| Velnux Triad; Part 1 | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 26th May 2007 - 05:38 AM (338 Views) | |
| lashific the Dominator | 26th May 2007 - 05:38 AM Post #1 |
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as it seems no one is reading my fluff all at once ill now post weekly updates page by page. Velnux Triad Within his lair, a lone figure stood. Before the hooded face of the Skaven, a book lay, resting on a chest-height table. The cover was dust covered and faded, but the figure could tell that it was a sacred tome indeed that he was beholding. The grey seer apprentice, known as a white-seer to the higher rankers, sat down by the book, intent on unravelling its secrets. The tome was obviously very, very old. The seer felt the power in the book. It was making his whiskers twitch slightly. Breathing deeply, the Skaven wizard slowly tried to open the book. It remained shut despite the lack of a lock or anything of such. The book was held shut by magic. “Velnux Triad seer-mage!” The White seer looked up at the calling of his name. A scribe walked briskly into his chamber, holding a package. “For you, yes-yes!” Job done, the scribe dashed from the room. Velnux carried the package to a table, setting it down. The package was slightly heavy but small. Barely larger than his paw. Wondering what was inside; the seer untied the rough knots holding the rough parchment together. Freed from their bounds, the parchment became flat, revealing what they had contained: A small note and an amulet. The note told Velnux that the amulet was a badge of office for him, signifying his rise in rank in the order of the grey seers. But the amulet was much more than a badge. Powerful magic was bound within it, barely kept in check. Sliding the amulet’s string onto his neck, Velnux felt a rush of energy slam into him as the amulet released its power. Suddenly surges of pain hit the seer as the tainted force began to overwhelm him. Finally his aching body could take no more and he fell, twitching, to the ground. |
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| lashific the Dominator | 30th May 2007 - 04:18 AM Post #2 |
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update! Velnux triad felt sick as he attempted to push himself to his feet-paws. His dark-grey-furred body was shaking as he walked over to his sleeping chamber. Lying in his straw nest, the seer could feel he had changed. His whole body reeled as it adjusted itself to its new power. Velnux’s gaze fell on to his staff which lay beside him. Black-colour wood formed the main body of the staff, which was just about as tall as its user. At the top of the staff the wood branched skywards like roots, within which a chunk of warpstone was held, glowing malevolently. Velnux clambered to his feet, grabbing his staff. He had seen the results of miscast spells, and had no intention of being disabled in a full-scale conflict. Fully armed enemies wouldn’t give him a chance if he was wounded by a back-firing spell. But clanrat slaves, alas, were unable to harm him even if they weren’t separated by a cast iron wall and a company of stormvermin. Velnux smiled; slaves, natures little playthings. Soon to be dead-dead playthings. At the shooting range, Velnux was greeted by the Fang-leader of the prison guard. “The slave-things ready, grey seer, yes-yes!” Velnux simply nodded in response, dismissing the fang-leader. Velnux watched him leave before turning to the range. The pitiful slaves with separated from him by a solid, waist-height wall made from rusted iron. The slaves were all huddled against the very back of the range, pushing to get as far back as possible. |
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| lashific the Dominator | 5th June 2007 - 05:42 AM Post #3 |
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update! Velnux simply nodded in response, dismissing the fang-leader. Velnux watched him leave before turning to the range. The pitiful slaves with separated from him by a solid, waist-height wall made from rusted iron. The slaves were all huddled against the very back of the range, pushing to get as far back as possible. Laughing, Velnux raised his staff, chanting a prayer; the warpstone began to glow brighter. Brighter, until suddenly the end of the staff became pulsing with lightning. Bringing the staff down, Velnux swung it hard horizontally, flinging the energy from the staff. It flew fast and true. A slave died screaming, his lower half burnt away. Warp lightning, check. Velnux prepared himself for his next spell. He pointed his evil staff at the cowering slaves, chanting a prayer he had learnt from a travelling plague priest; he began to feel sick, unclean. The feeling travelled up into his paws before spewing forth out the staff. A massive stream of vile, tainted gas hurled towards the slaves, as they ran from the torrent of poison death. One slave tripped. The gas ran right over him, leaving a green tinge in his fur. The slave sat up, confused. Why am I still alive? He thought. The seer grinned as he watched the slave. The fool! The slave began to itch. The poison worked slow, but in a deadly fashion. The slave continued to itch, still sitting. His skin felt torn, weak... Stopping his mad itching, the slave finally realised the effects. His skin was torn and blistered. His blood, pouring from the weeping wounds, was as black as an assassin’s cloak. Not that the slave had ever seen an assassin, or the cloak of one for that matter. The slave slapped at his body in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. But the wretched Skaven had no hope. Thrashing around, the slave tore his skin more, before slumping on the ground, twitching in death throes. The seer breathed out, considering his next spell. About fifteen slaves remained, shuddering as they watched for any sign of magic. “Now to finish-end the pathetic slave-things life!” |
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| lashific the Dominator | 12th June 2007 - 08:01 AM Post #4 |
