| Madness part 1,2 and 3; Moulder Fluff | |
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| Chris | 6th September 2006 - 04:38 PM Post #1 |
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This fluff is basicly about a dwarf, which get caught by my moulder. Part 1: Lumbard Helmson and his warriors where having a drink in the local tavern, they celebrated their grand victory against the vile rat-men. The tavern was relatively small for dwarf standards, but the barkeeper still had some of Bugman's finest, and to celebrate the victory had halfed the prices. It had four large tables of stone, there wa mostly beardlings but on one table sat the rangers of Lumbard. "Did you see how i chopped the head out of that black rat, Dwarhi?" Lumbard said. "Aye, but i bested the great rat-beast, and slev his master." Dwarhi replied. "Na that was nothing, compared to how we made those rat men run away hust by aiming ta them with our crossbows! Those rat-folk is more cowardly than a gobbo!" another ranger said. "Hah, i once fought and defeated the great orc warlord Durgart Blacktooth. I remember it as it was yesterday. I was still only a beardling like you youths he said eying the other dwarfs. Our hold was under siege by this warlord, and everyone had to man the defences. Me and my mate Kurri Kilgandor was positioned in the centre wall. They came to us like a tide of green monsters, screaming savage war cries. The warlord was the first which climbed up the siege ladder because at that time the warlords werenta s cowardly as they are in these days. At that time they was at least twice as tall, and far more brave than any of you beardlings can even imagine." "What happened then?" one of the beardlings, named John, asked. "Im getting to it, the youths now a days, to rash i say. Well he slew my mate Kurri and most of the other warriors while crying waaagh all the other orcs bolstered their courage and strenght out of fear of the warlords wrath if they fled. I took my rune axe, which had been handed in my family since my greta-great.grea-great-great grandfather saved the king' son. And in a single blow felled the beast. The orcs fled, the day was won. After that i was gifted by the king this rune armour and this talisman. He even made me thane after some centurys, and im now leading the longbeard rangers." The beardlings was fascinated by the tale, except for John. "Why did the greenskins flee just because their leader was fallen? If they was so brave as you say why didnt they stand and fight?" "How old are ye. lad?" Lumbard asked. "34." John replied. "Then you are to young to ask questions to a longbeard like me!" he then laughed at the dwarf, so did the others. John payed the bill and ran for the forest, he was thinking of taking the slayer oath when he was knocked unconscius. He heard a voice "This will do-do." When John waked up he was transported with other dwarf's, men and a few elfs. Also a few gobbos was in the transport. It was drawn by skaven slaves, and at their front was a larger and better equiped skave. "Where am i?" John asked, even tough it was obvius. "A ratman slave trader have trapped u, you should see that, dwarf. Stoopid dwarfs kant even see dat." one of the grobi replied. "Foul greenskin." but John was chained so he couldnt do anythin. "Stoopid dwarf, u'r chained to iron fings. U are nut dat strung." the gobbo continued insulting the dwarf, until the slave trader was annoyed and whipped him. After some days the dwarf and his "companions" was starved, the skaven ate their meal right in front of them. And soon most of the slaves was mad after cheese. One of the gbolins asked where they was going: "You stinky rat! Where in Gorks name iz we going!" the gobbo said. "The badlands, whip him." "Yez we iz going to da badlands...AUUCH be carefuul wiw da...AHHHH when i get outa 'ere im goi...AHHHH im gonna shatapp..." What the goblin didnt know was that clan moulder had a stronghold here, it was a large city even. John had heard tales of the Moulders, even fought them once when they besieged the city. "Must Grugni protect us." John said grimly. "By Gork, its dose choppy boyz! They are gonna chop uz ta bitz and use da parts! Hope im getting huge..." the gobbo said. "Whe are dooooooooooomeeeed!" a empire flaggelant said. "You have said that before whe enetred the city, stinking flaggelants." a empire soldier nearby said. "DOOOOOM." the flaggelant replied. "Oh thats enough come here!" the empire soldier struggled to get out of his chains to choke the damn fanatic, "DOOOOOM?!" "By Sigmar, i hate flaggelants." "DOOOOM?" "Oh sod off." When the manlings had this intellectual conversation John looked grimly around, this place was infested with the vile ratmen, he prayed to Grugni that he would receive a warriors death. A slightly small Skaven was inspecting the slaves. He pointed at John and sayed "That one." "Whats your name-name?" The moulder replied in a whisper. "What?" The moulder whispered a little louder, the slave trader burst out laughing. "Here is the