| The Zettibet Conspiracy: Pt Three | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 4th May 2007 - 08:26 PM (231 Views) | |
| Lt Merthak | 4th May 2007 - 08:26 PM Post #1 |
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Time to swamp you all with my fluff so you stop ignoring it! Zettibet was dank and gloomy. Ruined homes and tunnels were all that could be seen and Zatros was obviously getting bored and nervous. "Moulder lab... Moulder lab... where-where is the Moulder lab?" Zodros searched through the streets, winding his way up to the north of the old ramshackle town. Not a living soul in site, but maybe the winds of magic would tell more to the Warlock. "Brother, your headstrongedness has been-been fruitless. Let-let us go home." Zodros rolled his dark eyes in annoyance at his twin. "Firstly, it is not headstrongedness, secondly, it is not-not fruitless and thirdly it is your COWARDLINESS that has us look-looked down upon. So keep quiet." He continued into the shadows until at last, in a winding alley, he caught a glint. It seemed metallic. He leaped forward and picked it up. It was a brand-new... slave collar. Disappointment. He was about to turn back when a quiet cackle made him jump and he spun round. A snap of his fingers and all was bathed in a green glow, but no one was there. It was empty as Chieftain Sloortar's head. "Zatros! Quick-quick!" Zatros hurried over to Zodros. "I don't think we're al--" A shadow flitted past. Zatros panicked and unleashed a bolt of warp-energy, disintegrating the nearest wall. Zodros felt a bizarre anticipation. The shadow repeatedly zoomed past and then vanished. Above their heads it loomed again, and then dropped to the floor. Caught in the light, Zodros saw the thing. It was a slave. A bog-standard slave with stitches running through its fur. Moulder. Zodros had to think quickly - the slave launched itself at him, and he dodged just in time. It bounced off the wall and suddenly vomited a stream of rats. Zatros let out his own river of Warplightning, burning them all up. The slave shot its own hand at Zatros. Zodros rapidly fired a bolt at the hand, destroying it instantly. The slave popped up again, its hand regrown, and lashed out with its tail which quadrupled in length, smashing Zodros to the side. His brother rushed in, but Zodros cried, "Duck-DUCK!" as the slave's eyes glowed yellow. Zatros ducked. A split-second later two beams lanced out of the creature's eyes and into a nearby door, which blew up spectacularly. "Run-run!" cried Zatros. Zodros needed no second bidding; he jumped to his feet and fled. Ther beast was pursuing, and they ran through doors and crevices and tunnels until they smacked into a dead end and whipped round, ready to face their doom. The slave stood stock still, growling. And then, out of the darkness stepped its creator. A Master Moulder in filthy robes stood proudly, whip in hand. "So. Like-like my creation?" he sniggered. "A slave taken recently from your own clan. I was going to sell it too! But he needs food, don't you, Garekk?" The monstrosity snarled. "Now, kill-ki--" The Moulder's head went sailing off with a metallic flash and there stood Chieftain Vartrak and his entire bodyguard, armed and ready. Zodros sighed with relief but Garekk shot out his eye beams at a clanrat. It screamed and turned to dust. Then Zodros and Zatros ran out to stand with the bodyguard, waiting for the slave to come at them. "DUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!" In unison the Skaven crouched. "Let's end-end this!!!" cried Zodros. He shot Warplightning at Garekk, who contorted and curled up into a mewling ball. And he lay still. Zodros sighed in relief. "So," said Vartrak. "That's what was in here." "Yes-yes," replied Zodros quietly. "There was a conspiracy here. Who was that Master Moulder selling to? Must be something to do-do with the stupid war." "Whatever it was, let it rest." But before they could turn to leave Garekk staggered up and hissed,"Plenty... more... where I... came... from." His eyes glowed yellow. Quickly, Zodros pulled a pistol-like weapon from his side, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Something resembling a glistening green cattle-prod shot from it and into the bizarre thing which literally came apart at the stitches. "Now that," grinned Zodros, "Is a Shod." THE END YES!!! FINALLY!!! FINISHED IT!!! And I'm a future theologist. 100% in my RS exam Hope you enjoyed that, please give comments! |
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| discostu3 | 4th May 2007 - 09:27 PM Post #2 |
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Good stuff, first piece I have read for ages. Have you wrote anymore before this or was this a one off? (epilogue/prelogue whatever its called) Keep it coming PS. I wish our slaves were that hard. |
| So I'm attacking your slaves with 5 chosen knights **throws dices** and horses **throws more dices** ok you are at -9 to Ld there is no way ...** a dice throw** .... F@@k ! | |
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| Lt Merthak | 7th May 2007 - 04:55 PM Post #3 |
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Nope, I've done parts two and one as well... Part one wasn't too good. |
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