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im writing a short story on me {lashific the dominator} 've included the firstpage to see if you like it. its about half done at the mo :o

Lashific the dominator
Deep within the hell pit, strapped down to a stone bench, was the newly appointed pack master Lashific. He was now going to be “coupled” with a Rat ogre of his own making, but first he had to be prepared for what lay ahead. Lashific was in a way happy the enhancement was being done on that day, because soon Throt the unclean, one of the leaders of clan moulder, would be calling a meeting to report to the clan how the theft of at least a hundred wood elf-raised great eagles had gone. Lashific thought that it was highly likely that Throt had made sure the elf-things found out, as that would be an excuse for war with the hated elf-things.
Being an extremely wealthy clan, Clan Moulder could afford to enhance their pack-masters with Warpstone. Sure, there was a quite large chance that the Warpstone would disfigure them beyond all recognition, but what would the clan in general care? Lashific might, but he was one rat-man in a clan of countless thousands. At least he would be enhanced by the master moulder Fluxose. He was relatively skilled, and he had already done an enhancement that day. That should have been at least a bit comforting to Lashific, apart from the fact - a fact which Fluxose was keen on repeating – that the enhancement had failed and the subject had been carried out of the room smelling of fish and with quite a few less limbs then he should have had. Lashific had collapsed laughing when he watched the subject get thrown into the giant rat pit. Now he was slightly less plucky.
“In pain-hurt soon-soon!” laughed the happy master moulder as he danced around the eerily light room holding a syringe with watered down powdered Warpstone.
“Fluxose pump-inject you full-up with warpstone now, yes, yes!” shrieked the delighted Skaven. He was so excited he almost missed, but, thanks to his expertise, managed to control his maniacal laughter just long enough to jab Lashific in the heart.
Lashific’s heart raced as the warpstone-laced water was pumped around his whole body. His body was sent into a series of uncontrolled spasms and jerks as the horrible liquid raced through his system. He screamed as the bones in his left arm were ripped apart and then reassembled by the mutating powers of the warpstone into a more nimble and light form. The left side of his face began to melt away and as Lashific’s world started to fade, the last thing he glimpsed before falling into unconsciousness was Fluxose dancing around the room happily.
Lashific came to where he had fainted but he was no longer tied down. Sitting up, he looked around for Fluxose. Not seeing him, Lashific leapt from the bench and ran from the room, pausing only to pick up his weapons; a wickedly barbed whip and a rusting iron short sword. Rushing through the network of tunnels, Lashific made his way to his own concealed lab where he would begin his work on creating his rat ogre................
to be continued....................


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Very nice. One comment: the organization is a bit unclear... maybe putting spaces between paragraphs would help. But bravo! Continue on....

And if you're REALLY interested in Clan Moulder... then why not drop into Moulder Pitfighters ;)

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Thank you for the first {and probably last lol} comment! the topics been up fot like two weeks guys!!!!!!!!! <_< hmmmmm im just getting it all down before doing the paragraphs. here come more!!!!

