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WARNING: THIS IS LONG, READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL!
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The tale of Khar Qhayshek


   In the dark Wastes of Chaos, there once existed the Gaerling tribe. After the death of Asavar Kul, the Aeslings nearly wiped them out.  Those who survived fled far to the north. Beyond any other tribe would dare to go.

  Driven by need and the will of Tzeentch they fled into the realm of the gods itself. Among them a veteran of the battle of Praag. He wasn't part of the tribe but made sure that they were delivered to his god.

 No one truly knows what happened during his stay among the gods, but when he returned to the land of the living he called himself Khar Qhayshek. He vowed to destroy the Empire for the cowards that they had become.

 He went alone from village to village burning everything in sight and leaving no survivors. He continued his rampage until he came upon a small fishing village on the coast of the Sea of Claws. He attacked the village without a second thought. Unfortunately for the Chosen there were high elves getting ready to head to Altdorf to answer the Emperor's plead for help to fight Archaon's horde. Among the elves were Sword-masters of Hoeth, and even though he managed to kill seven of them, and maim nine, he was no match for all of them.

 Now he has once again returned and this time he cares not for the weakling Empire, he wants to wipe out all traces of the high elves from the face of the planet. To achieve his goal he has sought out the Anti-Sanctus Chaotica.

The blood has never flowed so freely.

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 Though I am known as Khar Qhayshek now, I was once a soldier of the Empire. I was born Varom Tsar'Reith of Talabheim. My father was Kent Tsar'Reith, a well known woodsman at the time of my birth. But my mother died giving birth to me, my father never even told me her name.
 The other villagers thought of my mother’s death as a bad omen of what I was to become. If they only knew...

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  My father protected me from the other villagers who feared the "omen" till the day he died. No one person could explain why he died, until my "fall". Most thought it was a sign of the "omen" and drove me away. I finally found peace among the Priests of Ulric.
  They allowed me to train with there warriors till they thought I was ready to prove my worth to Ulric. They told me to pray to the wolf god and ask for a task. A godlike figure appeared in my dreams that night and told me to go to the north. "To find one worth of your skill", he said,” to destroy a champion of the Chaos god Khorne. "When I told the priests of my dream they said that it was Ulric in one of his many forms and that I must embark immediately. Who knew how wrong they were...

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 As embarked on my journey to the north I found oh so evident clues about the whereabouts of this champion I was tasked with to kill. Do not ask what his name was for I no longer care to remember. Slaughtered villages here, deserted farmsteads there, so on and so forth.  
Little did I know he was no champion of Khorne but of another god.
The champion's trail led deeper and deeper into the Chaos Wastes. And the clues became less and less obvious. Until I came upon an altar that sprawled towards the skies. Or what looked like sky, I don't care. It was sky to me then. As I climbed the stairs of the altar, a storm approached, caring little for the weather I climbed to the top.
At the top of the altar, the stairs ended abruptly in a portal. Its mirror like surface was more of a window than a portal. I hesitantly tapped the surface and was instantly pulled intill another realm of existence. I found that the champion was easy enough to find after that...  he found me.

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 "The Great Schemer told me you would follow me here. But he didn't say if I should kill you or not. I'll kill you anyways"

 "Try me foul one, and we shall see who will kill who."

As the combatants come together a brilliant fire flashes in-between them halting them both.

 "I will not have my best pawns fighting each other.” A great booming voice said.” Rather I shall send you to fight alongside Asavar Kul in the up coming war."

"I am Varom Tsar'Reith and I serve the wolf god Ulric not a chaos god that manipulates!"

"Fool mortal I was the one who came to you in your dreams! Not some god of winter!"

 "But...”

"It was I who put the idea in your head to go to the priests of Ulric! I have been manipulating you since your birth!"

"Fine what must I do?"

"Do? You don't have to *do* anything."

"Then what....?"

"You will no longer be Varom Tsar'Reith. You shall now be known as..."

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(Current time)

"My name is Khar Qhayshek. And now that I have told you my story will you let me join your Unholy Legion? Or must I kill someone?"

