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| On the Coasts of Minnantus; Naval Battle | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 19 2005, 11:47 AM (399 Views) | |
| The Flying Beaver | Feb 19 2005, 11:47 AM Post #1 |
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Gorash looked out at the light bridge in the distance. It was a great distance away, but being at the top of a black ark gave him a good view. He was unable to make out the battles taking place on and near it, but knew that Pustal and Slak’Nar would be fighting bitterly for control of it. A nurgling ran up to him, rubbing lovingly against his leg. He picked it up and tickled the daemons stomach, squealing quietly, both sharing the feeling of feeling immense joy. Setting the nurgling down and watching it scurry off, he then looked back out at sea towards the island of Levin. One of his smaller, faster ships was heading towards his Ark. “Hmm, there must be some news from the crystal city...” Gorash thought to himself. “Let’s go see what it is.” He descended the many staircases and corridors of the ancient ark, he called for his lieutenants and finest warriors. Within several minutes they gathered. Seven large men including his standard bearer Kargon stood before him, and they began moving to the throne room. Several minutes later they arrived at the room. Since the Daemon Slak’Nar was summoned it had been filled with an uncomfortable feeling, but it was dying down and the room had gotten dirtier and fouler. Several nurglings chased each other around the room. Waiting for almost a half hour, The massive doors opened and Warriors bearing his mark entered the room. The tallest of them spoke when they reached the center of the room. “We bring news to Lord Gorash Shypha, High Warlord of the fleets of Nurgle, Slayer of Druchii, Ark Claimer, and King of the Torgal Tribe!” The warrior said. “And what news do you deem important enough to come before me, enter my throne room and discontinue the guard of the Levin coasts?” Gorash responded in an almost formal tone. “That is exactly the reason We have come, Lord. A large Tzeenchian fleet assaulted the coasts of Levin, and we were forced to retreat. It is believed that our ship was the only to escape to bring you the news.” “Damnit! How many were there?” “There must have been over thirty-five ships Lord. All large, well crafted ones too. We stood no chance, their ships struck with no warning, and their magical flames made short work of what ships we had. Our only option was to report to you. What are your plans Lord?” “They shall all die! Slay them to the last! Make them all die horrible, painful deaths!” Gorash yelled. “They shall know Nurgle’s Rot before they feel my sword!” The man smiled, as did many in the room. Together they yelled “For the Grandfather!” *** The fleet was moving. Gorash had moved to a normal vessel and leaving one of his trusted commanders in charge of the ancient elven ark. He did this for the obvious reason, he gets to fight more and Kargon agreed. The young standard bearer stood next to Gorash, firmly grasping the rotten standard of the Torgal Tribe, almost as restless as his master was for battle. He looked around at what would be fighting alongside them, and it was impressive. There were twenty longships, fashioned alike to the ships in Norsca. Furies gathered in great groups above them, and two mighty Kraken swam near the base of the ark. Roughly crafted beastmen vessels, ten or so of them also joined the fleet. “It will be a glorious battle, don’t you think so Master?” Kargon said, breaking the silence. Gorash was silent for a few seconds before responding. “Yes, it will be one to remember Kargon. We shall land soon after the battle as well. The bastards of Tchar will feel my wrath!” They spoke no more for a full half hour, where they spotted the ships. They were heading in their direction, as if they expected the fleet to come. While it initially surprised Gorash, He smiled, knowing that the battle would be that much sooner. The minutes went by, seeming to be an eternity. Gorash could see the warriors on the Tzeenchian boats now, as eager as his own warriors for battle. More minutes passed. The battle began. “For the Grandfather!” Gorash yelled. “Slay them all!!” He yelled. A great yell from his followers followed, and silence follwed in the couple of seconds before Gorash’s boat crashed into a Tzeenchian ship, it’s mighty prow ram tearing apart the bow of the ship and sending the warriors of the magic god tumbling overboard. “CHARGE!!!!!!” Gorash yelled. Scrambling over the debris, he worked his way onto the boat, met by a group of marauders. Swinging the Sword of Bile over his head he brought it down on a matrauder’s shield, slicing right through it and severing his arm. Screaming in pain as the wound infected and rotted, his skin was covered in blisters and pus seconds later, and writhed on the ground in his death throes. The marauders were cut down quickly and he continued onto the boat, closely followed by Kargon and his chosen. As Gorash ran along the deck, he turned a corner to find a Tzeenchian champion, obviously the captain of the boat. With a simple point of his finger the challenge was issued. He charged, swinging the Sword of Bile horizontally at the champion’s chest. He stepped back