The entrance to his lab was hidden deep in the shadows and excruciatingly hard to find if you did not know where to look. The interior of his lab was lit by eerie candles that threw twisted shadows onto the floor of the lab, with was but hard earth. The walls where covered in the diagrams, maps and plans of the pack-master. The lab was cluttered with benches and table that were covered with experiments and notes. Lashific began to examine him to find out what the enhancement had done. His dominant arm ¬- his left – was lighter and Lashific found it easier to use his whip now. But, as Lashific felt his face to find out what damage the warpstone had done to him, he found the left side of his face was rock hard. Rushing to a basin of water, he peered at his reflection and reeled back in horror as he discovered that the left side of his face had burnt off to the bone. Feeling his face again, it seemed that his left eye had been unharmed. Lashific grinned a feral grin; this new look was one that would be remembered. It would demand respect from the other Skaven, and strike fear into the hearts of his many enemies, quite a few of whom were Skaven. Lashific began to prepare for the creation of his rat ogre. He reinforced the permanent cage with rusting sheets of iron. The cage now took up almost half of his lab. Lashific cleaned his utensils as well as he could, and checked his warpstone storage room. The warpstone was kept in a barrel of water, as extremely hot warpstone has been known to explode, sending shrapnel everywhere. It was rumoured that Clan Skrye was making plans to harness the power of exploding warpstone. The fools, thought Lashific. He never trusted those weak-pathetic warlock engineers, not one bit!
Finishing his preparations, Lashific left to find a suitable rat to mutate.
Making a rat ogre is an extremely complex process. First the rat had to be sized up and made strong. Then you had to enhance its limbs if it is to live long at all. Then the rat ogre has to grow to maturity which takes about seven rises of the sun when warpstone is used. Finally, the ogre could be fashioned weapons and maybe armour. There was also the quite large chance for warpstone poisoning and sabotage to consider as well…
Entering the pits, Lashific headed to where the “pure” rats were kept. These rats were yet to be mutated in any way. Warpstone was kept as far from them as possible, as to mutate a rat twice would hugely increase the chance of failure and/or death. Lashific looked at each scurrying rat closely, looking for physical defects such as bone weakness. The vermin scurried around in a frenzied state, making it hard to follow the progress of any one rat. Spotting a good, strong rat, Lashific picked up a nearby net and brought it down on it. It squealed in distress as the pack master shoved the rat into a sack and turned to leave.
As he walked to leave the pits, a pack master leapt at him from the shadows, sword in hand. Lashific had just enough time to dive forward onto the ground to avoid being cut in half by the Skaven. Scrambling to his feet, Lashific snarled at the pack-master, teeth bared at the pack-master as he drew his own weapon and lunged at him. The other pack-master caught the handle of Lashific’s sword and swung at Lashific with his own blade. Lashific ducked it and, as he came back up, smashed the pack master with his free hand in the stomach. The pack-master recoiled, releasing his grip on Lashific’s sword.

oh no!!! who will win??????????? wat a cliff hanger!!!! lol
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Wow, you actually have good syntax in your fluff! Why don't you try that with you normal post. ;)
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Wow, you actually have good syntax in your fluff! Why don't you try that with you normal post.



oh haha!! here comthe next page:

Seizing his opportunity, Lashific rushed forward and stabbed at the pack-master with his sword. The rusting iron made contact with the pack-master’s leather body armour, which gave way to the blade, letting the sword slip through the soft fur of the pack-master and into his tiny beating heart.
