The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, The Journey.

I stand upon a dark outcropping of stone gazing upon the waters, watching the moonlight play upon the surface of the waves crashing against the rocks. Pondering....My hand idly toys with the platinum locks of the naked slave huddled at my feet, her body attempting to leech any warmth from my closeness in the cold. I shake my head slowly, the chains and piercings of my face jingling softly in the night as my thoughts drift back to a time not so long ago...

I can still feel the cold slab underneath me, still sense the Painbringers glee as he comes closer to my naked flesh with the ritualistic flechettes.. The first sting as the scalpel sharp blades slice cleanly into my flesh.. the sense of well being that comes from the pain washing out all other emotions. A voice comes to me through the red haze. "The time has come, my child, you have been given a mission." My head turns to the source of this voice, watching the ancient dark elf warily, my consciousness barely aware of the Painbringer continuing to ply his trade upon my flesh. "Yes, I am sending you on a journey, you will leave with the Arks heading to battle. However, this mission is a bit different" Slowly a smile spreads upon his face. "Yes, quite different. You see, my young one, you are to leave the ark on a particular endeavor. You are to find someone, find them and offer your services to them. Your contract will be held by a Noblewoman here, yet your services will be plied across the great sea." With this, the old Elf turns and strides quickly out of the room, leaving me to my confusion, and pain....

Slowly, I become aware of the keening of my slave, her fingers wrapped in my cloak, her head thrashing back and forth. I kneel down to hear the whispered mumblings coming from her mouth "Hhhhere, we will.. find....what we seek...."she gasps and slumps against me. My lips curl slightly, my purpose strengthened by the visions of this slip of a girl.

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The battle rages around me, my body reacting unconsciously to the twists and turns of my adversaries, my Halberd arcing to cleave the frail High Elves before me. The battle seems to pause as a horn note blasts through the noise or battle. Both sides seem to pause as the woods around us come to life with the unmistakable sounds of daemon activity.. chittering, jabbering, bloodthirsty shouts and screams. It seems our battle has drawn the notice of a wandering chaos band. I disengage quickly from my latest opponent, retreating behind a cadre of Witch elves who have thrown themselves mercilessly onto the High elves during the distraction. Quickly the battle is resumed, while the Guard forms up into ranks, watching the screaming horde funneling out of the woods. The chaos band crashes into the read of the high elven line, wreaking havoc upon the already thinned ranks. All to quickly the battle is over, with the overmatched High Elves quickly falling between our two forces.

Warily our two bands watch each other, the apparent leader of the warband stepping forward to issue what sounds like a question in the guttural tongue of the northmen. Slowly I begin to edge towards the wooded area, intent upon the shadows lurking there still. Realizing that our battles may not be over quite yet. After some heated debate, it appears that our commander and the leader of the warband have come to an agreement about the dividing of spoils and we begin to loot the bodies of the fallen elves. Slowly, with my Halberd held across my crossed arms, I walk to the Chaos band, looking for their leader. Easily distinguished by his overly ornate armor. "Greetings shifting one. I bring a missive from my Dark Lady to your host. I seek one of your kind, perhaps we could be of mutual benefit."

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I smile as I look upon the stone edifice in front of me, my eyes taking in the detail as I sense the eyes upon me. I place my halberd in the crook of my arms, bowing slightly towards the structure, my hands placed fist to palm. "Greetings be to you denizens of the wastes, I seek audience with the Dark Lord Kutulu. I seek no troubles with you but to deliver a missive from my Dark Lady", with that said, I sense motion behind me, and am not suprised when two hulking figures lumber up to me. One motions me to follow him, the other follows menacingly behind me as we enter the keep. My eyes take in every detail that it can as I am taken into the main building and led down a dark winding stairway. My "hosts" leave me unattended in a large room, dominated by an ornate table with many chairs. I stand loosely at attention, waiting on what will come.......