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| Gurkhal | Jan 3 2005, 08:13 PM Post #1 |
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Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
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Dagor looked out from the portal in the palace towards the incoming warband. As the warriors came into the huge courtyard they raised their trophies from their time in the ruins, several bloody heads and cried bloodthirsty. Dozens of other warriors answered them and with equally bloodthirsty roars and wavering with their weapons. Dagor smiled when the warriors positioned their trophies around the large icon of Khorne in the centre of the courtyard. The huge mound of heads was growing larger with every passing day. In the ruins around the area controlled by his forces, warbands and patrols fought with similar enemy groups, mostly the lagothians and in some numbers those that claimed to follow all the four gods of Chaos. Dagor turned around and began to walk towards his private chambers. As he walked he passed several hundred warriors, probably over a thousand ones. The palace they had occupied was probably the largest single building Dager had ever seen in his entire life. It was even larger than many towns in Kislev and in the Empire. The courtyard was in itself large enough for several thousand men to stand in. The palace was mostly made in some strange black stone with white patterns in it, Dagor had never seen any stone like that before. The entire palace was yet to be explored by his followers but he had other things to do. As he walked he remembered the capture of it. The few Slaanesh followers that had manage to escape had fled here when Dagor landed on the beach. They where still some distance from the beach when their comrades where butchered. As Dagor had attacked the palace they had not lasted long against the servants of Khorne. Inside Dagor had meet a small group of lagohtians that Dagor assumed had earlier infiltrated the building. They had quickly been overrun, only a few of them escaping into the dungeons, the ones that where sent after them never returned. Dagor assumed that there was some secret tunnel or way inside the palace in the dungeons below. After almost forty minutes of walking Dagor arrived at his personal chamber, the doors where guarded by several warriors who had been chosen by Khorne. The warriors feel to their knees as Dagor walked past them but stopped by their leader, an Aspiring Champion of Khorne. “Go and tell the Zars that I want them to come here. I have something to proclaime for them." The Champion bowed and walked away to assemble the Zars that Dagor had asked after. Shortly after Dagor himself had made landfall on the island the rest of his forces arrived, carring his Zars with them. Biel-Tarak the Cruel, Dadnir Black-Hearth and Assylach the Slaughter. As the Champion’s footsteps died away down the hall Dagor walked to a huge throne-like chair that they had found. It was made in one piece of solid black stone. Originally it had been several strange spider marks on it, these had been quit of and the symbols associated with the Blood God had been cut into the stone instead and they had been painted red with blood that had now dried. Dagor lent back in the chair and thoughtfully drew his finger by the edge of the axe’s blade. With a quite curse Dagor felt that he had cut himself and place the axe to the side of the chair, a small drop of blood was coming from his finger. Dagor looked as the drop feel from the finger and hit the floor where it squashed and formed a small circle of blood. Some time later, Dagor was not sure how long but by the light that came in from the roof window it could not have been more than perhaps forty to forty-five minutes before the door opened and Kron stepped inside. He where followed by Biel-Taraka, Dadnir and Assylach after who the doors where shut again. The Zars formed a half circle around before Dagor and kneeled. They rose up again when Dagor began to speak. “I have made a decision.” He said. “We have spent more than enough time here, waiting and cowering like rabbits, away from the battle and the carnage that Khorne loves. It is time to show the rest of our enemies here that we do not in anyway lack power of strength. We will show them that their time is over, just as Slaanesh was casted out of here we will crush them and drink from their skulls!” The Zars cried in approval. “We shall strike at their hearth, straight into their main stronghold in the area.” Dagor walked over to a table where a damaged map of Equentis laid. They had found it as well in the palace. Sometimes it was not showing the truth. Some buildings where little more than ashes and dust. Some streets would just end with huge holes in the ground or be blocked by so much rubble that it was impossible to get it away from the street or to climb over it. Dagor draw his dagger and drove it into the table at a huge building that had been marked out with a circle of charcoal around it. “Here at their stronghold in this part of the city we will strike. We will crush their temple-fortress and bury them beneath it!” Again the Zars let their approval be heard. “Prepare your men for the battle to come. We will assemble tomorrow at the courtyard at the same time as the sun can first be seen over the horizon. Dadnir you will remain here and be in command while I am gone tomorrow.” Dagor could see the Zar’s disappointment but he would obey. The Zars bowed and left the room, leaving Dagor alone. The Khornate lord walked to his chair and sat down in it. “Tomorrow” he thought. “Khorne will see my power.” Already the other Khornate warlord Zar Citanul had made huge progress against the enemies of Khorne. Dagor could not let Citanul have all the glory in Khorne’s eyes of slaying his enemies Dagor would show