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    Fallen of Wyjit: Chapter 1

    Chapter 1: Meeting
    Warlord Fulch Deathgnawer’s fur tingled with excitement and fear. Tremors traveled through his body, waves of energy and dread pulsing through him. The Skaven figure was sight to behold, taller than the average human. His gaunt figure was adorned with a long, hooded black cloak, ragged and full of holes after countless battles. An amulet of Warpstone fashioned by the Clan Skyre warp-techno smiths from raw Warpstone imported from Mordheim. Skull earrings of long dead Giant Rats hung from his ears, and bracelets made from Warpstone enriched steel adorned his wrists. His Warpstone armor, with metal spikes sticking out of it at almost every angle, glowed green in the dark hallway leading to the Council Room of the leaders of the Skaven race, the Lords of Decay. A Warpstone scimitar also glowed dully in its sheath, while black daggers hanged from various areas, jingling with a foreboding sound every time the Warlord of Clan Wyjit moved. His bladed Warpstone shield hung on his left arm, battle worn and sporting long gashes and hastily repaired dents, courtesy of enemy attacks. Also in his left hand he wielded a heavy, double bladed Warpstone halberd, its tip glowing into the distance. Fulch was an expert in wielding both Warpstone weapons, unlike most of the Skaven, who either chose two swords or one halberd. Long, scything blades stuck out of the shield, giving the appearance that the face of the Horned Rat was emitting dark blades of energy. Under the unholy symbol metal runes spelled, “Lord of Wyjit” in the almost unreadable Skaven tongue. Two tall albino Stormvermin stood on either side of him, their pale eyes looking straight ahead, steel halberds pointing upwards. As Fulch fiddled with his Skaven mini-bell, a great, booming toll of the huge bell found in the Council’s cavern rang. Fulch’s golden eyes stared at the great stone door, and by the use of techno-sorcery pistons, they opened by themselves. The twin Stormvermin beside the Warlord of Clan Wyjit ordered him to walk in a guttural whisper, the first and only time he would hear them talk.

    Fulch Deathgnawer’s eyes slowly adjusted to the dank room where the Council of Thirteen sat, slanted red eyes staring at him from all directions. Power emanated from them, an unholy aura pulsing in the room. At a curt command from a shadowy figure, the two albino Stormvermin escorting the Warlord turned on their heels in a show of eerie obedience. Suddenly, the figure on the first seat to his left spoke, his sinister voice booming through the silent chamber, a rasp of a sword against an anvil.

    “Warlord Fulch Deathgnawer, you have been brought before the Lords of Decay for a special mission. We require you eliminate the Dwarf Hold Harak-Kun, which has been destroying the nearby Skaven city Darekin.” The Seerlord told the Warlord.

    “Troops from Clan Skyre, Moulder, Eshin and Pestilens will be given provided,” uttered the plague-ridden Archlord of Clan Pestilens Nurglitch VII.

    The Lords of the Four Greater Clans nodded.

    “Grey Seer Greygol will also accompany you,” the Seerlord added.

    The Warlord bowed his head, though he was repulsed by the idea of sharing command.

    The Nightlord of Clan Eshin, Lord Sneek, spoke, his voice a deadly whisper.

    “Make sure you do not fail us, Deathgnawer. My minion Deathmaster Sknitch should be enough motivation for you.”

    Fulch shivered.

    ‘Deathmaster? I must not fail-fail this time.’

    “That is all,” the leader of Clan Mors, Gnawdell, and leader of Clan Rictus, Kratch Doomclaw, articulated.

    “You may leave,” Lord Paskrit’s voice boomed through the entire room.

    Deathgnawer bowed, turned, and left the room, his hood hiding his face.



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    Sounds excellant and well written, you'll have to continue.
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    thank you, Chapter 2 should be coming soon. Unfortunatly, I have the Battle of Lacours short story (around 10 pages at current point) and a tusked Marine story (check out my 40k fluff on them) under my belt, so it could be awhile.
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    Chapter 2 in the Story "Fallen of Wyjit". As usual, comments and critism are welcome, along with feedback.:



    Chapter 2: Skavenblight

    When Fulch stepped out of the Palace of the Skaven, immediately two Lieutenant Stormvermin stepped without hesitation, matching his stride. His second, Chieftain Nrosk, took his place on Deathgnawer’s left flank.

    “How did the meeting go-go?” Nrosk questioned.

    “Fine,” Fulch quickly answered.

