The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, Chemosh's 1st Story. Read it or DIE.

A walk in the woods.
by Chemosh

Chemosh was walking along a deer path in the forest. His fellow berserkers wished to stay off the main roads to avoid the overwhelming number of patrols that were currently hunting for them. Chemosh had made himself many enemies and both the city-state soldiers and warbands of Chaos wanted him dead.

Chemosh wanted to stay on the main road. He wanted to kill everyone searching for him, whether it be soldiers of the empire or chaos mauraders. It was blood he wanted and it did not matter to him who's it was.

They had made it on top of the hill and were coming around a bend in the path. A large boulder blocking sight of what was around the corner.

"A perfect place for a ambush." Chemosh thought to himself. He prayed to Khorne there would be one. As the small party reached around the bend they saw the path up ahead was blocked by a fallen great oak.

"Ambush." thought Chemosh with great delight.

Chemosh flexed his arms up high! Raising Shield and Axe and made his short pre-battle blessing to Khorne. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" he shouted with excitement and rage.

Suddenly arrows ripped from all directions. In front. On the flanks. And to the rear.

Chemosh's berserkers were hit with deadly accuracey.

The weak ones fall quickly.

Chemosh took an arrow to the left of his neck and two in the chest, but this was to no ill effect on him. He preffered this way to warmup for battle. Blood for the blood god.

He got goosebumps and a tingle of extasy as he felt his blood running down his body. The pain he felt excited him. The warmth of the blood was comforting. His neck spitting out blood with every pump his heart made.

His blood offering to Khorne was only clearing his throat.

Chemosh roars "ERRGGGGAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" with a fiery stronger than hundred spawns of chaos.

He charges forward and what was left of his war party charged in their own respective paths.

Chemosh saw his targets. Two archers, probably woodsmen in their mid thirties. They quickly aim and fire another volley at Chemosh. He takes his shield and bashes the arrow away from him and the second arrow had missed him completely. The two archers were terrified at the spectacle.

The archers reload and Chemosh smells the fear off of them and sees one of the archers soil himself completely. Urine soaked this archers breaches that is probably the fear Chemosh smelled.

These weak men needed to die NOW. They disgusted Chemosh with great distaste.

Before the two men could bring up their bows for a third time. Chemosh decks the edge of his shield into the nose of an archer, causing it to shatter his nose and cause it to cave in violenty into the mans brain with a loud SNAP! and SQUISHY NOISE! This killed him instantly!

At the same time during this attack. Chemosh with axe held high swung downward splintering through the other archers bow with perfection severing the archers right forearm and slicing into his rib cage with a loud crash and crush of bones and flesh! The breaking bones and screams of agony from the archer was Khornes music in Chemosh's ears. The blood running down in waterfalls. It was beautiful to Chemosh's eyes. The spectacle filled Chemosh's blood lust to an even higher level! Rising only higher and higher!

Both archers fell to the ground and Chemosh looked down on the terrifiied faces of the corpses. He then slammed the bottom edge of his shield onto one of the archers neck causing to sever the head from the body. Skulls for the Skull Throne.

And as Chemosh was about to do the same to the other corpse he gets struck by another arrow this time in his left bicep. Arrow tip sticking clean out the other side of the army causing a missle of blood to crash onto the forest floor.

But Chemosh felt only rage. Rage was his lust. Blood was his lust. He felt no pain. To feel pain was to have sanity and sanity is for the weak.

Chemosh snapped his eyes to his new target and gave another "ERRGAAAHHHHHH!" and charged forth with tremendous speed.

The archer loads another arrow but is shaking in uncontrolable fear and drops his arrow. BIG MISTAKE.

Chemosh's axe makes a beautiful horizontal slice across the rangers neck setting the mans head to launch straight up into the air with the blood flushing rapidly out from the arteries to act as its propellant.

The wash of blood splashes onto Chemosh's face. He tastes it. He smells it. Khorne was sharing his offerings with Chemosh.

He loved it.

Then suddenly two foot soldiers charge toward Chemosh both with sword and shield. Chemosh drops his shield and charges out to meet them.

Chemosh parry's an attack with his axe and with his open hand reaches out onto the blade of the other attacker. He grips the sword tightly.

The swords edge slammed into Chemosh's hand! Causing it to bleed furiously! Blood running like a river down the blade and into rapid drip drops off the hilt.

With a awesome momentum that only a berserker of Khorne is capable of Chemosh guides this soldiers sword into the other soldiers eye that made a pleasant squishy noise and a spurt.

Then Chemosh dropped his axe.

The other soldier trying now desperately to pull his sword out of his comrades eye socket but the tip of the sword was lodge into the back of his fellows skull.

Chemosh laughed at his weakness.

With a furious roar Chemosh slammed his hands around the soldiers head gripping tightly around it and gave it a violent tug and twist. The spinal column made a loud snapping noise with a crisp pop, tendons ripped apart, causing the veins to run about freely. The poor soldiers face was stearing down the back of his neck.

The lifeless body fell with a thump.

Chemosh took a quick look around.

Chemosh's other Berserkers had done well and brutally massacred the overconfident ambush set by the men of the empire.

BUT THEN!

Chemosh saw a lone cloaked figure running desperately away!

Chemosh gave chase picking up his axe.

Chemosh thought "Look! This dog runs like Sigmar with his ass on fire!"

Blood for the Blood God.
There is more blood lust to come....

May 2012

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