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  1. shinros

    Project Cut.

    By shinros,

    This project is being cut early, it was an experiment for first-person writing. At the same time, I've been watching old movies, reading old books and trying to craft a story I am happy with. Each chapter of this story, my EC story(if you read it on dakka or BACS) and my own personal writing I feel that I am missing something important. But after doing a bit of research, examining how directors and writers craft their own stories I will be attempting a new writing project. I am deeply sorry to those who may have been enjoying this story. I hope you will enjoy what I will be attempting to craft when it releases. 
  2. shinros

    Chapter 3

    By shinros,

    The beasts were being burnt at the stake, the middle of town now smelt like burnt flesh and smog. The holy work enacted within the town was both swift and merciless, many resisted, they were utterly consumed by the lies of the false priest. I found that fact unfortunate, but as a follower of the Golden God my heart must be still, it cannot be swayed by the cries of those who do not wish to see.
         Looking around, the townspeople were consumed by the sight of the bonfire. Many were crying because their loved ones refused to abandon their beliefs. Grumbling to myself I wondered if there was more that I could do? How could I ease everyone's suffering? Mastigo has lost workers which means the harvest will be poorer and bandits still harry the outskirts. 
         That question then lead to another, I wondered if I should continue with my mission or remain here and help the people? Finding King Ushoran was my own personal desire, but it didn’t help that the Golden God has also spurred me on and has aided me with my quest many times. 
          ‘Is something wrong Sir Vindex?’ To my right Livia was speaking up. 
          ‘No.’ I answered. ‘It’s nothing at all.’ 
          ‘Are you sure? You seem to be lost in thought, how about you get some rest? It’s our turn to help you. After all you freed us from the evil priest.’
          Her request was sudden, but it should of been expected. I smiled at the young lady ‘there is actually something you can do for me.’ 
          Livia smiled. ‘Anything, just ask.’ 
          I pointed back to the church. ‘I wish to stay there for the rest of the night, I wish to consecrate it and speak to my God.’
          ‘A-Are you sure? We cleaned out...but the dried blood is still there...’
          ‘Blood normally doesn’t bother me, but it’s important that no one disrupts the rite I wish to do.’
          The young lady’s eyes suddenly glittered with surprise. ‘Are you a holy knight then? What’s the name of your God? I would like to offer a prayer to them myself for delivering you to us.’  
          Her curiosity gave me pause, I wondered if the Golden God was watching me now? If he was he would want me to spread his glory to the whole of the mortal realms. I gave Livia a small smile. ‘Nagash.’ I answered. 
          ‘Nagash…’ Livia repeated, she tapped her cheek with her finger. ‘Where have I heard that name?’ 
           ‘He is the Golden Shepard of the dead, he who guides souls to the afterlife. His justice is cold and fair. You can also call him the Golden God.’ 
           ‘Honestly, that might be what we need. We all want justice, but we don’t have the strength to gain it…’ 
           As Livia’s frail words entered my ears I discarded my previous plan, I will do my prayers here. I walked towards the burning bonfire, everyone started to me stare at me in confusion, wondering what I was doing. 
          I lowered my head, and bought my hands together. ‘Lord Nagash, Balancer of the Scales, Arbiter of Justice….I beseech you...Accept these offerings, these dark souls who must be locked away forever in your oubliette….’
         The flames shifted to a wonderful gold, as I then blinked just for a second the flames were a cold green. Seeing such a sight I shook my head, the bonfire quickly returned to it’s golden brilliance. ‘Lord Nagash hear my prayers! These people seek justice! Bandits and heretics prowl these lands! Taking what doesn’t rightfully belong to them!’ 
         The golden flames transformed into an aspect of a skull. I could hear the people behind me dropping to their knees, I raised my hands to the avatar of my diety, I then knelt like everyone else. ‘My Lord you humble me with your presence.’ 
         ‘So your clouded eyes brought you here?’ The voice of the Golden God boomed through the town. 
          I dipped my head as the God spoke. ‘Yes my lord, I couldn’t ignore these people.’ 
         ‘I couldn’t ignore them.’ The Golden God responded. ‘You are me, as you walk so do I, as you speak, my edicts reach the hearts and minds of those around you. Tell me...How long have you been wandering the realm Arch Reagent?’ 
         ‘Centuries my lord. I’ve lost count.’
         ‘Yet you still haven’t found him?’ 
         ‘No my Lord.’ 
         ‘It seems instead of working as a lone fragment hunting for a sign of the Blood Rose Prince you should put your gifts to use.’
         ‘My gifts to use? I-I don’t understand...’  
         ‘The blood of Ushoran runs strongly within your veins, your faith consumes all around you. Use it, form a crusade and bring justice to these lands. Start by taking the best men of this town on a hunting trip, from there your destiny will unfold….’ 
          The golden flames ebbed away, leaving the ashes of the dead behind. I rose and turned to the townspeople, they were awe-struck. I cleared my throat, I tried to put as much authority as possible into my voice. ‘So, who wishes to go hunting tomorrow night?’
  3. shinros

    Chapter 2

    By shinros,

    It was nice journeying with someone, even though I was carrying Livia’s brother on my back. The young man’s face was buried into my shoulder, he was too exhausted to walk or speak but he was alive that was what counted. As we walked Livia told me of her home called Mastigo, it was a small town, most would consider it a village. But they were one of the many suppliers of food to the Greywater Fastness. Since the grand industrial city ground down most of it’s surrounding plant life they turned to the towns and villages to get the food they needed.
         But I noticed as she spoke of her home there was a slight weariness in her voice, I could tell she was holding something back. ‘You’re home is in trouble isn’t it?’ 
         The young woman blinked in surprise, she slowly nodded. Yes….Bandits steal our grain, so we can’t meet the Greywater Fastness requests. At the same time we are struggling to feed ourselves. Many within the militia go out and hunt so we could eat but it’s dangerous, especially at night.’
          ‘I see, so I assume your brother is part of the militia?’ 
          ‘Indeed he is Sir Vindex.’   
          ‘But that doesn’t explain why you were with him. Going by your simple garments you aren’t a fighter.’ 
           Livia dipped her head slightly. ‘I was worried…’ 
         ‘Even though I consider your course of action foolish you should be commended Lady Livia. Most would not brave the roads at night.’
          I decided to add the honorific to her name, she deserved it. As I called her lady her head came up again, she gave me a weak smile. ‘Adam will reprimand me just like you did.’
         ‘Well that means he cares for you deeply.’
         Her smile grew slightly wider, the mortal realms were harsh and many lose their families to famine or worse. Perhaps my words will make her consider her actions before she does something rash. I have seen too many young men and women throw their lives away. I was somewhat tired of seeing it. 
         We then continued the rest of the journey to Mastigo in silence it was only as we reached the outskirts I decided to speak up again. ‘So this is it?’ 
         Livia nodded ‘this is it.’
         I narrowed my eyes and used my be blessed sight to take in all before more me. The farmsteads were small but I could tell they would yield a decent harvest but what took me by surprise was the fact Mastigo had wooden walls. It was made out of stakes and it was shoddily built, most rural settlements lacked such things which made them an easy target for bandits.
         ‘I’m impressed that you have wooden walls.’ I said out loud. 
         ‘That’s what everyone says.’ Livia voiced. 
         ‘Really?’     
         ‘Well...When the Greywater Fastness normally come to trade they comment on the walls and then mock them, they say if we pay them they could improve them but we don’t have the money. I recall one time when we gathered the funds the traders took it and never returned.’
          Hearing her say such a thing made me bristle with anger, I suspected the traders looked down upon the rural townspeople. These days chivalry was dead, it was a lost concept to the noblemen and women of Ayzr. They expand relentlessly and exploit the natives who suffered under chaos. It was a common practice, one I hoped to correct one day if I complete my holy mission. Thinking of my quest I asked Livia a question. ‘Do you mind if I ask around your village for information? I assume the patrols should be out at night?’ 
          ‘I don’t see why not.’ Livia answered. ‘After what you did for me and Adam I’m sure everyone will be eager to help you Sir Vindex. Actually, I think the militia will be eager to speak to a knight.’ 
          I became flushed with embarrassment as she mentioned how the militia will be impressed with my status. I personally didn’t think much it and I didn’t like others treating me different because of it. Ushoran said he found my mindset on my status fascinating but I didn’t think much of his compliment. Helping those in need was like breathing to me, such things should be expected of all knights. 
           As I dwelled upon my duty I started to became annoyed, this age of turbulence and chaos was a detriment to everyone. Soon as I found Ushoran I will recommend that we should launch a crusade to convert the mortal realms to the worship of the Golden God. With that thought in mind I smiled at Livia. ‘How about we head to the town? We’re almost there.’ 
           Livia nodded, we walked past the farmsteads and as we passed them I spotted lamps at windows but the illumination from the light clearly displayed the damage covering the storehouses. It was evident to me that Mastigo has been raided constantly. I ground my teeth seeing such a sight, my blood boiled with anger, but I kept it in. Perhaps when I leave Mastigo I will go hunting? Beasts needed to be put down. 
           ‘Are you alright?’ Livia asked.
           ‘I’m fine.’ My response had a slight edge of my anger, it was hard to contain but Livia didn’t notice it.    
            When we got to the walls, Livia called out and after a few seconds, someone popped out from behind the walls. A man holding a rusted spear smiled at the sight of the young lady but as his eyes shifted to me his face twisted into horror. He started mouthing words, he trembled with fear but that lasted for a few seconds. The young warrior’s terror shifted to a sarcastic smile. ‘Who’s this then?’ the militiaman's gaze drifted back to Livia as he asked the question. 
          ‘Open the gate Edric!’ Livia shouted.  
          Edric’s armour was a mess, it hanged loosely over his tunic and his short brown hair was unkempt. The militiaman picked his nose and flicked the debris away. ‘I don’t know who that one is. The one in the robe. Plus Adam is injured. This...man could be a bandit.’ 
          As he called me a bandit the young lady’s face turned red with anger. ‘He is not a bandit! He saved me and Adam from them!’ 
          Edric frowned. ‘Look, I did you a favour letting you out but for all I know he could have threatened you and injured Adam, Catch my drift? If you wait until Hysh shines over us then perhaps I might let you in?’
          ‘I’m not a bandit.’ I said to Edric. 
          When I spoke to the gate guard his attention returned to me, he was smiling and trembling at the same time which was strange. ‘N-Now, I-’
          ‘I am a knight of the Geldarai Kingdom, my name is Sir Vindex von Pax. Please let me and Lady Livia into the town. We are weary after treaking a great distance and Adam needs a good bed to rest in.’ 
          Edric started to blink rapidly, he was stammering. ‘O-Okay I will let you in, give me a m-moment.’ 
           The guard dipped back behind the wall, I picked up the sound of boots and then the sound of a ladder grinding on wood. There was whispers, but after a minute the locks on the door were undone. Two men opened the gates wide, as they looked at me their eyes widened but they relaxed after a moment. 
           In the middle of the entrance stood Edric he gestured into the town. ‘Well come in then!’
           Livia furrowed her brow, she looked up to me. ‘How did you do that? Edric is pretty stubborn. I thought we would’ve ended up sleeping outside the gates.’
          I shrugged. ‘My king always said I had a way with words.’ 
         The young lady was still confused but she didn’t press further in her questioning. We entered the town and as we passed the gates Edric’s men closed them behind us. The gate guard stroked his chin and bore his eyes into me.
         I frowned at him. ‘Is there something on my face?’ 
         Edric grunted. ‘It’s...nothing. So you are aware I’m putting my neck on the line letting you in like this right?’
         Livia rolled her eyes. ‘No one cares Edric, there isn’t even a captain for the militia!’ 
        The guard frowned heavily, the young lady’s words must have wounded the militiaman greatly but I could see he took his job guarding the gate seriously. I didn’t begrudge him at all. I smiled at Edric. ‘Now that we are face to face can I ask you to give Adam a good bed? He was actually attacked by bandits.’ 
         Edric sighed ‘told the fool it was too dangerous at night…’ he gestured to the two men that opened the gates. ‘Take him to the Inn, the bed is on me.’ 
        When the two men approached me I handed off the young man to them, Livia still seemed worried as they took her brother away. ‘Don’t you want to go with them?’ I asked. 
        Livia shook her head. ‘He’ll be fine I just...want to help you Sir Vindix. You mentioned that you are looking for your king yes?’ 
        ‘I did, bu-’ 
        ‘So you’re really a knight then?’ Edric interrupted.
        Livia glowered at the unkempt young man. ‘Don’t be rude!’ 
        Edric shrugged ‘this one seems pretty nice to me.’ 
        The question from Edric made me chuckle. ‘Indeed I am, don’t worry I’m not like the knights from the grand cities. But to go back to your question Livia I recall that you said I could question the militiamen for information?’
         Livia shook her head. ‘Now that I've seen this one again I doubt they will be able to give you any useful information. I think you should talk to Graham. He’s our town priest. Before he came here he was travelling priest who offered succor to those all over the realms. Since you are looking for your missing king he might know something.’
         ‘A king!?’ Edric’s eyes were consumed with excitement. ‘L-Let me lead the way. Please!’
         I gave Livia a look, she sighed in return. I then smiled at the militiaman. ‘Lead the way then.’
         Edric then lead me along with Livia through the town, we passed by wooden houses that seemed to be falling apart. I could pick up the murmur of prayers from open windows and sobbing. All around me I could hear the absence of hope, the beginning of despair. I had a feeling it was more than bandits which was troubling Mastigo.
         The gate guard then stopped before a church, it was better maintained than the wooden houses but I could tell it’s seen better days. I picked up the sounds of singing from within, but what was capturing my attention was the black miasma surrounding the church. I sniffed the air, that was when I picked up the scent of corruption. I drew my blade which caused Edric to jump. ‘W-What are you doing!?’ 
        ‘Corruption!’ I spat. 
        ‘W-Where?’ Edric was looking around frantically. 
         Livia frowned. ‘What’s the matter Sir Vindix?’
        ‘Livia, I think your priest is a heretic. He bows to dark powers.’
        The young lady became confused, she grasped her head as if she was in pain. ‘B-But, Graham is a priest of Sigmar, he helped us when...when…’ 
        ‘Keep behind me young lady, Edric get your spear ready.’
        To my surprise, Edric turned serious. He gripped his rusted spear with both hands. ‘Aye, I don’t want to believe Graham is a heretic I think it’s best we question him first.’
        I didn’t think it would come to that, it was better not to take the risk I was fully committed to slaying the minion of darkness. I approached the Church with Edric, Livia still seemed to be in pain as she followed behind me. When I arrived at the door I kicked it open and strode into the corrupted church. Inside there were seated men and women in the middle of singing a hymn. The priest who wore a white robe and had greying stood in front of an altar. My loud entry caused a wave of silence to sweep through the foul church, eyes became focused upon me. 
         There was confusion amongst the evening service. Many of the townspeople narrowed their eyes at me, wondering who was disrupting a supposed holy gathering. Just for a moment their confusion shifted to horror but like Edric it drifted away. I examined my surroundings, the walls of the church were covered in strips of flesh which were nailed to the walls. The words lining the flesh was written in blood as well. The townspeople were oblivious to the horror around them, the priest must have wove a spell to hide his depravity.
         I strode down the aisle towards the priest, I needed to kill him to free the innocents under his thrall. ‘Your life ends here heretic!’ 
         Graham furrowed his brow as I shouted at him, he was confused most likely wondering how I saw through his illusion. The heretic shook his head, he then blinked in shock and removed his iron hammer from his belt. ‘Get behind me!’ he shouted to the townspeople. 
         The people did as he ordered, they were confused and I didn’t blame them for following his orders. ‘I will free these people from your vile grasp! You’re a monster for taking their minds!’ I barked.
          Graham then tore his necklace from his neck which was shaped like a hammer, he held it up towards my direction ‘Back evil creature! In the name of Sigmar!’ the priest roared. Waves of black light erupted from the trinket, as the energy slammed into my body I roared in pain. 
          I snarled and charged forward, the black light scalded my flesh but I didn’t let that deter me. I made an oath to myself that I would end the priest and his corruption. There were screams and shouts from the townspeople as I leapt and bought my blade down upon the priest. The cut was deep, a great amount of life fluid splashed across my face. I instinctively licked my lips and as the blood graced my tongue my teeth-fangs began to itch.
          The need to tear into the corpse that was now lying upon the floor consumed my mind. But as I looked upon the cowering townspeople I restrained myself, I sheathed my blade and tore Graham’s white robe, revealing his back to all. 
         The heretic’s skin was covered in tattoos, I pointed at the twin-tailed comet on his back. ‘Look everyone! The mark of evil! This man was a worshipper of foul powers!’ The townspeople appeared confused, but Livia and Edric came forward and peered at Graham’s back. The young lady gasped, Edric twisted around vomited.
        With their reactions, the cowering townspeople also took a look and their reaction was the same. Confusion and shock ran rampant, it got even worse as they looked upon the walls. ‘Please calm down!’ I called. 
         Everyone fell silent, eyes were upon me. ‘I’m a knight of the Geldarai Kingdom, my name is Sir Vindix von Pax! We all have more to do! We have to reveal this information to the rest of the town! There might even be more heretics hiding in the houses!’
         All those who were within the church shouted in agreement, seeing them screaming for justice caused my heart to swell with pride. Courage could be found in the strangest places.
     
