For countless centuries the forces of Chaos cut a bloody swathe across the Mortal Realms, destroying and corrupting all that they touched. Unable to stand against such an overwhelming opponent the God-King Sigmar bided his time locked behind the gates of Azyr, there he channelled his energies into the construction of an army, one that would rain down his divine judgement upon the forces of Chaos.
As years passed Sigmar’s rage grew until he could contain it no longer, unable able to watch on as the realms were crushed by the ever tightening grip of Chaos, Sigmar unleashed his Stormcast Eternals, warriors reforged into the living embodiment of the God King’s ire. He will know no rest until evil has been driven back and the Mortal Realms returned to their former glory.

For the so called 'free peoples' of the realms, and the long shattered civilizations of Aelves and Duradin, It was the dawn of hope and salvation, The Age of Sigmar had begun.

To the forces of chaos, numberless and ever thirsting for greater challenges to overcome and glory to be earned, This was merely a rebellion against their already proven supremacy, and the god king's thunder-born abominations would find that the age of chaos would not fade into the annals of history so easily.

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Welcome one and all to what very well may be this site's first warhammer rp set in the Age of Sigmar. And it's a chaos themed one to boot! For you will all be playing as chaos marauders, reivers, gladiators or whatever you want to call yourselves. Not quite the status of chaos warriors with their magic infused weapons and rune etched warplate. You would still be viewed as mere 'chaff' by such esteemed killers. But that is also what you all hope to change.

You are all going to be playing members of a motly band of marauders drawn from the ranks of the spire tyrants. For those who don't know, the spire tyrants are a catch-all name for former slaves who have been thrown into the infernal crucible that is the Varanspire's fighting pits and against all odds emerged hardened & reborn. You've endured tortures and trials beyond the limits of mortal imagination and endurance, and after who knows how many years of ceaseless pain & slaughter you have now earned yourselves a quasi freedom, you are still undoubtedly Slaves to darkness, but you are no longer slaves to the arena. You have the rare opportunity to leave the Varanspire and venture into the wider realms in search of glory for yourselves, for Archeon and for the dark gods! Or you might die unremembered in some backwater ditch, your bones picked clean by feral cannibals. Just another failed aspirant of chaos. Your fates for better or worse, are you own to forge.

So, with all that out of the way i'm sure many people are still wondering, “Well that's lovely and all, but what the hell are we actually going to be doing?” A fair question. For the start of this game you will be exploring the eightpoints. In particular a region known as the Bloodwind spoil, which is a land of the Eightpoints between the Arcways that connect to Chamon, the Realm of Metal and Ghur, the Realm of Beasts. For the most part your goal is simple survival. You are common servants of chaos no different from millions of other chaff and would-be petty tyrants. You might dream of greatness and becoming true champions of the dark gods but that is a future you have to earn through blood, pain and trial. You will have to prove yourselves both too and against your fellow slaves to darkness. You will fight other servants of the dark gods just as much, if not more often than you would those of the god king and his allies. Sacrifices must be made, relics both profane and holy need to be secured and shrines to false gods desecrated. In short you will do anything and everything within your power to secure the patronage of powerful warlords, daemon princes, sorcerers and the like. Perhaps even earn a nod of recognition of the everchosen himself.

This is based heavily on the lore and factions introduced in the AoS skirmish game 'Warcry' if anyone is familiar with that you've probably already seen all the connections. If you're not familiar with it it's basically the fantasy version of kill team, but faster paced and more three dimensional.

I have no doubt that most people on this site aren't too familiar with AoS. That's fine, if you have any questions or want any clarification on things just ask. One of the advantages of doing this rp in AoS and with the spire tyrants in particular is players have more race options than just being human. Dwarves (There aren't anymore chaos dwarves as you knew them from WFB, that was something very specific. You would just be a dwarf who turned to chaos), any variety of beastmen & the visibly mutated, and elves of all stripes. Other races might be permissable, you just have to have a good pitch.

If you have any questions, comments or queries than please fire away.

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The Bloodwind Spoil:


As stated above, the Bloodwind spoil is the stretch of realm specifically laying between the two major realmgates leading to Chamon and Ghur respectively. It is a heavily populated region rife with feuding chaos tribes, packs of feral greenskins, flocks of demons, and innumerable other terrors. The blood of nearly every species and peoples in the realms has stained it's blighted soil at one point or another.

These days The bloodwind spoil mostly serves as a series of expansive, albiet dangerous trade highways. Along which moves truly staggering number of slaves, resources and even whole armies. All flowing to or from the Varanspire to keep the great war machine of chaos churning ever forward.

