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The Story of the Bloodweavers

The amazing and mysterious tale of the warband known as the Bloodweavers is a story of

magic, deception and an example of the power of chaos unleashed. The chaos lord

RiKoKrughNuck once stood at the head of a mighty hoard of the toughest northern kinsmen.

After two decades of conquest and slaughter, a powerful warhost had been assembled and

RiKo had successful captured the attention of the weaver of fates Tzeentch.

Being a powerful sorcerer RiKo had blasted enemies on the battlefield, insidiously corrupted

from afar and used his powers of foresight to gain advantages and force further northmen to

join his force. So promising was RiKo in the eyes of Tzeentch that the lord was gifted a

treasured heirloom, a mighty crown to further increase his powers of foresight.

With this crown the lord and his warhost was unstoppable, claiming victory after victory,

dominating opponents in the north and greatly increasing the size of his forces as news of his

success spread far and wide. Soon the northmen would be strong enough to march southward

to the Empire and beyond. To lead his forces RiKo was to be rewarded with the ultimate

gift, daemonhood and with it immortality and the strength to lead his people to unthinkable

carnage.

However, it was on the night of RiKosascention that it became clear that all was not well.

As within the terrifying warhost many brotherhoods had formed. The largest of which was

comprised from RiKos original warband who had after twenty years of campaign had begun

to prize martial prowess above all else. This had attracted the gaze of blood god.

The predations of the unwelcomed god did not go unnoticed. The first to sense that the

sorcerer god was no longer pleased were the twin sorcerers Kural and Laruk. As the entire

warhost gathered on the wasteland that was the site of RiKos birth to witness the spectacle

of ascension, the sorcerers called to RiKo to beware. This was enough to alert the lord who

realised too late the danger his warhost was in. The moment the alarm was raised RiKo saw

the path that lay before him and Tzeentchs winding plan that would eventually lead to the

destruction of the Bloodweavers and the death of the lord.

Reading the strands of fate RiKo saw that the ever insidious effects of chaos worship would

eventually allow the Brotherhood to seize power of the warhost, even corrupting the lord

himself to worship the blood god. Tzeentch had planned on performing a spell so potent that

just as the right of daemonhood was performed the sorcerer god would kill the lord in a

magical attack powerful enough to reach back in time, effectively ending RiKos life before

he ever wielded a sword, re-writing twenty years of conquest.

However it was Tzeentchs over-ambitious plan that was his undoing, as in order for this

attack to be carried out the winds of magic had to be forced to flow around RiKo far stronger

than they ever would. Although most in the warhost who were sensitive to such things were

deceived into thinking this was part of the transition to immortality for RiKo it was Kural

and Laruk who sensed something was wrong and the bitter presence of betrayal.

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Forewarned was forearmed but even so Tzeentch was not to give up so easily, unleashing the

pent-up magical energy early RiKo and his followers were hit by a never ending cascade of

ethereal attacks. If Tzeentch couldnt erase the lord from history, he would at the very least

kill him in the present.Seeing the only way out for himself and his followers RiKo began to

call to the blood god. Along with the worship of the Brotherhood, this was all Khorne needed

to enter the fray.

For ten days and nights the warhost was held in a nightmarish hell of mutating energy. As

the sky boiled and the ground split, magic attacked the warhost, blasting defenceless infantry

to pieces, warping human forms into obscene amalgamations of flesh and arching off of the

armour and weapons of the warriors turning the metal into crawling lizards and disgusting

creations that turned on the remaining mortals.

The warhost was all but wiped out by the time Khorne began his intervention. In the midst of

the mayhem and slaughter, giant bronze statues erupted from the ground, absorbing the

ethereal energies and saving the surviving warriors. But Tzeentch was not done, as the attack

reached a head, RiKo began to rise up, lifted up on baleful jets of malevolent force. The lordwas slowly being drawn through a jet black vortex into the incorporeal realm of chaos.

Suddenly the lord let out a deafening, blood-freezing scream. From his skin burst shining

bronze markings, symbols of the blood god that held the stricken lord in place. RiKo now

driven half crazed from the magical attack and searing pain saw a chance.

Calling to Lurak and Karul for aid, RiKo twisted the vortex with his last ounce of strength.

The nightmarish hole in reality began to flicker as its destination was changed. The twin

sorcerers saw RiKos plan. As Tzeentchs attention was distracted by the blood gods

counter-attack Lurak and Karul gathered together the remaining survivors and headed to the

vortex. Not knowing its destination, only knowing that anywhere would be better than thehellish imprisonment they were currently in, they dived through the now crackling hole in

reality to await their fate on the other side.

Confused and terrified, the survivors past through the vortex and ran, feeling soft ground

underneath them they realised they were atleast in the mortal realm and no longer under

attack.

How RiKo managed to escape has never been ascertained but as the battered survivors began

to survey their surroundings, apparently a verdant jungle in the middle of the night, the lords

body staggered through the fading gateway collapsing as the vortex closed behind him.

Lurak and Karul ran to their lords aid gasping with horror as the mutilation of RiKo becameapparent. RiKosskin had been entirely replaced with blood red armour of solid bronze but

worse were his eyes. Born with a dark piercing stare, RiKo now saw the world with a blood

red gaze that only hinted at the madness and turmoil within. Whatever walked through the

vortex, it was not the same lord that had gotten so close to unspeakable power and

immortality.

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The remnants of the Bloodweavers, now a handful of the Brotherhood and a few lucky

survivors are far from home. Yet to decide if they wish to embark on a conquest to travel

back home in the north or if they shall begin creating a new empire for the glory of chaos, the

battered hoard know that the fighting has only just begun.

Only guesses can be made as to why Tzeentch put up such a fight for the patronage of a

single mortal and why Khorne so readily stepped into to save him, either way it hints at a

story far from over