Thrusting forward with a spear which Gorash easily grabbed, pulling forward and setting the man off balance, and a quick swing of the Sword of Bile beheaded the man. Again the body quickly rotted, and he brought his foot down on the dead champion’s spine, a pool of blood, pus and mucus spewing out from his former neck. Another warrior swung a halberd at his neck, where he ducked and sliced the man’s leg off at the knee. His screams were soon drowned out as several more stabs in the chest caused blood his thickening blood to gush out from his mouth. A third warrior attacked him, swinging two axes and attacking him from behind. His first blow was deflected from his armour but the second left a gash in his lower back. Not even feeling it, he swung madly at the warrior, the two axes held out to stop his sword but it cut through the shafts and left a vertical gash in his chest. A second swing severed his body at the waist. As his warriors continued to overwhelm the warriors, Gorash continued to slay the Tzeenchians without mercy. They kept moving, looking for more enemies. There were few skilled enemies on board, and soon the ship was completely emptied of the Tzeench followers. *** Gorash returned to his boat, which was much bigger than the one he had boarded, surveying how the battle had gone so far. The battle was going in favour of Gorash, but it was almost even. Furies and screamers flew through the air, harassing warriors on both sides. A chaos dragon flew through the air, a Tzeenchian wizard riding it and keeping the Black Ark distracted with its rain of magical flames. Debris of the boats and the corpses of men floated everywhere, and on of the Kraken had died too, it’s gargantuan body lying between two halves of a boat and it’s skin scorched and torn apart by the dragon. All around him boats were being boarded and rammed, warriors fighting bitterly for control of the ships. A nearby boat burst out in flames, and the Tzeench boat was now headed to ram Gorashs’ own boat in the flank. To make matters worse, swarms of furies and screamers began attacking. “Get out of the way of the boat!!” Gorash yelled, stabbing a fury in the chest, and hitting another in the face with his shield. Kargon brought the standard down on a screamer and pinning it to the ground, pulling out a dagger and pinning it to the deck, flopping around uselessly like a fish. Gorash held his shield above his head to protect himself from the swarms of furies, swatting madly and felling many of the screeching daemons. He worked his way to the steering wheel batting away the corpse of the clawed apart man. His warriors gathered around him, keeping the daemons away. It was too late. The boat slammed into the ship’s rear, because it was turned enough to the side. Marauders screamed as they fell overboard, furies diving after their bodies for a meal. Debris rained over the decks of both boats and the water was littered with it too. The rear of the ship was ruined. Flayerkin jumped aboard over the gap, those not jumping far enough catching themselves and climbing up, while other marauders and warriors crossed over on wooden planks. They met little opposition initially with much of the crew killed in the collision or fled towards the ship’s middle. As the first flayerkin could see Gorashs’ warriors they turned to them and charged. Swinging their chains and scythe like hands many warriors were killed quickly, not without losing several flayerkin though. Gorash let go of the steering wheel and charged at a flayerkin. The misshapen swundg ti’s stump of a hand to try and behead him, but instead the flayerkin lost an arm to Gorashs’ sword. The wound began infecting but it fought on. One of the chains in it’s back flug up, the hook at the end embedding in Gorashs’ shoulder. Hardly feeling it, he grabbed the chain and ripped it from th joint in it’s back. Screaming in agony, Gorash sliced the flayerkin’s head off. Killing several more flayerkin, his retinue of chosen warriors began to move forward. Their momentum was short lived, however, because a huge mass of marauders and warriors swarmed them. Even some horrors of Tzeench fought with them, their warping effects shooting magical flames and warping the deck around them. The battle raged, with Gorash, Kargon and the elite warriors killing the marauders and warriors in great numbers but their numbers were seemingly endless. As the Tzeenchians started to back off, a larger man, clad in ornate blue armour and carrying a staff calmly strode through the crowd. He raised the staff above his head and began chanting, multi coloured flames enveloping his body. The flames began to gather at the staff, and then the tip of it, and then the flames entered the staff and jolts of energy circled the staff now. The champion swung the staff, the energy releasing and sending the warriors flying backwards in a great burst of wind. Most hit the deck, but a couple of them were blown overboard. Gorash himself was merely sent off his feet. He looked up and saw the Tzeench lord looking down at him. He could not see his face, but he was filled with a great rage. He kicked at the lord’s knees, who stepped back and jabbed downwards with the staff. Gorash rose his shield and deflected it, swiping his sword at the sorcerers’ arm. A small cut was made, but a quick chant and