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Zar Citanul; Fluff for my Mortal Chaos Lord of Khorne
Topic Started: Dec 12 2004, 11:54 PM (1,116 Views)
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High Zar of Khorne

Chapter 1

Zar Citanul is an unusual champion of Khorne. He has never, in all of his 100 years of service, taken part in a pitched battle. His inclinations and tastes are cut from a different, altough no less bloody, cloth. Citanul is a hunter of blood and skulls, a dark stalker of his victims in the wild and lonely places of Chaos. Citanul felt the call of Chaos when he was still a young boy, and left his homevillage, in search for something that would quench his bloodthirst. And he found it in the service of Khorne, acting as his chosen Godīs hunter. The ancient ruins at the borders of the Chaos wastes were Citanulīs hunting grounds. He lived and hunted within the fallen towers and broken walls of cities and castles long abandoned by both mankind and Chaos. Many venture within such places in search of hidden wealth or magical treasures, and these are the fools who falls to Citanulīs cunning.
The foolish and weak who are drawn to Chaos are his special delight. These he finds, terrorizes and, eventually, bleeds to death. The few who came in search of him as a means of serving Khorne were treated with equal disdain. They were prey, and felt the keen edge of Citanulīs axe-blade, and their blood and skulls are as welcome to Khorne as any other. He was Khorneīs hunter, and no prey ever runs with the hunter...

It was during one of these hunts, when Citanul was looking for a Slaaneshi warbands leader, that he came across knowledge that would change his way of serving Khorne.
Citanul was stalking the serpentlike man into a clearing in the huge fortress, made by gold. The air was cold and dark, yet he didnīt freeze and he could see almost aswell as if it was daylight. Just a few steps ahead of him, the serpentlike man stopped, Citanul stopped aswell. He heard the serpentlike man chant something, feeling energies building up around him, Citanul knew what was going on; a summoning.
Citanul waited patiently, leaning himself on his greataxe, he wanted to know why this man had left his warband and went into the fortress alone, and besides if a daemon was to be summoned it would be more sport.
In front of him the serpentlike man was chanting faster and faster. A dark form started to emerge from nowhere and soon a sweet odour lay in the air, the form manifested itself and a handsome woman, naked, with 4 breasts, horns potruding from her skull and swanlike wings connecting to her milkwhite skin, stood in front of the slaaneshi worshipper:
- Why have you summoned me? Asked the daemon with a hissing yet beutiful voice.
- Iīve summoned you because I want to gain knowledge about the Crown of Tekranoc, Iīve heard rumours about this item, but surely a single item couldnīt be as powerful as this item is claimed to be!? Said the Champion of Slaanesh.
- The Crown of Tekranoc is not made for a mortal fool like you, but, if you however claim this item in your lords name, he will give you pleasures not even daemons can resist, the crown is located on a remote Island far to the north in the chaoswastes, I will guide you to it.
- But what does it do? Surely it must be a very powerful artifact if the master would grant me all this for this item to be claimed.
- It has the power to wield the raw power of chaos itself, but no mortal can handle it... The daemon answered. Now go!
The daemon dissappeared, whilst the champion of Slaanesh called out an oath to find the Crown of Tekranoc or die trying.
- Your death will come swifter than you could ever anticipate, a voice from the shadows said.
- Whoīs there? The Champion asked, reveal yourself!
Citanul emerged from the shadows. Showing himself in his brass armour with the symbols of Khorne & bloodied skulls in his belt.
- Me, oh Iīm nobody, except your death incarnate. Citanul said with a dark sinister laughter.
The champion of Slaanesh looked around himself, looking for more warriors of Khorne.
- Oh Iīm all alone, thatīs all thatīs needed against lowscum like you pancy followers of the Dark Prince, Citanul said when he saw what the serpentlike champion was doing.
- Ha, you will regret that youīre here alone follower of the barbaric blood god, you will learn what true pain and pleasure is when Iīm done with you, for I am Lord Slaegrir, champion of Slaanesh and destoyer of entire cities, the champion of Slaanesh awaited some reaction of knowledge in Citanulīs eyes, but found none...
- Enough with the fancytalk, draw your weapons, Citanul said, waiting for his opponent to draw his weapon...
The champion of slaanesh drew his 2 swords, the blades were glowing in the dark & almost looked like glas. Citanul lifted his greataxe and charged forward, roaring:
- Blood for the bloodgod, skulls for the throne!
The champion answered with his own battlecry, when he charged aswell:
For pain and pleasure!
The two combatants met eachother, Citanul with a berzerker rage and his opponent with sadistic glee, the fight was even, altough the champion of Slaanesh fought with superior skill & speed, Citanuls barbarian berzerker fury didnīt allow him to feel any pain from the wounds he got and with his hard blows he pressed the champion of Slaanesh backwards for each blow. The Serpentlike man had to start parrying more and more and very soon he was only barely holding off Citanulīs blows from striking him, he was getting tired and he realised that he could actually die before he even started his quest, something radical had to be done, he saw that his opponent was tiring aswell, here was his chance! He tried a manouver he had learned as a Bretonnain knight, from before he had learned the secrets of real pleasure, whilst doing it he realised that the champion of Khorne had fooled him, he was not tired at all and now he could see the axe going straight for his head, before he even got the chance of doing anything the axe bit deep and everything went black...
- I told you, Citanul said with a bloodthirsty smile, picking up the head from his victim and putting it into his belt.
Now if I was the one claiming this crown for Khorne, I would surely be elevated to daemonhood, being at my masters side, slaying in his name forever, Citanul enjoyed this thought for a while before deciding that he would need some warriors, a boat and a crew to take him to this Island. The warriors would help him as not even he, the hunter of Khorne could deal with entire armies...

