- "We make deal, yes?”
“You give us gold and women, we no attack.”
“You not give enough gold or women, so we attack.”
“We attack anyway.”
“We make deal, yes?"
- —Hung negotiations[2a]
The Hung are a nomadic oriental race of hunters and gathers, shorter and squatter than the people of Cathay but otherwise resembling them. The Hung are perhaps the most easternly of all the Northmen tribes, inhabiting the lands of the Chaos Wastes to the north of Cathay and the chilly lands of Naggaroth in the New World. The Hung are considered horsemen par excellence, and they breed tough, small horses on their cold mountain slopes which would survive where larger southern warhorses would starve. They ride these into battle when they attack the more civilized lands to the south, such as the petty yet equally barbaric Kingdoms of the Dark Elves.[1a]
Perhaps out of all the people living within the Far North, the people of the Hung are perhaps the most primitive of them all. Even though their brethrens in the West have built themselves a selection of settlements and massive fortresses, the people of the Hung can amount themselves no better then primitive hunters and gatherers, with little to no concept of even the barest forms of civilization. Instead, these wandering nomads scour the land in search of plunder and battle to substain themselves, and such is their reputation that the people of Grand Cathay built the mighty Great Bastion, one of the largest walls ever created for the sole sake of keeping these barbarians from destroying their very kingdom.[1a]
- "The Hung are Human, though like others who dwell near the Umbra, they are often riddled with mutations. Short, squat, with thick necks and wide faces, they are an ugly people, made uglier by self-mutilation. From the moment of birth, cruel mothers cut deep gashes into their children’s cheeks so that when the youths grows into men, their facial hair is checked by ugly scars, making them look like beardless eunuchs. These savages never bathe, and so have a terrible stink, covered in their own excrement and filth as if they were feral beasts."
- —Gregor of Marienburg, Merchant and Explorer[2a]
On the other side of the world, there are other Humans who serve the Dark Gods. Separated from the Kurgan by the Great Desert, they are often contained to the lands north of Cathay or across the land bridge in the northern reaches of the New World. Like the Kurgan of the Eastern Steppes, the Hung raid their neighbours, mounting attacks against the fabulous cities of Cathay or the sinister cities of the Dark Elves. They are almost constantly in a state of war. The reason is simple. They believe the purpose of their existence is to fight, to kill, to slaughter. By fighting amongst themselves, the Kurgan, and others, they glorify themselves and their Gods.[2a]
Like the Kurgan, the Hung are nomads, but instead of riding horses, they use tough ponies bred for endurance and survival in the harsh climes of their hunting grounds. These people live in the saddle. Some say they are even born there. Each member of the tribe carries on his stout steed a filthy woollen tent and everything he needs to get by. The Hung see all members of their tribe as equals and make no distinction between men and women. There are many smaller tribes including the Yin, Chi-An, Tu-Ka, Mung, Aghols, Wei-Tu, Man-Chu, Dreaded Wo, and the Kuj, though they are all part of the Hung.[2a]
Also like the Kurgans, the Hung are a roving people, and thus their tribal boundaries can-not be marked by a simple frontier on a map. While they pay more regard to their greater tribe over and above their itinerant kin, these tribes hold no compunction about merging with others to form great alliances, or devolving and reforming as the winds of circumstance change. This ever-shifting loy-alty does lead them to consider as irrelevant, bonds and bargains made with other races. They feel no dishonour in breaking these pacts, or indeed in killing the other parties, and so have gained a reputation for being sly, deceitful and treacherous. Indeed, the Cathayans use the phrase 'Word of a Hung' to denote a worthless promise. The Hung live in the saddle.[1a]
- "Word of a Hung"
- —A Worthless Promise[2a]
Though they owe their allegiance to the greater tribe, the Hung honour no promises and abide by no pacts. They are famous for their treachery and for their willingness to kill each other as well as others they meet. They are a sly people, cunning in their dealings and quick to double-deal. For example, they might encircle a town and promise to leave the town unscathed if the people give over their daughters. Once the town complies with their wishes, the Hung butcher the townspeople and burn down all the buildings simply because they can. They have a taste for fine things, so they snatch up gold, silks, even gaudy ornamental rugs, which they display proudly whenever they settle in to camp. Despite their pretence, they know nothing of civilisation and are an unsophisticated lot.[2b]
In truth, they are not much more than simple hunter-gatherers, and the hunting aspect forms a cornerstone of their culture. They see each hunt as an opportunity to prove their strength and courage, so they prowl the dark places of the Chaos Wastes looking for some deadly Spawn or mutated creature to kill and bring back as food. One thing the Hung do value more than treasures are their hunting dogs. They keep a vicious breed of canine that’s so abused and malnourished it’s hardly recognisable as a dog. Their cruelty instils a sense of loyalty in these stupid beasts, so they run alongside their masters in battle, savagely tearing foes apart. The Hung extend the same treatment to their steeds, which they feed a mixture of grains and Human blood to make them fierce and unpredictable. The Hung’s territory does not produce much in the way of food, so their diet can be macabre. They readily devour game and fish, but when the hunting is scarce, they feed on rats, insects, even the lice on their bodies. Some witnesses report seeing these savages devour the afterbirth from a mare’s foaling. And failing that, they drink the blood from their steeds and even turn to cannibalism if necessary.[2b]
