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Lab ratz; The intros and first chapters
Topic Started: 28th July 2007 - 02:34 AM (208 Views)
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Okay lately I have been writing a series while on the road. During the course of the road trip I have been trying to get past the first couple of chapters. OS I’m just posting the best stuff I’ve been able to come up with so far. So with out further ado I give you

Lab Ratz:
Part one: The chronicles of Sabriel

Part two: The ballad of Shade

Part three: The saga of Rex


Part one:
Kalev Darkblade dashed through the cramped mangrove forest, the sounds of his pursuer were drawing closer and the adrenaline was pounding through his veins. Turning a corner he doubled back onto a seldom-used trail. His natural shade skills, honed by fighting his Druchii brethren, allowing him to melt into the reeds at the water’s edge. Throwing himself into the soft mud he wiggled as he sank into the plying muck. From this vantage point he peered between the reeds as the pack of beasts ran past the trail, they were hideous. Rats the size of wolves slavered at their chains, chains, blades, tentacles and extra heads, he saw them all and was relieved when passed by.

He never saw it coming. The thing burst from the water behind him, a ten-foot tall scaled mass of fins, claws and teeth. Kalev felt a burning pain in his back as the monstrosity dug it’s talons into his back, dragging him down, into the swamp.

The end was quick and painful for Kalev.


Thorin elf-kicker sweated as he clambered down the cliff face, dropping the last ten-feet to the ground. He paused for a second, wringing out his beard, and looked up. Something slithered over the edge of the cliff. It was a long as a steam-tank, a snake-like body fused to a muscular torso. It had no less than six arms, long talons dripping venom. Its head was the worst; a long rat-like head with a mouthful of fangs. Even as he turned to run he saw the creature slither right down the cliff and lunge at him.

Thorin did the only thing he could, he ran. As he did he felt the darts pierce his flesh, he felt the grossly elongated limbs drag him down. As he fell, he heard a whispering, dry rasp. “You cost me much, dwarf-thing, much time wasted.”

The end was not quick for Thorin.


Sabriel gasped as she was pulled back to consciousness. The smothering blackness replaced by the strange surroundings. A dank cave, greenish flames from guttering black candles shed light on the tools and cages. The flickering light shone through dozens of specimen jars, illuminating the bits of foul creatures floating in the warpstone preservative. She stood up, working out the stiffness that being locked in a cage brings, and she glanced around, intending to make the most of her temporary freedom.

The freedom was fleeting. As the door swung open as several twisted creatures piled in, they wielded whips, clubs and cudgels. She fought as well as she could, tooth and nail, but a club to the back of the head ended her resistance. When she came to, she was on a crude stone operating table. There was burning pain and when she looked down she saw the gaping, emptiness, where her legs used to be. The wizened Skaven dragged something forward, the body of some strange creature, a giant spider. It was missing its head and the eight legs twitched spasmodically. As he pulled the carcass up onto the table, she blacked out.
It was not the end for Sabriel



Part Two:
Packmaster Tiki stood over the unconscious creature, it was an oddity no doubt about it; the wolf head blending smoothly into the muscular fur covered body. Normally he would have dismissed as another beast man variant, an aberration among the twisted mutants; but this one seemed different, a nobler bearing in the snout, the higher, less pronounced brow. Definitely one worthy of further study, perhaps worth something to the right Moulders, a keeper for sure. The thing started to stir grunting in pain as it regained awareness of the world around it, Tiki acted quickly; a blow to the back of the head sent it reeling back into darkness.
He looked down at it as it lay there, “bind it up quick-quick and get back to the lair.” A lot of warptokens no doubt, much warptokens


Part Three:
“Stop, just don’t run, please.”
“No worry, I’m not going to kill and eat you.”
“Look the fact that you’re here and listening to me means you’ve taken a big step towards surviving to you next birthday.”

“I know it’s pretty amazing isn’t it? I guess I’m a variant, a one in a million.”
“Okay yeah that does sound a bit conceited, but you have to admit…”

“Who ever heard of a Rat ogre with a brain?”


Thanks for reading

just writin

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