  4. shinros

    Chapter 1

    By shinros,

    Ulgu eclipsed all of Ghyran, the night air was vibrant and was tinted with the smell of flowers. The multi-coloured plants bristled at the frayed edges of my robe as I walked down the path. 
         The night air caused me to become lost in thought, my mind drifted to the number of days I have walked the mortal realms. At times I feel that I have lived long, too long sometimes but such were the gifts of the Golden God. I was chosen, by King Ushroan. I remember those days when I first sat at his table with my fellow knights, when we all drank from his Chalice.
          That time was one of stillness and peace, but as always people sought to disrupt it. From Queen Neferata to the minions of the hated enemy. Stillness was a reward all deserved, stability was the true gift of the Golden God. 
          As the scented wind blew harder upon my body I pulled my open robe tighter around my form. It was then I recalled that my home of Shyish largely lacked wind, it would be troublesome if my robe blew off my body.
          ‘Help! Help!’ 
          At the cry of help my ears tingled, I stopped messing with my ruined robe and broke into a run. Racing down the path I was trampling the wonderful flowers and I hoped they would forgive me but someone was in trouble and as a blessed knight of King Ushoran it was my duty to aid all who were in need.
          As I ran down the path, the trees around me became a blur but I saw them in the distance. Brigands brandishing blades against two individuals. A female was holding a bloodied male, crying for help. I narrowed my eyes and drew my blade made of dragon bone. I leapt towards the brigands and before they could turn I removed the head of one of the cutthroats.
           As the head flew into the air I cut down another, fresh blood sprayed in the night air mixing with the smell of the wonderful flowers. It was intoxicating but I couldn’t get distracted now. When the Brigands became fully aware of me, they barked at each other and attacked in a group. 
          They waved their swords around like children, I saw so many openings. I danced through the foolish humans so I could get in between them and the damsel in distress. When I came first to face with her, Her delicate face was the picture of sadness as she looked down upon the injured young man. He was covered in blade wounds. 
          Snarling I twisted around, freezing the charging brigands in place. ‘How dare you!’ my voice boomed around me causing the birds to flutter from the trees, the trampled plants were starting to wither. 
          The mortals dropped their weapons, their faces twisted into abject terror and the scent of urine consumed the air. I swore to myself that I will tear out their throats, I will rip them to pieces and guz-
           Before I gave action to my thoughts I stopped myself. That was not the way of a knight, sheathing my blade I relaxed and took a deep breath. ‘Run, run to the hills!’ I  shouted. ‘I decided to show you mercy! If I see you on this pathway again my blade will drink your blood!’ 
           The men and women who robbed the innocent ran, screaming for their lives. Once the pathway was clear I turned back around to the young woman and knelt. The young man she was holding was turning pale. I wondered what could I do to dry her tears? How could I bring happiness back to her delicate features?
         My hand slowly drifted to my wine sack, which was tied to my belt. But before I moved to removing it my hand froze in place. The wine was special, it was mixed with my own blood and the grapes of the old vineyard of my old kingdom. It had special properties but was this young man worthy of partaking of the liquid? 
         For a moment my eyes drifted over the young man again, I took in his blade wounds one more time. That was when I pushed my hesitation aside. I removed the wine sack from my belt and spoke gently to the young woman. ‘My lady, let me help the one you care for.’ 
         She looked up to me in surprise, confusion and fear spread among her features for a moment but she relaxed. She offered me a weak smile. ‘Adam, my brother will die soon. I thank you for aiding me but I don’t think there is anything you could do.’
         ‘But that is where you are wrong my lady, this wine is from my homeland. Think of it as a potion it will heal your brother who placed his life on the line to protect you.’ 
         The young lady slowly nodded, she lifted her brothers head slightly which allowed me to feed him the wine. Oddly, my hand was shaking as I uncorked the wine sack, it was like some part of me was telling me that I was wasting the blessed liquid. 
          Yet, this man was a true knight in my eyes. He put his life on the line for his family even though he was outnumbered. Pushing aside my hesitation again I placed the sack to his lips and tipped it slightly. The red fluid dripped from his mouth slightly but going by the movement of his throat he was ingesting the liquid.
          When I saw his wounds slowly healing I drew back the wine sack and sealed it. The young man coughed violently but after the fit, he began breathing steadily. His sister’s face brimmed with happiness, her tears of sadness shifted to joy. 
         She hugged her brother tightly, she then looked up to me. ‘Who are you?’ she asked. 
         I returned her smile. ‘I’m Vindex von Pax, Knight of the Geldarai Kingdom.’ 
         ‘My name is Livia, Sir Vindex. If I may ask why is such a valiant individual in the rural areas of Verdia?’ 
        As she asked her question I rubbed my neck, I wondered if I should answer? My smile drifted from my face, the gravity of my mission fell upon me again. ‘I’m looking for King Ushoran.’ 
     
  5. shinros

    Origin

    By shinros,

    Act 1
    Alessia stepped down from her personal carriage and looked up towards the grand mansion of house Varnesi.  She hoped she would find an answer from the family. There were rumours, both good and bad, but within rumours there was always grain of truth. She glanced at her guard who were on horses, they were members of a Knight Chapter who swore fealty to House Asros. It was rare to have the personal service of knights, she guessed it was due to the influence of her husband. She narrowed her eyes at the both of them, their silver armour was glinting due to the light of Hysh. ‘Remain here, I will proceed alone.’
    The knight at the front was about to protest but with a single hand raise he closed his mouth. Alessia smiled and faced the mansion again, she proceeded onwards.
    Entering the courtyard she spotted the gardeners, some were pale skinned and others were dark in colouration. Yet what held all of them together was that tattoo’s that marked their faces or arms. That meant they were Reclaimed, when the houses both major and small arrived to liberate this land in the distant past the Reclaimed were but slaves. The Houses bought civilisation, culture and had the means to defend against the Archenemy. The issue was that none of them understood this, they looked upon the Houses with contempt. She found it strange how House Varnesi had so many Reclaimed workers. In her experience she found them ungrateful and normally cannot hold down any job.  
    Alessia tried not to stare as she made her way to the front door and knocked. She waited for a few moments and the door opened to reveal another Reclaimed who was a maid. Her brown hair was tied in a bun and the mark on her face was shaped like a horned animal. The maid smiled ‘Lady Alessia, what can I do for you?’
    Alessia smiled back, there was no warmth in it. ‘Is Lady Yasmin at home?’
    The maid nodded, she stepped aside while opening up the door wider so she could be let in ‘Yes please come in, I will let her know you are here.’
    Alessia kept her smile and walked inside. She has never visited before but she had to admit she was impressed with foyer. It was incredibly lavish, silks lined the walls, portraits rendering the Varnesi family and the holy stormcasts dotted the lobby. Her breath was taken by the pieces of art. The very carpets lining the stairs leading to the second level was extravagant as well. It was only when the door was closed her attention snapped back to the maid. She came forward and bowed. ‘I shall go and get the mistress.’ The maid then walked up the steps and took the left path.
    Alessia was left alone, she stood near the door and waited until after ten minutes a side door on the ground floor opened and a child stepped out. She was a holding a small shortsword which was bloody. The child had coppery skin and green eyes, she looked no more than five or four years old. She could only assume the child belonged to house Varnesi, she would greet her but the bloodied sword had her slightly worried. The child frowned at her. ‘You’re here to see mother?’ her voice was light and firm. She couldn’t believe she sounded so mature at her age.
    ‘Yes I am.’ Alessia slowly walked over and knelt slightly ‘I am Lady Alessia Asros of House Asros. What is your name?’
    The child cocked her head slightly, her green eyes bored into her. It was like the child could see right through her. ‘Do you think...Mother could give you what you want?’
    The question made Alessia grasp her stomach in reflex ‘I-I-I…’ she stammered.
    The child shook her head. ‘You should leave, you seem nice.’
    ‘Zahra, don’t trouble our guest.’
    Alessia looked up to see Lady Yasmin walking down the steps with the maid from before. Yasmin’s dress put her simple white gown to shame. Jewelry threaded it and she wore a brooch on her collar that displayed the sigil of their house which was a goat with slightly curved horns. Alessia stood up right and faced the Lady of the house. ‘Thank you for seeing me.’ said Alessia. She couldn’t hide the desperation in her voice, but she didn’t care.
    When Yasmin reached the bottom of the steps, she gestured to have the maid escort the child away. When they were alone the Lady of House Varnesi smiled at her. ‘Apologies my daughter is quite blunt. Afterall she will be inheriting our House after her father passes.’
    Alessia returned her smile ‘I see, so you are having her trained now?’
    ‘Of course, the Knight chapters are quite strict on who they will take into their ranks. I aim for her to lead one some day. Anyway, enough about Zahra what can I do for you Lady Alessia?’
    Alessia straightened her dress, her eyes darted around the lobby to check if anyone was around. When she confirmed they were alone she nodded. ‘I need your help.’
    Yasmin raised her eyebrow ‘my help? What on earth would you need from me? After all our..reputation for being...’
    ‘I’m aware of your reputation. Yet your family has a seat on the round table, no matter if House Varnesi chooses marriage partners from the Reclaimed. I don’t care about that, I need your expertise.’
    ‘Very well Lady Alessia, what can I help with?’
    Alessia Placed her hand on her stomach, she frowned heavily. ‘I need a child.’
    ‘A child?’
    ‘Yes, a child. I’ve tried many times with my husband Albrecht, yet nothing. I’ve visited the wizards of the collegiate and I’ve spoken with the priests of Sigmar and Alarielle. They cannot solve my problem.’
    She watched Yasmin nod in understanding ‘I see, so you assume because of the background of the Reclaimed you are making the assumption that we have some sort of potion or…’
    ‘I’m not saying you’re heretics, but it's essentially an open secret that you keep some aspects of the old ways alive. Your family was already fighting when the other Houses arrived to liberate this land.’
    Alessia stared intently at Yasmin, she was searching her face to see if she was willing to help her. The Lady of House Varnsei gave her a warm smile. ‘I may have something. Follow me.’
    Alessia clutched her stomach, Yasmin then lead her down the side hallway they stopped at the end of the hall. Yasmin then reached for the candle nestled on the wall and turned it. The wall itself slowly rose revealing a staircase leading into darkness. The Lady of House Varnsei continued on down the steps, Alessia felt a wave of apprehension flush through her, but the thought not having a child spurred her on.
    When she reached the bottom of the steps with Yasmin her eyes wided. There were rows upon rows of shelves stacked with oddly coloured liquid. Yasmin flashed her a smile. ‘Some of the rumours were true.’ she said softly.
    Alessia slowly nodded ‘I can see that, but...why would you show this to me?’
    ‘Well I assume you don’t want news of you being barren to spread? My servants and several of your own have seen you come to my home. We both have one over each other, so I feel quite assured that you won’t speak of my house’s...little collection.’
    She was aware that Yasmin was threatening her, most think that she hasn’t gotten around to the deed with her husband, but the fact there has been no child in years has caused rumours to fly around the city. Since she was from a minor house Albrecht would have cause to divorce her which would shame her entire family, but her husband was such a man that he wouldn’t care. He actually doesn’t care at all that she couldn’t give him a child.
    That fact pained her, Alessia could not help but feel she was causing her husband trouble and grief. Her Albrecht always keeps his troubles behind a smile, she always hated it. She hated seeing him suffer. She could feel her resolve strengthening, her apprehension was dissolving rapidly. ‘So what among your collection will help me Yasmin?’
    The Lady of House Varnesi bought her hands together and kept up her previous smile. ‘Follow me.’
    She was lead to a nearby shelf, Yasmin then picked a small vial filled with red liquid off the shelf. She handed it to her. ‘This will allow you to have a child.’ said Yasmin
    ‘How? What is this?’
    ‘The potion will react to your desire, which in turn will make your body produce the child of your dreams. When you next do the deed with Albrecht a child will be conceived.’
    ‘Just like that?’
    ‘Just like that.’ Yasmin repeated.
    Alessia stared at the bottle for a moment, she then uncorked it without hesitation and drank the potion. It tasted sweet, she expected the concoction to taste bitter like all potions. When the vial came away from her lips she felt something in her stomach. She wiped her mouth slightly and handed the vial back to Yasmin. ‘So if I go to a priest after six weeks or more will they tell me what I want to hear?’ said Alessia.
    ‘Yes they will.’ Yasmin said confidently.
    Alessia clutched her stomach as Yasmin replied. The apprehension came crawling back but it was pushed away as she thought of her child.
     