In the age of myth It was home to mighty cities of dwarven ingenuity and Aelven culture. Once famed throughout the eightpoints for it's artisans and great libraries. Following the Age of Chaos, None of those cities or the architectural wonders they proudly boasted still stand. Archeon's generals made certain of that when he swept through and made the eightpoints his personal blightened domain. The black walled Varanspire stands taller and more imposing than anything previously built by the forces of order in these lands. And from it's terrible peak Archeon's rule over this realm is undisputed. Only the most insane would dare to defy the Everchosen's authority, and not even the most brave or capable warrior would survive such a boast.

While one might assume that over the course of many centuries these ruins have been picked clean time and again by scavangers and thrill seekers. It still proves true that no matter how many times one looks, there always seems to be new treasures just waiting to be discovered by those willing to look, and fight to keep them. The petty tribes of chaos literally clamour and butcher each other for even the meanest of these trinkets. For few outside of the sorcerer's of the Varanspire know if they are truly valuable. These sorcerers and warlords have a permanent bounty placed on and such treasures, which only spurs further violence and competition, for those who return with them often receive generous rewards and patronage.

There are other rewards to be earned of course. Long buried and forgotten secrets to satisfy the subtlest or most grandiose of ambitions, None of these should be pursued by the feint hearted or the weak of mind. Each of these rewards must be paid for in blood and agony. Many greater warriors than you have tried and failed to secure them.

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Character Sheet:

This is what some typically armed pit fighters might look like for reference sake. Your character can be more lightly armoured than this but this is about as heavily armoured as anyone will be getting. No one must dress exactly like this, but it's a great reference for the type of equipment you would have. Crude, but effective.





** A note on weapons & equipment, I'm allowing a fair degree of freedom to personalize your character's weaponry and armour. You are all gladiators, and gladiators are both warriors and performers. They develop styles, flairs and attachements to particular weapons. I'm happy to permit a degree of flamboyancy in this regard. Just don't go into anime territory, and don't just plop down someone wearing a full freeguild uniform or some such either. There should still be some visible chaos influence. Also keep in mind that you are all still on the bottom rung of the chaos ladder, barely above common slaves in the eyes of your masters. So magic weapons and rune-eteched plate are not something you would have. Think more leather, bronze and iron. Even steel blades could be seen as a waste to be given to such lowly warriors as yourselves.

**** Many will notice that I don't have sections for personality or history. As a DM I prefer the elder scrolls approach to character backstory. That is for two reasons, the first being that I personally find writing and reading those blurbs to be tedious if not outright pointless. The second is for more narrative reasons, i.e Who your character was before they were broken and remade in the fighting pits of the varanspire means less than nothing to anyone. Two facts unites all the pc's, first you were all once slaves that were thrown to the crucible of the blood pits.

Second, you all emerged victorious and earned your quasi freedom. Who, how, why or when isn't important, What's important now is who you will become and what you are willing to sacrifice to sate your current ambitions.

That's not to say you can't come up with some deeply intricate and personal backstory and post it with your cs. But it's not strictly necessary and I wont hold anything against someone who doesn't want to write out a novella's worth of backstory. As far as i'm concerned, your character's transformation into a bloodthirsty gladiator of chaos could have left them mentally scarred with no recollection of their pathetic existence before the pits. That actually sounds pretty cool.

lets get it

Woot, Everybody do the chaos

working on something but it might not be up until the weekend

@Afro Samurai no worries.

I don't have a character worked up but I'll join up. I've got a couple ideas so I'll probably wait to see what other folks take before I hop in. I've got like four ideas based on a look at the AoS site, so I'll take whichever isn't represented.

Honestly I would say just make whatever you want. Until a sheet is posted no one has claimed anything. And only one person out of 5 has let me in on their 'in development' character concept. Everyone else is a mystery until they post their sheet @BangoSkank

Name: Tyris the Cunning

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Appearance: Tyris stands taller than most, standing on the right side of 7 feet tall. If it wasn't for the blood, grime and dirt on her, some might even call her pretty. A blonde by birth, she preferred long hair though her time as a gladiator saw her tie it up into various ponytails. Her shoulders broad, Tyris stood as a warrior, equal to that of most men.



Equipment: Wearing a mix of leather and furs, Tyris made no attempt to hide her northern heritage. Though skimpy as it might be, she wasn't one to let herself be weighed down by cumbersome armor. The mindset "The best armor is not to be hit at all" rung through her head constantly.

She was not unarmed though, as she was never seen far from her two-handed axe "Grimnir" - A seemingly mundane axe however one she had named regardless. At her hips sat two Shortswords, both remained unnamed however as her preferred method of severing heads was her axe.

Ambition: To unite and rule over those that sought to crush her will or that of her Sister; and to destroy any who oppose their rule.

