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Forced Alliance; This quite long. As usuall when I write.
Topic Started: Jan 25 2005, 02:48 PM (447 Views)
Gurkhal
Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
Forced Alliance

The city of Equantis lay silent just before the sun-rise. At the fortress of Dagor the silence was broken as the first slaves were sacrificed to the glory of Khorne, their screams echoing across the city and the huge fortress as their blood ran thick upon the unholy altars of the Blood God.

Dagor stood in the courtyard, overseeing the sacrifices that were conducted there. As the last slave’s hearth was torn out from its chest and burned in a sacrificing fire to Khorne he turned and made a sign for his Zars to join him.
“Has there been any news of late?” Dagor asked.
“No, the Undivided ones are more quite then we could expect, looks like that are trying to stabilise the front after their defeats of this last time.” Dadnir answered.
“But there has been sightings of another Slaanesh force approaching from the sea as well as a daemon that is causing some problems.” Assylach added.
“We will deal with any Slaanesh followers that are stupid enough to show themselves here again when they come.” Dagor said. “What about the Lagothians?”
“Quite still, I would say that they have also have some difficulties with dealing with our successes of this week.” Kron said. “From what we know they are likely trying to get some sort of counter-attack in order against us.”
“Then let the fools come, they shall taste our steel and their heads will be added to the throne of Khorne.” Dagor said. “If they did not know of it now, then we shall teach them that we are, invincible!” The rest of the walk to Dagor’s chambers was made in silent. The Khornate Champions walked inside and formed a circle around a table were a large, detailed and accurate map of Equentis was lying. It had been made over the last couple of days, mainly by copying captured maps and battle plans. On the map different figures like coloured rocks and such things were showing different forces locations.

“As the locations of our next great battle, which will live in infamy for a thousand years amongst the lagothians I have chosen this place to strike.” Dagor pointed with his finger at a small corridor where a large bulge into the area controlled by khornate forces was formed around a great temple of Lagoth. “Once we have sealed it we will turn to take care of the isolated enemies in this temple. This will show the entire world the weakness of Lagoth, it will show that she does not posses the power to even protect her own temples.”
“When we have closed their corridor they won’t just sit idle, a combined attack from the forces trapped and from the outside can be almost guaranteed.” Kron said.
“Yes I know, and that means that even more enemy skulls will be taken in the name of Khorne.” Dagor answered. “You are not afraid? Are you?” Dagor asked with a slightly mocking voice.
“I am not afraid of anything, living, dead or otherwise!” Kron answered with an angry voice.
“I did not think so either.” Dagor said and turned to once more look on the map.
“Get those men here, and here.” Dagor instructed as he pointed to where several warbands would assemble for the next attack upon the strange spider-worshipping elves. After all the orders had been made messengers quickly set off to give these new orders to the intended leaders “You may leave now.” Dagor told his Zars. “I will call upon you when the time has come to march to battle.” Kron, Dadnir and Assylach bowed and walked out from the room.

Dagor left the map after a last look and walked to the big throne-like chair in the middle of the chamber and grabbed his axe. The shield had been lost, but he didn’t really miss it. Instead the axe had been re-made into a double-handed weapon, and it felt good in his hands. Despite that Dagor knew that he was alone he could not get rid the feeling that someone was watching him, something in the back of his mind told him that something was wrong, very wrong. But he did not know what.

In the corner of his eye he saw a moment in a shadow-filled part of the room. But at the same time as he went up from his chair the door opened and the leader of his personal retinue came inside.
“My lord.” he said and bowed. “There is a Undivided warrior out at the gate that demands an audience with you.”
“Show him in.” Dagor said. “And get my Zars and my guards here.”
“Yes my lord.” The warrior walked away.

After about fifteen minutes the Undivided warrior came to the chamber. Even if he was dressed in black armour it was decorated with symbols of Khorne. When the doors opened Marduk could see a Khornate warlord in a large throne, surrounded by three other impressive Champions. Filling the entire room was hundreds of Khorne worshipers. Infront of him a aisle had been formed by Chosen Warriors of Khorne who were armed in large and heavy suites of Chaos armour and wielding huge axes.