A few months later Citanul was in the trollcountry, having left the chaos wastes for the first time since he had been given his Mark of Khorne. He was riding his old chaos steed, heading for his old homevillage, he didnīt know if it was still there, but he would find out sooner or later. The air was alot cooler here than in the wastes and Citanul felt tired, something he hadnīt felt in many years.
Nearing his old village he saw a great monolith rising, a stone carved by some giant hand, inscribed with sigils and wards that seemed to glow in the unearthly darkness that was in the Troll country. Somehow Citanul knew that the carved runes was of importance for him to succed with his quest, he was strangely drawn to it, he had to know what was written on the monolith!
But the monolith was not unguarded...
Nearing the monolith Citanul could see a huge creature, the ground shook under itīs hooves as it moved. Huge horns spiralled above its head and in itīs hand it carried a great axe that probably weighed as much as Citanul himself. Citanul recogniced the creature, it was a minotaur, but he had never seen anyone as gigantic as this one.
Despite itīs brutal appearance, an intelligence gleamed in its red eyes.
Citanul spoke:
- I wish to study the carvings on the stone, stand aside or I will destroy you in Khorneīs name.
With barely understandable growlings the minotaur answered:
Only the chosen one may read about the future and learn the secrets of Chaos.
Then it lifted its titanic axe and charged forward screaming a battlecry only the beasts of chaos would understand. Citanul spurred his steed to a gallop, roared his battlecry:
Blood for the bloodgod, skulls for the throne of Khorne!
They thundered towards each other, Chaos champion and Doombull, striking almost simultaneously. Citanulīs axe bit deep into the shoulder of the minotaur. Rearing upwards, Citanulīs steed struck the skull of the minotaur with both itīs hooves. While doing so the minotaur swung his greataxe into the side of the steed, blood was flowing and the steed fell. At the same time the beast swung with its other hand, and the massive fist threw Citanul from his saddle. Citanul crashed heavily into the ground, losing his breath...
The minotaur turned around to meet Citanul once again, it looked at him now with blood-red eyes and crimson foam poured from its mouth, it was in a bloodfrenzy. All signs of intelligence were gone...
The snarling beast rushed Citanul, who rolled to one side, the minotaurīs great axe struck a stone just where Citanulīs head had been less than a second ago. The blow turned against the minotaur himself, loosing itīs foot. With tremendous effort Citanul raised himself again, searching for his axe, at the same time the minotaur rose to itīs feet, leaving the axe behind it, the beast charged Citanul once more, Citanul avoided the minotaurīs big fist and hit the minotaur flat on the face with his own fist only to see the minotaur ignore the hit, the minotaur grabbed Citanul around his chest and threw him on the ground. When Citanul turned around once more he saw the minotaurīs axe lying to his left. As he grasped the axeīs hilt he felt 2 arms closing around him...
Citanul was lifted above the head of the minotaur, he lost all air in his lungs but he still grasped the minotaurs axe, with all his strength he had left Citanul brought the axe down, hitting the minotaur in the neck. As the minotaur fell, Citanul felt the world spin and everything went dark...
About an hour later Citanul woke up and raised himself from the ground, his chest was aching but atleast he was alive. He looked around himself, seeing the dead minotaur lying beside him, a few metres away his dead steed was lying on the ground, quickly turning around he could see the monolith, the runes glowing more intense than a torch, Citanul started to walk towards the monolith, the runes were written in the dark language of chaos, Citanul started to read them and when he was done the runes were gone, Citanul started to laugh, clearly satisfied with what he had read. He picked up his great axe from the ground and began to walk, heading southwards.

A few days later he reached the outskirts of his old village, he could see smoke rising from the buildings, he had been a bit worried that the village could have been destroyed or abandoned a long time ago. The village laid near a beach which had some damaged longships in the harbour, the men either didnīt bother with their ships anymore or had been in battle a while ago, Citanul hoped for the later...
He could also see the breeding pits for the wolfhounds, the slavering beasts were breed by the tribe, adding yet another danger than the marauders themselves in combat, this was something they had done even before Citanul was born.
When he neared the center of the village he could see men shouting to eachother about the intruder and soon about a dozen warriors of the tribe of the Hound where surrounding Citanul, bearing great axes. The men didnīt do anything to harm Citanul, they recognised him as a champion of the gods, but still he was an intruder so they didnīt allow him to move anywhere. Citanul didnīt move, he waited for the leader to arrive, killing the leader would grant him an easy way to be chieftain of the tribe. and just as Citanul had expected, a giant of a man, about 30 years old, with long dark hair, clad in black heavy armour & wearing a bearskin over his shoulders, started to push the men aside, wanting to see the intruder before anything drastic occured. He wielded a pair of battleaxes, each with the rune of the bloodgod on them.
- Who are you, what do you do in our village? The leader demanded to know.
Citanul raised his hands and took of his helmet, the men around him all sighed and took a step back, even the leader looked a bit disturbed. They could all see that Citanul looked just like the marauder chieftain, with the exception of having fanglike teeth, milkwhite eyes and a sigil of Khorne imprinted in his forehead. Citanul spoke:
- I am Citanul, son of Harwulf, leader of this part of the tribe of the hound, and I am here to claim my birthright as chieftain over this tribe.
- Citanul, Iīve never heard of anyone named Citanul before, the chieftain said with an insulting tone.
Citanul looked into the eyes of the marauderchieftain;
- Who are you to talk to me, the Hunter of Khorne, without my permission?
- I am Rothgar, son of Anon, son of Harwulf and I am the current leader of this part of the tribe and I donīt need permission to talk to anyone.
- Citanul! Youīre back, blessed be Kharneth. An old man with short white beard and only one arm had pushed himself through the marauders and now looked at Citanul. I thought you were dead, as did your father.
- I do not care about what either you or my father believed, Citanul answered.
- You know this man, Rothgar asked the old man.
- Yes I do, he was your fatherīs older brother, he left the village when he was only 13 winters old, never to return, we all thought he was dead, but clearly he was chosen by the Kharneth to become his champion.
- My fatherīs brother, Rothgar said, you are welcomed back as an old friend would be, but you are not this tribes chieftain, nor will you be until I am dead.
- That can be arranged, Citanul answered, looking at Rothgar as a hunter might look at his prey.
- Is that a challenge? Rothgar asked.
- Call it what you like, but if you do not let me take my rightful place, I will, by Khorne, take it from you! Citanul said with a threatening voice.
The warriors of the tribe took a single step back, forming a circle around the two men.
The old man spoke:
- A challenge for this tribes leadership has been called out, do you accept it Rothgar?
- Kharneth will have yet another skull by his throne soon, and it wonīt be mine.
Citanul calmly put his helmet back on place while Rothgar had his helm carried forth by one of the marauders. The two combatants circled each other looking for a weakness, Rothgar charged and before no one even noticed it, his head was lying on the ground, his body still standing, blood was flowing. Citanul took a step back and roared:
- Is there no one who can defeat me!?
All of the marauders stepped back aswell, no one wanted to challenge him.
- Hail Citanul, lord of the tribe of the hound! The old man yelled out, the rest of the marauders started to cheer.
- Assemble the men, we have much work to do. Citanul said, while putting Rothgarīs head into his belt.
- This is all the men, the old man answered.
- What! Where are the others?
- Most of them are dead, we all followed Archaon southwards into the realm of men, but we failed, Kharneth is displeased with us.
Hmm, Archaon, Citanul had seen this man before, he was the chosen of the gods, Citanul had really believed that this man could let Chaos loose on this world, how could he have failed, he mustīve been betrayed...
- Then we shall go southwards and make the followers of Khorne come to us. Citanul said, clearly angered...
The next day they went southwards and after about two weeks they had fought many battles, and with every battle Citanulīs power grew, and as his power grew, so did the number of his followers.
At Praag they fought against the followers of the Renegade God Malal, Citanul slew the enemy leader.
By the banks of an unknown river they routed a company of Winged Lancers, once more Citanul slew the leader in singlecombat.
And only one days march from the Village of Zhedevka they had been ambushed by an army of Nurgle, but the Khornate army outnumbered them and fought with a greater bloodlust and soon the fly-headed followers of Nurgle fled from Citanulīs army, only to be killed... Citanul had taken the head from the putrid leader of the army.
By nightfall the old man from Citanulīs village neared Citanul:
- What do we do now? You have all the followers needed for anything you might want, he said.
- We go north... Citanul answered, not revealing his plan.
The next morning the army headed north for the first time since Citanul had begun his quest, no one really knew what Citanulīs plan was, but all the men did as Citanul ordered them, as they wanted to gain the favour of Khorne once more. When the army reached the chaos wastes, Citanul and most of the men felt invigorated with power and no one hesitated when Citanul ordered his men to build great longships. When the men were done Citanul said:
- Iīm pleased with your work, but the real quest hasnīt begun yet, we shall set sail for the Isle of Miannantus, there our quest begins, we shall seek the Crown of Tekranoc, the one finding it will be favoured by Khorne once more, maybe even elevated to daemonhood!
The men started to cheer and soon they began chanting:
- Zar Citanul, Zar Citanul, Zar Citanul, Hunter of Khorne!
The men sat sail for Miannantus and they could see the shore of one of the Islands around Miannantus after only a few days on the sea. They could see a great City & on itīs walls huge siege weapons the size of castles, and on the shore they could see men preparing a defence for their arrival. Citanul spoke:
- Today immortality may be yours! We may sit at the side of the Great Blood God, but to do so we have to prove ourselves! Blood for the bloodgod! Skulls for the throne of Khorne!
The men answered:
Blood for the bloodgod! Skulls for the throne of Khorne!



