r/HelsmithsofHashut

I think I saw the First Marshal book had them as main bad guys, but do we have any other books?

Shot in the dark seeing as we are only a year old, but I figured I would try.

Greetings all dutiful worshippers of Hashut. A random question popped into my mind. In games where you're playing alongside another army as an ally (2v2 or more, yada yada), do you have a favourite army to be allowed with your Helsmiths?

Perhaps in theory for thematic reasons? Maybe out of personal experience of 2v2 games you have played? Which, if that's the case, would love to hear if any of you have made custom lore to explain why your army and your friends army are working together? Or which army you think would match your Zharrdron army the best with how you play and what's its strengths are?

Just curious. Have a good day.

I’ve been playing the Helsmiths of Hashut Spearhead pretty much exclusively for the last few weeks. Last night I tried the Skaven Warpspark Spearhead on TTS for the first time, and I honestly came away feeling like it does almost the exact same things, just better.

The Stormfiends feel better than the Tormentor Engine.

Clanrats might not hit as reliably as the Infernal Cohort, but you get more bodies and they are ridiculously sticky.

And the big ranged piece just feels straight up better at basically everything it is supposed to do.

The overall playstyle and roles of the units felt surprisingly similar, but Warpspark seemed to have the advantage almost everywhere.

How does something like this happen balance wise? Am I missing some strengths of the Helsmiths Spearhead, or is Warpspark genuinely just the stronger version of the same general concept?

Curious what people who have played both think.

this is a transcription of a short story found in White Dwarf 515, just wanted to share since I have been digging into what Hashut's domains in AoS are and I find the idea of him as the first God-King fun. Very Sauron very fun. Might make a post about aspects of his worship later. Edit: this is not new lore, it was released around the time of the battletome iirc.

'Here, elder. These are the Delver's halls, deep and true. Nowhere lower to go. If the gods'll hear us, it'll be here.'

As she spoke, Gjarna lifted her torch, glancing around the shrine-space. The young duardin's face was as firm as the ancestor visages carved into the solid rock.

'Nowhere lower?' Zugrom was, much like during the entire descent, a few steps behind. Broad shoulders swinging, the bullish old longbeard stomped past her. He turned, plaited beard swaying, and clamped a heavy hand on her shoulder. 'Show some vision, rinn.'

He regarded her, gibing his half-smile. Half, for the longbeard wore a bronze-plated mask over the left side of his face. Magic - that was how he'd ever explained the disfigurement. But all beardlings that for a duardin to meddle with magic bore consequences. 'I hear it in your voice. You thinke me a fool to come down here.'

'Never a fool, elder.'

'You do not understand, though.'

Gjarna frowned. 'Only as I said before. Karak Zlat has only been resettled, and still we endure thaggoraki raids. Their god drives them into frenzy, and we need every axe.' Her own weapon was still dripping with blood from its bladed smile, the price of their descent so far. She had expected the Delver's shrine, this seventh and bottommost temple-hall, to be the worst infested. That it was so empty was strange.

Zugrom nodded. 'Still, You escorted me.'

His heavy robes shifted and his many gold rings caught the torch-glare. He was not gaudy, merely kempt, in a way that Gjarna, clad in her mason's jerkin, was not.

'You have always sponsored my clan, elder.' Gjarna said, bowing. 'Always advised me. And... you said you had a solution to our struggles. It seemed worth trying.'

'Anything is worth victory,' Zugrom nodded. 'My faith was well placed. Maybe you're the one to see.'

Gjarna was about to ask what he meant when the longbeard began walking towards the hall's rear. She expeced him to offer respect to the statues. Zugrom didn't. He might have sneered, at one point. She swallowed.

'Are... we not here to beseech the ancestor gods?'

'These tired old things?' Zugrom sniffed. 'Hardly'.

Gjarna stopped short, mouth ajar, as Zugrom reached the back of the hall. It was a simple wall, though the runes carved down it were deep.

'Then why...' she began.

'As I said. To beseech a god.'

From within his robes, Zugrom produced a small, octagonal charm. He placed it on the wall before speaking in a grinding rumble.

'Drungiiiiii Nejjjjjjj Zharrdrooooonnniiiii...'

The earth groaned. Gjarna staggered, gripping her skull as her mind suddenly burned in a furnace and was crushed beneath slamming pistons. It passed but didn't entirely fade. The runes on the wall had begin to run like molten fat. The rocl had ground open like a pair of doors. Beyond, another set of steps led downward. An eight floor.

Zugrom was already descending. None of the venerable stiffness he had shown on the upper floors afflicted him now.

Despite herself, Gjarna followed.

Here the walls were close, tight like strangler's hands. Heat was intensifying, not fading. She smelled smoke. Script marked the walls. It was not runecraft she recognized. Presssure scraped down her spine - the raking eyes of her ancestors, silently imploring her to turn back.

This was a sealed place. Forgotten. Forbidden.

'We should not be here, elder.' Gjarna's voice was subdued as she reached the stairs' terminus, The hall here seemed largely collapsed, but the altar at its heart remained intact. A statue stood there. Its face radiated a patrician aspect - and cruelty, the sort only a true tyrant could muster. Its eyes were black diamonds, and a spiked ring pierced its nose. She couldn't look directly at it.

'Lift your gaze.'

Zugrom stood before the altar, his back to her. There was a note of awe in the old longbeard's tone - awe, vindication, she could not say. Slowly the robed duardin turned back to her. That was when Gjarna noticed the bronze half-mask held in one hand.

The right side of Zugrom's face smiled. The left did nothing at all. It was stone - cracked, petrified. An occasional molten glow pulsed withing. He grinned, showing a hint of tusk.

'What is this place?' Gjarna managed. She reched for her axe, but her hand shook.

'The truth, girl.' Zugrom raised his arms as if in benediction. His fingers were claws. 'The ancestors sought to hid him from us. They lacked the courage to steal fire from the dark powers. Lacked the wit to wield it. But not all of us forgot.'

'Come. Behold the duardin's Father in Darkness. Behold the first king, Hashut.'

Hello fellow chorf lovers im in need of some of your expertise. As of right now I own

Urak taar

2 deamonsmiths (could use one for ashen elder)

1 war despot

6 bulls/anointed (i remembered to mag them)

10 hashutite spears

1 rocket battery (forgot to mag)

1 bane mace dominator (forgot to mag)

20 hobgrots

And I am trying to decide what I need next and if another spearhead would be worth purchasing or if getting like 2 boxes of infernal razers would be better next? Or any other suggestions. Thank you all