Taboorian War-Wagon
Legacy Faction
Way back in the mists of time, in BR 2,012, a rag-tag travelling warband roamed endless dimension-twisted wastelands. They were my first BrikWars faction, the Taboor. Eventually, they were lost to the darkness of the Great Disassembly, never to be seen again.
But now...
They have returned...
To bring back the mayhem...
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
The Taboor
The Taboor is a tribe-like group of travellers who roam wastelands, steppes, mountains of their chaotic planet. They are probably descendants of the few survivors of a reality storm which, as legend has it, tore through their world a long time ago. Different realms and dimensions collided, twisted, cracked and swirled, giving rise to the world which the Taboor presently roams. The reality storm - like any other self-respecting natural event - eventually died down a bit, but time cracks, realm holes and dimension twisters are still commonplace.
The Taboorians have a very light-hearted approach to life... and death. It is thought that this mindset has developed as a coping mechanism which allows maintaining some level of sanity – if it can be described as such - in a world where you’re happily chopping up a mutated marsh troll one minute, and are being ripped apart by a twisting dimension clash the next. As a consequence, fallen comrades are often celebrated with little more than a hearty “What a classy way to go that was!” and a considerable gulp of a fine beverage; while a permanent manic grin is a common trait in Taboor society.
Now onto the battlepack!
Bountyboon Perukon
Bountyboons are members of the Taboor who, through their feats of insane bravery, bribes, and LOADS of luck, have managed to survive a few skirmishes and gain the respect of other Taboorians. They usually lead military units into battle (each warrior picks the Bountyboon for whom they want to fight, so being a generous leader often pays off during wartime). During most battles and major celebrations or ceremonies, the Bountyboons strap large trophy racks to their backs. Perukon's trophy rack can be seen attached to the War-Wagon.
Two "Regular" Taboorians
These happy-go-lucky chaps stumble around the battlefield, merrily stabbing whatever and whomever! They are armed with the Taboor's most characteristic weapon - the Boomspear.
This insanely dangerous stick consists of a regular wood or metal alloy shaft, which ends with a package containing explosive material. A steel spearhead is mounted to the explosive with coils and springs, so that upon a sufficient head-on impact the springs contract, the back end of the blade drives into the explosive container breaking a safety seal, and thus detonating the package. Boom.
Poisonloon
Poisonloons are self-proclaimed masters of nature's armoury - venoms and poisons of various kinds. They have an obsession with becoming "one with the earth". In their quest for natural living, they forgo shoes and most other clothing. As a result, a Poisonloon will often end up 6 feet under their precious earth sooner rather than later, after a predictable snake bite or scorpion sting.
The War-Wagon
The Taboor are nomads, and live on their moving war machines, which are cobbled together from scrap parts found along their travels. This one has a scary face painted on the front for extra intimidation, Perukon's trophy rack jangling in the wind, a dynamite catapult (of course), and extra weapons scattered around to make sure the fun never stops.
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