Chapter 2

The ships came closer to the shore, Citanulīs ship at the front. The men on the beach started firing volleys of bolts towards the Khornate longships, some fell but most used their shields to block the bolts. A single bolt released by an assassin went towards Citanul, but Citanul just raised his axe and cleaved the bolt in the air. When they got even nearer they could see that the men were slender, with dark skin, almost as black as obsidian, and white hair. Elves! They carried standards with icons of some sort of spider...
Surely some followers of the Dark Prince Citanul thought. But why have they painted their skin black? To make it harder to see them or what!?
Even before the ships reached the shore the men jumped out of them to get to the shore first, many battlecries could be heard, but one more than any other:
- Blood for the Bloodgod! Skulls for the throne!
Citanul was the first to reach the shore, running toward the line of elves in a berserker fury, killing men to his left, and then to his right, his axe went up and down, from left to right, blood sprayed everywhere and shortly after him his followers came, almost as crazed as Citanul himself, killing everything in their path.
But the elves had an advantage the Khornate army didnīt. They had more discipline, more numbers and a general who knew how to make the best of this. Soon the Elves started to push back most of the Khornate followers, only the most crazed stood firm, the Deathdealers, amongst them was Citanul himself. A pattern could be seen in his berserker fury, he didnīt kill all men within sight, he picked the ones that stood out, the leaders, one by one they fell...
The enemy general noticed this and sent his assassin to deal with this nuisance.
After having killed yet another of the champions of the elves Citanul noticed the assassin, it was a woman clad in black platemail. Her white hair streamed behind her in the breeze, and she smiled to herself when she saw that Citanul had seen her.
Citanul charged her and struck at her with his great axe, but the assassin avoided it with ease. She lifted her blade and smashed it into his chest. The blow landed with suprising force and knocked Citanul from his feet. Above him the assassin skittered and danced whilst striking with her blades. Despite the black spots floating before his eyes he managed to roll clear of the assassinīs blade. He lashed out with his axe, wounding the assassin. She fell to one side as he pulled himself to his feet. He removed his helmet as it blocked his sight. With amazing agility the assassin performed a handspring and came to land in a fighting stance, pulling a long metallic whip from her belt.
She licked her lips, revealing fanged teeth. Then she smiled at him.
- You will not find what you seek, warrior. I shall see you die.
- Die, spawn of Slaanesh! Citanul bellowed, rushing at her. Die in the name of Khorne!
As he invoked his dread lordīs name he once more felt the strength of murderous blood lust flow through him. He aimed a stroke which would have split her in two. She avoided it like a spider, then she struck out a foot, tripping him.
- Clumsy man, she taunted. Youīll have to do better.
Citanul growled like a wild animal and leapt to his feet. This time he advanced to her more cautiosly.
He struck with the axe and once more she evaded it. This time she struck with her whip. It looped around his throat, blocking his breath. As it completed itīs last coil, he found himself glaring into serpentine eyes. The head of a snake tipped the lash. It hissed and bit into his cheek.
Knowing he was poisoned drove Citanul to redoubled effort. Determined to atleast sacrifice her in the name of his god, he dropped his great axe and grabbed the whipīs metallic line with his hands. He jerked her towards him.
So sudden was his move that the assassin did not let go of the weapon, but was instead drawn towards him. He released the whip and grabbed her throat with his mailed hands, he began to tighten his grip.
They fell together like lovers. From the bite in Citanulīs cheek waves of agony pulsed, mingling with his berserk fury. He shut his eyes and squeezed even harder as the agony mounted. It burst inside of him as intense as any pain he had felt and then he knew only darkness and cold.