"Welcome Khar Qhayshek to the Anti-Sanctus Chaotica," a voice comes from the hooded figure," my name is Dark Lord Kutulu. May you sow chaos where ever you kill."

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The fishing village Talisker...

      As the party of elves returned to there ship they noticed something was wrong with the village.... it was too quite.
   "Where are the humans?" an elf said. Eldril turned his head to see who had broken the silence. It was a young Reaver knight named Ithrim. The fool will get us all killed for sure. He walked over to where Ithrim was standing.
   "Fool never break silence when we are so close to the Chaos Wastes!"
   "Y-yes my lord Eldril."
   Eldril took his place at the front of the column by the swordsmaster Anaryll." You don’t need to be so harsh on the boy Eldril. This is his first time outside of Ulthan after all."
  "He could've given our position away. He needs to learn to keep silent unless it’s important."
  "Yes but I remember a certain boy being just as reckless."
  "Oh don’t patronize me Anaryll."
  "Nonetheless he has a point. Where are the humans?"
  "Dead.” AA gruff voice announced.
  "Who's there?" Eldril asked into the dark night.
  "Your death.” A dark figure strode onto the light of the street lamp. He was covered in dark armour with Chaos Runes engraved all over and stained with the villagers’ blood. He held a battle axe in one hand and in the other..."Your blood shall feed Leth Khadhar!!"...a daemon sword.
  "Kill him quickly!"
  "Oh this is guna be fun" the figure cackled. He charged the first elf who dared come near him. The elf swung his blade at the figure just trying to hit him. But the chosen easily parried with the daemon sword and relived the elf of his head. Next he found himself surrounded by White Lions." Here kitty kitty kitty."
  All seven Lions charged at the same time." HAHAHAHA SO THE KITTIES WANT TO PLAY EH... OK!"
  "Eldril leave the dark one to the Lions we must make it to the ship with the message to the Phoenix King!"
  "Yes yes I know. Ithrim, Anaryll with, me everyone else kill the chaos... thing!” The elves obeyied and moved towards the chosen intent on killing them all. The trio kicked there horses into a gallop and fled towards the dock. Flashing past streets that would no longer see any living beings for generations. Shops that would become forgotten in the mists of time. As they got closer to the dock they began to find the villagers sprawled in the middle of the street. Eldril thought he heard Ithrim puke off the side of his horse but when he turned to see if Ithrim was... Ithrim wasn't there. His horse was still galloping behind the other two but had no rider.
  "Wait."
  "Eldril we don’t have time to wait"
  "No look at Ithrims horse."
  "What?"
  "Just do it!"
  "No matter we must make it to the ship!"
  "Where do you THINK YOUR GOING?!?!?!"
   "Keep going I'll take care of him!" Anaryll yelled.
   "May Isha bless your blade Anaryll."
   "Go damn you!"
   Eldril continued on to the dock only to find the ship all but gone. All that showed of the runner was the top of the main mast. "By the Gods what have you done?!"
  "The old elf was to easy.” the chosen said flatly.
  "You basterd! MY SON WAS ON THAT SHIP!!"
  "Oh really? Ah yes the captain did resemble you. He was one hell of a fighter I'll give him that much."
  "May I ask your name before I kill you defiled human?"
  "Yes you may though you will not kill me."
  "We shall see."
  "Yes we shall. My name is Khar Qhayshek Chosen of Tzeentch and I will have my revenge from you."
  "Why me?"
  "You killed me two-hundred years ago."
   "N-no that’s not possible...”
  "Oh but it is. I will not kill you tonight frail one but know this... I will kill you eventualy," Khar said stately as he brought his elbow crashing down on the crown of the elf's skull. As the elf's consciousness fled into the darkness of his mind he felt himself being thrown into something wooden and then all was dark...

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"Thirteen years later...
  As the figure looked over the bay the word once again came from his lips...


"I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE FROM YOU... ELDRIL!!!!"Khar howled into the night.

