| A grudge is born; some of the fluff for my clan | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: 28th May 2007 - 06:23 PM (248 Views) | |
| Itek of Cripple Peak | 28th May 2007 - 06:23 PM Post #1 |
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Itek laughed madly as lightning erupted from his arm, arcing against the dwarf slayers charging against him. The air was filled with the smell of burning flesh and the screams of the dying dwarf slayers as the lightning hit them. But one of the dwarfs rised from the dust, covered in hideous wounds. Itek redied his warplock pistol his fur still sparking with energy. "Die-die, dwarf thing!" shouted Itek and fired. The dwarf fell to the ground as the bullet pierced his heart. Nurtch swung his heavy flail, crushing another dwarf skull. He did ignore the axe that cut into his side, as he madly swung his flail around him in an arc of death and destruction. But the dwarfs held their ground cutting down many monks in return. Suddenly some of the dwarfs in the back of the unit began coughing falling to their knees as the poisonus gas of the plauge censers filled their lungs. When the censer bearers charged into their rear, madly screaming their praises to the Horned Rat, the dwarf morale finaly broke, and they fled, only to be caught by the frenzied monks. "For the Horned Rat, for the Disease Bringer!" screamed Nurtch, standing on the broken body of the dwarf leader, as the other monks tore apart the dwarfs in an frenzy of blood and gore. "Come and fight-fight, dwarf-thing, I challenge you!" shouted Nigrit, pointing his halberd at the dwarf lord. The dwarf recogniced the challenge and stepped forward to face the skaven. The two generals slowly circled round each other when suddenly Nigrit thrusted his halberd forward against the dwarfs heart, but what would have been a killing blow was turnad aside by the dwarfs glowing armour. 'Cursed-cursed be Gromril' thought Nigrit. After that the duel truly began. Time after time Nigrits blade bounced of the dwarfs armour. Time after time Nigrit dodged the mighty rune covered axe. Suddenly Nigrit seemed tired. He backed off dodging and parrying. Then there was nowhere to retreat, as he stod with his bask against a big rock. 'Time to stop playing fair then' thought Nigrit as the dwarf raised his axe to deliver the killing blow. But when the blow struck, Nigrit was no longer there. As the confused dwarf struggeled to pull his axe out from the rock, he suddenly coughed up some blood as he felt the sharp pain of the halberd piercing his back. Nigrit pulled out his halberd from the dwarfs body and the dead dwarf fell to the ground. "Anyone ealse?" Nigrit shouted. 'Usefull with skitterleap amulets yes-yes!' he thougt. This day would belong to the skaven! So, my first skaven story. What do you think? |
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| Sebrent | 28th May 2007 - 06:34 PM Post #2 |
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Nice story. Simple but enjoyable. I look forward to reading more. I take it the grudge is with the kin of the dwarf lord? The dead aren't very good at keeping grudges when talking about dwarves
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| Itek of Cripple Peak | 28th May 2007 - 06:40 PM Post #3 |
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Well if they are all dead i think any dwarf would be happy to kill me
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| Master of Doom, by Doom mastered! | |
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| lashific the Dominator | 29th May 2007 - 05:53 AM Post #4 |
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kicking snow since IC 134
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nice, but a skaven challenge?????????
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"Suffer not the witch to live" Ordo Hereticus army diary | |
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| Itek of Cripple Peak | 29th May 2007 - 12:39 PM Post #5 |
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Well he is like Queek Headtaker, collecting trophies. I shall convert him soon, and he shall have a cloak of beards!
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| Master of Doom, by Doom mastered! | |
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| Plagress | 29th May 2007 - 01:25 PM Post #6 |
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Simple, short, and enjoyable.
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| Life is like a bolt of lightning. Short but our stories continue live on without us even when the world comes unto the end. | |
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