|SPRING SHORT STORY COMPETITION: CLOSES 31st!!!
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|Author:||T.D. [ Wed Mar 11, 2015 2:13 pm ]|
|Post subject:||SPRING SHORT STORY COMPETITION: CLOSES 31st!!!|
BEASTMASTER TALES -- THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY!!!
Druchii Beastmasters scour the four corners of the Warhammer World to yoke the mightiest Creatures of Chaos to the will of the Witch King.
Venturing beyond the Northern Watchtowers; West across the Gulach Rondi; South to the Broken Lands; or East across the entire Seven Seas from our dread ports ...no Beast of the Earth is safe from the rod and the lash of Druchii will to dominate
But not all such expeditions are successful. Many brave Beastmasters fall to the scorpion sting of a Manticore's tail, or are crushed by the raging fury of a newly harnessed Doomreaver Sea Serpent. Indeed, such are the heights and the depths of the Warhammer World, that there are always exotic and dangerous creatures newly discovered to the ken of the Druchii race...
When the time comes for our courageous War Beast herders to recover and rest, the mead and wine flows ...and these tails of peril come to the fore; there are always stories of the one "that just got away" and tales of the one "that was thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig!!!"
...yarns that the less well traveled members of Druchii society can rarely believe!
So fellow Wranglers of War Beasts, who has the tallest tale to tell?
Tell us a tall tale! Post it below in this thread. Emphasis is on fun, so short and sweet is fine!
Word limit: 1000 words.
To give people more time, this Competition will run to 31st March. After this the thread will be locked and a new voting one created. Voting will close on 7th April.
Voting is an electronic vote open to the public, with ability to cast multiple votes.
Additionally, those who contribute stories can nominate their top three entries by posting them in the voting thread. These will count for 1, 2 and 3 additional voting points respectively. Total of public + contributer votes will be added up after voting thread lock to determine the ultimate Winner & Loser.
Most Votes: King of the Beastmasters custom forum title!
Least Votes: On Kharibdyss Dung Duty custom forum title! (one month forfeit!)
|Author:||T.D. [ Fri Mar 13, 2015 9:39 am ]|
|Post subject:||The Bloodwrack Coven: Episode II – GONE HUNTIN’|
Two sets of eyes peer out from behind a cleft in the rocks.
They are looking out at a craggy volcanic islet, connected to the coast by a narrow channel of hexagonal basalt columns. A small isle, drenched in the sea spray of pounding waves, it was like any other in this part of the rugged Boiling Sea coastline …until that is, we see what those eyes were searching for.
A blur of motion rounds the headland; a writhing, serpent-like form, glittering in the morning sun. Its speed and grace belie its colossal size; almost 100 feet of coiling muscle and maritime fins allied to a predatory maw and razor claws.
The two pairs of eyes quickly dart back behind their hiding place on shore.
Baldrick: That’s a Pagowyrm!
Blackadder: No Baldrick; that is the largest and most dangerous of the Merwyrms -- an Infernal Sciowyrm of the Boiling Sea! Our quarry.
Baldrick: Lord Percy wants us to catch that?
Blackadder: Thankfully for us both, he doesn’t want us to catch it, rather to steal the eggs that it is so pertinaciously guarding.
Baldrick: And how are we going to do that?
Blackadder: Well, Baldrick, as you were once outwitted by a captured Gnoblar in a game of riddles, we’ll leave that one to me.
Enter HIGH BEASTMASTER PERCY in a joshing jovial manner. His dapper Beastmaster gear doesn’t quite fit with his air of adolescent bashfulness and gangly uncoordination.
High Beastmaster Percy: So Blackadder, are you ready to enact THE PLAN?
Blackadder: If you’ve brought the muscle, I’ve brought the magic.
High Beastmaster Percy: Daddy will be so pleased! I’ll be the first Beastmaster to capture the eggs of an Infernal Sciowyrm! We’ll raise one for our House, and sell the rest for mint! *Dances*
HIGH BEASTMASTER PERCY takes a quick peak through the gap in the rocks at the ravening monstrosity territorially circling its nesting island.
High Beastmaster Percy: Bl-bl-bl-blackadder, are you sure this is going to work?! That thing is awful big and awful fast.