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Khadhar Aqshy'phak-Praag,

   "Khar go take care of those pesky Greatswords"the massive lord said.
   "Yes master Asavar"I replied
    "When have you begun to listen to him, eh?"
   "Leth shut up"
   "What?"
  "No not you Lord, my sword doesn't agree with you is all"
   "Leth doesn't does he?"
   "Yes"
   "Then what does he suggest? That I let them tear through my marauders?!"
    "No, but Khar is too useful to waste on the humans"
    "Then who should I send eh? The Tahmaks?"
    "No the Khazags."
    "I need them to counter any knight they send forth!"
     "Fine but I will not allow Khar to be wasted on them."
     "Then go back north and get more troops. Meet me in Kislev after I conquer it."
     "Very well but know this you will fail at Kislev."
      "HA and you know my true calling do you?!"
       "No but I have seen it before."
        "As have I."
        "But you aren't the chosen of the gods! You have no favor from the gods!"
        "Alright suit yourself, I'm leaving."
        "Leave me fool and I shall have more glory than you."
        "Hahaha so be it Asavar I'll see you among the gods."
        "Goodbye fool mortal."

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        "As I left Asavar the city of Praag finally fell and I laughed at his stupidity. He had no idea how quick the alliance of dwarfs elves and humans would respond. Oh the fool. If only he had listened to me and Leth. Hahahaha oh well. What happened happened."
       "Oh really is that all? So that is why when he died you where already with his people to lead them to the Chaos Realm."
       "Revenge is a dish best served cold."
       "Indeed my friend indeed."Hmm... that gives me an idea...So would you be interested in something?"
        "Maybe why?"
        "Excellent, go to my...office tomorrow."
        "Whatever. I’ll be there."
        "Good.” So the last pawn has been found heh, Lord Sordin thought to himself.
        "Don't be to sure mortal."Leth inserted into the Magus's head

"We shall see daemon. We shall see."

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Southern Albion fens...

   The fens were quite as the high elves marched through the mists. All that could be heard was the squish of mud and the labored breathing of the horses. A few Reavers were muttering to each other.
   "Now my lord?"an inquisitive marauder asked.
   Hmm... wait a little longer.
   "Not yet my friend, not yet."
   "Yes my lord."
   Wait until the Reavers are near the greenskins.
  "Send word to the Dark Lords that we will attack when the Reavers are by Rubakas Boyz. Lord Sordin will know why."
    "Yes my lord."
    Does he always have to call me "my lord"?
    Yes for he fears your wrath.
   So? It’s quite annoying.
   Hahaha get accustomed to it. It comes with the power.
   Grrr... you're no help at all Leth.
   Heh so? I'm not your pawn.
   SO?! You're still supposed to...
  "My lord?"
   "What."
   "Dark Lord Kutulu says to attack now."
   Well we can’t argue with that now can we Leth?
   No, no we can’t.
    "Very well. Break cover on my command."
    "Yes my..."
 "Oh yes and stop calling 'my lord' its quite annoying."
   "Yes m- yes um... what would you have me call you then?"
   "Khar just Khar."
   "Yes Khar."
    "Very good” Well that solved that problem.
    Indeed.
   Yards away the elves marched on blissfully unaware of the ambush.
    "ELVES YOU SHALL DIE NOW!!!"
    Twenty Marauders leaped from the muck and began hacking the elves to pieces.
    "No foul one it is you who shall die!!!"the elven prince retorted.
    "He's mine."
    "Foul one you never stood a chance."
    Let me test that.
     "Indeed."
      "What?"
     "Heh you shall find out soon enough."
      "Whatever. Die!" The prince charged the Chosen and struck him in his chest. Through his chest really. The prince attempted to retrieve his sword for another strike... but it was stuck.
      "Is that it? That one strike was all you could muster? You make me laugh!"
      This elf is boring. His death shall be satisfying enough for now. Kill him. Now.
      "Ah but I was starting to have fun with him..."
      Now.
     "Oh alright. Oh well looks like I have to kill you. And we were going to have so much fun..."Khar brought Leth Khadhar down and sliced the elf in half with one blow. Having seen there leader be killed in such a way was too much for the other elves and they fled. Or... tried to. Unfortunately Rubakas Boyz were there to catch them.
    Let them go.
   "But..."
   Khar...
   "Bu..."
   Khar...
   "B...”
   Khar!!! LET THEM GO DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!?!?!
   "Yes Leth."I hate you...
   I heard that.
   Damnit!