Letting out a gasp, the pack-master collapsed on the ground as his life-blood pooled around him. Raising his sword again, Lashific cut one arm off the dead rat-man, before placing it into the sack to feed his rat. The pack-master didn’t need it any more!
Panting, Lashific ran from the scene, making for his lab.
Once more in the safety of his lab, Lashific’s heart finally began to slow down as he chittered with excitement; he hadn’t killed a rival in what seemed like an age. Peering into his sack, Lashific was happy to see his rat was quite content to be munching on the dead pack-master’s arm. Grabbing a small box-sized cage nearby, he carefully tipped the rodent in where it continued eating. Closing the cage lid, Lashific carried it over to his work bench, where he could begin his experiments on the rat. To start off, he jabbed the rat with a tranquilizing drug, causing it to slump into a deep stupor. Opening his storage cupboard, Lashific retrieved a brain that a slave rat had “donated” to a greater cause. Lashific then lifted the rat from its cage, putting it back on the work bench now that is was tranquillized. Lashific then grabbed a wolf’s skull, which had a circle shape cut at the top of its scalp. Lashific grabbed some raw warpstone with tongs, putting it into the skull before then pushing the brain in there as well. Lashific then riveted a sheet of metal to cover the hole in the skull. Lashific put it into a large metal safe so he would not be poisoned as the warpstone mutated the skull and brain together. Turning his attention back to the rat he picked up a mean looking knife and proceeded to skin the rat’s leg down to the muscle tissue. Going back to his storage cupboard, he rustled round until he found a dead rabbit. Back at his bench, he cut off the rabbit’s back legs. Then the pack-master carefully removed the muscle tissue from the rabbit, grafting them onto those of the rat, bunching most of the muscle at the base of the rodent’s legs. Lashific proceeded to sew the rat’s skin back on haphazardly, using lizard-men skin when he found that the rat skin itself would not cover the legs. With the legs done for now, Lashific moved up to the body and made a large incision in the rat’s belly. Lashific made tiny cuts in all the rat’s organs, tipping powered warpstone into them before stitching them back up again. Lashific then stitched up the stomach incision. The forelegs of the rat had to be made into arms for the beast to fight with. Using brute force and a few incisions, Lashific managed to wrench the front legs into a more arm like position. Lashific then packed the base of the front legs with warpstone and some stored bear stem cells. For the “hands” of the beast, Lashific grafted on feral cat paws in place of the rat’s. Donning a stolen wind globadiers breathing apparatus, Lashific opened the safe containing the head inside it. It looked like the mutation had gone well; it still needed flesh, skin and eyes, but on the whole it was complete. After a bit of cutting Lashific managed, with some warpstone-based help, to give the head the eyes of an owl. Using a variety of skin and a bit of human flesh, Lashific completed the beast’s head. Now to put the pieces together, thought Lashific. Using a blood-clotting poison, Lashific thickened the blood of the rat to the consistency of mud. Carefully severing the rats head with a knife, Lashific knew he had to act fast or the rat’s blood would clot too much, which would kill the rat. Lashific inserted a piece of warpstone that was sharp at both ends into the neck bone of the rat. Then Lashific impaled the head onto the sharp warpstone, before injecting the rat’s heart with a carefully calculated amount of blood thinning fluid. The rat looked a mess of bloody, mismatched limbs and a disproportionately large head. Picking up the rat-thing, Lashific carried it into its larger cage, shut and triple locked the rusting iron doors, before starting to clean up all the blood and store the “spare” parts for later experiments.

