Days were long and restless since he left Karak Norn. Life of slayer is lonely life. He fought armies of greenskins, slayed trolls, giants even fought bloodthirster of Khorne and emerged victorious.
Dark mood often overwhelmed him as he recalled glorious dooms avoiding him, as his powerfull runeaxe destroyed even toughest of enemies. Slayer's life is lonely. Though sometimes more are drawn together united by common purpose. Somethin evil stirred in the north, threat of Chaos. Always there at fringes of civilization, slowly gnawing and corrupting innocents, using their own nightmares and wishes to destroy their immortal souls.
They were ten, all powerfull warriors tested in countless battles. They were going to make a difference, they were going to meet glorious Doom! For Karak Norn! And so it was, countless marauders led by small contigent of Chaos knights attacked them in midst of nowhere. They knew where to find them, there was no other explanation. There was nothing to it, Gorgrim squeezed grip of his great axe harder and charged at Exalted champion of chaos leading the knights with warcry as his prayer to Grimnir. Champion fell, his dwarven brethreen cutting down several of knights before they were swarmed by dozens of marauders. They fought well, they died well. Great warriors that slayed giants were killed by mere chaos touched scum.
There were elves Gorgrim saw. And curious bunch they were wild green haired tatooed freak, fur wearing nobleman from Ulthuan and there was also one of Loren guards wearing their concealment cloak. Following them was filthy manling. Pointy ears hesitated when they saw what the dwarves were up against. They fired couple of bolts but that was all.
He didn't hate them for it, he'd run himself if he wasn't a slayer and sought glorious doom. He didn't hate them even though they were pointy eared, beard cutting cowards. Then elves charged rear of the knights, he smirked in his beard as he drank magical potion that would allow him to keep fighting to the end.
Knights fell, Marauders were slaughtered. He could still hear elves screaming with their high pitched musical voices as they chased down fleeing marauders. He was alone his brethren slayed, they redeemed themselves... he was alone. Not for long he hefted his axe, as he prepared to meet charge of marauder regiment that just stumbled upon clearing.
This was his doom. He thought as he cleaved through marauders.
Then he felt his pain pierce his skull as club descended and his world descended into darkness.
Post je objavljen 26.03.2012. u 18:31 sati.