Nvm

Name: Batuba the Swift

Gender: Female

Race: Aelve
Appearance: She would stand 5'8 with greaves and is perhaps shorter even with them on. No one cares to measure a slave. She is more toned than muscled and by naked eye she is lithe--much like the rest of her race--when compared to the behemoths who roam the pits. She wears leather wraps around her chest and groin and the same type of rudimentary armament covers calf-to-heel on both legs. Otherwise, she is bare.

She wields two mambele sickle swords--of the shorter variety--which she uses to pull, trap, parry, and twist opposing weapons away from her before stepping into an opponent’s guard and delivering lethal and often mortal cuts to vital organs to her opponent’s centerline (neck, stomach, chest, etc.).

Tucked in the slits of the leather guards which protect her legs is a dagger which she uses as backup in case she is disarmed or loses one of her swords.

(for an idea of how she uses her swords, see here)

Ambition: To become powerful enough to command armies of her own and serve the Everchosen.

We got one down. Looking forward to seeing some more!

I'm up for this. Just give me a bit to organize my ideas.

No problem. We ain't going anywhere soon. I'm still waiting on... 4 other sheets? hard to keep track. Most people reached out to me via PM or discord

Name: Kar'ak the Ravenous

Gender: Male

Race: Human?

Appearance: Tall and rather muscular with almost no body fat to speak of. He maintains his physique with a steady intake of flesh and blood from those he has slain. This diet also contributes to the ungodly reek of blood and raw meat that hangs about him at all times, even more so than other pit fighters. It is said that his breath can kill a man at arm's length. His mouth and hands are perpetually stained a visible red from years of feasting on those who didn't manage to kill him; made even more noticable by his pale complexion. Bits of his past meals can often be seen wedged between his crimson teeth or trapped under his grime and gore covered finger nails. Adding to his ghoulish fisage is the complete lack of hair anywhere on his entire body. From his toes to his non existent eyebrows, not one single hair will grow.

Iron from the knee down, leather from the knee to waist. Kar'ak wears no other armor, wanting as little barrier as possible between his skin and the warm ichor that pours from the flesh he rends. Even his selection of weapons is centered around his need to feast. He carries two gore-caked machetes into battle, but not just any machetes. These wickedly sharp hunks of iron end in bladed hooks that easily strip meat from bone with a flick of the wrist. Another of his favorite techniques is digging the hooks into an opponent and pulling them toward his gapping maw so that he might sample them before the main course. The Ravenous One also carries an assortment of carving knives he ground into form and sharpened himself. These are not for battle and he takes great care in keeping them pristine so they smoothly unzip skin and separate the finest cuts of meat from the rest of the corpse.

Ambition: "I bring them flesh for strength, skulls for the pile, blood for glory! I feast in their name! A day will come when I prove worthy of their favor. With their power I will drink from the throat of the False God. Drink! Drink and become!"

I'm pretty sure I love you now Jarl Coolgruuf

@BangoSkank :)

@Jarl Coolgruuf well cannibal man is definitely chaos enough for this crowd.

aight i just took out the picture and added description

Name: Aomalur the Merciless

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance:
His kind face and unremarkable height belie the cruelty of Aomalur. Perhaps that is why he did as well as he did in the Arena. A flair for the the theatrical and a tendency to play with his opponent, as well as his less than particularly threatening appearance, meant that his fights tended tended to ratchet up to their often grisly and drawn out ends. With his nondescript appearance Aomalur had not been granted a particularly impressive weapon to start out with or any title to strike fear in to the hearts of others. He had been expected to fight and die and to do the latter rather swiftly, but his tendency to drag the fights and the deaths out became his calling card.

Equipment:
Sticking with his initial weapon, a simple but substantial sword with a squared off guard and a spiked pommel, Aomalur eventually earned and adopted a shield with a crescent cut out to complement the sword and stopped there. Neither required any particular strength or endurance to wield and so he was free to practice his foot work and his swings. In time he made additions to his armor to capitalize on his developing methodical style.

Chainmail hangs from his shield to catch deflected weapons and disarm or distract opponents. Chainmail about his chest serves a similar purpose. He otherwise wears minimal armor to allow himself unimpeded movement. In the Arenas his horned helmet served mostly as decoration, and to serve as part of his ceremony. When his foe was beaten, lying exhausted in the sand and waiting for the sweet release of death and an end to pain, Aomalur would drag the poor soul to his helmet, deliver a killing blow, and bathe the helmet in the last of his opponent's life blood before donning his helm to the applause of those gathered.

These are his only tools, but he knows them well and they have seen much use.

Ambition:
To march across these worlds and leave a trail of bloody dirt and bleached bone behind.

@Jarl Coolgruuf@BangoSkank@Afro Samurai

you can all post in the character tab