A Little Narrative Game and a Silly Goal

 Well, it's been a bit again. The world is still a mess, so I'm messing about with tiny people because that's what I've got to do to keep myself busy for now. 

So, this will be a battle report of sorts, and it's for Age of Sigmar, and this one... has a story (oh no). I've got a goal, you see. I'm going to be putting up a series of these as me and my friend who is part of my quarantine bubble work together to have some fun and tell a story through... tiny figures. I can't promise it will be good, the painting will definitely not be good, and the story will be about as far from canon as you can get. It will be, and I mean this, extremely silly.

So, let's start! Our story begins in the dang old Age of Chaos, in the Realm of Ghur, with our heroes... the troggoths.

"The story is in the stone and the stone is the story". That's what Yolig knew even before the great dig up began. He and the other boys, they weren't sure where they were digging to, or why, but the stone was telling them it was the right idea. Olvarn, the king, who had lived longer and lived deeper than any other troggoth Yolig knew, he could hear the stories the stones were saying as clear as a drop of water in a still pool. They said "go up, find the last of the little ones in the caves where the sun can see, and keep them safe. That one is a good one. They will help you, good Troggoths. They will help you find the door to heaven, and you will tear it out of the ground".

 There was more to it than that, that was just the part that Yolig could hear. Olvarn heard it all, and he sang back to the stones as they dug. That's why he was the king.

Soon they came out into a cave where the sun could see them. The sun wasn't a friendly thing, but for the stones they would face it. And when they found those caves, where the sun could look in edgeways and see them, Yolig was the second one through, standing behind Olvarn as the huge king watched, and grinned. There below them were the mad warriors of the mad god, and there was the last of the little ones. The stones were silent now, but that was because they didn't need to say anything more. The troggoths knew what they had to do.

The mad warriors were quick, of course, as mad warriors usually are. They charged in, frothing and screaming about various things that Yolig couldn't really follow. They surrounded the little one, though, and that was a problem.

And there were quite a few of them too. Yolig and his brothers thought about charging in and stomping them into the ground, but the stones didn't seem to like the idea just yet, so they waited. 

The king, on the other hand, had spotted the strange crazed beast, sneaking up between some cave pines and cave coral (troggoths aren't known for naming things with any originality). The beast growled out something about skulls, and Olvarn, giving this statement the full consideration it deserved, bashed the beast's skull in. The stones seemed to approve of that.

The followers of the mad god had surrounded a grave site. Even Yolig knew that was a bad idea, and the raging spirit that awoke and slew two of the warriors was just further proof that you should never mess with raging spirits.

Yolig had to admit later that he'd spent a little too much time thinking and to little time listening, because when he looked up a human with an axe was trying to disembowel him. Luckily, his thick skin saved him from getting anything more than a deep scratch, and he and his brothers laid about themselves with club and boulder

It was quite effective. The lone survivor fled the field, or in this case, the cave.

The other mad warriors were feeling a bit less mad now, as they tried to escape with their prize. And escape they might have, as Yolig had started thinking again, and only made it as far as the grave stones. King Olvarn was a better thinker, and had already thought out a solution: He crushed one of the warriors in his hand, and smashed the rest to pieces. Not elegant, but it was the kind of solution that the stones liked.

He looked down, and saw the last of the little ones. They seemed concerned, even after Yolig told them "We not eat!" which should have allayed any concerns. But they had done right, as good Troggoths should, and now, the story would continue.

(So, that's that! You may notice that the battle was a little... one sided. That may have been on purpose, for this post. The next one should be a bit more even.)