| A Time To Dance; The Children, Vang, XXXV - 2 | |
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| Vang Three Claws | 29th September 2006 - 07:54 PM Post #1 |
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Once Most Infamous Warlord & Head Poltroon of Brass Squeek
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The Children of the Warp, Skaven Civil War. A Time To Dance – Pawed by Vang Three Claws: Zorathos and Sheng had done well. The Chaos Warlord’s lieutenants and Chieftain Sheng had worked together to smuggle the breeders out of Darkfate Rift and into the waiting paws of Vang Three Claws and Clan Thunderpaw. They had considered moving the breeders through Verminlord’s Chamber, Skavenfang, on to Blood Row, and then moving them deeper into The Children’s territory, but the risk was too great. What if The Claws had managed to blockade Darkfate Rift? No, the safer way was to smuggle them through The Ulricsberg. Slower, but safer. The irony tasted sweet to Vang. The Claws would fight and scrap to reclaim the breeders of Darkfate Rift only to find that they had been shuffled out, right under their noses. It was a shame that Warlord Raasnaard wasn’t around to taste the bitter ashes of that defeat. Vang absent-mindedly scratched the old scars and patches of burnt fur that had never quite healed right, but instead had made his skin even tougher thanks to the slabs of scar tissue. What didn’t kill you made you stronger, he tought. Raasnaard had been a worthy adversary. It was a shame that Vang would never get the opportunity to repay him in kind. The warlord shook away the memories. There were other matters at hand. The preparations had been long in coming. Skrakr’s Broodwarren, Fort Avarice… Vang himself had been born here. He had returned after the Storm of Skaven and reclaimed them for himself and his clan. These warrens had once been the lifeblood of Clan Thunderpaw and now were again. Fort Avarice, that one stung – a bitter memory. A move on the chessboard of life Vang had always regretted. That one could finally be put to rest. It was time for a new memory, a new name. No longer Skrakr’s Broodwarren, no longer Fort Avarice, no… it would be Vang’s Broodwarren and Clan Thunderpaw would remember him long, long after he was gone. Vang smiled to himself at his handiwork. There was much yet to be done, but some things would just have to wait. There was a bevy of new breeders with which he was long overdue for a dance. THE COMPLETE WORKS OF VANG THREE CLAWS (link, clicky, clicky) More to come... |
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