As the warrior walked down it he felt as dozens of unfriendly eyes that fixed themselves on him. When he finally reached the throne the warlord was the first to speak.
“What is your business here, weakling?” Dagor said.
“ I am Marduk and I bring words from my lord Dogan….” The warrior began before he was interupted by Dagor.
“That names ring in my ears. It rings as the most craven of dogs, as a spineless child from the south that cannot experience any measure of pain and that lacks all sense of pride, a disgrace for all his family. So you serve this Dogan?” Dagor said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “How is the weakest? The weakling or the one that crawls on all four behind him?” The warriors in the chamber roared with laughter and acknowledge.
“Watch your tongue dog! Or you might lose it faster than you think.” Marduk said. He was red in the face with uncontrolled anger.
“You dare to speak like that, to ME!” Dagor roared and rose himself from the throne, his face twisted in rage. “But I will not kill you, not yet. Spit out what you have come to say or add you head to the trophies of my banner!”
“My lord Dogan brings word of an alliance between yourself and himself.” At the word of an alliance uneasy sounds came from the warriors that had been assembled, it was clear that there was split opinions about dealing with the Undivided followers in this way. “Except yourself the Khornate lord named Zar Citanul is already involved in it.”
“I will let you know of a little secret of mine.” Dagor said as a reply. “I believe that the strength of a leader is reflected in the strength of his followers. And now I can’t of course give myself in liege with a weakling.” Marduk began to suspect what was about to happen.
“So to make sure that your lord is worthy of my friendship I will test his strength through his followers, or to be more precise, through you. Form a circle. And bring Dugur here!”

It took almost twenty minutes to get Dugur to the room. But when he entered it was felt strongly by everyone. Marduk from Dogan just looked at the abomination that came against him. It was almost seven-foot tall. It’s skin dark-red and its hair black while three large arms come out from its body. One was mutated into a large club, one into a claw while the other was relatively “human” and in that he wielded a large club. Around his neck was a rope with rotting heads, on the creature’s head the Mark of Khorne had been burned.
The creature reminded the emissary of an ogre from the Far East. Both in some way about a rat ogre to even if he could not tell exactly what it was that made him think that. The creature did not have as much body-hair as a skaven or one of the beastfolk, but far more than any human would have.
“This is Dugur.” Dagor said with a smile. “We found him here, killing and eating everything that he came across. But we have made him learn a few things since we brought him here, the meaning of pain among others. I don’t have a clue as to what he is, or maybe was. But that is not important. What is important is that you will have to deal with him if your alliance is to be passed, and you to get out of here alive. If you show strength worthy of a true warrior, I will accept your offer of alliance, I promise.” Dagor sat down and looked at Marduk with a smile. “I see you don’t have any weapons, here take this. We don’t want it to be unfair now do we?” Dagor throw a knife to Marduk. When he looked at it he saw it was a knife meant for eating with, not fighting. Marduk looked at Dagor, trying to see if this was some kind of a bad joke. But the warlord just smiled and so did the other
“If I survive this the gods should know that I deserve immortality.” Marduk thought to himself.

Dagor took forth a whip and an expression of fear showed itself on Dugur’s face when he looked at it.
“Kill him.” Dagor instructed and Dugur attacked the lone warrior that stood against him wielding his huge club in an attempt to crush Marduk with it. But Marduk was fast to jump to the side and made a quick scar with his knife into the creature’s stomach. Dugur didn’t seem to react and when Marduk looked at the knife he saw that the blade had bent itself.
“Curses!” he said and jumped out of the way for an attack from Dugur’s claw.
“I need a real weapon.” Marduk thought. A short sprint and a jump made him slip past Dugur and to the end of the circle. Marduk stroked a Marauder in the face with his fist. Even if Dogan had forbidden him to bring his weapons he still had his Chaos armour and the iron armlets on it was still here.

