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When blood flows
Topic Started: Feb 14 2005, 02:53 AM (613 Views)
Gurkhal
Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
Ok since this story has gotten pretty big I will post one part after another, with about a few days between them. All new parts will be edited into the first postm with a post from me that a new part have been added.

Part 1

Dagor was sitting in his throne, in his hand was a report written on a slave’s flayed skin about the latest days of fighting. Whey were making good progress, slaying the cowards of weak gods, the Undivided followers where still holding their alliance true, and the lagothians were driven before them. Dagor smiled as he remembered their pitiful cries and curses when their little temple had been razed, the heads of the dead had been pilled into a mound almost five yards high.
“Yes.” Dagor thought. “That was a battle worthy of remembering.” But now these coward followers of Slaanesh, the god of weaklings and women had come to them. To tread on a city that was Khorne’s. Dagor was eager to once again face them in battle, to send them screaming in terror before he butchered them. The position of the new army of Slaanesh followers was a severe threat to himself, they could attack into the rear. Something they had already done even if true warriors were more than a match for them. Still they would have to be dealt with, and in particular and extremely large force that had made camp at the point where the area controlled by Khorne’s warriors meet the area under the Slaanesh’s followers. When Dagor roused from his chair and made some closer studies of his map, he saw that the army was in a large bulge, forming itself straight into both his area, and the area of the other Khornate lord Citanul. According to his servants more enemies were making their way into that area daily, a vast force was gathering and preparing themselves for a major attack upon him, so much was clear even to a southling. But with most of his warriors, and all his Zars busy with the dark skinned elves he could perhaps gain some, he shivered in hatred when he thought the word. Help. A word for cowards and weaklings, but reality drove its cruel blade into his mind and he knew he needed help with this one. And that he would have to get from Citanul, hopefully the battle would give him enough dead enemies at his feet so that Khorne would oversee this sign of weakness.

“You.” Dagor pointed to a messenger at the door. “Bring me my writing gear.”
“Yes my lord.” The servant answered and raced out to do his masters bidding. After twenty minutes he was back with all Dagor could need. Carefully, and with great effort he penned down a message to Citanul. Dagor had never gained any advance education in writing, let alone had he a talent for it. But his texts were understandable and that was enough for him He wanted to meet him, to discuss the Slaanesh follower’s arrival. Dagor knew that the other one would see this as either a mark of weakness, or take it as a chance to kill Dagor and gain control over his warriors. But Dagor would need Citanul’s help for this one. He hoped that the common hatred for Slaanesh would made Citanul rather see more dead Slaanesh followers than him as the only Khorne warlord on the island, and dead Slaanesh followers tomorrow. Dagor knew himself that he would rather side with the weakling cowards of the Empire rather than let a single Slaanesh follower escape him for even a day more than necessary.

Citanul dogged the lagohtian’s sword and stroked out with his axe, hitting the warrior and making him fall to the ground with a scream. Another one jump at him but was cut down by Citanul’s axe in the middle of the air. Citanul roared in battle-lust as he smashed his axe into the tightly ranked elves, three more was killed and their bodies cloven in two. All around Citanul his warriors were pressing the elves hard, killing them in vast numbers even if their own losses were not light, they had the advantage and was pressing it home. In desperation of their situation the leader of the elves screamed something to Citanul as his lowered his two-handed sword to point at him. Citanul supposed it was a challenge and gestured to his men to hold back. The two warriors move against each other. The first to attack was Citanul, his blade cleaving through the air against the elf’s head. The blow was meet by the elves own sword, but then Citanul suddenly dropped his weapon and rushed at his opponent. The elf responded fast, but not fast enough. Citanul grabbed with his right hand at the elf’s throat and lifted him above the ground, with his left hand he held the elf’s fragile hands together. Citanul lifted the elf above the ground. His eyes widened by the lack of oxygen and his face was turning pale. Citanul held the elf until his body stopped moving, the dead elf’s body was dropped to the floor. Seeing their leader killed, and the thought of having to face the monster of a man infront of them made the elves turn and run. After the elves came the followers of Khorne. Many elves were cut down, Citanul was carried forward by his rage, even outrunning the elves and killing more than a dozen of them before they manage to escape. Citanul turned with a smile to his warriors and held the head of the enemy leader in the air. The Khornates roared their victorious battle cries and wavered with their weapons.
“Continue the slaughter of the lagothians.” Citanul said, breathing heavily still from the excitement of battle. “I will return soon.” Citanul walked back to the small camp were a few slaves and three Marauders were the only ones left, the warriors still at the small battlefield.
“My horse.” Citanul said, the slaves quickly brought forward his black chaos steed.