    He eyed Nrosk. A battle-worn soldier, Nrosk was an imposing sight. He was tall, muscular, and armed to the teeth, with his Great Axe stolen from the Dwarf Thane Dyril strapped across his back. His stature was as straight as a plank of wood, contrasting with the slouching of his superior Warlord. Fulch and Nrosk went way back. They had met at the Battle for Herk-Dezek, which had resulted in the sound victory for the Skaven army. They were both young Clanrat Warriors back then, barely out of the gutters of what Skaven call “home”. But soon, their prowess in battle had earned them Clawleader ranks, and soon, Fangleader of the Stormvermin. After the death of Warlord Echrok at the hand of Dwarf Thane Querist Greataxe, which was quickly avenged by the duo of Nrosk and Fulch, Fulch quickly took control of Wyjit and placed Nrosk at the Leader-Chieftain. With him at the helm and Nrosk second-in-command, they had led a bloody rampage across the northern Skaven lands, wiping out many enemies, Skaven and other races alike, which gave them a significant influx of slaves, warpstone, and power. Soon, Clan Wyjit was spoken fearfully by enemy Clans, and quickly aroused the interest of the Lords of Decay, which led to the current mission given to Wyjit’s Warlord, Fulch Deathgnawer.

    “We must haste-quick,” whispered the anxious Nrosk, “I don’t like the looks on some of this filth.”

    He was right. Some Skaven eyed them with envy and bloodlust, their eyes gleaming with jealousy at the fine armour, the expensive weapons, the exorbitant talismans. Hatred boiled around the four mighty Skaven who strode in the crowded, cobbled, unmaintained roads while poorer rats stalked the shadows, feeling unworthy to walk the holy streets of Skavenblight.

    Suddenly, a ragged, young rat bounded from the shadows, his paws hitting the cold stone with haste.

    “Oh mighty Lord Fulch Deathgnawer, let me join your army, please-please.” he asked with reverence.

    Fulch smiled, long fangs gleaming. The eager sparkle had been in his eyes too when he had joined Clan Wyjit, and one extra warrior was definitely not unneeded in these days of strife.

    “Then join my troops-army, Clanrat…” Fulch said

    “Grett, sir.” answered the youngling.

    “Your weapon-sword,” Fulch uttered, handing a long, curved sword to the new Clanrat.

    “Thank-thank you,” said Grett, admiration, fear, and obedience in his rather large eyes.

    “Ask Bloodpus for your armor-armor when we get to the Stronghold,” replied the Warlord.

    Suddenly, as they walked deeper into the city, Fulch deterred towards the center of Skavenblight, until they reached a large underground passage.

    “Where are we going-going, mighty Warlord?” asked a Stormvermin.

    “The Warp-Train.” answered Fulch, pointing with a long finger at the sign above.

    As they strode deeper into the tunnels, larger masses of ragged, hungry looking Skaven started to grow larger and larger. Fulch’s jugular started to throb as he stared at the stares of the dirt-poor Skaven were all directed towards the band of the five denizens of Clan Wyjit, until a scraggly older Skaven around Fulch’s age snarled and leapt in front of the group.

    “It’s him! It’s him,” screamed the Skaven, his cracked, black teeth showing past his diseased gums tightly creased around rotting flesh, “it’s Fulch Deathgnawer! The one who sent us to this horrible place-place!” The accuser shook his finger at the Warlord like a prophet of doom.

    Fulch recognized him. “Still in this dump, aren’t you, oh so might-mighty Warlord Broluska of Clan Offal,” giving him a mock bow, “bet you never wished you attacked-attacked Clan Wyjit now, don’t you?”

    “You poisoned my water supply-supply!” the former warlord howled.

    “Yes, and?” replied coolly the other Skaven.

    “And? And…” Broluska hesitated, trying to find the right words.

    “I’ll be gone now,” said Fulch. With a snap, they started moving again, curtly walking to their destination, the Warp-Train.

    At a quick bark from the fallen Warlord, masses of hungry, ailing rats moved in their way, outnumbering Fulch’s squad by 10-1.

    “Oh no, Deathgnawer. You’re not leaving. In fact, you’re going to stay here with us,” Broluska smiled maliciously.

    A moment of silence passed, then with a sudden arrow from Nrosk’s crossbow whizzed past Broluska’s ear, missing him by centimeters and thudded into a nearby follower, who died with a gurgling gasp, blood and saliva pouring out of his maw as the arrow stayed lodged in the back of his throat.

    “Attack!” screamed Broluska.
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    Excellant work, but everyone seems to be angry with him. In the first chapter he seems to be a fearsome character, now he is viewed like some tiny dressed up thing that they all hate. Perhaps a bit more fear and awe on the faces of the crowds. He has gone from being powerful to being portrayed as someone smaller than everyone else that is about to be backstabbed. When Grett comes forward he is excepted without question, I thought grett was going to try to kill Fulch as soon as his back was turned, and where did fulch pull the sword from? I would have told Grett to report to his camp to be tested. Later on in the story when he returns to camp you can Grett proudly wearing the armour and carrying the sword of Fulch's army. That way Grett has had to prove himself instead of being picked out of a gutter and given weapons he may have no idea how to use. Apart from that it is very good work.
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    I changed it on the other one in the Fantasy Fluff, check it out there
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