- What happened? Citanul heard a deep, gruff voice ask, it was his own words.
He raised thick fingers to his face to feel the wound from the whip. His arms felt like treetrunks, thick and bloated. His chest felt broader, and his voice was different.
- I thought you were dead, Zar Citanul, said the old man from his village. His face came into view. Two small growths had appeared on his forehead.
- Where am I and how did the battle go? Citanul asked.
-You have been... ill. After you killed the woman you fell into a feverish sleep. You lay and gibbered for two days. We are in a tower in the city of Equantis, the whole army is positioned outside in a fortress we managed to overwhelm.
- What became of the men? Citanul asked.
We managed to take control of the shore, we released the spawns and the hounds. The tribe marched forward again into the thick of the battle where the Deathdealers were standing firm, among them we found your body... Some of the Kurgan took their steeds and flanked the elves whilst the Minotaurs took care of the spiderspawned elves.
- Spiderspawned? Citanul asked.
- Yes, much like Centigors, but half elf and half spider. After we had taken controll of the shore it was no problem of getting into the city, as the skulltakers could use their chaos steeds, killing and hunting down anything within their path.
- Who led the army?
- I did. The old man said.
- What is your name?
- My name is Anon... I am your brother...
- I killed your son, why did you help me?
- My son was a fool, he should have given you your rightful place, as the leader of the tribe. Besides you are the chosen of Kharneth, not him...
- You know military tactics then?
- Yes I was the leader of the tribe of the hound for almost 35 years.
- Then you must teach me, so I can lead the army to the Crown of Tekranoc.
- I will, the old man answered, but first you must show yourself to the army so that the champions wonīt challenge you when youīre still weak.
Citanul raised himself from his bed, walked towards the window, looking out from it he could see the armyīs camp.
- Blood for the bloodgod, skulls for the throne of Khorne! He yelled.
A cheer went up from the camp and his followers started chanting:
- Zar Citanul, chosen of Khorne! Zar Citanul, chosen of Khorne! Zar Citanul, Hunter of Khorne!
Citanul was pleased, he knew his god still favoured him, he had not failed...
- Now lets kill those slaaneshi worshippers, he said to Anon.
- I do not believe they are followers of the dark prince, our scouts say that they follow some new Chaos god, someone named Lagoth. Sheīs some sort of a spidergodess.
- She!? Citanul said abruptly
- Yes Zar, she. Anon answered. The elves arenīt normal druchii, their skin is as black as obsidian & they wield magic like no one Iīve ever seen.
- Bah, Khorne protects us from magic and blackskinned or not I will kill them all. Citanul said.
- They are not our only problem, scouts have reported sightings of followers of the dark prince, a great undivided force and even some undead. Truly, Citanul, weīre in hell...


Chapter 3

Citanul was standing at the shore, right beside him was the great skullmound his army had made to celebrate his victory when landing on the shore some weeks ago. Numerous battles had been fought, each had been a victory, Citanul had taken pride in killing the enemy general each and every battle. But for each battle he had lost many men.
He had seen a vision in a dream this night, right after the last battle against the Lagothians, his forces would be reinforced so that more skulls could be added to the great mound that was building up outside their fortress, it was almost as huge as the ancient pyramids in Nehekhara by now.
He was looking for some ships but they couldnīt be seen in the darkness...
- Why do you think they will come today? Asked Anon. Anon was Citanulīs younger brother, yet he looked like he was 50 years older. This was because Khorne had granted his Hunter with prolonged life.
- Iīve seen it in a vision Khorne has granted me. Citanul answered
-Well I hope youīre right, we sure need some reinforcements by now, almost half of the army has been killed and still there are numerous foes and no sign of the Crown.
- I have no doubt in that Karl and the men we left behind has assembled yet another army as I ordered them.
- Neither have I, but they could easily been slowed down, or maybe forced to fight a battle at the sea...
Citanul turned around and started walking towards the city of Equantis, the old man followed him.
Suddenly Citanul heard a sound of scuttling. He seized his greataxe. Looking across at Anon he saw that his brother was gazing around, he had heard it aswell.
-They come. Anon said, he reached for his rune encrusted axe and made towards their fortress. Long before he reached it, he saw his way was barred by small bearded figures clad in in dark painted armour. Their skins were green or white, like fish from some underground pool. They were the height of children, but as broad as a strong man.
Citanul knew they were dwarfs, but seduced to the path of chaos.
- Khorne has provided us with a sacrifice, said the leader in a deep voice.
Citanul beheaded him with one swift stroke, then he leapt among them, striking left and right with his great axe.
- Blood for the blood god! He cried, bellowing out his warcry, skulls for the skullthrone!
He ploughed into the dwarfs like a ship through waves. Behind him he left a trail of red havoc. Small figures fell clutching at the stumps of arm, trying to hold in place jaws that had been sheared from their faces.
Citanul felt unholy joy surge through him, whilst killing in his lords name.
- Citanul, look out! He heard Anon cry. He twisted and took the stroke of a hammer on his armoured forearm. His axe fell from his numb hand. He saw what the old man had tried to warn him of. Two masked dwarfs were manhandling a long tube into position, bringing it to bear on him. He punched the hammer wielder in the face with his good arm, feeling a nose break under the spiked knuckles of his gauntlet. He drew his axe with a single hand and threw it. The weapon went spinning through the air and buried itself in the head of the leading dwarf of the weapon team.
The warrior fell backwards, the tube lurched skyward and a gout of flame erupted from its tip. A white-hot sheet of flame blazed past Citanulīs face. Something impacted on the structure behind him. The building exploded.
Citanul turned to look at the ruins behind him. Everyone else did the same for a brief moment. Citanul picked up his axe. The remaining dwarfs looked at him.
- Chosen of Khorne, said the nearest one. There has been a mistake. We did not realize you were one of the Blood Godīs champions. Lead us and we will follow.
The dwarf bowed his head to the ground. Citanul was tempted to hack it off, to continue the bloodletting, but he restrained himself. Such followers might be useful.
- Very well. Citanul said. But any treachery and you all die.
The dwarfs nodded solemnly. Citanul began to laugh until red tears ran down his face. His laughter died in his throat. He pulled off his helmet to check for cuts and he saw Anon sigh, a look of pure terror crossing his face.
- What is it? He asked. What do you see?
- Your face, Citanul. Itīs beginning to change.
- Yes, I can feel that Khorne is satisfied with me, and as promised in the vision we have some new troops now.
Citanul turned to the dwarfs.
- Who is your leader? He asked
- You are! All the dwarfs answered as one.
- I mean who is second in command among you, who would lead you if I wouldnīt?
- That would be me, a blackbearded dwarf answered. I am Yorri.
- Yorri, do you have anymore weapons like that?
- No. The dwarf chieftain answered, but if you have a blacksmith around we can construct more, and with enough bloodletting we can even construct a Hellcannon, like the ones we gave to Archaon.
- Show them to the blacksmith. Citanul said to Anon. Make sure they get what they want, I think I will lead the men to those accursed Lagothians so we can get some slaves for the Bloodletting.