    Act 2
    Albrecht found round table meetings emotionally draining, Balehold was ruled by a small council of the major Houses who liberated the land from the Archenemy. The conclave hall itself was dotted with the founders of the city, they were all leaders of Knight Chapters. They had no aid from the stormcasts in taking the lands so they had no presence, he liked to keep it that way.
    He brushed his house sigil molded upon his armour, it was that of the unicorn. Strangely enough it was only his house that could ride the majestic beasts. His gaze then shifted to the three other individuals sitting at the table. There was Lady Valeris Delmont of House Delmont. Her sigil was that of a wolf, sitting at her left was Lord Alec Marax of House Maraz, his house sigil was a demigryph. They were both friends and rivals, Alec’s dark skin was lined with scars showing his history with warfare. He imagined his wife gives him an earful whenever he leaves for war.  
    Lastly sitting at Valeris’ right was Lord Ervin Varnesi. He disliked staring at his sigil, there was nothing inherently “wrong” with it. He just finds it strange how the Houses pick animals with strong and noble characteristics yet the Varnesi went the other way. The Goat had too many negative connections in his mind. He tended to even call his fellows by the animal associated with their House.  
    He sighed and decided to focus on today’s matter. He spoke up first. ‘So what do we do with those coming to our city?’
    ‘I say we should let them in.’ Ervin announced.
    Eyes shifted to the the Varnesi head, his coppery coloured skin appeared oiled. Albrecht detested his vanity, he was about to speak but Alec interjected first. ‘They could be a danger to our city Ervin.’
    Ervin scoffed ‘how can outsiders be dangerous? To make a grand city we need people, Balehold is underpopulated.’
    ‘They could be heretics.’ Valeris added.
    ‘Valeris is right.’ said Albrecht. ‘Think about it, the heretics who wish to ruin our city is having poor luck toppling Haven considering who watches over it. I imagine they would aim to set up here viewing us as softer target.’
    ‘Prosperous!’ Ervin spat. ‘All of you are jumping at shadows that aren’t there. All I see is distaste among you all, you simply don’t want any outsiders in the city. After all look at how you treat your own people.’
    Albrecht scowled at the blasted goat. ‘Tell me how many of the Reclaimed have sided with cults whenever they pop up!? If they wish to be trusted and respected they should earn it!’
    ‘How!?’ Ervin barked back.
    ‘By serving the Knight Chapters!’
    ‘You mean serving as fodder so those who are mounted can steal all the glory. Do you even glance at those who are dead in the mud whenever we battle against the Archenemy?’
    ‘They are doing a service for all.’ Valeris said firmly.
    Albrecht gave a nod in the Wolf’s direction, she returned it. He then addressed the blasted Goat. ‘None of them can ever hold a job down no matter what we do, what do you expect from us?’
    ‘So how come I don’t have any problems with them?’ The head of Varnesi’s eyes darted to each of them. ‘Tell me, are the Reclaimed who work me unproductive?’
    Albrecht grunted ‘well considering….’
    'Considering what!? That my family are heretics!? That we spent centuries fighting the Golden Legion while your Houses ran away to Ayzr at the first opportunity!? Look, we had to do things to survive, we learned things that many of you will deem unsavoury but I tell you now that my house aren’t heretics!’
    The Goat’s outburst surprised him. Albrecht stroked his chin ‘we had...No choice.’
    Ervin laughed at his response ‘tell that to all those that died trying to hold this piece of land together while your families supped on wine in Ayzr for centuries. Hurry up and cast your votes I know the answer to discussion already.’
    He couldn’t help but feel defeated in the argument after that last statement, yet his option on the outsiders haven’t changed. ‘Let’s move to the vote.’ said Albrecht. ‘All those in favour of refusing the outsiders raise your hand.’
    He raised his hand in favour, unsurprisingly Lord Alec and Lady Valeris did the same. All Ervin could do was scowl at the decision.
     
    Act 3 
    Alessia slowly ate her meal, she was lucky that she arrived home before her husband. The table was already set and ready for the evening meal when she entered the dining hall. Ulgu was slowly reaching its zenith and it’s darkness was already starting to crawl across the city. She was glad to be home, the Asros manor was far more modest and displayed the house’s piety towards Sigmar and the Everqueen. That modesty now made her think that the Varnesi house was actually quite tacky. 

    She then sighed slightly, her thoughts then moved to the issue of how would she approach the subject of trying again? Her husband was sat at the other end of the table, he was picking at his food. I should ask him about his day. She thought. Alessia put on a smile and said. ‘So tell me dear how was the round table meeting?’ 

    Her husband gaze fell upon her, he gave his signature thin smile. ‘It was fine.’ 

    Liar. Alessia said to herself. ‘That’s good, I don’t want you to stress yourself. So tell me how have the minor houses reacted to the meeting?’ 

    ‘Well...When the outcome was made known to the other nobles they were happy save those who are aligned with Varnesi.’ 

    At the mention of the Varnesi she put on her best scowl ‘of course they would be upset. We have to be careful.’ 

    ‘My thoughts exactly.’ her husband said firmly. ‘It’s unfortunate that Ervin can’t see the risk. I’ve seen great men fall, people who I would never think would bow to the Archenemy. Cardoc’s betrayal is a fresh memory for many.’ 

    She was aware of her husband’s cousin, during the middle of battle with the enemy he joined them. It was a stain that was terribly hard to remove, the Asros house lost support of several Knight Chapters. It took time to regain that trust but she wasn’t surprised that her husband would be weary of people after such a betrayal. She could see how tired he was, his blue eyes completely betrayed what he was thinking despite the smile he was trying to put on. ‘You made the correct decision, all of you did.’ she said warmly. 

    Her husband gave an actual smile, they then ate in silence for a moment. Alessia decided to move to the subject of an heir. Albrecht was now in a good mood. ‘So...About your heir. Wh-’ 

    Her husband raised his hand to stop her speaking. ‘It’s fine, I’m thinking of sponsoring a son or daughter of one my many cousins. The nice thing about the Houses our families are quite large.’ 

    ‘What about your reputation?’ Alessia found her voice straining as she spoke. 

    ‘There is no choice is there?’ 

    ‘You could divorce me and find another wife.’ 

    ‘Then that would shame you, I won’t have that. Your...Predicament isn’t your fault Alessia.’ 

    She now saw the opportunity, it was obvious her husband was at his rope’s end on the issue. She took a deep breath as she said ‘one last time before you sponsor someone.’ 

    ‘No, it’s fine. Pleas- 

    Alessia shot up from her seat and walked over to her husband, she placed her hand on his. ‘Please.’ she pleaded. Her husband’s smile was now cracking, she hoped it would break completely. Her Albrecht frowned heavily and oddly it made her smile. 

    ‘One...Last time.’ He said slowly. 

