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Kaleth Darkthorn stepped off the sleek Dark Elf raiding boat onto the white shores of Norsca, his boots crunching the snow beneath him. He tied his long black hair into a ponytail and glanced around the landing sight. His skin was deathly white and his pupils dilated black, Fore he was a Druchii Annointed. Kaleth saw a flicker of movement on the foothills surrounding the beach. Several Marauder Horsemen looked down upon his fleet, he met their gaze and the horsemen galloped off no doubt towards their own camp, Kaleth smirked and thought about the coming massacre. He tugged on the chain wrapped around his gauntlet and the Brettonian Slave Girl he had captured crawled up to his leg. The Knights had seemed particuarly bent on saving the girl, that was probably why he relished the look on their faces as he escaped with her. The girls name he had not found out for she spoke little. Kaleth looked down at her, her dark hair blew around her face and she shivered in the rags she was dressed in. Back when they were first escaping the Brettonians she had shown magic potential and had caused the trees to lash out at his men, the Head Sorceress of this expedition burned all of her magic ability out of her much to Kaleths displeasure, the power to bend the winds of magic was a rare gift and he could always use an acolyte. Kaleth heard footsteps on the gang plank behind him and turned around, the Head Sorceress sleekly walked down onto the snow covered grit, Kaleth looked at the beautiful Elf who was wearing nothing but a Black coat and leather boots. She smiled at him and walked up the beach "how long till the Marauders come in force my dear?" she questioned Kaleth, I wouldn't give them to long mistress, i suggest forming a battle line Kaleth spoke with great charisma his voice flowing around the words like silk. The Sorceress Nodded and walked back towards the boat....
With a war cry that vibrated the valley the Marauders came down from the foot hills in force, They outnumbered the Druchii foe by at least three to one. Kaleth watched them silently, the Repeater Bolthrowers on the boats lined up along the shore opened fire and scores of Marauders fell to their bloody deaths and the screams of the ones not quite dead filled the valley. The Druchii Formed their battle line as a semi-circle around the boats, Kaleth stood at the front of a Devoted of Slaanesh Regiment and stared at the Marauders as bolts of Dark power rained down on the horde and still the Bolt throwers fired. Kaleth smirked as the remaining Marauders prepared themselves to crash into the Well organised battle line, the marauders were broken up and shattered by the magic and war machine fire and the charge was easily dismissed by the Druchii. Kaleth grinned in pleasure as his Gauntlet of Power (thanks Albion) tore through the Marauders and blood splashed over him, the Devoted of Slaanesh danced in the blood and their deadly blades tore holes in the unfortunate marauders. Amid the carnage Kaleth Heard a fearsome roar that shook the valley he looked over to the noise and saw a Lord of Khorne on a creature he knew as much as a Juggernaught ploughed into a warrior regiment. The warriors stood firm but their blades couldn't penetrate the thick armour and the Lord ploughed through the unit. Kaleth moved towards the lord and the beleguered Warriors but when he was but 5 foot away the unit broke and the men scattered back towards the Ship. Kaleths sensitive elf Ears picked up at high pitched scream and he noticed the Khorne lord was holding his Brettoni girl up in the air by her neck. Kaleth looked around and grinned as he picked up a wicked spear from one of the dead warriors, he threw the spear and it caught the Juggernaught right through the head and the metal beast collapsed throwing the lord to the ground. Kaleth stalked over to him and put his shield up. The Khorne lord stood up, he towered over Kaleth and held a great-axe in each, he roared and charged at Kaleth. Both armies paused in the slaughter, both knowing that the duel would determine the fate of the battle....
Kaleth struck first, his gauntlet of power seizing the Lords left wrist, Kaleth laughed as the Lord roared when Kaleth snapped his wrist with the claw of power. The Huge fist and axe toppled to the ground and a spurt of blood covered Kaleth. The Chaos lord seemed undaunted and he repeatedly struck Kaleth with his huge axe. Kaleth put his shield up as a weak form of defence and the axe left his arm numb. The Lord realising that Kaleth was stunned by his ferocity lashed out with his boot and got Kaleth in the stomache, knocking him down onto one knee, the lord laughed loudly and dropped his axe, picking Kaleth up by his Claw, and proceeded to start breaking the bones in his arm one by one, starting with the fingers. He Grabbed the claw and tore it off Kaleths hand and started Breaking the bones in his hand. Kaleth groaned as his arm was pulled out of its sockets and he hung there unable to do anything....
