It is said that when a Great Stag emerges from its dark arboreal shelter, great deeds are at hand. Thus, in a great many lands, the appearance of a Great Stag is thought to signal the onset of portentous times. This has led many an unscrupulous wizard to bind a Great Stag to their will purely as a means of gathering wealth and support from their more credulous allies. That such plans inevitably backfire in a spectacularly gory fashion — the Great Stag invariably chafes at servitude to an unrighteous master, and will likely trample the fool to death the moment the spell lapses — seems to serve as little warning to the next charlatan.
There is no chance of mistaking a Great Stag for any of the lesser herd beasts that roam the forests of the world. It is a powerfully built animal, whose every snorting breath releases plumes of steam. The antlers of the Great Stag are both formidable and impressive and about whose iron-hard points dances a ghostly nimbus of magic. However, what is most remarkable about a Great Stag is its noble presence; the creature moves with on unsurpassed grace, for it is a king amongst beasts and the natural spirit of the world made manifest. Such a creature can be tamed for brief periods, perhaps, but never truly mastered. Only when the Winds of Magic blow strong will such a proud beast ever answer a wizard's summons.
Rarely, perhaps once or twice in a generation, a Great Stag may allow itself to be the steed of a courageous or noble Wood Elf. [2a]
- Great Stags will attack without mercy those who despoil the woodlands and are fierce enemies of the Beastmen. [3a]
- Great Stags can supposedly live on water alone.[3a]
- Drinking from a river miraculously heals a stag’s wounds. [3a]
- Great Stags hate snakes with a fierce passion and will go out of their way to kill one, ignoring other threats to do so. [3a]
- They are immune to poison, and drinking the their rendered heart and liver makes the drinker also immune for a time. [3a]
- Great Stags love the sound of reed pipes, hunters favoured by Taal can call them using such a pipe. [3a]
The Eonir consider them the children of the god and transcendent, magical creatures, They claim that their breath is like a distant song rising as steam; their footprints fill with budding flowers and all other animals fall silent and bow their heads in reverence. [3a]
- 1: Warhammer: Storm of Magic, pg. 98
- 2: Warhammer Armies: Wood Elves (6th Edition)
- 2a: Great Stag, pg. 31
- 3: The Imperial Zoo (book)
- 3a: Great Stag, pg. 10-11