It did not take long before he was at his own main fortress, he passed a few impaled lagothians outside and some guards who quickly bowed before their lord. At the main gate he saw a champion of the Blood God with a paper in his hand and a small group of warriors behind him in heavy suits of armour argue with the guards. At first he thought that they were his own men. But then he saw the markings of Dagor on them. Citanul grinned harshly and took his axe in his hand. He would not have these imbeciles running around lose without anyone keeping them. Let alone let them walk out from here alive. Citanul directed his steed straight towards the little group, intent on killing them before they even had a chance to react. However just before he would let his steed begin the attack he heard some of the discussion.
“I cannot wait!” Dagor’s little lapdog said with an angry voice. “I have an important message from my master to your.” The man paused and looked with an arrogant and a very disrespectful gaze at the other champion, who was commanding the guards at the gate. “For your dog of a lord.” The guards quickly drew their weapons, the followers of Dagor was not behind in bringing their own weapons forth.
“You had better watch yourself scum.” The guard said. “Or the doom of your head may well be your own tongue.” Citanul brought his steed forward, going in normal pace. After some while the two groups noticed him. The guards at the gate sank down on their knees, still not letting the other ones out of their eyes and standing ready to respond to the other groups attack if it should come.

When Citanul moved towards the champion that Dagor had sent, for whatever reason he stopped his steed right in front of him. The champion reached out with his message and was about to open his mouth when Citanul’s axe came down and cut his head lose. Both groups jumped to their feet in an instance. But Citanul calmly sat on his steed. He pointed with his axe, were blood was now running along the blade at the message in the now dead champion’s hand.
“Give it to me.” He said. One of Dagor’s warriors took it and handed it to him. Took his way trough the small group that had Dagor’s symbol on their armours and shields and stopped right in front of his own men. There he calmly opened the message and went through the first part, it was all he needed. “So your lord is so weak he has to send his lapdogs to my home, begging for help?” Citanul asked with a smile, but then he saw the word Slaanesh further down and he read the rest of the message. His own scouts had reported some moments that the Slaanesh forces were conducting. But he had not thought of it so much, however the fact that his scout that were operating in that part of the city had not been heard from since their report that the Slaanesh followers had landed and that a group had made camp at that location. That after having driven one of his own warbands back, shortly after having butchered one of Dagor’s to the last man spoke that it might be true. And if it was, a large and glorious battle lay ahead of Citanul, one that he would not want to miss. Perhaps it was Khorne’s will that for once he and Dagor would fight together against the most hated of all their enemies here.
“Tell you master, that I will meet him. At the big statue to the north-east of here tonight two hours after dusk.” The warriors bowed slightly. But then they began to look on the dead champion’s body and Citanul, wondering what they should do with their fallen leader. “If you want him, take him.” Citanul said. The warriors quickly picked up the corpse and made their way out.

Part 2

Citanul looked as the servants of Dagor disappeared. From the gate Prince Dieter, emerged.
“You saw?” Citanul asked, still holding his gaze at the gate.
“Yes. What have Dagor written?” Prince Dieter asked.
“He claims there is a large force of Slaanesh worshippers that are gathering for an attack against us. Now with most of his forces fighting the elves that arrogant little boy asks for my, help.” Citanul said, his eyes at the gate were Dagor’s warriors disappeared out of view.
“Perhaps he is trying to fool you.”
“You think so? Why?”
“If he can make you come to a meeting with only a small body guard, he might be able to kill you with trickery, and claim leadership of your army.”
“What about our scouts? Would they have missed if the servants of Slaanesh are gathering in such huge numbers in a single location?”
“The fact, as you well know my Zar. Is that they haven’t reported anything for a several days, enough to raise suspicion if you ask for my humble opinion, my lord.” Citanul didn’t answer at first before turning to Prince Dieter who was now standing on his left side.
“I will see if Dagor is lying, or not.” Citanul turned and walked away.

