| A New Dynasty; ATFR Chptr X | |
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| Morkskittar | 2nd October 2006 - 01:46 AM Post #1 |
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The Tunnel's Resident Rodent Ecologist
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A New Dynasty A Time For Redemption Chapter X Karil surveyed his new realm coldly. He was no longer in the stuffy confines of the Slavedocks, but instead stood on a hill overlooking the Fleet of Thirteen. Countless Skaven were boarding the boats, preparing to sail. Karil knew that Clan Morkreek would not last much longer in the Olde Worlde. There simply wasn't enough competition. Without the necessary utside force forcing the Clan together, the members turned on eachother and the Clan was ripped to pieces. He had already seen it happen. It was with this thought in mind that Karil had given the order to abandon Slavedocks. Only he and his captains knew where they were going. They were going somewhere where the Clan could be reforged again; a place where there would be no room for in-fighting, where every second would be focused on survival. Karil grinned at the thought. He would be brining Clan Morkreek to the realm of Teq Botza. The Skink had joined the old Slavelord Ikiskabk's service moons ago, and had departed just as suddenly. Clan Morkreek had some affairs to finish with the Skink. They were going to Lustria. Karil sensed movement near the base of the hill, he turned to look at the two figures approaching him and frowned. Who gave these rats permission to leave thier work? As the figures drew nearer, Karil recognized two of his own captains: Chittersnatch of the Betrayal and Pawblight of the Clawbane. The tow walked slowly, confident in their stride. Karil bared his teeth. They leave thier work to talk to me? The fools must learn a lesson. Moving as leisurely as the rats that moved towards him, Karil's hand strayed to one of the countless pistols dangling off of him. His hand closed around the cold metal of the handle. Relaing, the Korsair Kaptain raised his arm and aimed the pistol at the smaller rat, Chittersnatch. At this range, Karil could hit the rat blindfolded. For good measure, the Korsair closed his eyes. Neither Chittersnatch nor Pawblight noticed the deadly weapon aimed at them. Karil smiled in anticipation. He had never missed a shott, and he wasn't going to start now. He slowly squeezed on the trigger, his keen ears picking up every squeak of the metal's movement... Suddenly there was a loud roaring in Karil's ears. The Slavelord's aim shot high. Karil snapped his eys open. He had missed a shot! Karil swiftly turned his head to the two captains, but they were gone. Karil looked around wildly. where had they gone? What had that sound been? Karil suddenly felt the icy caress of a blade at his throat. The Slavelord froze, hardly daring to breathe. As he looked straight ahead, to figures walked into his view from the sides of his vision. The Korsair barely suppressed a growl as he recognized Pawblight and Chittersnatch. He should have known! Those two had never liked the water... "Well-well well well, Karil," said Pawblight aimlessly, as if commenting on the weather. "I sense a change-change in the winds." Chittersnatch grinned evilly as he twirled a dagger in his hands. Karil was momentarily confused. If these two were in front of him, who held the dagger at his throat? Seeing the Kaptain's confusion, Pawblight chuckled. His metal teeth glinted unnaturally in the sun, and his metal claws, fused onto his real claws, gave off an eerie green glow. Pawblight's bladed tail lashed viciously as he spoke. "Surely you know Jakith?" Karil stopped breathing. Pawblight's pet assassin, the one who had killed Vinhaus and Melthaussen! Pawblight chuckled again, and this time Chittersnatch joined him, his high-pitched squeak at odds with Pawblight's lightly deeper timbre. "Did you-you really think we would let you carry out this foolish plan?" Pawblight suddenly hissed, his eyes ablaze with fury. "Did you think-think that we would go back there, after all that we saw?" Karil galped, the bulge of his throat brushing Jakith's blade. Pawblight didn't wait for an answer. "We are not slave-slaves, to be follow your every whim!" Chitternsnatch's face was contorted in hatred and rage at the thought. "We will bever go back there-there, not in ten thousand millennia!" Somehow, Karil didn't doubnt that. Pawblight's tense body suddenly relaxed. "We have found you-you to be a most useless tool." Karil's eyes bulged at this comment, made in a light, airy tone. "The Skaven down there-there have already sworm themselves to me..." Pawblight's eyes hardened, "and none of them-them wish to repeat what happened before." It was at this point that Karil gave up hope. He was doomed. "It is my great-great pleasure to order my first execution as Slavelord of Clan Morkreek." Before Karil could move in a last-ditch escape attempt, Pawblight's paw flicked down and Jakith's blade kissed Karil's neck lovingly, and the lifeblood of the Korsair poured out. Pawblight caught the falling head and turned to face the Skaven waiting below, holding the head on high. "HEAR ME, SKAVEN OF CLAN MORKREEK! WE GO NOT-NOT TO THE DREADED DARKPLACE UNDER THIS FOOL-FOOL'S COMMAND!" Pawblight turned and spat on Karil's headless body before turning back to the crowd. "WE HAVE ENTERED A NEW AGE.... AN AGE OF VICTORY AND PLUNDER... WE SHALL SURVIVE, AND WE SHAL THRIVE. ALL HAIL CLAN MORKREEK!" The Skaven below him cheered wildly, louder than they ever had for Ikiskabak, Akkirakar, Morkskittar, or Vinhaus. Louder than for Skitterchar, the Thirteen, or Karil. Louder than for any other Skaven on the face of the planet. Pawblight turned his head to the heavens and laughed truimphantly. The Clan was his. Complete Works of Morkskittar Pillz |
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| SneakyRodent | 9th October 2006 - 07:51 AM Post #2 |
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Claws of the Horned One founder member
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Excellent Morkskittar! I do so enjoy the Skaven way of 'leadership challenges'... A couple of typos aside, I really enjoyed the tale. So...a new dawn for your clan hey?
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| Thraskittar | 9th October 2006 - 03:26 PM Post #3 |
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Half his clan dies everytime he writes a chapter. :lol: |
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