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Missa inte att listorna ska vara inne ikväll!

gäller det även fluff eller kan det vänta?

Robert skrev:gäller det även fluff eller kan det vänta?

Ja det hoppas jag verkligen... Jag tänkte att man tar med några rader till turneringen. Om inte sätt ett sista datum för det också...

Robert skrev:gäller det även fluff eller kan det vänta?

Smidigast är väl om man skickar det med Sin lista, men det är inget krav
Att ta med på turren är helt ok.

Jag tycker vi alla samlas runt en lägereld och har högläsning med allt fluff inför turneringen

Ancalagon skrev:Jag tycker vi alla samlas runt en lägereld och har högläsning med allt fluff inför turneringen

Gr..gr..grr...Grilla?


Har nu fått in 18 listor. Saknar Flogger och Rickard Pettersons lista, Samt Roberts Reservlista.

Jag är så ball att jag skickar fluffet innan listan!


A big smile ran across the face of Ku´Gath Plaguefather as he took another vile and emptied it into the cauldron. He laughed, just as Nurgle himself had laughed all those eternities ago when Ku´Gath had fallen into the cauldron.

– Ahh, it is done. This plague will make Grandfather proud. I am getting closer to the finished product. This one needs testing.

Said Ku´Gath as he got up onto his palanquin. Seven hundred and seventy seven tiny laughs came from under him, the nurglings all fought like the children they were about who would carry him the most. Another smile across Ku´Gath's face appeared.

He grabbed a handful of the nurglings skipping about his laboratory atop his palanquin and dipped them all into the cauldron as they chittered and giggled. He threw them across the field at what appeared to be a Death Guard Astartes chained to a dead tree. As they hit the Astartes (with high-pitched giggles) he started to grow large boulds and pus came gushing from his helmet before he melted away. Ku´Gath laughed and said;

– If it can kill Death Guard, the human servants of Grandfather, then it can kill all.

Ku´Gath was wearing his biggest smile yet. All of a sudden he started to repeat words not of this reality, heavy words uttered in some kind of verse. A large portal opened in front of him. Through it walked hordes of plaguebearers, huge plague toads and even Rot flies came flying through. A large Soul Grinder was the last to come through the portal before it closed.

– Yes my pretties, yeeeees.. It is time to test our...

He stopped talking. Someone was missing. His eyes ran across the host of daemons before him until he realized who it was.

- Epidemius! WHERE IS EPIDEMIUS!!!?

Ku´Gath yelled with such force that the portal re-opened and through it came a large herald of Nurgle, he too was being carried aloft a palanquin (albeit smaller) and in his hand he held an hourglass.

- Apologies for my lateness my lord. The Death Guard Typhus and his pesky Astartes have kept me busy.

- Typhus...that...human is not worth our time. We have work to do.

A final smile appeared on Ku´Gath's face as he opened a new portal.

- Come my pretties! For Grandfather Nurgle!

He yelled as the host of daemons all marched through the portal. No mortal realm can withstand the force of Ku´Gath Plaguefather and his minions...

Nu är listan skickad!

minlista kommer lite senare ikväll

Lista inskickad !

Hans von Luck och hans panzergrenadiers skall frammåt och mot fienden !