The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, The Island (a crimson thirst RPS story)

Anlarna

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« on: April 26, 2009, 12:35:35 AM »

The storm came, the storm went, in its passing it left two great ships shattered on an island. Their survirors huddled together for comfort, not knowing that just on the other side of the island, their hated enemies survived.

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Anlarna looked at the survivors of the ship and tsked, while she would have prefered more of the crew survived, she would take what she could. Now she sniffed the breeze and sighed, it was rare that she could get a chance to relax but she would take what little time she had for herself.

"Oi der boss ladie...umm...wunt wez need a shulter or sumtin?" A black orc asked, she was about to say 'go ahead' but she learned not to leave orcs to making shelter, though sturdy as it may be she rather not sleep in a fire trap.

"The chosen will make the shelter, Sznotrockit will direct its construction. I need you black orc to take some men and and make a perimiter around our camp, after the perimiter is set up I want you dispatch scouts, see what we have to work with." The black orc mumbled something about stupid pointy ears but he did as was told. Sznotrockit, her personal physician ambled up and swore.

"Dis be da biggest o' da biggest cluster...umm...humps..." Anlarna smiled and patted the shamans head.

"Worry not, our allies know of our course and we will be rescued soon, it is only a matter of time." Sznotrockit went off to observe and Anlarna closed her eyes and for a moment her memories took her back to Sylvania...

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"So Anlarna my pet, what do you make of this painting?" It was summertime in Sylvania, she had just taken refuge with Vlad Von Carstein. She looked upon the portrait of her and smiled, it was charming of him to spend the gold on her.

"It makes me look fat" She frowned, even though it didn't she knew what the count did to those that made her unhappy

Later that evening she had dinner with the count and his closest associates, the painter was given a head start, 1 minute later the hounds were unleashed. From where she sat she could see the hounds tear into the painter, the screams added flavor to the steak she was eating

Vlad streatched out his arms and looked at his friends, then he stood and announced "I must retire to my study, there are some scrolls I must read and I wish to do so before the hour is late..."

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Anlarna was broken out of her memories by the victory cries of the orcs, the scouts were dragging something back to her and she smiled as it got closer. A white lion and his pet were being dragged, bound and gagged, the white lion was bleeding profusly, with a glance Anlarna sent Sznotrockit to heal his wounds.

"Wez 'ound im eatin a froot..." A black orc laughed.

"Orcs, the lion should provide for your dinner...the white lion? He is mine..." The orcs raised their cleavers to the sky, ready to tear the lion to pieces but Anlarna raised a hand stopping them.

"White Lion listen to me, you have two choices...one...i could let your pet die a horrible death, or two you will answer my question truthfully and honestly." The white lion spat blood then looked at the orcs.

"Ask me and I shall answer you truthfully." The orcs looked disapointed...

"Are there more of you on this island?"

"Yes...im a survivor of the boat that was fighting yours, we crashed on the far side of the island and while there are a few of us, we are strong...now please...let my lion go..." Anlarna cackled.

"Stupid high elf...you thought i would spare your lion? Orcs? Kill it and EAT IT!"

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Later on that evening Anlarna sat around with the other dark elf survivors, she spoke of the blood thirst, she spoke of undeath and yet she spoke of renewl. And in that circle she laid out the battle plans for the island...for tomorrow they would attack the order camp.

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So ends part one


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Aladriel

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Re: The Island (a crimson thirst RPS story)

« Reply #1 on: May 02, 2009, 12:36:55 AM »

There never is enough blood.

I do like the part where the lion dies. Excellent!


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Anlarna

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Re: The Island (a crimson thirst RPS story)

« Reply #2 on: May 03, 2009, 06:14:13 PM »

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Anlarna watched with the assembled troops from the shadows, the order camp was set out, the industrial dwarves even had a crude stockade built, either they were cautious or the orcs made to much noise. But regardless, there were a scant dozen of them and the battle anticipation was at its peak.

"Wez gunna kill dem?" An orc whined, she shushed the orc with a glare then turned her attention back to the camp.

"On my mark, orcs charge the right side of the camp, the chosen will attack the left. Sznotrockit I want you to go with the chosen and keep them alive. The rest will wait with me, we will charge when order has engaged." The orcs grumbled.

"Why kant da 'ealer gobbo go wit us?" The orcs grumbled in agreement.

"Are you saying that you boyz need a healer? I thought you were tough..." The orcs grumbled yet again and relented.

"Now...charge."

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Ailen Swordstorm sighed and washed her face, she sent out a silent prayer that they would be resued soon but doubted it...all the same they would make due with what they had. The few dwarves that survived were busy at work reinforcing the stockades, on the ramparts her mate Bolien patrolled with longbow in hand. Her brother had not returned from gathering fruit, nor was his white lion seen.

"I am sure that the survivors of the chaos craft are on this island." She said to no one in particular. A brightwizard walked up to her and patted her on her back.

"Regardless we will stand firm my ally, as long as we are together...there is nothing that can..." He was cut off by the sound of an axe striking something. Ailen looked up in time to see her mate fall from the ramparts, a throwing axe buried in his chest.

"ORCS!!!" Another scout shouted. The ramparts were manned and sure enough a half dozen orcs charged from behind a pile or rocks, lightly armored and lightly armed, they would be an easy victory, and sure enough within the first few minutes three of the orcs were downed, Ailen was about to give out a victory cry when from behind sounds of axes tearing into the ramparts were heard.

"Chaos chosen! Two of them supported by a shaman..." Ailen swore, the attack was coordinated that much was evident. They split their forces to deal with the threats, but something nagged at the back of her mind...the attacks were well to organized...

An explosion ripped apart the ramparts, instead of wood flying all over, it was sucked down into a pit of darkness. As soon as the new attack started it stopped, Ailen held her staff ready for what would come next.

"I would say surrender or die, but seeing on how your deaths are inevitable..." A sorceres stood, behind her a dozen dark elves waited. With a sinking suspicion she knew that things just became more dificult.


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Ghazto

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Re: The Island (a crimson thirst RPS story)

« Reply #3 on: May 03, 2009, 07:41:05 PM »

Oi Oi Oi!! want to here more bout da shammy not da stinky pointy ears!!


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Anlarna

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Re: The Island (a crimson thirst RPS story)

« Reply #4 on: May 04, 2009, 12:21:26 AM »

The shammy will play a big role in the next part, be patient my green skinned friend.


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