I R GMAN

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I R GMAN last won the day on September 23 2016

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    Da Followers of Graw
  1. Very nice tribe indeed. The blending on the Stonehorns horns is awesome. Also I love the fenrisian wolves. All beasts are welcome that help the raid
  2. It has been so long... you take one hit of Mudstikks Madcap brew and BAM! So I got to thinking, as long as you get stuck in and bash stuff (whether it's moving or not it doesn't matter) orruks, ogors, grots, even fimir and all we get along right. Since chaos went all mad and broke everything, and then went even madder and turned on itself, their is one faction that's been left out (bar the really new tzeentch weirdos ) and that's the beastmen. They like fighting and killin' like us, they're good eaters too, love their meat and setting things on fire, not to mention Gorkamorka is da God of Beasts! So my tribe has opened its bloody arms to the beasties, the thunderskorn and their minotaur monsters, after all is it that hard to imagine our plane smashin' god inspiring some new worshippers? Opinions welcome! Pics coming soon of some Gorkamorka worshipping beastmen!
  3. Now that! Is something I've been waiting for, much appreciated sir, may your feast pits be ever full!
  4. That's a fine crew of bone smashing monsters! Nice to see our one eyed allies are doing well, I haven't seen much fimir as of late. By the way I love the through-the-mists pirate lore, awesome! 👍
  5. That's a most impressive collection, and I love the colour scheme on the Dread Maw, I've heard there really good, scoffing down wound!
  6. These kind of things bring the best out in a community ^^ Cannot wait for all the Destructiony goodness 👍 Now I have to paint something ^^
  7. Many thanks everyone ^^ Belchfist - the corkboard is rare and hard to come by 'pfft!' Nah I bought a bulk of 5mm board off eBay many moons ago and have just been whittling through it ever since XD and thanks on the painting praise, though I'm still looking for a way to get some paler orruk skin ^^ Gareth - As soon as I saw the model the and the pose for the megaboss I knew what he was going on and yeah, it's a dead good place to yell from to! Zolas - Thanks! Actually I've come to realise I probably enjoy basing my minis more than I do painting them 😆
  8. Here are some of the lads, which are mainly just me testing some basing ideas a while ago along with what paint scheme I wanted to try out. I think some Beastclaw Raider are to be next, the Everwinter is hungry and I can't wait to try out some fur schemes ^^
  9. So Graw, the beast behind the horde. So here is a little fluff before I start posting my models. The Legend of Graw, The God-Beast Perhaps it was during the Age of Myth when the beast tore from across the horizon, spawned from some savage domain where only beasts of pantheon proportions survived. Or perhaps it is a freak of its kind having swelled to elephantine size after devouring some overconfident demigod. All I can be sure of is during the Age of Myth came the God-Beast, The Breaker, Peak-Eater, Graw the Unstoppable, and since that time it has devoured mountains, drained seas and shattered the empires of all those unfortunate enough to find themselves swallowed by its looming shadow. It was said that many true beasts tramped across Ghur through the Age of Myth before Sigmar set forth Gorkamorka and his orruk kin to tame it, and for a while they did As they slew the titans and littered the realms with their bones, however it was not to last. As much their nature as Ghur itself eventually the leash was thrown free and Gorkamorka set forth on the worlds with wild abandon. Perhaps we called Graw upon ourselves, our failed attempts to tame that which can never be tamed; merely infuriating the very land we now campaign across against the forces of Chaos, the hunting and culling simply calling forth a creature that defied us in its mere existence, and pulverised our arrogance of dominion like reeds before the hurricane. Graw is quite simply a beast to rival all beasts, a predator of colossal proportions. Graw itself rivals mountains in sheer size and enormity, and when seen from a distance the craggy peaks of its rolling back look no different to a far off mountain range, until to the surprise of most it moves and the earth for leagues around quakes with each monumental footstep. Atop the God-Beast are jagged peaks of stone like mountains that rise from the beasts back, harsh mounts that at times are wreathed in frost and snow. At some time in the ancient past it is said that Graw traveled to the southern jungles of Ghur, the Everwilds, where the thorn covered jungles are just as willing to sink their teeth into flesh as the beasts that stalk them. Perhaps the essence of Ghyran had found its way to those vicious valleys but the fanged plants and flesh eating blooms of the Everwilds possess an unnatural vigour, able to take root from windblown seeds in the most inhospitable of places from the searing ash fields of Aqshy to the shadowed clefts of Shyish’ Nocturn