Annabell lay on the freezing dirt and stared up at the Huge chaos man as he began to slowly kill her Dark Elf master. She scurried away from the huge iron claw that the Chaos man had ripped off the elf. She had decided that she would try and escape her dark Elf captors during the battles and make for the empire but it seemed that with only rags that would be completely out of the question. She felt empty and naked without her use of Magic, she remembered the night when she was first taken from her beloved homeland. She also remembered the nights following it. The raiders had struck at dusk while she and her Betrothed Sir Garland were walking the tranquil Brettonian coast, they had come out of the mists and struck the village taking slaves. Somehow the knights were alerted and they came from the castle and struck the Raiders. The Elves reeled from their enslaught and fell back to the boats with the prisioners. She had first seen her master that night, as the elves fled he walked through the burning village. He struck down any Knight foolish enough to challange him as he made his way to the ships, that was when he had seen her huddled up in a burning house, hoping that a knight would rescue her. All of her powers taught to her by the Damsel could do nothing to help her from the flames, The Elf had walked through the fire and grabbed her and walked back out even though the flames scored his flesh. Once outside she fell to the hard cobble stones. She had looked up to see her Sir Garland taking his blade to the Dark Elf, at that time she remembered that the Elf did not have the wicked claw but a long curved blade that crackled with dark power, it was larger than the great swords that she had seen Sir Garland train with and seemed more deadly, the Elf was bleeding from the leg and Garlands blade was slick with dark blood. The Elf regarded Garland dimly and Shoved his blade into the Knights stomache and drew it out quickly, Garland gasped and fell to his knees in a pool of blood. The Elf sheathed his blade and whispered something in his Ear before picking up Annabell and walking off towards the ships, as she looked backwards she could see that Garland was alive and lying there in his blood but there was no wound, after that all she could remember was black until she awoke in a lare silk bed, from the rocking of the room she could tell that were at sea. She was undressed and the covers were wrapped around her body. She looked over to the door as the elf walked in. He was wearing Black pants with strange runes hanging from his belt but no shirt. She noticed that a large rune was scarred onto his white skin and it stood out from the rest of his body. Tattoos curled up his arm and up to his neck. He was carrying a tray with some sort of food that Annabell had never seen before. He put it on the bed and looked up at her shocked face, Annabell looked at his muscular body and sleek face and then dismissed the thought remembering her betrothed Sir Garland. The Elf looked at her and raised an eyebrow "dont worry little human your still a virgin" he said and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. She had spent a couple of days in the room Sweet incense filled it and dulled her senses, her Master came very little to the room. From the Screams she heard at night Annabell was more than greatful that she stayed in his' room. One day she heard a loud commotion on deck and the noise of battle, obviously the fleet was being assailed by another. Annabell creeped out of the room and went searching around the ship, after a few minutes the battle stopped and she heard footsteps coming down the stair, Annabell slipped into the closest room, it was like the 'generals' room only more lavish, she hid in the closet among the robes and whips. Annabell crouched in the corner and thought about what would happen when she was discovered missing. After a few minuted or so she heard what seemed to be two people entered the room. Annabell heard moans of pleasure coming from in the room and she looked through the key hole. She saw Her master and a Dark Elf woman who from the battle she knew was their leader, the pair were locked in an embrace on the bed. The woman rolled him over so that she was on top and drew a blade from her belt and made a shallow cut on his chest, the blood pooled out onto his chest and she lay down on him and started licking the cut, His chest heaved and he closed his eyes. Annabell sat back down and after a while she fell asleep.....
