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Crimson Snow; A little fluff for Amnosity.
Topic Started: Jan 31 2005, 06:03 AM (356 Views)
Gurkhal
Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
I think its time to write something for Korgath, since Dagor has got all attention so far.

Hope you enjoy it B) .

Crimson Snow

The huge camp was divided into five different camps in reality, even if the ultimate lord of them all were the same “man” even if that definition was incorrect. In the middle was the Undivided followers as well as followers of minor gods. To the north and north- east the followers of Khorne and Nurgle had made camp. Even if they did not have to much that that brought them together they had nothing that made them want to keep their distance, or close very much with. The Slaanesh and Tzeentch followers had a similar opinion. And they kept to the south and south- west. Beastmen of many different kinds was often seen moving in the forests and hills around the camp, preferring the company of each other rather then the human’s.

Korgath was sitting inside his pavilion, made from human skin. It was dyed red with the blood from fallen enemies and was a gift from Haargroth the Bloodied One to Korgath for good service. Korgath had his large suite of red and brass Chaos armour that Khorne had gifted to him and made even stronger over the years, even more able to protect him. Holding his big axe in his hand and letting his finger follow the sharp blade when one of his personal guards, a heavily gifted and blessed man, looking more like a daemon or a beast than a man steeped inside.
“My lord.” The man said and bowed. “There is a messanger from Lord Relmar."
“Show him in.” Korgath said shortly. The guard gave the messenger a signal to come inside. The messanger was a man dressed in a large suit of black Chaos Armour and was hikding his helmet in his left hand. As the man approached he bowed lightly to Korgath and then began to speak.
“I come to tell you that Lord Relmar wants you, lord Bloodblade to come to his pavilion this evening."
“What will it be about?” Korgath asked, still playing with his axe.
“He did not tell me, lord Bloodblade.” The man answered. “It is for your ears alone.” The man made a step forward and handed over a message to Korgath.
“I will be there.” Korgath replied.

An hour after the sun had gone down Korgath began to make his way to Relmar’s pavilion. From each side a way that was lighten by tourches lead to the large pavilion of the Daemon Prince. But otherwise there were no light exept from that which came out from the pavilion on the top of the small hill. As Korgath approached the pavilion three guards steeped out from the darkness, Korgath was sure there were at least ten times more that was watching him from the darkness.
“What is you business?” The leader asked in a harsh tone.
“I am here as your master has asked of me.” Korgath said and handed the message to the guard-leader who swiftly went through it and then gave it back.
“Move on.” The three warriors were swallowed by the night again and Korgath walked up to the pavilion.

When Korgath steeped inside the pavilion the warmth that came out from the tent struck him in the cold of the winter night outside.
“Come inside.” A deep voice, who’s sound cut like daggers in Korgath’s ears.
“You wanted to see me, my lord?”
“I have a task for you, Korgath.” The daemon said. It’s huge and shadow-surrounded form moved to a map that hanged from the roof. “My servants have told me that a large force of Ulric worshippers are marching against the north-east.” Relmar said and pointed to a point at the map. “I believe that a message should be sent to those weakling fools and their comrades.” Relmar turned his eyes that shinned like large red stars through the darkness around them upon Korgath. It felt as if those eyes went like spears right into Korgath’s soul, like he could see all that was contained within Korgath’s mind and soul, no matter how dark and sealed the corner of his mind they were in.
“It shall be done my lord.” Korgath said. Relmar made a signal with his hand that he could leave, but just as Korgath reached the opening he heard Relmar’s voice.
“I trust that you have recovered from your, incident with those Malal followers?” At once Korgath turned around. The memory of that battle hunted him every night.
“Perfectly. My lord.” Korgath said. The mere mention of it awoke his anger. If he ever saw that accursed Malal worshipping Daemon Prince again he would tear it to pieces and burn the remains of it. As would he do with each of the daemon’s accursed Malal worshipping servants, but not now.
“I would have to restrain myself a little longer.” He thought and struggled to keep his immense rage at bay, not to lose himself to it as he would have liked to when he bowed for his lord and walked out from the pavilion.

When Korgath walked out from the pavilion and the opening closed behind him he could not escape to feel a feeling of relief. No matter how many times Korgath had endured his new lord’s gaze it was almost the same as the first time. The parts of his soul that stood for compassion, love and loyalty seemed to go into rebellion, screaming like mad dogs and fleeing away. And while they did that the darker parts, hat, jealously and other, far more sinister parts of the soul came bubbling up, with a strength that could never be experienced in any natural way. They behaved as if summoned and they eagerly came at the Daemon’s bidding. It was just as in the big temple of the Gods, even if it was not as direct as with the Daemon Prince’s direct presence.

