Конец Времён: Архаон

[Бернхард]

Какой у гримгора мотив?

Он же чорк.

[Iron Duke]

Миньку выпустили недавно) Я верю ... в жадность ГВ

Ну таки глоткин не саиый лучший вариант убийства свежака (

Но сам очень надеюсь что мы встретимся вновь с нагашем

Как говорил старина Кел "древнее зло непобедимо"

[Юрий Игоревич]

Он же чорк.

Ну я думал будет что-то интересное. Странно, вроде хг на севере, а он с юга пришел.

[Шикарный Манул]

Ну таки глоткин не саиый лучший вариант убийства свежака (

Глоткины у дедушки Нургла. Так что с их возвращением в 9ке проблем нет

[Iron Duke]

Манул проблема Нагаша к несчастью в том, что скорее всего он потерял большую часть своих сил, а посему гиганским скелетом в латах вряд ли теперь будет

Так же написано и то что его прах смешался с прахом манфреда

Уж очень не хотелось бы чтобы их объединили духовно

[Iron Duke]

Глоткины у дедушки Нургла. Так что с их возвращением в 9ке проблем нет

Лады

Ждем и надеемся )

[Листопадов]

Сеттра останется жив? Интересно, это даёт надежду на то, что в 9-ке не сольют царскую часть нежити.

[Mad_Rat]

Сеттра убил Трогга и зарашил в толпу, вроде, дальнейшая его судьба не раскрывается.

Но если прям совсем по RAWу, то по идее откинулись все, кроме описанной в самой конце фигуры видимо Сигмара, которая лепит в войде пузырь.

[Alchemist1422]

Ну вот что за твою мать, а... Огров собрал, Хаев почти собрал... Надеюсь, ГВ реально не пойдут на выпил бОльшей части минек кроме "top 3 low-selling armies"...

[MachineHammer]

Но Сигмар бро Малекит , шта?

Общий враг помогает друзей найти.

Ну йопт...

Ну так ведь Сеттра!

В конце Неферата, Кхалида и Изабелла, обнявшись, на крыше замка в Сильвании где нежить охраняет последних выживших, встречают закат этого мира. Прямо фон Триер какой-то =|

С-серьезно? Не шутка Оо ? Я думал что что Кхалида Неферату в конце пришьет, что сестринские чувства проснулись?

Напомнило ее целовашки обнимашки с Кхалидой из второго Нагаша.

Я что-то пропустил, но можно поподробнее? Кхалида и тогда не пыталась упокоить Неферату?

Про Малекита кстати там тоже не совсем так. После набега Манфреда начался обвал, он поймал тян и кинул её Тириону, но самого завалило.

Малекит прям тру-мен, еще больше зауважал его. :rolleyes:

А мне как то сполеры не нра... Сэттра спасающий Нагаша и отказавшийся от хаоса , шта?

Ну лично у меня бы неиллюзорно бы пригорело, если бы Сеттра принял Хаос. А так спас Нагаша, возможно доставив ему от этого не знатный бат-т.

[anglais]

Они могли бы последовать примеру Эсталии и пострадать сами за себя, но недолго.

мне как то пофиг ;) . человек спросил - я ответил.

[Iron Duke]

Ну лично у меня бы неиллюзорно бы пригорело, если бы Сеттра принял Хаос. А так спас Нагаша, возможно доставив ему от этого не знатный бат-т.

не у тебя одного

к слову Сетрра поступил реально как царь царей, "ну нету власти над ним, смиритесь ничтожества из варпа" :)

ну и вобще СЕТРРА РУЛЛЛЕЕЕЗЗЗ! :)

[Vengar]

Общение Сеттры с Нагашем читать ЖУТКО. Один говорит капсом, другой курсивом и оба изо всех сил косплеют Йоду. И да, Сеттра просто сказал, по сути, "сейчас я тебя спасу, как замочишь Хаос - поговорим".

