| Skavenblight Chronicles: Clan Skitter; Ongoing fluff for SoC | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 24th July 2004 - 04:16 AM (205 Views) | |
| Warlock | 24th July 2004 - 04:16 AM Post #1 |
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The Thing that goes Squeek in the Night
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>The fowl winds howled as the determined Warlord Skrik climbed the the ruins of a watchtower outside of the man-things' town of Hergig. He had already made plans to claim the Brass Keep once it had been ransacked, for it was to be the new clan stronghold of Clan Skitter. He smirked at the entire marvel of his own brilliance and surveyed his forces marching on the empire town. He had fooled all of the Council when he followed their orders for an attack on Hergig. Fools! He would only be there to keep the plan secret, he would not openly defy the council while his clan was still without a stronghold. In the distance he thought he had seen a bright red glare, but had ignored it for fire as many other lesser clans attacked. >The sounds of hoofbeats was too deafening to ignore as the clouds blocked the sun. Skrik had just given orders to scout the sounds, but the sentries never returned. Now Skrik could see the blood red armor of the knights riding towards the skaven forces. They had assembled for battle against the oncoming man-things, but none were prepared for what their foes really were. The stench of death and decay seemed to follow these warriors as they charged closer and Skrik wondered why these man-things did not seem like the countless rest he had fought before. Clad in armor, they would charge through the clanrats quickly, but eventually were pulled down and kiled. As the Warlord watched the knights impact a unit of clanrats he saw the slow reflexes and bloodless deaths each one fell to. As he watched the clanrats hesitantly cut one of the fallen apart, he sneered in disgust- DEAD-things! As more and more charged into the lines the clanrats panicked and began to flee from the overwhelming might of the undead foes. >Swallowing his fear, the Warlord ordered his shaking unit towards the mightiest dead-thing he could find... clad in great bloodied armor, this horrific being seemed to shrug off everything that the skaven could put in his path. This knight and his unit turned to face the charge of the clanrats as Skrik activated his bracers and readied his magic blade. The impact of the clanrats hit harder than the undead knights had expected and most were pulled down. In the midst of combat, Skrik found the mounted Vampire and accepted the dead-thing's challenge. Striking with reflexes beyond that of even the graceful elf-things, Skrik tore into his adversary in single combat. The Vampire shrugged off the minor blows, but two of the attacks hit home and dug deep into the Vampire's body. Hissing in pain, the Vampire sliced at the skaven general with ferocity, but Skrik managed to evade all of the attacks except one, which cut through his armor and injured him. As the Vampire withdrew his blade from Skrik's body his wounds seemed to heal. The fighting had almost resolved around the pair as the rest of the knights had dissipated The Blood Dragon refused to be defeated by such a pitiful enemy and lunged once more at Skrik but to no avail as the skaven Warlord ducked under a powerful stroke and plunged his blade deep into the Vampire's chest. Wrenching the blade free, he noticed that his army had regrouped- inspired by the Warlord's presence and had almost banished the rest of the dead-things that had attacked. A few knights and some armor-clad ghouls still remiained, chasing after a shattered unit of slaves. The few fould Grave Guard that still resisted the skaven were tied up in a seething mass of rat swarms and the undead still unengaged were being quickly destroyed by the powerful Warp Lightning Cannon Skrik had recently purchased from Clan Skryre. >As the last few undead were destroyed, Skrik rallied the surviving forces and once again turned his attention to the empire town ahead-- Hergig. |
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When you think everything is going your way- some little snot-nosed brat gets in the way and ruins your day. This little punk does something so simple that completely destroys any chance of you having a good year. This SoB didn't even know that their actions would have such an abysmal impact upon your life. Geez, some people are so insensitive. Now I have to get my car repaired. | |
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| Cypher19 | 24th July 2004 - 04:31 AM Post #2 |
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was that fluff or a real battle rep? nicely written
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| Warlock | 25th July 2004 - 09:41 PM Post #3 |
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The Thing that goes Squeek in the Night
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It was both... I recently played my neighbors Bood Dragons. He isn't all that experienced, but at least it was a good story.
