allying with dark elves is a terrible idea

"A means to an end, they gain nothing but the cleansing of Chaos from their land, after that the truce is null and void again."

The skink on his shoulder translated all that the dark prince spoke, behind him a small cohort of his myrmidon saurus, hand selected by the great white lizard for the resilience of their scales and the ferocity of their nature. They stood like giant teal statues, bedecked from head to toe in golden ornaments and bones from the denizens of lustria. Mighty horn hide shield in one hand and star lances in the other they moved not a muscle, dared not blink dared not even breathe without the command of their lord. 

Once Malekith had finished it was time for Gor’Rok to make his claim. The Dark elves were a ruinous and malicious host, known to raid, despoil and enslave. Many Dark Elf lords had stood against Gor’Rok and all of them had perished under his mighty star mace. But for all their anger and malicious hate their skin was just as soft and tender as their high elf brethren. They were just flesh and bone, mortal and of this plane. His true enemies were not. They were from a different realm, beings of chaos and utter destruction. His master, lord Kroak had sanctioned this endeavor, sent him into the far north, where water turned to ice, and teleported a spearhead to negotiate with those who he would call enemy. 

The great white Lizard gave a low sneer and the formation behind him rumbled with motion. Two scar veterans passed their leaders, a leather satchel in hand, dumping it at the feet of Seraphon. From it came the rattling of Khornate helmets that clanged upon the floor to bounce and roll. Only when all motion ceased did the great white one speak. 

“The Legions of the Gorequeen plague your lands. It has been revealed to us. We are here to send her legion back to the abyss. The old ones demand it.”

The little skink interrupted Gor’Rok to whisper something into his ear hole, which the great white lizard acknowledged with any annoyed growl. 

“Our plaques advise for a temporary alliance until the taint of chaos is rid from these lands.” 

rock-of-itza​:

Where was that darkling prince? The slann tell him that Valkia raids his lands. Perhaps a temporary alliance can be negotiated. 

The reptiles of Lustria were savage, bloodthirsty beasts of horrible strength, bereft of all emotion beyond rage and cool calculation. They had a passable intelligence that barely separated them from beasts in the Witch King’s eyes, driven by a fanatic obsession with ancient tablets of stone that awarded the savages some form of unity, gathering in great and fearsome hosts with clearly established hierarchy. The flimsy interpretation of their so called “great plan” shifted the allegiances of the cold-blooded hosts without a care for millennia of politick or a history of loathing, creating powerful allies where once one had a blight of slaughter all thanks to the rambling of their ancient and dreary toads.

Malekith was no fool. He could see the value in aligning himself with the great and terrible lizard. Fickle though it may be, Malekith had no reason to question the allegiance of the reptilian host; They were not capable, or willing, to engage in espionage, betrayal, intrigue. So long as they believed he fit in their ‘great plan’ the dark prince had a great ally in the Lustrians, whose fanaticism could easily be manipulated by the spies of the dark tower – Malekith himself knew how easily the faithful could be controlled. 

          “ I greet thee, Sauran. “ Malekith watched closely the great pale lizard, observing how a much smaller reptile whispered clicking sounds in the creature’s ear as he spoke. The clear leader of this host had eyes black and emotionless, staring back at him much like a predatory animal would, forced to look up at Malekith only because he rode atop his dragon Seraphon.

“ It is my understanding that you have come to treat with the Druchii. You speak to their king; You have my attention, as rare and fleeting as it may be. “ 

Valkia

Where was that darkling prince? The slann tell him that Valkia raids his lands. Perhaps a temporary alliance can be negotiated. 

" <You gorge yourself on man-meat, Great White. Save room for demon?>" @lastdefendr

"Demon flesh does not fill. You eat, it turns to mist, fizzles out of reality. I kill bloodletter of Khorne, feed on his flesh, but flesh melts away and all that remains is rage. Earth enemies better for eating, beast lord."

He wonders if he should tie up Valkia and throw her into a dusty cell. Not killing or fighting for a prolonged time is worse than death for the shouting angry red apes. Like a shark that needs to keep swimming. There is a worthwhile study for the old ones. 

Hopefully N’akari and Skarbrand just kill one another, that saves him the trouble. 

“Speak. Masters will translate.”

“Stand firm, stand strong, stand eternal!”

The saurus simply nodded in affirmation. He better move fast, lest Gor’Rok changed his mind. Not that he would, his decision was made but the warmblood just standing there war incredibly tiresome. 

If they only had the regimented stoicism of his saurian brethren. The scar veterans at Gor’Roks back took a few steps to the side allowing the norscan man an even wider avenue of passage, in case he had not gotten the memo.

