A6 is just starting, and as I am playing a vampire character, and the search for vampire stuff brought me back to this forum, I though I might as well share my humble fluff with you guys. Any form of C&C are much appreciated! (especially critics, as I want to improve my writing)
Before I start my story, I guess some back info are in order about the animosity-verse. I will not go in the full detail of the entire story, as it will be both too long, and, I'm afraid, a bit to biased on my own view as a player. This is the best source of it, and don't hesitate to try it out yourselves. We don't bite
What is important to know for this to make sense, particularly as this progresses is this: A5 had a great twist, with the campaign ending with the summoning of a fifth Chaos god, Malal. He is not the same as what the old canon tells you, if you remember him, or go googling for him. He is the devourer, and feeds on everything he can come onto, that includes the other chaos gods and himself. So, you can see, there was a reason the others shut him out. But now he is back, and he is combating the other four. As a result of this fight, the waste is retreating, the winds of magic more unstable, less capable to support daemons.
This is the stage for A6. The waste has retreated, and everyone wants a piece of it for themselves. Be this the dwarfs of the Royal Expeditionary Force, a Sigmar Crusade, Kislev, Skaven, O&G, and of course chaos itself, trying to win back what they have lost.
The Bretonnian Knight
His body lay there broken, his life-force slowly fading away, and in his last moments, he ran the last few days over and over in his mind, trying to find when it all went so horribly wrong, yet the answer eluded him.
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We had been so careful, speaking about it to none, and making perfectly sure we were alone when we did. Yes, some of our questions and all the poking around in their goods had made them suspicious about us, but how had they managed to stop us right before we could act?
After they had made camp this night we had said our goodbyes, my squire left to warn everybody nearby of the presents of the vampires in case I failed in my quest. I was to confront them the next day, when the sun was at its highest, and they at their weakest. I might be a proud knight, but no fool, yet here I am, broken in the dark.
I woke that night to find one of the vampires crouching right in front of me, an evil smile on his face. I had reached for my sword, more in reflex than anything else, but it was gone. He had laughed then, holding my sword just outside my reached, mocking me. I had tried to rise, but he easily pushed me down again, shaking his head slightly. Then he gave my sword to someone behind him. A man with red glowing eyes. No, not a man, a weight. Two more approached from behind me, rising me up and holding me tight. I tried to resist, but it was to no avail. They were too strong, and I was soon rewarded by an armoured fist to the back of my head, making my eyesight go blurry for a moment.
The vampire advanced towards me then, giving me a mooching grin, revealing his two sharp fangs. ‘Ah, some fresh human blood will surely be enough payback for all the worrying you have put me through, don’t you think?’. He whispered as he placed one hand on my shoulder, and another on the side of my head, forcing it to one side, exposing my bare neck to the moonlight. I struggled then, again, the fear creeping all over me, almost making my hysterical. But his hands would not move, and all I got back was a low chuckle from him, and another fist to the back of my head.
I was sure I was going to die there and then, my blood being sucked out of me by the vampire, but no. ‘What is the meaning of this?’ The voice was soft, with a dangerous edge to it. As the person spoke, the vampire froze for a split second, before turning to face the newcomer.
‘You know very well what is going on my Lord. He knows who, and what we are. If we let him live he will only cause us a great deal of trouble.’
He shrugged: ‘I am well aware of that Andrew, and you know very well that that was not what I was asking. What made you think you needed, or even could go behind my back?’ Andrew released me then, taking a step back.
‘Because you were doing nothing, it were almost as if you were waiting for him to challenge you or something stupid like that, and that could have ended badly’
‘Have I ever given you reason to doubt my abilities? Ever?’ I thought I had been scared before, but the tone of his voice froze me to the core. Even Andrew took a step back. ‘No my Lord, never my Lord’.
‘Were that what you were thinking? To confront me, to fight me, and to kill me?’ He looked me right into my eyes. I forced myself to nod. ‘When had you planned for this to happen?’
