Beastmen

"Wild men are wild, free, but not children. I am great headman... I count many things: stars in sky, leaves on trees, men in the dark. You have a score of scores counted ten times and five. We have more. Big fights, and who will win?"

The Ride of the Rohirrim, The Return of the King

• 2 x Beastlord
• Beastlord in Tuskgor Chariot
• 1 x Wargor
• 3 x Shaman
• 1 x Battle Standard
• 1 x Doombull
• 1 x Warhoof
• 10 x Ungor Raiders
• 18 x Ungor with Spear
• 21 x Ungor with Hand Weapon and Shield
• 23 x Gor with Two Hand Weapons
• 23 x Gor with Hand Weapon and Shield
• 9 x Minotaurs
• 5 x Centigors
• 10 x Bestigor with Two-Handed Weapons
• A Herdstone

Points: 1,900
General: Leofa
WoffBoots: -
Battles: Won - / Drew - / Lost -

The Wild Men of the Forest

Brokkor Mackabees

The forest is no home for a lord. Brokkor will live there only so long as he must, until the clans are forced to fight as one under his horned command. Then the old kingdom will live again, and the colours of Mackabees will fly from the ancient ramparts!

Dubh the Shackler

Champion of a lesser herd, Dubh has chained his own tribe to Mackabees' attempt to reclaim the old fief. Should Brokkor's ambitions fail, The Shackler will be well-positioned to seize control of whatever is left. 

Karbazak Thunderer

Wargor Gorwor

A thuggish, brutal leader, always ready to drive his troops to slaughter like cattle.

Wargor Grawar

A blood-soaked monster, restless unless drenched in gore

Bishop Bray

He preaches an eloquent sermon of endless violence amongst the burnt stones of a ruined chapel. If his congregation miss the finer points of the rhetoric, it matters little. The blood will still flow.

The Clerics of Ungrol

Devilish clergy of the dark powers, nameless as the fiends they worship

The Manflesh Tapestry

Crafted by the Bray Shamans in older characters than even the Dark Tongue, this dread banner bears an ominous aura of evil before it.

Bruvious

Even Brokkor Mackabees is a little more docile in his manner before this feral lord.

Warhoof Abvayl

No thug more battle-hungry ever drank warbrew from the common trough

Redouk Outraiders

Lurkers in darkness, hidden on the forest threshold. Once they make themselves known, it's already too late - the trap is sprung, the days of men number a few less.

Clan Ungrol

A wild breed, backward and mulish, slow of thought but quick to anger. They dwell all along the wooded hills of the Drakwald, their inbred families eking out their bestial lives in rotting farms and stinking caves. 

Children of the Black Goat

A thousand young flow from her curdled groin, thick as frogspawn in the heart of the Drakwald forest. Ia! Ia! Shub-Niggurath, thy children venerate thee!

The Kine in Yellow

Madness is theirs, the madness of the dispossessed. They ruled, once, in the Old Kingdoms, and will return to claim the crown and sceptre from those who think themselves purer or better. 

The Green Men

Drunk on dark victuals, lost in evil trances, the druidic worshippers of the elder forest gods know the true circle of life. Feed the roots blood, and the harvest comes soon. 

The Warpherd

When the spasm overtakes them, blood spouts from their foreheads in a jet higher than the mast of a ship. This is why you shouldn't put bonemeal in cattle feed.

The Bracchian Riot

The worst of horse and hound, these primal hunters stop at nothing to consume their prey.

The Oncemen 

There was a town in the deep woods once. They guarded its gates, but they couldn't save themselves from the enemy within.

The Heart of the Herd

It was just a stone, he told himself. But why did it seem to watch him with such malign intent?