When Korgath returned to the Khornate camp he sent messages to three Zars with about a thousand men each under their commands to come to him outside his pavilion. It took them about a half hour to arrive in full battle gear.
“Get you men awoken and ready for battle.” Korgath told them. “We have been tasked to finish a little problem.”
“Finally! It has been to long since my axe drank blood.” A Zar named Jerchon said and tested the weight of his axe in his hand. Korgath and the others nodded in agreement with bloodthirsty smiles on their faces.
“Gather your men and get ready, meet me north of the camp at dawn.” Korgath told them.
“Yes, my lord.” The three Zars said, bowed and walked away.
“Erekull!” Korgath roared and within a few short moments his standard bearer appeared.
“My lord?” The man asked, blinking to get the sleep out of his eyes.
“Get a few men ready for battle, say a thousand, and get Bloodclaw here.”
“Yes, my lord. It will be done.” Erekull answered and walked away, still a bit slow from being awoken from his sleep.

The white snow was falling down on the landscape, painting the entire world white. The forests, the plains and rivers were all turned white. Making it hard for the inexperienced to tell the difference between different places and between a wild plain populated by wild animals and a field were a farmer would gather his harvest. In the snow the traces of animals were clearly visible, above in the sky a raven circled around, searching for animals that had given up their lives to the cold of the winter. The snow which lightly fell over the ground was grabbed by a light wind and made to fly through the air before it landed on the ground, filling what gaps had been made in the pure white layer that covered the land. It was hard to see that anyone lived here. Only the smoke from villages and from lone farms was seen in the distance, few were foolish enough to go outside if they did not have too. Over the horizon the east the golden winter sun arose, like from the dead to once more spread it’s light, even if not it’s warmth to the land. Realising it from the cold grasp of the night.

Through the snow a large group of warriors wearing brass and red armour, heavy grey pelts and weapons of different types and seizes struggled forward through the snow. They marched beneath banners in brass and red. On all the mark of the Blood God was clearly seen along with prayers and slogans written in the Dark Tongue were written, to terrible and filled with madness for any sane person to read, let alone to write. From the poles heads in various degrees of decay were hanging in chains, trophies of numerous victories of the past, and there were still plenty place for new ones to be added.

In the front knights wearing heavy suits of armour rode their steeds forward, making it easier for the infantry to follow. Following the knights were came the infantry. A bit from the column warhounds swiftly moved through the snow, not having to carry the heavy weapons and armours the others had to and having a natural agility surpassing that of most humans. In the front, before everyone else Korgath Bloodblade lead the way, his daemonic steed easily walking through the snow. From the slips in his helmet his breath came out like small clouds of white smoke. The small army had been marching for almost two days. Eagerly looking for the enemy they had been tasked to destroy.

After two more hours of marching. A group of hunchback creatures appeared in a wood a few dozen feet before the army. The creatures were wearing grey-white winter cloaks, making it harder to see them against the snow. Korgath rode ahead and were followed by a small group of knights, among them the bearer of Korgath’s personal banner, the ancient banner of the Swerrg tribe. As Korgath approached the flayerkins the Wallcreeper leading them, the creature called Bloodclaw steeped forward.

Before Bloodclaw became a flayerkin he had been a very successful and also power-hungry sub-Zar of the Swerrgs, two virtues that together was a dangerous combination. He had been far too successful and power-hungry for his own good and as such Korgath had sent him to the Skavens of Hellpit along with other undesirable individuals. And now they served Korgath faithfully, as they should have done before when they were humans. During his time as a flayerkin Bloodclaw had however began to regain the favour of Khorne and he had been given some minor gifts and blessings already, making him stronger and bigger than the rest of the flayerkins. Korgath knew he would have to keep an eye on this one, and not let things get out of control or let Bloodclaw become to powerful without reacting.