Slai’kaba was standing on his guard duty in the window overlooking the front door were he was looking on the boring grey buildings and ruins. Slai’kaba truly hated this job, nothing to do. Nothing to experience, except true boringness. And that was something he had been given enough of on the ships out here. Behind him his comrades had made a small camp in the building and was eating and drinking, a little bear to strengthen the spirit was something that Slai’kaba would like to have now. But the order that the leader of the small warband had been given was clear: No alcohol in any form to anyone on guard or patrol duty. The same order had gone to more or less everyone in the entire army, much stricter than usual. As Slai’kaba was in his own thoughts he did not notice the large man that moved in the shadows to the door, stealthy opened it and slipped inside, without making a single sound.

When Slai’kaba heard a sound right beside himself and turned he watched in horror at the giant of a man in brass armour standing before him. From his belt more than a dozen fresh heads already hanged. Slai’kaba opened his mouth to shout a warning to his comrades, but the man moved with a speed impossible for someone in such an armour. Citanul’s fist grabbed around Slai’kaba’s neck and throw him into the stone wall. Without his helmet on him Slai’kaba’s head was smashed like an eggshell against the wall. The sound of his crashed skull made his comrades look up at Citanul, who’s bloodthirsty gaze fell back upon them.
“Is there someone here that dares to face me before you die?” Citanul asked with a cruel smile.
“I will face you, craven dog!” The warband’s champion said and steeped forward. He was a large man in almost black armour with the symbol of Slaanesh on the front. One of his hands was a pure white tentacle and in the other hand he held a sabre. With a roar Citanul charged forward against the warrior. The Slaanesh champion moved with an incredible speed and past the axe, however, he was instead hit by Citanul’s fist that crashed into his face. Next the axe came down and split the champion in two. Citanul send his gaze to the warband, who was starring in fear and hatred at him and pressed themselves together. Citanul carefully picked up the head of the dead champion and tied it to his belt, then he looked at the cowering warband and charged towards it, almost three dozen men.

Citanul’s axe was raised and fell in huge arcs. Slaying an enemy with every strike. The battle cries of his enemies turned to fear, they tired to get away but the only way out was past Citanul. As the last enemy fell Citanul took a steep back and watched the room. It was like a butchery, the walls, floor and even the roof was covered in blood and gore, bodies and body parts, brutally hacked apart were lying around. Citanul walked to the window opposite the street and looked out of it. One, or maybe two kilometres away a sea of warriors were moving around. Humans, beasts, huge spawns, hounds, trolls, ogres and other creatures all bearing the mark of Slaanesh upon them. The camp made so much noise itself it had not even noticed the short but loud battle in the building. The air was thick, even one or two kilometres away with the magic of the Slaanesh follower’s sorcerers and even a few daemons, temporarily summoned. Citanul could easily pick them out in the camp in summoning circles. This was truly something worth Citanul’s attention. He felt not fear to see it. Only excitement that soon he would have a chance of killing every single one of these weaklings hear their death screams and feel the resistance when his axe cut into their bodies. Citanul turned from the window and left the building and made his way back to his fortress.

That night Citanul made his way towards the meeting point, around him were almost three dozen of heavily armoured knights. Holding Citanul’s personal banner over them. As they approached the statue, a huge statue of a warrior holding a two-handed sword Khargorath came from a ruined house with several shadows moving around the wargore when he walked towards Citanul.
“My lord.” The wargore said. “We have searched the entire area, no enemies other that a large group of knights are close enough to have a chance to intervene. The closest group will have at least an hour of travelling to get to here and I have some of my beasts to watch them, and all potential ways here.”
“Good.” Citanul said. “Make sure that if things get bloody, give the reserve orders to attack. If I give you the sign, let none escape alive.”
“Yes, my lord.” Khargorath smiled and disappeared into the darkness of the night and the ruined buildings on the side of the road. If the honour-lacking Dagor tried with any cowardly trick he would not find Citanul unprepared. Behind Citanul’s group was another five dozen knights.
“If Dagor did try something, he would have a nasty surprise.” Citanul thought with malice.

