Warhammer Lore Submissions

[Garthilk]

The WAR herald has a new Warhammer lore section now available for the community. Now it is possible for the creative writers of the community to submit their fan fiction directly to the WAR herald and even have it displayed there. Aspiring writers will definitely want to check this out.

Full Story Here (http://www.warhammerherald.com/lore/index.php).

[NoneSuch]

I'm a bit of a writer myself , not exactly a very good one though :p

I may give this one a try

[Quitochan]

Better quote myself on what I already said then.

Anyone noticed the Legends & Lore section of the WarHerald seems to be up? I'm going to do a little tale for putting up there and see what happens. Presumably they check it before putting anything up.

Edit: Aand Submitted! It says to expect it up there in about seven business days provided its accepted. I wonder whether I should do a destruction one too...

Pshht. I was submitting to it before it was cool ie. yesterday. It's all so commercial these days.

If you do submit I'd recommend not using characters of yours that you particularly love and treasure. Any characters in the stories go with the rights to the story according to the terms.

Also according to the terms GW are allowed to say I wrote a story about elves and dwarfs picking flowers for each other. I must hide from ze fanbois!

[Dagaron]

If you do submit I'd recommend not using characters of yours that you particularly love and treasure. Any characters in the stories go with the rights to the story according to the terms.

What exactly does this mean? Does it mean if they do take my story and eventually turn Dagaron into a metal figurine or use it in the game that I wouldn't be able to play under that character name anymore?

I don't really plan on making my character into some sort of commercial icon.. so as long as I can still use the name while playing and receive artistic credit for the creation of the character/story.

Pretty much if they said that I wrote it and I could play under the name.. I think it would be awesome for them to take the character and make it into something more.

[Quitochan]

It's a tricky and somewhat spacey issue but basically I'm just advising that if you share a particular attachment to characters like say I have for Quitochan then it might be best off not signing away any rights to said character.

If for you the fact that GW might pick up on a story you submit and decide to make it into a full length book and model range or simply add it to their lore is an honour than by all means go ahead.

This is not (insert commercial religion beginning with S here) we're talking about after all they're not about to use website agreements to be evil.

[Thoren]

It acutually looks fairly standard for typical Work For Hire writing. They (Mythic and GW) are providing you a ready made world. They are asking you to create content for them. It's the same as if you were trying to write a novel based on their material. The idea for the story is yours but they own the rights to everything else in it. To have the work published you would need to sign over rights for some form of compensation. In this case the compensation is having your work or works, if they think it's good enough, posted by the company involved in making the game.
It's egoboo. But we all need egoboo sometimes.

[Thoren]

Oh yeah, Quitochan, you are right. If they like your concept well enough they do own the character as soon as it's submitted. So everything you said is true. If your lucky maybe they'll ask you to help with or do the things you suggested.

[Bacchus]

meh, I'll try to write one

is it ok if its about my future character or should it be only about one of the pre-existing heroes?

[Bacchus]

Ok here's my story

This is my story; the story of Bacchus, Death’s ward.

