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Alright, here's the second story of the fluff battle open for voting. Get your votes in, and help your side to victory in the LO site campaign!
MightisRight - Chaos (Warriors)The Raven's Vigil
Tzar'kesh glided over the battlefield, it's avian body unaffected by the intense winds blowing across the sky in an unnatural flurry. Sparks of arcane power arced across the raven's body as it gazed upon the noble elven hosts arrayed below it. Its eyes glowed with occult power, piercing into the essences of the elven army and imperceptibly marking any of significant magical prowess among them. To each of these, innumerable shades flocked, their insubstantial forms seamlessly flowing out of the raven's body, swarming around the elven mages in an attempt to breach any openings in the mortal mages' fragile wards as they drew power from the winds of magic.
As Tzar'kesh alighted upon the ancient, rune-encrusted staff, the raven's form began to flow and shift. It's avian body melted like quicksilver even as it's essence flowed back into it's ancient husk of a body. Malignant intelligence manifested in the sorcerer's formerly lifeless eyes, the raven at the head of the sorcerer's ancient staff nevertheless retaining some degree of unnatural life. Its fusion with the enchanted rod, now pulsing palpably with arcane energy, did little to reduce the malignant intent visible in its warped eyes.
In the next few moments, the sorcerer's body metamorphosed from a pallid, lifeless shell to a vibrant, powerful lord of Chaos, towering over all around him in his throne of desiccated bones. These he had taken from those daemons foolish enough to stand against him, binding their souls to them in an eternity of agony. The gifts of his patron, the great god Tchar, lord of change and sorcery, were ever present in his body, from the avian transformations visible on his flesh to the discharges of arcane energy across the ancient suit of baroque armour enclosing his body. On his robes were visible images of writhing flames, giving off unnatural heat which warped and altered all that they touched.
The sorcerer stood slowly, his gaze sweeping over the Skaeling horde arrayed before him. They were arrayed in great phalanxes of hulking, brutish muscle, Norscan warriors of massive size and stature prepared to unleash their fury upon the pitiful elven forces who dared to stand against the servants of the true gods. Among them stood regiments of implacable metal-clad warriors, encased in ancient black and brass armour. They loomed over even the largest Marauders, their favored status of the gods open for all to see. Dozens had fallen to each of their blades, their heads kept as grisly trophies of the chosen's various exploits. Tzar'kesh saw this and the bloodthirsty urge in their eyes to add yet more skulls to their tallies. Satisfied by this, he bellowed to the army arrayed in a voice massively disproportionate to his size, an animalistic roar which caused stones to break from the hills and even the most steadfast of animals to turn tail and run. His warriors chanted back in return, ready and all too willing to unleash their fury upon those who would dare oppose them.
Scarred Moon - Disorder (Dark Elves)Seraph's Reavers
" My Lord.......My Lord "
Still no answer from the dreadlord who stood in silence watching and studying the black arks arriving on shore carrying the rest of his army. An army ready to do his bidding, what ever it may be.
" Lord Seraph......" With still no answer the Dreadlord broke his concentration and turned to see who broke his silence. "My Lord.....the shades have picked up the trail, the trail leads east. They cant be that far my lord...around a days march. "
Still holding his tongue for a slight moment the Dreadlord decided to speak. " Tell the shades to carry on their search, I want them found. "
"Do we know there still on this land my lord.....anyth..." The dreadlords hand stopped his voice.
"I can still smell their stench upon the air, there still here and like I said, I want them found."
The Dark Rider Herald bowed his head, turned and walked away. Seraph refaced towards the sea where by this time the boats had docked and waves of soldiers, spearmen and crossbowmen in waves of hundreds cloaked the shores with their masses. Executioners wielding their mighty Draich's ready to spill the blood of many in the name of the lord of murder
With the land in pain and chaos, from the plague and the many wars going on and the hordes attacking from the north Seraph thought this was the perfect time to attack. Attack the Empire at its weakest. Glory will be his, all the riches of war transported back to Naggaroth for the Witch King himself. Then after Seraphs return Malekith would favour him over many of his generals. Plus the idea of hitting the empire at its weakest made it near impossiable to ignore.
Another voice came from behind him, a voice he knew well
"Lord Seraph.....what at your orders."
Seraph turned to see black guard tower master Zarrek in his full armour and his halbred in hand.