The sky was filled with the beating of black wings and the screeches of ravens, crows and buzzards. The odour of decay was strong in the air. The huge black birds circled lower, seeking the source of the rotten scent of dried blood.
Below them, Equantis was a scene of carnage and destruction. Many of the buildings were little more than heaps of smoking ash, and all of those that still stood bore signs of the slaughter that had occured.
The streets were filled with corpses of dead Lagothians, but there were more than elven bodies littering the streets...
The feasters of the dead avoided the unnatural corpses of Chaos warriors and half animal beastmen which lay heaped among the dead. Rats scurried everywhere, their sleek bodies matted with dried gore.
- The slaughter has been great today. Citanul said to his men.
- Indeed, Khorne will be pleased, said one of the champions of Khorne. You truly are the chosen of Khorne.
- See if you find any survivors, we need as much sacrifices we can muster, so the dwarfs can construct these Hellcannons for us.
The marauders started to look for survivors whilst Citanul and the warriors of the Deathdealers went back towards their great fortress.
Nearing their fortress they could see a small regiment of skeletons, clad in ancient armour, marching towards them. Citanul ordered his men to wait.
He walked towards them, asking them:
- Shall I kill you now or do you want me something?
One of the skeletons stepped forward.
- Our master, King Amenhotep III, wishes to talk with you.
- Where is he and what does he want?
- He is at a base on a hill northwest of here, he offers a truce.
- A truce, is he afraid of me? Citanul answered, clearly satisfied with what he had heard.
- No, the skeleton replied, but you and your army isnīt important for now, he does not wish to fight you.
- Tell your master I will come tomorrow night.
- As you wish. The skeleton said something in an ancient language and the regiment turned around as one and started to march back from where they came...
When Citanul and his men reached the fortress, they were met by Anon.
- Good news Zar Citanul. Karl and the men came when you were out fighting the Lagothians, theyīve brought 2 great warherds of beastmen, led by a wargor called Khargorath and a shaman called Khagor. Theyīve also brought yet more men from the tribe of the Hound, a warband led by a Khornate champion called Garathor, also a few warriors from Hargrooth Blooddrinkerīs former army, aswell as a giant whom nobody knows the name of.
- That is good news indeed, but kill the shaman...
- But mylord I think we can have some use of him, he may use his magical powers to warn us of enemies, aswell as protect us from foul magics.
- Do as you wish, youīre probably right, but keep him away from me...
- Yes hunter... The old man said with quiet respectful voice.
Citanul went for his chambers, he wanted to be alone.
- Greetings, brother, whither goest thou? The speaker was garbed in rune encrusted plate. A full helmet obscured his face except for reddish glowing eyes. He was tall and thin, predatory looking. Behind him was some Khorngors, a beastman shaman and some Norsemen.
Citanul studied the other warrior warily, he was suspecting treachery.
- I am heading for my chamber. I need to be alone so that Khorne can grant me a vision of where the Crown of Tekranoc is.
-Truly thou art the chosen of Khorne, said the other mockingly. A thousand years ago I spoke similarly. I am sure the blood god will reward thee suitably.
- Do not mock me, little man, Citanul said dangerously.
- I do not mock thee, I envy thy determination. I had not the will to progress further in the service of our dark lord. I fear I was over-cautious. Now I wander the lands without a goal. Tis a drab existence.
Anon spoke.
- You do not seriously expect us to believe this tale? A thousand years!
The slender warrior laughed.
- Ten years, a century, a millenium, what does it matter? Time flows strangely here at the worlds edge. All who dwell within the Chaos wastes learn that eventually.
- Is that why you havenīt aged Citanul? Anon asked his older brother.
- Maybe, I do not know... Who are you? Citanul asked the warrior.
- I am Lord Garathor the Unchanging, once a feared champion of Khorne...
- Citanul.
- May I join thy quest Zar Citanul? It may prove mildly amusing following a hunter of Khorne.
- Iīm not sure I belive in you, “my lord”. A foppish, cowardly servant of Khorne!?
The black clad champion laughed sweetly.
- You will find, Zar Citanul, that Chaos holds all possibilities. Nothing is impossible.
Anon moved closer to Citanul
- I do not trust this one. Perhaps it would be best to kill him. He whispered.
Citanul looked down at his brother.
- You asked of me to spare the shaman, now I will spare this champion so that weīre even. I might kill him later. For now he is useful.
Citanul went to his chamber, whilst Anon went back to the army, keeping a cautious eye on their new companions.
Later that night, Citanul and his army had assembled at the courtyard in their fortress. The slaves were gathered in a long line, each facing a monstrous cannonlike construct the dwarfs has made during the day. It was atleast five spans in length and taller than a man. Huge metalspikes had been driven into the belly and barrel of the cannon. It had been banded with belts of ruddy brass, and Chaos runes had been engraved into the metal. On the cannon, a sorcerer of Lagoth had been chained to it. He was bloodied and beaten, but not dead.
Behind each slave a warrior of Khorne stood, each with a ceremonial greataxe lifted above their head.
Surveying this work was Yorri. He was standing on one of the walls, looking down at the cannon.
He held an ivory rod tightly in his left hand.
Yorri started chanting, louder and louder in some kind of daemonic language that no mortal tongue was ever meant to speak.
As Yorri chanted louder and louder, Citanul could feel the air thickening around him and magical energies gathering, Citanul had felt this before, a summoning.
As the pitch of Yorriīs corrupt chanting reached a crescendo, the warriors of Khorne stepped forward, beheading the slaves. Citanul did the same on the sorcerer strapped on the cannon itself.
The wind started blowing, Yorri was screaming:
- For the Dark Gods!
In the meantime the rest of the chaosdwarfs chained the cannon to the ground. When they were done they moved back, one of them screaming a warning to Citanul:
- Back off, or face the wrath of a daemonprince!
Citanul took a few steps back, not afraid, but not eager to test himself against a daemonprince quite yet.
The cannon started to shake and soon a roar could be heard from it as it came to life.
- It is done, Yorri said to Citanul. Are you satisfied my Zar?
- Yes Yorri, good work. Citanul answered him.
- Weīve made two bazukas aswell, they might prove very useful against that elfscum.
- Good, we will try your weapons as soon as possible, let your men control the Hellcannon until then.
- I will...

The next day Citanul ordered Anon to bring him 6 champions among the Skulltakers.
- Bring me Lord Garathor aswell.
- Yes Zar. Anon said before turning around to do as Citanul had said...
A few minutes later Anon knocked the door.
- What is it, Citanul said.
- Iīm here with the men as you told me, Zar Citanul. Anon answered before opening the door into the chamber.
- Well, well, as you all now, things arenīt going aswell as we would have thought, altough we win almost all of our battles we still donīt have men enough to fight both the undead, the forces of the Dark Prince and the Lagothians. So therefore I will ride to meet King Amenhotep III in his camp to make a deal.
- But Zar, one of the champions protested, wonīt Khorne be displeased with us?
- No, why would he, we donīt give him any souls when fighting the undead, and besides we need this truce to be able to find the Crown. If the undead would find the Crown before us, then we will just end the truce so that we will get the Crown, understand!?
- Yes Zar Citanul, the champion answered, bowing his head.
You seven will ride with me to Amenhotep, eight riders of Chaos, the sacred number of the blood god.
and you Anon, you will stay here, take command of the forces if needed, otherwise do not fight until I return. Build some siege engines and chariots instead, Weīll need those later.
- I do not know if the men will appreciate this Zar. Anon answered
- Tell them that if anybody disobeys I will kill them myself.
- Yes Zar Citanul.
- Now let us ride, Citanul said to the seven Champions of Khorne.