I was born into a family of farmer’s living on the eastern mountains of the Empire, my father is, I should probably say was, a former guard of the empire and had retired six years before I was born. My father, Baldev, had hazel brown hair, green eyes, walked with a limp on his left leg because as a guard he was wounded there. My mother, Mayari, was perfection incarnated; she was olive skinned with black hair and obsidian eyes that seemed to consume light, and always had a smile on her face. I had three younger siblings; Marcus, Davnick, and Thiena. Marcus and Davnick looked like my father with light brown hair, green eyes and fair skin pigmentation. Thiena and I both looked like our mother with dark hair and darker skin pigmentation but with hazel eyes.
The farm we lived seemed impossibly beautiful, it looked as though an artist had taken a canvas and drawn our home and fields. Our home had a red clay roof, white stone walls, and marble pillars at the main entrance to our home, and a cobblestone road the lead to the home from the gates. To the southeast of our homes were the Black Mountains; which in the night looked more like volcanoes because of the fires that could be seen rising from the other side of the mountains. To our northwest was Karak-Noran a dwarf city which my father brought me to visit many times as a child, the dwarves taught me many things on my visits, first was the power of ale over the souls of mortals, and the power of intelligence and ingenuity.
When I was fifteen I went and adventured beyond the Black mountains with my little brother Marcus. After four hours of walking we finally surpassed the slopes of the mountain and came upon a small abandoned orc encampment. We saw fresh corpses of what appeared to be an orc, so I walked over to examine it and surely enough it was dead, I looked for what ever it was that was responsible for the death of the great beast and surely enough it found me. I heard a shriek come from my brother who was at least three hundred feet away from me and soon enough I saw what it was that made him scream. Charging at me, was another orc carrying with him a sword made of scrap iron; he wasn’t adorned in any armor, and was at least foot taller then myself.
I quickly looked around and looked for any thing to help me combat the beast and in the hands of the dead beast I had examined was another scrap metal sword so I picked it up and prepared to defend myself against the orc. The charging orc let out a horrific “Waagh!!!” as it ran towards me and I responded with my own battle cry “Come get me, you !” As the beast was nearly upon me, I moved out of its charge and sliced its hamstrings in its right leg. The beast quickly toppled over and fell to the ground for a moment then picked itself back up. For the next few moments I was engaged in a bloody battle against the orc and the battle came to its conclusion when the orc went tried to stab me. I grabbed its arm and pulled it closer to me and lodged my blade into the beast’s throat. I lowered the beast to the ground and it was still living and was in deep pain. Searching my soul for what to do to relieve the beast from its pain I picked up its sword and stuck the sword into the beast’s heart, and once it was done everything turned gravely silent.
I myself fell to the ground after the silence was insured and cried. I sat there for about ten minutes just crying, Marcus eventually came up behind me and pat me on the back. I picked myself off of my feet wiped the tears from my face, removed the sword from the orc’s heart and I tucked it into the back of my tunic, then I grabbed Marcus’s hands and walked with him towards home. As we were nearly over the mountain I heard another scream coming from the camp, this one was different though; it was a low pitched howl and seemed more like a dreadful whine, kind of like a wolf’s howl to the moon on a starry night. Unfortunately that night there was no stars, in the sky, but instead there was a full moon coming out from the horizon shining a brilliant golden color.
A year after combating the orc my father fell ill to what we had assumed was a minor disease. As the disease progressed so did its power and my father’s body became different. His skin became more ash-like, his skin color faded and he looked almost grayish, his hair tried snow white, and he seemed to lose himself. After a month of him being ill something went wrong, very wrong. One dark night I awoke to the muffled screams of someone in my household, I quickly went for the orc’s sword I had scavenged, tucked it into the back of my pants, and went around looking for the source of the noise. The source of noise was coming from my parents’ room and I entered to see the corpse of my mother lying in her bed with her neck broken. As soon as I had stepped three steps into the room I was lifted by my neck off of the ground and was being suffocated to death. As soon as I turned my head to see who the villain, it was my father.
The hand he was lifting me with was deformed; the index and other fingers were all stuck together and there seemed to be bumps protruding from between his thumb and index finger. My father was holding me about half a foot off of the ground and as I was held there he whispered into the void between us “The God of murder commands it so, son!” Without hesitation, I reach into the back of my pants and pull out the scrap metal sword and lodge it into the left side of his head. I was immediately dropped to the ground where I tried to regain my breathing and overcome what had just happened. Once I regained my breath, I pulled other blade from my father’s head and the blood covering the blade was pitch black and seemed of putrid. I went and lay on the ground once again. After weeping, I tried to formulate a plan, I decided that night to bury my mother and father in the morning, go to the capital of the empire, warn my kinsmen of the plague, put my brothers and sister into a monastery where they would be safe, and find work in the city to help my siblings.
Once my plan was complete the sun was rising and I started digging the graves of my parents. When I completed the graves it was almost eight, and I went upstairs to retrieve the corpses, but the corpse of my father was missing and a part of the wall seemed to have been broken, what ever my father had become he was now a legend. After I finished the grave of my mother, I searched the house for supplies that would be of use on the journey to Altdorf, and I came across my father’s old guard equipment which included some old armor, a shield, sword, and a libram dedicated to the Old God of Hope. With this equipment and a carriage my siblings and I left my home, and began our six day journey to Altdorf. When we arrived, we witnessed the riots and the chaos the followed the Chaos moon, at night I finally got my siblings into the safety of the monastery and in my search for work joined the Empire’s army. That night I was visited by a dream, or what I thought was a dream, and over me stood my father and he said to me “dark storms are coming, you made me proud, son. You still have a long journey ahead of you, sleep well.” Following that I dozed back to sleep…

[Thoren]

Bacchus,

You could write about one of the existing heroes if you wanted to. That's one of the things fan fiction is about. Personally I would have more fun writing about a character I created. But there is always the chance, however slim, that GW or Mythic might really like your concept. They could either ask you to do some more writing for them or they might hand the concept to one of their writers. With fan fiction, that's completely within their rights. Of course, if you do well enough with your writing that it draws that kind of attention, they'll probably want to give you a chance.

So what am I getting at?

Do whichever is more enjoyable for you.

[Thoren]

I'm still working on a piece to submit. I was wondering if anyone has submitted anything yet. They don't have any available to read. I was wondering if they haven't recieved anything yet, are being really picky, or if they are just being lazy.

[Dagaron]

I've submitted something to them already. I'm assuming that they're reading through several thousand entries (at least) and are sorting through them. I'll expect when they do put some stuff up we'll see 10-25 appear very quickly (or more).

[Quitochan]

I've submitted a piece about two weeks ago now. I'm thinking of submitting more but I'd like to see them get around to throwing something up on the site first. Hurry up in Leipzig!

[blackulaa]

resists urge to write somthing utterly silly :)