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CERBERUS

This is the most ferocious of all of Kurgans hounds, worshipped by some of his breeding to be a gift from Khorne himself. This monstrosity has the heads of three hounds, a mane of poisonous snakes, and the tale of a dragon.

 

Manufacturer: Reaper Miniatures

Sculptor: Unknown.

 

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Cerberus, Chaos Spawn @CMON

 

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TUMERIC BILESTONE, LORD OF PLAGUES

Manufacturer: Games Workshop Nurgle Rotbringers Lord of Plagues

Sculptor: Unknown

 

 

Tumeric Bilestone grudgingly shifted his decaying mass away from the pile of corpses that lay in front of his small army. The stench of decay and buzzing of flies was like a feast to him, and brought on such a feeling of ecstasy. It was for these moments that he now existed, purging the life force of those mortals who refused the indulgence of his master, the Great Lord Nurgle. He and his band now found themselves in the extreme north, every day growing closer to their masters lair. How many years had passed? How many years since he was known as the second son of the renowned Preceptor Franz Feurbach of the Knights Panther? The years no longer mattered. All that mattered now was helping to spread the Lord Nurgles pestilence to the world, to bring the glory of his god to the unbelievers. Some of his men moved forward to grab bodies from the pile. They would lay a few of them in Tumerics tent this evening, so that he may spend more time in their decayed embrace. His men knew him well.

As he slept that evening, it was not the sleep of man. His dreams were plagued by images and strange voices. Finally, through the haze of foggy dreams, one voice was heard clearly, the voice of his lord. "Tumeric," it boomed. "You must gather your forces, the time has come!" He awoke in a great sweat, the sweet smell of the maggot covered bodies permeating the room. It was finally time. He would prove to his lord that he could rise to greater heights, perhaps even to become the Everchosen himself!

 

 

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VOTE AT CMON: TUMERIC BILESTONE

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MACDEATH, CHOSEN OF KHORNE

Born of a harlot of Kurgan's Harem, MacDeath was an unnatural birth from the beginning. After days of labor, the infant tore through the stomach of his mother and feasted upon her flesh as his first meal. Kurgan immediately bowed in reverence when he saw his own child gifted with the mark of Khorne emblazoned on his forehead. Knowing full well that this was a sign from Khorne that this child was destined for great things, and that Khorne would let no harm come to the boy, he brought three of his fiercest war hounds to a pit and dropped the baby boy inside. MacDeath, even in his infancy, landed feet first and brutally strangled all three mutts to death, proceeding to suckle blood as if feeding from his mother when he was finished. His father then fashioned a great cloak from the hides of the hounds and gifted it to his son. This victory would be but the first of many that Khorne would challenge him with.

During his tenth year, MacDeath encountered a monstrous demon of a horse. After four days of fierce battle, MacDeath finally wrestled the beast to the ground and forced it into submission. Over the next years a great resentment grew in the tribe from Kurgans favoritism of his son, and in his 16th year twenty one of his brothers entered his tent to slay him, only to find death for themselves. Now the skulls of his brothers decorate his horse and cloak, a deadly reminder to all of his kin of who now rules the clan.
In his twentieth year, a bestial demon visited MacDeath while he was out hunting. The Demon itself challenged him to personal combat and a clash of immense power emerged. The Blood Thirster, filled with rage as these demons tend to be, charged forward bellowing. MacDeath waited for the charge patiently, sidestepping at the last moment to leap upon the monsters back and using every muscle he possessed to grasp the horns protruding from the demons head wrenched its head unnaturally, snapping its neck. Both beast and man slumped to the ground, and when MacDeath looked up again the Demon was gone, replaced with a monstrous ethereal face which he knew to be the spirit of Khorne.

“You will be my champion in the times to come!” The voice of Khorne bellowed. “Take the bastards of Kurgan forward and unite the tribes. Those who do not submit to you will add their skulls to my throne.” Motioning towards the ground at MacDeath’s feet, the presence spoke again. “I gift you this blade with the spirit of this greater Demon. Go now south MacDeath, and return only when the world once again bows to the will of the Chaos Gods!”


Manufactured: Games Workshop 5th edition
Sculpted: Gary Morley
Painted: 31 May 2010

 

AT CMON: MACDEATH

 

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KURGAN'S BRED

These warhounds have been raised by Kurgan to be the fiercest, toughest, and most controllable animals in all the northland. Fed only human flesh since birth (mostly from the undesirable children and women of Kurgans Harem), these monstrosities are larger by far than any normal hound and often grow giant mutations gifted from the chaos gods themselves.

Manufacturer: Games Workshop and Privateer Press

Sculptors: Unknown.

 

KURGANS BRED

 

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DEATH DEALERS
Some of Kurgans breeding have been raised to handle horses, helping to round up mutts and potential "wives" over the long years. The Death Dealers are led by Angus Bloodflank, one of Kurgans more bloodthirsty. He delights in the ringing of battle, as he knows that with battle comes the ability for him to kill.

 

Manufacturer: Games Workshop

Sculptor: Unknown.

 

AT CMON: DEATH DEALERS

 

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TUMERIC BILESTONE, LORD OF PLAGUES

 

Manufacturer: Games Workshop Nurgle Rotbringers Lord of Plagues
Sculptor: Unknown

AT CMON: TUMERIC BILESTONE

 

Tumeric Bilestone grudgingly shifted his decaying mass away from the pile of corpses that lay in front of his small army. The stench of decay and buzzing of flies was like a feast to him, and brought on such a feeling of ecstasy. It was for these moments that he now existed, purging the life force of those mortals who refused the indulgence of his master, the Great Lord Nurgle. He and his band now found themselves in the extreme north, every day growing closer to their masters lair. How many years had passed? How many years since he was known as the second son of the renowned Preceptor Franz Feurbach of the Knights Panther? The years no longer mattered. All that mattered now was helping to spread the Lord Nurgles pestilence to the world, to bring the glory of his god to the unbelievers. Some of his men moved forward to grab bodies from the pile. They would lay a few of them in Tumerics tent this evening, so that he may spend more time in their decayed embrace. His men knew him well.

As he slept that evening, it was not the sleep of man. His dreams were plagued by images and strange voices. Finally, through the haze of foggy dreams, one voice was heard clearly, the voice of his lord. "Tumeric," it boomed. "You must gather your forces, the time has come!" He awoke in a great sweat, the sweet smell of the maggot covered bodies permeating the room. It was finally time. He would prove to his lord that he could rise to greater heights, perhaps even to become the Everchosen himself!

 

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KURGANS BASTARDS

 

Bred from the women of his own harem, Kurgans Bastards make up the brunt of his tribe.  They are all his children, as any children birthed to any one else are immediately sacrificed to the gods, as are any female children.  Kurgan often delights in feeding these offspring to his dogs.  

 

The Bastards have been raised to be pure killers as well, matching the ferocity of the Bred, as any who exhibit weakness along the way are also sacrificed.  Bearing down in combat with massive, two handed weapons of their own choosing, they have proven the match of many tribes of the northern reaches.

 

Manufacturer: Games Workshop

Sculptor: Unknown

Date Started: Circa 2010

Date Completed: 11 OCT 2021

 

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