Dagor was leading his own bodyguard, three dozen men as Citanul has required. However behind them was another five dozen knights. Dagor did not trust Citanul one bit, a coward and thief that hide himself in the shadows rather than fight like a real man.
“I don’t like this.” Kron said. “Why are we making a deal with these scum?”
“Because I say so.” Dagor replied coldly.
“They have no honour in them, I know from secure sources that Citanul openly has a magic-wielding coward at his side.” Kron said with an angry tone.
“He has?” Dagor said. He felt disgust that anyone that called himself champion of Khorne would sink so low.
“Yes, my lord.” Kron said. “He has no honour and will likely try to kill us with treason and back-stabbing, like some Slaanesh or Tzeentch follower.”
“Have no fear for that my, friend.” Dagor said with a little laughter. “I am not so naive that I think Citanul has some form of honour, nor sense of pride. My Flayerkins are watching this area, and making sure that no one of his troops are near, and they say that none are.”
“Have you flayerkins here?” Kron asked. “How come I have not seen any of them then?”
“Because the more unseen resources I have, the easier.” Dagor look at Kron with a harsh look. “Will I be able to press down, people that thinks themselves more fitting to lead.”
“I doubt that flayerkins alone will be able to take on armoured knights.” Kron said “Or do you have even more men here?”
“I have men sufficient to make sure that if Citanul tries something, he will have an unpleasant surprise.” Dagor smiled at Kron who gave Dagor and equally bloodthirsty smile.

Both Khornate warlords entered two opposite entrances to the little open place, dominated by the statue. When they saw each other’s shadow-like figures in the darkness both sides lighted a few torches to show they had no intention for violence. Dagor and Citanul rode out from their groups with a standard bearer and a torch-holder each.
“Look at the fool.” Dagor said to Kron as they drew nearer Citanul’s party. “He don’t know that he lives and dies according to my wish alone this night. I do feel a bit to kill him, for being so stupid” Kron smiled cruelly and his finger gentle went over his axe.
“Stupid little fool.” Citanul said to his torchbearer. “If I want him to die tonight he will, and there is nothing he can do about it. When I give you the order you make the sign and this entire thing will end pretty quick. And one more thing.” Citanul told both men that rode slightly behind him on his sides. “If there will be fighting tonight, Dagor is mine.” The two men nodded with a cruel and confident expression on their faces.

Finally both Citanul and Dagor meet face to face. They looked straight into each other’s eyes. Neither of them would let go. And so they just starred into each other for more than an hour. It was not until then that Dagor with his hand made a gesture to his banner bearer to start the formal speech of meeting. Still neither Dagor, nor Citanul would let the other one go with their strong gaze.
“Dagor Redhanded, Champion of Khorne, Emissary of Raakorgath, prince of the Swerrg tribe, terror of Lagoth and king of Equentis has summoned Zar Citanul.” Dagor’s standard bearer said. Counting all of his master’s titles.
“Zar Citanul, Hunter of Khorne, terror of Slaanesh, fear of Malal, ruler of the Tribe of the Hound and lord of Equantis has answered the summoning.” Citanul’s standard bearer replied.
“I come to offer you a chance to earn the favour of Khorne and to fight against the most hated of our master’s foes.” Dagor said, still not moving his gaze from Citanul. “And a chance to see how real warriors fight.” He added with a little smile.
“I relish the chance to gain Khorne’s favour. However I already have that. Khorne don’t need to give me a, remainder to know his wish.” Citanul said with a cold smile towards Dagor. “I know to serve him still. And I understand if you would like to show yourself worthy of becoming my servant. However I am afraid that you must swear me allegiance before I can give you a position within my host.”
“I will give you one chance to join me in the attack on the Slaanesh host.” Dagor said with an irritated voice. “Otherwise I afraid that you will have to stay out of my way. Women, the powerless ones, the old and children should do that when there is a battle raging and real warriors need to reach the enemy.”
“I say you this little boy, for a little boy is what you are.” Citanul said. “Either you crawl back your mother’s breast or you learn to behave. It would be bad for you if I would have to teach you some manners in front of all these people.”
“I do not need to learn anything from you.” Dagor said with a furious voice. “I tell you that I don’t need old men, cowardly magic-wielders or guns like the Empire weaklings to fight and win. Nor do I hide in the shadows, afraid to face the enemy in open battle.”
“ I dare more than you can ever imagine, whelp.” And when I say that you shall die, your fate is sealed.”
“ I take this as you do not dare to face Slaanesh, no matter. I will kill them myself. I don’t know why I ever asked for you worthless help in the first place.” Dagor said and began to turn his steed around. Behind him Citanul laughed slowly.
“I will be at the field tomorrow.” He said with a smile. “Don’t worry yourself about that. At dawn?”
“At dawn.” Dagor answered. Both men still fixing their gaze upon each other before both groups departed the same ways they had used to arrive.