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The ruins of Talisker...

      "Its time Khar."
      "Hmm?"
      "Its time to seek out Eldril."
      "But what of Sordins task?"
      "We will aid him but not this time."
       "I won't be the one to tell him that now will I?"
       "Not if you’re smart."

       "Hmm... Kasik?"
       "Yes my lord?"
       "Now I know why you're choosing him."
       Oh ya "Inform Lord Sordin that I will not be accompanying him."
       "M-my lord? Are you serious?"
      "Oh I'm afraid I am."
       "Yes my lord.” I’m a dead man.
       Yes you are.
        Leth don't give it away!
        Sorry couldn't help myself.
        Leth what am I gonna do with you?
        You're gonna feed me is what you're gonna do!
         "Oh no doubts 'bout that."
         "What was that Khar?"
          "Oh nothing Juras, nothing at all."

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Talabheim..... (Homecoming )

        As the undead moved silently into the town they never noticed that bodies already littered the streets. They never knew what had happened that day. None except the Blood Dragon that led them. Hmm....interesting the path of death is going deeper into the Empire. If I'm correct.... this is not good. Even tough he no longer held any allegiance to the empire he felt sympathy for those who were about to pay dearly....

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        Why are we here Khar?
        Revenge
        Against who?
       This is were it all began....
       I'm still not following and I don't like being confused.
       You will see soon enough. The blood shall flow freely tonight.
      Tell me n-
      Shh we're nearing the village I need complete concentration.
       In the dark one could easily see the sentries along the outskirts. Clad in leather jerkins and halberds the sentries never knew what was to happen to there sleepy village.....

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"Why'd we get posted out here in the bloody middle of nowhere?"
     "Duno and id rather be here then on the front lines."Ugh here we go again. The guards went through this ever night. Arguing 'bout were they'd rather be.
     "But there's nothin-"
    "There's nothing what oh complainer." Silence. "Bosel?" Again silence.Shit shit shit shit. Movement caught his attention, he turned to see a wall of metal and fury charging him. "TO ARMS" was all he managed to get out before his head hit the ground.

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     Well that was sloppy.
     Piss off. I'd like to see you don any better. Oh wait you can’t, because your in my BLOODY SWORD!
    .....
    That’s what I thought.
    Quite... there's too many people for a village.
    Hmm must be a regiment of halberdiers. This complicates things....let’s get started.

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     They are gathering in the village center. Why.
     Meeting ever month to discus important stuff.
     Like?
     The hell if I know, they never let me in there.
      "This is going to be easier than I thought." As he crept through the village he took out any guards in his way. Rush, stab, decapitate. Rush, stab, decapitate. Oh so easy. Just as the thought crossed his mind he halted.” Wait a second I smell...horses hmm...this just got more interesting."
     Indeed.





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The shrouded figure just watched the villagers below argue about whether to tell him of Varom Tsar'Reith or not. Of his cursed birth, of his fathers’ suspicious death, of his strange track north never to return. These locals are afraid of something. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Unless.... of course. I should've guessed. He turned to his bodyguard. "Let’s go and leave this bickering to them."
     "Sir."
    Outside more bodyguards awaited on horse-back. I’ve gota get the hell outa here before h-
    "Hello hello. I never thought I'd see you here. In my hometown of all the places in the world why here?"
   "I'd hoped to find out more about your past before we met again. I didn't think I'd find so much from the middle of nowhere."
   "Heh shall we?"
    "I'd rather not. Kill him."
    "Here we go again. Heh you never learn do you?"
    " Maybe."