“Have you found them?” Korgath asked while looking at Bloodclaw.
“Yes, my lord. They are not far away.” Bloodclaw answered.
“How far away?”
“Four hours on foot, and one hour on horse.” Bloodclaw said. “They have a very well defended camp and will not easily be take with surprise, my lord.”
“I have know intention of surprising them, I am intended on slaying them.” Korgath replied. “How many of them are there?”
“ Maybe two or three thousand, my lord. We had to take care of some of their guards to get close, my lord.”
“Lead the way to them, and keep them under watch, I do not want to walk straight into a trap.”
“Yes. Of course my lord.” Bloodclaw bowed and with some strange half-walk made quick progress through the snow. Korgath’s army followed Bloodclaw for about three hours until he came “running” even if it was the sickest form of running Korgath had ever seen, more like a mix of the sprint of the beastfolk and the random rumblings of the Were-kin.
“The enemy is standing behind that ridge, ready for battle.” Bloodclaw said when he reached Korgath. Korgath turned his eyes of Bloodclaw who took a step back, fear and beneath it hatred blazed in his eyes. He feared his master’s anger, and he hated both Korgath for it, the thing he had became and himself for what he now was.
“I will take care of you later Korgath said. “You take your men and go from behind, slay all that tries to flee and then attack them in the rear once the battle is joined.” Korgath looked into Bloodclaw’s eyes with a calm gaze and began to speak again. “Go now, make the Blood God proud over you and may he notice you during the battle. Although that could not be too hard, you do have a rather, individual look."
Korgath’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and a cold smile was on his face. Bloodclaw shock in anger and his eyes seemed to blaze in hatred.
“I said go.” Korgath told him and with his fingers he touched a whip that were hanging from his saddle. Korgath smiled as the hatred in Bloodclaw’s eyes turned into fear, the look was very similar to a dog who had been beaten bloody by his master and who feared that his master was going to do that again.
“Yes of course, m-m-my lord.” Bloodclaw swiftly spoke and ran off. The other flayerkins followed him as they ran into a large forest to the left, quickly disappearing out of sight.
“Erekull!” Korgath roared and turned his steed around. A huge Khornate Champion approached walked towards him, carrying an axe of gigantic seize on his back.
“Yes, my lord?” Erekull asked.
“Ready the warriors for battle, cavalry to the right and infantry between the cavalry and that forest to the left.” Korgath spoke swiftly.
“Yes, my lord.” The other one replied. “It shall be done as you ask.” The warriors quickly formed themselves, they had done it so many times before it was all something they could do also when asleep it seemed. When the army had grouped into formation they marched forward over the ridge with Korgath and his personal guards leading the way in the centre, a short distance before everyone else.

When Korgath came to the top of the ridge he stopped as he was meet by a vision he had waiting far to long to see again. Against them was rank upon rank of warriors dressed in grey steel armour and wolf pelts in different colours, mostly black and grey but a few white ones as well. In some places there were a few groups of state troops in white and blue uniforms that made them stick out. The overwhelming majority of the troops were not dressed in any uniform at all, but in wolf pelts that they wore which made them able to recognise each other easily enough. In front of the army of Ulric worshippers a thin line of Wolf-kins were standing, wielding large weapons. Behind the army was two hundred Templars of Ulric gathered on a small hill. Over the enemy army banners in white, blue and with some small parts in red with grey wolves on them wavered in the light wind that went over the land. They were at least five and maybe even six thousand men strong. Behind Korgath his warriors formed up on both sides of him.

The two armies gazed upon each other for some time, both army’s bloodlust and eagerness for battle raised as a phoenix, higher and higher and burned ever stronger. Korgath felt that he could not wait anymore, he needed to kill them, to see them fall before his axe, to hear their death screams and most of all, to see their blood turn the snow crimson.
“Blood for the Blood God!” Korgath cried and charged the enemy. Behind him his followers roared as one.
“Skulls to the throne of Khorne!” and followed him. Screaming bloodthirsty battle cries, blowing in their horns and waving their weapons, the Khornate warriors followed after Korgath. As the Chaos army charged forward the Cult army roared their battle cries and ran to meet their enemies, the Templars of Ulric quickly took themselves to the front of the line and raced ahead, eager to get to grips with the northmen. With a deafening sound the two sides crashed into each other.