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When you think everything is going your way- some little snot-nosed brat gets in the way and ruins your day. This little punk does something so simple that completely destroys any chance of you having a good year. This SoB didn't even know that their actions would have such an abysmal impact upon your life. Geez, some people are so insensitive. Now I have to get my car repaired. | |
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| Warlock | 25th July 2004 - 09:43 PM Post #4 |
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The Thing that goes Squeek in the Night
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>> >Warlord Skrik moved to the head of the skaven column as he heard the scouts hollering something of man-things. The gutter runners immediately begun chittering about armor and knights, and Skrik at once thought the dead-things had come back for more. As he calmed the gutter runners, they gave more and more detail to what they saw- Skrik then realized that these new foes weren't the dead-things he had fought only a night before. the forces of the Bretonnians were riding out to counter the marching skaven. >> >> >He ordered the gutter runners off to prepare a tunnel trap for the knights and called for the Engineers Meekit and Skryloque to report in. As the rivals came forward, Skrik began detailing his plans for the open fields they were at. Meekit started formulating a cunning device to crush the man-things, but before he could explain his genius- Skryloque had already handed the warlord a rolled parchment with scribbles all over it. As Skrik read it over, he nodded and grinned in anxious glee. Meekit sneered at his rival's initiative and hung his head- muttering curses under his breath. As Skryloque scurried off to gather materials and equipment to begin construction, Skrik spoke sternly to Meekit. Skrik ordered the engineer to go with gutter runners and plant eplosives along the tunnel that the scouts were excavating. Meekit glowered at the prospect of having to work with the suicidal runners, but he perked up at the mention of explosives. >> >> >Meekit ran off after the gutter runners and Skrik barked out more orders to the rest of the army. Skrik had called three times for the clan eshin adept that had been accompanying them since Bohsenfels, but no answer had come. He frowned at the cowardly assassin, but had more pressing matters at hand. He summoned forth a group of clanrats to send for Chieftain Leskit and the new purchases from clan Moulder. The clanrats nodded and disappeared through the treeline- headed for one of the many tunnels that lead back to Clan Skitter's temporary lair. >> >> >Skrik sent for news of the approaching man-things and was rewarded with news that they were merely a single sun away. Skrik paid the clanrats he had scout and ordered them to allow the rest of the army rest. He himself stayed awake through the night, occasionally checking on Skryloque's progress. >> >> >As the morning orb rose, Skrik rubbed his weary eyes and screeched the order to wake the rest of the force. Skryloque sat nearby- stroking a large object laying across his lap. Skrik looked curiously at the machine, but the engineer paid no attention to his warlord. Skrik kicked Skryloque's foot and the engineer glanced up. He hissed and then slowly stood up. The presented a large shiny bauble to the curious warlord. Skrik took the odd device and explored the outer workings- careful to not set anything off. Skryloque then quickly snatched the object back and cradled it in his arms like a sleeping child. Skrik frowned at the silly engineer and then sent a group of clanrats to look for his messengers he had sent the day before. As they took off, Meekit and the gutter runners were emerging from the forest, covered in soil. Meekit reported that the tunnel was complete and the explosives in place. Meekit eyed Skryloque and cursed under his breath. The gutter runners smiled and went off on their own to rest. Skrik gave Meekit a small piece of warpstone as payment and the engineer smiled mischievously as he stalked away. >> >> >Skrik looked in the distance and noticed the glare of metal just beyond the edge of the grove. He deployed his troops along the edge of the clearing and prepared for battle. As the remaining troops were arrayed, Skrik reached into a pouch and removed a squirming rat. He brought it up to his mouth and with ferocity, bit its small head off in one motion. Finishing up the small morsel, Skrik belched and scratched his neck. He hated waiting for battle and was still worried his Chieftain would not make it here. He was surprised when, without warning- a clawed finger tapped his shoulder. Blade out of its sheath, Chieftain Leskit ducked sharply as the warlord swept the sword around. Skrik chuckled to himself and scolded the Chieftain for startling him. The chieftain apologized and pointed towards the end of the lines where a pack of snarling monsters stood, menacingly. Skrik smiled at the sight of the rat ogres and he knew he had made a good investment. He called for Skryloque and the engineer came, affectionately carrying the brass orb. Skrik swatted the engineer across the face and grabbed the shiny orb from Skryloque as the engineer rubbed his cheek. Handing the object to Leskit, Skrik whipsered his orders to the chieftain and gave further orders for the packmasters and sent Leskit away. Skryloque watched as Leskit walked away with his creation and hung his head. Nearby, Meekit grinned at his rival's gloom. >> >> >The winny of horses snapped Skrik out of his thoughts and brought his attention to the opposite edge of the clearing where nearly a hundred gleaming armored knights