    ‘Yes, this will be the last time.’ She replied. 
  6. shinros

    Midnight Madness

    By shinros,

    I thought to extend this story several times, but I kinda felt it was dragging on for too long. 
    Act 1 
    Daliliah sat at the table sipping a glass of blood, she drank only because of her foul mood. She could feel Nagash’s displeasure through the wind provided by her open balcony. One of them must of wagged their tongue. She grimaced and sipped, Daliliah suspected that since she hasn’t been destroyed yet she must still be in the Great Necromancer’s good graces. She shuddered as she thought the god, her queen bought her before him one time. That was a memory she sought to forget, but no matter how much blood she drank that single memory was sharp in her mind. Nagash’s piercing purple gaze tore through her dead soul, in but a few seconds he knew everything about her. 
    She then gave a wistful sigh while reflecting on that dreadful memory. Daliliah was happy with being chosen. She hated the politics that surround the soulblighted nobles of Dread Hollow and if she succeeds in Haven perhaps Queen Neferata would offer her the the entire land to rule? Then she could direct the nobles in taking the Kingdom of Crestfall. She snickered to himself “it would be so easy...” She brushed her red dress slightly with her pale fingers. “First I must recover, the White Tyrants are on my trail.” She was about to rise from her seat until her pointed ears shifted due to screeching of bats, a foul stench then began fill her nose. “You dare…” she hissed. 
    She bore her fangs but the visitor walked around the table. They were bald and wore cobbled armour and their pale skin was replete with great muscle. Daliliah was about to dispatch the intruder until she spotted the broken sword. The signet engraved upon the pommel drew her interest, it was the roaring dragon. The rune of the “count” of Dread Hollow, the count renamed his county to honour the Queen of Mysteries who graced him with her blood. 
    She relaxed in the chair and gestured to a wine glass. “Would you like a drink?” she asked of her guest. The brute sat on the chair in front of her, gazing into it’s red disgusting eyes she saw hatred but it was controlled. “I take that as a no?” Daliliah said warmly. 
    The creature opened its mouth and the voice that came out it was a female. “You have some nerve Baroness Daliliah…” Her voice was gravely but it jogged an ancient memory. All were for the bargain of blood but there was one who rejected it. “Countess Alexandra...how long has it been? Three centuries right?” she openly mocked the disgraced countess, she wondered if she submitted to a lesser vampire and was eventually cast aside? It would explain her monstrous state “So what do you want...Countess?” Daliliah made sure to keep derisive tone as she spoke. Alexandra smirked “the Golden God sent me, through the ancient hidden pathways my crusade has come to take this place.” 
    Daliliah didn’t like the sound of crusade or the fact that some unknown god has sent her. She blinked and just for a moment she didn’t see a beast but a regal warrior wearing a glowing plate. Her sword was whole as well and she even had a full set of flowing brown hair. She shook her head dismissing whatever she saw, she focused on the beast in front of her “tell me who is this Golden god?” Daliliah questioned Alexandra, she wanted to know who she served. The beast nodded “The Golden God is Nagash, after you blighted creatures stole my lands and corrupted my husband a great king came to me...offering aid.” 
    At the mention of Nagash and Great King she slowly placed her wine glass on the table, she noticed her hand was trembling. She is my replacement! Nagash has replaced me! That thought repeated again and again within her mind. It wouldn’t stop. The only thing preventing her from losing complete composure was the talk of some great king, the disgraced countess could be lying. “I won’t fall for it, you merely seek to take what is mine. If Nagash wanted to replace me his hammer of justice would fall upon me. As you can see...I am completely fine.” 
    Alexandra gave her a guttural laugh “look at you, Great King Ushoran always has said the children of his sister always try to make themselves more big than they actually are…” That single word passed through her mind. Ushoran, Ushoran, Ushoran. She repeated to herself. Daliliah slowly wiped her mouth gently, she imagined if she was alive she would be sweating at the moment. She couldn’t see a way to harm Alexandra, her forces are in the city. She could have some of them outside at this very moment. She has heard stories of how ghouls can be given wings by their kings and queens. 
    She had to be careful now, Daliliah could see she was in a poor position. “Very well...I will watch. If Nagash has truly sent you then I will stand at the sidelines.” I will also be there to pick up the pieces when you fail. She inwardly smiled. She watched Alexandra rise from her seat and snarl at her “as always choosing the route of cowards. You underestimate the number of my forces in the city, I am Archreagent of the county of Gastinia. When I succeed...I will have my lands back creature. The Golden God promised me that.” 
    When she stated the reward she would receive from Nagash Daliliah shouted at her. “He will not give what you want! You should know better! Dread Hollow will be mine!” The disgraced countess ignored her as she strode to the balcony, again she did not see a beast but the same regal woman she remembered from her past. To her utter horror she watched her jump off the ledge of the balcony and sprout white wings. She flew off into the night. 
    Act 2 
    Gerhard yawned, that action caused glances from his unit. Sergeant Agatha looked back and frowned “stop yawning we are on a mission.” “Our lord's have essentially stopped all crime. I mean...look around you Agatha.” Gerhard protested. She didn’t do as he asked nor did the rest of his unit. All of them had grim faces. He sighed and raised his hands “sorry.” 
    His sergeant didn’t seem impressed with his apology, she looked forward and continued the patrol. He didn’t understand what they were looking for. He recalled that Lord-Relictor Atticus wanted Haven to feel their presence even at night hence the time they were patrolling. At the moment they were working in the poorest district of the city which should be rife with crime but the gangs sought to cause no trouble. They have been cowed by the Knights Excelsior. 
    Everyone were in their homes, the streets were bare. He sighed and decided to keep his mouth shut, if the Lord-Relictor felt it wasn’t important then he would not have the White Templars patrolling the streets. 
    They walked for about an hour more until the sounds of a screaming slammed into their ears. Agatha pointed at a nearby alleyway. “There! Quickly!” Gerhard cursed, he hoped the fool was ready to spend time in the Black Fortress. Atticus wants anyone who causes a disturbance. They all rushed down the alleyway, as they arrived there was no one there and the screams have stopped as well. Gerhard drew his blade “I think we should be careful.” His Sergeant nodded in agreement “aye, watc-” A black shadow shot down and scooped Agatha up he barely caught the movement. All that was left of her was an echoing scream. 
    The disappearance of their sergeant caused the unit to break down. “Forget this!” one called he ran out of the alleyway as he made a corner screams erupted from his departed comrade. Gerhard trembled his eyes shot to ahead of them. The end of the alleyway was boarded up by wooden planks. Whatever was attacking them they were trapped, his gaze drifted to a member of his unit who was holding an axe. “H-Hey, give me your axe.” “W-What? N-” the shadow assaulted them again and the man he was talking to vanished. All that was left was the axe clattering on the ground. Gerhard didn’t waste any time, he grabbed the axe and charged down the alleyway he threw aside his sword and began hacking at the wooden planks. 
    If he left the alleyway that meant death, if he waited and did nothing the shadow would take him as well. As he worked upon the planks with the weapon screams erupted from behind him, fear tore through his body. I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! I do- he didn’t get to finish as someone tapped him on the shoulder. He stopped hacking at the planks and slowly turned, a great beast with red eyes was looming over him. He opened his mouth to scream but it died as the beast was replaced by a noblewoman. 
    Her eyes were red and blood slightly matted her mouth but all he saw was concern in her eyes. The woman before him was regal and beautiful as well. He dropped the axe, the noblewoman began patting him down. “I hope those heretics haven’t hurt you.” Heretics? W-What is she talking about? The confusion vanished as she smiled at him, he caught the hint of fangs but that strangely didn’t bother him nor the words she said. 
    She exuded an aura of calmness, he was almost lost in that. “The heretics were leading you away in chains, I drew them to this alleyway and took care of them. Are you alright? I tend to get ahead of myself.” Gerhard blinked and instead of a beautiful woman brushing him down it was beast he was about to scream but the monster placed it’s hand on his mouth. It’s foul stench filled his nose, he blinked one more time. The monster was gone, it was the noblewoman covering his mouth and instead of a foul stench a soft perfume brushed against his nose. “Sssh…” she whispered “I know you have be enslaved for some time but if you scream you will draw more heretics towards us.” 
    Gerhard nodded, she removed her hand from his mouth. He wiped it removing the dirt “s-so what now?” he asked. The noblewoman nodded “I have a camp, going by your build you look to be a knight. I require strong warriors to face the heretics.” she offered him her hand. “I won’t force you but in order to be free you have to fight.” Gerhard gulped, he felt a strange pressure on his mind he didn’t know what it was but the need to fight against the heretics consumed his heart. 
    He took her hand and as he did so she pulled him close. “W-What are you doing!?” he almost shouted but her smile set him and ease again. “A bonding ritual, you must be adopted to my household.” She opened her mouth and bit into his neck, the pain was horrific despite seeing flashes of a monster tearing into his neck Gerhard smiled. “F-For the Golden G-God…” he stammered out. He fell slack in his Countess’ arms as his eyes slid close he chided himself for calling her a monster for it was no longer there, he could only see his beautiful ruler. 
    When the darkness finally claimed him he was prepared to fight for her. 
  7. shinros

    Aimless

    By shinros,

    Act 1 
    His eyes were drawn into the flames, the purple fires danced in the brazier and all he saw was better times. A time where he could feel the presence of his lost deity, it was so grand knowing that your god was there. The age of myth to him was a distant memory, one he kept revisiting. He stood on this very altar, his guards hefting him up high as he shouted praise to his glorious lost god. He became lost in that vision, his dulling mind burn alight with pleasure and sensation as he basked in the ancient adulation of the warriors who followed him to new heights of ecstasy. That grand time was slowly torn asunder as the hated god king brought order and stability to the realms. Yet in a sense that wasn’t so bad, they had new enemies to face, to fight. 
    The only true horror came upon the cusp of the age of chaos, where the followers of the other gods rejoiced there was only confusion for him and the warriors that fought at his side. All they had was emptiness, the love of their god vanished from their minds and hearts. To him it was a fell blow, one that made him fall into a stupor. The warband he fought with and lived with came apart. They floated away hoping to find something to fill the void left behind their missing god. 
    He sighed and withdrew himself from the vision. He turned and walked to the front of the altar, he looked down to his mutated guards. “Pain, Spite up you get.” Pain who stood at the front nodded. “Yes Master Amare…” Spite said nothing he merely grunted. 
    The two mutated giants stood up right hefting up the altar with ease, they began walking through the forest he calls home. The Gilded Thicket was west of Balehold, in the past it was a place where people would gather gildweed in the lands of Gathilee. But Amare took this place for himself, he needed a home that could make his mind burn, a place that could fill the void in his heart. He transmuted the grass and flowers with his rites to make them bellow with great fragrances, the gildweed in the forest enhanced this effect. 
    The very forest also keeps intruders away, those who wander in never leave. The fragrances have clawed into their souls turning them into gibbering fools. Normally if he comes across such people he would either multiate them and feed their carcesses to his braizer so he could relive his dreams or feed them to Pain and Spite. Amare sighed “maybe he will give me a sign one day?” He looked down to his pale body, it was replete with muscle. His very body looked to be wrought by a master craftsman, he knew someone must be sustaining him. To most mortals he would be ancient, he could not even remember how old he as. 
    He grimaced, if the dark prince was still sustaining him why hasn’t he spoken? Why do his minions not heed his call for answers? Pain and Spite stopped, Pain released a low whine. “Master are you okay?” Amare chuckled Pain was always worried about him, so was Spite but he never voiced such a thing out loud. He assumes that Pain speaks for the both of them. Amare found the both of them so long ago, being beaten and ridiculed by monks who prophesied the coming of the hated god king. He thought such people were fools back then, but now? He could not help but laugh in irony. “I am fine Pain.” he answered. “Both of you take me to the glade.” Both mutants said nothing they trudged onwards. He hoped visiting his favourite spot within the forest will free him from his melancholy, but it never did. 
     
    Act 2 
    Arriving at the glade Amare was about to smile until he saw a group of horsemen standing in the middle of it. Their golden armour replete with runes of the lost god marked them as fellow followers, but this was his forest and it belonged to him alone. “Pain, Spite….Approach them but do nothing.” Both mutants could easily dispatch them but he could see the knights desired something. 
    When he was before them the leader came forward, he removed his plumed helm revealing an androgynous visage along with long flowing blonde hair. “Greetings. I am lord Cardoc of the Golden host. I herby of-” “Stow your offer.” Amare interrupted. “This is my forest, get out.” Cardoc didn’t seem offended by his words, but those who followed him where moving hands to blades. Going by his face Amare could tell he must of been nobility before falling to the delights of the lost god. Cardoc gestured to calm his brethren. “Now let’s not be hasty, my king heard of a powerful priest who dwells in this forest. He requires one for his crusade.” “Flattery won’t get you anywhere boy. So tell me...Which are you? Seeker or Invader?” Amare waited for Cardoc’s answer. The golden knight smiled at him “Seeker, but we are not searching for the tangible form of our god like the others.” Amare leaned on the front of his altar, he gave a long sigh. “Alright hurry up, sell me your Golden Host.” “Very well, King Zakai blessed be his name wishes to launch a crusade against these lands. He received a glorious vision of our lord returning once everyone in the realms bow to will of Slaanesh alone. We search for Slaanesh by bringing his word and deeds to the fools that deny him.” 
    He digested his reasoning it was different compared to most but in the end he assumed Zakai was another upstart lord who was using visions to build an army. He doubted that he was a Seeker as well, he was most likely an Invader using prophecy to build a host. Amare stood up right “tell me Cardoc, do you feel an emptiness in your heart?” The question surprised the knight “I know of what you speak. That awful sensation has evaporated in the face of serving the Golden Lord.” “Liar.” Amare hissed. 
    He watched the knight frown, his facade of politeness vanished. “I wish to tell you if you refuse King Zakai he has ordered that I should kill you.” The knight’s words caused a great laugh to erupt from Amare’s throat. “So tell me how am I a threat to you the one you serve?” “You aren’t a threat, if you refuse me you are a heretic. It’s that simple.” answered Cardoc. 
    Being called a heretic was amusing he was about to say something but the brazier behind him began to roar. He turned to see the flames were enlarging, he could hear Cardoc shouting something but he didn’t care. He approached the brazier and stared into the flames. 
    Instead of old visions of the past he saw the back of a warrior who radiated the majesty of his missing prince, he could feel the hole in his heart being filled. The light of hysh blocked his face, it obscured his form leaving his vision a blur. Amare wanted to reach out he staggered towards the warrior. As he touched the shoulder of the warrior he turned his head slightly to him, he saw only a hint of his face. But the blue eyes captured him completely, the vision then crumbled. He screamed in fury “No! Come back!” he found himself looking down to his hands. The fury gave way to sadness the emptiness came rushing back. 
    He wondered if this was a message from his lost god? Perhaps it was a sign? He turned and returned to the front of his altar. He looked down upon the knight who was oddly staring at him concern. Amare sighed “maybe you are involved?” “What do you mean?” The knight answered his questions with another question. He creased his brow, the vision only happened soon as this one came to disturb him. He grumbled while lowering his hand from his face. “Very well lord Cardoc, lead me to your king.” The knight seemed jubilant with his answer, but he wasn’t joining his host to serve but to look for someone. The mysterious warrior might be the one who will purge the void that has claimed his heart. 
  8. shinros

    Map of Gathilee

    By shinros,

    Made a map using an awesome tool. Now first is to put the realms in general into context, this is a realm sphere of ashqy and the little circle is the map GW gave us for part of the realm. 

    Now here is the great parch.

    So now we have context here is the map of Gathilee. (Which is in Chamon to clarify)
     

     
     
  9. shinros
    Act 1 
    Gerhard stood in front of the desk of his Freeguild general. His office was replete with trophies of war, from orruk skulls to large beasts. There are even commendations from the Grand Conclave of Haven. The largest city within the lands of Gathilee. Yet he was not here for a commendation or a mission, he was here to be chewed out. Stefan Goldstrike sat back on his chair, he looked tense there were bags around his eyes and his brown hair held threads of grey, most likely from stress. Gerhard waited, he wondered how he will be shouted down. Stefan rose from his chair and walked around to the front of his desk, his golden armour rattling with the movement. Once he was standing at the front of his desk, he leaned back on it. “Do you have any idea what you have done?” Stefan said flatly. 

    Gerhard saluted and gulped. “Yes sir, bu-” “but nothing, you are aware what could happen if your message is picked up by the wrong people?” At the mention of people he obviously thought of the Grand Conclave, they fund this Freeguild to protect the town of Strahafen for it produces and exports the gildweed of Chamon. The root was said to have medicinal purposes and helps in spell casting. So it’s highly valuable. Gerhard’s lips felt dry thinking on the trade of the root, their Freeguild has a lot of responsibility and if they failed in their duties they could lose funding. “T-The Grand Conclave c-could revoke our funding, that would mean we would be out of the job...sir.” His words stammered out of his mouth, but Stefan shook his head. “It’s not the Grand Conclave you should be worried about boy, but the White Angels are the ones you should fear. The Conclave fears them and that...is what we should be worried about.” 