Darius bows to Gor-Rok. “Greetings White Lizard. I wished to inform you that I am passing through your jungles with the Kroxigor Nakai. I felt that you should know.” The Norscan explains.

He towered over the norscan red beady eyes glaring back at the warmblood marching through these sacred grounds of Lustria. Why Nakai of all beings, one of the most elusive of his kind, had opted to drag along a filthy warmblood was beyond him. These lesser races were good only for two things, to die and to feed the saurus. But if Nakai had plans for this one he would not intervene, he trusted the instincts of the Wanderer.

There was no response aside from a low growl, then again not having his face smashed to splinters by the mace of Ulumak was message enough that he could pass through the checkpoint. The Saurus behind Gor'Rok dared not harm the mortal after their leader had allowed him passage.

Do You have a rules and muse information page anywhere

No.

Maybe I'll make one but for now I don't have one.

If you have questions ask.

// give me more Warhammer accounts to fight follow. 

A few measly skins slain and battered aside, he stood silent and unimpressed as the lesser lizardmen scurried to safety, behind his hulking form, away from her thirsting blade. They were not warrior skins, they were merely workers and desired no part in this bloodshed. Just like Gor’Rok had been born and bred to kill, their purpose was to serve, not fight. 

In turn the hulking reptilian monster marched forward slow cumbersome steps taken towards the Khornate Champion who now bathed in the blood of his lesser kin. Her dark patron cared not from whence the blood flows, so it was said. Perhaps he would howl in fury and rage when it was her blood that runs freely this day. 

Unlike other more zealous fighters Gor’Rok simply lumbered over towards Valkia, no charge, no sprint, just slow and resolute steps until he towered above the gorequeen. Mace in hand he took the first heavy swing at her side, his strikes way faster and forceful than his slow approach had been. It was in battle that the great white lizard geared into action. 

@rock-of-itza | x

Perfect. Her proclamation had not gone on deaf ears for the albino lizardman, then. This was a challenge, a duel. And he had responded to her call.

And so, Valkia would also stand stoically in defiance of his warcry, her wings fanned out wide and brandishing her spear and shield, before pointing it towards Gor-Rok, the tip of Slaupnir erupting in Khornate rage-fire, as she too unleashed a mighty battle-shout.

Like the wail of a banshee, it erupted out of her throat, and echoed far across the battlegrounds of Itza, the wind itself shifting from the force of her primal scream. Then she'd leap from her perch, careening down towards the ground beneath as she'd land on her cloven feet with a heavy slam, flames erupting from beneath her upon impact as many bystanding skinks were caught and incinerated within the hellish flames of fury.

And out of the flames, Valkia emerged with fury and splendor, Draupnir brandished and impaling at least three skinks during her battle-charge, which were unceremoniously dislodged and thrown at her opponent with a wide-arc swing of the polearm, blood splattering both upon her, Gor-Rok's attendants, and the soil around her, as she stood ready, shield raised and spear aimed at her opponent and the crowd around her.

What does gorrok think of the other lizard lords like oxyotl, tehenuin, tiktaq to, ect

He does not ponder much, and certainly not about other renown chieftains of the Lizardmen.

He does not know Oxyotl, he has never met him, Gor'Rok is actually far younger than Oxyotl.

He does know of Tehenuin, so long as the skink kills rats in the thousands he does not care who he prays to or what he wrote on his plaques.

He knows Tik Taq Toe from his reconnaissance flight missions. The skink patrols Lustria's skies diligently and has acted as a scout and flanker for Gor'Rok on countless battles. The have seldomly conversed, but the Saurus knows of his existence.

Is clan pestilence dead yet

Skrolk dead at turn 3.

Subatuun seized at turn 4.

Sentinels of time reclaimed at turn 6.

Clan Pestilence annihilated in 6 turns.

Just as the old ones intended.

Darius bows to Gor-Rok. “Greetings White Lizard. I wished to inform you that I am passing through your jungles with the Kroxigor Nakai. I felt that you should know.” The Norscan explains.

He towered over the norscan red beady eyes glaring back at the warmblood marching through these sacred grounds of Lustria. Why Nakai of all beings, one of the most elusive of his kind, had opted to drag along a filthy warmblood was beyond him. These lesser races were good only for two things, to die and to feed the saurus. But if Nakai had plans for this one he would not intervene, he trusted the instincts of the Wanderer.

There was no response aside from a low growl, then again not having his face smashed to splinters by the mace of Ulumak was message enough that he could pass through the checkpoint. The Saurus behind Gor'Rok dared not harm the mortal after their leader had allowed him passage.

“Send more warmbloods.”