Blackadder: Don’t worry Lord Percy, you bring your crew, we bring the spells, and this will all be over and done with in the time it takes to say “Bob’s a Nepotist”.
High Beastmaster Percy: What?
Baldrick: What he meant to say was, he thinks that you only got your High Beastmaster position because *OUCH*
Blackadder: Don’t mind Baldrick, the first Elf to ever be swallowed whole by a Manticore and live to tell the tale. Who would have thought that his long flowing white hair would have wrapped around the beast’s uvula and led to it choking to death on his person, like a badly flushed tampon down a Palace drain?
High Beastmaster Percy: Oh. OK. Well, let’s hope he doesn’t add an Infernal Sciowyrm to his collection of Monster’s throats explored!
A rumbling troop of Kharibdyssi led by the lash and rod of High Beastmaster Percy’s Beastmaster underlings makes its way across the basalt pavement of the shoreline.
High Beastmaster Percy: Time for action! I’ll get on my chariot and herd these lunks in a diversionary attack across the causeway while you work your charms on those eggs!
Exit HIGH BEASTMASTER PERCY to ready the diversion.
Baldrick: So, after that Infernal Sciowyrm charges Lord Percy’s flock of K-Beasts …we do what exactly?
Blackadder: Baldrick, there is the story of an Orc boss, who in a fit of existential rage against the gods, attempted to head butt a stone Idol of Mork (or Gork) to death. That Orc boss died from his injuries; and that Orc boss was considerably smarter than you.
Blackadder: The scroll remember.
Baldrick: Ahh! The scroll!
Blackadder: Well, get it out.
BALDRICK removes the scroll he was carrying in his knapsack all along.
Blackadder: Remember the chant correctly Baldrick? I don’t want to teleport into solid rock, or appear suddenly before a ravenous Infernal Sciowyrm like an unexpected aperitif.
Baldrick: Are you sure this is going to work, Master? After all I only know Doombolt and Soulblight.
Blackadder: And that attitude is why most Warlocks will be spending their long goodnight with the sweet prince. Reading is what will save us Baldrick; reading. More reading, more spells. Geddit?
Baldrick: Look, Lord Percy is starting to lead the War Beasts out along the causeway.
Blackadder: Right! Let’s begin: Om nom Shiva, om nom Shiva, om nom Shiva…
Baldrick: *Interrupting* Isn’t this language from the Thugee cult of Ind?!
Blackadder: Interrupt again and you’ll be joining the Kharbidyssi as a diversion.
Blackadder & Baldrick: Om nom Shiva, om nom Shiva, om nom Shiva, om nom Shiva, om nom Shiva!
A shimmering portal forms in the air, and BALDRICK and BLACKADDER Walk Between Worlds to reach the island nest of the Infernal Sciowyrm. BALDRICK hastily begins gathering up the huge eggs while BLACKADDER looks up to check on the progress of the diversion.
The four massive Kharibdyssi had bellowed an ear-splitting challenge to the Infernal Sciowyrm as they set out across the volcanic causeway; behind in his chariot, HIGH BEASTMASTER PERCY whips at the air in an attempt to look in control of the situation.
Charging at its ancient enemies, the Infernal Sciowyrm spits a glop of boiling venom at its first adversary, destroying its main head almost instantly. The Kharibdyss dies in pain; its stablemates panic, and the three huge beasts turn tail and run. HIGH BEASTMASTER PERCY can only stare in terror as he and his chariot are crushed by the elephantine stampede of the brutes.
Blackadder: And so ends Lord Percy of Karond Kar.
Blackadder: Leadership Six. Time to get out of here.
Baldrick: But what are we going to do now?
Blackadder: Well, there is a ship waiting whose highest ranking officer is ….now me. And we have a fortune worth of eggs. *Grins*
Blackadder & Baldrick: Om nom Shiva, om nom Shiva, om nom Shiva, om nom Shiva, om nom Shiva!
|Author:||Calisson [ Sat Mar 14, 2015 11:40 am ]|
|Post subject:||It tastes like chicken|
Let's give a try.
Best talents are revealed early.
“It tastes like chicken”
King Malekith has reunited all three Elven races in Athel Loren.