stood, dismounted. Skrik cocked his head to the side at the man-things hesitation to attack. The clanrats looked amongst themselves as the armored men kneeled and bowed their heads. >> >> >Praying! Skrik giggled uncontrollably as he yelled the order for attack. The knights payed no attention as the skaven marched forwards. The engineers each threw blasts of warp lightning across the field into the line of knights and killed several as the knights continued to pray. Meekit tried to outdo Skryloque, but in his anxiety accidentally singed his own fur. Skryloque laughed and powered up the Storm Daemon device he had with him. The box glowed and a arc of lightning shot from it into a unit of bowmen- killing several. Meekit cursed his luck. >> >> >A beam of green energy burst from the forest's edge and cut through the lines of armored knights. The man-things failed to show notice and continued to pray to their lady. Skrik ceased the orders to fire, in case these man-things's prayers were finally answered. >> >> >As the guns were lowered, the knights mounted once again and set off across the clearing towards the ratmen. Some of the archrs took aim, but failed to even score a hit on any of the skaven. The large wodden contraption launched a piece of stone high into the air and it came down upon the slaves. Skrik cared not, as they were never going to make it through this anyhow. >> >> >Skrik bade his troops to hold, while the alarmed slaves were ordered forwards. The chittered anxously as the came to stand in front of one of the columns of knights. Skryloque powered up his warp lightning, but suddenly it was dispelled. Meekit powered up his and the energy arced across the clearing to fry several of the knights threatening the slaves. Skryloque frowned and used Storm Daemon again- this time killing a few more but Meekit had clearly outdone him this time. Another powerful beam of energy shot forth from the trees and cut a swath through several of the knight regiments. The ratling gun cranked around and began to pump out shots into the front lines of knights. Several of them fell, but the heavy armor repelled most of the spray. A warpfire thrower released its fire and melted a knight into a puddle on the ground. >As Skrik issued orders for his unit to continue the attack, he himself left the clanrats and scurried across the field to meet up with Meekit. Meekit was busy charging another bolt of warp lightning and paid no attention to his warlord. Skrik was not amused and kicked Meekit. Meekit, surprised by the sudden force, turned and the powerful magic arced off and fizzled before hitting the man-things. Skrik glowered at the engineer who still had not realized who was standing next to him. Skrik scolded Meekit and queried about the trap. Meekit nodded apprehensively and pulled a small globe from a pouch. Skrik cocked his head, waiting for Meekit to set off the explosives. A resounding "Ka-BOOM!" shook the ground and the earth beneath many of the knights erupted and covered the field in dust and smoke. A few bits of steel and flesh showered the combatants and Skrik smiled, patted Meekit on the shoulder and turned to rejoin his clanrats. >The knights were only fazed by the enormous blast, and vowing revenge for the sneaky ploy, charged off at full speed towards the warlord and his unit. Skrik could see a man at the head of the formation that was clad in glimmering armor and carried naught but a lance for a weapon. As the knights crashed into the clanrats, the shining knight challenged Skrik to a duel. All around clanrats were dying and skrik was suddenly afraid to do battle. He turned to lead from the rear of the unit, but the mass of skaven were too much and Skrik hesitantly accepted the man-things challenge. >Skrik ducked as the knight charged by, lance beared at his head. The knight turned to take another charge, but Skrik managed to strike a blow across the man-thing's chest and pull him off his barded steed. The general drew his sword and rained down blow upon blow on Skrik's enchanted shield, which held strong. As the knight tired, skrik lowered his shield and thrusted his own weapon towards the knights chest. The knight parried it and brought a slash across Skrik's own chest. Skrik cluched at the wound as it started to bleed and brought his shield up once more as the knight attacked again. Skrik defended as well as he could against the armored man-thing, but he was too strong and wounded Skrik's face, tearing a scar across his left eye. Skrik, in pain and bleeding lunged out with fury and caught the knight off guard. He slashed with all his might and slowly beat the warrior back. Blood staining the area where Skrik stood, the knight dropped to one knee with the magical sword plunged through the armor into his stomach. >Disheartened by their general's fate, the rest of the knight fled from the masses of skaven. The guns contiued to fire even as the bretonnians retreated back to Hergig. Skrik looked over the treeline at the town in the distance and grinned evilly, he knew that the town would be his. He groaned as he collapsed unconcious on the bloodstained grass... |
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When you think everything is going your way- some little snot-nosed brat gets in the way and ruins your day. This little punk does something so simple that completely destroys any chance of you having a good year. This SoB didn't even know that their actions would have such an abysmal impact upon your life. Geez, some people are so insensitive. Now I have to get my car repaired. | |
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I recently played my neighbors Bood Dragons. He isn't all that experienced, but at least it was a good story.