    At the mention of the White Angels he knew them to be the stormcasts that stand vigil over the city of Haven. They respond to threats throughout the lands of Gathilee, but he did not think that Sigmar’s holy warriors would respond to such an issue, he didn’t think it would warrant it. “Sir, shipments have good missing, patrols have been found dead...I don’t think Stormcasts would get involved. I-I just thought…” “You thought that we couldn’t handle it, these sorts of problems should be dealt with in house.” “S-Sir no one has been listening to me, I even tried to organise a meeting with you but I get stonewalled every time.” “Maybe because your issues does not warrant my attention? Perhaps the other officers are dealing with this issue in house as I said.” He had to admit he didn’t think of that. He looked down slightly“Sir..please don’t eject me the Golden Lions...I-I…” “You need the money, like all reclaimed am I right?” Gerhard simply nodded. “Yes sir...I send the money back to Haven sir…” 

    Stefan was about to say something, but a knock on the door interrupted him. “Go away!” Stefan shouted. The knock came one more time, the general growled in annoyance. “If you kno-” The door suddenly buckled and burst into a thousand splinters, when Gerhard turned back a white light washed over him. The smell of clean rainwater started to fill his nostrils, as the light slowly ebbed away he could pick up the sound of heavy footsteps. Slowly his vision cleared and standing over him was a white giant, covered in bones and icons of Sigmar. A skull was leering down at him and through the eye sockets he spotted a soft blue glow. 
    Gerhard simply fell to his bottom, he was shaking with fear. He looked around to see the white giant had two others standing behind him. They held massive hammers and blue shields. Gerhard’s eyes darted to Stefan who was sweating rivers. “G-Greetings my lords.” the general stammered. The giant with the skull looked around the office, his eyes then fell upon his general. “You are in charge of the Freeguild known as the Golden Lions?” the giant’s voice held the rumble of thunder. 

    The general simply nodded to the question. The giant returned the nod and said “I am Lord-Relictor Atticus Soulflayer of the Knights Excelsior. I am here to tell you that this town will be purged and all officers will be incarcerated at the Black Fortress for further questioning.” At the mention of purge that was when the screams started, Gerhard even spotted a soldier flying across the door. The sounds of carnage began reverberating through the room. Stefan eyes went wide. “You can’t do this! H-How dare you! What of the Grand Conclave!?” Atticus cocked his head. “The Grand Conclave have no control over the Stormcasts. At least in Haven they don’t, wherever heresy and chaos gods go we the holy destroyers follow.” Atticus raised his hand and summoned forth chains of white light that shot towards them like a snake slithering snake. 

    Gerhard didn’t even struggle as the chains wrapped around him, his general screamed in agony as the chains touched him. He fell to the floor with a thud. Atticus then hefted him to his feet with the chains. “Do not resist general, if you do that will further prove your guilt.” Gerhard shook his head. “Y-You’re stormcasts…” Atticus eyes drifted to him. “Yes we are.” “T-Then why are you doing this?” The Lord Relictor chuckled but there was no mirth in his voice. “If you have to ask then you do not understand us.” 

    That was when one of the stormcasts behind Atticus came over and hefted him up with the chains as well. He was lead out of the office with his general. When he got outside the garrison itself was a charnel house, men and women were strewn across the floor. One was still alive and was crawling back screaming for his life, but the stormcast ignored their pleas as she bought her hammer down upon the soldier’s head without hesitation. 

    Now he understood what his general meant, now he understood the gravity of what he has done. 
     
     
    Act 2 
    Gerhard was lead through Haven with the other officers, the trip took several hours and they had to walk without any breaks. He could feel his feet throbbing in pain, but despite the pain what was shocking him was when men and women were running to their houses. Children were dragged from roads and stalls were abandoned as the Knight’s Excelsior marched them through the city. Despite all of this happening he noticed one thing that stood out, it’s been years since he has last been home but every single house and stall was covered in religious icons and parchment. 

    His eyes drifted to the stormcasts that escorted them, he knew they had something to do with it. “Look at what you’ve done.” Stefan hissed. The general was walking next to him, despite being surrounded by the white giants they are not stopping him from speaking. “I told you reporting the situation to the city would catch the attention of the wrong people!” He was not shouting, he was speaking in whispered tones. “As the years went by the Stormcasts grip on the city turned more firm, the Grand Conclave’s hands are tied you fool!” The general kept ranting, his heart was sinking but it collapsed completely once they reached the dreaded Black Fortress. 

    Gerhard has heard stories of stormkeeps, they were meant to be grand and beautiful bastions where the warriors of sigmar lived and watched over them. But beyond the bridge all he saw was a dark fort of black metal being manned by white giants, it seems in this area the light of Hysh was dead. Storm clouds covered this area in its entirety and it didn’t help either that it was raining despite the fact the rest of the city was enjoying summer. 

    They were then lead down the bridge and he noticed the stone bridge held statues of grim warriors both mortal and stormcast, he didn’t understand the significance of them. His mind was mainly still reeling at the thought of the Stormkeep. 

    Once they reached the spiked gates Atticus raised head upwards and called out. “Open the gates!” His voice cut through the wind and rain. The gates made a clunking sound and slowly they rose upwards. They were escorted into the courtyard and the sight of it filled his mind and heart with despair. Oubliettes dotted the field, stormcasts were throwing people into them and worst of all were the executions. Priests in white robes and Stormcasts were calling down lightning upon those who were tied to posts. The screams were too much, worst of all were the wails that erupted from the great building at the other side of the court. He dreaded to think of what was happening inside. Atticus turned them to and shouted. “Those who forsake the light of Sigmar will find no reprieve here! Unburden your heart so the blessed storm can take you sooner! If not...you will know the tears of Sigmar forever…” 

    As he finished speaking the stormcasts divided them and dragged them to oubliettes, they were stripped of armour and clothes. Gerhard shuddered in fear as the female who crushed his fellow soldier’s head opened the gate of an oubliette. “****** this! I haven’t done anything wrong!” Gerhard looked back to see another sergeant was trying to run for it, but a stormcast on the battlements who wielded a bow simply aimed and fired. As the arrow traveled through the air it turned into a lightning bolt and crashed into the fleeing sergeant. His screams were added to those on the wind as his blackened corpse fell onto the grass. 

    Gerhard eyes came back to the oubliette and that was when the stormcast escorting him started tearing off his gear. It only took her moments and once she was done she shoved him in. Gerhard fell onto the hard floor, as he staggered to his feet he looked up and he watched the gates close. That was when he started wailing he tried to reach up and the gate was several centimetres out of his reach. He even tried to jump and he still couldn’t reach it. 

    He began panicking while looking around but he was only met with cold stone. “Help me!” he cried out out. Rainwater poured down onto him through the gate, it was cold the biting kind but he kept screaming. “I didn’t do anything wrong!” He kept screaming, but deep down he knew his voice was just one more scream added to the wails of those incarcerated here. 
     
    Act 3
    He didn’t know how long he has been here for, he hugged himself while sitting on the ground, he was trying to push back the cold that gripped his body. He should be dead due to the temperature and rain but something or someone was keeping him alive. He had that intrinsic feeling that was the case and he cursed the person who was doing it. He sneezed and looked over to the small sack, it was full of soggy bread. He had several of them which were empty he hoped to use them to cover himself but it didn’t help keep out the cold. His stomach then growled but he forced it back, he knew the timeframes for when they were fed was random, there was no set time. Sometimes he would go through days of a sack not being dropped down to his prison. 

    It got to the point that he prayed all of this to end, but his survival instinct would kick in and he would stuff his food into his mouth. Gerhard then remembered what Atticus said, to unburden his heart then the torment would end. So he reflected, he thought back to when he was sixteen winters when his parents couldn’t find a job. Their status as reclaimed kept them from most jobs by the ayzerites who founded the city. 

    That was when he was approached by other youths who ran the street gangs, they were all reclaimed as well which fed into the vicious cycle that they could not be trusted. They told him if he ran with them his parents would live comfortable lives. All he had to was deliver gildweed to the black market and fight with them. Most wouldn’t refuse considering the conditions most non-azyrites live in. Yet he chose otherwise, he decided to enlist in a Freeguild, he was refused many times but he didn’t give up and eventually he was taken in by the Golden Lions. It was tough working with them considering his status but he bared it and made it to sergeant, he used that money to make sure his parents could see a ripe old age. He wondered what would they think once news travels that the Golden lions have been decimated by Sigmar’s chosen? He dwelled on his parents until he heard metal grating.

    Gerhard staggered up, gazing to the skies he could see the door to his oubliette has been opened. He would be happy but a stormcast was standing there, the giant reached down and grabbed him by the neck. Right away Gerhard clawed at the gauntlet but the giant pulled him up with ease. He then threw him to the grass, looking up he saw it was the Lord-Relictor. “Get him up.” Atticus said flatly. 

    He was surrounded by what looked to be humans in white robes. They hefted up by the arms and that was when the Lord Relictor turned from him and began walking to the main building. The humans followed after the Stormcast, Gerhard didn’t have the strength to walk but those in the white robes simply dragged him along. 

    When they entered the building the warmth crashed into him, the screams on the wind were silenced. 

    He started crying but that was short lived until his gaze fell upon a set of stairs, one was heading up and the other was heading downwards. Atticus walked to the stairs heading down and that was where he was dragged to, going down he picked up the sounds of more screams. His tears turned to ones of despair as he realised his torment was not going to end. When they reached the bottom of the steps he could see they were in a corridor, the walls were covered by great metal doors. The screams were coming from there, his heart shuddered as he was taken to one, he watched Atticus turn the handle of the door and opened it. He gestured into the room. 

    The white robed humans nodded and dragged him into the room. Gerhard spotted a large table and bench, there was also another white robed human standing in the corner. They were holding a large book, but what rattled his soul was her face was covered with tattoos. Her bald head held the sigil of the Knight’s Excelsior, the great sun with a crescent moon on top of it. She also had black lightning bolts tattooed over her eyes as well. 

    The ones dragging him set him down on the other side of the table and stood behind him. That was when Atticus came into the chamber and closed the door, he sat down across from him. That was when the female set the large book in front of the stormcast who opened it up. The leering skull and the blue eyes from Atticus caused Gerhard’s to wince in fear, he wanted to voice something to speak out against his treatment but no words would come. One look from the stormcast made him cease the attempt. “Do you know why you are here?” asked Atticus. Gerhard shook his head. “Let me tell you then.” the stormcast said flatly. “The Golden Lions are guilty of trading Gildweed to a cult belonging to the ruinous powers.” At the mention of cult his eyes went wide. “W-What?” Gerhard stammered. 

    The Lord Relictor simply turned the page of his tome. “General Stefan Goldstrike and the upper echelons have all been profiteering from this trade. Also I would like to add each had a grand amount of debt so the deal enticed them. This cult was stationed in the town of Strahafen.” Gerhard shook his head “I-I d-don’t understand. I never knew about this.” “That’s the surprising thing.” Atticus declared. “I suspect it has to do with your status as one of the reclaimed, but how ironic the group that is prone to corruption avoided it...Let me tell you why.” Gerhard rubbed his arms, it was far more warmer in this room but he could still feel the stinging cold somewhat. “I am not all that different from anyone else…” “But you are.” said the Lord-Relictor. He turned the page of the tome. “Let not the soul waver in the face of grey, it’s a tenant from the Shining Lord, the greatest among us in the Knights Excelsior. Do you know what that means?” Gerhard simply shook his head. “I don’t.” “It means that the soul wavers when it sees grey. We make excuses for why we do evil and trying to see grey leads to your soul being enshrouded with the blackness of heresy.” “Then...what of the people you killed? I am sure not all of them knew of what was going on in Strahafen.” Gerhard felt a measure of anger as he preached at him. 

    Here the stormcast was speaking of morality when they butchered a whole town. Atticus chuckled, it was most likely he was seeing his anger. “It’s quite simple.” said Atticus. “They were all guilty, we have been investigating this town for quite some time. All knew of the missing patrols, murders and trade issues but none thought to do anything about it. They made excuses, I am too scared to get involved, I don’t want to ruin my position, I have a family to take care of.” “There were children, did you kill them as well?” Gerhard said firmly. 

    Silence reigned the chamber, the Lord-Relictor simply turned the page of his tome. “Evil succeeds when good men and women do nothing. It’s that simple, that’s why we kill everyone.” Atticus declared. “Such people shouldn’t raise the young, the parents habits are imprinted into the children. Even so there was one white soul in the town. It was you.” “Me?” “Yes you, the plan to purge the city was in place for weeks but when I received your report our Lord-Veritant suggested that we shouldn’t kill you. I decided to take a look into your background and it further proved your soul is white, you don’t see grey. When you could’ve taken the easy road you didn’t. When you were enticed by crime you chose service. When you saw something was wrong you didn’t choose the dark powers you chose Sigmar.” 

    The Lord Relictor closed the tome. “So now you must make another choice.” Gerhard knew what this meant. He looked slightly back to those in white robes and then back to Atticus. “You want me to work here, don’t you?” he said flatly. The Lord-Relictor said nothing. The silence confirmed it, Gerhard looked down to his pale skin. “I will be helping you torture people…” “You will be torturing heretics.” “Isn’t that still wrong?” “Not against them mortal, for their souls are black.” Gerhard clenched his hands, who was he to gain say the chosen of sigmar? He hoped that maybe, just maybe there was a proper reason for their actions. “Fine...I will help you.” 

