highest minions.

[Lewis C.]

The army of nurgle warriors pulled a aura of plague with it, destroying everything in its path. Ahead ran the beasts of nurgle, scouting out the remaining survivors and smothering them with their plague filled bodies. The leader of the force, J'hed, perched upon his palanquin carried by hundreds of tiny creatures spawned from the pestilence and boils of the greater demons of nurgle that lumbered at the back of the force, slowly. The army had armor that was light brown in color while covered in oil and disease that spilled from the foul creatures that oppucied the suit. Upon closer inspection some of the warriors wore no helmets, their skin a green with an underlying brown that was the result of the disease's eating at the chosens skin. Large green banners fluttered in the gentle wind, the cloth ripped and torn from countless battles, these banners blazed the symbols of nurgle, mainly the Three Skulls iconography. The army surged quickly, leaving the deamons that followed them to themselves, hitting the side of a Ork camp with suprise.

[Fungus A]

The Horrific glamour of war had consumed most of the sunset, the golden orange light casting a glow on the unnatural minions of Tzeentch, the scissor tactic between the two chaos armies was almost foolproof, Nekhemebet had sown some of his forces throughout the main bulk of the army, being Nurgle, and had spread his main forces towards the extremeties of the force, essentially having a core of nurgle and two, vice like tendrils of Tzeentch's mighty warriors and daemons. Nekhemebet floated atop a plume of flame, right at the front of the charge, his licks of flame flowing down the hillside, singeing the grass around the unsuspecting encampment, wherever his forces marched, the grass withered, thier presence drained by the almighty himself. "Our lord demands action." Bellowed out Nekhemebet, his unholy cacophany of voices accompanying the voice of a corpse. "We will strike now and leave no creature alive." Nekehemebet greedily regarded the campsite, looking for any traces of this fabled amulet that was buried under the campsite. His many eyes gleamed with battlelust, his undying loyalty towards Tzeentch, constantly fueling him to fight for his God. The forces of Tzeentch grew uneasy, the though of close quarters combat with Eight foot orks seemed slightly scary. All but the marauders and daemons seemed intimidated. The sky grew darker by the second, nightfighting was no problem fore the malicious forces of chaos...

[Lewis C.]

The orks stood no chance against the forces of chaos, the chaos lord noticed one of the goblins reaching to raise the alarm. It was not needed. The bellowing voice of J'hed roared across the grass covered plain "CHARGE!" Nurgle warriors on fell steeds charged the flank of the base, 100 or so in total crashed through the base encampment, destroying the large grobi. To combat this, the brutish orks released large mutated wolves, ridden by goblins. These foes where cut down with sheer numbers. A volley of crude arrows was released into the air, the flimsy attack penetrating only the maruders skin, making them angrier.

In the midst of this fight, J'hed shouted towards the lord of Tzeentch "Shall we join our brothers in their merrymaking" he said with a smile spread across his gruesome, helmet covered face.

[Esiphas]

sorry, can i be runto or do i have to be this terraguy? or can i be both?

[Lewis C.]

Both

[Fungus A]

Nekhemebet was wary, this was a small encampment for the greenskins. His grotesque visage glared at J'hed. He realised what was happening. "We must charge if we are to stand a chance! All of us!" His unnaturally echoing voice held hints of despair and fear, his chosen stood nearby, relaising that this was not the full potential of the greenskin forces. "The Grobi are massing!" His manic cries peirced the war cries, the daemons of Tzeentch began to fall back, reluctant to move any further, even the normally joyous pink horrors had a sorrowful disposition. As his forces held back, practically holding back the nurgle forces, what they thought was grass on the other side of hill began to rise, mottled with patched of brown and occult icons, the entire plain began to march towards the combined armies of chaos. "We can charge now and kill them!" Nekhemebet thought only of the artifact held under the encampment. As the orc and goblin forces marched to reinforce the campsite, the plain seemed to shift, hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands even began to mobilise towards them. "You have underestimated our foe, you and you moronic excuse for a god have failed yet again!" He howled at the Nurgle lord. Nekhemebet rallied his forces and led the second chrage, bringing with him the firebreathes, flamers of Tzeentch. The horrific plume of crackling fire flowed down the hillside, obliterating the orcs that held the front line. nekhemebet skirted into the Camp, blowing his way through the side gates, hurriedly scanning for his prize...

