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| Chieftain Skittar | 13th July 2004 - 10:15 PM Post #1 |
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Battle Chief of Clan Skirrit
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Report from Chieftain Skittar to ruling council. We marched into the valley expecting to surprise the enemy but found them already arrayed for battle. They deployed a long range death dealer-dealer on the hill, guarded by a small group of xbowelfs. A large-large infantry unit anchored itself to the base of the hill and a cavarly unit started flanking right-right. I ordered both units of clanrats to storm-storm the hill surported by both weapon teams and Skarlok the engineer, i personally led-led the centre clanrat unit. My slaves screened the Pestilen plague monks on the right. The nightrunners moved to ocuppy a small copse of woods-woods on the right flank. The army scuttled forward when suddenly elf-elfs appeared in the small copse of woods, they raised some stubby looking xbows and showered the monks with bowfire. Many monks fell but the rest seemed spurred on by the sight of their dying comrades. The Elf-elf cavarly hurtled forward at a startling rate, right towards the nightrunners. Commendations to the nightleader of the runners, they stood-stood their ground and fired a deadly barrage of slingshot which felled many of the charging horsemen. The remaining horsemen crashed into the nightrunners swinging their swords-swords wildly, with quick deadly movement the Eshin adepts slew-slew the horsemen mercilessly. With much chittering i led-led the horde forward, many ratmen fell to deadly xbow shooting and fire from the long range death dealer. A lone She-Elf sprinted forward the very air-air crackling around her. Skarlok focused his powers and destroyed her spell casting before the she-Elf unleashed her power-power. Raising his bladed arm he unleashed a torrent of green lightning at her, something went wrong, screaming in pain Skarlok weathered the backlash from his own spell casting. The she-Elf darted into cover-cover behind an abandoned hut, hampering the ability of my ratmen to move forward unimpeded. I ordered the weapon teams to take-take her out. The warpfire thrower lined up a shot but experienced some sort of problem with the pump-pump, the last i saw it disappeared in a ball of green fire. The ratling team lined up a shot, the traitors Skryre sold us faulty weapon teams because it too disappeared in blaze of green fire-fire as its pressure system jammed. The nightrunners and Elf scouts engaged in a shoot out for possesion of the small copse of woods. The slaves skittered forward in support-support. The plague Monks charged forward resolutely continuing their attack upon the hill despite horrendous losses. Skarlok once again unleashed the power of his warp blades upon the skulking sorceress, finally burning her to a crisp-crisp. Despite huge losses both clanrat units stormed the hill-hill. I personally slew many Elfs, and my personal bodyguard finally broke through the enemy defence. Turning i saw the valiant nightrunners run-run down the fleeing scouts with minimal casualties. Screams of pain-pain assailed my ears, i turned back to the fight on the hill, the cowardly Plague Monks were fleeing, the Elf infantry in hot-hot pursuit. My clanrat brothers turned to deal-deal with this new threat. Skarlok raised his warp Blade once more, training his aim upon the Elf-Elf infantry. I saw his face as he died-died, surprise etched upon it as his prised warp Blade backfired again. Seeing his demise my slaves fled-fled, my clan brothers throwing themselves into combat with the Elf infantry their screams of pain telling all within hearing of their fate-fate. I surveyed the battlefield, other than myself and my battered bodyguard only the valiant nightrunners were left-left, the loud twang of twisted rope and instant death of six of my bodyguard made up my mind for me. I ordered the retreat-retreat. Humble-humble apologies Chieftain Skittar Revenge for Clan Skirrit! sorry for the long post |
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| Deathmaster Mik | 14th July 2004 - 08:00 AM Post #2 |
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Claw of the Shadow
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I read-read the report and let it be known throughout Skavenblight that it was not your fault a defeat was suffered against the elf-things, Chieftain Skittar. My-my spy-network already informed me of that traiterous Skryre Warlock Schnitzur, who wanted to kill-kill you and take over your small but potent Clan. He sabotaged the weapon-teams you aquired from his Clan. I had Lord Morskittar informed about this and the Lord Warlock of Clan Skryre had Schnitzur's Warp Blades booby-trapped. You can rest assured that-that the Lightning from the sky would not have been aimed at the elf-things, Skittar.. but at you. We let you fight this battle with malfunctioning Weapon teams to see-see if you could survive without them. Seeing as how you yourself brought the Council this report, you have succeeded. Now go, and gather your Warpstone-reserves to accuire new-new Weapon Teams and you will have your revenge! We need your skills at the Nordbergbruche, .. yesterday. Moves fast, Skittar, and show us the victories you promised your Council! |
![]() Death lurks in my cloak.................. Death dances in my footsteps;................. I am become Death. ................. Amen | |
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