his god his power. And then he feel asleep. The next morning as the sun sent it’s light over the city Dagor walked out from the palace and was greeted by several thousand warriors that had gathered in the courtyard and outside it. Dagor raised his hands and the men feel silent. “Today we go to war my brothers!” Dagor told the troops with a high voice. “Our enemies thinks that this island is theirs, not ours. This island is to be claimed in the name of the Blood God! Our enemies are weak and we are strong! We shall drive them before us and we will build a great mound of skulls to Khorne with their heads! And when the favoured of Khorne, Raakorgath the Butcher comes we will grant him this island as a gift and it will be a testament to the whole world and our god of our strength at arms!” The men beneath him cried in approval and thirst for blood. Beating with their weapons on their shields, the warhounds bayed like mad. Dagor walked down and a corridor was shaped in front of him and the three Zars that followed after him. Dagor mounted up on his chaos steed and lifted his axe into the air. “Forward! To blood and battle!” The army marched out, their banners in red, brass and black where flying over them and their war horns blow out long tones over the city that told that Dagor Redhanded was going to battle and with him Biel-Tarak the Cruel, Assylach the Slaughter and Kron Bloodeye. As the army marched forward they meet several smaller warbands of khornate warriors how saluted the army with war cries and encouraging shouts. As the army marched forward they came to the end of the area under the control of Dagor’s forces and where a strong force of Undivided followers had taken control and expanded their borders. A furious border war between small warbands from both sides ambushing and attacking each other had began, now Dagor intended to make a large scale strike at the enemies main stronghold in the area. At the border several, almost twenty heads belonging to Khorne followers had been impaled upon wooden spikes, their heads turned at the khornate controlled area. Dagor looked at the heads and shock his own. “Do they believe that I will be scared off by that?” Dagor asked into the air. As the army continued forward the entire city appeared to be almost empty, not a single moment was seen in the shadows, nothing at all. Kron came walking up to Dagor. “They are going to ambush us my lord.” Kron said. “It is to quiet to be natural.” “Let them come, I am not afraid of them. They are too weak to do anything to us. But tell the men to be more alert to sounds and moments if you feel better.” Dagor replied with sarcasm. Kron turned with a hard face and told the warriors that he came across too keep their eyes open for anything. Suddenly however the silence disappeared and was replaced by the thundering sounds of heavy cavalry and the call from a war horn. In the next moment black armoured knights came into view and charged against the front of the column of khornate warriors. “Forward! Slay them all!” Dagor cried as he galloped with his steed to meet them. The two forces made contact Dagor and the knights that where ridding closest to him disappeared in a sea of black armoured knights. Many knights rode to the side and smashed into the infantry next in line, cutting down over a hundred with the force of their charge. Kron dogged a blow and cut down a knight with his two axes, blocked another blow and next a steed’s leg was cut away and the knight tumbled to the ground, when he tried to get up another knight slammed into him with his steed. The knight on the ground was crushed as a steed feel on him when it’s legs where cut away by a great axe wielded by a frenzied Khorne warrior. Dagor blocked a blow with his shield and sent the knight who attacked him to meet his masters in person. Dagor had charged in against the enemy, eager to spill their blood, as he and his followers where surrounded they where unable to press forward and where hard pressed to defend themselves against the furious attacks from the enemies. Around him his own knights where killing several enemies but they where not without their own losses and the circle of khornate knights slowly became even smaller. A Champion bearing the Mark of the eight pointed star of Chaos attacked Dagor, his first strike with a large sabre was blocked and next the Undivided Champion tried to pierce his sabre into Dagor’s steed. Dagor manage to cut the Champion’s hand off and then beheaded him. Suddenly however the knights in black galloped away down the street, holding a few khornate banners in the air as they pulled back, crying cries of victory. Dagor brought his steed forward and manage to cut down the last of the enemies, letting the knight’s body join the ones of those that where already lying on the ground in the mixed blood from both sides. Before Dagor or anyone else could follow the withdrawing enemies they where gone and everything was a silent as before the ambush. Dagor rode back to the rest of the army where Kron and Biel-Taraka where waiting with bloody weapons, Assylach was making his way towards them from the backer lines of the army. Dagor spotted a knight in black armour that had lost his helm and who had a huge hole in the back of his armour, the way the man crawled by only using his hands Dagor realised that the man’s spine probably was thrashed. Dagor dismounted from his steed and walked up to the man, raised his boot and brought it down at the point where the man’s spine was broken. The man cried out in pain, the warriors around him grinned cruelly. “How many have we killed of them?” Dagor asked has he raised his heavy boot again. “About sixty to seventy my lord.” Biel-Taraka replied. “And our own losses?” Dagor asked as he let his boot come crashing down. Crushing the screaming knight’s bare head like an eggshell. “Almost