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The saga of Drokki Hirndour (Part 3)


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#21 Magni Flamebeard

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 11:45 AM

Balik may not be dead, but the important thing is that the Skaven assassin is dead!
And would a Skaven have cartilage?

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 11:46 AM

Glad to see my fellow fluffateers (I'd like to copywrite that word!) liked it! I'm looking foward to some more of your works being posted up.

"All for one and one for all" grin.png

*The three fluffateers cross axes in salute*

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 11:48 AM

Ohhh your right Grimgar, he may not be dead... Given it away a bit now havent I?[](*,)

#24 Rik Riorik

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 11:51 AM

QUOTE(Orcslicer)
*The three fluffateers cross axes in salute*


Rik casually notes that [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] is not included amongst the three (as that would mean they would have to be four), but vows to put them all to shame with his future developments of the pieces [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56]'s currently got in the Chronicles and Preacher's Corner section.

#25 Magni Flamebeard

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 11:52 AM

Looking forward to seeing your "ultra-fluff" Rik.

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 11:53 AM

Whoops sorry Rik, should've included you. The FOUR fluffateers... Anyone else i've overlooked?

And good luck with your writing, i look foward to it..

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 11:53 AM

That is indeed a great word. grin.png Im guessing the three fluffateers are Grimgar, you and I then? laugh.gif

Grimgar - skaven have bones and cartilage is needed with them. Its pretty essential really. So i'd say yes they would have. It must have felt satisfying to throttle that skaven assassin.
If you'd read my latest instalement of my saga, you'd know Durgrim has fallen fowl of the skaven poison too.
Lets hope Balik is alive. smile.gif

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 11:56 AM

The fluffateers are much tougher than those poncy Empire sworsmen they call 'muskateers'!
And Rik, I guess you will be number 4 if you prove yourself, which I'm guessing you will!

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 12:06 PM

Well his first piece was certainly good. And what sane dawi would not wish to hear the tale of woe, that is the fall of Karak Eight Peaks, A mighty blow to the dwarven race and one that may one day be avenged. But for now it serves as a tale to keep the fires of vengence burning strong in our dwarven hearts.

If [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56]'d just get round to writing part two......... laugh.gif

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 12:29 PM

I've got a lot of stuff to do in school up until monday. If I can get past that relatively unscathed I'll have it up by either Wednesday or perhaps even Tuesday.

*here's hoping that the proving is in the writing wink.gif *

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Posted 08 March 2005 - 02:07 PM

Well [warhammertag132]WE[/warhammertag132] all can hope Rik.
Maybe [warhammertag132]WE[/warhammertag132]'ll go through it with a fine toothed beard comb. tongue.gif
I personaly love the hold of Karak Eight Peaks.

You started it off really well. Very unique style and i'm looking forward to reading more. grin.png

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Posted 09 March 2005 - 01:00 AM

QUOTE(Orcslicer)
As Boki slipped off into the shadows with surprising stealth for one of his stature and age,

Orcslicer I didn't know that you cared, and i have stature, and age

QUOTE(Orcslicer)
At that precise moment Boki returned, sidling back into the room as quietly as [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] left.

Quietly? Sliding? Are you comparing [warhammertag83]ME[/warhammertag83] to a skaven there? cauz if you are I might just have something to say about that (not quite shure what to say at this moment grin.png)


P.S. you might just want to change the spelling of sidling to sliding grin.png

#33 Orcslicer

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Posted 09 March 2005 - 02:06 PM

No sidling is a real word - it means sort of edging in, its not a spelling mistake. Oh and I hope theres no copyright infringement on your names usage - i didn't nick it off you, i found it in some old dwarfish texts. Still [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56]'s dead now anyway *sigh*

Thanks for the intrest though! (And no i wasn't implying skavenlike features to bokis characteristics)

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Posted 09 March 2005 - 02:20 PM

hi, where is the rest of this story I cant find it?

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Posted 09 March 2005 - 02:25 PM

Not posted yet, the next bits under construction. Due in about two weeks maybe....

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Posted 09 March 2005 - 02:40 PM

ok I shall wait with eyes drooling..... mmmm [warhammertag100]OK[/warhammertag100] i think it only works for mouths.....

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Posted 09 March 2005 - 06:44 PM

I can't wait for the next installment of these series. Good work! grin.png

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Posted 21 March 2005 - 06:20 AM

At last, I've found your work. It is marvelous. I think I learned a couple things from your style. I hope my future works will come closer to your quality.

When's the next installment due?