At “Pinetop Elem'Ent'ary School”, asrai kids have been joined by asur and druchii youngsters.
New gangs emerged. Three young boys, one from each former faction, had overcome the language gap caused by their strong accents, and have learned to discuss together – the slang words were of course the first to be shared.
Blancos, the formerly HE, wants to be a fireman, and to ride a large red dragon with a loud horn.
Shroom, the formerly WE, wants to become a veterinarian, and to heal trees with his songs; when he grows up, he will be tall enough to climb the branches on a Treeman Ancient.
Venom, the formerly DE, used to want to become a policeman in the legendary Black Guard – because he heard that the recruitment process would imply his mother to be killed. Too bad it is no longer possible. Now, he considers becoming an aviator and flying high on the manticore he is going to capture himself as a BeastMaster. One day.
The three friends share the wish to harness the mightiest monsters, but they will have to be patient for a couple more of centuries before their dream could have chances to come true.
They have started, though. They managed to capture a couple of rhinoceros (beetles, not mammals), but those mighty insects failed to extinguish their thirst for adventure.
Now they really need to go and get a more serious game.
Blancos We need to hunt a real beast. Shroom, what’s to find in the area?
Shroom Well, my dad says that most beasties of the past are gone.
Venom Yep! That’s since my dad arrived here, he killed them all!
Blancos Pfft! We were born too late. Our parents had all the good times.
Shroom No, your dad didn't kill them all! There are more harpies than before!
Blancos Hey, guys! Let’s go next week-end in the bush and kill one harpy!
Venom Nooo! Don’t harm the harpies! They are our allies, our friends, our sisters in arms! They have been corsairs’ faithful companions for millennia; they have fought battles with us! We may capture and tame them, but not kill hem.
Shroom But Beastmen have harpies, too! They steal babies and drink their blood, my Mum told me!
Blancos So, how can you tell a Beastmen harpy from an Elven harpy?
Venom I know! Beastmen harpies taste like chicken, ours taste like fish.
Blancos Yuck! How disgusting!
Shroom ...Wait a minute… How do you know?
Venom He hee…
|Author:||Haagrum [ Fri Mar 20, 2015 12:58 pm ]|
|Post subject:||Re: SPRING SHORT STORY COMPETITION: BEASTMASTER TALES!!!|
A Good Catch
Kharil Stormlash shifted nervously where he stood as his would-be paymaster ranted. Like most dreadlords of Hag Graef, Torsus Bleakshard was insufferably arrogant, notoriously unforgiving and viciously short-tempered. The full complement of armed guards was a bit excessive for what should have been a routine transaction. Being disarmed at sword-point and witnessing the peremptory slaughtering of the two corsairs Kharil had brought with him hadn’t helped.
“Your commission was clear, beastmaster! You were to deliver a unique specimen for my menagerie of monsters. What am I to do with this... statue?”
Kharil forced himself not to respond in anger. In that, at least, the blades pressed against his ribs helped in maintaining his deferential demeanour. Bleakshard clearly didn’t appreciate the savage beauty of Stormlash’s prize. It had taken half of Fleetmaster Bloodspite’s crew more than an hour to drag the frozen mass off the Spire of Blissful Damnation without damaging it. He’d paid that pirate and his crew a substantial amount more than originally agreed to make sure of it.
Still, Kharil could understand the dreadlord’s annoyance. Magnificent though it was, Bleakshard had asked for a beast, not a trophy. He’d taken it alive, that much was certain. What Kharil couldn’t understand was why it had died during the journey back. How was he supposed to have known that phoenixes of that age could turn to solid ice? Kharil had been so careful to keep the beast sustained with flame during the voyage, even as he sought to break its will. That brute must have done it deliberately, to spite me, Kharil fumed.
“My lord Bleakshard... surely you appreciate the difficulty of retrieving a young specimen of this kind. An elder phoenix is a rare treasure, even in this condi –” A sharp punch to the back of his ribs cut Kharil’s explanation short.
Kharil was desperate, but it was clear that Bleakshard wasn’t in the mood for excuses. The set of the dreadlord’s eyes suggested that he was quickly assessing the most appropriate method of ensuring that the brief remainder of the beastmaster’s life would be as unpleasant as possible. Kharil, watching his ostensible benefactor closely, knew that his life hung on getting the next words in, before the guards were ordered to drive their blades home... or worse.
