Borne to the Battlefield

Entry posted by flemingmma January 9, 2018

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Du'Gall felt oddly naked. His hard bought passage from the realm of fire to Shyish seemed to have come at a slightly greater cost than anticipated, His normally gaudy armour was reduced to a dull and uninteresting grey . Still he held his trusty sword, by his side since long before the Axe-Father had deigned to notice him, and his second more impressive weapon. The polearm, even if it were a mundane weapon, would have been impressive. The handle was as tall as Du'Gall himself and atop it sat a blade as long as a normal shortsword and significantly wider. The weapon however was not mundane, the deference and reluctance that the Chaos Lord held it, suggested its true nature.

I sense foes and Death here. A feast for Khorne.

The voice echoed in Du'gall's head and his vision began to tighten and redden as it spoke, kindling his fury. He breathed deeply, controlling the rage brought on by the whisperings, no whispering was not the word. While to the outside world the voice was nothing but silence, inside Du'Gall's mind the voice of the demon trapped within the reaper blade roared, screamed begging to be unleashed on anyone near and to slake its perpetual thirst for carnage and blood. Had it been wielded by a weaker man perhaps the blade's perpetual demands for slaughter would have been accepted and indulged, but Du'Gall had defeated the very demon trapped within the blade in combat before and would not succumb to the bloodlust it brought about.

Du'Gall realised he was not alone. Bulky warriors, wearing nothing but a few scraps of chain and fur bearing cleavers in their hands were approaching him. They were wary, some approaching with deference and one with obvious malice. The blood reaver swung his axe at Du'Gall's uncovered head roaring his intentions.

"Now I, Glun, will be favoured by Khorne!"

Du'Gall sighed as he shifted allowing the axe to skid off his plated shoulder. He threw a contemptuously casual jab with his left palm into Glun's sternum. Bone and cartilage shattered and Glun crumpled gurgling blood. Du'Gall looked to the other blood reavers, raising his eyebrow. They lowered their axes eyeing the corpse of their erstwhile comrade hungrily. As they began to carve Glun's body up arguing over who would get which cuts of meat, Du'Gall looked to see if any of his more trustworthy companions had survived the journey between the realms.

Du'Gall's Blood Reavers were butchers before finding Khorne. As such, they take the dark feast seriously.

A few of Du'Gall's steadfast warriors in black plate with their horned helms were visible retching or stumbling as they came to terms with the disorientation of their celestial travel. Du'Gall noticed a couple of them were looking with barely disguised hunger towards the bloodied mess that the blood reavers were making of Glun's body. Khorne's influence over them was becoming stronger. Some of the warriors however did not bother disguising their hunger, shouldering the Blood Reavers out of the way in order to claim some of the flesh themselves. These warriors were larger than the others, their plate stained red and they had eschewed shields in order to allow themselves to move more freely and slaughter more. Du'Gall did not trust these blood warriors, he could not deny their efficacy as fighting men, however he found them unreliable. They took Khorne's gifts freely without thoughts for the future and the Khorne's path was the ruin of many a man who had claimed too much too quickly. Du'Gall's musings on his patron deity were cut short by a crack of thunder. He sniffed the air, catching the scent of sorcery and power. His reaper blade began to almost burn in his hand as it sensed the magic building in the air. Thunder boomed again as a bolt of lighting shot down leaving a figure in gleaming plate standing in a smouldering patch of grass.