The Time Before and the Time After

This snowstorm was unplanned for, it called for a change of plans, NO HE WOULD CHANGE THE STORM! Crackedmorrowdebated with himself, was this a mistake? Swearing allegiance to The Dark Prince and reneging on Tzeentch? NO THE GOD OF MAGIC HAD FAILED HIM, or had he failed the god?

His time for pondering was cut short, as a herd of Stonehorns cut off his path. The Ogor riders bellowed in their idiot tongue, probably a challenge of sorts. Crackedmorrow squawked, divided himself and summoned forth his minions. At least the Shadow Lord had been kind with his gifts - chaining the souls of Shadowborn, Shadenettes, and Duskbearers to Crackedmorrow’s command. LET THEM COME THE BEASTS WANT A FIGHT AND WE SHALL GIVE ONE, could this go wrong?

The Beastclaw Raiders lumbered forward, they tired before reaching his lines. KEKEEKEE NOW SEE THE POWER OF SHADOW, this better work… Crackedmorrow sent a blast of magic into the Frostlord, chaotic shadows tearing into beast and rider. Unable to resist, the Shadenettes screamed into the fray attacking another Stonehorn with their claws. Reaching a third Stonehorn the Shadowborn lit the beast aflame the black smoke billowing across the battlefield. The burning creature screamed and thrashed about before turning into ash.

The Shadenettes and Duskbearers were crushed underfoot but had served their purpose, the remaining Raiders knew fear. FINISH THIS WE MUST IMPRESS THE MASTER, not yet let us play with them more. The armies had switched positions at this time giving Crackedmorrow an avenue of escape. With the Realmgate at his back, the Blacksouled Changelord dove into oblivion.

COWARDICE THE DARK LORD WILL DESTROY US, no strategy we need not fight in order to impress. Hurling into a new reality Crackedmorrow observed a new landscape, familiar but different. This was an Ulguan land he surmised but not one known, the possibilities enticed him. He made to step back through the Realmgate but was interrupted by a robed figure. Ignoring most of what the man had to say, he nodded along. Ending their conversation Crackedmorrow heard a sound.

WAAAGH! The Orruks crested the crater, their Gore-Gruntas heading full tilt towards the Changelord. AGAIN FIGHT NO RUNNING THIS TIME, if we must. The charge tore through the lesser daemons but crashed against the wall of Shadowborn. The towering creatures of burning shadows sliced through the terrified Ironjawz, leaving nothing in their wake. The Megaboss was blasted into a gibbering chaos spawn which turned to attack the Ardboyz it had once commanded. Seeing they were outmatched, the remaining Orruks fled shouting “Good Scrap!”

THE FOOLS WE MUST FINISH THEM OR THEY WILL BE BACK, no these lands are ripe for our plucking, the inhabitants weak and easily manipulated, we shall rule here in the name of the Shadow Prince. Using his mind’s eye Crackedmorrow discovered the perfect location to begin his reign of terror, an island filled with a mixing swirl of Shadow and Death magic, his favorite types to play with. The march southward began in earnest.