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| Mark of the gods. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 23 2005, 02:28 PM (460 Views) | |
| Gurkhal | Mar 23 2005, 02:28 PM Post #1 |
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Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
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Mark of the gods Asach satt alone at his campfire and starred into the blazing fire, around him he had sweept his cloak. A well made cloak with pelts that togheter with the warmth from the fire could keep most of the coldness from the harsh Norse night out. Around Asach the pitched darkness of the woodland and the night seemed almost to press in against it, as if it was trying to consume the lone spot of light and the human that satt in it. Above Asach was the trees, who rose against the star-filled sky above, a few black clouds softly flew across the sky. From the woods Asach heard all the usual things that are always in woods at nights. Sounds of animals and the wind. Others, not use to the woods at night might find it unnerving but Asach know what was dangerious that existed in the wood, and what he should lisen after. Infront of Asach laid his axe which had been gifted to him by his father upon the end of the winter when he left childhood behind him and became a man, and a warrior. The axe had followed him over several battles, and once even on a raid to Brettonnia and always served him well. Asach’s shield was made of wood and steel and had like the axe and his lether armour it had faithfully followed him for two years and protected him. On all of his wargear the warp seer of the village had written magical runes that would help him in all his battles. It was not as powerful as the magic of sorcerers he had seen, nor as the mighty weapons that the lords of his people, the Swerrgs wielded. But it had kept him alive this far and he took that as a good sign. Except for his wargear he had also all the equipment one would need for a travel into the north to reach the temple of I’Khaarek, where the gods would test Asach’s power, and judge if he was worthy of wearing their mark. He had also brought with him his dagger, food, water, different tools, to handle all sorts of problems from repairing clothes to making fire and making rough repairs of his metall tools. He had blankets and much more. Tomorrow Asach would make the rite and do what untold warriors of the Swerrgs, and other peoples had done before him for several thousands of years, as long as anyone knew basicly. And it would now be Asach’s turn. More than a month of travelling would come to an end. Asach looked forward to it, not all returned. Only the strongest were ever sent and only half of them came back. Many of Asach’s own friends or family members had disappered when they went to show their strenght to the gods, but he would succsed. And he would show the entire world that he was worthy of wearing the god’s mark. With those thoughts Asach lied down on his blanket and fell asleep. The next morning Asach went up as the sun rose over the horisont. From this pack he took forth a rabbit whose blood was offered to the great gods. And in particiler to the king of the gods and ruler of the skies, Khorne. It was a small offering but Asach thought to himself that it was better than nothing. When he had gathered his things he set out towards the temple which loomed in the distance. After twenty minutes Asach reached the huge structure. It was made of solide grey rock. Over the portal into the inner parts of it was four great statues. One of them was the great god Khorne, Asach also recongnised Slaanesh, the enemy of Khorne. But he did not know of the other two.Around these four was a huge number of smaller pictures of smaller gods. Asach saw Mololk, the god of smithing, Sarug, the god of fire and Negav the lord of horses and god of horsemenship and riders. But most of the different pictures he did not recongnised at all, he assumed that they were gods and spirits of other peoples, whom may live today. Or who could very well be a dead people whose gods were no longer honoured, nor remembered. Carefully and with a bowed head Asach entered the temple. Inside the temples where a big chamber with an aisle in the middle, and lots of big and wide pillars filling the rest of the chamber on both sides. Asach walked slowly forward towards a big altar, covered in ancient gore. The entire building smelled lika an old butcher’s house. Not the smell of fresh blood. But of old, and lots of it. So much that the smell would never ever go away. Along the aisle, on both sides were tourched that had the middle of the temple bright. As Asach moved forward he began to hear a low discussion from small, quite voices that grew louder and more exited as they spoke ot each other in a tongue that Asach did not understand. But recongnised as the dark tongue of the gods and their heralds. Asach could not tell from where the voices came, it was as if they came from everywhere and no where at once. After a few miniutes the voices stopped and almost at the same time Asach heard a small quite sound of hoves on a rock outside. Swiftly Asach jumped to the left into the shadows among the pillars. He did not know who it was that was coming, but he doubted that they had good intentions for him. The next moment a little head, with two small horns on it carefully looking inside from the entrence to the temple. “Ungor.” Asach said to himself silently. Despite that he was alone the entire temple seemed to be alive with a loaded feeling, an impatiant waiting for something to happen. It did not take long before the ungor’s head was drawn back and two ungors swiftly made their way from the outside into the temple’s dark interior. The two ungors went into the left side of the aisle, the same that Asach hidded himself in. Asach did not know if he had been followd by the beasts for a long or short time, if they too were here for the same reson as he, or if they were a challenge from the gods to test him. No matter which, they would be a fitting proff of his skills as a warrior and a offer to the gods. As silent as he could he put down all his equipment behind a pillar and then with a few silent steeps steeped deeper into the darkness. Asach satt down and listned for sounds behind a pillar. The silent, careful sound of hoves on stone floor could be heared. It sounded as the two ungors were going straight forward, a bit from the aisle in the middle. Softly Asach walked forward and then started to go right to come upon the ungors from the side. As he gently looked around a pillar he saw the two ungors. One of them had a broadbladed spear in his hands and the other one a long dagger, which looked almost like a small sword and a heavy wooden club. The one closest was the one with the spear, not what Asach would have prefered by it would stille give him the element of surprise. Slowly Asach prepered himself for his attack. As soon as he moved against them the ungor with the spear pointed it towards Asach and the other one took position a bit behind him, slightly to the left. Asach know what tactic they had in mind. The one with the spear would engage him in the front, while the other one circle around and then moved