“Of course, this is not the only brute I obtained for your collection, my lord. If you will permit me to lead you back to the vessel that brought me here, I can show you another gift.”
It was enough to pique Bleakshard’s interest. Before Kharil had learned his trade with the scourge, he had been a street-dweller in Clar Karond. Now, every ounce of experience he had at drawing in a potential victim was thrown into convincing Bleakshard to spare him long enough to see this further acquisition.
The fleetmaster had been reluctant to accede to the dreadlord’s demands, particularly in front of his crew. Nevertheless, Bloodspite concluded that any respect he had lost could be won back through bloodshed. Taking on Bleakshard’s household guard would earn him only enmity, even if he survived. With a full cohort of armoured killers marching sword’s-length from his back, and an angry fleetmaster immediately to his left, Kharil led Bleakshard into the slave-holds of the Black Ark before drawing to a halt in front of an unmarked cell door.
“We lost many of the troops your coin purchased on that day, my lord. The beast fought like a daemon. It would have been easier if we’d simply gone for the kill. That monster even managed to wreck my scourgerunner after it was harpooned and brought down. Thankfully, they knew better than to question my orders when they knew it would mean facing your anger.”
Kharil reached down to the door bar and opened the cell. Beyond was a small room bedecked with straw, its occupant covered in matted blood, scraps of clothing and its own filth. It had once been an elf. Now, it was little more than a whipped cur, a broken hound. Bleakshard wrinkled his nose in disgust, but Kharil caught the change in his stance as the captive raised its head and he realised the nature of his new acquisition. Kharil, sensing deliverance, held his breath against both the tension and the stench.
For a long moment, Bleakshard didn’t speak. Finally, he smiled, then turned to face Kharil and nodded.
“Yes... this will do nicely. A good catch indeed, beastmaster.”
Kharil and Bleakshard turned back to the prisoner. It had not been easy to take the phoenix alive, less so with its rider intact. Even now, under the grime of captivity and torture, the dimly glowing rune of Asuryan, the mark of the Anointed, still burned on the prisoner’s forehead.
By way of explanation, in case anyone's wondering why Lord Bleakshard would settle for the second prize:
1. Frostheart Phoenixes eventually freeze completely and turn to solid ice, if they get old enough.
2. The only models that may take a Phoenix as a mount are the Anointed of Asuryan.
3. The fluff for the Anointed suggests that, much like the Phoenix Guard, they know everything that is going to happen to them, including how and when they are going to die. Stop for a minute and think about what that means when the Anointed is taken alive, tortured into a broken mess, and finally handed to a druchii overlord...
|Author:||Makiwara [ Sat Mar 21, 2015 12:49 pm ]|
|Post subject:||Re: SPRING SHORT STORY COMPETITION: DEADLINE EXTENDED!|
So for the druchii beastmasters it was the one that got away, for the asrai... not so much.
I might even have to knock up a kitbash for my new trophy beastmaster; put him to good use in Belac Agaith.
|Author:||Aicanor [ Tue Mar 31, 2015 9:20 pm ]|
|Post subject:||Re: SPRING SHORT STORY COMPETITION: CLOSES 31st!!!|
THe thread is not locked yet, so I guess I will have to add one more after all.
|Author:||Makiwara [ Wed Apr 01, 2015 3:18 am ]|
|Post subject:||Re: SPRING SHORT STORY COMPETITION: CLOSES 31st!!!|
Truly terrible photos from an ipod, but my wife has the camera at the moment...
Here he is, the beastmaster press-ganged into service in the forces of Athel Loren...
Used a metal corsair, cut the arms, drilled out the head, replaced the head with a dark eldar wych, one hand with a wych knife the other a SoS whip, popped on a lion head from a high elf kit and green stuffed a fur cloak.
Just have to get my hands on some etched brass leaves to pop on top of the fur to show his new allegiance to Belac Agaith and he's done... now I have to add a bunch of beasts and gribblies for him to train; wolves, cats, bears, birds. I'll use him as a unit filler to begin, but I might end up giving him a unit of animals to lead as a fast cav proxy or something.
This contest was fun!
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