three-hundred men at least. Probably more.” Biel-Taraka answered. “Get the men moving and kill any surviving enemies.” Dagor said as he got back into the saddle of his steed and lead his warriors forward. “How could they get so close without us hearing them?” Dagor asked Kron when the two of them where going ahead of the rest. “Probably through cowardly magic and good planning.” Kron answered. “If you had not broken up their lines with your charge we would probably have lost even more to the enemies and they likely fewer.” “You think they will trouble us during the attack on their fortress?” Dagor asked. “They will hardly just let us attacking without resistance, so yes. We can expect some sort of rear or flank attack when we attack the fortress.” “Very well. Look!” Dagor said and pointed to a building that could been seen towering over the surrounding ruins. “We are close to our goal.” After ten minutes they arrived at the fortress-temple of their enemies. The walls where made in solid stone and the gate was fashioned in steel, a huge eight pointed star in the middle. Atop the walls where hundreds of black armoured warriors. “Get something to knock that gate down.” Dagor told Assylach. The Zars stood to his both sides “The rest of you, deploy you forces for the attack.” The Zars walked away and the troops began to move into position. Dagor had not thought it to be as well defended, the khornate warriors had only brought ladders but it would seem that it would be necessary to knock down the gate as well. “Biel-Tarak!” The Zar turned around to face Dagor. “My lord?” Biel-Tarak asked. “You stay here with the knights and the warhounds. Make sure that the enemy knights that attacked us before don’t show up again to make problems.” “Yes, my lord” Biel-Tarak mounted his huge chaos steed. As the khornate warriors surrounded the fortress Assylach and two dozen of his men returned with a heavy stone statue, a naked women that was covered almost fully in her long and thick hair. Dagor nodded with a smile to Assylach who nodded back with a grin. Dagor walked in front of his men and raised his axe to the fortress, he was standing slightly to the left of the gate. From above the besieged warriors of Undivided looked down on their besiegers. Dagor turned to his warriors. “Look at them!” he said. His men had started to screaming louder and louder, they betted with their weapons on their shields. They where working themselves up into a frenzy. “Cowering behind their walls like pitiful animals or the weaklings in the south! Do they think that walls can protect them? They are to die and this day Khorne will laugh in joy of the slaughter that we will make of these cowards”. Dagor turned towards the fortress again. “Blood for the blood god!” Dagor cried and with his axe made the signal to attack. “Skulls for the skull throne!” his men cried almost as one as they charged forward, blowing in their war horns to call their comrades to battle. Dagor looked up to the ramparts as his men run past him on either side, carrying their ladders with them. They would raze this building and fire and steel would consume all those within. A bolt of darkness came flying from the section of the wall just over the gate, it hit four marauders who feel to the ground. They screamed as their bodies where turned black and began to burn from the inside out, the battle had begun. A group of marauders reached the walls before the others and began to raise a ladder, but before it had been fully raised the warriors on the top of the wall emptied a pot of boiling oil over them. The oil hit the young warriors who feel to the ground with screams of pain. More warriors made it to the walls and raised their ladders. As the first few began to climb up a rain of burning oil came over them. Clearing the ladders of climbers, as the new ones began to climb up a shower of stones hit them, killing even more. Towards the gate almost five hundred warriors where marching, bringing the statue that they had attached large grabbing hocks into for carrying under a roof of shields. A new black bolt came flying from the sorcerer but in the middle of the air it just died away. “Khorne does not like it when true warriors are killed by magic-wielding cowards.” Dagor thought to himself. The warriors at the gate made it to it and were greeted with stones that just bunched off their shields. With a huge bang the statue hit the gate. Beneath the walls the mounds of the dead and the dying where growing ever higher. But the khornate warriors where coming closer and closer to the ramparts. And for each killed there was another to take his place, and another and another. Above the gate the warriors of Undivided place a huge stone on the wall, it took almost ten strong men to lift it and six to push it over the edge. When it came crashing down eight warriors where crushed beneath it, as the roof of shields where broken oil and stones came flying down, killing even more warriors. As the warriors on top poured more boiling oil down one warrior raised his head when he heard a shout about oil. The oil hit him straight in the face, straight in the eye slips on his helmet. The warrior collapsed on the ground, kicking in the bloody and oily mud while screaming high enough to be heard clearly over the sound of battle. But new warriors eagerly rushed forward to grab the statue and raised a new roof of shields. Dagor could see a clear change in the battle now. The Undivided followers where running out of stones and of enough warm oil. The first warrior to reach the rampart killed an black armoured warrior before his head was cut in two by another defender. Almost everywhere Dagor’s followers where making good progress and where reaching the ramparts. More khornate warriors than Undivided ones where killed but Dagor’s forces could take those losses, the defenders could