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| Queetik | 9th May 2007 - 03:18 AM Post #1 |
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"Master" Assassin
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Okay, here's my first attempt at writing something for the Nemesis Crown campaign. My army is built around Queetik, an Assassin that has worked his way up the ranks of clan Eshin, so I figured my fluff should be centered around him, as well. Feel free to comment and critique, as I hope to write more, and want to make sure it is worthy of displaying in the Under-Empire. Queetik wiped his blade clean on the guardsman's cloak. The man-thing wouldn't mind, after all, because those with slit throats tend to not care about such insignificant matters. The gaping wound spanning the breadth of the man's neck festered and oozed a frothy puss—an indication of the potency of the poison. A handful of warptokens had provided a worthwhile purchase indeed. Queetik's mission had almost come to an abrupt end, and in a most awkward and unfortunate manner no less. He had been sent by Lord Sneek himself to retrieve information on the Empire forces that had been seen marching out of Nuln. As any Eshin Assassin worth his warptokens, he had infiltrated the empire encampment with ease, making good use of the cover of night. After reaching what appeared to be the command post, he had taken his razor-sharp dagger and carefully cut a small hole in the back of the tent and positioned himself to view the conversation taking place inside. There was a meeting in progress, by the look of things. Two battle-scarred men were facing a younger—but no less physically imposing—man who was no doubt the commander of the gathered forces. His burnished gold chest plate bearing an image of a mighty griffin lay next to his seat. An old and haggard man with a long, flowing grey beard flanked the young commander and appeared to be his counselor. Queetik could tell that this frail man was more than he appeared, as his his presence made the two veteran soldiers obviously nervous and uneasy. There was talk of some form of Dwarf clan infighting. Some stupid Dawi had slain his brethren, and now the Dwarfs were marching toward the forest of the Wood Elves. Queetik was half-listening and half keeping watch when he heard the grey-bearded man speak of a “crown of great power.” The old man continued to talk of this crown and described how it was forged out of a most powerful material and then inscribed with a powerful Dwarf rune. Queetik no longer was focusing half his attention on the goings on outside the tent, but instead utterly enthralled in the discussion of this crown. One of the grizzled men was saying that the crown was evil and should be destroyed if it were to be found. He went on to speak of a Dwarf who had slaughtered his own clansmen, and claimed that his actions were caused by the curse of the crown he had worn. While the man-things continued to discuss and formulate plans, thoughts of power and destruction flooded Queetik's mind. He saw himself wearing the crown, leading his fellow Skaven above ground, slaughtering and burning the cities and towns of the Empire. It was at this point that Queetik's mission had almost ended prematurely. If it weren't for the faint sound of metal scraping against hardened leather, Queetik might have remained in his trance and been slain. A watchman had wandered upon the Assassin as he sat enraptured with the talk occurring inside the tent. No matter, the sound of a sword being unsheathed alerted Queetik to the guard's presence, and the Eshin's lightning-quick reaction dispatched him with two well placed shruiken. As the guard fell to his knees, blood seeping from the wounds in his neck, another guardsman who had been standing nearby appeared. This man was surprised at the speed of the rat's movements, as any good-for-nothing Empire soldier would be, and that moment of hesitation was all Queetik needed. Taking advantage of the pause, the Assassin pounced onto the man's chest; his mutated long legs allowing him to clear the fifteen pace distance in a single bound. The force of the impact knocked the guard off balance, but before he could brace for the impending fall, Queetik had ripped his dagger across the man's throat while simultaneously raking his brass claw through the man's stomach. Blood spattered the ground as the guard crumpled, and his innards began to seep out of his lower wound. Careful to avoid stepping in the foul viscera, Queetik wiped his blade clean and quickly scurried off into the night. He did not want to be present when the macabre sight was discovered. As he made his way stealthily through the encampment, Queetik ruminated on thoughts of the crown. Visions of grand bloodshed danced around his mind once more. He felt the allure of the item, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would be able to lead the Skaven to glory over their enemies as long as he had that crown in his possession. Undoubtedly, the Nightlord would not allow such an item to stay in the possession of a lowly Assassin like Queetik. No, he would surely want it for himself. The thought of another Skaven possessing the crown caused the fur on his haunches to quiver and anger build in his stomach. If any member of the superior race were to wield this crown, it should be Queetik himself. Perhaps Queetik should not return to Skavenblight just yet. Perhaps he should muster a small, elite expedition force to track down and claim this crown. Perhaps Lord Sneek was going to have to wait a little longer than expected to receive his report. |
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| Bodacious | 9th May 2007 - 07:38 AM Post #2 |
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:lol: This is cool .It's well written IMO and I could see very little obvious errors. It'll be fun to see everyone plotting against eachother for the crown .Cheers, Bodacious. |
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| Morgoth | 9th May 2007 - 07:57 AM Post #3 |
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The Ancient Evil
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Nice read. Impatient for news. And even if Queetik got away, the mess will alert the man-things, that somebody knows..........something. Couldn't be avoided I guess.;) So........if my assassins don't find that goblin, that rumours state has the crown now, before Queetik, they must go assassin-hunting. :ph43r: |
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