Annabells next memory was lying on the cold stone table, completely naked with chains holding her down. The sorceress she had seen with her master and on the beach. The sorceress Had taken off her coat and lay down on top of Annabell and licked her chest with her forked tounge, Annabell closed here eyes as the sorceress ran her slender hands along her body and then placed both hands on Annabells breasts. The sorceress began chanting and lifted her hands and a purple bolt went into Annabells chest and she felt her affinity for magic slowly disapeering and then blackness. The next thing she remembered was the beach.
A loud snap awoke Annabell from her day dream as the Khorne lord snapped Kaleths forearm, she scurried over to the pile of bodies and grabbed a serrated dagger. She ran over to the Khorne Lord and jumped onto his back, she shoved the dagger into his neck and was chucked to the ground as he shook around and dropped Kaleth, her head hit something hard and everything went fuzzy...
Kaleth stood up and looked at the thrashing khorne lord with disgust. He walked over to the human and stuck two fingers straight into its eye sockets, the human roared in pain and Kaleth Bit a huge chunk out of his neck and stuck his good hand in there, he felt around and grabbed the tounge and pulled it out through the neck. Kaleth let the body drop and he heard the Marauders running away. He was dripping blood and he looked over at the girl, she had save his life. Kaleth chucked his dented shield into the water and picked up his claw, he put it on the hand still able to move and cut off the norsemans head and held it above him and roared at the chaos forces fleeing....
To Be Continued.....
p.sany constructive critisism welcome, sorry about it being so long for those of you who read it all thanks)
Last edited by Draconian; October 3rd, 2005 at 07:13. Reason: Part 1: It Begins
Wow good story up there you have. I like it and that fact that I dont find so easy Cult of Slaanesh fluff makes it more pleasureable for me. Keep the good work Draconian
MEAT IS MURDER
Well thanks, im writing the second part of the script now, i now i have a few spelling mistakes after proof reading it so i'll have to fix them up. Thanks for Replying
Wow that was very well written and i really enjoyed it, Welcome to L-O and i hope you stay and continue with such great writing (Y)
"Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right"
Random quote:As you can see you use " & " instead of " and ", thats actually the only problem that I found in your story. But anyway it was a good enjoyable story, again, good work.knocking him down onto one knee, the lord laughed loudly & dropped his axe, picking Kaleth up by his Claw, & proceeded to start breaking the bones in his arm one by one, starting with the fingers. He Grabbed the claw & tore it off Kaleths hand & started Breaking the bones in his hand. Kaleth groaned as his arm was pulled out of its sockets & he hung there unable to do anything...
MEAT IS MURDER
Yes, I enjoyed that. If I might make a small suggestion, use paragraphs. The major area of text is rather difficult to 'manage' without it being broken into shorter blocks.
Ryan Dancey, Vice President of Wizards of the Coast, believed that TSR failed because of "...a near total inability to listen to its customers, hear what they were saying, and make changes to make those customers happy." Are you listening, Games Workshop ?
The blood splattered down his arm and around his neck but Kaleth held the head up high in the air, Only after the chaos forces had fled out of sight did he chuck the head to the ground. The head bounced on the snow and Kaleth Watched it as it rolled up to the Head Sorceresses Boot. She put her heel on the head and picked it up by the matted hair. She turned it over and looked at the open neck and raised an Eyebrow "Interesting, i'll have to try that on the slaves". She picked up a Spear from the ground & impaled the head on it"i'll keep this for later" she chuckled and flashed Kaleth a smile. Depite centuarys of Feeling every sensation he thought possibly in the glory of slaanesh, Kaleth could not help looking at those eyes, those lips...., he ran his gauntlet into his temple and felt that all to familiar pain and again as he popped his shoulder back in.
