| First of clan Eshkrare chapter 1; Story of Clan Eshkrare | |
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| Lone Assassin | 6th September 2006 - 07:39 AM Post #1 |
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This is for my cousin if he ever comes on. This is a short series on his Clan. The blood mines Lord Grimare Thunderhorn, the dwarven lord, has searched in his gold mine for countless years, but found only death. It all began when his grandsire Lord Gorgrim Hammerstein found a hidden stash of gold, thinking of the plunder he sent many dwarven men to search deeper into the mine, but many never returned, when they did, they would talk about horrific deaths that occurred to their fellow comrades who now rest in that accursed mine. Now only blood and bones are left, after countless attacks, countless searches only bloodshed was rewarded. Grimare shivered when he thought about what his grandsire found in that hellhole, only a few of his mighty warriors were left. It has been three weeks now since an unseen enemy attack the town surrounding the mine, many died by knife cuts to the throat, even more to a green poison gas that comes out of the night when many were asleep, those that breathed in the gas dead within seconds, even worse was the fact that there was no antidote. No footprints, no marks on wall, doors or ceiling only scattered glass and death. There was aloud cry; Grimare ran towards the sound of his dwarven brother's last words, but when he arrived he only found blood and his best friend, lying on the ground with gash from ear to ear. More cries came; all from different sides and when the sound died away Grimare knew he was alone. Grimare cursed his grandsire for uncovering this curse, he held up his trusty blunderbuss to check if the barrel was not plunged he didn’t want it to fail him now, now that he was the only one left, now that he was the only member of his family left. He saw something out of the corner of his eye, he took aim and fired, the shadow fell! Hope ran through him as he looked toward the body. As he looked in the shadows he saw something that made his blood run cold, it was his fellow warrior not only with a hole in his head but a glowing green dagger in his chest. It was a trap! But only now that he realised it was a set up! He turned only to see a figure hidden beneath the bodies of his men, he went to pull out his sword when an object hit him in the chest. He looked down to find a throwing star deep in his chest were his lungs were, he dropped his blunderbuss to pull it out but he found that his arms were numb, as he looked up he saw that the shadowy figure was in fact a skaven assassin, then he heard a strange clicking sound behind, when he looked behind him he found four more assassins then when he looked back the first assassin spun round and kicked at his head. The last things that he saw was the bodies of his warriors who were brought down by no more than five assassins and before darkness took him he saw the assassin's heel spin towards his head. This is a four part series as i am also working on my own clan's history and stories. |
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| lashific the Dominator | 6th September 2006 - 07:53 AM Post #2 |
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i like, i like! look forward to seeing more |
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