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Posted 21 March 2005 - 03:42 PM

Right now daft as it happens :shock: ! Enjoy all:

Balik stirred on the floor. Groaning heavily [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] shifted his position slightly, rolling onto his side. The pain in his side had not gone, and as [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] attempted to stand it felt like his side were being burned by a furnace. Stumbling to his feet [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] half-heartedly opened his eyes, squinting around the shrine. Seemingly [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] had not blacked-out for long - on the staircase the last of the vermin were being righteously purged by the clansmen and longbeards, attempting to escape through the tunnel they were desperately digging. Balik shuffled towards them heavily, kicking the dead assassin as [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] passed him. When [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] reached the stairs the skaven were no more, his mind still hazy. Espying Barin [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] called out to him “What’re our numbers Barin?” Turning round, Barin replied “Quite high Boki, we only lost about a score of dwarves. The enemy suffered far more dearly, I estimate about two hundred dead skaven.” Boki looked at the shrine from the vantage of the stairs, stunned by the carpet of dead skaven that covered almost the entire shrine. Smiling bleakly at Barin [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] replied: “Yon skaven paid a great price for crossing the threshold of our ancestors.” As [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] spoke [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] looked in awe at the statue of Grimnir, the very embodiment of the dwarf race. The warrior-god seemed almost lifelike in the shadowed torch lit chamber, his stone set eyes glittering in the darkness. The monument strengthened Boki’s will, and within moments the tiredness in his limbs and the pain in his side forgotten as [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] led the remaining dwarves on inclination up the excavated tunnel the skaven had dug.

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Above ground, the battle looked strongly in favour of the skaven. The entrance to the great forge was still held secure, but now dwarven numbers were low, and at some points was only three deep. Drokki had kept his hammerers as reserves, but it looked like they would have to commit before the line broke. Over a thousand dead skaven lay scattered across the field of battle, but two times this number were still alive attacking a dwindling number of dwarves.

Drokki looked pale, there was no hope that reinforcements would arrive from other holds or that Balik’s hundred dwarves would have escaped the vastly outnumbering skaven. He itched to use the horn of his ancestors, to save the few dwarfs left, he felt reassured by its weight in his hand. It literally pulsed with runic power, acting as a magnet to the winds of magic. Vungar had warned him against using the horn, and being a dwarf of fifty years his superior his council would indeed be wise. Drokki resolutely turned his attention to the skaven attack, gauging the remaining skaven’s approach to breaking the dwarf line.

The skaven had run out of specialist troops, and the remaining thousands were entirely made up of clanrats and slaves. These were pressuring the dwarven line in a continuous mass, wearing down the line of dwarves. Near the front line the grey seer had joined the attack, duelling with Vungar for magical supremacy. Drokki grasped at his last hope of breaking the skaven without risking the use of the horn. “Grogar, brothers, it is time to commit ourselves to the front line. I will attempt to challenge the skaven leader to an honourable death. I ask you only for the time to do so. Are you with [warhammertag83]ME[/warhammertag83]?” Grogar bowed his head with respect, answering: “We are with you High king. It is our vow and honour to serve and protect you, no matter the odds.” Drokki beamed with pride at the stout heartedness of his hammers. Raising his axe [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] bellowed “DRENG UNBARAKI!” and dashed to join the failing front line.

Drokki smashed into the stormvermin protecting the seer, with staggering speed [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] swung his runeaxe backward and forth sending a whole dozen spinning to the ground. Like a being possessed [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] battered and hacked into the stormvermin unit, overcome with bloodlust and seeing only the grey seer. Dozens of stormvermin crashed to the ground grievously wounded or slain, the rest quailed from the runic blade. The closest skaven lost their feral brutality and attempted to flee, but the massed ranks of clanrats and other stormvermin pressed them forwards, driving them into the killing range of the dwarven king. Their numbers were endless but still Drokki forged his way forward, oblivious to the fact [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] was now drawn away from his bodyguard and surrounded on all sides by innumerable skaven.

Arquel began to panic. “Forward-forward” he screeched at his stormvermin. “Face the dwarf-thing. Kill-kill.” His stormvermin pressed forwards, but were just as soon cut down by the maelstrom that was the dwarf king swinging his blade. The king was now only several metres away and still pressing forwards. Arquel began to scrabble away from him, pushing through the ranks of skaven towards the deserted mine workings where the dwarf things had attempted an ambush earlier that morning. He let himself smile as [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] ran, a devious plan forming in his mind.

He reached the mine in under a minute, quickly crawling up the dusty embankment and rocky outcrops that surrounded it. Standing at the feet of the discarded corpse of an old dwarf, a throwing star imbedded in his chest, he turned and watched his pursuer’s progress. The king was moving surprisingly fast through the skaven ranks, many skaven jumping out of his path, and others that stood against him were quickly dispatched. Quickly [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] turned and ran into the mineshaft, chuckling to himself as [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] perfected the trap for his enemy…

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Balik led his column of dishevelled band of warriors through a narrow fissure in the rocks. The going was slow, the rocks were jagged and the crack was growing narrower. He kept his mind focused on the distant past, trying to map out how this fault line joined up with the upper mine network. His concentration was broken momentarily as [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] snagged his cloak against a razor wrought rock, ripping a gash through the tough mountain wool with an ominous ripping. “Bokad!” swore Balik stumbling forward. A sudden gust of wind wound down the tunnel, icy cold and discomforting. However it made Balik smile “Come on ye dozy bunch of beardlin’s, we’re almost at the surface! Feel that bracing mountain air? Ain’t nothin’ like it!” And with that [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] began to squeeze his way through to the end of the fissure.