Korgath stroke out with the Blood Axe, hitting a Templar and sending his blood spraying over the warriors next to him. Next Korgath stroked out again and took down another enemy with a hit in the side that made him tumble from his saddle. Around him the followers of Khorne and Ulric cut each other down in vast numbers, the sound of steel meeting steel, the battle cries and the screams of the dying and the living, both men and animals filled the air. A Seneschal charged towards Korgath, his hand raised with a sword that shined with magical power and a clash of blue and red sparks as it meet the Blood Axe. For a moment the two weapons tugged into each other, then the Seneschals horse disappeared beneath him as Korgath’s daemonic mount had drove it’s horns into it. The Ulric worshipper tried to raise him from the bloody snow. The last things he saw were the hoofs of the daemonic mount come crashing down. Korgath urged his mount forward, a strike with the axe and another man’s blood bleed out into the mix of blood, melting snow and dirt they fought upon. Korgath went straight into the centre of the battle. With each strike another enemy fell to the ground with a broken body, Korgath’s mount killing several enemies itself, biting, kicking and spearing men with its huge horns.
“Kill them, slay them all! Leave none alive!” Korgath roared in fury.
A priest of Ulric charged against Korgath screaming a prayer to his god as he rushed forward with a large hammer raised in his hands.
“Die weakling!” Korgath roared in response to the priest prayer. Korgath’s daemonic mount drove its horns straight into the torso of the man and then throw him up into the air as it thundered towards him, giving him a short flight through the air before he landed in the melee behind Korgath. An enemy warrior came towards Korgath but was easily killed with a cut from the Blood Axe that went straight through the warrior’s shield, his arm and then straight into through his head, sending blood spraying from the deep wounds into the throat. From his large mount Korgath looked around him, watching how the battle went. The followers of Ulric had the advantage of numbers and material skill and strength equal to their enemies. However the Khorne followers had the berserk fury of the Blood God flowing through them, making it all but impossible to stand against them. Warriors were dying in hundreds every minute. The large piles of the dead stretching ever higher but neither side were prepared to give any ground.

“Is this all!” Korgath cried to the heaven as he killed another priest of the wolf god and then with two fast strikes, sending another two enemies to meet their weak god. “Khorne, my lord! Send me an enemy worthy of facing me!” Anew Korgath went into the battle, slaying enemies to his right and left with large swings of the Blood Axe. Suddenly Korgath’s gaze was drawn to a group of Templars before him. They were completely surrounded by Khornates, but it was their leader in particular worth of notice, wielding a blade of the finest steel and when it hit something fire erupted, setting the target to fire. Korgath turned his head around and looked at his personal guard behind him, they were covered in blood and several of them had large marks on shields and armours after hits from the enemy. Korgath pointed to the group of Templars before them.
“Their leader is mine! Attack!” Korgath cried, his speech hardly able to be understood by anyone because of his bloodlust and thirst for violence and death. Korgath lead his guard into the Templars, a swing with his axe took of the head off on of them. He blocked a hammer strike with the shield and then cut his attacker down. The Khornates had a momentum that the Templars could not match and surrounded by enemy footsoliders, despite that they heavily outnumbered the Khornate knights, Korgath drove the Ulric worshippers back, leaving dozens dead or dying in the ground.

Korgath blocked another strike and took the head away from the enemy in front of him. Finally he found himself face to face with the enemy leader, the two men looked at each other for a fast second before Korgaths throw himself at his enemy. His axe coming down in huge swings, the Seneschal blocked the first two blows but the third clove his shield apart along with giving him a hard blow to the arm. The Seneschal lashed out with his own sword, hopping to catch Korgath off-guard but the blow was deflected by the Blood Axe with small blast of fire when the weapons clashed together. Korgath made a strike from the right and when the Seneschal turned to and blocked it Korgath stroke the Seneschal in the back of the head with his shield. The Seneschal wavered in the saddle, blood coming from the back of his head. Korgath raised the Blood Axe for the killing blow.
“You are a weakling. Prepare to die and tell your ancestors of you defeat.” Korgath said and brought the axe down, it easily went through the neck and severed the head which Korgath catch in the middle of the air with his left hand.
“Blood and victory to the Blood God!” Korgath roared and held the head of the dead Seneschal in the air. The followers of Ulric began to waver, fearing defeat for the first time while the Khornates roared in fury and attacked with increased strength.

With a scream the last enemy fell beneath Korgath’s axe. Around him a huge sea of dead men, mostly Ulric followers, but there wasn’t any shortage of Khornates either. Walking among the dead was several hundred warriors, searching for plunder and killing those enemies that had not already died. At the edge of the battlefield Bloodclaw and his flayerkins were gathered. Korgath slowly walked towards them. In his left hand he held the head of the enemy commander, it would be a good addition to his personal banner.
“Have you done as I instructed?” Korgath asked.
“Yes, my lord.” Bloodclaw answered. “And we have a survivor as well.”
“Bring him here.” Korgath told Bloodclaw who made a signal to some flayerkins that brought a young man forward.
“Hold him.” Korgath told two of his guards who clutched the man in an iron grip.
“Tell the men to raise a mound.” Korgath said to Erekull who was standing on his lord’s right side. “We will make the weaklings remember this day for thousand years.”
“I shall be done, my lord.” Erekull answered with a smile.