Depths. What is known is that between Graw’s own mountainous peaks that rise from its spine a blanket of carnivorous rainforest has taken root and now flourishes and where the beast treads pockets of steaming jungle are quick to take root. When Graw bellows, the very sound perhaps the origin of its orruk name, it rends the heavens above, forests are flattened before it and the steel is beaten from the will of mortals. Graw is the the wilds incarnate, unstoppable and utterly destructive. The fyreslayers of the Molten Lake once let loose upon it with their magma craft thinking their citadel safe with leagues of lava between them and the beast. Their arrogance was quickly quashed when Graw swam across the molten sea like some vast predatory island and devoured their keep. The skaven thought themselves safe untold leagues beneath the Bonepeak Mountains but Graw still smelt their stench and dug them from their subterranean lairs like the vermin they are and feasted on the shrieking rat things and their creations. And even before them when chaos came to Ghur and the champion demons of Khorn thought to pit themselves against the God-Beast, like they had a chance. How many demon princes and bloodthirsters last sights were Graw’s feet descending to crush them into oblivion. Perhaps one of the great Plaguespawn of Ghyran might one day match Graw, or even the Necrogargants of Shyish, but I myself doubt it for the annals of history surrounding Graw are simply an obituary to the kingdoms, races and monsters that have met their fate the day they crossed paths with the God-Beast. Since its arrival the God-Beast Graw has raged across Ghur, from the Sea of Claws to the Roarings Sands and even to the Lost Isles. On occasion Graw has even been known to rampage straight through to other realms when it's rage is great enough, but eventually the winds of beast magic will pull Graw back to its home plane, however by then the damage has already been done. There are many titanic creatures that have roamed the realms and especially Ghur since the Age of Myth, many of which the gods even feared when they first awoke however what sets Graw apart from most monstrous wild beings is its connection with the children of Gorkamorka. The beast draws all offspring of Gorkamorka like moths to a flame, they flock to the behemoth of carnage and ravenous hunger and some believe Graw truly does carry the green gods favour. It is said some of the first Bonesplitter orruks set themselves against Graw when it was young, its bones a prize worthy of the greatest shaman, but they were none the less devoured one tribe after the other until the first Prophet of Graw asked his bones how to slay the beast. The response from his seers bones, the knuckle bones of an Ur-Drake, was an explosion of green flame and splintered bone that really should have killed him there and then, but he stepped out of the smoke and flame, a vision burning in his beady red eyes. Graw was the gods chosen beast, and where ever it roamed, hunts, fighting and as much meat as they could fit in their tusk filled gobs would follow. And so began the first of many tribes of Graw, followers of the God-Beast. Now, many generations later, the Prophet of Graw, stands atop an idol of colossal beast bones atop Graw’s broad skull, divining where the God-Beast and his followers will hunt next. Orruks, ogors and grots alike follow the beast from one horizon to the next, knowing all too well that Graw will lead them to the next big fight be it the beasts of chaos, the ghouls of the flesh eating courts or our own stormcast warriors. Even upon his own back tribes of orruks, grots and ogors fight as much as with each other as the predatory plants and carnivorous jungles that call Graw their home, it is even said when Graw sets itself upon a kingdom that its followers will descend to the world below, grateful that the God-Beast has carried them to new and exotic fighting grounds. Now where ever Graw the Unstoppable,the Earthbreaker, the Beastmaw roams, the hordes of Gorkamorka are soon to follow. I aided in the retaking of Aqshy. I fell during to Age of Chaos as the twisted sons of Khorn tore my family apart in the Dustlands of Ghur and was brought back by Sigmar himself to bring vengeance down upon the spawn of the dark gods. But now I doubt. Graw cares not for conquest, or kingdoms or even the whims of gods. The worlds quake before his hunger and break beneath his rage. The God-Beast cometh...
  10. Would love to see Gutbusters get a full fluff haul, not to mention some love for the firebellies ^^ Would really love to see a spiderfang grot battletome on the horizon. However if it was for something non-destruction (just typing that hurt hehe) I would like to see the next duardin faction released.
  11. I do hope our base orruks and grots get a new spit polish ^^ The old goblins, and there wolves for that matter, are getting a bit old and not to mention the ol' gut first orc poses. I hope they get the battletomes they deserve, not to mention sweet sweet warscrolls. So yeah I hope they don't stay as generic greenskin filler in the allegiance book.
