THE GREAT WAAAGGGHHHH!SKARSNIK AND GOBBLA
- 275 POINTSSKEEZER, BIG BOSS
- 36 POINTSSNOTGIT, SHAMAN (level 2)
- 85 POINTS32 SPEARGOBBOS - (Shields, spears, nets, cmd group, 2 fanatics)
- 221 POINTS20 NIGHTGOBBOS (with nets, cmd group, 1 fanatic)
- 160 POINTS20 BOWGOBBOS (includes 1 fanatics and full command group)
- 115 POINTSSPEAR CHUKKA
- 35 POINTS3 SNOTLING SWARMS
- 90 POINTS5 SQUIG HOPPERS
- 60 POINTSSQUIG HERD (includes 4 Night Goblins and 6 Squigs)
- 60 POINTS3 HILL TROLLS
- 105 POINTS
LORDS: 22.14% HEROES: 9.74% CORE: 39.94% SPECIAL: 28.18% RARE: 0%
TOTAL 1242 POINTS
INCREMENTS OF WAR (or, the stages of completion):500 Point NIGHT GOBLIN ARMY
HISTORY IN THE MAKING (where I will catalogue a brief historical comment on the completed units):
Desolation. That is the best word to describe the Eight Peaks. Desolation. In the rugged peaks of the Worlds Edge Mountains only death can be found, but somehow many races of the Old World struggle to retain power in this region. The secret is that inside of the mountains lies great wealth from a Dwarven civilization that has outlived itself.
Skarsnik, an unusually smart and tactically sound goblin, has managed to gain control of the region, and was even the self-proclaimed ruler of the Dwarf Hold of Karak Eight Peaks for a time. Until Belegar Ironhammer returned to claim his birthright. Although Belegar currently holds the hold, it is a constant balance of power between him, Skarsniks horde, and the devious skaven known as Queek Headtaker.
It was on the eve of yet another assault against the hold that the destiny of Skarsnik and his tribes would change forever. Sitting in his command cave, Skarsnik indulged in a mushroom brew that had been delivered by Skeezer’s Red Moon tribe. Of course, Skarsnik knew this to be a bribe, mostly to keep him from having to send any of his tribe to help support the constant assaults of the Eight Peaks. But the gold was coming in, as were a variety of other tokens from the tribe. As Skarsnik indulged in the brew, in the back of his mind he knew he would have to put the chieftan in his place soon, lest he assume that the wealth he had truly belonged to him and the Red Moons, but this would be a matter for another day. Eventually drifting off to sleep, Skarsnik awoke in a cold sweat to the presence of another, one whom he did not immediately recognize but at the same time seemed so familiar. Immediately slashing out with a hidden dagger, the blade went right through the figure as if it was not there at all.
“Who are you to enter my domain?” demanded Skarsnik. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the figure erupted into a greenish flame that lit up the cave. Behind the figure, squatted a massive wyvern, surrounded by the same ethereal flame. “I am the resurrected. The re-incarnation of Gork and Mork, I am he that you will be commanded by!” The cave shook with the force of the last words, and though Skarsnik was not easily rattled, he found himself cowering before the presence of this immense being. “What would you have of me?”
And with this, in the middle of the night Skarsnik gathered all of his forces and marched on the Stonefist Clan, to retrieve a chest that held so much value that the Gods Gork and Mork would send such a creature of immense power. Although the members of the Stonefist Clan put up a valiant effort to defend their keep, the overwhelming numbers of the force Skarsnik bore down upon them with was too much, and the hold quickly fell. This victory would be short lived, however, as Belegar Ironhammer had finally caught up to them and quickly engaged the army in a counter attack, scattering much of Skarniks Horde and sending him fleeing. But it was enough time for Skarsnik to discover that the chest had been carried south, and he knew just the tribe that he could go to in order to get appropriate reinforcements, the Red Moons.