 "I'll see you in a minute." Time to feed Leth.
    Nah really?
   Smart-ass.
   Sorry I don't have one.
   "I don't think you'll survive this time basterd." The figure turned and ran down the street. As he ran his guards moved to obey his command. They threw there cloaks off and revealed....
    "Dragon princes, just freak'n great." As Khar spoke the princes lowered there lances and charged. Khar nocked the first lance to the side with Leth and took a legs from the horse with his axe. Instead of finishing the prince he moved on to the next one. He slit the horse's throat and moved to the next. Two princes charged from his left and right, he dived forward at the last second. The momentum of the charge sent the princes lances into each other. Khar turned around intime for a lance to send him flying across the street. The wall he hit gave way and buried him. Thinking him dead the remaining princes golloped after there leader.
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    "Khar one of these days your gona find a wall thats stuborn as you are" a female voice remarked.
    "Luckly not today" Khar said "now could you help me out Lady Swiftpain?"
    "Surely you don't think id let you lay there lazily now do you?"
    "I guess not."
    "Come on your prey is getting away."
    "The gates will slow him down."
    "Hmm?"
    "The pins on the gate have been replaced with rocks."
    "I didnt know you would step up to sabotage" Aladriel said with obvios mockery.
     A grin came across Khars helmeted face."Why Lady Swiftpain you wound me."
    "And?"
    "Heh, nevermind. Um could you get off my arm?"
    "What, oh sorry."
    "Wait a sec why are you here Lady?"
    "What i cant keep an eye on one of the legions own?"
   "Hahaha, no its not that. Its just i didnt expect anyone to follow me here. Now if you'll excuse me I have an elf to catch."
   "So thats who your hunting."
    "Who else?" Khar ran after the retreating elves. Aladriel leaped up to the roof of the building and followed.

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"Are you sure hes dead"the figure asked.
    "He took a lance through the chest and a wall fell ontop of him. He's dead."
    "You fools! My Cousin stabbed him through the chest and he just srugged it off!"
    Before the prince could respond a daemon sword erupted from his chest, spraying blood everywhere. A helmeted head poked out from behind the elf. "Hello Eldril. Its time."
    "I will try my best to kill you Khar Qhayshek."
   "Thats all i ask."Khar lept at the elf with all his strength behind Leth. Eldril blocked with his blade, but it shatterd from the force of the blow. His arm numb he lept to the side. Khar's axe spinning threw the air behind him. Eldril pulled a pair of short swords off his back. He went into a spinning attack jarring Khar with each hit. Khar felt his back hit the wall as he relized he'd been forced backwards. Rage filled his mind and began to push back. Eldril went for his legs and he blocked them, but instead of releasing the blades he pinned them down and kicked Eldril in the face. Reeling back he lost his grip on his swords and tripped over a chair. He stood up outside and found a dark elf unfoldong herself from her latest victim.
   "Where do you think your going?"she said seductively.
   Eldril pulled out his remaining sword and spun around in time to block Leth."You'll not have me."
  "Oh I don't think you're going anywhere."Khar pulled Leth back and sturck with his axe. Eldril deftly blocked it, Khar slid the axe bade up and over Eldrils sword and pulled it out of his hands. In a last ditch effort Eldril pulled out his dagger and stabbed Khar in the neck. Khar backhanded him and sent him flying. "Its time to end this once and for all." Khar brought Leth down in a long arc, Edril stumbled and fell just as Leth would have split him in half.
  "I refuse to die!" Picking up a fallen sword he lunged at Khar. Khar reversed Leth and nocked the sword away,  then he reversed again and drove Leth through Eldrils heart.
  "Oh i think thats a fatal wound my friend"Khar said sarcasticly. He watched as Eldril stared at the sword sticking out of his chest in disbelief. Khar heard clapping and glanced up at Aladriel. He hadnt noticed her intill then.
  "Well i think i know why Kutulu alowd you to join the legion."
  "Heh, i guess so. Let us finish the villagers."
   "Why not leave them so they may add to the legend of Varom Tsar'Reith?"
   "Hmm, why not indeed. Lets go then."
   As they faded into the night the villagers began to file out of the meeting with their answer, finding the elven dead sprawled over there peacful village. "We failed to warn him" the village elder remarked.

[KharQhayshek]

"Khar go help Rubakas choppas."
"Hmm? Why they seem to have things under control."
"I have a feeling you'll have a surprise waiting for you."
Realy?
"Yes Leth. Now get down there."
"Right away Dark Lord."