‘Tomorrow, at midday’
He looked at me for a moment, as if he were thinking. ‘You’re not as stupid as one might first think then. Very well. You will get your fight, but not at the time you wanted. Find me as soon as you are ready,’ as he finished speaking he turned to walk away, and the strong arms holding me released me, sending me crashing down, to numb to move. ‘I am sure you wouldn’t even think about it, but I will say it anyway. Don’t be a fool and try to run. You will not make it far, and I will not stop Andrew a second time...’
Too soon I was dressed for battle, and I was desperately trying to calm my fears, and after a long prayer to the Lady my nerves was under control. Mostly. It was then that my thoughts started to centre around my squire. Had they taken him as well? Were all hope lost if I perished here? Or had he gotten away. If he had, would people believe him?
I didn’t get much time to think over it. As soon as I was done, he found me. He was clad in full plate armour, with a roaring dragon on his chest. In his right hand he held a longsword which pulsed with a blue light. In his left he held a shield with the same dragon over a white and dark green chess-pattern.
The fight didn’t last for long. I can call myself a very good swordsman myself without boasting, but I was not even close to him. As good as none blows passed his defence. Those who did scratched light against his armour, not even leaving a mark. And thus, I ended up where I am now, broken, his sword at my throat. He asked me a question, but I did not hear. He looked at me for a moment, and then he repeated it. ‘Do you yield?’ I tried to reply, but my voice failed me. All I could do was to look at him helplessly. He sighted. ‘Very well. Blink once for yes, twice fast for no,’ I blinked, fast, several times. He snorted and shook his head ‘Fool...’. Then he left me.
So, here I am, broken and helpless, waiting only for death to claim me, hoping that my squire got away, and my death avenged.
‘You might think you did the right thing, trying to kill me. You even had a safety in place, by sending your squire away to warn everyone else. Oh, don’t be a fool. You think he could leave without my knowing? He is a sly bastard though, I’ll give him that. My scouts failed to take him down before he made it to the town to the west of here. You fools. I had no intention to harm anyone on my way, particularly any villages or towns, but now you have forced my hand. I hope you are proud of what you have done my dear knight. Thousands more will die because of you. Just because you could not keep to yourself.’
Strangely, I found myself able to speak, even though my voice was weak, barely above a whisper: ‘You monster’ To that he only laughed.
‘Yes, I guess I am’
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Cheers, Lord Aldrek
Before I start my story, I guess some back info are in order about the animosity-verse. I will not go in the full detail of the entire story, as it will be both too long, and, I'm afraid, a bit to biased on my own view as a player. This is the best source of it, and don't hesitate to try it out yourselves. We don't bite
What is important to know for this to make sense, particularly as this progresses is this: A5 had a great twist, with the campaign ending with the summoning of a fifth Chaos god, Malal. He is not the same as what the old canon tells you, if you remember him, or go googling for him. He is the devourer, and feeds on everything he can come onto, that includes the other chaos gods and himself. So, you can see, there was a reason the others shut him out. But now he is back, and he is combating the other four. As a result of this fight, the waste is retreating, the winds of magic more unstable, less capable to support daemons.
This is the stage for A6. The waste has retreated, and everyone wants a piece of it for themselves. Be this the dwarfs of the Royal Expeditionary Force, a Sigmar Crusade, Kislev, Skaven, O&G, and of course chaos itself, trying to win back what they have lost.
The Bretonnian Knight
His body lay there broken, his life-force slowly fading away, and in his last moments, he ran the last few days over and over in his mind, trying to find when it all went so horribly wrong, yet the answer eluded him.
__________
We had been so careful, speaking about it to none, and making perfectly sure we were alone when we did. Yes, some of our questions and all the poking around in their goods had made them suspicious about us, but how had they managed to stop us right before we could act?
After they had made camp this night we had said our goodbyes, my squire left to warn everybody nearby of the presents of the vampires in case I failed in my quest. I was to confront them the next day, when the sun was at its highest, and they at their weakest. I might be a proud knight, but no fool, yet here I am, broken in the dark.
I woke that night to find one of the vampires crouching right in front of me, an evil smile on his face. I had reached for my sword, more in reflex than anything else, but it was gone. He had laughed then, holding my sword just outside my reached, mocking me. I had tried to rise, but he easily pushed me down again, shaking his head slightly. Then he gave my sword to someone behind him. A man with red glowing eyes. No, not a man, a weight. Two more approached from behind me, rising me up and holding me tight. I tried to resist, but it was to no avail. They were too strong, and I was soon rewarded by an armoured fist to the back of my head, making my eyesight go blurry for a moment.