still lots more to com!!!! also can anyone tell me if i can move around the comments so the story goes uninterypted?????? nice feed back guys, thnx
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There is still lots more to come! Also could anyone tell me if I can move around the comments so the story goes uninterupted? Thanks for the feed back.


Can you se the difference? Oh and no you can't move around the posts, Only Mods can do that, but you could mutate your original post. ;)
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ok thats very nice!!!

When three days had passed, Lashific sent in a slave to “check” on the rat ogre. The slave came back out a bit cut and bruised, but said that the ogre was still not fully grown.
“Good-good,” chittered Lashific. “You may go-leave now, yes-yes”
As the slave left, he was killed by Lashific when he smashed a rather large rock over his head. He was low on slave brains, and donors are so hard to find among Skaven.
To earn the “respect” of his rat ogre, Lashific now had to show it that he was the boss and that if he obeyed; he would rewarded, most of the time in the in the form of a slave, and that if he was naughty, and he would be hurt and starved. Entering the cage, Lashific took in the rat ogre’s appearance. The ogre’s legs were a mix of off-white rabbit fur and deep blue lizard-man skin. The outline of monsters heart could be seen pulsing through its tan coloured skin. Both of its arms were covered almost completely in dark fur and the paws of the ogre were now massive as small buckler shields. Each paw had four digits that were all ended in a massive, cracked, retractable claw. The Skaven was impressed by his work; the ogre was a frightening specimen. This was always a good quality in a rat ogre: the ability to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies. Finishing his inspection of the sleeping beast, Lashific got out his whip and brought it up over his head. He stood still for a second, before bringing the whip down with a loud crack on a rat ogre’s face. The beast roared in anguish as it raised it self from its slumber, but Lashific brought it tumbling back on to the ground with another crack of his whip. Again and again, Lashifics whip rose and fell in a flurry of blows, each one causing the rat ogre more pain than before. Lashific stopped to consider how badly it was hurt; the beast was either could not or would not get up, so Lashific left it to recover. Over the next few days, Lashific would come into the cage of the rat ogre and lash it. He would continue to do this until the beast would cower and {attempt to} hide at the site of him. When this happened for the first time, Lashific grinned: the beast knew who was boss now. With a bit of adjusting, it could become a ferocious fighting beast. Lashific exited the cage, leaving a bit of food for the ogre. After locking the door, Lashific began to consider how to arm the creature.
After much consideration, Lashific decided to sew tanned elephant hide onto the chest and back of the rat ogre to try to protect it. To do this, Lashific needed to hire Eshin adepts to take some skin from one of the only known elephant in the old world, the elephant in the guarded zoo in Altdolf. It cost the Skaven pack-master much gold coins, but in Lashific’s mind it was worth it.
“Pay gold-money fee fifty now yes-yes.”
“Forty gold-money.”
“You no funny-laugh pack-master, fifty gold-money or die-death, yes-yes!”
Gutter runners are always such a feisty bunch, thought Lashific as he paid the gutter runner leader.
For once it seemed the gutter runners held up their side of the deal. They had got more than enough elephant hide. Lashific tanned the leather in his lab before getting a slave to tranquilize the rat ogre. The first one failed to tranquilize it quick enough, and got ripped to shreds. The second slave, however, succeeded in tranquilizing it. The rat ogre was too big to move at this point, so Lashific had to stitch on the leather in the beast’s cage. The stitching was rough because both the leather and the ogre’s hide are extremely thick, but Lashific went around twice making sure it held. While the ogre was still tranquillized, Lashific severed its right paw and in its place, attached a saw-bladed saber by melting the part of the blade that was touching the forearm of the rat ogre. Lashific also wrapped the forearm in a strip of spare leather from the elephant. For the left paw, the whole paw was coated in molten metal to stop them breaking. The creature had no eyelids, and it’s vacantly staring eyes twitched involuntarily in the beast’s drugged stupor. Its nose and ears twitched at the slightest smells and sounds. Lashific was satisfied that this was a success; his first rat ogre was now mature, he had but to wait for the hand “surgery” to heal up, then the ogre would be ready to fight…
Lashific didn’t know that as he danced around his lab happily, Fluxose was plotting to put him out of action. Fluxose had strong connections with clan Eshin, and had been told straight away when Lashific had hired the gutter runners. Fluxose knew that if this pack-master was allowed to become respected, Lashific would become a threat to his own reputation and probably his life. It was much easier to kill him now, and even easier to get someone else to do it. One of the thirteen night-lords of clan Eshin had agreed to send a representative to discuss the assassination.
“Lashific pack-master is who-what you’re to kill-death yes-yes.”
“Where does he dwell-live?” The black-clad assassin had a deep voice for a Skaven and was black furred, a sign of great strength among Skaven.
“No pack master know where others-rival live-dwell”
“I’ll find-discover his home-house, he’ll be dead-dead when the great fire-ball rises”.
“Good-fine, now go!” said Fluxose in a dismissing tone. With a sweep of his cloak, the assassin melted into the shadows. The master moulder did a little scampering dance before retiring for the night.
Lashific was sleeping in one of the many hidden chambers when the rusting iron door of his rat ogre’s cage was opened. There was a massive roar and piercing shrieks met Lashific ears as he entered the main part of his lab.
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wow this is great :o