"Zarrek, tell me, why is the fleet not at full strength."
" Some of the ships were destroyed on route my lord. The seas many creatures and the storms my lord. More ships are still making there way they will be here within the next few hours....and the black arc Drakfoer is amoung them my lord." You could tell the slight change of expression on Seraphs face that the Dreadlord was happy with the news that the Drakfoer had not fallen.
"Make camp at the moment and inform me when my ship arrives."
Zarrek nodded and left the lord on his own again. Hours passed and Seraph sat studying a map of the land thinking of where best to strike. Where best to cause more damage, he was not bothered about the losses he could face. All that mattered was the empire to fall. breaking his concentration again a guard spoke. "Zarrek is here to see you my lord." Seraph nodded. within seconds Zarrek made his way past the guards. " My Lord.......the Drakfoer has arrived."
Remember guys, show your support for these writers, and for the campaign armies they represent. The victor in this duel will score an extra win for their army in the campaign! Best of luck to the participants, and everyone else, let's try to get some voting in!
I think I'll put in my vote for Scarred Moon here. Dunno why, just thought he captured the feel of the Dark Elves. Also, showing that they aren't omnipotent and have suffered some casualties and uncertainty in battle planning makes them more a part of the Warhammer world.
Honey badger don't care.
MightisRight - The Raven's Vigil
I like the idea behind this one, although at first the execution seemed a little awkward. Too much description bogging things down, perhaps? Quite a strong end, though, the image of the Sorcerer rallying his troops with a mountain-rattling roar is certainly a powerful one!
Scarred Moon - Seraph's Reavers
Again, I like the concept here - the general overseeing his troops as they arrive, dealing with the complications of losses and the application of his forces. However, your story seemed a little disjointed. At first, they were looking for someone, then he seemed to forget that and just be worried about the Empire and gaining favour with Malekith. Also there are quite a few errors in your piece, which always detracts from the writing.
Unfortunately I think I have to side with MightisRight and vote for Chaos
(But secretly I'm hoping the Dark Elves win!)
Last edited by Deadstar_MRC; November 3rd, 2011 at 03:38. Reason: Because if I'm going to have a go at someone for their spelling I'd better get mine right!
Yeah, I hate to base my vote on spelling and grammar, but they do really interrupt the story. On this one, I tried not to include the errors in my decision-making, and I think just the heavier flow of Might's is, like, Deadstar said, what put me off. Or maybe I just like disorder over Chaos. I'll have to ponder that when I make my next new army choice...
Honey badger don't care.
will admit, could of and should of done better. This is really my first time and doing this stuff so sorry if seem a bit of an amature compared to some of the stories as the others have been so good. Was hard to get the ball rolling but now it is, I hope to write some better stuff. ^__^
I am that wolf you always hear, no matter were you are
Don't get me wrong, but I'm a fan of the second. There is conflict here, though I was just waiting for that Dark Rider's head to get snapped off when he made the Dreadlord repeat himself
Vote for Scarred Moon
Or something like that anyhow
Nice to see more fluff going about! We seem to have just the same people commenting/voting. Do the other registered guys know where the fluff wars are?
Anyhow back to the match up:MightisRight - like the whole idea behind it, sets up a nice character for use in game. It was however a little too descriptive for me, could perhaps have had some more interaction with another character to break up the blocks of description? Dunno just my opinion.
Scarred Moon - again nice idea and sets up a character for in game use. But like Deadstar said it seemed to forget about the people they were tracking at the beginning. If I'd got a bit more about this beginning part i would of had to say Scarred but it seemed to jump to something else. Also I think they need to be more cruel/arrogant because after all they're the Emo Elves!
To be honest I couldn't really choose between them so, sorry Scarred it's gonna have to be a fistbump with my Chaos bro MightisRight.
I know you were having difficulty getting the ball rolling on this one and I know your fluff is usually a good read (Werewolf and exalted etc) but a good effort on short notice mate.
Last edited by Librarian Zahariel; November 4th, 2011 at 10:05.
Yeah, I usually seem to make it a bit too descriptive. This is my first warhammer fluff, but in other short pieces I've written I always seem to end up with not as much plot as I wanted, especially when there's word limitations (I'm not sure if I stayed within it or not, considering I wrote it on my Ipod at 11 : 00 at night)
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