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The NightStalkers of Clan Eshin
Topic Started: 24th July 2004 - 02:01 AM (281 Views)
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Warlock Captain Krits'Neth, Chosen son of Ikit Claw
Hi there, I have just finished converting my battles into story, please read on.


Day 1- The last of the Night Runners climbed down the ladder into the sewers below Zundap, the sun would rise in mere minutes to reveal the hundred warriors of the empire, brutally murdered, they hadn’t stood a chance, the ratmen had outnumbered them 3-1, Vicous NightStalker, the 7th master assassin had led a whole army of the black clad Eshin warriors to war against the man-things and had been victorious, The Nightlord would be impressed. The strike had been quick, Elector Count Benedict the brave of the Army of Middenland had been the target, Sorcerer Snitch had done most excellent, teleporting Vicous right behind him to give the death blow that had severed his head. The Middenland defenders would soon find the massacre site, but by then the Night force would be gone.
Day 2- After his success at Zundap, the Nightlord had sent Vicous NightStalker on a second mission at Zundap, he was to cut off supply routes from Boven to Zundap but the Dwarf slayers from Karak Kadrin intervened, A most mighty warrior by the name of Garagrim led the orange haired stunties to war, they moved surprisingly quick for dwarves. They fought with passion, hacking down rat after rat, If the 2 tunnelling teams hadn’t and aided the Night Runners in battle the dwarves may have been defeated here, but it was not to be.
Dwarf blood could be smelt on the air Garagrim had just slipped away, the Nightlord would not be happy, but apart from him, all other of the dwarves had been killed.
Day 3- Vicous NightStalker tasted blood on lips, the fist of Philease the Psychotic had connected with Vicous’ jaw, he as momentarily stunned, he quickly ducked another one of Philease’s punches and forced the mighty Fellblade through his opponents stomach, with a howl of pain, he dropped dead and his death was quickly felt among the other slayers, they begin to demoralise as their leader fell to the ground, pulsing with sickly green energy. 1 by one, the stubborn dwarves were destroyed, Assassin QuickKill had decapitated one of the slayer champions head, but had also suffered quite a bad leg wound in return, it would require aid from the seers back underground.
Day 4- After meeting with Grey Seer Verminous Fang, NightStalker was to attack a group of wood elf rangers that were stubbornly holding tower at Nordbergbruche, they used tunnels that Verminous Fang had already excavated, it did not take long for the Eshin Adept to bring the tower falling.
Sing'u'lar of the wood elves had put up a fight, one of his arrows hitting Vicous in the right shoulder, he had paid for it with his life though, as Sorcerer Snatch had skitteleaped Vicous a yard from him. The fight between Sing'u'lar and NightStalker was quick, the Fellblade ripping straight through his elven armour and into his pure heart, So much energy unleashed by the Fellblade even affected Vicous as he felt the raw warpstone energy flow through him.
When Vicous met up with Verminous Fang again he was gifted with a powerful trinket, the talisman of protection, a piece of warpstone embedded in solid gold.
Day 5- The last of the knights were surrounded, they had come to Struhelspan to claim their knighthood but only found death from the Eshin warriors. Vicous had not planned on killing the young knights but had no choice, their quest for knighthood had brought them to fight these rat-men, they had only counted on engaging in combat with 50 or so of the Skaven but after being spotted they were fighting 500, it was as if they had appeared from the very night itself, Vicous NightStalker had let one paladin live, barely able to talk his horse carried him to the nearest town were they would find the mutilated body.
Day 6- When Struhelspan looked ready to fall, the annoying green skins had appeared, enormous armoured Orcs had attacked the Eshin attackers in the rear, Many a Skaven died that day, if the Skryre pirates and their poisoned wind globaiders hadn’t come at the right time there would only be 12 master assassins, Vicous was mere inches from being cut down when a blast of green lightning had blasted Grimgor Ironhide away. Vicous had thanked Krits’Neth, the Master Warlock for saving his life. Slowly the green skins were either blasted away or fled.