i need to know more!!!!! :D


PS: i think that the way u can make up skaven sentences and thier sort of language is awesome :lol: ...... i cant do that very well, not that ive tried........ <_<
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glad you like it!!!

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PS: i think that the way u can make up skaven sentences and thier sort of language is awesome  ...... i cant do that very well, not that ive tried........

its simple. when ever they mention a big word, use another word that means the same/simerlar thing. eg english pain, skaven pain-hurt, sometimes it makes more sense to use the orriganal word last so it leaves no doubt to what their saying.
"don't stop-give up cat-tiger of death-doom, yes-yes!"
easy?

any way, here comes the next page:

There was an assassin’s dead body in his rat ogre’s cage. As the rat ogre began to slowly lumber out of the cage, Lashific dived and slammed the cage’s door shut, locking it as fast as he can. When the three locks were locked, Lashific slumped down on to the floor with his back to the cage door. Someone had tried to assassinate him! But who could it be? It could be anyone of the thousands of rivals he had. But who actually knew him? All the other pack-masters thought of him as a rival, but very few knew who he actually was. Pondering all of these things, the tired pack-master went back to his sleeping chamber, where a restless night lay ahead…
That morning, Lashific decided to up the security around the maze of tunnels that linked to his lab. He constructed a ramshackle door out of wood for the entrance of his lab, and tried to make it darker in the tunnels near his lab entrance. He also placed some sharp rocks on the ground in a pattern to try to deter any casual passers-by from chancing upon the entrance of his lab.
Lashific spent most of the day securing his lab, while Fluxose spent most of it waiting for the assassin to come back. He didn’t come all day, so the next day, Fluxose travelled to the lair of the night-lord to directly question him. The gutter runners guarding the entrance of the night-lords lair let him through reluctantly and once inside, Fluxose went straight to business.
“Why did assassin not-no back-return to me last night-dark?”
The night-lord was meditating, much to Fluxose’s annoyance.
“Night-lord!”
The night-lord lifted his head slowly to look at the master moulder, examining him. He lifted himself slowly to his feet.
“He did not back-return?”
“No-no.”
The night-lord thought for about a minute, annoying Fluxose further.
“I have no time-moment for this” spat the master moulder
The night-lord pondered what to say for a while before speaking
“He has not back-returned to me since his left-leave to die-kill the target.”
Fluxose began to stalk away; there was no talking to such Skaven! But he stopped just before he made it to the door. Some thing felt wrong here. He spun around to face the night-lord but was greeted by an empty room. Fluxose panicked, running from the room. He never made it out. Four warpstone throwing stars embedded them selves into his back. Fluxose, falling to the ground, twisted his head round just in time to see the night-lord leap from the roof supports, landing right beside him. The night-lord drew his short sword before slamming it into the neck of the master moulder.
The master moulder gasped for breath but it was hopeless, he knew it was all over. His vile black blood flowed out onto the temple flood as the night-lord watched Fluxose die.
“Murderer” whispered the night-lord. He turned to return to his meditation when he stopped.
“Moulder-Eshin bond-allegiance no more. Moulder kill-kill an assassin of eshin”
Lashific was feeding his rat ogre when he heard the news from a clanrat passing by yelling to no one in particular that Fluxose had been killed. The yelling rat didn’t yell much in the way of details, but Lashific was fine with the information that Fluxose was dead. Lashific finished feeding his rat ogre before leaving his lab to attend a report from the zarink fester. Zarink fester is one of the most brilliant seer in clan moulder. The meeting took place in a vast cavern, where zarink talked to the Skaven from a vantage point in the middle of the cavern. The great Skaven was already there when Lashific arrived at the cavern. As zarink began to speck, silence fell over all the other rat-men.
“Puny underlings,” screeched zarink, “I have something of good-great importance to say-tell you all”
The Skaven waited for what he would say next with baited breath,
“The elf things of the tree-forest found out that we had stole the lots-many bird-eagle things from them”
“WAR!!” screamed the moulder members as one great voice
Zarink waited for the ruckus to claim down before continuing,
“many of you will war-fight to die-kill the hated forest-tree elf-things”
“WAR!!” screamed the Skaven mass again “WAR!!”
“Go-move to the territory boundary of the magic forest-tree at
Now-once. Go now-now, clan moulder! Go now-now, to war!”
Lashific beat the rush of Skaven which was lucky, as many of the war-crazed-Skaven trampled and killed by the countless thousands of vermin. Back in his lab, Lashific packed for the long journey to the elven forest:
Athen Loren. Food of his rat ogre took up most of the room. Most of the rest was food for him self. Lashific also packed some healing herbs that he had stole from an empire camp-site. Lastly, Lashific packed a few straps of leather to act as bandages. Going into his rat ogre’s cage, Lashific put a metal collar on the great beast and, pulling on the chain attached to the collar, lead the rat ogre out into the tunnels. After the initial leading the ogre, Lashific let the ogre lead once they had left the hell pit, lessening the risk of the creature attacking him.
Surrounded by his count-less brethren, Lashific knew the elves would see them coming, but the vast numbers of giant rats and ogres would obliterate the elves all too fast. The pack master was brought back from his thoughts into the real world as the leading Skaven charged forward. Lashific was confused; they were nowhere near the forest yet. It seemed a scouting party had chanced upon the moulder army. The elves quickly formed a defensive battle line and charged at the unready Skaven. Lashific let go of the leash of his rat ogre and drew his weapons. He whipped the beast into line with the others and, as a group, the pack-master all whipped the ogres into a lumbering charge to meet the fast eleven cavalry head on. The two units meet in combat and the rat ogres quickly began to dominate the fighting, ripping apart the noble elves
“Ha-ha-ha! Die-dead, elf-things!” screamed Lashific as he stabbed horse in the leg, dismounting the rider onto the ground, where the elf was eaten alive by Lashific’s rat ogre. The pack-master was impressed by his monsters ability to fight. The few remaining elves in the unit in combat with Lashifics pack broke and fled, with the rest of the elves shortly following. Panicked, most of the elven army was caught and destroyed in a blood-fest lead by zarink himself. The few that escaped had giant rats set on them. The rats were fuelled by warpstone and would hopefully catch the few that had fled before they could alert the main elf army.
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niccee,

die-death you stupid-dumb elve-things. ha-ha-ha

keep it comin, this is really interesting
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nice heres the next three pages {or maybe two...}

