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| Grey Seer Velqueet | 10th July 2004 - 07:57 PM Post #1 |
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(Narrator=Grey Seer Velqueet) After my last victory I was confident in my army's prowess, and the Horned Rat himself sent me jumbled thoughts from the high elven mage who I had previously faced. He did not think he could defeat me! His thoughts were saturated with uncertainty and sorrow. My scouts reported that although he had received reinforcements, his army was smaller than it was on our previous encounter. I was confident that I could repeat my last victory. After I allowed plague priest Skalmuck to conduct experiments on the elven princess (which concluded the way most Can Pestilens experiments do--with a horribly bloated and pock marked corpse) I had reason to believe that the elves were plotting revenge. I was not sure of this, but I wanted to take them while they were still weak and recovering from defeat. I marched my army to their encampment through the night and arrived early in the morning. The elves were prepared for me when I arrived (confident that I would defeat them easily I hadn't bothered to conceal my advance). My soldiers swarmed out of the forest and arranged themselves into long columns, while the elves stood ready for the wave of fur. The ringing of bells and gongs and swords beating against shields along with ferocious squeaks marked the start of the battle. Hundreds of my skaven warriors quickly closed the gap between themselves and the high elven host. Light rain softly drummed against their meticulously crafted armor while their steeds pawed and stomped the soft earth. The elves stood still as statues (in stark contrast to the writhing pulsing swarm of furred bodies) and were finally brought to life when a green flash lit the sky and transformed every drop of rain into a perfect emerald while a deafening boom rang out and forks of warp-lighting arched across the battlefield from warlock engineer Ekish's warp-blades. When my eyes recovered from the flash moments later I could see that six elven knights had fallen, their armor melted onto their bodies, and once fair faces twisted into frozen masks of pain. Their ancient banner was singed and the remaining four warriors felt more than ever the sorrow that all elves feel when they go to battle. They slumped slightly in their saddles and the grips on their lances changed from determined to reluctant. The fire of Calidor was dim in their hearts. Ekish squeaked with glee at the destruction he had caused, his fur standing on end while the warp-power accumulator and his back hummed and crackled as it started to replenish its energy from the winds of magic. The opposing infantry and cavalry remained in place while the archers notched their arrows, raised their bows, drew back, and released in one unified and graceful motion. The four archaic yet skillfully manned bolt throwers released their rounds as well. Clanrats fell clutching arrow shafts that had been made before their great grandfathers had walked the earth. This fact was as meaningless as their deaths to the rest of the clanrats as they swarmed forward over the fresh casualties. The unit was large enough that I was not concerned about the loss, but moments later I felt a ripple in the winds of magic and suddenly a spell far to strong for me to counter was being woven around my clanrat bodyguard. Bright orange flames leapt out of the air and the smell of burning fur and flesh overtook me as nearly half of the skaven fell. After I countered another spell cast by the elven mage my focus shifted back to the material world and I realized that I too had been badly burned. The flames showed no signs of subsiding so I quickly moved to a unit of slaves. I held my flank back far enough to avoid a charge from the elven cavalry while worthless slaves, giant rats and night runners stoppered up the left flank preventing the chariots and remaining cavalry from charging my more valuable troops. The first chariot smashed through the giant rats and into the night runners who stealthily sidestepped its charge and held it up. The nearby plague censer bearers let out shrill shrieks as they ran swinging their censers faster and faster around their heads as they closed in on the chariot, their fearsome weapons emitting clouds of greenish smoke. Their eyes blazed with hatred and frenzy as they smashed the chariot into an unrecognizable pile of broken wood and broken bodies. Meanwhile the dragon princes only managed to kill a single slave while the other chariot smashed through the rest of the unit and into a column of clanrats. The plague monks charged it with complete disregard for their own protection and complete regard for the enemy's destruction. Plague Priest Skalmuck launched himself onto the chariot and ran his crude blade through the narrow chest of one of the charioteers and he turned and took the other's head in his pockmarked paws and ripped his throat open with a mouthful of jagged teeth. He hadn't even noticed the knife that had been stuck into his back by the second elf. The rest of the monks butchered the horses, breaking their legs with swords and staffs, then leaping upon the helpless bodies. The elves launched another round of bolts and arrows at the central unit of clanrats while flames continued to consume the regiment beside them. Both units were now well below half strength. The censer bearers charged the rest of dragon princes, censers once again swinging around