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The Beginnings of Warlord Twitch Silverfangs; Inspired by 100% boredom
Topic Started: 14th December 2011 - 01:28 AM (552 Views)
Lord Twitch Silverfangs
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Twitch sauntered down the long tunnel after his master, Warlord Krazzul. Being fangleader for the Warlord's bodyguard was a posh posting. He was at the forefront of every battle, something he loved very much, had 100 slaves...well 99, he had eaten one for breakfast, and received first scavenge every time. He had just helped his warlord put down a minor slave rebellion in his warpstone mines, just inland from the Southern coast of Norsca, and those that lived were dragged back in chains. A fork in the tunnel loomed ahead. The left branch led back to the lair-cave, a massive sea cave scratched-clawed into the massive cliffs of the coastline, and the right branch, not even Twitch knew where it led.

Krazzul began to walk towards like right branch as Twitch called out, "Master, where are you going? Are we not taking the slave-workers back to the lair?"
"Just follow me." Krazzul gave a slight swish of his right paw. Instantly Twitch knew something was wrong, he could feel in his tail tip-end. Before he could speak again, a club crashed down on his head, splintering against his newly garnered dwarven helmet, and he fell like a sack of warpstone.

Twitch awoke in a large cavern, light filling the chamber from two sconces next the only opening, a small passageway. His armor was removed, sword gone, and his paws were chained together. Around him lay the corpses of the three score slaves they had "retrieved" from the mines. He looked up to see Krazzul infront of him, Twitch's elven sword at his waist and a hammer in hand. Twitch's old leiutenant, Festerclaw, stood at Krazzul's right, wearing Twitch's old armor! That traitorous rat! Twitch screamed in his own mind. "You are too much of a burden-cost to be useful anymore Twitch. Festerclaw took your job for only 50 slave-servants and first scavenge-search when he performs well. Good bye littermate." With that Krazzul smacked Twitch across the face with his mace and the world went dark, again.

Twitch bolted awake, several hours later, maybe a day, he could not tell. The sconces were out and the passageway sealed. Agony filled his mouth as he tried to open it. Krazzul's blow had shattered nearly all of his teeth! Sore all over, and with a headache like he had been inside of a Screaming Bell, he rose quietly. There was no telling what was in the darkness. He groped around for a weapon and picked up a scrap of metal from a dead slave. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could tell his was in a massive cavern, filled with spikes of rock, no bone! Ancient bones from long dead creatures filled the hall.

The black hunger hit him like a wall and he fell to his knees. A dead human slave was stretched out in front of him, taunting him. He opened his mouth and howled in pain at the action, but he must eat or he would die. He fell ravenously upon the corpse, nearly sobbing in agony by time he was done. The hunger left and he rose up again. Small lights appeared far across the hall, and the quiet air soon filled with the rumbling of dwarven mining songs. A small smile, and a thin line of blood crossed Twitch's lips.


More to come. Thanks for reading! :) btw sconces=fancy torches
SHINY!!!!! urgh....its only gold...needs silver.....
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:o What happens next?? It's a very interesting beginning, really makes you want to read on.
I shall keep an eye on this thread!
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To keep Kimzi from exploding with excitement, the story continues. :)

It had taken Twitch nearly two hours to crawl across the cavern, well as best as he could tell, towards the dwarves. He had ran into several rocks, and bones spires along the way, nearly giving himself away, but the dwarves remained oblivious, intent on mining. he slunk up to a massive rib poking from the ground, metal scrap in hand and waited. He spied three miners, their candles casting a soft glow around the area. Picks struck rock perfectly in time with their singing. The obvious leader, he wore more elaborate armor and a brace of pistols in his belt, stopped mining and called out. "You two keep on going, I'll bring this cartload back to the camp. "Gotcha Jerak!" One called back, he then resumed singing. The one called Jerak grabbed a full cart and began to haul it away from the other two, heading right, along the wall of the cavern. Twitch started stalking him, slipping from bone to bone. He gripped the scrap of metal so tight, his hand began to bleed. In his haste his clawed foot-paws clacked against a stone, and the older dwarf turned. "Ho, is that you Josef?" "No, bearded-thing." A stratchy, mumbling voice replied as a piece of metal whistled through the air into the dwarf's throat. He gurgled, fell onto his knees, and slumped forward.

Twitch ran up to the dead dwarf, and took anything of use. The brace of pistols were slung across his torso and a small dagger into his own belt. The large pick was worthless to him and the armor didn't fit. He peeked into the minecart and began to drool. It was completely full of silver ore, Twitch's most favorite of the shiny-things. The other dwarves had heard the commotion and were concerned for their friend. The older of the two looked at the other and said. "Josef, you stay here. Be very careful." Then he turned and walked away into the darkness. Seconds later Josef heard, "What in the name of-" A loud retort filled the cavern air, and cruel laughter began. A skaven materialized out of the darkness in front of Josef, a sinister look across his blood soaked face, and the other dwarven pistol in hand.
SHINY!!!!! urgh....its only gold...needs silver.....
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Yay, destroy the dwarf-things! :D
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Now this is something very excellent! :D Kimzi's not the only fan.