After two hours a gigantic mound of dead enemy heads was cast up. Stretching for several yards up towards the sky. A short distance away the dead Khornates were being burned, freeing their souls so that they could join Khorne in the afterlife. The army was assembled before the mound. In front of the heads the pole of the enemy battle standard had been driven into the ground. And on it the prisoner had been crucified. Korgath stood before his warriors holding a sacred ritual dagger in his hand.
“Today has been a glorious day! A red day! A day that Khorne will remember with joy, and so shall we!” The Khornate warriors betted their weapons on their shields and screamed in approval. Korgath turned around to the crucified prisoner. He held the dagger high above his head and chanted something short on the Dark Tongue. Then on the prisoner’s breast he carved the Mark of Khorne and a bloody prayer to the Blood God while the prisoner scream in pain as the dagger, blessed by the Chaos gods cut into his flesh.
“Our task here as been fulfilled and Khorne has shown his favour with us!” Korgath screamed. “Onwards to battle and greater glory!” Then the army marched away to leave the ravens to dispose of the corpses.

Behind Korgath’s army was a clear message to the enemies of the Dark Gods…
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Malakess, Cylon Annointed
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This is a Cylon. They look way, way, way cooler in BSG
Well, it was a good idea for a story, and decent writing, and the grammar was usually fine, and the spelling was excusable, but too many little mistakes in English. Omiting words, or being redundant in them. For instance, "hardly able to be understood by anyone because of his his bloodlust and thirst for blood". Also, "teach them a lesson they'll soon forget." I dunno about the last one, it may of been intentional, but it lacks flow. The other one, well, bloodlust and thirst for blood are the same thing. Anyway, it was mostly good writing, and a good idea for a story, so with a little touch up, it should be rather awesome.
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Gurkhal
Jan 30 2005, 11:03 PM
The white snow was falling down on the landscape, painting the entire world white. The forests, the plains and rivers were all turned white. Making it hard for the inexperienced to tell the difference between different places and between a wild plain populated by wild animals and a field were a farmer would gather his harvest. In the snow the traces of animals were clearly visible, above in the sky a raven circled around, searching for animals that had given up their lives to the cold of the winter. The snow which lightly fell over the ground was grabbed by a light wind and made to fly through the air before it landed on the ground, filling what gaps had been made in the pure white layer that covered the land. It was hard to see that anyone lived here. Only the smoke from villages and from lone farms was seen in the distance, few were foolish enough to go outside if they did not have too. Over the horizon the east the golden winter sun arose, like from the dead to once more spread it’s light, even if not it’s warmth to the land. Realising it from the cold grasp of the night.

Well it was a good story I have to say, but I found that this part was a bit different written, can´t exactly find the words in english, but it didn´t have the same flow, it was a bit better written than the rest of the story (almost as if someone else had written it, not that I say anyone has)

Still liked all of it, & stories about Khornate champions are always fun to read, especially those with lots of carnage in them!
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The white snow was falling down on the landscape, painting the entire world white. The forests, the plains and rivers were all turned white. Making it hard for the inexperienced to tell the difference between different places and between a wild plain populated by wild animals and a field were a farmer would gather his harvest. In the snow the traces of animals were clearly visible, above in the sky a raven circled around, searching for animals that had given up their lives to the cold of the winter. The snow which lightly fell over the ground was grabbed by a light wind and made to fly through the air before it landed on the ground, filling what gaps had been made in the pure white layer that covered the land. It was hard to see that anyone lived here. Only the smoke from villages and from lone farms was seen in the distance, few were foolish enough to go outside if they did not have too. Over the horizon the east the golden winter sun arose, like from the dead to once more spread it’s light, even if not it’s warmth to the land. Realising it from the cold grasp of the night.


I wrote it myself B) .

From time to time the little poet inside me awakes it would be bad not to take advantage of it when I have some kind of inspiration.
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Malakess and snyggejygge have said the same things as I would have so I'll just say great story!
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