Total Awesomeness from Owen of FarFarAway

I had to share this with all you guys. You see, as I mentioned previously, Owen from Far Far Away is coming down here to Orlando FL in November, and Me, him, and Dan are all gonna get together and do a FLGS Gaming Crawl, playing a game at each of the following stores (and probably in this order)

Phoenix Games
Amorous Armadillo
Sci Fi City

Now Owen had this awesome idea to make each game part of a mini campaign for the three of us, and with his mad fluff writing skills and planning he has written the following as a “first draft” for the Khadorian portion of the campaign.

Just a few quick facts for you guys: We are doing 15 point lists, sticking to a single caster each. Dan will of course be using Circle with Kromac, and I will be using pButcher with Khador. I honestly have no idea what Owen is gonna be packing as the man has like 4+ factions :P

Anyway, here is Owen’s really awesome fluff:

First draft of the campaign fluff –

Orsus Zoktavir did not consider himself as having a single place he considered home. He spent most of his time in or near battle. That was his home; the sound of slaughter and the smell of ionised air. That was what he longed for. The only place he had ever come close to sensing those homely and familiar things was in the black towered city of Khardov. The choking fumes from its mines and the unmistakable dark aura of the Orgoth were comforting to him.

It was there two weeks ago that he met Great Prince Aeniv Rolonovik. Orsus did not usually have any time for nobility. Their incessant pleasantries, lofty notions of Empire and misplaced ideas of duty were of no interest to him, but Aeniv was different. He was as dedicated, albeit in a very different way, to battle and slaughter as Orsus. In the Orgoth Keep of Khardov Aeniv had mastered the manufacture of the dreaded Fell Blades, the weapons that drove the Doom Reavers to feats of glorious carnage. It was in the Keep amongst those moaning weapons that the Great Prince told the story that set Orsus on the path he was now following.

The northerly wind began to scream louder as the Vescheneg Headlands reared up from the horizon. That was where he would find it, the Scourge Bringer, a mystical axe so uncontrollable the Orgoth had sought to destroy it. All they could manage was to divide the weapon and scatter the pieces. In the four hundred years since the Orgoth quit Western Immoren the axe had slowly manages to pull its pieces closer and closer together. Aeniv believed the weapon now lay in three pieces somewhere in the Veschenegs. With his recent exposure to the Fell Blades Orsus was certain he could find and reunite this most reviled of relics. Wielding it in one hand and Lola in the other his unchecked fury would wreak havoc amongst Khador’s enemies. It wasn’t through duty; it wasn’t to protect his home; Orsus was driven to bring destruction to all those who stood against him.

Reading that just gets me AMPED man. I cannot WAIT for November!


3 thoughts on “Total Awesomeness from Owen of FarFarAway

    1. Protagonist

      Re: Consider

      Regard if you want to wax lyrical and use a word more in line with your original intent, or think if you want to follow the ol’ standby of writing at a seventh grade level.


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