Animosity I – The Omnibus

It has been three weeks since six figureheads and their coalitions fought to determine the fate of the hallowed necropolis of Amasya. Now, you can read this tale from start to finish, as we’ve compiled the entire campaign in PDF format. It is Team Animosity’s genuine honor to present the ANIMOSITY I – Omnibus for you to download!

Topping out at 120 pages, this compendium is a complete archive of all content created for #AnimosityI – ours AND yours. We’ve taken the liberty of compiling your War Stories and narrative reports into our “official” record, so that your contributions may stand the test of time.

And with that, Animosity I – The Hallowed Necropolis is, quite literally, in the history books! We’ve already begun work on Animosity II – The Burning Winter (October 11th through 20th), so make sure to follow us on Twitter and facebook to stay up to date or simply check back soon for more details!

NEOs who registered to run #AnimosityI, we want to hear your feedback so we can make #AnimosityII the best it can be. Please expect one last email from the campaign team, and we hope to see you again on the next go around.

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What secrets await in the Shyishan underworld of Lake Baikal?

 

 

 

 

 

War Story – Talaha Takes To Battle

Submitted by Rob C. of WA

Where: Galaza Dreadhold, Chamon

When: Four months ago.

“Tell me Crone, where shall I find worthy adversaries. Where shall I find worthy skulls for our blood God’s throne.”

The Seer was gazing lovingly into her scrying pool. Her old and weathered face  concentrated into staring at the vat of blood before her . Her eyes having turned completely black while using the blood incantations  to communicate with the dark gods. The fresh blood of many victims mingled with spices from around the realm, the hot tendrils of vapor wisped around her and gave the appearance of a mockingly angelic Halo. Her aged withered hands held sacred palms that were lit on fire above the vat made from the hollowed skull of a mammoth.

Dancing above the vat of vapor, one could see smokey images and dark symbols. All who were gathered could see what was happening, but only the Seerer could interpret what was before them all.

” A great time of war and tribulation is upon us. Very very soon you will have all the blood and skulls you need to worship Khorne. ” But alas what you seek is not here, it lies behind a great gate. You will need to  travel far from here and offer your services to a great Stone Warrior, then, and only then, will you be able to start your great path to Glory.”

Talaha, The Butcher of Galaza had something that passed for a smile crossed his scarred and tattered face. The remnants of which showed the results of a lifetime of countless battles.

” Yeeessss, yeeeesss this is what I seek. Tell me now where shall I go.” He hissed beneath his horned helmet.

” Before I give you what you desire, you must pay me what I desire.” The old Crones face lifted from her dark work to gaze at Talaha.

Talaha motioned to the gathering of Blood Reavers behind him. They thrust forward two young women. Both were dressed in the ceremonial clothing of Sigmar’s priestesses. Both priestesses clothes  bore the runes of the Temple they’d been stewards of just a week before.

” You have truly surpassed my expectations. I shall now Divine what you want and need.”

The Crone dreamily gazed at the scrying pool, and began to chant the dark incantations  necessary for the ritual, her body rocked in time to a dark dance that only the Crone could hear the music for. . After about 20 minutes she lifted her head and smirked at Talaha, her semi toothless smile showcased her rotting teeth.

“A great warrior plans to cast down one of Sigmar’s creations, you will join him by journeying north to the realm gate of Shan A’zon, then follow the old road south.” The Crone drew a long breath and then continued on. “You will find victory and glory. You will also find defeat and shame. Finally, you shall never return here. Ever.”

“I care not to return, I care only to serve the Lord of Blood and Hate.”

For a moment Talaha was worried, scrying is never so direct or clear, this might not be a good omen.

Talaha turned from the Seer, he motioned over to the two Blood Reavers. The Reavers stepped forward each with a cowering prisoner under their control. They shoved the prisoners to the ground in front of the seer. Both prisoners started crying and begged for their lives. The Crone seized the closest one by her red hair and pulled her over the edge of the scrying pool. A crooked smile crossed her wretched face as she pulled out a ceremonial obsidian dagger. The redheads green eyes filled with terror.

“Enjoy your payment.” Talaha and his men strode away from the Temple as the the cries turned to screams and then abruptly ended. 

“Gather all that wish to taste glory and victory first hand!” He glanced at his men for a moment. Then quickly raised his Gorecleaver into the air. “FOR CHAOS! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”

At once the assembled Reavers began chanting!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

Yes, Talaha smiled, Khorne shall be pleased.

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