The only structures they inhabit are woollen tents they carry, with which they make their encampments. Obscure legends speak of Hung cities, hidden somewhere in the Steppes or in the mountains to the north. These places are supposedly great centres for their worship, and guard the fabulous treasures the Hung had plundered and stolen over the centuries. More than one treasure-seeker has departed from Cathay and the Empire in order to find these hidden cities, and never returned. I believe these stories of great cities to be ridiculous, for the Hung pride themselves on their independ-ent, wandering lifestyle that they believe makes them superior to all sedentary races. If such stories have any basis in fact, as well they might not, then it is from the lavish encampments of their largest tribes. There the spoils of their raiding such as silk and gold and carpets are displayed with such garish opulence that they could be considered travel-ling palaces. Despite these displays of bor-rowed civilisation, they know nothing of the more sophisticated ways of life. They do not even know how to build a bridge across a river, rather they prefer to pile their possessions on top of their horses and swim them across, holding onto their tails.[1a]
They live still at the level of the hunter-gatherers, like humanity's distant ancestors. Indeed, the hunt forms a major part of the Hung existence. At the lowest level it provides them their food and sustenance in the form of game, at its highest it is a challenge to their champions and heroes to venture north into the desolate mountains and hillsides of the wastelands, and there prove their worth to their gods by bringing down fierce mutat-ed creatures and ferocious spawn. They train animals in this as well, their hunting dogs are so bestial and bloodthirsty that they even follow their masters into battle, and some tribes also train warbirds such as eagles and hawks.[1a]
Their mounts are ponies, short and stocky with a dense coat that allow them to endure the wasteland winter. Despite their size they are capable of travelling great distances, sometimes as much as one hundred leagues in three days. Their ponies graze as they travel, rooting beneath the snow for mosses and grass. The Hung have been known to feed their ponies flesh to promote their fight-ing spirit, giving them a bitter and truculent temper, much like their riders. The Hung themselves have no pride in what they consume, for they will eat game and fish when times are good, but when times are hard they have no compunction in digging for roots from the ground or in snaring rats and other rodents for meat. Stories tell of them even ingesting lice, the after-birth of a mare's foaling, human flesh and of sucking the blood from their own horses when no other source of sustenance could be found. This abhorrent behaviour is compounded by the filthy conditions in which they live, for they refuse to wash their bodies or their clothes or bury their refuse, for they believe it will anger their gods. Both men and women do mutilate themselves in order that they may present a more fearsome, or lovely, visage.[1a]
- "The unwashed hordes of the Hung represent everything I hate about Humans. They stink, they’re fools, and they are all too easily corrupted by Chaos."
- —Shazamel, Witch Elf[2a]
One might think that the Hung would leave their lands, given its conditions—and they do, but only to raid. They remain in their hunting grounds because they believe the Gods dwell in all things there. When lightning strikes, they see the image of the God of Blood. In their own leavings, they see the God of Decay. As a result, they keep no shrines or altars, though they do construct monoliths as the Kurgan do. Instead, these foul people honour their Gods by praying to rude idols or offering them thanks at mealtimes by rubbing their meat and broth into the coats of their steeds. Most recently, many Hung have fallen under the control of Morathi, the Dark Elf Hag Queen and mother of the Malekith the Witch King. To reinvigorate the cult of Slaanesh amongst her people, she and a coven of cultists travelled north to wrest control of the Hung for her own sinister purposes. A great many tribes joined her and followed her south to Lustria, though to what end, none can say.[2b]
- "The Kurgan tribes are not alone in the Wastes of Chaos. Far beyond the Eastern Steppes are a people of wanderers and vagabonds known as the Hung. Thankfully, they rarely find their way into the Old World, being content to fling themselves against the Great Wall of Cathay or to sell their lives in battle against the Druchii of Naggaroth. Though removed from the affairs of the Empire, the Hung are a vicious race and have, in the past, emerged from their distant land to lend their might to the armies of Chaos."
- —Soren Fitzgerald, Professor of History at the University of Nuln[2a]
Tribes that make up the Hung include:
- Dreaded Wo
- "Never trust a Hung. Destroy and eat them, yes. Never trust them."
- —Azeekel, Kurgan Marauder[2a]
- "Them Kurgan is bad. But the Hung, they jus’ nasty."
- —Gorg, Ogre Philosopher[2a]
- "We most certainly trade with the Hung. It is in our interest to trade with all the people of the world’s roof. Whilst I admit I would never turn my back on a Hung, I’m more than happy to accept his slaves."
- —Zygrad, Chaos Dwarf Sorcerer[2a]
- 1: Liber Chaotica (Background)
- 1a: pg. 24 - 27
- 2: Tome of Corruption (2nd Edition Fantasy Roleplay)