The vampire advanced towards me then, giving me a mooching grin, revealing his two sharp fangs. ‘Ah, some fresh human blood will surely be enough payback for all the worrying you have put me through, don’t you think?’. He whispered as he placed one hand on my shoulder, and another on the side of my head, forcing it to one side, exposing my bare neck to the moonlight. I struggled then, again, the fear creeping all over me, almost making my hysterical. But his hands would not move, and all I got back was a low chuckle from him, and another fist to the back of my head.
I was sure I was going to die there and then, my blood being sucked out of me by the vampire, but no. ‘What is the meaning of this?’ The voice was soft, with a dangerous edge to it. As the person spoke, the vampire froze for a split second, before turning to face the newcomer.
‘You know very well what is going on my Lord. He knows who, and what we are. If we let him live he will only cause us a great deal of trouble.’
He shrugged: ‘I am well aware of that Andrew, and you know very well that that was not what I was asking. What made you think you needed, or even could go behind my back?’ Andrew released me then, taking a step back.
‘Because you were doing nothing, it were almost as if you were waiting for him to challenge you or something stupid like that, and that could have ended badly’
‘Have I ever given you reason to doubt my abilities? Ever?’ I thought I had been scared before, but the tone of his voice froze me to the core. Even Andrew took a step back. ‘No my Lord, never my Lord’.
‘Were that what you were thinking? To confront me, to fight me, and to kill me?’ He looked me right into my eyes. I forced myself to nod. ‘When had you planned for this to happen?’
‘Tomorrow, at midday’
He looked at me for a moment, as if he were thinking. ‘You’re not as stupid as one might first think then. Very well. You will get your fight, but not at the time you wanted. Find me as soon as you are ready,’ as he finished speaking he turned to walk away, and the strong arms holding me released me, sending me crashing down, to numb to move. ‘I am sure you wouldn’t even think about it, but I will say it anyway. Don’t be a fool and try to run. You will not make it far, and I will not stop Andrew a second time...’
Too soon I was dressed for battle, and I was desperately trying to calm my fears, and after a long prayer to the Lady my nerves was under control. Mostly. It was then that my thoughts started to centre around my squire. Had they taken him as well? Were all hope lost if I perished here? Or had he gotten away. If he had, would people believe him?
I didn’t get much time to think over it. As soon as I was done, he found me. He was clad in full plate armour, with a roaring dragon on his chest. In his right hand he held a longsword which pulsed with a blue light. In his left he held a shield with the same dragon over a white and dark green chess-pattern.
The fight didn’t last for long. I can call myself a very good swordsman myself without boasting, but I was not even close to him. As good as none blows passed his defence. Those who did scratched light against his armour, not even leaving a mark. And thus, I ended up where I am now, broken, his sword at my throat. He asked me a question, but I did not hear. He looked at me for a moment, and then he repeated it. ‘Do you yield?’ I tried to reply, but my voice failed me. All I could do was to look at him helplessly. He sighted. ‘Very well. Blink once for yes, twice fast for no,’ I blinked, fast, several times. He snorted and shook his head ‘Fool...’. Then he left me.
So, here I am, broken and helpless, waiting only for death to claim me, hoping that my squire got away, and my death avenged.
‘You might think you did the right thing, trying to kill me. You even had a safety in place, by sending your squire away to warn everyone else. Oh, don’t be a fool. You think he could leave without my knowing? He is a sly bastard though, I’ll give him that. My scouts failed to take him down before he made it to the town to the west of here. You fools. I had no intention to harm anyone on my way, particularly any villages or towns, but now you have forced my hand. I hope you are proud of what you have done my dear knight. Thousands more will die because of you. Just because you could not keep to yourself.’
Strangely, I found myself able to speak, even though my voice was weak, barely above a whisper: ‘You monster’ To that he only laughed.
‘Yes, I guess I am’
___
Cheers, Lord Aldrek
