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13 clans, 13 tales
Topic Started: 15th November 2006 - 05:56 PM (232 Views)
greyseeritzbitz
Clanrat
this is a story about clan sklifes works. and how to survive

the young peasent made his way to the hall for his whip session with cheiftan gnarfoll. he wasn't into pain like everyone around him. he carried on to the black iron doors.
the hall was enourmous, it had been carved out of a great cavern. a long line of skaven had been amassed and were each getting whipped in turn as a blessing. he joined the line. the whip crackling echoed around the hall. when it was his turn he stood on the stage at the end of the hall and waited. the whip hit him hard, he would have staggered but he need to prove his worth to the cheiftan.
"you", he said cackling madly,"you didn't even flinch."
"you must be whipped more."
the peasent stood through the hard lashes and waited.
"come to the upper levels of the strong hold. if you survive i will send you to skavenblight for training under warlord krokarass. if you survive..."a slight grin appeared on the cheiftans face as finished his sentence.
the peasant was worried about this. he had proven himself worthy of the rank of clanrat, but he had never been to the upper levels of the stronghold and did not know what he would face.
as he left the hall two guards stood by a corridor looking very serious. on the way out he stole the sword of a guard who was distracted. he walked around looking senior and above the peasant rank.
the young skave made his way to the guards and said,"why are you here?"
"no one gets in or out, we have a rat ogre loose."
"is anyone trying to deal with it?"
"we are expecting some hall guards to come."
"that would be me."
"then get going!"
he ran offinto the deserted hall. all he had to do was find the trading exit and he would be free. he looked around. the halls here were full of markit stands. somewhere here the was a pitfighting arena. he had only been there once. it was very entertaining. he also had found a small exit there.
suddenly he heard a massive roar and ran. he didn't know where he was going he just ran. he could hear voices ahead. what did this mean. he looked around and wished he hadn't. he picked up his sword and fought the beast. he sliced off a finger and jumped on its arm. he hacked at the army till a waterfall of blood gushed out. he stabbed it in the eyeball and ran. the rat ogre was terrifying, it was covered in red blood and an eyeball hung out.
it swiped this way and that. several times nearly hitting him. he threw his sword at it. he closed his eyes waiting for the blow. i never happened, he opened his eyes and saw that he was standing in a lake of blood. a rat ogre corpse lay flat on the ground.
suddenly voices came again. he waited. a cheiftan and some alcolytes came in.
"what is this?" the skaven asked.
"training. you are ready to become a clanrat."
"what! i have single handedly killed a rat ogre and i am told i'm a clanrat."
he ran at the cheiftan who took a step back. he reached for his blade but was to late as the peasant had severed his head.
"now i will be cheftan. skrakkel the slayer."
the acolytes fled in terror. so they should...

well what do you think. next time i will be following the life of grey seer itzbitz and my very own clan, grottlesbreath.
i'm watching you!

bringer of the skavenblight hero challenge
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The young peasant made his way to the hall for his whip session with chieftain gnarfoll. he wasn't into pain like everyone around him. He carried on to the black iron doors.
The hall was enormous; it had been carved out of a great cavern. A long line of skaven had been amassed and were each getting whipped in turn as a blessing. He joined the line. The whip crackling echoed around the hall. When it was his turn he stood on the stage at the end of the hall and waited. The whip hit him hard, he would have staggered but he needed to prove his worth to the chieftain.
"You", he said cackling madly, "you didn't even flinch."
"You must be whipped more."
The peasant stood through the hard lashes and waited.
"Come to the upper levels of the strong hold. if you survive I will send you to Skavenblight for training under warlord krokarass. if you survive..."a slight grin appeared on the chieftains’ face as finished his sentence.
The peasant was worried about this. He had proven himself worthy of the rank of clanrat, but he had never been to the upper levels of the stronghold and did not know what he would face.
As he left the hall two guards stood by a corridor looking very serious. On the way out he stole the sword of a guard who was distracted. He walked around looking senior and above the peasant rank.
The young skaven made his way to the guards and said, "Why are you here?"
"No one gets in or out, we have a rat ogre loose."
"Is anyone trying to deal with it?"
"We are expecting some hall guards to come."
"That would be me."
"Then get going!"
He ran off into the deserted hall. All he had to do was find the trading exit and he would be free. He looked around. The halls here were full of market stands. Somewhere here there was a pitfighting arena. He had only been there once. It was very entertaining. He also had found a small exit there.
Suddenly he heard a massive roar and ran. He didn't know where he was going he just ran. He could hear voices ahead. What did this mean? he looked around and wished he hadn't. He picked up his sword and fought the beast. He sliced off a finger and jumped on its arm. He hacked at the army till a waterfall of blood gushed out. He stabbed it in the eyeball and ran. The rat ogre was terrifying, it was covered in red blood and an eyeball hung out.
It swiped this way and that. Several times nearly hitting him. He threw his sword at it. he closed his eyes waiting for the blow. It never happened, he opened his eyes and saw that he was standing in a lake of blood. A rat ogre corpse lay flat on the ground.
Suddenly voices came again. He waited. A chieftain and some acolytes came in.
"what is this?" the skaven asked.
"Training. You are ready to become a clanrat."
"What! I have single handedly killed a rat ogre and I am told I’m a clanrat."
he ran at the chieftain who took a step back. He reached for his blade but was to late as the peasant had severed his head.
"now I will be chieftain. skrakkel the slayer."
the acolytes fled in terror. so they should...




I hope you won't take offense, but i copied and pasted it into word and ran it through a grammar/spell check and above came out, might make it a bit more legible.


Nice start, like the angle and i hope to read more. However one piece of (friendly) advice i would give is to try to link some more sentences together, rather than starting a new sentence every time. Of course the other extreme of this is having 'and' as every other wod. but I think you'll be able to find a happy medium.
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