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| The Return | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 1 2005, 12:59 AM (406 Views) | |
| The Flying Beaver | Jan 1 2005, 12:59 AM Post #1 |
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Clanlord
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Gorash sat upon his throne, surrounded by his servants. He was in a very large, round room, and seven sorcerers of Nurgle were drawing a powerful runic circle as he commanded. When they finished, the runes began to glow and the air became thicker. With a wave of his arm, the sorcerers stood in a spot around the circle. Gorash then spoke: “My loving servants, I was granted a vision last night by none other than our Master, the great Nurglitch!” Murmurs spread across the room, and stopped soon after when Gorash raised his arm. “The great emissary of Nurgle, Slak’Nar came to me and I learned that he had been destroyed by the foul magicks of the children of Tchar!” Angry cries came out at the mention of the daemon’s banishment and the name of the magic god. “Fear not, loyal children of the Grandfather! He shall return to us this day, and you shall witness it!” He turned his head towards the door. “Bring in the host!” The large doors to the room were opened by two massive chaos ogres. A pair of large men walked in wearing masks over their faces but no shirt, and holding chains which attached to a man’s arms. The man struggled against his captors but to no avail. He was lead to the center of the runic circle, and great spikes were hammered into the ground to hold him in place, then they left, with the ogres closing the door again with a loud bang. With the man now standing before Gorash, the Chaos Lord spoke again. “Bastard-child of Tchar, do you know why you have been brought here rather than killed?” The man didn’t respond. “Do you know what your fate shall be?” Gorash asked. Then man shook his head. “I shall tell you then! You shall have one of the greatest honours, so be happy! For the daemon Slak’Nar whom your foul brethren banished, shall be taking your body as a host to this world! He will not be reborn as the emissary of Nurgle, but as a daemon prince!” A petrified look came over the man, and he began to scream as he desperately tried to force his chains out. “Begin the summoning!” Gorash called out. The seven sorcerers began chanting, having perfectly timed arm movements and voices. Pure chaos energy could be seen flowing over their bodies and gathered around their hands, and the runes began to glow brightly. After several minutes of chanting, the gathering energy began to spread to the host body, causing the plagues of Nurgle to cover him. The man screamed and tried to collapse on the floor but couldn’t with his chains. The chanting continued for about ten more minutes, and when they stopped the runes floated across the floor and absorbed into the man’s body. The man was still alive but no longer screaming, his flesh rotted off in dozens of places. Utter silence filled the room. Suddenly, the man began convulsing. A black gas surrounded him and when he was no longer visible flashes of light came out. A roar echoed throughout the room, and the man gave out a final scream as his body was lost. The black gas disappeared, and a great daemon stood before Gorash. Its body was green, covered in poxes and blisters, pus spewing out from many infected cuts. It had a great pair of wings, great clawed feet and a spiked tail, and two arms. One hand was free, and in the other it gripped a staff, taller than Gorash, with a large emerald stained by the plagues of Nurgle at the head of the staff. The mark of Nurgle burned into his forehead and chest. A smile grew on his face, and he spoke. “Hail to thee, Plague Lord Gorash, High Champion of the fleets of Nurgle, Ark-Claimer, Chieftain of the Torgal Tribe and Bane of Druchii!” Slak’Nar said. “And hail to you Slak’Nar, former Emissary of Nurgle and mighty daemon prince of corruption! It is good to know you walk the realm of mortals again and lend us your aid.” Gorash replied. “I shall soon take flight to the island of Levin, but we shall talk first. First of all, things are going well on the island, except for the Tzeench lord Lightbringer escaping. There is a warlord blessed by Nurgle on the island named Pustal, I have spoken with him. When you meet him he shall join with you. Also, your servant Raklaz has fared well against the Dawi Zharr, leading a force against them and stealing several of the daemon machines. The ocean has stopped boiling as well, set sail at full speed immediately. That is all I have to say. I leave for the island now. Slak’Nar left the great chamber and went to the top level of the massive Black Ark. He leapt out, his great wings carrying him over the Meridan gulf quickly. Soon he was above the island and could see Pustals forces battling a Tzeench force. With a wave of his staff the Tzeench force began to suffer plagues, vomiting their innards and their skin peeling, forcing Tzeench force to rout. Pustals mounted forces began pursuing the force, running down hundreds of the warriors. With a great yell Slak’Nar landed in front of Pustal, with the Bray-Shaman Lorka standing next to him. With a great cry in his unnatural, daemonic voice, he cried, “I have returned!” |
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| Jackety | Jan 1 2005, 02:10 AM Post #2 |
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Evil! The vomiting their inards out was a good addition though... So, Slak'Nar is a Daemon Prince of Nurgle, and a sorcerer? Evil son of a gun... Good story, ontop of the little comments I just made. :) |
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| Lightbringer | Jan 1 2005, 02:19 AM Post #3 |
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Evil Wizards Inc.
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Nice story, but I banished you before and I can do it again! :D |
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| The Flying Beaver | Jan 1 2005, 06:37 AM Post #4 |
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@ Jackety- Daemon princes can cast magic, and read the former fluff for Slak'Nar. @Lightbringer- But now he's much more powerful, in his old form he was just there to speak for Nurgle, now he's a very powerful Daemon prince! Also we captured you before, and can do it again! We cut your arm off before, and can do it again! |
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| Tr0x | Jan 1 2005, 07:36 AM Post #5 |
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Exalted Guardian
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wow! amazing fluff! even if it's nurgle influenced <_< it was still well done! |
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| Lightbringer | Jan 1 2005, 10:33 AM Post #6 |
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Evil Wizards Inc.
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Well... I... that was all part of my plan! :P |
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| Gurkhal | Jan 1 2005, 04:48 PM Post #7 |
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Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
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That was really good iAmThEfLyInGbEaVeR. |
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| The Flying Beaver | Jan 2 2005, 04:31 AM Post #8 |
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Clanlord
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Thank you all, I'm glad you liked it. The comments I receive is why I write in the first place, so keep 'em coming! And while I am the Flying Beaver, just call me Flying Beaver or just Beaver, it looks and sounds better. Remember, only I can say that I am the Flying Beaver. |
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| rogge_85 | Jan 2 2005, 10:26 PM Post #9 |
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Anti spammer
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Nice story, guess I have to kill a servant of the plaguelord now! ;) |
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| The Flying Beaver | Jan 3 2005, 09:31 AM Post #10 |
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Kill a nurgling. That counts as your servant of the plaguelord and it means you Tzeench guys have something to do until we hack off your arms and lock you in a tower again. |
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