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| Darmort | Feb 14 2005, 11:36 PM Post #1 |
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Black Tavern Mercenary
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Claith looked at her sabre, it was red with the blood of the beastman scout she had killed. She was half Daemon, half human, servant of Slaanesh, her Daemonette's claw was pink, Slaanesh. She loved being like this, she didn't have to worry about who she killed, she couldn't be banished like a Daemon, and she couldn't be killed like an ordinary human. She stared at her sabre, Kaley and Ferna walked towards her, both of them were also half-Daemonettes, Claith greeted them. "How many did we lose?" It demanded an immediate answer. "Three of the Ogres," said Kaley. Then Ferna added. "Five norsemen." "Eight? Next time those Ogres aren't going to be so cocky," growled Claith. Both Kaley and Ferna took a step back, both knew about their mistresses temper. "Well they are bloody beasts," Kaley volunteered. "Of course they're going to go charging into the enemy." "What Mark were they anyway? I never got a chance to see," said Claith, her temper still not going. "Tzeentchian, I think it was the magic that killed the Ogres." "Kaley, next time you charge your unit after the Ogres, I'll rip your head off and spit down whatever's left, got it?" "Yes..." "Good, now go away." Claith sat down as Kaley went off, Ferna waited a few seconds and then asked. "Can I kill her now?" "No, Ferna. As much as we hate her we need her to lead those blasted norsemen, Slaanesh knows what would of happened if she'd led all of us to the slaughter." "Claith, those Ogres can take a beating as well as give one." "But there's only seven of them left, seven Ogres, we lose another two and they'll turn back to their home lands, wherever they live." "Seven Ogres, not many things can bring an Ogre down, they'll live for a while yet." Claith sighed. "I guess you're right, I'm glad you're here to help me," she sighed again and lay on the sands of the Chaos Wastes. Ferna lay beside her and they slept side by side, like they always did. |
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| Gurkhal | Feb 15 2005, 02:36 PM Post #2 |
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Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
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Short but quite good. Was it you fluff-competition story? |
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| end of mankind | Feb 15 2005, 10:50 PM Post #3 |
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Clanlord
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I don't think so, it's 500 words at max! |
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