I wonder what Kutulu meant by that?
He could've meant many things. Odd...
What?
The last time i felt like this was.."Impossible."
"Hello Khar."
WHAT?!! IMPOSSIBLE!!! I FED UPON HIM!
"My thoughts exactly."
"Leth can no longer feed upon me. Im not alive."
"Then how...the Blood Dragon!"
"Very astute. Though I wish I was still alive, my kind will have nothing to do with me now."
"And I care why?"
"Who said anything 'bout careing? Now where were we?"
This is gona be fun.
"Indeed. Die or not either way..." Leth comes swinging down.

[Darkmonic]

Uh can you say...... epic story?!!!  :twisted:

[Kutulu]

Leth will just have to feed on some innocent bystanders.

[KharQhayshek]

AAGH!
What what?
Hes got a Sword of Destruction!
Then well have to withdraw.
No use your axe to knock it out of his hands. The lop off his head with me.
But if he hits you again you'll..
Yes ill shatter. But id rather take that risk. That blade can just as easily tear through your armour.
Since when have you cared about my well being?
Well since your my carrier I dont have a choice. Besides if I shatter I wont die. I'll just wont be useful in battle.
Fine.
"Are you two done bickering yet?"
"Silence Eldril. Even with that sword you wont kill me."
"Oh really? We'll just have see about that."
"Oh just die!" Khars axe swings across but Eldrils blade sliced the head off it. Well there goes that idea. Before Khar can react Eldril reverses his blade and slices Khar stomach."I will not be beaten by the likes of you!"
"I dont think you have a choice."As Eldril speaks Khar sheaths Leth and draws apair of Druchi blades from his back."Or maybe you do."
Smileing wickedly under his helm Khar begins to cackle and charges. Blades swinging in perfect unison Eldril tries to keep his grip on the sword but its knocked from his hands and he takes six hits before he can get away. "This isn't over yet Khar! We'll meet again." Eldril disapears into the throng of elves and humans.
"Indeed we will and next time I will be ready."
Yes we will.

[Scrag]

HERE KITTY KITTY KITTY

That is freakin' fantastic.

[Squiggie]

Oi!  Dis guy purdy gud fer not bein' green.  Dat is wun uv da bestest tales I 'erd in a long time!

You gunna be fun ta kill da stunties wit...so long as yas leave 'em squirmin' for Fangs 'ere.   :twisted:

[KharQhayshek]

"Sordin!"Why must he hide away in all these damn books?
Why not? Its quite comfy.
Like you would know comfy when you saw it."Sordin when the hell are you?"
A pile of books shifts as Sordin uncovers himself."Hmm? Oh its you. What do you want?"Khar tosses a sword at him and he barely manages to catch it."What is this?"
"Leth says its a Sword of Destruction. I kneed to know how to defeat this kind of blade."
Sordin unsheaths the Sword and reveals a golden sword with Dwarven runes imprinted along the blade."Hmm, give me a day or two to research therunes and I'll get back to you."
"Be quick about it I have a fealing I will be up against more of these pretty soon."
"Yes yes now out out out."
You call that comfy?
Hmm...his sanity must be sliping again.
Again?
Unfortunantly so. Such a strong mind wasted by insanity.
Hmm that maybe true but my immediate problem is my axe.
Hmm? Oh yes about that why use an axe? Just get another blade.
Hmm... I see your point. Wait a sec. Its too quite even for this section of the Desecratus. The halls were empty. The only sound was the rasp of Khars breathing. Not good
"Its too easy to goet in here."
"I was thought it was you."
"Its is and its not. Im not physicaly here."
Hes projecting his image,interesting.
Not really.
"What do want with me now Eldril?" Eldrils image wavered for a second and then stablized though wraith-like. Khar could see the bloodied walls through him.
"I want that blade back."
Sorry I dont have it."
"Hmm? Then where is it?"
Why is it so important to you its just a blade?"
"Its booby.."A thunderus boom reverberates through the walls."...trapped."Eldrils visage disapears.
"Shit! Sordin!"Khar takes off down the halls as more and more people run from rooms in a frenzy. The door to Sordins room was leaning up against the oposite side of the hall."Hey Sordin you still alive?"
"No thanks to you yes."
"Did you find out anything before it blew up?"
"Yes actualy. Its wasnt a Sword of Destruction as Leth thought, it was actualy a Daemon Slayer. Much worse for Leth. If it hit him hard enough he would have been completely destroyed."
Well that would've sucked.
Undoubtily so. Especialy for me.
"Well if we're done here I'd like to see which books i must replace."
"Thank you Sordin and uh sorry 'bout the mess."
"Oh get out!"
I think Eldril just made a new enemy.
Heh well he definantly didnt make any friends now did he?
Nope.