[Count]

Нагаш умер после набега Манфреда.

Причём предсказание про его смерть не исполнилось.

[jendis]

Сигмар вместо того что бы быть нормальным Хи-Мэном - is very intelligent.

Нужна еще Ши-Ра и Хорд :)

[Юрий Игоревич]

А какое предсказание смерти у нагаша?

[Шикарный Манул]

The Beast Waaagh!

Grimgor Incarnate, 2 units of black orcs, orc boyz and Ogres, plus 1 unit of orc boar boyz, , ironguts, and leadbelchers, and 1 giant.

Orcboyz and Orc boar boyz must be upgraded to big uns

No units in the formation take animosity tests

All units benefit from waaagh and can re-roll one or more dice for charge range.

The Host of Shadow

Malekith, 1 unit of black guard, phoenix guard, wildwood riders, darkshards, black arc crusaders, high elf spearmen and a War Hydra.

no units have to take dangerous terrain tests and shooting attacks against Malekith or units within 12 are at -1 to hit

Increases Steed of Shadow to 36, and can do so multiple times.

Host of Life

Alarielle, Durthu, nasetra and arahan-must be mounted, 1 treeman ancient, 1 handmaiden, 1 sisters of avelorn, 2 glade guard, 1 deepwood scouts, 1 wild riders, and 3 units of dryads.

all units have regeneration, Durthu and treeman ancient get hatred against any enemy unit within 12 of Arielle.

Host of Light

Tyrion, Imrik, 2 high elf princes, 2 knight orders, 1 reiksguard, 1 demigryph knights, 2 lothern skycutters, 2 silver helms, and 1 unit of cold knights.

Gain +d3 result in close combat if they charged this round.

Hatred towards daemons and undead

The Blood Hunt

Wrath of Khorne, bloodthirster Insenate Rage, and 1 unfettered fury, 3 units of bloodletters, 1 of bloodcrushers, and 2 of flesh hounds.

d3 units get vanguard deployment rules

all have hatred and can re-roll failed charges.

Army of Blight

Isabella, great unclean one, 3 units of plague bearers, 1 of plague drones, and 2 units of nurglings.

enemy units have -1 leadership, their generals inspiring presence is reduced by 6", and shooting attacks a -1 to hit.

The Host of Death

Nagash, Arkhan-mortarch sacrament, Krell mortrach despair, 1 unit of Morghasts, Morghasts Archai, Grave Guard, and Black Knights.

Arkhan get a +3 bonus to casting results

Grave Guard and Black Knight have WS5 and suffer two less wounds from unstable.

Host of Fire

Caradryan, 2 units of Asuryan, 1 unit of white lions, Har Ganeth executioners, and eternal guard.

Asuryan must take flamespyre

All models get devastating charge and flaming attacks

Wake of Fire at +1 strength

Throng of Metal

Balthasar Gelt, runelord, 2 units of thunderers, 1 unit of irongdrakes and ironbreakers, 2 cannons, 1 organ gun. 2 gyrocopters

+1 armour piercing and saves

on a 5+ warmachines and units armed with ranged weapons can shoot again.

[Aver]

Большая часть формаций интересная.

У Малекита и у Карадриана странная хрень, конечно, зато остальные норм ИМХО

[halaster]

black arc crusaders

Описка. А то я увидел незнакомое сочетание и на миг обрадовался.

Изменено 13 марта, 2015 пользователем halaster

[White Boy]

Блэк Гарды и Феникс Гарды. Наконец-то. Официально вместе. После стольких лет :image197:

Спасибо, дорогое гэвэ, что просто выпилило хаос гномов, без извращений с нормальными )

[Юрий Игоревич]

Гримгору без магов тяжело... Или в формацию можно брать доп.модели?

[Монгол]

Гримгору без магов тяжело... Или в формацию можно брать доп.модели?