Part 3

The sun went up over the horizon and shed its light over Equentis. The light was reflected in the red and brass armour of the two Khornate hosts that meet with each other. Both Dagor and Citanul had taken all the forces they could scrap together, pouring all their reserves empty to field an army strong enough to counter the immense Slaanesh horde that threatened both of them.

A few minutes after dawn Dagor and Citanul’s combined armies met each other, only two or three kilometres away from the enemy camp.
“You are sure they haven’t noticed our approached?” Dagor asked.
“I am sure they have, but they did that far to soon to be able to plan anything advance.” Citanul replied. Both warlords were utterly fixed on the battle ahead and did not even care to insult each other.
“What makes you so certain of that?” Dagor asked again.
“I have seen to that, personally.” Citanul answered again and his fingers gently ran down the blade of his axe. The rest of the march was carried on in silence. But after half and hour they could even hear the enemy, the moment of thousand upon thousand of warriors in armour and other bigger creatures as well. The Khornates came to the top of a small hill with a wide road, probably a road meant for parades and celebrations due to its wideness. The road was running down against the shore and the harbour. Before Citanul and Dagor was a gentle slope down. Towards the enemy, maybe a hundred yards at most separated the two forces from each other. Before Citanul and Dagor was a huge, formerly marketplace with the enemy, a sea of human warriors in black purple and pink armour. Thousands of Beasts in thick, brown fur and towering above them all were trolls, ogres, spawns and even a giant wielding a huge club. An entire wood of banners stood up from the army, carrying the symbols of the Lord of Pleasure. Citanul turned to Dagor who almost starred at the immense enemy army.
“Scarred are we?” Citanul said with a mocking voice. “Perhaps we would want to go back to mom?” Dagor turned with hatred and defiance burning in his eyes.
“Never.” He hissed. “I do not fear any enemy, living or otherwise. If you want to run back to your mother, do so now before you get in my way.”
“The only one who will be running is you, real warriors don’t run.” Citanul replied. “And I kill my enemies so swift that they don’t have a chance to run.”
“When striking from the shadows, like the coward you are, then many weak fools don’t react fast enough, so you might speak the truth.” Dagor said and calmly looked at the enemy while his and Citanul’s armies were readying themselves for battle behind the two lords and their personal guards. Dagor took a short look back and then took forth his large axe. Citnaul did the same.
“Enough of talking, I want blood.” Dagor said, as much to Citanul as to himself.
“The men aren’t fully ready yet.” Citanul said. Dagor knew it was true, Citanul’s Hellcannons had no clear sight of the enemy and many troops were still in marching formations, while waiting for the ones in front of them to move forward.
“Afraid are we?” mocked Dagor. Before Citnaul could reply Dagor turned his steed around, raised his axe and cried to his warriors.
“Blood for the Blood God!” His followers answered with an ear-deafening roar.
“Skulls for the skull throne!”
“Wait you idiot.” Citanul said with anger. But Dagor had already began his advance and behind him his warriors ran forward, sweeping down like a great wave of red, brass and cold steel that glittered in the sun.
“Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the skull throne!” Citanul cried and ordered his army to attack, not wanting Khorne or anyone else to think that he was a coward or afraid of battle. Behind Citanul his followers followed with a furious charge, eager to catch up with Dagor’s warriors and not letting them draw the first blood of the battle while the servants of Slaanesh charged forward to meet them. Thousand upon thousand of human and bestial warriors under, the black and pink banners of the Dark Prince. Brutal ogres and trolls and other creatures of Chaos. Whose name was not known to man neither beast that served Khorne.

