Weekly Watchdog: Forest Spirit Army

Diese Woche möchten wir euch einen ganz besonders schönen und auch etwas furchteinflößenden Wald präsentieren: die Forest Spirit Army von „corai“ aus dem Warhammer Forum!

Es fing alles eigentlich ganz normal an. Einige Dryaden, Treekin und ein Baummensch:

Doch dann wurde es schnell ungewöhnlicher. Eine Branchwraith, die aus einem Baum heraus wächst? Wilde Reiter, die im wörtlichsten Sinne aus dem Unterholz hervor brechen?

Damit war die Kreativität von corai noch lange nicht erschöpft! Bald schon sandten die Bäume von Athel Loren jede nur erdenkliche Form von Waldgeist gegen Feinde und Eindringlinge! Zweig und Zorn nahmen die Form gefallener Elfenkrieger…

…und Helden an.

Selbst die Lüfte waren nicht sicher, als geisterhafte Falkenreiter und der mächtige Walddrache sich aus den Bäumen in den Himmel schwangen!

Ein Armeebild darf natürlich nicht fehlen:

Corai hat sich auch Marker für Zaubersprüche gebaut…

…und seinen beiden Missionszielen düstere Geschichten verpasst:

The Weeping Oak
Long, long ago, a pact was made between the men of Bretonnia and the Elves of the forest. Each would come to the others aid in times in need, but respect the borders of heir neighbours in times of peace. A great tree sprung up on the edge of the great forest, and the Tree became known as the border between the two peoples. Every child in the Kingdom knew never to cross the great ‚border tree‘ and those few who did were never seen again. For man years a peace existed, until one fateful winter, when the Fat Duke, who ruled the town nearest the Border Tree, complaining of being too cold, set off with his woodsmen to the forest. Many ancient trees were hewed by their axes to warm the Fat Duke’s Castle. Worst of all, the Fat Duke himself delivered the blow that felled the Border Tree, largest of all the Oaks. The spirit within the tree cried out in pain and put a curse on the Fat Duke. As the spirit was forced from it’s slumber it decreed that the thing the Duke Cherished most would be lost to the forest. Sure enough, the very next morning, the Duke awoke to find his daughter, who was fairest in all the land and bethrothed to the charming Prince of all Bretonnia, missing. In the night she had been drawn into the forest. Unable to resist the calls she heard. They say, as she reached the border tree, the great oak opened up and swallowed the daughter whole! Now, Parents still warn their children of the tree on the edge of the forest. For they say a girl lives trapped within it, and when the wind is right, you can hear her crying for her lost love. Nobody approaches the Weeping Oak

The Phantom Shell
Throughout it’s ancient history, not all of Athel Loren’s native spirits have agreed on the way to best preserve the mighty forest. In times past there have been uprisings, most notably that lead by the Ancient Coeddil who hoped to expell the asrai. Most of these dissidents are simply exiled to the wildwood, doomed to stay out of Athel Loren proper. But there are those Spites so full of malice, they cannot be trusted to remain in exile. It is within the phantom shell, that these spirits are banished. On the edge of the Wildwood stands a blasted stump. Once it was a mighty tree, laid low by a bolt of lightning untold millenia ago. Within this dead husk dwell the most resentful, and dangerous spirits within Athel Loren, struggling to break free.

Wie immer gibt es im Thread noch viele, viele weitere Bilder zu entdecken!

Link: Forest Spirit Army auf The Warhammer Forum