[KharQhayshek]

Khadhar Aqshyek,Erengrad


As Khar watched the city from a hill high above the plains of Kislev. As the wind picked up Khar smelled the burnt ships out in the bay. Kutulu had ordered the fleet of ships in the harbor burnt before the siege began.
You know this is a bold move.Leth spoke into his mind."Yes I know. But I dont have a say in this move. When the Dark Lords say they want something done, it gets done."True enough. Though I wish you would use me this time."I'm not gona risk Eldril showing up and relieving me of your pesky points."Khar said sarcasticaly. As the wind blew across the plains below Khar watched the grass move in waves. He could see the lights of the city below as well."They dont really know whats coming."

"Thats the idea Khar."A dark figure said.

"Ah Dark Lord Kutulu. I was begining to wonder where you had wondered off to. Hows the rest of the legion holding up?"

"Well enough considering. I dont think they are used to setting ships on fire."

"Heh. Told you I would've done it faster."

"True. But none-the-less I had the newer foder do it for obvious reasons. By the way what are you gona use if your not using Leth?"

"While on horseback a flail of shulls," Khar brandish's a black flail with spiked skulls at the tips", and if im forced to go afoot...these little puppies." He puts the flail back and draws a Hellfire Sword and a Frost Blade.

"Hmm...interesting choice of weapons but its your life on the line. Oh and no leading anyones people into the chaos realm." Kutulu said as he waged his finger at Khar.

"Hahaha, well I wont promise anything."

"I'm serrious Khar no sacrificing our own, that Noirs job."

"Well I guess i could try not to...but if any of the new ones get in my way they have already signed their death warrant."

"Fair enough. Good hunting Khar."Kutulu melted back into the shadows.

"I hate it when he does that."

"I heard that,"Kutulu yelled from the darkness.

"Oops."Indeed.
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"Juras what are the Empire troops doing now?"Khar asked his next in command. He was studying the map before him.

"Well the marauder riders have spotted a large force moving towards the harbor. But they didnt see any recognizable standards."Juras reported. His hammer hung on his back, a reminder of his past. Both Juras and Khar were, at one point, wolf brothers of Ulric. Juras kept the hammer since his turning. Khar ultimately took him in and used his martial prowess as a weapon in its self.

"Hmm... thats odd. Kutulu said that the harbor would draw attention but not that much. And they garrison in the city?"

"They seem to be on high alert. They have been sending more patrols out and farther. It wont be long before they spot the camp."

"Hmm we need complete surprise if the ambush on the city is to go as planned. Damnit!"

The flap to the tent was pushed aside and a wounded marauder stumbled in," they saw us as we were returning to camp to report a large number of troops coming this way. I think someone has sold us out." And with that he passed out.

"Juras.."

"I know, I'll get everyone ready."

"No tell the main camp to attack the city now while we take care of these Empire fodder." Juras nodded and exited the tent taking the unconcous marauder with him. Khar moved to the back and began straping weapons to himself. "Oi boy!"Khar yellled. A young slave ran in." Get my horse saddled and ready now and if you do it fast enough you might get some food tonight." The boy went bareling out. He hadnt eaten anything worth eating in days.Leth.

Hmm? What now?

I need you to help me detirmine where to stop these fools.

Hmm...as they are coming up the hill imbewteen the cliffs. Mow them down with calvalry and finish them off on foot.

"That will work fine."

So do I get fed tonight?

"Not till I know Eldril isnt around."

Oh your no fun.

"Your point?"

Grr nevermind.

"Good now to the field of battle."

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"Sir? Shouldn't we have found the damn chaos camp by now?" A worried soldier asked his captain.