Формация должна быть выдержана, а что там еще в армии помимо формации это на откуп игроку, так что ничего не мешает

Изменено 13 марта, 2015 пользователем Монгол

[Даня_кап]

А Лорд оф зе енд таймс оканчивается далеко не концом истории. Надо превозмочь, и прочитать. Спойлерить буду по мере прочтения.

"Раскрывающийся текст"

Aekold Helbrass might be content to play in the ashes of Kislev, but others have come in answer to the Three-Eyed King’s challenge – Vilitch the Curseling, Valnir the Reaper, a dozen others.

Изменено 13 марта, 2015 пользователем Даня_кап

[Шикарный Манул]

Ты про что? про цемки-обжимашки андедов?

Изменено 13 марта, 2015 пользователем Шикарный Манул

[Даня_кап]

Ты про что? про цемки-обжимашки андедов?

Ну да, было такое.

"Специально отмотал в конец"

EPILOGUE

Autumn 2528

Neferata stalked through the ruins of Middenheim, as the world died around her, and wondered why she had come. She had left the uncertain safety of Sylvania, left her new kingdom in the hands of her greatest rival and only friend, Khalida, and made for the certain doom of Middenheim. She had flown through the tortured skies, urging her abyssal steed on to greater and greater speed for reasons she could not articulate. Her armour was scorched and scarred, and wounds marked her flesh, but she felt no pain. There was no more time for pain, or fear, or anything save sadness. She looked up, and watched the sky burn. Her steed screeched in agitation where it crouched on the northern gatehouse.

You were right, Khalida, she thought. It is the end, and nothing we have done means anything any more. All our petty grievances and spiteful schemes are as dust before the doom that is coming to claim us all.

A whimper caught her attention and she turned, seeking out its source. She saw a woman, clad in ruined armour, crouched nearby, amongst rubble and the bodies of elves, dwarfs and northmen. Neferata sniffed, smelling Vlad’s blood on the woman. She moved towards her, sword in hand. The woman had been beautiful once, and might have been again, if there had been time.

‘But there is no time,’ Neferata said, softly. ‘There is no time.’ The end had come and gone, and all that was left now was for the carrion birds. She could feel it on the air and beneath her feet. She looked down at the woman, pondering. Then, hesitantly, she stretched out a hand.

‘Her name is Isabella.’

Neferata whirled, her heart thudding in her chest. Arkhan the Black staggered towards her, through the smoke and fire, leaning on his staff, his ragged robes swirling about him. When he reached them, the liche looked down at Isabella. ‘Vlad must have saved her somehow. He was always a determined fool.’

‘Not a fool,’ Neferata said softly. She sank down and cradled Isabella, as if the other woman were a child. ‘Just a man.’ She looked up at him. ‘You survived.’

‘I did. Thanks to Settra.’

‘Settra,’ Neferata said, unable to believe her ears. She shook her head, dismissing the thought, and asked, ‘Nagash?’

Arkhan extended his hand. Neferata’s eyes widened, as she took in the slow dissolution of Arkhan’s skeletal fingers. ‘The Undying King is gone, and his magics with him. Soon, I will join him. The Incarnates have failed, and the world is coming undone beneath our feet.’

Neferata looked up. ‘We will all join him. The world is done,’ she said. Isabella whimpered, and Neferata murmured comforting nothings to her. ‘All our striving, all our pain… for what?’

Arkhan was silent for a moment. He looked down at her and then placed a hand on her shoulder. ‘For the chance at something better,’ he said. He took her hand and pressed it to his chest. ‘Do you feel it, Neferata?’

She jerked her hand away. ‘Feel what?’

‘One last roll of the dice,’ Arkhan said.

