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| Bodacious | 10th September 2006 - 02:14 PM Post #1 |
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Here's some fluff about my clan joining the Civil War. I hope the fluff fits with the other fluff and represents the factions I mention in the proper way. If anyone wishes to correct some of the assumptions I make, please feel free to do so . Enjoy.Ritch had always been a simple clanrat. He was in every way, just like every other soldier in his regiment and had never done anything special to distinguish himself from the rabble. Fight along brothers, fight with vigour, but most of all: Fight to survive. Ritch has always followed these guidelines to the letter and has now come to an age he knew he could be proud of. Why oh why then, had the thought come to him to stray from that path, today? Of course Ritch knew why. He was tired, underfed, filthy and facing the unsettling prospect of an awful death at the hands of those acursed beastmen. When his superior offered him the chance of an easy escape, he took it with both hands. He had been given the task of reporting the progress against the beasts, that were harassing the forest perimeter, to the main rat in command of Clan Rikket: Grey Seer Kreukel. Now, as the cruel arc of lighting came rushing at him, he realised the folly in his hope that the grey seer would be lenient in his dealing with the only survivor of today’s massacre. Skriiiiiaaaahhhhh!!! The grey seer let out a high pitched scream of anger, shortly after obliterating that disgusting messenger. It was the third time this week one of his partol forces had been slaughtered by the beastmen. It was stressing him out. Kreukel had recently been planning the skaven colonistation of a place called Darkbellow Forest by the man-things. It was a great project and included moving his clan a long way and establishing a base that was partly on the surface world. Things have thusfar gone exceptionally well and the warren of clan Rikket was strong and powerful. Even now, plans were being set in motion, to exploit the rich resource of wood and lumber that was Darkbellow Forest. Warpstone would be injected in the trees around the warren, in such manner, that the wood would become tougher and regrow at a faster rate than normal. This made sure that harvesting it would not arouse much suspicion from the outlying man-thing settlements (since only a relatively small area would have to remain cleared at a given time) and that the lumber they were harvesting fetched a higher price on the ever- demanding skaven lumber market. It was an ingenious plan and with the skaven civil war going on, it was made sure the demand for his “warp-wood” remained constant. Kreukel even had some extra time on his paws to experiment with some of his more 'explosive' versions of the 'wood. The troubles with the beastmen that had arisen this week were an entirely unexpected occurence. Of course it was to be expected that the warpstone-tainted forest would attract local bands of chaos worshippers. Kreukel could handle those. This concentrated assault that the beasts were exhibiting, however, was of quite another category. Just then, another knock came from the door of Kreukel’s kingly warren. “Let it Enter, Quick-quick!” Kreukel screamed at the guards standing at the other side of the thick wooden doors. The doors were one of the first things Clan Rikket had manufactured from the warped wood of Darkbellow Forest. They were exceptionally sturdy and resistant to magic, thanks to the warpstone embedded in their veins. Kreukel heard some mumbling coming from the other side and quickly the doors opened to reveal another messenger. The messenger looked a lot better this time, though. It was clear that this was not one of his own underlings, but someone sent to him from another clan. The messenger was dressed in black cloth and was clearly in awe to find a grey seer sitting on the throne in the large warren-chamber. Kreukel could almost smell the faint musk of fear the messenger was emitting in front of him. It was of course a fitting response when an ordinary rat was thus exposed to a grey seer of Kreukel’s power. The messenger bowed his head and, keeping his gaze fixed on the floor, proceeded handing a nice, rune encrusted scroll to the grey seer. “That’s enough now!” Kreukel exclaimed as the messenger aproached the feet of his throne. “Just leave-put it just-there, now!” The messenger obeyed immediately. The air between Kreukel and the scroll began to heat and hum as the grey seer tried to detect any magical traps or poisons the scroll was burdened with. Apparently there were none. Kreukel then gave a handwave and a nod in the direction of his attendant that it was safe for him to carry the scroll up to his master. Kreukel often gave this command even when it was unsafe to pick something up, but now wasn’t the time for joking around. As soon as Kreukel had the piece of parchment in his hand he began reading the well scribed message: “Most Honored Grey Seer Kreukel, We hope this message finds you at good health and in safe quarters. The noble plans of Clan Rikket have come to our attention and we are glad to see such a great enterprise taking place so close to our teritory. Because of the dire position in which our beloved skaven nation is currently set, we regret to inform you that the beastman incursions you have been experiencing, are, in fact, the sidearms of the criminal organisation known as The Brotherhood. Their forces have been assaulting our strongholds for some time now and it appears their frustration in failing to bypass our defenses has led them astray and randomly attacking each member of our race they can find. To help you rid yourself of this most anoying occurrence we, the leaders of the Rebellion of Flames, have proposed an agreement. We are willing to aid you in the protection of your beloved forests and destroy these foul beasts. In return, all we ask is the commitment of your warpwood merchandise, which is to be sold exclusively to member-clans of the Rebellion and that you supply us of your military aid against the wretched organisation: The Brotherhood. Feel free to use the messenger before you, to send us back your answer. Sincerely, The Rebellion of Flames.” Kreukel let out a long sigh after reading the scroll. This just wasn’t his day. Not only was he under attack of this “Brotherhood”, but would now also incur the wrath of another faction if he didn’t accept on this agreement. Kreukel hastily sribed a reply to the letter and as soon as the messenger was sent on his way, ordered his rat in charge of construction to come to his chamber. As Kritchit, Chieftain of Construction for Clan Rikket, entered the chamber of the Clan’s Seer, Kreukel himself along with three other advisors stood in wait. “We have an ask-question for you Kritchet.” Grey Seer Kreukel squeeked, “How much warpwood exactly are we able to store-pack in the smugglepits you’ve been tasked-ordered with building?” “We are capable of storing exactly the size-ammount specified by his most honorable Seer, oh great king-lord.” Kritchit said, while pressing his snout firmly against the floor. “Expand the pits threefold, Chieftain. Now!” |
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