So, what to say? The quality of the writing is 'specially good to start with. Excellent grammar, diction and so forth so the whole thing reads very easily. I'm liking the central character a lot. Bitter, broken, betrayed characters are some of my very favourite to read, and write come to that. One minor thing I was wondering at with him is if you'd work a bit of a mumble into his speech given that most of his teeth have been smashed out? "Mno mearded t'ing" for example or something along those lines? I'd love a nice stretch of dialogue with Twitch stumbling through his consonants and trying to sound dangerous at the same time. Dialogue is always good for introducing characters as well. A lot of personality comes through in the way characters talk to each other and a good stretch of dialogue is immensely easy and satisfying to read.

Anyway, looking forward to the next installment. :)
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I was thinking about the mumbling but i want people to know what he is saying so idk ill think of something. Thanks for the compliments. 100 warptokens to whoever can put together Twitch the dwarf and the cart of silver ore. :)

Twitch took nearly three hours to mumble out what he wanted the dwarf to do. "You'm wilf make me meef, mearded t'ing!" The dwarf gave him a blank look. This was going nowhere and Twitch was getting angry, fast. A small piece of slate drew his gaze. He picked it up and started scratching, all the while aiming the pistol at the dwarf. When he was satisfied with the drawing he held it up. On it was a rough pile of bars an arrow and spike like shapes. "MEEF!" The realization dawned on the dwarf and he nodded rapidly. Twitch smacked him across the cheek with the pistol, and pointed to the minecart.

Josef, the young dwarf, hauled the cart the last few feet into the makeshift camp his fellows had made. He fell to his knees panting, only to have that awful skaven hit him again. It shouted at him to get up and he did. He grabbed several handfuls of silver ore and brought it to the forge. It was still hot, Jerak knew how to stoke a forge. He dumped the ore into the bowl on top and proceded to poke and prod the fire to get it going. While that was going he took some rectangular blocks and began to carve teeth shapes into them, sharp, barbed teeth. Maybe this would please the vile creature. He had never met a skaven before, and never met a person who broke a deal, so he expected to come out of this hostage situation with at least some of his dignity left. All he thought of was himself, not of Jerak or Rolland, or anyone. By the time the silver had fully melted he finished the molds. Two seperate pairs of blocks, more than fifty holes of differing size in each one. The skaven took them with glee, inspecting each pocket with care. He turned his back to Josef, focussing on the blocks. Now was the time, Josef grabbed a piece of stone off the ground.

Without looking back, Twitch pointed the pistol backwards and fired. A thud followed the boom, the dwarf was down. He had served his purpose, then Twitch looked up and realized he now had to pour the molten silver, then file it into shape, and insert each tooth. He slightly regretted it, but the delight of killing took its hold. He turned back to see the dwarf lying face down, a pool of sparkling crimson spreading out from under him. At the moment Twitch was not hungry, no he would save the dwarf for his new shiny, silver fangs.
Edited by Lord Twitch Silverfangs, 20th December 2011 - 02:01 AM.
SHINY!!!!! urgh....its only gold...needs silver.....
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Aha! So that's where the name Silverfangs comes from. :D I love it.
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Great fluff Silverfangs, looking forward to reading more :)
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So after a brief hiatus I'm coming back to the Twitch literature (writing a book atm). This with be a brief section for now.

Krazzul absent-mindedly scratched his chin. The heavy, gold platters in front of him held the choicest of dwarf-thing and man-thing meat a warlord could want. "Hmm...which to choose..." The double doors of his chamber slammed open, breaking his concentration. Krazzul looked up in anger to a heavily armored stormvermin backlit in the doorway. "M-master...Twitch..." Krazzul's eyes narrowed, he reached for one of the knives he kept by his granite throne. "Yes-yes? What about that dead rat?" "H-he is ali-" Krazzul whipped the dagger across the room, landing it expertly in the skaven's throat. It gurgled, before falling forward, crimson blood pooling around its corpse. This was not the time to give Krazzul bad news. "Guard captain! Go deal with this ghost. Now." Krazzul stepped off the cold throne, slinking down the stairs to the platters held aloft by weakening slaves. He grabbed chunks of meat from both platters. "I feel like having both-all."
SHINY!!!!! urgh....its only gold...needs silver.....
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Wow, thats really good, I already love it, need to see more of this
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