    The Lord Relictor turned his head to the female. “Agatha get Gerhard a white robe. Have him cleansed and brought to the courtyard.” The woman simply nodded. “Yes lord.” Gerhard watched the stormcast rise and walk over to the door, once he left his mind started to race with questions, he wondered what he meant by cleansed?
     
    Act 4 
    Gerhard stood in the courtyard with his brothers and sisters. His hair has been shaved, he was almost drowned by a lector through a sacred cleansing and now he earned his white robe. Underneath it he wore a small amount of armour and a sword was attached to his belt. Yet what he found strange was the rain wasn’t cold anymore. When Agatha explained what he was now a part of it didn’t sound that bad. Essentially they were an auxiliary Freeguild attached to the Knights Excelsior called the White Templars. Agatha said this specific stormhost has the greatest trouble finding mortals to fight with them, very few meet their standards. Thinking on the bar required to serve them Gerhard didn’t think it was that high. He just wanted to help his family and be productive, that’s it. 

    He focused on Stefan who was now emaciated. When their eyes met the general started shouting at him. “Traitor! Siding with murderers!” Gerhard winced, Stefan continued to spit venom at him but that was silenced as Atticus came forward. He was holding a great staff with a skeleton embedded into it, he told him that it used to be a battle companion who fought to the bitter end to help found this city. But his name was forgotten, nobles have torn down his statues and replaced them with statues of their own likeness. Agatha placed her hand on his shoulder. “Ignore the infidel, he seeks to push his sins upon you.” “He is making excuses to why he is now here.” Gerhard said flatly. “Indeed he is, now watch. Lord Atticus will summon the storm to tear him asunder.” Gerhard gulped, he was not sure if he was ready to see this. 

    The Lord-Relictor raised his staff and shouted to the heavens. “Know that you bought forth Sigmar’s fury. He placed his trust in you to serve his grand dream! Yet you chose to work with those who would unravel that sacred task! Feel his fury made manifest!” Lightning began to thread the clouds, and line of lightning shot down towards Atticus’ stave. The blue light almost blinded Gerhard, at least it felt like it. Still he could see Atticus clearly the smell of clean rainwater intensified and at the same time his skin tingled as lightning arced around them. None of it touched them but within the crackling it was like a presence was there. He could feel that someone out there was angry and also sad. Gerhard did not get much of a chance to explore this since Stefan started to scream. Stefan howled and wailed and the smell of burnt flesh forced its way into his nostrils. Once his screams faded so did the blue light, Atticus stepped aside and all that was left of his general was a blackened corpse. 

    Gerhard clutched his white robe, part of him wanted to think he didn’t deserve such a fate but in the end he traded with their enemies for coin. Who knows what the cult could of done with the gildweed? What bothered him most of all was why would anyone trade with followers of the ruinous powers? Questions upon questions railed his mind until the Lord-Relictor approached. “Even in the end he sought to blame someone else, not even once did he reflect upon what he has done. Now he is fodder for the dark masters he aided.” Atticus said flatly. “You will seek to find answer but it’s simple. He was a greedy and evil man who put his vices ahead of Sigmar’s dream. A dream where the realms are free of chaos. If you desire that dream...look upon him with scorn and hatred. His blackened husk is the same colour of his soul...remember that Gerhard.” The Lord-Relictor walked past him, attending to the next execution with the others. 

    Gerhard dwelled on what the stormcast told him. Deep down he had to admit he was right, Stefan was respected and achieved a position of trust. He squandered that. He then quickly made the sign of the hammer and turned to follow after everyone. 
  10. shinros

    Beasts of the Dark

    By shinros,

    Act 1
    She strode into the war room, the minions of chaos were hammering at the gates of her city. Her husband was already dead by the second battle. The mutated throngs of the dark gods would not find cowards once the walls fall she wanted to ensure that. Looking around the table she hoped to see the generals of Dasivar to be with her on that front but she was wrong. All she saw were men and women cowering at the end. She ignored them and looked down to the map of the city. “We need to set traps, fire bombs at least to bleed them while they make their way to the palace.” She said firmly.
    One of her generals spoke up “we used them up when the first wave hit our walls Lady Catherine.” At the mention of the loss of the firebombs she cursed. “Then we face them directly, we fight and we die. But will curse their masters as we go.” Her words simply caused nervous glances, another general coughed. It was Lady Abigail, her armour was dirty and worn from battle but her gaze was still defiant. “There is another option my queen.” “Oh? What other option is there?” “We could parley, the barbarian who leads them he said if we sta-” “No! How dare you! My husband gave his life, our sons and daughters are giving up their lives and you wish us to surrender!?” The general tried to speak up, but she would not let her. “Enough! Remove your cape, you are no general of mine!” Abigail stared her down and that was when she felt a sharp pain in her side. She looked down to see a dagger has been lodged into her waist, through the gap of her armour.
    Catherine staggered back from the table, she looked back slightly to see one of her general’s baring a panicked looked on his face. “I-I am sorry my queen. We’ve all agreed…” “Just hurry up and end it!” Abigail shouted. She strode around the table dagger in hand, the rest of the generals fell upon her. Knives dove in and out puncturing her body again and again. Catherine tried to avoid screaming, she wanted to look defiant but all she could do was spit venom. She called them traitors, oathbreakers and slaves to the dark powers.
     
    That was when a spear of lightning crashed through the ceiling, her eyes were enveloped by a blue light and around her she could hear the screams of the traitors as their skin was burnt away. Catherine smiled in satisfaction.
    Her eyes fluttered open, sweat creased her brow. Caterine sat up from the bed and cursed. “I hate that dream.” She groaned in annoyance as she left her bed. She walked to the small shrine of Sigmar that was placed in the corner of her room. She knelt and muttered her morning prayers. Once she was done she looked up and stared at the small rendition of Ghal Maraz, but chiefly she was looking at her reflection in the golden hammer. She ignored her short cropped hair and lean face, she focused on the scars that lined her pale flesh. These scars have been with her each reforging, she expected them to disappear like most of the scars she received during her campaigns but these ones still linger. Caterine looked down to her side, staring at the scar that laid there simply caused her anger to build. She cursed again and stood up right, she strode over to the armour stand that held her gleaming white sigmarite plate.
    She thought to call her retainer who was lingering outside but decided against it, as always she puts on her armour by herself despite the difficulty. As she began the long process her mind dwelled on the mortals within the Black Fortress. She couldn’t understand why Garis the leader of their brotherhood started seeking mortal help. Ever since the realm gate wars they have required no one, she actually longed for that time again at least it was far more simple than watching over a city.
    For when the city of Haven was founded that was when mortals as always show their true colours. They choose to blacken their hearts again and again, then they have to deal with it. None of them could understand the sacrifice and pain that was required to reach this point and the mortals of today are squandering it.
    Finally she reached for helmet, it was plumed and held the comet of sigmar to mark her as Liberator-prime. She turned it over, gazing at the frowning face. In truth the helm matches what they are, when people look upon them they see the face of Sigmar. It was not a face that promised peace but destruction that was what she thought. She then turned it back and placed the helmet on her head and went to fasten the straps. Once the straps were in place she walked over to her weapon stand and picked up her warhammer and attached it to her black leather belt.
     
    She then picked up her shield and held it her hand left hand. Now fully armed she left her chamber and standing in front of her was her retainer, Turid. Her blonde hair was braided and her face was tattooed with ayzerite script. She bowed. “My lady.” “What is it?” Caterine said curtly. The mortal rose, whether she was offended she didn’t show it. She never did. “The White Seraph wishes to see you.” Turid declared flatly.
     
    The summons was a surprise, but why the White Seraph didn’t personally approach her was another minor annoyance. “Very well, I will go and see him. You are dismissed for the day.” Turid bowed again and walked away. Once she was gone Caterine walked the other direction, the commanders lodging was on the third floor, the fourth floor was heavily guarded since that was where the Shimmershift realm gate was housed.
    Caterine made her way to the staircase, passing by follow stormcasts on the way. They all gave curt nods or greeted her with single terms such as sister or prime. As she reached the staircase she started to wonder what the White Seraph wanted, it was evident he was going to send her on another errand. One where she was most likely cleaning up another mortal mess.
    She then began to go up the stairs, along the way her annoyance increased with each thought of what type of mission was in store for her. Caterine then arrived in a hallway and took the left corridor. The White Seraph’s office was the third door on the right, when she arrived she hoped it was something trivial. She knocked on the door with the back of her hand.
    Caterine picked up the sounds of locks moving and as the door opened she caught sight of Lord-Veritant Cardor the White Seraph. He stood aside and gestured in. “Please come in sister.” Despite the grim nature of his work his voice was soft almost warm it was something she has always found strange. She nodded to him. “Thank you brother.” She stepped inside the room, it was replete with book shelves, tables held icons of sigmar and his desk was covered with reports.
    Yet what had her surprised was the mortal playing with Cardor’s gryph-hound. He was kneeling and stroking it’s head. It was clear to her he was not part of their auxiliary freeguild. The mortal wore leather armour and had a crossbow was strapped to his back. It was not the single shot kind but the repeater variant held by aelves, she guessed he most likely bought it on the black market despite a the twin-tailed comet charm hanging on it’s side.
    Cardor closed the door and walked to her side, that was when the mortal stood up right. The gryph-hound chirped and ran back to his master. “So I assume the reason you called me has something to do with this mortal?” Caterine stated. The White Seraph nodded “yes it is.” he gestured to the human. “This is Adrian flogovar. He’s...a hunter of sort.” Caterine took measure of him, he had a stubble and bags claimed his eyes. His black hair was also dirty as well, it was evident he has been sleeping rough. “What does he hunt?” she asked. “Beasts darlin, I hunt beasts.” Adrian spoke up, she thought it was brave that he pushed into their conversation and calling her darling. “I wasn’t talking to you.” “Well I thought I was going to get help with dealin with a certain situation. Spent almost a week camping outside your fortress, screamin for someone to let me in.” Cardor chuckled “your help has arrived Adrian. This is Liberator-Prime Caterine Whiteheart she will help you, along with her retinue.”
    Caterine didn’t like being pushed into a mission she knew little about. She grunted “before we get ahead of ourselves can you at least tell me what is going on?” Cardor sighed and walked around to his desk, he picked up a piece of paper. “Several young men and women have been going missing over the last few months.” Caterine nodded “I see...this relates to our mortal how?” “I am getting to that.” said Cardor. “Over those said months corpses have been found, drained of blood. Plus in the same general area normal corpses have been found as well.” She didn’t like the sound of drained corpses. “So how do the normal corpses relate to the ones that have been drained?” she asked. That was when the White Seraph gestured the paper to Adrian. “These corpses upon examination held crossbow bolt wounds, I assume this was the handiwork of our mortal.” “So he is a murderer?” “No I am not a murderer.” Adrian said flatly. “They were working with those I am huntin. The order of ayzr is useless and called me a madman, the guards are most likely in the beasts pockets so I came to you. I think I finally got a bead on their hideout. Being only a mortal I wouldn’t be able to take all of them on by myself.” Caterine narrowed her eyes at the man. “How did you get the information on their hideout?” “Simple, from the men I killed. Took awhile to get them talkin. I tell you that darlin.”    
    Cardor sighed again “so it leads to this. Investigate the hideout with the mortal and act accordingly.” She didn’t like this the order of ayzr could be right despite their weakness. Adrian could be a madman, yet the White Seraph feels this must be important enough to investigate. “Very well my lord I will look it into it.”
     
    She then glared at the human due to her helm he did not notice it. But if the situation was serious she hoped he would not get in the way.
     