"Humph. Of course it would be you who asks the dumb question Milroy. But yes we should've found it by now."The captain reached up and stroked the lone feather on his hat."Nonetheless the comander told us to find them and I don't feal like failing him."

"True enough. Should we send out more scouts? Maybe we can-ach!"Milroy falls to the ground with an axe sticking out of his head.

"What the hell? To arms! To arms!"Empire soldiers armed themselves all throughout the gulch.

"TIME TO DIE EMPIRE FOOLS!!!"a dark voice filed them gulch. That alone made some men flee. Then the sound of hooves pounding towards them scared even more men and being the cowards they were they fled."NONE SHALL ESCAPE MY WRATH!"The captian looks to the top of the gulch and watches as mounted chaos warriors form up on a dark firgure on a daemonic steed.The figure points at the captian,"That ones mine anybody else touches him I'll kill them as well." Then the figure lifts up his flail then lowers it."Kill them."

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Khar simply waded into the throng of human flesh and steel. A soldier came at him from the left with an axe. As the axe came across Khar took a step back causing the human to lose balance. As the man passed in front of Khar he brought his knee into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. As the man strugled for breath Khar wrapped his flail around his head and pulled, seperating head from shoulder. tossing the head over his shoulder Khar continues to walk through the battle lashing out randomly with flail and axe.
Another human rushed him just to be back handed away. Khar stops for for a moment and looks for his prey. the screams of dieng men and horses filled the air. The smell of blood was thick, and Khar could barely smell his prey because of it. Leth, can you tell where he is?
No he has an enchantment on him, I can hear his heart though.
Khar whistled for his horse, which instaantly responded knocking over anyone in its way. Khar mounted and headed out of the battle to get a better perspective.

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As Khar came to the edge of the cliff he glanced out to the city. Kutulus men where still a mile from assaulting the city, and yet it looked like it was already burning. Leth have any ideas on that one?

Hmm... maybe Kutulu let Sordin lose on them.

Well that would make sense. Not back to the problem at hand.Khar looked down at the battle below him. Thousands of combatants moved in a continual dance of death. He scaned the throng for his target, looking for the obvious plumage of an Empire officer. Khar finaly spotted him towards the front. The only obstical was two full greatsword regiments.Hmm this will be too easy.

Khar dismounted and walked aways from the cliff, turned back around and ran towards it. Leaping off the cliff with enough momentim to land him dead center of one of the regiments."So who wants to play?"He asked as he dropped his flail and axe, and drew his Hellfire Sword and Frost Blade. The greatswords didnt even hesitate and brought there namesakes down in perfect unison. Khar had to leap into the air to avoid becoming mincemeat.So they are well trained, this may yet be a challenge. As he came back down he found them swinging up at him.Oh this is gona hurt.

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After the battle,

Juras walked through the death and destruction admiring Khars swath of carnage. Durring the attack on the city he felt something pull him towards the cliffs. He had taken thirty men and rode as swiftly as the horses could. Now  not a single survivor was to be seen. Every body Juras had seen was pale and even those who had been under Khars command seemed to be pale. Juras finally found the broken body  of his lord and, daresay, friend. Three hundred arrows were imbeded in his armor, though Juras knew that was not what brought Khar down. It was the twenty-six greatswords that had been shoved through his torso. As he turned to see if Khar had killed his target a movment caught his attention. He turned towards the movment to see Khars slave cutting the head off Khars dead target. "What are you doing boy?"

"Doing as Master Qhayshek would have wanted me to do. REtrieve the head and make it into a trophy for him."

"Very well carry on." Juras turned to the men he brought."Remove the greatswords from his body and take his body back to the camp. And would somone find his horse."As the warriors moved to do as they were told, Juras bagen to search for Khars weapons. He knew that Khar would want them back.He found leth lying on the ground next to Khar, scabbard shattered. The flail was wrapped around the sergeant of one of the reatsword regiments. The axe imbedded in a halbadiers head. The hellfire sword and frost blade were both sticking out of the officer.'Well Leth time for Khar to be brought back again eh?"

Indeed.

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ahhh....good to see this story continue again!

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