‘Spoken like a gambler,’ Neferata said. She hugged Isabella close and stroked the whimpering vampire’s matted hair. Crimson tears rolled down her cheeks and plopped into the dust. Arkhan reached out and wiped them away, before he turned away, to face the growling dark that crept through the streets towards them. ‘The End is here, my queen. The all-consuming black fire of the empty spaces between worlds. I see it, even as Nagash must have seen it. It will devour the world, bit by bit, until nothing is left. Until our world, our history, is but dust on the cosmic wind. When they have finished toying with the remains, the Ruinous Powers shall turn away. They will turn their attentions to other worlds, other times, and it will be as if we never existed.’ Arkhan extended his hand without looking at her. She took it, and he hauled her to her feet. She still held Isabella.The city trembled around them, and a strange light rose from the cracks in the street.

‘ButI see something else, in the void… I see a figure, shining with the power of light and the heavens, swimming through the dark, determined to stir the embers of our passing and free the seeds of a new world, and new life,’ Arkhan went on, his rasping, creaking voice filled with something she thought might be wonder. He touched his chest, and she saw a light shimmering through the rents in his robes. He glanced at her. ‘There may yet be hope, though that word feels strange to say.’ He looked down at his chest, and touched a black mark on his robes, in the shape of a hand. ‘I thought she had cursed me, but I think she knew, in the end, that it would come to this. I see a figure, small in the darkness, but it will grow stronger, and I will help, even as oblivion claims me.’

Neferata looked at him. Questions danced through her mind, but she could not speak. She wanted to tell him to abandon whatever mad fancy had seized him. She wanted to tell him that her powers might sustain him, that together, they could hold off the end of everything. But the words turned to ash on her tongue. Arkhan turned fully towards her, and caught her chin in his crumbling fingers.

‘Run, Neferata. Run and perhaps you may yet outrun the end. Perhaps you may survive, to flourish with those seeds of life I will help plant in the world to come. Run to Sylvania, fly back to our people, and lead them, in these final hours. Lead them into death, and into the new life the old gods of the sands once promised us.’

‘Arkhan…’ Neferata murmured. She caught his hand, and kissed his mouldering bones, and then stepped back. ‘I will lead them.’

‘I will buy you what time I can. It will not be much, but it will be all that I can give. Go, quickly,’ Arkhan said, turning back to face the destruction. Neferata turned without another word and ran, Isabella cradled to her chest. Behind her, Arkhan extended his arms, as if he might bar the doom of all the world through sheer determination. Amethyst energy crackled along his bones and leaked out through the cracks in the same. His robes flapped about him as he lifted his staff high, and spat the words to every spell and incantation he knew that might hold back the tidal wave of destruction.

She could almost imagine him smiling, in those last few moments as she fled Middenheim on the back of her abyssal steed. A flash of purple from behind her and the crack of splitting air told her of his fate, and she closed her eyes to weep for the only man she had ever loved.

The world died around her, as she fled. Middenheim fell first, consumed by the nightmare forces awakened in its depths. The hungry darkness crept outwards from the void where the Fauschlag had once stood, and crawled across Middenland, consuming the Middle Mountains and the Drakwald. It was at once empty and full of squirming, abominable shapes, like vast serpents or the writhing tendrils of some immense, unseen kraken. Riots of colour and sound filled it, only to vanish and reappear. The keening of a thousand daemons washed across the stricken land ahead of it.

Beastmen stampeded out of the Drakwald in their thousands, fleeing before a doom that called out to them, even as it drove them mad with fear. Neferata saw them below her as she flew, vast hordes of panicked animals, and the Children of Chaos were soon joined by others – humans, orcs and even ogres, all fleeing before a doom they could not understand, and had no hope of escaping.

The darkness grew, devouring one province and then the next, over the course of the days and weeks that followed. Talabecland vanished, and then the Reikland, swallowed up by the cacophonous void birthed in the heart of Middenheim. Averland fell next, and then the others, one by one. In their mountain holds, the remaining dwarf clans saw nothing of the end, and would not have fled, even if they had.