Dagor pressed his Chaos steed hard and crashed into the line ahead of him. A mighty strike down with his axe cut straight past a shield and went through the Chaos armour of a Champion of the Dark Prince who fell with a sound of sexual satisfaction. A second later Citanul made it into battle. As he approached the raised himself to stand in the saddle and then jumped forward from his horse with his axe above his head straight against an ogre, bearing a tattoo with the symbol of the Dark Prince on it. The big creature was to slow to cath Citnaul in the middle of the air and his huge axe cut straight through it’s head and at the same time as Citanul reached the ground the ogres collapsed. Like a wave crashing over the shore, the Khornates pressed deep into the Slaanesh host. On the flanks Flayerkins and beast herds made quick hit and run attacks, and ambushed all groups trying to make their way around the Khornate army and attack from the rear or flank. However the Slaanesh force was bigger than the Khornate one and the more and more warriors pressed forwards against the warriors of the Blood God.

Dagor kicked a marauder in the face. Dagor’s heavy boot crushed the bone of the skull with a laud cracking sound. With a quick strike a warriors was cut down and to his left Kron killed another enemy warrior. Suddenly Dagor’s horse disappeared from beneath him and he was hurled to the ground. Dagor began to raise himself to his, in the corner of his eyes he spotted the feet a warrior with a large double-handed axe that ran towards him. But as the warrior reached Dagor, Dagor cut out with his axe and sliced the warrior’s both feet off. Quickly Dagor came to his feet, just in time to dodge a violent blow and slay the wielder of a big two-handed sword. All around Dagor his men were pressing the Slaanesh followers back. With a burning sound two might salvoes from the two Hellcannons passed over the two armies and landed in the midst of the enemy. The double explosions throw up broken bodies high into the air. Above the battle Dagor saw the banner of the enemy general, mounted on a Steed of Slaanesh. With a bloodthirsty smile Dagor began to cut his way towards it, with his followers eagerly following his example.

Citanul dropped to his knees, avoiding a sword and with a large strike he cut through two enemies whom both fell down on the ground. Another man rushed against Citanul but was easily cut down by the Khornate lord. The battle was momentarily silent as a high sound, like a dagger cutting on glass. A small opening in the air from where darkness seamed to run out of appeared before the Slaanesh ranks as both sides looked in anticipation on what would happen. The warp rift quickly expanded and from it daemonetts came in a great tide that smashed against the blood-crazed Khornates.

Citanul didn’t meet the charge of the enemy’s daemonic allies standing but charged into it. His followers were unable to catch up as he cut his way through in a furious storm of attacks that sent daemons by the dozens back to the Warp. Ahead of him was a large circle of sorcerers that had summoned the daemons. In the middle of the daemon horde Citanul could not press further and the daemonetts pressed closer to him from every direction. Several blow past through his guard and he began, for the first time to despair. But from nowhere a vision of Khorne, sitting on his throne appeared to Citanul, the Blood God seamed to rose up, lift his sword above his head and roar a bloodthirsty battle cry that made the hole of Warp tremble. A red mist covered Citnaul’s eyes, he throw himself forward with a cry, so fierce that even the daemons hesitated. With huge arcs he drove the deamonetts back and scattered them, teaching them the power of the Hunter of Khorne. But as he approached the cabal of sorcerers a new rift appeared in front of him and a daemon of immense size steeped through it. It’s skin was white like snow white shining purple eyes and four arms. Two arms ended in human hands, one male and one female. The other two ended in a great scythe and in a club-like weapon.

The Daemon straightened up into its full length. It was an immense monster, doom of countless mortals and a favoured servant of Slaanesh. Like a great tidal wave the magic of the daemon smashed against Citanul but broke as if it was thrown against the mighty mountains of Norsce. The daemon did not frighten Citanul through whom, the power of the Blood God flow in all its brutal glory and the daemon was blessed by Slaanesh a hundred times and fear none, living, undead or immortal. With two mighty battle cries the two champions, mortal and daemon, Khorne and Slaanesh meet with a force of an earthquake.