Kaleth looked around to the Brettoni girl, she was laying on the rocks & the water was coming up around her feet. Kaleth sighed and went over and picked her up, he slung her over his shoulder. He walked back onto the deck of the boat and looked back out at the Chaos Wastes, he wondered what the Mistresses resons were for coming here and what was so important about this useless area. Kaleth flung open the hatch and wandered down the steps into the warm cabins of the Ship. The Dark Elf Sailors saluted him as he walked into his cabin a d shut the door behind himself. The Sweet musk of the incense filled Kaleths nostrils again and he breathed out content. Kaleth Lay the brettoni girl down on the bed & brushed her hair out of her face, he went over to his wash dish & moistened a cloth with warm scented water. He kneeled next to the girl & wiped the blood & dirt off her face and hands, Kaleth sighed and wondered how much she had seen when she left the room, things could warp fragile Mortal minds easily, especially that of Slaanesh. Kaleth dropped the cloth back in the dish & stood up and walked over to his wardrobe. The bones in his body cracked as he slowly took off his armour, he took off his shirt and sat down in front of the mirror and observed his broken hand. The bruise was already all over it and he wondered how long it would take to heal, a high pitched scream from the dungeons shook him from his daze and he heard the sailors out side cackle at the scream. Kaleth sighed and went back to looking at his hand.
Annabell woke up from her slumber and looked around the room, she recognized it as the room she was in before. She startled when she saw her master but he didnt seem to notice, he was nursing his broken hard from the fight on the beach. Annabell softley stood up & crept over behind him, she got down on her knees and shuffled next to him. The Elf looked over to her with his black eyes and she grabbed his broken hand. The Elf watched her as she tried to reach out to the little flickering flame of magic that still burned within her, finally she kindled the fire and she felt the power flow through her into the hand, the Bones slowly knitted back together until the hand was whole again. She looked up at the Elf and she put his scarred hand on her cheek. They looked at each other and she finally gather the courage to speak in her mousy voice my name........ is Annabell Moreau" then the elf spoke ']"my name...........my name matters not but for the purposes of defining feelings it is Kaleth Blackthorn" , She lifted herself up to her feet and began to kiss him slowly, she felt Kaleths hands tighten around her waist and then the familiar feel of the silk sheets of the bed.......
Kaleth stared up at the wooden ceiling & listened to the tortued screams coming from the dungeons, he couldn't help thinking what the Mistress was doing to the slaves & what fun he could be having, Insted he seemed to be content with playing with Annabells hair that was over his shoulder, Kaleth Slowly pushed her off his chest & she grumbled slightly when her head rolled off the pillow, Kaleth dragged himself over to his clothes on the ground & put on his pants & a sea dragon cloak that he had got specialy made long long ago... infact to long to remember. Kaleth sighed as he slipped his arms into the coat & started his long walk down to the dungeons.
Kaleth stumbled down the brimstone steps into the dungeons his eyes piercing the gloom, the screams of the tortured getting ever louder. He finally came to a large room with cages hanging from the ceiling, all manner of creatures were captives here incuding Humans,Orks,Skaven & even a few Norsemen. In the center of the Chamber a Human lay on a blood stained brimstone table & Kaleth noticed the hundreds of small lacerations in his skin, The Mistress was sleekly gliding around the table with bloodslicked dagger in hand. Kaleth smiled at the sight of her with blood splattered down her chest & chin, "having fun?" he called out to her. The Mistress sucked her index finger clean of blood & slowly backed her body into Kaleths', running her back along his chest, she rested her head on his shoulder & looked up at his face "It is always more fun with you Kaleth". Kaleth looked down at her "I have pressing matters that we must speak of now" blurted out Kaleth but the sorceress just pulled herself away from him & laughed "once im finished with my playthings", Kaleth was starting to get impatient "NOW!!!!" he yelled but the Sorceress just stuck out her tounge as a jest, Kaleth stormed over to the table & grabbing a Serrated dagger he drove it right in between the humans eyes, he felt the sorceresses hands run through the blood that had splattered onto his chest & You always were rash Lady Morathi even said so, but if we must talk then talk we shall........you always did look better when covered in blood".
"why are we here Mika?, what are we looking for??" Asked Kaleth Inquisitively, Mika pouted and stared back at Kalethfirstly you shall call me mistress and secondly why should i tell you?" she declared angrily, Kaleth started to laugh and put Mika's hand in his "because m'dear you want to and by the way i'll call you what i want". Mika's face eased & she grinned at Kaleth True i do wish to tell you and i shall, following the Storm Of Chaos Haagroths followers left behind a number of shines dedicated to Khorne and one of these, it could have something that would please Morathi & help us overthrow the fools at the Temple of Khaine....., oh and by the way you can call me Mummy not Mika" She laughed to herself and walked off to another part of the dungeons, her loincloth falling around the back of her knees and her whip dragged on the brimstone floor. Kaleth sighed and looked at the mutilated body and up at a screaming norse in a cage, he walked over to the body and pulled the Knife out of it's head he chucked it at the norse, hitting him in the chest. Kaleth surveyed his shot for a moment and then wandered back up the Dark steps to his cabin.