Watching the rats chase the elves off into the distance, Lashific didn’t realise that the clan was on the move again. Picking their way though the dead bodies was hard enough, but when all the rat ogres, as if controlled by the same minuscule brain, began to decide they were hungry, pandemonium took hold. Pack-masters were hurled through the air as the rat ogres yanked on their chain leases to run through the battle-field, devouring the dead as they went.
It took many hours, cuts and fights with other Skaven for Lashific to find his own rat ogre. He found the creature playfully throwing around a wood elf that had more than a few bite marks on it. Pulling out a dart, Lashific threw the tiny missile at the rat ogre. It hit the rat ogre in the arm, and the rat ogre almost instantly became woozy and dazed. Grabbing the chain lease and pulling on it, Lashific managed to get the drugged beast to walk in a drunken fashion after the rest of the horde.
Lashific and his rat ogre caught them and found his pack group just before they reached the border of Athen Loren. Zarink, at the front of the group, turned to face his army.
“You are all to rush-run straight through their clan-army, then we all turn-spin around to charge again-again”
“WAR!” the clan yelled in response before breaking into an unorganized run. Near the back, Lashific couldn’t see the wood elves rushing into a defensive battle-line. The Skaven at the front couldn’t believe that the elf-things had been organized so quickly. How had they known? The few who had survived the encounter must had been chased down by the rats. The dumb-founded Skaven at the front stopped thinking in what is, to Skaven, a deep manner when the elves let loose their arrows. The elven marksmen shot with deadly accuracy, hitting and killing many Skaven. The most badly hit units panicked and fled, trying to get out of the firing line of the deadly archers. The charging units collided with the fleeing ones and the whole charge was demolished. Lashific and his creature managed to avoid injury, unlike many of his fellow Skaven. The elves, seizing their opportunity, moved their archers to the side to allow the cavalry behind them to charge into the disorganized rat-men. Many of the Skaven fled, only to be cut down by the elven horsemen. Lashifics pack group was charged by at least thirty of the elf horsemen, but the monstrous beasts managed to defeat the elves.
“Charge!”
The second wave of horsemen charged in. it was then that zarink’s real plan came into action. The whole army moved back, revealing another clan: clan Skrye. After a last minute meeting with some warlocks from clan Skrye, zarink had managed to get five warp lighting cannons to use against the elves. The elves thought that only five cannons wouldn’t damage their full army too badly. They were wrong; all five cannons fired in unison, punching gaping holes through the ranks of horsemen. After five firing “sessions” the cavalry had been completely obliterated. Unfortunately for the Skaven, as the main army charged in, one cannon over-heated. The release mechanism locked shut, and the whole machine exploded in a massive green fireball. In a sort of horrible Mexican wave, the other warp lightening cannons were caught in the explosion and exploded themselves the front rank of giant rat packs suffered heavy casualties. As both sides readied themselves for the next charge, Lashific knew that this was the price of packing the warp lightening cannons into such a close formation was death. The close formation meant that the crews could communicate with each other to focus shooting, but to lose one would mean to loss them all. Zarink, who was near to Lashifics pack-group, tried to lift the sprit of the troops with a little joke.
“Be certain-sure, underlings that many slaves death-died in the previous engagement”.
Surprisingly, this helped the Skaven cope a lot better. The elves were having their infantry charging now so, as response, the Skaven charged as well. The two forces rushed into combat where suddenly, zarink come forward from the back rank into the fighting rank. The captain of war-dancer stopped his death-dance to lift his blade to zarink in a challenge.
“Meet my blades in combat, loathsome creature”
At this, the fighting around them stopped as all the troops watched their leaders fight.
“You, elf-thing, dear to challenge the great zarink faster of clan moulder? I accept, yes-yes!”
For a Skaven to accept a challenge was rather rare, as most Skaven were far too cowardly to let even the chance of death come to them. Zarink must be pretty confident, thought Lashific as he watched the two warriors circle each other.
Zarink sneered at the war-dancer.
“No dancing elf can stop zarink faster, no-no!” screamed zarink as he conjured a massive ball of lighting in his hand. The war-dancer leapt at him, but zarink caught him in mid air with the lighting ball. The blast sent the war-dancer high into the air, but he managed to land on his feet just in front of the seer. Smiling, zarink raised his hand again. In it he held another lightning ball.
“Oh…” was all the war-dancer managed to say before the lightning smashed into his head. The blast shattered he skull of the war-dancer as he was flung straight into his comrades, dead. There was silence for a few seconds as the elves realised what had happened. Many of them fled, leaderless, back to their forest home. The few that stayed were over powered quickly by the war-crazed Skaven.
Victorious, the Skaven began to leave. They had proved their point to the elves and they hadn’t suffered major casualties yet, so now was a good time to go.
"Suffer not the witch to live"
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i love the amount of detail u put into the violent scenes

