Scarloc's Wood elves

It had been many winters since the particular border in which Scarloc had been protecting had seen the taint of any race. There had been the usual Brettonian questing knight trying to seek a name for himself, but the forest, aided by Scarloc’s most talented Spellweaver, Lilith, would shift and turn around the path that the knight would tread, leading him back out of the forest.

Now these threats have returned in the form of an Orc and Goblin raiding party led by a Black Orc general. Maybe driven by the hot desert sun of the badlands, or maybe an illusion of Gork and Mork talked to him. Nothing now mattered except the defence of his forest home. Ancient tree’s voices carried by magical winds in far south of the Brettonian borders from the lands of araby. These trees, once a part of the great forest of Athel Loren are now but separated, separated from the ancient forest, diminished by the logging of these ancient trees by the hands of men and greenskin alike! Now they are a shadow of their former glory, but serve to inform Athel Loren of potential dangers arriving from the south.

The danger forseen and spoken of, Lilith clasped her hand to the tree next to which she was standing and talked to the spirits in the forest, asking for aid, to rout this greenskin threat. Scarloc moved silently as he sent the word to gather as many troops from his forest home as possible, from the great halls grown under the ground with help from the trees, to the canopy of the forest, where rope bridges join each other to create a treetop town. Minutes after he had sent the call came regiments of Glade guard, adorned with their intricately woven clothing, to their masterfully carved bows. Then came Scarloc’s scouting team of way watchers, the ones who had helped Scarloc kill the defiling form of Cyanathair, or whom the Humans know to call Morghul master of skulls. If Scarloc hadn’t been used to how well his waywatchers blended in with the surronding, he would not have noticed that they were actually there. Troops still came and assembled by Scarloc. Lilith had been able to call upon Riders of Kurnous, as well as Wardancers who came dancing the dance of swiftness through the trees in such a way that it was beautiful to behold.

The forest had finnaly answered Lilith’s call, dryads in their natural aspect came swiftly through the glade behind them, accompanied by the famed Skydra, the branch wraith. Treekin came lumbering through the glade after the dyrads, and more astonishingly, the now awoken Treeman, know by the name of Wellington came forwards to assist in the defeat of these green skins. Now Scarloc was ready to face this menace in which was placed before him. He called for the army of Athel Loren to march forward to battle, and watched how the dryad’s peaceful elvish-like faces became twisted and sinister as they transformed into their war aspect. Now Scarloc waits, waiting for the inevitable arrival of these foul green skins.





Alright heres my army in which I am playing on Friday against Feelix’s orc and goblins. I wont say the magical items, as I do not wish him too see them before our game

CHARACTERS
Wood Elf Highborn Scarloc: Waywatcher Kindred

Branchwraith Skydra: Level 1 Wizard

Spellsinger Lilith: Level 2 Wizard

CORE
12 Dryads: BranchNymph
12 Dryads: BranchNymph
10 Glade Guard
10 Glade Guard

SPECIAL
4 Treekin: Elder
6 Wild Riders: Command
8 Wardancers: Command

RARE
7 Waywatchers
Wellington the Treeman


So the list is in and now i am ready for my first game as wood elves. By the way I have seen Feelix's list and he has seen mine, but we have not seen our magic items.... so tell me what you think about the fluff/list ^_^

Gitsnik belched loudly as his heavy armour weighing him down on the dead orc warboss beneath him. “Dis tribe was nothing my boyz can’t handle, AINT THAT RIGHT BOYZ”
“EEEEHHHHH” the drunken black orcs all raised their goblets to their boss. Big Barry the giant was busy cleaning his teeth with a tree trunk, Gitsnik always had a soft spot for his giant, been through a lot together, a tear slowly creeping down his face. Abruptly feinting eye irritation Gitsnik checked if anyone had seen, “ruddy leadership, no one knows the stress I am under”. He mumbled to no one in particular.
Looking at his giant, Gitsnik quickly did a double take, yes he had seen it, were the giants head once was there was a disgustingly ugly head, unmistakably the head of Gork. Getting up the disfigured giant pointed its large finger towards the forest of Athel Loren, “IZ DON, IS GOOD” then as quickly as it came the head vanished and Barry’s head returned.
“gather up the lads, WAAGH” screamed Gitsnik.
“EEEEHHHHH”.
So the battle is set the pieces r in motion.

I suppose I shall post my list as well.

CHARACTERS
Black orc warboss, Gitsnik
Night goblin shaman, Ritsaw, lvl 2
Orc shaman, Gruelky, Level 2

CORE
10 ‘stickers’ arrer boys
10 ‘stickers2’ arrer boys
10 ‘Were dey go boss’ wolves
25 ‘Da weedy uns’ night gobblins

SPECIAL
20 ‘Da smashers’ black orcs
10 ‘Da fast boyz’ orc boar boys
1 ‘rolling thunder’ boar chariot
1 ‘rocks boss’ rock lobba

RARE
Big Barry the giant
6 trolls