Lord Shulim, leader of the Kurgan tribe of Esuirs and the High Zar of the Kirjentir Plains looked at the battle. His forces were taking heavy losses. But their numbers, their speed and determination was beginning to pay off against the berserk fury of the Khornates whose advance had all but stopped, with a bloody stalemate as the result, with the mountains of bodies being piled even higher by the second. When they were surrounded and finally destroyed the way lay clear for Shulim’s army to advance further. Surly it was the will of Slaanesg that the enemy had come to him and letting him win a final, and ultimate victory that would spell the downfall of the Khornate presence here. For a gift such as that a few thousand warriors death was well worth it. But from the warriors in front of him something odd was happening, there was a lot of sounds from the dying and sound of battle before a large Khornate warlord broke through the ranks. A few warriors only surrounded him, less than a dozen who had fought their way so that they came face to face with Shulim’s own bodyguard, numbering almost five dozen. Behind them the way they had cleared was quickly filled with battle eager warriors. And behind Shulim his own reserves where standing, eager to join the battle.
“You!” Dagor pointed his axe against Shulim. “Your head will hang from my standard before this day is over."
“Let him come.” Shulim told his men who opened a path for Dagor to walk in. “I will deal with this brute myself.” And with those words Shulim drew the large two-handed sword he had on his back and softly jumped down from his Steed of Slaanesh. Shulim’s bodyguard. All of them chosen warriors and champions of Slaanesh formed a circle around them while Dagor’s bodyguards were left standing outside the circle. With a bloodthirsty roar Dagor and Shulim charged against each other. Dagor’s axe came down in a wide arc that Shulim escaped by taking a swift steep forward against Dagor’s right, now unshielded flank. But before Shulim could take full advantage of it Dagor moved past and away from him and his attack was blocked. For what seemed as an eternity they traded blow with each other before an opening appeared. Weary from the battle Shulim made small mistake and raised his sword a little moment to late. When he held it on the way up, but still not completely at it’s highest location Dagor himself steeped forward and stroke out with his axe. Shulim’s own sword was only a small distance away from blocking the blow when Dagor’s axe made it’s way straight through the Chaos armour of Shulim and through his body as well. Dagor swiftly cut away Shulim’s head and tied it to his belt before the bodyguard of the fallen lord charged against Dagor to take revenge for their fallen master. But they were cast down.

At the same time as Dagor slew the Slaanesh lord Citanul beheaded he last of the Slaanesh sorcerers, the daemon had been banished back to the Warp along with the rest of the daemons. With both their lord gone, their sorcerers slain and the army of the enemy pressing towards them, the Slaanesh host began to fall back, faster and faster. Several groups escaped into the ruins and fought their way past Flayerkins and Beastmen while others fled, or fought their way back to the closest friendly stronghold, but with their bloodthirsty enemies at their backs, and a long and thick trail of corpses to show their way.
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snyggejygge
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Well as you already know since you asked me about using Citanul, I liked the story, continue w. the same standard & we´ll all be happy reading it!
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very nice story Gurkhal! I'm curious to the rest of it
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rogge_85
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Good story
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Darmort
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I liked it, I put on Word and read it from there though, it was easy to read, good, and had a good plot. Anymore of it coming soon?
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Gurkhal
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As soon as snyggejygge has read the next part and given me green light to go I will post the next part.
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Gurkhal
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The next part is up.

Hope you like it :D
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nice! lots of distrust and bloodshed to be seen in the future! I'm looking forward to it
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snyggejygge
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As said before I like it, & the distrust between the champions is just the way Khornate warriors would behave to eachother.
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Quite a good read there gurkhal. I must say I like your writing.
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Good story Gurkhal I liked it very much.
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rogge_85
Feb 18 2005, 06:33 AM
Good story Gurkhal I liked it very much.

here here!!
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Gurkhal
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I will frankly have to announce that there will be some time before the final part in "When blood flows" is posted.

But thank you anyway for your support ;) It will come eventually but not this or the next week sadly :(
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Gurkhal
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The final part, part 3 has been posted.

Hope you enjoy it ;)
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Nice one, guess I have to write something about Citanul soon, as it was a while ago...
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