| Under the cover of Darkness (Part 2); The 2nd part of Stelfklaws plans | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 23rd July 2004 - 07:13 PM (202 Views) | |
| Matt | 23rd July 2004 - 07:13 PM Post #1 |
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News Elf of the Twilight Host
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Stelfklaw had been angry. The slaves sent by Verminous Fang to the south had not yet arrived with his screaming bell. They were however whispering of Fangs latest triumphs at the Strudelspan, the bridge falling to his digging machine. Stelfklaw knew that the loss of the brass orb the previous night was a terrible blow, but he knew he must reclaim it or suffer the wrath of his master. The artefact was essential for the success of plan "Supremacy" , he winced at the thought. Even his closest assassins knew not to trouble him, every creature wishing to survive giving a wideberth as though he had a plague. His mind was troubled, he knew he should not commit his force to an assault without the bell, but knew he must retake the Orb. An idea struck him lighting up all of his features, tonight they would infiltrate the keep - taking it for his own and leaving the stalwert defenders trapped between their own keep and the enemy swords. He cackled hysterically! Darkness once again crept over the silent walls of the castle Bohsenfels, unaware that a silent malice was preparing to strike at the very heart of the keep. Sensei Stelfklaw and his unit of gutter runners meandered silently through the small hovels and tents that surrounded the great keep. Stelfklaw held 13 rusted iron hooks in his rat-like hands massaging them gently. "Ready," squeaked a high pitched voice behind him. The rat fumbled around in his cloak and removed a small glowing green object from it. "Yes," the assassin squeaked back, a cold sense of insanity in its voice. The sorceror engulf the object, the green glow around the object replaced by the darkness of pitch. The sorcorer felt the raw power of warpstone flow through his veins once more. He smashed his staff to the ground three times, each time the assassin vibrated, with the collision of the third stroke he disappeared in a puff of green smoke. An hour later the last of the night runners had scaled the walls and the eshin army was finally ready to storm the keep. The sensei led a task of 10 gutter runners to decend into the chambers below. The night runners armed mainly with throwing stars skittered to the left of the building while those armed with slings advanced on the right. Ruprecht Seppel was not immune to noise and had gathered the garrison force in the keeps greatest hall. A noise sounded from below, bells, bells chiming in the deep of the catacombs. He was obviously not the only warrior to have heard the noise and whispers soon gathered that this night would be the last stand of the defenders of Bohsenfels. Stelfklaw had raided the rooms of the upper-most level, securing it and destroying most of it. He ripped important papers and smashed important relics, but his prize was no where to be found. The warrior priest could hear noises from above and asked for a party to discover the source of the noise. A Dogs of War general, Ricardo Haltse agreed to the mission, netting him and his platoon double the prize money on their return. Stelfklaw and his gutter runners decended another level into the warrior priests own personal chambers. He spied the relic upon the priests bed and leant out to grad it. As he did so a shout from the door attracted his attention, "Intruders," he cried picking up the Orb, "summon the night runners!" Stelfklaw scurried towards the rope they had used to decend into the castle. As he climbed he heared the death screams of the Gutter runners and mercanaries alike. As he struggled to close the hatch leading to the upper levels, he dropped a present gifted to him by his master. The fragile glass ball shattered and the highly corrosive gas leaked from it, many of the mercanaries died, the gas cutting off many levels of the castle. As Sensei Stelfklaw reached the open air again, he laughed hysterically, "We have taken the castle for the Council of Thirteen," he laughed, "All the defenders are dead, gassed by the greatest assassin ever known! I have even retaken the hierloom they stole from us," the assassin lay a hand on his pouch feeling the brass orb, "This day shall be ours, raise the bell!" As the skaven assassin rose his long hairy forearms he was unaware the Orb rolled out, it rolled through the hatch and inside the chamber below... What do you think? |
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Wise Words of the Rebellion: "When you run the gauntlet of the Rebellion of Flames, you must expect the unexpected" Warlord Morrik Ashenfur. "Why is it, that as a culture we are more inclined to death than songs?" Warlord Brackenfurr.
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| Jackety | 23rd July 2004 - 07:18 PM Post #2 |
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FEAR THE LEMMING!
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Damn. That's what you call careless... If I were you, I'd watch out. If it broke...well, I don't need to explain that, now do I? |
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I like black text you like black text lalala! lalala! ..wow, I already lost the tune to that song.. Folks, I may return or I may vanish, but know.. *dundundunnnn* I AM ALWAYS WATCHING. | |
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| Matt | 23rd July 2004 - 07:41 PM Post #3 |
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News Elf of the Twilight Host
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I don't think its broken - its just lost for a while in the chamber above the gas - but he doesn't know and assumes its in the gas chamber |
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Wise Words of the Rebellion: "When you run the gauntlet of the Rebellion of Flames, you must expect the unexpected" Warlord Morrik Ashenfur. "Why is it, that as a culture we are more inclined to death than songs?" Warlord Brackenfurr.
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| Chieftain Skittar | 23rd July 2004 - 10:49 PM Post #4 |
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Battle Chief of Clan Skirrit
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Whoopsie! silly assassin Love the report keep em coming! Chieftain Skittar Glory to Clan Skirrit! |
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