flee-run stupid elf-things, die-death your leader has, ha-ha-ha :lol:

i like the sound of this story so far...... :)
Aye, fight and you may die, run, and you'll live... at least for a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM!”

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hey

Lashific was extremely pleased with his rat ogre and in turn, zarink was pleased with Lashific. He had seen Lashific and his beast in combat and had been very impressed. Lashific would soon be given, by zarink, control of a small band of warriors mainly consisting of Clanrats. But because Lashific’s first ogre had been a success he, from now on, had to make his rat ogres in the “public” pits. This forced the rat ogres to compete for food and shelter. This made better fighting beasts then rat ogres brought up alone. Lashific would use his first beast as a personal bodyguard from now on. Lashific continued to create creatures with great success, having only a few failures. As Lashific enjoyed success as a pack-master, clan eshin was planning, plotting. They thought that Fluxose had killed the assassin, when in fact the assassin had been killed by Lashifics first rat ogre. Eshin wouldn’t stand for this. Moulder had been too successful for too long. Only one thing eshin would do: mass assassinations. The lust eshin had for success was so great that the thirteen night-lords would be the ones doing most of the assassinations. The council of thirteen didn’t know that this would happen. The assassination would take place at the council hall where the dread night-lord would kill the moulder representative from the roof of the hall. The plans were finished on the day before the meeting.
“Good-great luck dread night-lord”
The dread night-lord didn’t reply, he turned and left to travel to the council hall at Skaven-blight.
***
The council meeting wasn’t going well. The battle report from grey seer zarink was interrupted by the representative of eshin repetitively. The seer quickly became very annoyed with the eshin lord and threw a rock at him. The eshin lord did nothing apart from saying:
“Stand up and come here…”
Zarink was confused
“What did you talk-say to me?”
Then it happened: the throwing stars flew down from the roof of the hall, smacking into the grey seers back.
“Treachery!” was all zarink managed to say before he fell to the ground, quite dead.
The council ended there and then. All the remaining members ran away to be back with their respective clans.
Clan moulder hadn’t had such a loss in at least an age. The leaders of the clan were now calling all their favours and arming theirs troops for out right war. Unlike the last battle, where only about a quarter of the clan had fought, the whole clan was fighting. Ever single Skaven was prepared for the war and were all hungry for vengeance. Lashific was going to lead his band of warriors to battle, so he was given much better gear then the rest of his group of warriors. His short sword and whip were replaced by a stolen gromril broad sword and massive snake skin whip that was over three metres long and ended in a cruel barb.
Lashific was told to take him, his rat ogre, and his group by the under-network to the clan moulder-controlled warren pintamce. The warren pintamce was located just south of the eshin main HQ. Leading his group, Lashific winded through the tunnels, encouraging the chanting Clanrats to move faster.
“Come-come, moulder warrior- soldiers, to death-kill the eshin traitors”
The tunnels were lit with various torches jammed in to the walls at irregular intervals. The group Lashific was leading made it to the warren pintamce without any trouble. The warren was deserted, just as Lashific had hoped. The warren arrived at the surface deep inside a dark, lifeless cave. Once there, Lashific began ordering the Clanrats around, getting them to fortify the warren.
“You there! Locate-find some wood. You over there, scout around for any signs of clan eshin. Lashific liked the place of authority he was in, and he didn’t want to lose it. Once the fortifications were complete, Lashific and his group waited in the warren for orders. After about an hour a massager arrived at the warren, panting slightly as he gave the note to Lashific. Having done his task, the messenger turned and left. The note Lashific had told him that he was to move his group north thirteen hundred paces where he should meet with another group. Once there, the two groups were to move, as one, to the eshin temple dark-fear, and set alight the temple. Once the temple was ablaze, the groups would split. Lashific group would move to the smaller temple to the south of dark-fear. The other group would from there on kill any thing that left the temple.
