North
Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 9:58 pm
“Back, beast of Chaos!” The noble Druchii yelled at the servant of Chaos while driving him back with lightningfast attacks. The Champion had lead his warband against the Watchtowers in a seemingly never ending raid against the borders of Naggaroth. But now Lethalis gained the upperhand in the fight and had come eye to eye against the murderous follower of Slaanesh.
Just a few weeks before, he had planned and plotted against the incursion in the Underway, and his warriors had done well. So well in fact, that the Skaven lost their numbers, and with that their courage to discover the tunnels underneath the Land of Chill any further.The other furry creatures excavating their land, the navy of the Dwarfs, had been dealt some serious blows and they were packing to leave Naggaroth, their oaths of revenge unfulfilled, to add some names to their Great Book of Grudges.
However, he had rarely seen the thick of battle himself, for the Druchii know well the advantages of assassination, and they had heard the ratmen knew the same. Therefore, he had been forced to stay anonymous for a while. But now the danger was over, and there was nothing to do save mopping up the remains of the Dwarfs who were reluctant to leave without a fight.
However, as soon as he had cleared the Underway, a messenger had come, bringing word from the Lord General of Khaine himself. The Cultists had been beaten back, and all across the country the Khainites were gaining the upper hand again.
Yet, the Cult has been pushed back but not vanguished. It was suspected that they had a main invasion force in the Chaos Wastes, and Lethalis knew there were unnumbered followers of the Ruinous Powers in the Umbra Chaotica. He was told to reinforce the Watch Towers against the increasing number of raids from Chaos and Cult followers alike. Not one to disobey his Master, Lethalis was happy to get the oppertunity to fight once more.
He had been stationed in a southern watchtower range, the Khra’Mirgo, and this Champion of Slaanesh had succeeded in pushing through their first lines of defence.
With a powerful slice of his halberd, however, Lethalis cut in his chest deeply. Shrieking with joy, the Slaaneshi Champion abandoned his defences, allowing Lethalis to cut him many times more, and each time it thrilled the Champion until his body fell on the dusty ground of Naggaroth. Quickly analyzing the battle, he saw his centre was struggling with the dreaded Chaos Warriors. Humans of great strenght and willpower, they were still holding on bravely. Shouting out orders, the Druchii defenders gave way, and as the Warriors of Chaos persued them great bolts flew out, aimed at their already thin ranks. In a matter of time, the crew of the Bolt Throwers had decimated all of them, and the day was won.
As Lethalis went back to the command tower, he noticed someone waiting. He recognized the face of Kash’Lui, captain of the local Dark Riders, and an expert rider himself. His grim face, covered in two big scars forming an X, cleared up when he saw Lethalis.
‘Greetings, Lord. I bring orders from Lord Khael Vraneth.’
Lethalis grabbed the piece of parchment and broke the seal of pure blood. He read it carefully, and an evil glint came over his face. ‘Good news, then?’
Lethalis looked at him, nodded, then called his subcommander.
‘Gather all Elves of my division. Prepare for moving out quick. We ride north.’
Just a few weeks before, he had planned and plotted against the incursion in the Underway, and his warriors had done well. So well in fact, that the Skaven lost their numbers, and with that their courage to discover the tunnels underneath the Land of Chill any further.The other furry creatures excavating their land, the navy of the Dwarfs, had been dealt some serious blows and they were packing to leave Naggaroth, their oaths of revenge unfulfilled, to add some names to their Great Book of Grudges.
However, he had rarely seen the thick of battle himself, for the Druchii know well the advantages of assassination, and they had heard the ratmen knew the same. Therefore, he had been forced to stay anonymous for a while. But now the danger was over, and there was nothing to do save mopping up the remains of the Dwarfs who were reluctant to leave without a fight.
However, as soon as he had cleared the Underway, a messenger had come, bringing word from the Lord General of Khaine himself. The Cultists had been beaten back, and all across the country the Khainites were gaining the upper hand again.
Yet, the Cult has been pushed back but not vanguished. It was suspected that they had a main invasion force in the Chaos Wastes, and Lethalis knew there were unnumbered followers of the Ruinous Powers in the Umbra Chaotica. He was told to reinforce the Watch Towers against the increasing number of raids from Chaos and Cult followers alike. Not one to disobey his Master, Lethalis was happy to get the oppertunity to fight once more.
He had been stationed in a southern watchtower range, the Khra’Mirgo, and this Champion of Slaanesh had succeeded in pushing through their first lines of defence.
With a powerful slice of his halberd, however, Lethalis cut in his chest deeply. Shrieking with joy, the Slaaneshi Champion abandoned his defences, allowing Lethalis to cut him many times more, and each time it thrilled the Champion until his body fell on the dusty ground of Naggaroth. Quickly analyzing the battle, he saw his centre was struggling with the dreaded Chaos Warriors. Humans of great strenght and willpower, they were still holding on bravely. Shouting out orders, the Druchii defenders gave way, and as the Warriors of Chaos persued them great bolts flew out, aimed at their already thin ranks. In a matter of time, the crew of the Bolt Throwers had decimated all of them, and the day was won.
As Lethalis went back to the command tower, he noticed someone waiting. He recognized the face of Kash’Lui, captain of the local Dark Riders, and an expert rider himself. His grim face, covered in two big scars forming an X, cleared up when he saw Lethalis.
‘Greetings, Lord. I bring orders from Lord Khael Vraneth.’
Lethalis grabbed the piece of parchment and broke the seal of pure blood. He read it carefully, and an evil glint came over his face. ‘Good news, then?’
Lethalis looked at him, nodded, then called his subcommander.
‘Gather all Elves of my division. Prepare for moving out quick. We ride north.’