The Grey Mountains crumbled, and even its staunchest defenders could not prevent the wave of desolation from washing over what remained of the kingdom of Bretonnia. The great forest of Athel Loren vanished, as if it had never been. The new-born over-empire of the skaven followed, and no burrow was deep enough to hide the scurrying hordes of terrified ratmen from obliteration.

The world shuddered down to its roots as it was consumed. In Sylvania, what was left of the peasantry, as well as refugees from Averland and the Moot, sought safety in the ruins of Castle Sternieste, where the dead made ready to protect them as best they could. By the time Neferata reached her lands, the sky had gone black from horizon to horizon.

Her abyssal steed smashed into the battlements of Sternieste, its form wreathed in smoke. It groaned and shuddered as Neferata hauled Isabella off its twisted form, and lifted the nearly comatose vampire up. Her retainers met her on the battlements, their eyes wide with fear. ‘Mistress, what–?’ one began.

‘The end,’ Neferata snarled. ‘Where is Khalida? Where are the liche-priests? Where are the necromancers? Summon them all! Gather them here, so that we might–’

‘We might what, cousin? Escape our fate, one last time?’

Neferata turned, and saw Khalida, once High Queen of Lybaras, and once her cousin, standing nearby, staring out at the encroaching darkness. Even now, her thin limbs wrapped in crumbling wrappings and her ceremonial vestments tarnished with age and battle, she was the very image of a queen. Neferata snarled in frustration. ‘And you would meet it gladly, then?’ She shook her head. ‘I will not go like a sheep to slaughter. Not now, not ever.’

‘You speak as if we had a choice, cousin,’ Khalida said.

‘There is always a choice,’ Neferata began, but the words died in her throat as she saw the distant shape of the great bone wall raised by Mannfred in the year before Nagash’s resurrection crumble like sand. The darkness swept over it, and Sylvania shuddered like a dying beast. Below, in the courtyard, the surviving humans screamed and wept in fear. Neferata shook her head. ‘Too late,’ she muttered. She looked down at Isabella and kissed the other vampire on the brow. ‘I am sorry, little one. I was not fast enough.’

‘Yes,’ Khalida said. She turned towards Neferata. ‘Time has caught up with us at last, cousin. The Great Land is dead, and soon we will join it.’

Neferata laughed sadly. ‘Maybe it is past time. But I will not do so cowering in a hole.’ She looked at her cousin and smiled. ‘We are queens, cousin. We are daughters of the Great Land, which was old when the world was young. Let us die in a manner befitting our station.’ She extended a hand. ‘Will you join me, Khalida?’

Khalida stared at the proffered hand, and, after a moment of hesitation, took it. Down below, the warriors of Lybaras, Khemri, and Sylvania raised their shields, as if bronze and steel might be enough to resist the destruction sweeping towards them. Frightened humans cowered behind skeletal warriors and armoured vampires, seeking protection from those they had once feared.

And then, the final darkness swept the last of the old world away.

Старый добрый Валнир Жнец сражался с Вульфриком.

Valnir’s head dropped from his bloated frame and bounced across the cobbles.

А Вульфрик сразу встретил Вальтена.

Wulfrik toppled, clutching at his neck. Valten retrieved his hammer and turned back to his enemy. Wulfrik, gasping and choking, lowered his hands and lay waiting. He was smiling again, his teeth stained with blood. ‘Good fight,’ he gurgled as Valten stood over him. He closed his eyes. Ghal Maraz struck.

По худ. литу Мартака пришиб Архаон.

Martak lunged. Archaon’s sword slashed out, and the wizard’s head, eyes bulging with fury, bounced down the steps. The air reverberated with a mournful howl as something left his body, and then all fell still. Archaon sank down onto the steps, his sword planted point-first between his legs. He leaned against its length.

‘Yes, wizard, I will,’ Archaon said softly, as he stared down at Martak’s head.

Изменено 13 марта, 2015 пользователем Даня_кап