    Act 2
    Caterine walked through the city with her retinue, Adrian strode at her side. The streets were largely empty due to the storm, most likely the populace think her brotherhood are upset about something. What the mortals don’t understand is that the rain was Sigmar’s tears and the lightning and thunder was his anger. The fact the storm clouds have descended upon the rest of the city and blocked the light of Hysh meant that perhaps the mortal with her was onto something. They marched down the cobbled streets until the mortal had them stop in front of a tavern. It was made from wood and the sign said. Gary’s Grotto. Caterine shook her head. “Is this the place?” Adrian simply smirked at her. “Yes it is, now let’s head inside.”
    They walked through the flapping doors and right away the smell of ale and sweat greeted her nose. She looked around, eyes went down to drinks, men and women stopped playing cards and exchanged glances. Adrian paid no mind to this and walked up to the bar counter. Caterine did the same and was right behind the mortal with her retinue. She was about to say something to the bartender who was sweating profusely but the mortal was ahead of her. “So...tell me Gary, what are you hidin?” “I am not hiding anything! Everything I do here is legal!” Gary glanced up to her. There was a scar over his eye and he had a thick brown beard. Adrian shook his head “so...how about you let us look at your basement storage? Sure your not hidin anythin..” “T-There’s nothing there.” Gary stammered out.
    Caterine grew tired of discussion and started to walk around the bar counter she could see a door that lead into the back. “W-What are you doing!?” The bartender shouted. “Doing my duty.” Caterine responded firmly. “If you impede me I assume you are hiding something, which will not help you when you are taken to the Black Fortress.” At the mention of the fortress the bartender’s eyes went wide, he then narrowed them. Suddenly the fear vanished. His gaze turned firm. “Stop them!” he screeched.
    Everyone in the bar rose from tables, Adrian didn’t waste time he unslung his crossbow from his back and fired into the bartender sending him to the ground. He then hopped over the counter and started firing at the approaching bar attendees. Caterine frowned “advance! Crush the heretics!” They all drew their warhammers and waded into the mortals. Caterine spotted one heretic coming at her with a blade, swinging it madly. She bashed them back with her shield, the cracking of bone greeted her ears as she sent the mortal hurtling towards a table. The human crashing upon the table did not stop the others, even as she raised her warhammer to crush the skull of another mortal. Despite the ease of killing them she knew something was wrong, there was no fear just a frenzy to see them dead. Like they were protecting something.
    The melee lasted only a few moments, the men and women they killed were but thugs. She turned towards the counter and Adrian’s head popped up. “What did I tell you darlin? I bet you were doubting me.” “Shut up and lead on.” The mortal shrugged and gestured. “Follow me.” He lead them to the back, there were stairs leading to the underground storage where ale was meant to be kept but Caterine suspected something sinister was at work.
    Entering the basement it was full of barrels containing ale, but Adrian led them to a second set of stairs. At the bottom of it was a door that was chained. “So they are hiding something….” Caterine declared. She walked down the steps with her Retinue, the mortal didn’t seem to mind this. When she was before the door she brought up her warhammer and smashed door the with a few blows. Once it was down there was a further set of stairs leading downwards. “Be on guard” she ordered.
    She raised her shield and hammer and descended the steps. Reaching the bottom she noticed the walls and floor were cobbled and the hallway was dimly lit up with braziers that burned with purple fire.
    They all carefully advanced down the hallway, that was when she picked up the sound of muffled screeching. The sound steadily crept towards them until out of the dark bats rushed out screeching angrily at them. Caterina caught grunts from her retinue but what she found most annoying was the obfuscation of sight. Once the bats and flown by she looked ahead to see two individuals standing before them. One was female and the other was male, both were pale complexion and they wore red baroque armour. The two individuals were also holding ornate blades. “Oh dear sister look at what has happened, rats have scurried into the lair.” said the male. “It is indeed annoying dear brother, I am quite sure mother will be upset about this.” “But mother will be quite happy if we dispatch the rats.” The male smiled showing fangs.
    Caterina shouted right away “form up! Vam-” She didn’t get to finish both were charging down the hallway at abnormal speed. The female slid under his legs and a few moments later she caught the sound of an anguished cry, lightning was now crashing up and down the corridor until it turned back the way they came. She was about to twist behind her but the male bringing his blade down upon her shield drew her full attention. “Abominable creature!” Caterina hissed. She pushed the vampire back, he was grinning ear to ear like this was a game. “Do try to keep up tyrant!” the male vampire spat.
    He went in again but this time he was thrusting, the speed was too great all she could do was defend. If Cardor was here they would of been able to deal with these creatures easily. “Close your eyes!” It was Adrian, she didn’t know what he was going to do but for some reason she agreed. Her eyes slid close that was when she heard a clang and despite her eyes being closed she caught the hint of a blue light. Once the light ebbed away frenzied screeching erupted in the hallway.
    She opened her eyes and the male vampire was staggering back his skin was burnt, his yellow eyes were red with fury and now the creature revealed it’s true bestial form. Caterina took the opportunity before her, she strode forward and brought down her hammer upon the vampire. She sent him thundering to the ground, she didn’t stop there she kept up her assault. Breaking his limbs, caving in his armour and finally she bought down her hammer upon his head silencing the monster permanently.                
    She looked back to see her brothers and sisters had the right idea, each of them were covered in nicks and scratches from the female vampire’s blade, but just like her brother she was dead. Adrian picked up a round sphere next to her corpse and held it up. “I am glad that I bought this.” Caterina was about to question what the device was, most likely another item from the black market. She thought it would be a good idea to take the mortal in for questioning after this situation was done. “We need to move.” she is said flatly. Adrian gave her a curt nod, her retinue simply fell back into formation.  
    They continued walking down the corridor, she hoped they would not encounter anymore vampires. She had a feeling that Adrian's device only worked once.
     
    Act 3

    The corridor so far was a straight line but steadily Caterina picked up the sounds of panicked voices. This was when the mortal seemed to turn grim. “We are almost there…” his voice was breaking slightly. She could see he had a personal stake in this. “So tell me mortal, most would not go hunting after vampires. What drew you to this profession?” Her question caused Adrian to smirk. “That’s a long story darlin, one I don’t think I have time to tell at the moment.” If the mortal wanted to keep his secrets that’s down to him, but she suspected she would learn of them soon enough when he is imprisoned within the fortress. 
    The corridor lead them into a strange underground church. It was replete with bone-like statues and at the altar the face of the lord of death loomed over them all. Caterina would take time to examine this if it wasn’t for the fact a group of young men and women were clustered near the altar. When they approached Adrian came to the front. “Lisa! Come out!” From the group of fearful mortals a young woman with brown hair pushed through, when her eyes fell upon Adrian she held the look of shock but it slowly gave way to fear. Tears started to build in her eyes. “Papa!” She shouted. 
    Now Caterina could see what this was about, a father seeking to rescue his child at least that was what she thought before Adrian pointed his crossbow at the woman she assumed to be Lisa. “Stay back!” Lisa froze. “I-I thought you were coming here to rescue me?” Adrian started to cry, but strangely his tears to her seemed more real. “Let’s speak about your mother, do you know what happened to her?” Lisa frowned “t-the vampires killed her…” “Liar!” he shouted. Caterina wanted to reach for the crossbow, she had to keep him from killing anyone for the young men and women had information they could use. “Stop!” he shouted. She froze in place, it was evident he was addressing her. “J-Just let me speak to her. Alright d-darlin?” Caterina sighed “very well.”  
    Adrian smirked. “T-Thanks...I-I am going to ask you again Lisa. What happened to your mother? What happened to my wife...she was stabbed nine times. I was happy coming home to see you after a campaign, I came home to see my wife dead and my daughter missing.” Caterina noted going by what Adrian just said that he was most likely a deserter from a local freeguild, he would have to be questioned about that as well. Chiefly though Lisa was fidgeting. In her eyes the evidence was damning, this looks like a cult than a place where young men and women gathered by vampires and their thralls. 
    Adrian lowered his crossbow “y-your silence is the answer, t-those monsters most likely promised you immortality right? That you live in finery and that you would never be p-poor again? A-Am I right?” Adrian quickly turned away from his daughter. “D-Dammit!” He squatted and simply screamed his lungs out. 
    Caterina let the man grieve for now. Her eyes swept over the traitors. “Surround them.” she ordered. Her retinue took positions around the young men and women, one sought to run but a liberator split his head open before he could take a few steps. That death cowed the rest, her eyes then moved to Adrian who was rising. “We are leaving.” “Alright darlin..I am right behind you.” 
    They did not encounter any resistance on the way back, when they stepped back onto the streets there was a crowd but the sight of her along with her retinue caused the townspeople to flee. Standing outside in the rain she watched Adrian look up. “Maybe this is just a bad dream eh?” He looked down to his daughter then his gaze drifted to her. “I bet you want to take me in as well right?” Caterina nodded. “Yes, you are still a murderer, deserter and traded through the black market. Now drop your weapon.” The mortal was still holding his crossbow, they were a few paces apart. She hoped he would do the right thing. She has been let down many times in the past. 
    She watched Adrian sigh, he dropped the crossbow and took a step towards her. He didn’t get the chance to take the second, a blue light claimed her sight and thunder roared above her. Once the light dimed, the mortal was gone. She looked up to the skies and now they were clearing, letting the light of Hysh break through. Caterina chuckled to herself. “How strange...is that all it took?” She then faced her retinue. “We are heading back to the Black Fortress, keep an eye on the heretics brothers and sisters!” 
    The traitors were now trembling in fear, they were right to do so. Their death’s won’t come easy, they will soon learn all the stories about their fortress was true.
     
  11. shinros

    The Whisperer of the End

    By shinros,

    Act 1
    He grasped his burnt arm as he ran down the alleyways, flipping over fences and walls with ease. Despite his superhuman vigour the one who sought his death wielded weapons that sap his vitality. He quickly made a corner and planted his back on the wall, he moved his black cloak aside revealing his charred arm. He cursed under his breath looking at the injury. “Dammit Anghel, you got sloppy…” he hissed in a hushed tone. He bought his cloak around himself and continued his escape. He was in the process of gathering new converts among the poorer and middle class districts but the gathering was interrupted by the white tyrants. He has encountered them many times in the past, they were lumbering fools that were easily avoided but the one chasing him now was different. He was a hunter.  
    The irony of this situation didn’t escape him, he thought the twins were weaklings and fools for allowing themselves to be killed despite being blessed by the soulblight. Now being caught in this situation the blood of Nagash was acting as a hindrance. He grunted in annoyance while flipping over another walled fence. When his feet touched the ground the beggars in the alleyway became startled. They blinked in confusion while they sat in their own filth, Anghel smiled staring at the mortals he could feel his fangs brushing against his tongue. “Well beggars can’t be choosers…” he said in amusement. When he took the first few steps he caught the sound of clatter from the rooftops. He froze and looked up, nothing was there. He grimaced as his eyes came down again, he decided to sniff the air and strangely he could pick up the smell of clean rain water despite the filth that gripped the alleyway. “Clean rain water…” he mumbled. His eyes went wide, he looked up again to see a white giant standing on the rooftop, his armour colour was at odds with the night Ulgu provided like it was pushing the darkness back. The tyrant was also covered in furs and held an axe in one hand and a monsterous crossbow in the other. He jumped from the roof and planted his hand on the wall, as he came down sparks flew in the air. 
    Anghel moved to run, but the white tyrant pushed himself from the wall and charged into him planting him against the other side of the alleyway. The white tyrant now had his arm against his throat, the pressure was immense. Anghel tried to claw at his gauntlet, but it would spark with lighting causing his hands to rear back. “Caught you at last little leech...” The giant stepped back, freeing him. Anghel didn’t question it he decided to race down the alleyway, before he could take a few steps he was tumbling to the ground. Threads of pain ripped through his legs, he looked back to them to see they were charred like his arm. The white tyrant was walking towards him, his hand crossbow was smoking, Anghel cursed that infernal device. 
    He looked on ahead he decided to crawl, he had to escape no matter the cost. He barely moved a few inches before a boot came down upon his back. He grunted in pain. He turned his head back slightly to see the tyrant looming over him. “You thought hidin amongst the filth would keep you from me?” The giant looked on ahead. “Didn’t I tell you darlin? I could catch the leech by myself.” The sounds of heavy footsteps thrummed through Anghel’s ears, more white giants pierced the darkness of the alleyway. The ones he escaped from.
    They were not covered in furs but wore the simple white plate like all the white tyrants do, just by the form of the leader he could tell she was female. “How many times have I told you not to call me that?” she growled. His pursuer shrugged “I just thought it would be appropriate since we get on so well after all. See? Look.” He pointed his axe at him for emphasis.  “I caught the leech alive, I tell you he was quite slippery.” “Adrianus, enough. Let us just take the leech to the Black Fortress.” Anghel found it perplexing how they spoke of him like a simple animal, he gritted his teeth. “I won’t say anything…” He glanced at the beggars and shouted “Look people of Haven! See the tyrants! Hunting me like an animal!” He could see fear in the eyes of the beggars and as his mother taught him even the lowest mortal can bring a cascade of change. Planting one small seed can spark a rebellion.
    His pursuer shook his head he raised his hand crossbow and pointed it at a mortal, it barked with blue light as he killed all of the beggars in the alleyway in quick succession. His gaze then came back to him. “What were you sayin leech?” How the tyrant casually executed the mortals surprised him, he didn’t care for their lives they were a means to and end. “You killed them?” Anghel said in disbelief. “Of course.” said the female tyrant. “You tried to show them something other than Sigmar, so they may have been potentially compromised. Now.. you are coming with us.”
    The white giants surrounded him, he tensed and readied himself for the hell that was to come. 
     