The men left the tower, each one saddling his steed of Chaos, soon they left the fortress riding towards King Amenhotepīs camp.
- Zar, I think thereīs an ambush ahead of us, among the ruins I could see something that reminded me of a Fiend of Slaanesh. Said one of the skulltakers that had ridden ahead of the rest.
- Always nice with a little warm up in the morning. Citanul answered.
The men spurred their horses even faster among the ruins, heading towards where the champion claimed to have seen the creature. Soon they could see a great bizarre creature, it was a mixture between scorpion, reptile and human. It was very bright coloured and had big green luminous eyes. The men could feel a strong sweet soporific musk from it. Behind the fiend was a couple of marauders dedicated to the dark prince, trying to push the fiend towards Citanul and the Skulltakers.
Citanul and the men didnīt hesitate, they charged the spawn and the marauders, hacking with their axes, blood was flowing and soon all the marauders lay dead, only the spawn still moved, it lashed itīs tail towards Citanul, who barely avoided it, striking with his greataxe, cutting of the tip of the tail. The spawn reared back and tried to defend itself with itīs crab like claws.
- Surround it, we shall kill it in the name of Khorne! Citanul yelled to his men.
- For the bloodgod! The men shouted, charging the spawn from all directions.
They hacked with their axes, Citanul more than any other and soon the spawn lay dead, with a smile of pleasue on itīs lips.
Citanul and his men turned their steeds and rode towards King Amenhotepīs camp once more.
When they reached the camp they were met by undead guards, they let Citanul and his men pass, giving them a clear way towards one of the bigger tents. Citanul and the men tied their steeds and went for the opening of the tent. Two Ushabti was guarding the entrance, when Citanul and his men neared the tent they spoke as one:
- Only the chosen one may enter.
- Stay here. Citanul ordered his men.
Citanul went into the tent, it was dark, but luckily he could see very well in darkness. Right in front of him a table had been setup, a map over Equantis was lying on the table. Ahead of him a skeleton wrapped in bandages with magical inscriptions stood, to the Tomb Kingīs left a man looking like a long dead corpse, with dry skin over his bones, stood. Citanul could feel magical energies from this man, surely a Liche Priest. To the right of the Tomb King was a much healthier looking man, he was long and muscular, clad in full plate armour. The armour had small red dragons on its shoulderplates. Citanul could feel magic from this being aswell.
- Welcome, King Amenhotep III said, as you know we all search for the Crown of Tekranoc, why we do this may not be for the same reasons, but still we have the same quest.
- Go on. Citanul said.
- Well as you know, the Lagothians have the strongest position on this island, to be able to defeat them we cannot fight eachother, you and your men are of no importance for us, as I might guess you do not care of us either!?
- Why should I, Citanul answered.
- Precisely. We do not wish to fight you and your men unless you have the Crown, nor would you like to fight us, because I know that youīve lost many men, altough youīve won each battle youīve been in. and your god doesnīt care about undead anyway. Besides you do not have the advantage I have. But itīs tiring to have to raise the corpses of the dead, draining magical energies from me and Iset. Therefore I offer you a truce, and if you wish you might be our ally against the Lagothians aswell.
- A truce eeh, maybe so, but an alliance I think not.
- It is your choice, but remember to be able to defeat all of the Lagothians you will need help, as will we.
- Who else is in this alliance? Citanul asked.
- Karl von Schiffeld to my right is a great vampire of the order of the Blood Dragons, he commands an army of undead as well. and maybe some other champions later...
- Would this mean none of the undead would fight us? Not even his men. Citanul said looking towards the vampire.
- We will fight eachother another time in another place. Karl said, revealing his fangs.
- Maybe youīre a man worth killing, Iīve heard of the Blood Dragons before, Iīve even defeated some of them. Citanul said mockingly...
- Then they were weaklings. Karl replied.
- Enough! King Amenhotep said in a dry booming voice. Will you join or not? We are attempting to besiege one of the Lagothianīs greatest castles tomorrow.
- I will not join you, but I will make a truce with you, my men wonīt kill any undead as long as they do not pose a threat.
- Nor will our men. King Amenhotep said.
Citanul turned around and went for the entrance.
- Before you leave, you might want to know where Jarea, the sorcerer of Slaanesh is!?
Citanul tuned around once more looking at King Amenhotep.
Heīs in a temple theyīve built only a few miles north of your camp.
- Thanks. Citanul said. He will not see the sun rise tomorrow....
- Good, heīs been annoying to us aswell.
Citanul went out of the tent and ordered his men back to the camp.

