Warhost Fluff

 Ancient and black, the none but perhaps the War Wizard knows his true origins. All that is known is that his black heart seeks but one thing, to conquer and rule this world. With black magic that sways the hearts of all that is evil, and ancient knowledge of realms and times, he has gathered all the forces of darkness, monsters and mutants outcast, demons spawned from the blackest abyss, bandits and raiders, all answering his magical call for War. Summoning demons from hell itself to be his generals, he's subjugated the dark things that crawl under the earth and over the fetid places.

But for all that his host is, the towering orcs and ogres, the multitude of goblins and wicked men, might have been for naught. Such a gathered force of a diverse multitude would have no cohesion, no true leadership, no motivation or purpose. Against the true organized armies of the free nations, they broke like so much water upon the rocks. An army without the stomach to fight.

The War Wizard's frustration only grew, as he sent out his vast host to collect bits and pieces of relics and artifacts from a time few remember. Ancient scraps of technology from a bygone age, a brutal age of technological violence and flying steel, of WAR. And yet for time and again more, none of have availed him.

Until today, at long last he has finally found it! A Dream Machine from the ancient times. A weapon not of magic but of the mind, that will inspire his armies forward against all fear. That brings the very visions of war into their hearts and eyes. A device which projects the hell of war itself into the sky!