their heads creating circular swirls of poison green vapor. One of knights was hit squarely in the chest and lifted out of his saddle. Another was struck in the side of the head, crushing his helm against his face and breaking his neck. The remaining two fell from their saddles as they choked to death from the foul fumes. The elven knights on the other flank fared better, charging the two rat ogre teams and sending one to the ground instantly with three white lance shafts protruding from his massive chest. The other rat ogre turned and fled after striking back ineffectively. The elves drew their swords and cut him down as he ran, their steeds gracefully leaping over the face down body. As the Silver helms halted heir mounts after the chase they were met with a fierce charge from my prized storm vermin. Just before the warriors met I opened my jaws and sent a ghastly stream of putrid green gas into the silver and white clad knights. Four fell victims to the pestilence, choking as I turned my attention to the storm vermin and channeled visions of the horned rat into their minds, visions of him standing atop mounds of maimed elves…they fought with ferocity, bearing their long teeth and stabbing and hacking at the elves with their heavy halberds. Blow after blow was landed and riders fell from their steeds bloody and broken. The rest fled from the blood-spattered, black furred skaven warriors. They tried to catch the fleeing cavalry but instead found themselves suddenly engulfed in the same bright orange flames that had immolated the rest of the clanrats. Their heavy armor provided some protection against the pulsing flames but some fell with burned faces and hands charred to the bone. I sent my slaves forward to meet the advance of a unit of elves clutching large double-handed swords. I now stood alone near the flaming unit of stormvermin. As I glanced quickly around the battlefield I realized that the dead skaven bodies littering that battlefield now outnumbered those still alive. A shiver ran from the back of my neck down to my tail as I looked at the immortal warriors bearing down on the remnants of my flank's forces: slaves and the flame engulfed regiment of storm vermin. They would not be enough. My fear was suddenly consumed by anger. I hated the elves for making me fear them. They should have feared me! I decided to show them why. I called forth the winds of the wind of magic and prepared to unleash the magic of the Horned Rat, but before my spell could take shape the elven mage had snuffed it out. He successfully countered the remaining warlock engineer's warp-lighting as well. These failures made me even more furious! I would not fail the horned one! I reached into my pouch and took out four tokens of warpstone and consumed them all at once. Power surged through my body and dancing images of death filled my mind. Everything I could see was tinted green, shadows were black as midnight, and light was staggeringly bright. I saw the sword masters bearing down on the slaves and started to unleash a deadly plague, yet I couldn't focus! Suddenly all I could see were their skeletons, then walking suits of armor and swords held by invisible hands. Everything was green and swirling. The warpstone had been too much. Suddenly I saw the horned rat, eyes blazing red as he pointed his clawed finger. I turned, but it was too late. A sword was thrust into my chest and pulled out in an instant. As I lay in the mud I was dimly aware of the sword masters marching silently by me, their light steps hardly leaving footprints in the soft soil before I was totally consumed by manic warpstone enhanced dreams. Luckily, the massive amount of warpstone in my body was also rapidly healing my wounds… |
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| typo | 10th July 2004 - 07:59 PM Post #2 |
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Lol, i like warpstone addicted GS. By that way, why did you consume 4 TOKENS AT ONCE?!?!? Anyways, nice report but for easier reading i would consider breaking up some of the larger paragraphs ![]() AHH STOP FIRING |
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That pesky warmachine keeping you down, or is that combat monster destroying your army? NEVER FEAR... ESHIN IS HERE Wherever there is injustice... I will be there... Wherever crime is going on unhindered... I will be... Oh screw it, cant anyone take the law into their own hands Happy Hunting Cheers, Typo Record (w/l/t) 27/5/7 SoC Record(w/l/t) 13/1/2 | |
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| Grey Seer Velqueet | 10th July 2004 - 10:37 PM Post #3 |
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well, it was a huge risk, but i knew that there were no more dispel dice and if i didn't do something drastic that flank was going to collapse, so i used all 4 warptokens to cast plauge and missed it by 1! If i would have got it off it would have been huge and i probably would have won. and yeah, the paragraphs are a bit large now that you mention it! |
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| Jackety | 10th July 2004 - 11:08 PM Post #4 |
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FEAR THE LEMMING!
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Very nice effort though. I know how you feel. You might want to take some Jezzials next time. No high elf can stand them. Nor can any dark elf, wood elf, human, or other. Cause they die. Now if only Jezzials cost a bit less.... |
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