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up date! Velnux swung his staff over his head again and again as he chanted the Clan Moulder spell. He began to feel like he was in the presence of a warpstone deposit. That unforgettable feeling like a wraith had just sucked the air from his body, leaving only frigid cold in its place. The seer’s body trembled as his feral instincts began to arise from within his twisted soul. A vortex of energy spun around him, distorting Velnux’s view of the range. With a bright flash, the feeling was gone, and the vortex slammed into the ground, leaving a dark-green ring in the earth around the grey seer. Velnux stopped swinging his staff. He raised it high, screamed the final, short prayer, before bringing his staff smashing into the earth. The instant the cursed wood touched the ground an explosion of light took place. Everyone, Velnux included, shielded their eyes. Suddenly, a multitude of chittering began. Velnux let his arm drop: the ring had become a colossal horde of vermin. They stood perfectly still. Watching; waiting. Velnux, slowly, raised his arm, pointing to the trembling slaves. The rats charged an unthinking mass. They rushed over the wall, caring only about their target. The slaves ran from one side of the narrow range to the other, but there was no escape. The swarm of rats collided into the terrified slaves. The braver slaves fought tooth and claw, but most just collapsed, hoping for a quick death. But the rats had no mercy, gnawing into the slaves’ stomachs and organs. Velnux, watching the struggle, turned to leave. Good practice, dead slaves, a day well done. Back at his lair, Velnux sat by the unopenable book, turning it over in his paws. The runes on the book looked as ancient as the council archives. Extremely, but just how old? Velnux tried forcing the book open again, but to no avail. No key hole, so magic must be the key... |
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| lashific the Dominator | 18th June 2007 - 09:05 AM Post #5 |
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up date! Meanwhile in skavenblight, Zelther Sirius, a Grey seer from Velnux’s clan {Clan Tritonjin} was searching through the Clan Pestilens records, trying to find any information on a magic item that he desired: the book that The wrath of Nurgle was bound to: The wrath of Nurgle is the deadliest plague ever created by the plague lords of Clan Pestilens. The spell had never yet been cast, but Zelther thought himself worthy of being the first. The Clan Pestilens archives gave only vague hints. The tattered parchment told of “horned marble”, a special type of warpstone of devastating power that it can kill the unworthy at touch. Zelther read on. The horned marble was connected to the book somehow. The few candles in the dusty chambers burnt low as Zelther read into the night. By morning, Zelther knew his goal: find the horned marble and find the book. Only then could the ritual take place… Velnux awoke to a commotion of noise as Skaven workers rushed past his lair, all moving in the same direction. The weary seer got to his feet, grabbed his staff, and rushed after the workers. The Skaven headed in the direction of the mines. Had something happened? |
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| lashific the Dominator | 22nd June 2007 - 04:12 AM Post #6 |
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update! The Skaven labourers were talking hurriedly to each other as they jogged towards the mine entrance. The workers sprinted down the mine shafts and Velnux failed to see which one they had went down. Velnux quickly light his staff magically and walked briskly down one of the myriad of shafts. The magic yellow light threw eerie shadows on the half-mined rock formations as the seer pressed on. The shaft came to and end. Massive boulders blocked Velnuxs path. A not-so-fine dust hung in the air. Covering his mouth, Velnux examined the cave-in site. Velnux looked around but nothing caught his eye. Except the warpstone. Velnux walked over to the other side of the tunnel where the stone lay, stepping over a knee high rock. A worker lay below him, dead. Velnux reeled back in horror at the site of the dead Skaven. His right paw glowed evilly and looked burnt. Velnux looked back up the tunnel; no one in site yet. He turned back and examined to stone The white seer appeared. The Skaven apprentice had followed Velnux in hope of ambushing him, but at the site of warpstone, the seer leap from his hiding place. The greedy Skaven shoved Velnux aside, pushing him to the ground. Velnux watched as the seer bent to pick up the stone when…. The tunnel exploded in a flare of green-coloured light. Velnux was momentarily blinded. The white seer was less fortunate. |
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| lashific the Dominator | 29th June 2007 - 10:12 PM Post #7 |
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update Velnux was repulsed by the death of the white seer. The warpstone was cursed! Velnuxs feral heart began to slow down only after he had left the mine, holding the stone in magical suspense in front of him. Velnux hurried to his chamber, hiding the stone under a floor board. Where it would stay, He hoped. Zelther Sirius found out about the cave-in when he heard a worker talking about it with his fellows; he immediately went to the site to pick around. Zelther was at the tunnel entrance, pondering which shaft to check first when Velnux ran out a tunnel. He looked pale and was holding something but Zelther couldn’t see what. Soon after five workers came rushed into the same shaft only to return about a minute later carrying a body. Zelther stopped the weary labourers, but staggered backwards when he recognized the carcass as his apprentice. Fionex had been Zelthers most powerful student, but now…. In a unimaginable rage, Zelther raised his blood red staff, and killed the workers with a blast of fire. Their blazing remains were obliterated by more magic. “Death-killer of Fionex suffer same fate” end part one.... no comments?
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| Buboneek | 13th July 2007 - 07:00 PM Post #8 |
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Very nicely written great job!
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| lashific the Dominator | 13th July 2007 - 11:10 PM Post #9 |
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woot a comment? maybe i shall continue the story.... oh yeah! I've restarted The story to be more describtive and am re-doing the whole thing with a different plot. a less obvious one. great, now this thread can die, and i'll start my next one! |
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