When Citanul and the champions reached the fortress a dark voice could be heard
- Hunter of Khorne, you have betrayed us!
Citanul looked towards the voice, he could see a great champion of Khorne, the champion was pointing towards Citanul, around him a regiment of Chaos warriors stood.
- Betrayed you, in what way?
- Youīve made an alliance with the undead. Khorne is displeased with you.
- I do as I want in search for the Crown, besides Khorne does not care about the soulless undead.
- I, Caramon, challenge you for the command of this army.
- A challenge has been issued. Anon cried out. Will you accept Zar Citanul, Hunter of Khorne?
- I will...
Citanul jumped down from his horse, drew his great axe and walked towards Caramon. Caramon drew his weapon aswell, a great pallasz.
The men formed a circle around them. Citanul stood before Caramon, and with a roar he engaged him in single combat. Both of them crying out their battlecry:
- Blood for the bloodgod, skulls for the throne of Khorne!
Citanul was the greater fighter of them but Caramon had a magical amulet which protected him against Citanulīs deadly blows. The two champions fought for nearly two hours, striking to the left, striking to the right, trying to find an opening, their blades drawing blood at almost every stroke, as the champions did not bother to protect themselves all to well. Finally the killing blow was struck. Citanulīs greataxe overcame the magical amulet and beheaded Caramon.
A cheer went up from the camp and his followers started chanting:
- Zar Citanul, chosen of Khorne! Zar Citanul, chosen of Khorne! Zar Citanul, Hunter of Khorne!
- I have not betrayed you, Citanul screamed, Khorne does not care about the undead, we must find the Crown! Therefore Iīve agreed on a truce with the undead, until we have found the crown, or until they have...
The hunter of Khorne bowed down to pick up the head of Caramon, as he did so he could see a blood red stone being held tight in Caramons hand. He took the stone examining it.
- Zar, Anon said. It is great news indeed that we do not have to fight the undead, Dagor Redhanded have landed on Equantis aswell, lending much needed strength to the forces of Kharneth.
Citanul didnīt seem to notice Anon, looking at the stone.
- A bloodstone, Anon said when he could see what Citanul was holding.
- A what? Citanul asked Anon. Still looking at the stone which seemed to pulse to life when he held it. Blood was starting to flow inside the stone, in some kind of veins, which resembled the skull rune of Khorne.
- A bloodstone. They are given only to the most favoured of Kharnethīs champions and allow their owner to call upon the aid of his daemonic minions. But be weary, any champion who uses it which Kharneth is not satisfied with, will be sucked into the realm of Chaos.
- Well this can be useful, how do I use it?
- You have to crush it, and drop some of your blood on it at the same time...
- How do you know about this?
- Hargrooth Blooddrinker had one of those, I saw when he used it.
Citanul put the stone in his belt.
- Anon, I want you to lead the Kurgans and some of the dwarfs to engage the spawn of Slaanesh tonight, just to try out the bazukas, fire all three of them into their camp, then return back here as fast as possible, tell the dwarfs that they will have to ride behind the Kurgans, haste is important.
- Yes Zar, but what will you do?
- I will go hunt....
Later that night, Anon had led the dwarfs succesfully against the army of Slaanesh, and the bazukas had proven their worth, more than 30 chosen warriors of Slaanesh had been killed, they were heading back to their fortress now, many of the children of Slaanesh were after them, but could not catch them.
Meanwhile Citanul was walking towards the Slaaneshi camp, he avoided some warriors passing him by, normally he would challenge and kill them, but not now, they were not his prey, he was looking for their temple, inside of it he would find Jarea, a sorcerer of Slaanesh that had avoided him before and managed to kill several of his men during his time in Equantis. But not any more...
Citanul found the temple, and entered it. The temple of Slaanesh was still and quiet, scented with sin and sweet corruption. Its silence was not that of the grave, nor of peace after the storm. It was the malicious, plotting stillness of evil waiting to be done, the silence before a moan or scream of pain and pleasure. Chains hanged from the roof, each ending in a meathook. The pillars were full of gruesome trophies, most of them were human body parts, the private parts...
Citanul could see a lone, white skinned albino chanting by the altar, he was summoning something, Citanul did not know what, but he wouldnīt wait too see, the lone figure was Jarea, and he wanted him dead as soon as possible. Citanul raised his axe and ran towards Jarea, crying out:
- Draw your weapons spawn of Slaanesh, for now you will die in the name of Khorne!
Jarea just turned around cooly, looking at Citanul.
- Youīre too late hunter! Today it will be your dead corpse that will be fed to the dogs, but not until you beg of me to die, muhahahahaha...
Citanul didnīt care about what Jarea said, he knew he could kill him.
Jarea cast a spell towards Citanul, it caused Citanul great agony, but he kept on coming towards Jarea. Jarea cast another spell, but it was dispelled, Khorne protected his followers against magic.
Citanul was only ten feet away from the albino, howling his battlecry:
- Blood for the blood god!
Jarea drew his sword, he looked forward to the fight.
Citanul lashed out with his axe and then skillfully changed the way his weapon was going, Jarea parried. Citanul raised his axe once more striking against the sorcerer, the sorcerer made some kind of magical shield that protected him. Jarea lashed with his sword towards Citanul, whom avoided it easily.
- Youīre not a very skillful fighter, Citanul cried in his berserker fury.
- Ha, as if that matters in a few moments!
Citanul didnīt bother with what Jarea had said but continued his frenzied hacking against Jarea, soon Citanul found his mark and the axe bit deep into Jareaīs chest. Jarea fell, cackling manically.
- By my god youīll soon be dead hunter!
- How would you kill me then? Citanul said with confidence.
- Not me, him. Jarea said pointing towards the temple entrance.
Citanul turned his head to see what it was, something was about to be summoned.
- Is this your work sorcerer?
- Yes hunter, to please my god.
Citanul didnīt know what was being summoned, he hadnīt seen this before. A wind started to blow inside of the temple, the chains were a deadly trap now. Citanul could feel the sweet odour in the air grow stronger, a shape started to manifest itself. Whatever it was it was huge, nearly five times as large as Citanul himself.
A humanoid body started to take form, it had two pair of ams, the upper pair ended in immense crablike claws, the lower pair as normal hands, one of the hands held a great sword, as huge as Citanul himself. The daemon had a single female breast, itīs skincolour was the same as that of an elf, and atop of itīs head it had a pair of huge horns.
Citanul felt dizzy by even looking at the creature, but he knew what it was; a Slayer of Slaanesh, also known as a Keeper of Secrets.
Citanul didnīt really know what to do, but charged against it anyway.
The greater daemon charged towards Citanul aswell, getting many small cuts from the chains, this only seemed to make the daemon run even faster.
The greater daemon chanted something whilst it charged towards Citanul and soon Citanul was hit by a whip made of pure Chaos energy. He stumbled and felt pain but ignored it in his berserker fury, continuing charging towards the Keeper of Secrets.
They met with a clash, Citanul made blow after blow against the great daemon, the daemon parried it with ease and stroke against Citanul with one of itīs claws, which Citanul barely avoided. The daemon was faster than Citanul and soon Citanul was caught in the daemonīs claws. It lifted up Citanul, who desperatly tried to get his greataxe free. The greater daemon took off Citanulīs helmet and licked the sweat from his forehead with itīs great tongue, Citanul felt very dizzy and was beginning to faint.
With all of his last will Citanul smashed his skull into the face of the Keeper of secrets, some bloodlike substance began to flow from itīs nose, but it just laughed at him tightening itīs grip, then it threw him into the wall of the temple.
Citanul had dropped is greataxe, with no weapon he would surely be dead against such a mighty being. Then Citanul remember what his brother had said about the Bloodstone, surely Khorne couldnīt be displeased with him now!? He took up the bloodstone and crushed it in his bloody fist. Immediatly he could feel the familiar gathering of power from a summoning. The greater daemon noticed it aswell, rushing towards Citanul as fast as possible, set out to kill him. Then suddenly out of nowhere a dark smoke came surrounding Citanul, in it he could hear a constant chanting:
- Blood for the bloodgod! Skulls for the throne!
When the cloud dissapearred, eight times eight, numbering a total of sixty four bloodletters was in between Citanul and the Keeper of Secrets. They charged the greater daemon in daemonic berserker fury. Ancient hatred filling the daemons made them ignore anything else... Citanul looked for his greataxe, soon he found it and jumped into the fight eagerly. The greater daemon had already killed almost 20 of the Bloodletters, but their hellforged blades had found their mark aswell, the greater daemon was missing an arm, aswell as having several cuts in itīs legs. The greater daemon killed some more bloodletters, whilst it avoided Citanulīs deadly strikes, but the numbers started to show, it could not avoid all of the blades and where it killed a bloodletter another one eagerly stepped in. The daemons magic didnīt work against the bloodletters and soon it fell. It still continued to fight whilst laying down, but it had many great wounds that would kill a mortal many times over, when Citanul finally lifted his greataxe and struck the throat of the daemon it dissappeared into the warp once more.
- Blood for the bloodgod! Citanul screamed.
Only about 20 bloodletters was still alive, the rest of them having been sent back into the warp.
- Kill the Glorified One or die trying.
The bloodletters did as Citanul said, Citanul took the head from Jarea who was barely still alive.
Then he ran out of the temple, saw the bloodletters fighting their way trough the ranks of the slaaneshi marauders, towards the Glorified Ones palace...
Pressing down his bloodlust, Citanul killed a marauder that was in his way and then stole a horse from the marauders, he started to ride towards his fortress, today was a day when Khorne would be very pleased indeed, the Slaaneshi host was no longer a threat...

