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| Scetto the Claw | 15th May 2007 - 02:15 AM Post #1 |
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The shadow of the forest hid the dark beastmen well. Gorkin was thankful to Khorne for bestowing such a great caravan upon him. “Khorne’s smoothskins did job, herd’s loot moving from village,” Gorkin grunted in a low voice. A quick murmur went through the herd.Gorkin held up a hand to silence the beasts. The beast lord quickly became impatient with the slow moving line of humans. Gorkin surveyed the caravan and decided it was time. With the sound of the blaring horn, the beastmen crashed from the forest quickly dispatching the men in front of them. Showing great athletics, Gorkin leaped aboard a carriage and swung his war hammer at the driver. The man dodged the clumsy attack and pulled a dagger from his trousers. With a quick glance, Gorkin smashed the human’s hand with a strong kick from his hoof. Gorkin cut the screams of pain short with another strong swing. Jumping from the carriage, Gorkin slid in the now blood soaked ground. Quickly catching himself Gorkin looked for the next foe to slay. Looking around, he saw that the few humans the herd didn’t kill were fleeing from the attack area, through the forest. “Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Throne of Khorne!” shouted Gorkin, “Destroy the coward smoothskins!” The beastmen began to tare through the forest after the humans… Gorkin sat drunk by the fire enjoying the roasted human flesh, freshly prepared. Wargor Mailface, Gorkin’s brother, wondered near by. Mailface began to see the weakness in his brother’s leadership. This was a problem only death could solve. Mailface nodded to the shadows of the near by tent. From the darkness a skaven assassin quickly raced to Gorkin’s wine and dripped a few drops of poison into it, before darting back into the darkness. Mailface watched intently as Gorkin drank deeply from the wine. Smiling, the wargor approached his brother. “Weakling, your stupidity blinded you. You have lost control of your herd. Khorne is weak compared to the great powers of Tzeentch!” Mailface yelled, raising his pick. Gorkin tried to roll away from the attack, but the poison already paralyzed him. He watched the rusty steel pick come down a pierce his skull… The assassin waited in Mailface’s tent. “I kill-kill beast-thing, where my shiny money?” squeaked the assassin. Mailface laughed at the naïve rodent, “You believe I would pay small rodent like you?” The Skaven hissed at the beastmen’s deceit. “Servants of the Horned Rat, kill the beast-things!” Mailface watched as night and gutter runners began to rise from the ground around his camp. Turning, Mailface caught the ratman’s blade in his belly. Smiling again, Mailface pushed the assassin away and blew into his bray-horn. “You lost ratman” Quickly replying, “We shall see beast-thing.” |
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