tokens." the moulder took large bag into the slave traders hand. The slave trader had problems receiving the money, he was lying on the ground laughing almost insanely. "DOOOOM?" "He'l be alright i think" the empire soldier said to the flaggelant. "DOOOOM." "Shut up." Two slaves grabbed John, and knocked him unconscius again... He woke up some hours later and felt that something wasnt...Right... Part 2: "Where am i?" John asked "You-you are in my lab." a sqeeky voice replied "What?" "Lab" "Whats a lab?" "Stupid-stupid creature. Here i can create creatures." John had heard of a group of skaven which called themselfs Moulders, sadly he didnt remember that at this time. "Who the hell are you?" "Im a master moulder, dwarf-thing." "What?" "You dont know much do you?" "What the hell are you? And if you call me stupid again im gonna.." "I'm a skaven, stupid dwarf-thing." "A skaven!" Johgn started to remember the the day before, and some of the experiments. He looked at his hands, or where his hands once had been. It was replaced by metal claws, he looked at his belly. An ogre arm sprouted out of it, and he knew that he could move it. Feel it. Strangle the skaven with it. He tried to rise up but an heavy hand, also replaced with hooks, kept him down. "What the hell?" "Dont move-move dwarf thing. I aint done with you yet. I was merely testing your willpower before i did the last on you, appereantly you remember to much for the conversation we had before the drugs lifted." "Drugs?" "Yes, you'r still youn-young. To much memories. To many feelings. You would make a bad-bad pitfighter indeed." "What are you gonna do to me? Release me! Or else my clan will come!" "Into the badlands itself?" "What?" "If you say that once more, i'm gonna cut your throat!" John moved his ogre arm slightly, and said: "Are you sure you could make that?" "Not me-me, but igor." "Igor?" John looked up in the face above him, it was an ogre face but it had stitches in his head. And the look had something ratty." "Or li'l john." "Another creature appeared, it was a gigantic rat ogre." "Little?" "Your new name will be Big John of course." "You are mad." "Perhaps-perhaps, now the experiments will begin..." John saw a small skaven come, he had some kind of potion. "Drink-drink this." "Never." "Igoor." Johns mouth was forced open by the ogre. And was forced to drink the potion. A moment later he fell asleep. "Igoor give me that instrument over there-there...." Part 3: John dreamed about his clan, his family. The tavern. It was so clear, and then it started to go foggy, until it seemed lost. In their place where instruments, fights, monsters, beasts, and then lastly a skaven. A small one. With a squeky voice, and a whip. He felt that the skaven was his master above all else, that all his honour lay in helping this skaven. Help a skaven? Something wasnt right in that, but he couldnt remember what. Remember. He remembered his name, John. No Big John. Yes-yes Big John it was. Wait, why did he speak...Think in this way? He then waked up. Where was he? "Mwuhahahahaha" that voice sounded strangely familiar, and still not. "What?" he said "Finnaly your awake-awake." that squeky voice... It was his master he tought, but wait. He had no master except...except...It was soemthing he tried to remember but it was all foggy. "Igooor, release him." A big ogre came and released John from his chains. John suddenly felt an urge to attack the ogre, and the skaven. But he couldnt remember why, and then another feeling said that he deffinately shouldnt. "Why shouldnt i?" he tought "And why shouldnt i?" He looked at his arms, they ended in great metal hooks. He tought that it wasn't right, but what should be there instead? He looked at his belly, and arm pooped out of it. He moved it, then fell to the ground. "Seems that more-more modification is needed." the squeky voice said. "Modification?" John asked "Yes-yes, perhaps a tail." "Tail? What is that?" "But first-first more training. Yes much more training." The great ogre seemed like he to tried to remember something, but soon that look dissapeared. "Igooor start Big John's training." "Yes-yes." the ogre replied. What do you think? Chris |
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| Lord Lughtigern | 6th September 2006 - 06:46 PM Post #2 |
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The Mad Ratter.
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That was so much fun that that's going on my signature! Very good work, I really liked it! |
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| Chris | 6th September 2006 - 06:53 PM Post #3 |
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Thanks i'l soon write part 4, i think the empire soldier and flagelant will meet with the dwarf again, giving him his memories back...temporarely. I think the two later parts where a little to serius, but that was becaus what was happening was more serius. The other parts i will try make more like the first. Chris |
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