Arquel padded down the tunnel silently, looking searching uneasily for Liskit’s night runners. He reached a sort of underground crossroads, with several entrances on all sides. The tunnels were eerily quiet, no movement anywhere, and torch brackets hanging rusted and empty on the walls. Glancing back fearfully over his shoulder in fear of the pursuing dwarf-thing, he glanced round for a place to hide. His cunning ambush had been ruined by the stupidity of Liskit, who had probably got lost somewhere in the underground catacombs. Seeing a fissure in the rocks [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] scuttled quickly inside the entrance, colliding headfirst with a burly dwarf who was trying to force his way out. Arquel, the lighter of the two fell backwards, collapsing to the floor clutching his broken snout in pain.

Momentarily dazed, the dwarf quickly recovered and swiftly drew his axe. Arquel rolled away, splattering blood on the dust strewn floor as [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] quickly clawed to his feet. He surveyed his enemy closely, taking in his wounded side, dishevelled appearance. The dwarf advanced, menacing Arquel with his weapon. Arquel raised his clawed hand in the air, tracing a searing emblem in the air. When the dwarf was within two paces of striking distance green lightning coursed from the seer’s outstretched arm and engulfed him. The dwarf screamed with pain but kept charging, beard smouldering and skin blistering. He slammed his axe towards Arquel’s head, who dived to the side fractions of a second to late. The axe cleanly amputated his tail, and Arquel sprawled on the floor whimpering. He began scrabbling away as fast as [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] could from the crazed dwarf, leaving a trail of blood on the cavern floor. Pulling himself to his feet tenderly, he chanced a glance back. Next to his tail, the dwarf was down on one knee, face screwed up in pain. Through the fissure various dwarfs were emerging rapidly, running to their injured leader. Instinct told Arquel to run, and [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] immediately began to hobble down the nearest passageway to escape the vengeful dwarfs. Within moments the darkness engulfed him as [warhammertag56]HE[/warhammertag56] stumbled down into the depths of the mountains.


Pain engulfed Balik’s entire body. Every nerve scorched and smouldering. His eyes remained open as the cavern slid in and out of focus. A silhouette blocked his view of the room, its arm outstretched and reaching towards him. Balik murmured incoherently through his blistered lips. “Don’t move Balik, let [warhammertag83]ME[/warhammertag83] do what I can for you” spoke the shadow. A goatskin bottle was pressed against his lips and a warm draught of ale wound its way through Balik’s system. He immediately felt better, the room sliding into focus quickly, and the pain in his body subsiding to a numbing pain.

Standing over him was Harin, a wizened healer of almost 300 years. He placed a stopper back in the bottle and placed it in his pouch. He gave Balik a toothless grin, remarking “nothing like a spot of the finest ale to get you back on your feet. Remember that lad, it can cure the incurable so my dad allus said.” Balik forced himself to his feet, wheezing heavily. The band of dwarfs were all watching him respectfully. “Where did yon vermin go?” croaked Balik, his voice cracking slightly. A moments silence followed, until a younger dwarf replied “Down into the pits sir, and its bleeding pretty heavy if you don’t mind [warhammertag83]ME[/warhammertag83] sayin’ so.” Balik sniffed contemptuously, “That’un won’t be troubling [warhammertag127]US[/warhammertag127] again, the pits are a labyrinth of rocks that go on for leagues underground. I’m sure king Drokki would appreciate our help so I say [warhammertag132]WE[/warhammertag132] march to the surface!” A general ascendance rose from the surrounding mass of dwarfs, as they began the short climb to the surface. Turning to Barin, Balik muttered “I'm getting too old for this friend, that’s twice in one day I should by rights be dead-” “Grungi is watching over you Balik. No harm will come to you while you are a protector of our sacred hold.” Interjected Barin earnestly. Balik sighed “aye, I suppose your right friend. I just hope I don’t have t’ die any more times today, it plays havoc with ye digestion!”

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Posted 22 March 2005 - 05:47 AM

Behold, the slasher of greenskins has inked another great chapter.

Seriously, I'm not going to choose a favorite author here at the brewery, but you have to be one of the [warhammertag125]ToP[/warhammertag125] two or three as far as talent is concerned.

Thanks for taking the time to share your talents with [warhammertag127]US[/warhammertag127].




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