The immense force smashed the Marauder’s jaw into powder and Marduk quickly grabbed the Marauder’s sword and his axe before turning round. But now he was hit by Dugur’s club and he flow through the air before landing on the hard stone floor but despite all he was quickly on his own feet. Dagor’s mockery and the thought of the prize that would be his when he returned to Dogan kept him going without tiring. When Dugur yet again came against Marduk he dogged the swing from the club and from the claw before with his sword piecing it into the creature’s guts. But Dugur soon kicked him away when Marduk was standing right in front of him. Even if Dugur was stronger in his arms that in his legs it was still a strong hit and Marduk cursed when he felt that two or three ribs had been broken, the kick was the final thing that made them go. Marduk needed to win this fast or he would be slowly be killed by Dugur. Marduk finally felt the bloodthirstiness of Khorne that he had lacked so far came back and with a roar he attack Dugur. Yet again he avoided the first two clumsy attacks against him before jumping up and burring his sword into the space between two of Dugur’s ribs and then with all his strength Marduk stroke with the axe into Dugur’s head. Dugur screamed in pain, turned his head and bite into of the head of Marduk and than spat it out. Dugur then fell to the ground, breathing heavily with blood coming from his mouth and his wounds.

“I guess that concludes the this whole alliance thing.” Dagor said with a smile. “When we have made our business with the Laghotians we will take care of these Undivided fools.” Dagor smiled. But then suddenly with no warning his entire body exploded with pain, it felt as if his blood was burning. Dagor fell to the ground and screamed, he had never ever felt such a pain.
“What sorcery is this?” Like a wave the pain came back with re-doubled strength after it had felt as if it was passing over. The warriors in the chamber backed away from Dagor, and the same did his Zars. The pain disappeared and Dagor crawled to his feet. Before him one of the Chosen Warriors was standing still, he had ripped of his helmet and dropped it to the floor. His mouth was open and his entire body was shaking in spasms. But what got Dagor’s attention and everyone else’s were his eyes.

The eyes of the warrior were not those of any mortal. They were filled with anger, rage, and hate. And they were looking straight into Dagor’s eyes. From the possessed warrior’s mouth an unearthly voice came.
“Thou has made a promise Dagor Redhanded of the Swerrg tribe. And thou will keep it.” The strange voice said. It had a neutral tone. It seemed very wrong with the eyes of the possessed host.
“Who are you? A spirit? A daemon? I will teach you…” Dagor’s body once again exploded in pain.
“You will not teach me anything.” The possessed host turned to the warriors in the chamber. “Leave us, NOW!” It did not take long before the last one out, Dugur who left a trail of blood in his wake, crawled out through the door and the door smashed together. The pain had left Dagor’s body and he was struggling to get back to his feet once more.
“Down.” The voice said and it felt like a gigantic fist smashed Dagor to the ground. “You will know that compared to me, you are nothing and will remain nothing unless I make you something.”
“Who and what are you?” Dagor asked again. His voice could not hide his pain this time.
“I am your lord, I am Khorne. And you have displeased me with your lie.” Dagor starred into at the host.
“Impossible, that cannot be Khorne.” He thought to himself.
“Nothing is impossible for me little one!” The voice roared inside Dagor’s head now, full with rage and anger and it made him hear bells in his ears once it stopped. “You gave a promise. And you swore it by my name! If this Marduk fought like a true warrior then you would accept his lord’s alliance. And he did.”
“He failed!” Dagor answered with an angry voice. “He was killed, he did not defeat Dugur and he failed!” The voice did not answered with words, only with a new chock of pain.
“He proved himself a true warrior, and I have other things to, instruct you about.”
“What? How?” Dagor said confused.
“For the first thing, you are thinking that you are the reason behind you strength, that you are the only one that have had anything to do with it.” The voice was getting more enraged by the second now, and Dagor felt sweat along his back for the first time in many years.
“You are not giving me my sacrifices in the right way….”
“That is not true!” Dagor interrupted. “Blood is offered to you every single day! And with the right ceremonies!”

The pain came back but Dagor was also lifted up a small measure into the air. It felt somehow relaxing to not touch the ground with his any of his feet despite that burning feeling from within. But then it felt like a huge hand had closed around him and was tightening around him, and he felt the air in his lungs were pressed out. His arms press against his sides and he felt his ribs beginning to bend. Would it take long before they broke? Dagor wondered panicked. His head felt like it was an egg, about to be smashed.
“You claim that the ceremonies are done, rightly?” Khorne answered. “Then why aren’t you leading them? It is your duty to hold the knife, too rip the hearth out of the ones that are for me, to drink their blood with me! Have you done that? NO!” Dagor didn’t answer, he just made a low noise like that from a frightened dog. Suddenly the invisible hand was gone and Dagor fell to the floor and his legs just bent beneath him. Dagor’s vision was drowned in a red mist. Through it he heard the lifeless corpse of the warrior that Khorne, or at least a small part of Khorne had possessed for a brief amount of time collapsed to the ground.