Day 7- The Lord of end times blade crackled with barely contained energy, he had had the tower in his grips, yet the rat-men had taken it from him! Someone was going to die. Archaon dismounted from his daemonic steed and walked towards his former lieutenant, Sliver Daemonhart, exalted of Slaanesh. Sliver watched as Archaon approached, every one of his footsteps seemed to take an eternity, at last Archaon arrived, ‘You have failed me for the last time Sliver, maybe you’re brother will do better’, shooting a look at Lucious Daemonhart, Sliver’s own brother, and with that Archaon brought the slayer of kings down upon Slivers shoulders, his head flung 2 yards away and Lucious shuddered at the thought that it might be his head next.
Day 8- Lucious Daemonhart, mounted on his daemonic steed charged forward, blades clashed, Vicous NightStalker, agile adept of the Eshin clan matched against champion of Slaanesh, god of pleasure, Daemon blade met Fellblade, both hungering for the soul of the enemy, or soul of their master, Vicous brought his blade up cutting the daemon wyrm clean in half, with an explosion of daemonic ichor Lucious fell to the ground, but immediately continued the battle on foot, warriors from both sides, Eshin and Slaanesh were crowded around watching the battle, knowing that their fates depended on outcome of this fight of titanic proportions. They battled for 7 hours straight, and still no opponent had bettered the other, both were tyring, but both could fight for 7 more hours if need be, neither of the 2 were going to give up, Lucious Daemonhart knew that if he didn’t kill Vicous NightStalker he would be either killed by Archaon himself or by his rat opponent. They battled for 6 more hours, 13 hours had passed since the 2 had engaged in a challenge. Neither had suffered more than a scratch from their rival, their blades hadn’t turned on their masters knowing that a better prize, the enemies soul. Vicous slipped, the daemon blade came crashing down, in a heartbeat the battle was over, Vicous had avoided his would be deathblow by an inch, but in the split second it had missed the Fellblade had eaten through Lucious Daemonhart’s neck and severed his head, the chaos warriors around him watched in a mix of awe and horror as their general slumped to the floor, blood pouring from the hole were his head should be. They knew there was no point running, Archaon would kill them all, they knew that staying to fight such a powerful enemy was suicide, instead they dropped their weapons to the ground and lowered themselves into a bow, the slave pits would be full tonight.
Day 9- More green skins had came down to fight today, led by a brutish Orc calling himself Borgut, the right hand of Gork. He had murdered hundreds of the Eshin Night Runners. He was on a warpath, but then he spotted Eshin sorcerer Screech, he charged at him bellowing an obvious challenge, The Wizard of clan Eshin backed up, bringing his arcane blade to face the greenskin champion, he leaped into the air before Borgut to could face him, he landed silently behind Facebeater and slashed the arcane blade across the back of Borgut, nothing had happened, the armour he wore was to strong, within an instant, Screech lay on the ground dying, his lifeblood draining from a big gash in his side, when Vicous found him it was too late, Screech’s dying words were ‘Borgut kill-kill me.’ and with that he died.
NightStalker sniffed the air, he smelt skaven blood directly east. 2 minutes later he found the source, 50 dead Night Runners in a circle around a gigantic Orc waving a huge axe above his head. In an instant Vicous leaped forward, ’you-you killed Screech, now you pay-pay.’ He brought the Fellblade down in an inspiring pose, the fleeing Night Runners stopped to watch. ’You killed Gwimgor! Now I kill ‘ou!’
The mighty axe wielded by Borgut was no match for the almighty Fellblade, and within in a matter of 20 minutes Borgut lay dead in the grass.

This is the first part of my battle reports, They are all made from actual battles, just converted to story (I find it adds more realism/coolism to the battle reports.) I will add the next few battles I do, until then enjoy, please feel free to leave comment on the NightStalkers of clan Eshin.
P.s I just posted this on the SoC forum so i thought i may aswell post it here aswell.


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vasquisk
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Jul 24 2004, 02:01 AM
P.s I just posted this on the SoC forum so i thought i may aswell post it here aswell.


What?!!?!?!?!
You mean you didn't post it here first??
For shame...

Always nice to read about Eshin, especially when they're killing things :D
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Matt
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I would change the Elector count to a general - If an elector had died GW would have told us the day it happened!

Really like it though well done

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