[Lewis C.]

J'hed screamed foul curses at Nekhemebet as the Tzeentch sorcerer went searching for his artifact. He turned to face the living plain of orks "No, they have underestimated us.." he pointed his finger at the massing grobi force and mumbled some incoherent language. A bolt of blasphemous lightning hit the centre of the advancing force and an entire squad was engulfed in the blast. The group mutated into blobs of nothingness only to sprout wings, eyes, spikes, tentacles, beaks and all manner of horrible concuctions. These newly transformed spawn turned on their old friends and attacked, ripping through several bodys with massive swipes. "Behold the power of nurgle!" J'hed screamed into the air as the warp opened up infront of them and horrbile figures of daemons stepped out into the living world.

[Fungus A]

Nekhemebet knew of the tides of green now marching over the hills, the valley with the camp was soon to be engulfed in greenskins. Nekhemebet was still frantically searching, shrugging off the blows that occasionally pierced his unholy hide. He burned the buildings to the ground, creating a swirling mass of shrapnel and changeling fire. Tzeentch wanted the artifact for one of his most faithful servants, little did Nekhemebet know, that once he obtained the artifact, tzeentch would once again fuse it to his skin, much like all of the other artifacts. Nekhemebet was an occult armoury unwittingly becoming Tzeentch's sword bearer.

[Esiphas]

terragy looked down over the hill his army were marching down, and spotted the chaos down in the valley. "hur hur hur hur ha!" we are gonna stop dem chaos ladz with der orns into the mud. ent that right Runto?"

runto stammered as teh extreemly large ork gazed down on him. as best as he had tryed to avoid recapture, his efforts had resulted in him stumbling into another orc camp. fortunatley, he had been allowedv to sleep in his nearby tree, so he could practise magick freely. now, under the gaze of terraguy, yhe wasnt so sure about his original praises. "ye ye yes b boss" he stammered and waited for the reply.

terraguy bellowed his mighty wagh into action, and runto, accidentaly, unleashed a fully scalled waagh magic blast into the enemy, fry 10 score mens brains in and instant. terraguy patted runtos head "good little killa eh runto?" then he took off on his wyvern.

[Lewis C.]

The nurgle lord moved through the moving green tide, the swipes of the orks where deflected by the poisonous sword that J'hed held. His sword slid through body, weapon and shield alike, dropping tens of hundreds of orks. They just kept coming. He saw the great shape of the wyvern fly into the air, just after the ork goblin mage killed alot of his hardened troops. "Enough!" bellowed the lord as he dismounted from his palanquin. The nurglings surged around in in a living carpet, infecting orks as the tried to hammer down on the lords strengthened armour. He began to stride forward, through the swarm, crushing grobi with his shield and boot. He reached a clearing and shouted into the sky "Face me coward!" he was adressed the ork on the wyvern. A crackling was heard as the lord generated a spell and flung it up into the air, towards Terragy. His beasts of nurgle circled the lord, clearing a large area for the two to battle, one on one.

[Esiphas]

runto looked down the hill and saw the chaos lord looking rather pissed. he realised he must have vaporised half his troops. then realeased a blast of purpley green fire and blew a crater at his ffet.

meanwhilst, terraguy ad his wyvern finished munching on a chosen squad, the turned as runto unleashed a second magical blsat, and he took of, flaped his wyverns wing once, then dive bombed and knocked the chaos lord to his feet. he pulled his favoirite choppa out of its holder, the raised it and swun it down.