Annabell woke up and stretched her sleek body across the bed, she smiled to herself and closed her eyes remembering last night with Kaleth, She sat up and gasped as the door opened and Kaleth walked in, his chest was covered in blood and there were fingermarks in it trailing down to his waist. Kaleth looked at her and grinned "At least your still looking as good as last night", Annabell realised what he meant pulled the blankets up around her naked body and funnily enough she giggled at his joke and patted the bed. Kaleth took off his Sea Dragon Coat and jumped onto his bed landing on his back, Annabell rolled over onto his chest and looked at his face "Whats wrong? theres something about you" Kaleth let his head fall back onto the pillow and went through his thoughts again, "i uh.. have to leave for a while, we are being sent inland to gather a magic item of importance" Annabell sat there taken back at the comment for a few seconds "well then i guess we'll have to fight whatever come our way then my love!". Kaleth shook his head There is no we, you will stay here because it's to dangerous for you out there please...understand". Annabell slapped his chest "i will not stay here in this room while you are gone!!! the room is nice but to be kept like a prisioner for who knows How bloody long!!! WHAT WILL IT BE? A WEEK A MONTH OR WILL YOU JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO ROT!!!!!!!!!!!!:eek:"Kaleth raised an eyebrow at the outburst but still put his side of the argument up "I wont be gone more than a few days and you will be properly fed and by the way...You are kind of my Prisioner", Kaleth felt the fist go into his nose and he felt the blood running down to his mouth, Annabell got up and put a robe before crossing her arms and looking at Kaleth angrily. Kaleth just sighed and got up putting his Sea Dragon coat on walked out of the room much to the hurled abuse and shoes,pillows etc. from Annabell, he closed the door behind him and ran off to the armoury..
With the Army finally assembled the druchii set out on their search for the Khorne temple & the mysterious item which lay within. Kaleth rode at the front of the column on his Stolen Barded Brettonian Warhorse. He had cut his pony tail off while he was on the ship & trimmed his hair all around. Kaleth Looked to the army's flanks & watched the Shades sneaking through the trees. His dark riders finally returned & gave the all clear for the army to move out, Kaleth nodded & the Druchii moved off into the Chaos wastes.....
From Ze Draconian : Well thanks for all the people who posted after the first installment of this story it really made me want to keep going and i've tried to fix my mistakes like the infamous '&' and making my Paragraphs smaller, any way i'm planning a part 3 now so i hope you like this one
really good keep up the good work cant wait till part 3
This is the best stroy ever you have to give it five stars its a thumps up come in and read
Ok guys now from what i've been reading you all really like the story but im tired right now & dont feel like writing part 3 so i'll give you this little Prolouge, enjoy :
Annabell Opened the door slightly & looked out of Mika's cabin, the guards were gone. She was wearing Black Pants with a Leather Blouse & a fur coat she found in Kaleths room. Annabell ran over to the stairs & climbed up onto deck, she opened the hatch & waited for the guards to pass before running & jumping off the boat onto the shore. The guards looked at the noise but Annabell was invisible in the black night, the guard shrugged & walked off. She ran quickly up the shore following the footprints & hoof prints of the army that went off earlier today, Annabell ran up the beach & to the top of the foothill, she snuck off into the cold night of Norsca chasing after Kaleth.....
Well it wasn't great but it was an attempt :p , Part 3 will be up in the next few days
"I'm gonna stomp 'em to dust. I'm gonna grind their bones. I'm gonna burn down dere towns and cities. I'm gonna pile 'em up inna big fire and roast 'em. I'm gonna bash 'eads, break faces and jump up and down on da bits dat are left. An' den I'm gonna get really mean."