- Zar, my lord Citanul? A voice outside of Citanulīs door could be heard.
- Enter. Citanul said
- I cannot, a hunter of Khorne is guarding your chamber door.
Citanul opened the door, outside the door was a great Flesh Hound of Khorne, it was more than eight feet long, around itīs neck was a collar of Khorne. When it saw Citanul it sat down as a dog, knowing it was itīs master. Karl, the warrior that had assembled the beastmen was standing a few paces away.
- A fitting gift for a hunter of Khorne donīt you think?
- Yes Zar. Karl said.
- So what do you want?
- A messenger from the Lagothians have requested your attention.
- Why would I want to talk with him?
- He said he had something of value to you...
- Then let him in...
A blackskinned elf, with white hair came to the entrance. He was wearing scale like light armour.
When he entered Citanulīs chamber he looked shocked.
The room was covered in skulls from all of the men Citanul had killed, in the center of the room, Citanul was sitting in a throne made of skulls, standing beside the throne was the flesh hound.
- My lord has sent me. The Lagothian said in a nervous voice. He wants you and your men to stop fighting us. Or else...
- Or else what? Citanul roared out, clearly angered that someone dared come here and threat him.
- Or else my master will kill your brother Anon.
- Then you would have to find him first.
- We already have, last night when he and his men rode back from the attack against the Slaaneshi camp, three assassins captured him without anyone to notice it.
Citanul was thinking for a long time, this was bad news...
- Tell your master we will not fight them.
- I knew you would understand, the Lagothian said confident.
Now go, or I will kill you in the name of my god...
The Lagothian hurried out, he left the camp and made it towards his own.
Citanul was sitting in his chamber, thinking, no one dared to disturb him. Suddenly a voice could be heard.
- My Zar, an emissary has come from Dogan, the Lord of Undivided.
Citanul went out of the chamber, letting Karl show him where the emissary was. He could see an Aspiring Champion of undivided walking towards him at the courtyard. The mark of Khorne was more common on him than the rest of the marks and on his back were two axes.
When the champion reached Citanul, he kneeled, putting a fist to his chest.
- Dogan, the Lord of Undivided requests an alliance.
- Tell your lord I will accept this alliance, if he and his men join me and King Amenhotep. We are attempting to besiege one of the Lagothianīs greatest castles tonight. He will find us very easily...
- I will! said the champion. The champion turned around, walking towards the entrance, when he heard Citanul cry out:
-Men prepare for the bloodiest battle sofar! Tonight the Bloodgod will be satisfied!
The men started to cheer, they were all eager for battle.
The champion was satisfied and left the camp.
- Yorri bring your weapons
- Yes Zar, finally we will kill the elves. Yorri ran towards the Hellcannon
Karl went up beside Citanul.
- Zar what about your brother?
- I have no brother...

In total Iīll try & make eight chapters (chosen number of Khorne) so youīll have to wait...

Specialrules for Zar Citanul can be found here
& the next chapters can be found here.
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I really, really liked it! it sure is a rather strange champion of khorne, but hey, he's good! I'd like to hear more of this guy.
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Wow that was a long one, but very good. I mean very, very good, lots of details and it feels almost like reading a real fantasybook. I sensed that parts of it was inspired by the movie Troy, or am I all wrong?

Are you a writer? Just wondering because your tactics was also very long and well thought out.
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Great fluff!

Will be fun to hear more about a fellow Khorne Champion.
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Veln Sheldar
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Very very cool!

its enough to make one yell "Blood for the Blood God"

well almost..;)

Where are you planning to land Equantis or Levin?



See Ya Veln
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12 Dec 2004, 03:54PM
In chapter 2 I will write about the landing on Equantis based on a real battle


I think this answers your question veln.. ;)
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rogge_85
Dec 12 2004, 07:57 PM
Wow that was a long one, but very good. I mean very, very good, lots of details and it feels almost like reading a real fantasybook. I sensed that parts of it was inspired by the movie Troy, or am I all wrong?

Are you a writer? Just wondering because your tactics was also very long and well thought out.

I take it you liked it :D

& no Iīm not a writer...

& thx all you other guys aswell!

Veln: end of mankind was right about that one...
Actually Iīve already landed, but this part was a bit more timeconsuming than I thought it would be...
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hmm well that will teach me to pay closer attention to things after the fluff...;)

Thanks for pointing that out to me guys..

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Dec 13 2004, 03:45 AM
rogge_85
Dec 12 2004, 07:57 PM
Wow that was a long one, but very good. I mean very, very good, lots of details and it feels almost like reading a real fantasybook. I sensed that parts of it was inspired by the movie Troy, or am I all wrong?

Are you a writer? Just wondering because your tactics was also very long and well thought out.

I take it you liked it :D

& no Iīm not a writer...

Well yes I liked it, I liked it alot, hope to read more from you soon!
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I really liked it. Excpecially the fact that he is not just a run of the mill Khorne warrior but unique.
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nice story, very long and detailed.

keep up the great work
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Dec 13 2004, 08:07 PM
I really liked it. Excpecially the fact that he is not just a run of the mill Khorne warrior but unique.

Well donīt we all want our characters to be unique?
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Yes, but alot of people want to make their character unique in a bad way.
"My Khorne character is not just the run of the mill warlord, he is the son of Khorne himself and kan kill 20 greater deamons in one blow".

And no, that was not in any way directed at Khorneson :P I happen to like his characters fluff and its nothing like the above.
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Well thatīs just plain boring...
& most of the time when they make rules for their characters theyīre overpowered...

If you look at the rules for Zar Citanul you will notice that an ordinary chaoslord can probably beat the crap out of him, but he has a nice little edge in challenges, to represent heīs the Hunter of Khorne
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Chapter 2 is up now... (read first post to find it)
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