After getting the attention of his warriors, Lashific told them what they had to do. Lashific then led them out of the cave into the open. In the light, Lashific could make out the group he was meeting. But why were they so close? Something was wrong. Lashific immediately ordered the troops back into the warren. From there, Lashific watched the group in the distance coming closer. The other group was being chased by Orcs! The green skins must have ambushed them. The panicked group was being cut down by the savage Orcs extremely quickly. Ordering his troops into a block formation, Lashific drew his sword. Once the Orcs were almost in the cave, Lashific ordered his troops into a charge. The two forces meet just out side the cave, where the fleeing Skaven pushed through Lashifics group into the cave. His troops charge was smashed apart by the cowards! Lashific raised his sword high before swinging it down, smashing an Orcs choppa’ in half. The handle end was dropped by the savage. The point end was caught by Lashific in mid air and rammed into the Orcs eyes. Blinded, the Orc swing at Lashific with his other weapon, which Lashific ducked nimbly. Bringing his sword up in a sweeping arc, Lashific managed to cut through the Orc’s heart, killing him instantly. Looking around, Lashific could see his troops were faltering against the tough Orc savages.
“Rookies” breathed Lashific as he swung round his gromril sword in a bloody arc. Even the Orcs couldn’t withstand the awesome power of the blade Lashific wielded in his hands. The weapon seemed to glow an evil green colour each time it claimed another life. Lashific continued swinging his weapon around wildly as he ploughed through the Orcs. Laughing madly, Lashific swung his blade around his head, cleaving the last Orc in half. Breathing heavily, Lashific gazed around at his troops. Most of them were already looting the dead. Placing his sword back in its sheath on his back, Lashific got his troops moving again towards the meeting point. The other group eventually caught up with them at the point. As the troops readied themselves, Lashific conversed with the other leader.
“You know why-why the Orc-things attack you?” Lashific whispered
“The Orc-things just ambushed us, yes-yes!”
“We will deal with the Orc-thing later, yes-yes! Now we must burn the eshin temple-place”
Setting off once more, the troops continued on towards the temple. The temple was black, bulky and, by the looks of it, unguarded. Starting a small fire near the temple entrance, Lashific grabbed a branch out of the blaze and threw it at the wooden building. This is too easy, thought Lashific as he watched the temple entrance become enveloped in flame. For no apparent reason Lashific turned. His gaze was meet by a black-clad gutter runner. Instantly Lashific threw a clanrat in the Skaven path. The pathetic trooper was cut down instantly by the black-clad Skaven. Lashific used the seconds the dead clanrat had gained him to get out his sword and bring it crashing down into the eshin Skaven in a single movement. The gutter runner parried the blow, knocking the weapon back. Lashific stumbled from the blow, falling to the ground. The Clanrats stepped between him and the gutter runner, where a bloody fight began. As the eshin gutter runner was cut down, at least a hundred appeared form various hiding places to join the fight. At the sight of them, the moulder troops scattered, leaving the gutter runners and their now blazing temple.
The assault on clan eshin went horribly wrong. The few fighters left in Lashific’s group that escaped the fiasco were ambushed and killed, Lashific was now lost; when his troops had scattered, Lashific had ran with them; there was nothing to gain from fighting the eshin elites. The whole clan had been decimated. Eshin had won. The few, if any, moulder rat-men back at hell pit. Lashific had managed to track down his rat ogre, which he decided needed a name. As he walked, leash in hand, Lashific viewed the beast. It needed a name that suited it. A name to be remembered by the under-empire and beyond. A name that men would fear to speak. Yes, thought Lashific, crush-lock would do. Gazing at the newly named crush-lock, Lashific wondered what to do. He should try to return to the hell pit. But to go alone would be suicide. Eshin must have taken it by now. Lashific needed help. He needed an army.

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intriuging as usual, man it would be cool if there was rat ogre restling. that would be funny.
but yes-yes back to the point-plot. i like-love the battles-fights yes-yes.

continue-keep up the good-nice work ^_^

i think ive got the language thing down...... B)
Aye, fight and you may die, run, and you'll live... at least for a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin' to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they'll never take... OUR FREEDOM!”

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Nice! it took me awhile to read them all but it was well worth it!
Hope the next story will be posted soon
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