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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 18, 2010 15:59:51 GMT -5
oh good... I actually got it right when I rolled it up!
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Post by LizardTau on Sept 18, 2010 22:04:05 GMT -5
ahhh ok, doesnt bode as well for me since i would rather fight the skaven guy if my char survives the the bringer of love
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 19, 2010 9:36:05 GMT -5
Sir Skrittick squirted the musk of fear reflexively as the massive orc warrior thundered towards him. This could be it girl, he patted the rat ogres mangy mane reassuringly. The beast however was already growling and began it's own loping gate forward. The reassuring was more for the skaven.
"To the glory that awaits", the skaven knight called forward, and raising his weapon commanded his mount to charge. Well the beast was mid-charge anyways, so it complied.
Insharx's rage was increasing by the moment, as he swung his weapon deftly at the skaven, who clamoured up high on his mount to avoid the worst of the strikes. The savage orc was able to take a chunk of flesh out of the deformed mount, however he was unsure if that would even make a difference to the hideous creature.
Sir Skrittick perched atop the head of the rat ogre, jumping deftly out of the reach of the orc and slicing with his own poisoned blade down at the orc's head.
Insharx's blade appeared poised to cleave the rat's head from his shoulder's however the skaven's amulet flared with brilliant light and the killing blow was deflected.
"All praise to the lady!" the knight called out gleefully, "she doth protect me!"
Sir Skrittick's confidence grew, and he struck deep into the orc's hide. His weeping blade appeared to go deep enough this time to finish the job, and the enraged orc fell to his knees, blood and poison running down his chest. Insharx heaved a mighty breath and fell forward on the ground before everything went black.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 19, 2010 9:47:03 GMT -5
Kha-Cho-Lot had the jump on the hearald, he knew it. His speed had been unmatched, even against the elf, and this slow witted, singing creature did not even appear to have his defences. He thought to himself that this would be an easy kill.
Then, just as he was about ready to deliver a deadly strike, the noxious vapours surrounding the creature hit his lungs, causing him to spasm and cough. The bringer of love turned to embrace this lizardman, to take away all of the creature's pain and anger.
Kha-cho-lot avoided the clumsy reach of the herald, and moved to strike himself. Then a hideous concoction of bile and disease was vomitted upon him. The saurus brought his shield up just in time to deflect the disgusting mixture, which coated his sturdy shield with corrosive, sticky substance which immediately began to dissolve it.
Throwing the useless shield to the ground, Kha-cho-lot drove his weapon into the chest of the bringer of love, stabbing deep into the creature's lung, then pulling the sword out to stab again, collapsing the other lung.
A look of confusion on his face, the bringer of love, ender of pain, collapsed. A smile on his face, for now he too would join the welcoming embrace of Papa Nurgle.
Breathing heavily, Kha-cho-lot stood over the remains of this creature, wondering what horrors still lay ahead for him. He suddenly heard the high squeaking voice scream shrilly, "I've found you at last dragon... time to die!"
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 19, 2010 9:50:41 GMT -5
Dante Liguren had been watching the various battles around his stronghold with contempt. He would easily retain his power, given those opposed to him were more interested in fighting one another than actually banding together to defeat him. Now here were the last two sent to take what was rightfully his. He would take a personal hand in this battle, and drink from the blood of victor and loser.
The dark clouds rolled over head as the ancient vampire moved nearer the clearing. He pulled his own ebony sword from its' scabbard. He watched as the skaven charged the lizardman, intent on timing his own attack carefully.
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Post by LizardTau on Sept 19, 2010 10:53:33 GMT -5
Kha-cho-lot, saw the one from chaos die before him and it brought a small amount of joy to him. He was just reveling in his victory when he heard the words of someone behind him. It was a bad Bretonian accent but he didnt know better so he had totally expected a Bretonian standing there. When he saw the Skaven even he was shocked for a second.
Then he was happy anouther to kill that was against the order of the Old Ones. Grasping his sword he was ready to kill this one and send it to what ever gods it worshiped.
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Post by jamesedward on Sept 19, 2010 22:06:40 GMT -5
"For the Lady and Honour!!!!"