in from behind or the flank, forcing him to face attacks from two differen directions. Asach quickly decided that if was better to attack now, before they could come from both direction at the same time and trapp him. Asach rushed forward to attack, as predicted the first ungor backed away a little while the other one began to cirlce around. However Asach’s charge meent that he came against the first ungor with the spear before the other one had arrived. Even if the ungor saw this as well and began his charge into Asach’s flank. The spear armed ungor thrusted against Asach, who in turn bent his knees a little and lifted his shield, with which he caught the spear and raised it up. Has he did this his axe came flying in against the ungor, who backed away and was only scratched lightly on the chest. However Asach, who still had his momentum kept running, slammed into the ungor and togheter they crashed into a stone pillar with a huge bange. Quickly Asach backed away and fixed his eyes on the ungor that came running towards him. The ungor that had been slammed into the pillar sjunked down on the floor, and held around his upper body with his arms, from his mouth came painfull and yelping brays togheter with blood. The ungor with the dagger and the club rushed against Asach and unleashed a serie of strikes. First he throw himself into Asach’s shield which caused him to lose his balance and then a strike with the club against Asach’s head against which Asach raised his shield and blocked it, but as fast as a lightning the ungor dropped down and slashed out with his dagger against Asach’s feets. It was only luck that Asach manage to draw his feets away and only his left foot took a light risp. In return Asach striked down with his own axe, but the ungor rolled away on the stone floor, Asach quickly followed and made a strike just as the ungor reach to his hoves again. The ungor defected the blow with his club and then striked against Asach’s exposed arm with the dagger. Asach dropped the axe, which was caught by the ungor’s club and pulled his arm back, and at the same time he swung his shield in against the ungor’s head. For a brief moment the ungor only had the right arm in focus, and as a result did not detect the shield untill it was to late and it smashed into his head. The ungor’s hed banged away with a violent snape and he was thrown to the floor. Asach breathed heavily and looked at the two bodies, the second ungor that lied by the pillar did’t move anymore, nor did he bray. Once more the temple was empty save for Asach, who picked up his axe and satt down. It was not untill now that he realished that he was bathing in sweet. The smell of fresh blood had been added to the old one, but it smelled just the same. With the two ungors dead the voices also came back, it sounded lik they were very exicted and talket fast and sometimes angry to each other. Asach had slipped down with his back against a stone pillar and closed his eyes. “I need water.” He told himself and forced himself to his feets and walked away to his pack and drank deeply from the waterskin. Asach did not know how long he satt there, an hour? Twenty minutes? He had no idea. But finally he pushed himself to his feets. With his axe he beheaded the two corpses and took their heads with him to the altar. Here Asach sank down on his knees. “Look at what I have accomplished, mighty gods.” He sayd and raised the two heads. “You know what I have done in the past. And you have seen proff that I am a warrior within your own temple. I ask for the mark of the gods.” It came no answere, but the voices seemed to be quite now, waiting yet again for something. “I give to you mighty gods a sacrifice. To show my obidience to you.” Asach placed the two heads on the altar and made it back to the corpses, from where he cut out the hearths, lungs and other interiors and gathered as much blood as he could in a plate, which the village’s warp seer ha gifted to him for this using. Asach took out a small number of wooden sticks from his pack, and made a little fire infront of the temple. As the flames reached higher Asach laid the organs from the ungors in it and poured a little of the blood in the fire as well. The fire quickly consumed the offerings and the hole temple was filled the the smell of burnt fat and burnt blood along with its distinct sound. The rest of the blood Asach used to paint on the statue of Khorne with. Finally he stood infront of the small fire and bowed on his knees before the statues. “Smell my offerings!” he said in a formal voice. “Rejoice in the smell of the blood and the enterior of the enemy! I ask now for the blessing of the Lord of Battle and the gods of my people!” Suddenly it feelt like the lightning had struck into his head and he was thrown against the floor. His head hurted and feelt like it had been hit by a smith’s great hammers. Asach raised his hands to his head, but suddenly stopped. On his forehead he feelt lines burned into his flesh, it was a skulle, it was the mark of Khorne. |
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| snyggejygge | Mar 23 2005, 04:33 PM Post #2 |
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High Zar of Khorne
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Good story man! |
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| end of mankind | Mar 23 2005, 10:58 PM Post #3 |
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Clanlord
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nice story indeed! |
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| rogge_85 | Mar 24 2005, 12:58 AM Post #4 |
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Anti spammer
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Good written. |
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| The Flying Beaver | Mar 24 2005, 04:14 AM Post #5 |
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Clanlord
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Awsome! |
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| Whitethunder500 | Mar 24 2005, 05:10 AM Post #6 |
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Insane until further notice.
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WOW I'm lovin' your works man! Keep it up! |
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| acolite | Mar 24 2005, 05:40 AM Post #7 |
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Can I just point out that befor 'Thunder posted, the longest post was 3 words. Aren't we descriptive! Quite long, but it was worth it in the end! Will ther be a sequel? Asach goes on a Khornate Blood-Rampage? |
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| Gurkhal | Mar 24 2005, 06:38 AM Post #8 |
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Master of the Eleven Foot Stick of Supreme Sticking
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Thanks for you input guys. Right now it is quite unlikly that Asach goes on a rampage, I got Korgath and Dagor to be the "one man armies" while Asach will probably be more of "normal" warrior. But their might actually be a sequel, including Korgath as well probably. Dagor will be on the resting place untill the real campaign kicks in for most now. |
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