not. As Dagor saw the fighting on the wall he could not restrain himself but began to make his way toward a ladder. Finally he reached the ladder and forced his way forward. He began to climb up, a stone came from the walls and stroked down a warrior above him. Dagor noticed that he was not going upwards anymore. A marauder had stopped climbing. He was holding his shield over him, looking firmly into the wall with a pale face showing fear and panic. Dagor climed a few steeps up, grabbed the marauder’s belt and ripped him off the ladder. The surprise, the fact that the marauder only held himself to the ladder with one hand and Dagor’s strength made it impossible to not lose the grip to the ladder. “Coward.” Dagor thought to himself when the warrior feel screaming to his death below. After a short minute Dagor reached the rampart. A two-handed sword was beheading the warrior above him, his body feel past Dagor. When Dagor made it to the top of the ladder a warrior in black armour lifted his huge and with blood covered sword to strike Dagor down, but before he could Dagor stroke with his axe, the man was hit in the chest and feel. Dagor quickly climbed over to the rampart and only narrowly manage to block a blow from an enemy’s sword. Dagor stroke out and his hit were blocked by the enemy’s shield. A rain of blows from the two warriors continued until Dagor saw an opening and cut the man’s leg off. With a stroke with his shield Dagor punched the warrior down to by killed by the courtyard’s stone. When Dagor charged another warrior he heard a huge crack from beneath and bloodthirsty cheers from the same source. Dagor manage to turn aside his enemy’s blade and killed him. Dagor now found himself looking into the eyes of the enemy sorcerer, the sorcerer pointed his finger forward and a new bolt of lightning came flying. Dagor mange to dogged it and it missed him with a very small margin. Instead it hit the warrior behind Dagor who was cast backward by the force of the magic missile and stroke into the warrior behind him and both feel screaming off the wall. Dagor rushed towards the his enemy, the sight and presence of a coward like this made Dagor furious and he lifted his axe, let his shield go, grabbed the axe with both his hands and let it came down with all the power he could muster. The sorcerer had no roam to back as there was fighting warriors behind him. The rampart was to thin for him to make any form of moment to avoid the attack, finally Dagor was much bigger than the sorcerer and he had none of Dagor’s movement and so could not hope to ram Dagor. The sorcerer lifted his two swords to block but Dagor’s axe went through them both and split the sorcerer’s head in two and utterly chattering his chest. Warriors in red and brass rushed past Dagor to engage the other enemies but Dagor’s attention was grabbed by the call of war horn that now sounded over the battle. As Dagor looked the knights that had earlier attacked the army before charged in. They where followed by groups of infantry, including a few beastmen herds with gors and ungors. The knights under Biel-Tarak charged the enemy knights and the warriors in the rear of the Khorne army attacked the enemy infantry, locking them in a bloody battle as more warriors from both sides charged in. Dagor could see below how the Undivided followers that had tried to block the way for Assylach and his warriors that attacked through the shattered gate were to the last cut down. Dagor ran past his warriors, his attention was fixed on reaching the inner parts of the enemy temple first, he thought to himself that the enemy leader was probably there. A black armoured warrior tried to stop him but Dagor ran into him and then throw him over the wall. Assylachs warriors where trying to crush the door to the temple with the statue that had earlier crushed the door, the wooden door buckled under the force put on it. With a crash the door was utterly shattered and Dagor was the first to rush in. But it was empty, a few slaves that held weapons in untrained hands where quickly killed but the enemy leader was not here. “Return to the battle with your men Assylach.” Dagor said. “You.” Dagor said as he pointed on ten warriors. “Search this building, kill anyone you find and then report to me later when I summon you after the battle.” Dagor pointed to one of the warriors. “What is your name?” “Daar’ect” the man answered. “You are responsible. Now move all of you!” Dagor and Assylach ran towards the battle outside the fortress with Assylachs men. The Undivided forces where pressed hard against the khornate ones and when they saw enemies charging out from the fortress they correctly assumed that the fortress was lost and made a withdraw. A few knights followed them but they either lost contact with the enemy or where ambushed and killed. After one hour all the pursuers had return, many of them with several heads with them. “You there!” Dagor said to a marauder. He was standing in the hall of the conquered enemy temple. Together with him where his Zars. “Find the warrior who’s name is Daar’ect and bring him here. “ “Yes my lord” The marauder quickly answered. After half an hour Darr’ect and the marauder came to Dagor. “Leave us.” Dagor told the marauder who quickly left. “Well, Daar’ect.” Dagor said. “What did you found?” “Except for an altar and some religious icons and a little gold. Nothing.” Daar’ect answered. “Nothing?” Dagor said and lend closer to Daar’ect. “Nothing?” he said again. “Well we did find a secret way out but they had collapsed the tunnel behind them. “Show me.” Dagor replied. Daar’ect showed Dagor and Biel-Tarak the collapsed tunnel and the otherwise empty temple. “What shall we do with this temple my lord?” Biel-Tarak asked. “It is well built and we could use a stronghold in the enemies land.” “You perhaps need a fortress to hide