The Southern Chaos Wastes
Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2022 11:54 am
So, what might you expect to find in the Southern Chaos Wastes, if they’re imagined as something loosely Australian as seen through a lens of traditional WFRP irreverence?
I’m imagining them a bit like this…
For three days, Sir Geoffrey and his companions traversed the blighted wastes, intent on salvaging whatever could still be gleaned from the ashes of this cursed land. When the blistering sun did not beat down it hailed, great jagged hunks of ice that bore the face of the dread goddess Kie-Lhe, which screamed and cackled as they melted to nothing.
The tumbledown walls and crumbling towers of the doomed city Brice’s Bane could distantly be seen across the sands when their pursuers fell upon them.
“Yeh-Na! Yeh-Na!” The Bhogarns chanted, the fiery dæmons chained to their chariots smoking and screeching as they raced across the dunes.
“Avaunt or taste my blade!” Geoffrey called out, his company forming a tight circle as the marauders drew closer.
“Call that a blade?” The Bhogarn champion scoffed, as he hefted his own weapon aloft “this is what I call a blade!” It was a mighty falchion, and a devil’s tongue snaked from the hilt to lick up the hot blood that spurted from the blade, and yet it seemed little more than a child’s toy in his great and misshapen paw.
With that, the marauders charged. Lawbringer sang her deadly song, smoking with red ruin as Geoffrey hacked and hewed through the Chaotic host. Bhogarns screamed and died. And yet their numbers seemed too great until, at last, a strange squawking rang across the dunes. Wailing with fear, the surviving marauders fled as quickly as they had arrived, as the land darkened beneath great feathery shapes.
“What are those things?” Geoffrey demanded.
Those are the Y’myu, guardians of this land,” Gower replied, ashen-faced, “Even the Bhogarns fear them, for the Y’myu defeated the first of their people in ancient times...”
I’m imagining them a bit like this…
For three days, Sir Geoffrey and his companions traversed the blighted wastes, intent on salvaging whatever could still be gleaned from the ashes of this cursed land. When the blistering sun did not beat down it hailed, great jagged hunks of ice that bore the face of the dread goddess Kie-Lhe, which screamed and cackled as they melted to nothing.
The tumbledown walls and crumbling towers of the doomed city Brice’s Bane could distantly be seen across the sands when their pursuers fell upon them.
“Yeh-Na! Yeh-Na!” The Bhogarns chanted, the fiery dæmons chained to their chariots smoking and screeching as they raced across the dunes.
“Avaunt or taste my blade!” Geoffrey called out, his company forming a tight circle as the marauders drew closer.
“Call that a blade?” The Bhogarn champion scoffed, as he hefted his own weapon aloft “this is what I call a blade!” It was a mighty falchion, and a devil’s tongue snaked from the hilt to lick up the hot blood that spurted from the blade, and yet it seemed little more than a child’s toy in his great and misshapen paw.
With that, the marauders charged. Lawbringer sang her deadly song, smoking with red ruin as Geoffrey hacked and hewed through the Chaotic host. Bhogarns screamed and died. And yet their numbers seemed too great until, at last, a strange squawking rang across the dunes. Wailing with fear, the surviving marauders fled as quickly as they had arrived, as the land darkened beneath great feathery shapes.
“What are those things?” Geoffrey demanded.
Those are the Y’myu, guardians of this land,” Gower replied, ashen-faced, “Even the Bhogarns fear them, for the Y’myu defeated the first of their people in ancient times...”