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 20, 2010 9:19:32 GMT -5
Sir Skrittick charged forward on his bonebreaker mount, confidence boosted by his impressive win over the orc, and the fact that the dragon creature was much smaller than what he thought a dragon would be. His mighty charge was interrupted however, by the incredible speed of the saurus, whose blade tore upwards in a blur, causing a great gush of blood from the rat ogre, who thundered forwards another ten paces before crashing to the ground in a heap. Kha-cho-lot easily stepped aside to avoid the beast, using his sword to deflect the passing attacks of the skaven, who appeared to be confused as to why his steed was mindlessly running into the dirt.
When Sir Skrittick realized the dragon had killed his bonebreaker, he appeared despondent, staring down at the dying rat ogre even as the saurus advanced. “my noble steed” he said sadly, “what has become of you?”
The skaven appearing to lose his will to fight, and still taking the attention of the saurus gave Dante the opening he desired. He moved with unnatural speed and stealth to a position behind the lizardman, black fire dancing along the edge of his blade.
Kha-cho-lot could smell the undead though, and whirled to a defensive position, catching the blade and driving it aside, and swinging with his own weapon, narrowly missing the vampire, who leaned back at an impossible angle to avoid the strike.
Sir Skrittick screamed in rage and launched himself at the back of the saurus, hitting with his poisoned sword and drawing blood. The injury was minor however, and the poison was unable to do it’s work to full effect.
Kha-cho-lot found himself beset on all sides, the vampire and skaven working in concert with one another. Dante used deft, calculated strikes while the ratman appeared to abandon all of its fear and struck with wild abandon. He continued to scream “evil dragon, you must die for what you have done!”
Kha-cho-lot hissed to the skaven “the true enemy is before you noble knight, see the true face of evil”.
Realization dawned upon Sir Skrittick almost immediately. Here he was battling a creature that had felled a herald of nurgle, and now was attacked by a vampire. And here was Sir Skrittick actually helping a vampire. Would a knight of the lady do this?
The skaven launched himself at Dante, striking high while Kha-cho-lot struck low, both blades finding their mark, the weeping blade of Sir Skrittick digging deep into the pale flesh of Dante, poison corroding the vampire’s evil flesh. Dante’s weapon found it’s mark as well, into the furry belly of the skaven, black ichor from the evil weapon entering the wound, causing Sir Skrittick to shudder violently and crumple to the ground. The vampire turned to dust, and Kha-cho-lot dropped his own weapon to kneel beside the fallen ratman.
Kha-cho-lot was confused by this contradiction, as skaven were known for their depravity and cowardice, and this creature fought as noble as the knight he pretended to be. The lizardman gave company to the creature as it died a hero’s death, then buried both rider and mount together under a cairn of stones before proceeding onward to the pull of power he felt.
He eventually made it to the citadel of the vampire. Nothing appeared to move in this place, and there was nothing left to attack him. He made his way easily to the shimmering crystal, pulled by an ever-increasing hum of power that became near-deafening as he approached the crystal itself.
“I claim this power in the names of the old ones”, Kha-cho-Lot spoke in a commanding voice.
The humming that pulled him here abruptly stopped, and he pulled the crystal from it’s setting, intent on taking this treasure back to his people.
That’s when he heard the sound of nails on stone and the scurrying in the darkness. As he came from the antechamber to a wide hall he saw the mass of ghouls there waiting for him. There had to be a hundred at least. And more moving in the shadows beyond. He could smell their evil taint upon the stale air of this place.
Kha-cho-lot pulled his blade, resting the crystal on the ground, back to the wall. He hissed defiantly at the slavering horde before him.
“Come to your deaths if you dare”
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Post by LizardTau on Sept 20, 2010 19:47:20 GMT -5
Epic ending. Actually seems like a movie or book to me.
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Post by stonecutter on Sept 20, 2010 20:06:23 GMT -5
Yes, very cool ending. Thanks for running the arena Shannon, it was fun to do and the battle reports were awesome.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 20, 2010 20:08:46 GMT -5
glad you guys liked it... was alot of fun (in case someone else wants to run one next... Frank I'm looking at you!) and since LizardTau has seen the ending that he won, I'll give him his custom title
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Post by LizardTau on Sept 20, 2010 20:43:31 GMT -5
yay lol, already working on my next char
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Post by LizardTau on Sept 23, 2010 15:34:24 GMT -5
Id offer to run it but i wouldn't have all the awesome write ups. I can bearly write something nice for my guys when i need to lol
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