in, I don’t.” The Zar swallowed the insult with great difficulty. “Should we raze it? It will take a long time to do that.” Dagor turned and began to walk towards the exit. “You will take care of this fortress, I will return to my base.” Dagor said to Biel-Tarak. “Continue the fight and do as you see fit against these warriors of Undivided. I shall take care of the dark skinned elves. “ As you command my lord.” The Zar answered. After almost three hours of killing the wounded enemies and gathering all their heads Dagor’s forces began to march back. Leaving Biel-Tarak and his warriors reinforced with several others, almost two thousand men to guard the new fortress and dedicate it to the Blood God’s glory. Just outside the gate a mound of skulls had been erected. And standing up from the skulls where a pole with the eight pointed star with a human with the Mark of Chaos Undivided on his head, he was crucified upon the star. A grim message to the enemies of Khorne. |
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| snyggejygge | Jan 3 2005, 08:21 PM Post #2 |
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High Zar of Khorne
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Yes a good story indeed, nice to read. But you have a lot of incorrect spelling, making it harder to read sometimes. |
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| Whitethunder500 | Jan 3 2005, 08:39 PM Post #3 |
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Insane until further notice.
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Very nice Gurkhal! It was a little hard to read because most of it was in blocks. Remember, new line for each new speaker and if you change the subject. But still, very nice! |
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| end of mankind | Jan 3 2005, 08:51 PM Post #4 |
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yes, I agree with whitethunder, try to use some more paragraphs! otherwise, very nice story! it's been a long time since I read a siege story, and I liked it! |
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| Gurkhal | Jan 3 2005, 10:00 PM Post #5 |
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Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
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Ok I have read what you have said and changed the story so it hoprfully is a little easier to read. Can't belive I made such stupied misstakes. But I have anyway corrected it now. |
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| end of mankind | Jan 3 2005, 10:44 PM Post #6 |
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Clanlord
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ok, looks a lot better now! I'm sure the rest of those guys who haven't read it yet (like snyggejygge) will find it easier to read now! |
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| Guardian of the Queen | Jan 3 2005, 11:06 PM Post #7 |
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High Oracle of Lagoth
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Great fluff gurkhal and good that you changed it, but woo that was a long story. how long did it take you to write it? |
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| Gurkhal | Jan 3 2005, 11:31 PM Post #8 |
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Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
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I have been working on it for almost a week. When I started it was supposed to be against Slaanesh but I changed it to Undivided when they where cast out of the city. |
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| The Flying Beaver | Jan 4 2005, 12:07 AM Post #9 |
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Clanlord
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Nice story there Gurkhal! I don't really mind that it was long though. Stories are (usually) better when they are longer! |
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| rogge_85 | Jan 4 2005, 12:31 AM Post #10 |
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Anti spammer
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Good story, I prefer the long ones, it gives me more pleasure to read those. |
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| end of mankind | Jan 4 2005, 12:54 AM Post #11 |
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Clanlord
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ok, you've just inspired me to write a siege story about karl! it's too bad I too use undivided as my opponent, but Karl is at Equantis, and I don't think followers of Khorne would be the besieged very often, and I don't know enough about the lagothians to really write something about them so.. and count on it to be a very long story! :D (not sure if it's gonna be as long as this story, but it's gonna be long!) I'm now at one and a half page and the siege hasn't even started! :blink: let's hope it's gonna get as good as this story! EDIT: expect it to be online tomorrow at the latest |
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| Gurkhal | Jan 4 2005, 12:59 AM Post #12 |
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Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
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I am looking forward to read your story when it comes end of mankind. Good luck with it. |
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| Lord Marixis | Jan 4 2005, 07:59 AM Post #13 |
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Rise from the Ashes
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Excellent fluff, Gurkhal. It did take a bit to read, but it was definetly worth it. Longer stories can let the author get into more detail, and you certainly have done that. |
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