     

    Act 2  
    “Fire again.” The blue bolts crashed into his flesh Anghel shrieked. His pursuer was tormenting him at the order of the tyrant wielding a staff topped with a strange lantern. It didn’t help that due to being crucified on the cell wall each bolt caused him to shudder, making his arms move on the nails that were rammed through his wrists. The nails burned his flesh he wondered what sort of enchantment the tyrants wove upon them. Anghel narrowed his eyes at the lantern wielding stormcast. “So the Cardor the White Seraph personally comes to question me? What an honour.” he said with a mocking tone. The tyrant didn’t seem to pick up on his barb, he walked over to a table and opened up a large tome. “Your cult has been busy.” he said flatly. 
    Anghel glanced at Adrianus “so are you going to have your dog shoot me if I don’t answer your questions?” “No.” answered Cardor. “He can actually shoot you as many times as he wants as long as he doesn’t kill you.” The hunter looked back. “W-Wait, I can?” The White Seraph simply gave a curt nod. This caused his pursuer to fire his crossbow several times, Anghel lurched on the nails. He couldn’t help but scream as his body burned due to the bolts.  The White Seraph then spoke calmly “You will answer my questions and if you do we will kill you quickly. If not…” “Pah!” shouted Anghel “I won’t talk! No matter what you do to me...” Cardor shrugged “if you don’t I will swap Adrianus with the Soulflayer, trust me you wouldn’t want him torturing you. I assume you have heard him correct?”
    At the mention of Soulflayer he frowned, the stories were that he could burn souls to ashes with lighting or turn them inside out. “Are the stories true then?” Anghel asked. Cardor chuckled to his question. “Do you want to find out?” A frown was now tucking at Anghel’s lips. He knew death would not be the end, not after what is coming to the realms. “You can’t stop it.” he said flatly. “We are simply keeping your eyes from the grander prize, that’s it.” “Grander prize?” He picked up a hint of surprise in the White Seraph’s voice. “Yes a great one, a cataclysm so great that the dead will ru-” He couldn’t say anything more. 
    He felt another presence in his mind. “You dare betray me?” The voice was ancient, his voice was like the grating of autumn leaves. Panic washed over him. “No! I would never! P-Please!” “You dare give them some inkling of my grand design? Your mother should of taught you better. Your life is forfeit.” A sense of hollowness ripped through his body, he jerked in his bonds as gouts of purple flame poured out of his mouth. The pain was horrific, he could feel a great skeleton hand grasping his heart. It squeeze it slowly he could feel blood running down his eyes, his vision turned blurry he could make out the White Seraph raising his lantern but the blue light was smothered by a purple haze. 
    Slowly his vision darkened and eventually he saw nothing save a great skeleton maw that sought to devour him whole.
    ***
    Cardor stared at the corpse of the vampire. He was mess, purple drool replaced the flames and his eyes were matted with blood. What had him worried was when the blood reached his chest it formed the face of death itself. Adrianus looked back to him. “So...what do we do now?” The White Seraph shook his head. “I think this is far more bigger than a cult.”
     
  12. shinros

    Chapter 1

    By shinros,

    Well...a mate of said if I want to enjoy newer armies I have to upgrade my hobby and invest in hobby materials, like storage etc. Which I did so...I decided to do kharadron. Always said I wanted to do an army of em, which I am now doing. So...yeah hope people like this. 
    Chapter 1 
    The air was murky as always, it was slightly dense and thick in the sense that it causes you to breath more harshly. Even if you are wearing a helm, the eternal dusk and night of the twilight plains makes journeys difficult as well. But such challenges are meant to be taken head on, defeating challenges while making money is the only way to earn mehret. Ulfar turned the wheel of the ironclad, he looked up to the look out he shouted at the old Aethric-Navigator and his friend Thungi Khazadson. His silver armour glinted despite the darkness, wind currents swept around his form as he clutched his Zephyrscope. “Thungi! How close are we to Daleshire!?” The Aethric-Navigator looked down to him, he removed his helm displaying his aged countenance, his brown beard also holds grey hairs. “No need to shout. I am just several metres above you.” Ulfar shrugged, normally he has to shout because he has no idea whether he is praying or not, his form of praying is listening to the currents seeking out the voice of Grungni. 
    Such a practice has been long forgotten by the Kharadron save those of Barak-Thryng, they venerate the ancestor gods to this day. It’s partly why Thungi is serving on his ship, no one wants him due to him being so old fashioned. But he liked that, he prefers to work with those who will honour their word and seek profit without tarnishing their duardin spirit. 
    Their skyport Barak-Dum are far more pragmatic compared to others, some call them cutthroats and even Barak-Mhornar turn their noses up at them. He personally hated it but it had to be this way since they live in Ulgu. A land of shadows, half truths and unknown horrors. It does not help either that they have a trade deal with Morathi the Shadow Queen. He had to admit it’s a lucrative deal, but there are costs to shaking hands with an aelf, an aelf that worships a god of war and blood. 
    He frowned “Well at least you are not praying, we have to be focused.” Thungi placed his helm back on, he left the look out and walked down the steps. Now that he was with him at the helm the old duardin shook his head. “We are only doing this because Barangor desires to seek out more lucrative tasks. This is a distraction.” “Aye, but what we are doing is important. Daleshire harvests gloomsweed, the medicinal properties of the root works wonders on injuries and having a great amount of it is useful for long voyages. They stopped trading with us recently and Barangor wants to know why.” Ulfar then heard the clanging of magnetised boots, the ironclad’s Aether-Khemit Mordin Logansson strode up to him, he shook his head. “We could seek some aether-gold on the side. I can smell a stream a few miles away.” Ulfar sighed “No Mordin.” he said firmly. 
    Mordin cocked his head slightly, the gesture looked strange with his helm. The long tubes used to aid in sniffing out aether-gold always caused him to shiver slightly. He stared the Aether-Khemist in the eye “Honour is everything.” he lived by that tenet, breathed it. “The task comes first, we won’t wander off the beaten road. The Admiral placed his trust in us.” Thungi nodded in agreement “despite my issues with the Admiral, Ulfar is correct. Honour the work before us, honour the agreement. If Daleshire stopped trading with us due to outside sources then there will be grudges to settle.” Ulfar grinned, that was another thing he liked about Thungi. He also enjoyed settling grievances, Ulfar even has his own personal grudge log strapped to his belt. 
    Then came another voice “I just want this to be done so we can return to the fleet.” A endrinrigger floated towards them. His aether-endrin strapped to his back gave off a soft hum. Ulfar grimaced, he was lucky that he was wearing his helmet so the Mizzenmaster could not see what expression he was making. As captain his rule is absolute, but Durak Hergarsson questions him all the time even when a course of action is agreed to. The troublesome endrinrigger is only on his ship for one reason alone. He is a black sheep among other captains of Barak-Dum, Durak’s endrinriggers were the only ones of the Endrineers Guild who had the desire to join his crew. But it was clearly obvious to him that Durak is Barangor’s eyes, for he had to admit he has not bought in much profit since becoming captain. 
    That was one fact he wanted to change quickly. “We should not do anything hasty when we arrive. I say we get a gauge of the situation and report back to the admiral.” Ulfar snorted “It seems you would like to lead Durak.” The Mizzenmaster’s red eye lenses fell upon him. “It’s just a suggestion captain.” “I heard your suggestion, now get back to what you were doing before.” Durak shook his head “fine, I will go back to doing check ups.” He flew back over the edge, Ulfar could hear his rivet gun firing, he nodded in satisfaction. 
    Thugni sighed “he is the problem with our sky-port.” “Nothing will change Thungi.” Ulfar said in slight annoyance. They had this discussion several times, he personally did not place much stock in gods they were never there when they are needed. He always believed at the end of the day you had to rely on oneself over other people fixing things for you. The old Aetheric-Navigator clutched his staff. “I know, but don’t you think Grungni is sad looking at us? What have we thrown away for the sake of shares? Barak-Dum doesn’t even follow the code properly either.” Ulfar narrowed his eyes, he had to agree with him there. The Admiral council use the code only when it suits them, but all know they are focused on lining their pockets. 
    Saying such a thing out loud would ensure you would never walk on another air-ship again. You would be reduced to a dock worker which is more or a less a death sentence for any of the Kharadron within Barak-Dum. The life of the dock worker is hard, you struggle to get by. He knows this, he had to watch his father waste away because he failed the musterpress three times. 
    His sky-port worked his father to death. Which is an an eternal Dammaz for him. It’s why he could never respect the admirals, the councils or the guilds. It’s clear also he gets stuck with all the poor jobs since he has a feeling that his Admiral desires wans him to fail. Modrin shook his head “stop thinking about it.” “I know Mordin.” Ulfar said dryly. Thugni chuckled “Calm your nerves captain, Grungni will give us a chance one day, I know it.” Ulfar wished he could believe, but a mix of pragmatism and being realistic he knew that his prospects would not change while being a part of Barak-Dum. 
    An Arkanaut at the aftcastle shouted and pointed to the distance “Captain we are here!” Thungi rushed up to the look out. With the aid of his Zephyrscope and spy-glass he nodded. “Aye! We are are few miles from Daleshire!” Ulfar clutched the wheel of the ironclad. 
    “Now let us see what the problem is…” 
    Ulfar stood before the town Mayor, the houses were damaged like they have been under attack and all the people were hiding away in their homes. Only the Mayor has decided to meet them in the plaza, Mordin sniffed around. “Magic is in the air captain.” Thungni nodded in agreement “Aye, I can feel the currents have been pulled and bended.” Ulfar shook his head, “So tell me Mayor Balvor, what has exactly happened to your town?” Durak flew down, to him. “I think we should get to the point captain…” “Be quiet. I am talking to the Mayor.” The mixenmasster looked away slightly “very well.” 
    Balvor looked frail, his fair skin was ashen. “It was….shadows. Shadows came and took our people away.” “Shadows?” Ulfar was confused. He knew of the shadow-daemons that lurk in the dark places of Ulgu, but they never attack towns unless someone directs them. “We have no one to farm the gloomsweed. The shadows keep coming and snatching our people away. M-Maybe...we angered Malerion somehow?” He snorted as he said that. “Doubt it, gods tend to move when it only interests them. This smells like someone interfering with our trade deal. Know this Balvor, I will get your people back.” The Mayor looked at him in surprise. “W-Why?” “Honour is everything that’s why. The one is attacking you is harming both of us, we need the gloomsweed and you need your people. Your livelihood is being attacked, our livelihood is being attacked.” The manling started to cry, he wiped his face. “I never expected you to help us...I thought…” “That we would abandon you?” Ulfar spat on the ground. “Others would, but not me. I protect our trade partners.” Ulfar removed his grudge log from his belt, he opened the small cylinder container holding his quill. He flicked through to a fresh page, he then wrote. 
    Let it be known that I Ulfar Grumsson will hereby avenge the attack upon Daleshire, these “shadows” attacked the Kharadron, attacked Barak-Dum. Punishment shall be meted out. 
    Mordin gave a small chuckle “you are taking this seriously if you are writing a dammaz.” “I am. Our fellow duardin underestimate the need for gloomsweed but I am damn sure they will remember it when their crew is bleeding out after an attack.” Ulfar closed his personal log, he returned the quill to the cylinder and attached the log to his belt. “I swear to you Balvor, I will end the people attacking you, if I can we will rescue those still alive. ” The mayor nodded slowly. 
    Ulfar accepted that, he placed his helmet back on. “Let’s go, we will follow their magic. The attack looks recent.” Durak looked like he wanted to say something, but one look the endrinrigger held back his complaint. The parameters of this job has changed, they will end the shadows for trade can’t be restored otherwise. 
    At the moment they are sailing to the south, Thungi can sense a great amount of shadow magic sweeping through the currents. They sailed under fields of gloomsweed and according to arkanuats looking down from the rails the roots were covered in blood. Thungi then called out “camp in the distance!” Ulfar removed his spy-glass from his pocket, while keeping a grip on the wheel. He would have a first mate to take over so he could use the spy-glass properly but considering his position he does not even have that. 
    But he could see the camp, it was full of female aleves wearing gold and red gear, their hair was white while also baring red streaks. But what shocked him even more is that he spotted mutants among them. Aelves who slithered around like a snake, they did not have normal legs. If he was not wearing his helmet he would spit on the ground with disgust. He removed the spy-glass from his eye. “So these are the shadows….” Durak came flying down. “We should report to Admiral Barangor, those are aelves of Hagg Nar.” “No we are pressing on. I am taking us to firing range.” “Do you know what it means to attack them!?” “Of course I damn well know what it means! Our sky-port is trading with an aelf who allies herself with mutants!” The mixenmaster removed his helm “in times of war, allies must be aided unless to so would prove pointless. Waste no duardin blood on unguz throlt.” Ulfar fumed with rage, he shouted at the endrinrigger. “Artycle 4, point 5 of the code! You think I am wasting our blood!?” The mixenmasster, looked young. His blonde beard was not all that long either, he flinched at his outburst. “Be silent child! Our sky-port wastes our blood allying with a back-stabbing aelf that works with mutants!” Ulfar brought up spy-glass again, they should be approaching firing range. The humans they were coming to save are dead, their hearts torn out, their bodies hanging hooks from macabre statues belonging to their pitiful god. “Honour is everything…” he hissed. “It seems you have forgotten that Durak. They attacked our trade partners, they are our enemy. My rule is absolute on this ship...unless...” he removed the spy-glass from his eye he swept his gaze over the rest of the arkanauts. “All of you feel otherwise?” They said nothing, those not wearing their helmets looked grim. He could tell they agreed with him. 
    Thungi then shouted “we are in firing range!” Durak shook his head “there will be consequences!” “Then let them come, I will take the fall. Open fire!” The the aether weapons sounded, the rattling of carbines the whoosh of torpedoes. Durak did not stop looking at him even as the sounds of shrill aelf screams greeted both their ears. Ulfar looked Durak in the eyes. 
    “The Dammaz has been settled.” 
    -------------------------------------------------------- 
    Dammaz - Means Grudge. 
    Mehret - a combination of success, profit and experience. 
    Unguz throlt - a lost cause; lit “undrinkable batch.” When a error occurs brewing of alcohol and good ingredients are lost, it is regarded as a tragedy among duardin. 
    Musterpress - Captains arrive to observe the drills, and they may choose to recruit new crew members by purchasing contracts, often to fill the places that have become available through death or injury. Those selected join the Arkanaut companies will endure any number of rites and rituals sacred to their new fleet, ship or both. Those passed over after three musterpresses must instead settle for lesser positions, often on mining or fishing vessels, or as dockworkers. 
     

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