the wound was healed. Gorash rose to his feet, and the duel began. The warriors of both sides formed a circle, and the Tzeench lord and Gorash circled around, staring at each other with extreme hate. “You don’t know who you face, bastard,” Gorash taunted. “Your bloated body does not frighten me, cur.” Was the response. “You will die in the name of Tchar!” The Tzeench lord then charged forward, swinging the staff overhead to whack Gorash’s skull. Sidestepping, Gorash swung his blade at the man’s chest, which was blocked by a quick maneuvering with the staff. Gorash kicked at the man’s shin with no effect, and he was set off balance and the staff was swung across his chest. A blow with a strength to cripple most men hit him, and he certainly felt it. But it didn’t do the damage the Tzeench lord had hoped, and with a menacing look from Gorash, the sorcerer felt a deep sense of fear. Gorash charged forward, tackling the lord. With his shield Gorash began beating on the helmet, then he stood up and drove his heel into the lord’s stomach, who screamed in pain. Slicing the chest plates from the armour and exposing the lord’s chest, Gorash cut the triple spheres of Nurgle into his chest. Instantly they began infectin and the lord struggled to escape. “It is useless.” Gorash said calmly. “You looked to be a challenge, but I was deceived and you shall leave your bretheren without honour. You will wither, you will wane, and you will die.” Roughly stamping his heel into his stomach again, the dying Tzeench lord coughed up blod and pus, son choking on the fluids. A calm look up from Gorash caused the remaining warriors of Tzeench to flee to their boat, and the warriors of the Torgal tribe remained behind. They watched as the fleeing men climbed frantically onto their watercraft, where as if expected, the remaining kraken emerged from the water, it’s crablike claws tearing the boat apart. To match the timing, and explosion was heard, and Gorash looked towards the Black Ark. He could see that a hellcannon had struck the chaos dragon, and it’s corpse was falling to the water, furies descending to feast on the flesh of it’s rider. *** Several hours later, the remnants of the Tzeenchian fleet had been decimated. Though losses had been taken, it was a solid victory for the plague lord. Gorash Was again on his Black Ark, glad he hadn’t stayed aboard the floating fortress. He had gathered all his lieutenants again, and addressed them. “We now shall land on the island of the Crystal City. Set sail immediately!” |
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| end of mankind | Feb 20 2005, 12:20 AM Post #2 |
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Clanlord
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nice story FB! and a good change from the normal ground battles! |
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| Lord Marixis | Feb 20 2005, 03:17 AM Post #3 |
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Rise from the Ashes
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Excellent writing, Beaver. Very entertaining, besides the fact that the Tzeentchian forces lost. ;) Bah, they would have drowned in a pool of blood for their incompetence anyways. |
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| Gurkhal | Feb 20 2005, 03:21 AM Post #4 |
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Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
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Very cool! Awesom!!! :) The only critic I can come with is that it was sometimes hard to follow what was happening. But still awesom story! |
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| The Flying Beaver | Feb 21 2005, 07:09 AM Post #5 |
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Clanlord
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Well, I think one of Gorash's victims choked on their blood when he stepped on his chest hard enough :D |
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| Haggiroth | Mar 8 2005, 02:05 AM Post #6 |
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Changer of Ways
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That's it. I'm going to get me some revenge. Prepare to see a narrative about some pay-back. Haggiroth-style. |
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| The Flying Beaver | Mar 8 2005, 07:11 PM Post #7 |
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Clanlord
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I don't get it- when I beat up Tzeench people get pissed, but nobody complains when khorne lords beat up undivided and lagothians... |
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| rogge_85 | Mar 8 2005, 07:20 PM Post #8 |
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Anti spammer
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Guess nobody cares about Lagoth or Undivided then, or maybe they think Khorne (maybe Tzeentch) is cooler, I don´t know but I liked the story anyway. |
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| Jackety | Mar 8 2005, 07:21 PM Post #9 |
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Except for me! *Shakes fist angrilly* Great story! It sounded like you were going to make it lose there, too, with the furies. |
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