Before Dagor’s eyes he could see Khorne atop his mountain of skulls in his armour. It felt as if Dagor somehow flied closer to the Blood God who turned and looked straight into him.
“I have plans for you, and therefore you will live, for now. But if you do not do as I have told you. And if you think that I cannot put my threats into reality.” Dagor faced himself almost face to face now with the Blood God who’s red, rage-full eyes starred straight into Dagor’s.” I WILL CRUSH YOU LIKE A BUG!” When Khorne roared the last part Dagor’s entire body shivered spasms and pain. And then everything went black.

The following morning Dagor awoke and found himself alone in the chamber, only the corpse of Marduk and the Marauder who had been killed by Marduk’s first strike was lying on the gore-covered floor. For some time, Dagor was not sure how long he just lie there on the stone floor, crying like a small child. Finally the light of the sun broke through the window and Dagor knew he had to get up. But he could not get up. It seemed like he did not have the strength for it. He drew his dagger and crawled to Marduk’s head and began to carve a message into it. Next he lay there for some more time before he did actually got up.

Dagor opened the doors with his axe in one hand and the head in the other. Outside Dadnir, Kron, Assylach and Biel-Tarak were waiting together with Dagor’s personal guards.
“My lord?” Biel-Tarak asked. “Are you all right?” Dagor just looked at him with an empty gaze, smiled a little and nodded before turning to Kron.
“I want this head delivered to Dogan.” Kron took it and swiftly read the script on it. “Yes my lord. It will be done.”
“Good.” Dagor said. “Now we have better join the morning sacrifices.” The Zars bowed and followed Dagor to the courtyard where the slaves whose time it was to give their blood to Khorne had been assembled. As Dagor approached a champion steeped out and addressed Dagor with a smile.
“You have lost Khorne’s favour, and I challenge you for leadership over your warriors.” The Champion drew his shining sword and walked towards Dagor. Dagor handed the head to Assylach and then charged his challenger.
“Blood for the Blood God!” Dagor cried and stroke with his axe. His first strike hit the other warrior’s sword and both went to one side, they now stood next to each other. Dagor let one of his hands go and made a backhand blow that hit the other one straight in the face. Dagor pressed the advantage and cut the other ones head off. He grabbed in the hair and held it high for everyone to see. And the Champions and warriors there cried in enthusiastic bloodlust.

The same night Dogan was lying sleepless in his tent. The lack of news from Marduk who had went to this Dagar, Dogor, Daggor or whatever the Khornate’s name was. Would he be attacked from both the followers of Lagoth as well as Khorne again? He heard a low conversation before a warrior walked into him.
“What is it?” Dogan asked.
“A message from the Khornates my lord.”
“Give it to me.” Dogan told the warrior. “By all the gods I hope it is not more bad news.” He was presented a head and in the light from his newly lightened candles he saw it was Marduk’s head.
“Damn, curse those idiotic…” but then Dogan saw that there was an inscription on the head. He feared it was some further insult but all there were a few short words: “I accept you offering”. Dogan let the head go and went back to sleep with a smile. He did not have any problems with sleeping that night.
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snyggejygge
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Good story, now let´s kill those cursed Lagothians...
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Gurkhal
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Yeah.

But lets not forget about the Slaanesh followers, we kick them out once. And we will do so again... :D
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Good story
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The Flying Beaver
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Good story Gurkhal, your stories are well written and I enjoy reading them! But another in this alliance? *sigh* This is getting old.
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snyggejygge
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The alliance will end when Equantis has reached 100%... (or atleast I will not be in it anymore)
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Jackety
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This is probally just till Slaanesh and Lagoth are wiped out...
Then we're back to killing eachother. :lol:
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