  12. Much appreciated from you folks ^^ To be fair it's just my fondness of big things crushing and eating little things that's just getting out of hand. Not to mention an excuse to convert some squiggoths into some AoS warbeast goodness ^^ Perhaps the one thing that I am happy about the Age of Sigmar is that it has brought all my favourite factions of under one banner 🎉
  13. The above is a reworded version of the chaos war mammoth rules released by Forgeworld. I'm making a gargantuan squiggoth for my ironjaws so it fits the bill really well 😆 . I'm also looking forward to running some smaller squiggoths with stonehorn-ish rules so can't wait to see if he makes the other 👍
  14. Doom tolls like a thunderous bell, with each of his footsteps. The earth rolls beneath his bulk and forests quiver and mountains shake. In the Age of Myth he charged from across the horizon as he set upon the realm with bestial rage, devouring forests, draining rivers and crushing kingdoms beneath his might. He is Graw the God-Beast, the deity of the Followers lf Graw. Some say he is the will of Gork (no wait maybe Mork) given hunger and rage. All that most know is he is the force of the wilds encarnate, a raging beast that shattered the chains of civilisation while the wild hordes of orruks, ogors and grots that follow in his wake raid the straggling remnants that he leaves behind. It is said the first Bonesplitters let loose upon Graw when he was young but their 'big teef' did little as he ate one tribe after another. Zigrak, a powerful shaman asked his bones how to fell the beast, casting forth his ur-drake knucklebones and do you know what the green spirits had to say? KATHWUMP! Zigrak was engulfed in a thunderclap of green energy and flying shards of bone that charred his skin and left his face black, but his eyes crackled with unruly energy and a dawning realisation spread across his scarred face. Graw was sent to lead them to biggest of fights and the best of hunts. He would smash down mountains and the weakling races. He was chosen by Gorkamorka and he would lead the charge to the greatest wars the orruk and ogors would ever see. To this day a Prophet of Graw rides atop the great beasts colossal form, as his mountainous back is home to countless greenskins and ogors alike, riding into the days to come. On the ground far below the hordes follow, many an ironjaw megaboss riding squiggoth, the spawn of Graw, in there own attempt to mirror the carnage that is Graw. So now The Followers of Graw have arrived, orruks, ogors, grots and all, waiting to get stuck into the next feast, the bigger hunt and the bestest of fights and with them the ground quakes with a coming cataclysm by the name of...Graaagh!
  15. Da Followers of Graw Leader: Da Prophet of Graw - Gulrog da Everburnin' War Cry: GRAAaaaaaagh! Faction: Aleguzzler Gargants, Beastclaw Raiders, Bonesplitterz, Firebellies, Gitmob Grots, Greenskinz, Gutbusters, Ironjawz, Maneaters, Moonclan Grots, Spiderfang Grots, Troggoths, Monstrous Arcanum, Ogre Kingdoms, Orcs & Goblins Realm: The Realm of Beasts (Ghur), The Realm of Fire (Aqshy), The Realm of Life (Ghyran), The Realm of Shadows (Ulgu) Doom tolls like a thunderous bell, with each of his footsteps. The earth rolls beneath his bulk and forests quiver and mountains shake. In the Age of Myth he charged from across the horizon as he set upon the realm with bestial rage, devouring forests, draining rivers and crushing kingdoms beneath his might. He is Graw the God-Beast, the deity of the Followers lf Graw. Some say he is the will of Gork (no wait maybe Mork) given hunger and rage. All that most know is he is the force of the wilds encarnate, a raging beast that shattered the chains of civilisation while the wild hordes of orruks, ogors and grots that follow in his wake raid the straggling remnants that he leaves behind. It is said the first Bonesplitters let loose upon Graw when he was young but their 'big teef' did little as he ate one tribe after another. Zigrak, a powerful shaman asked his bones how to fell the beast, casting forth his ur-drake knucklebones and do you know what the green spirits had to say? KATHWUMP! Zigrak was engulfed in a thunderclap of green energy and flying shards of bone that charred his skin and left his face black, but his eyes crackled with unruly energy and a dawning realisation spread across his scarred face. Graw was sent to lead them to biggest of fights and the best of hunts. He would smash down mountains and the weakling races. He was chosen by Gorkamorka and he would lead the charge to the greatest wars the orruk and ogors would ever see. To this day a Prophet of Graw rides atop the great beasts colossal form, as his mountainous back is home to countless greenskins and ogors alike, riding into the days to come. On the ground far below the hordes follow, many an ironjaw megaboss riding squiggoth, the spawn of Graw, in there own attempt to mirror the carnage that is Graw. So now The Followers of Graw have arrived, orruks, ogors, grots and all, waiting to get stuck into the next feast, the bigger hunt and the bestest of fights and with them the ground quakes with a coming cataclysm by the name of...Graaagh! View Tribe Page