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Alessio jumped high and grapsed the branch, pulling himself into the tree just as several poison darts flew through the air where he had occupied not more than a second before. It seemed the locals didnt like him straying to close to the temples. He ducked low as another dart shot over his head, and looked down to see several humanoid shapes darting in and out of the bushes, taking turns to shoot at him with blowpipes. Skinks, he thought, a frown crossing his face. Hard to track for humans, blending in as well as they did, but for a Skaven, especially one such as himself, they were just another form of prey.
With a huge jump, he jumped from his tree into another, then, almost without stopping, moved to a third, then a forth, then a fifth, weaving a web of complex agility around the Skinks. After a while, they started to get confused, shooting at him as he moved the other direction, pausing, and trying to track him, and occasionally, missing him by several meters.
Knowing that these were the best odd he was going to get, he jumped from the tree onto the nearest Skink, his blade slashing out as he flew through the air. The creatures panicked cries came to late, as his blade carved straight through its neck, sending a splatter of blood arcing high in the air, and knocking the head off to one side. He moved in the opposite direction of the head, and the Skinks turned round, their gaze on the blood, and the head as it flew, missing the Skaven completely. With a cruel grin, one of his blade whipped from his hand, burying itself up to the hilt in a Skinks chest, before his claw cut another in half, from shoulder to hip, letting the body slump down on the floor on half, limbs still twitching as the lizard died.
The surviving Skinks realised to late, that they were fighting a losing battle, and tried to retreat to the temple, running as fast as their legs could carry them through the forest. Alessio stabbed them in the back as they ran, cut their legs out from underneath them, and darted in and out, picking one off with every attack, a half seen shadow in the forest.
After a while, there was only one Skink left, the other dozen of his fellow dead on the ground, their fowl blood seeping into the earth. It ran quickly, but not as fast as Alessio claw moved, as it stabbed deep into the Skinks back, and ended up protruding from its chest. For a moment, its body stiffened, then it died, and slumped forwards onto the floor, as Alessio pulled backwards, sheathing his claw.
He went back to the corpses, and picked up his knife, only now noticing the poison dart, neatly stuck in his cloak. That was to close, he thought as he pulled it out, and threw it aside, caring not for the venom on its point. He took one last glance around, then continued his trek into the forest, sighing as he realised he had barely covered a quarter of the distance to his destination.
This was going to take a long time...

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"Sotek temple, feathery old one temple or a human colony," Thesbe pondered as her vessel drew close to the coast. "Ooo, lets start with some humans, they scream well" she decided.

Running up to the deck and informing the captain of their course, she ordered some retainers to get the troops ready, giving poor Sainar the job of trying to tell the witch elves, while explaining to them they weren't there yet.

As the huge beast carrying the floating fortress beached itself Thesbe swung down to the beach, due to the dangers of lustrian swamps she wore plate boots and gauntlets, with a thick tunic over the rest of her body. Loading her crossbow she fired one shot in the air, signaling the druchii host to attack the small human settlement.

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Like Mass Effect and roleplaying then why not join the SSV Britannia crew, one big roleplay ,join the crew of an alliance ship, many places open for pilots, marines, civilian staff and more, we badly need members. By the way it's all on the same ship so don't worry that you wont see many people

(I'm not quite sure if a chaos god is capable of what happens in this post, if you disagree with it, I'll edit it.)

Bjorn had throughly searched the large, beached ship and had found absolutely nothing of interest except more corpses of the murdered men. He sat on the tilted top deck of the ship, staring out at the sea despairingly. Damned Lustria! He had found no direction from the very god who directed him here in the first place! It frustrated him to no end, as well as puzzled him. Was he to simply live here for the rest of his days? Was Tzeentch exiling him from his own people for some mistake he had made in his travels? He had no answer for it, except for the newly redoubled determination to please the Changer of Ways. If it was exile, perhaps Tzeentch would let him return home. If it wasn't.. there was still nothing wrong with pleasing his patron deity. He chuckled to himself as he got to his feet, the wood of the deck creaking beneath him. Then, it creaked some more. The creaking didn't stop as he looked down at the floor beneath him and held completely still. Then, there were footsteps. There were dozens of footsteps actually, Bjorn teh Dreadful quickly decided. Then came unnatural moaning, that of spirits, the dead, and the wind in the chaos wastes. Bjorn looked to his right, to the hatch leading below deck. It had suddenly burst open and what he had recently come to believe were corpses crawled from it. They were covered infected wounds and bruised skin. Their eyes and teeth were yellow, and their hair fell out slowly. What was most prominent though was a familiar symbol branded on their skulls. It was the mark of Khorne. The blackened imprint of the blood-god's emblem occasionally flickered red, as if it were burnt wood covered in dying embers.

Bjorn began to laugh as the shambling corpses stumbled towards him. Beneath his helmet he grinned wildly with glee. He had just figured out his purpose, he knew what Tzeentch intended to do with him. He grabbed his two gray-blue axes from his belt and shifted his weight into a better stance. He observed his opposition as they advanced to take him down by sheer numbers. He thought there were at least a dozen. Judinging by their lack of speed and agility none would be able to even harm him in his suit of armor, but if they all attacked him at once, perhaps pulling him to the ground, he'd be dead. He's fought far harder fights, but he did need a warm-up for his adventure in this new land. He cackled at the shambling corpses and bellowed at them, "Khorne, idiot! I will see whatever ambitions you have set forth in this land destroyed! I am Bjorn the Dreadful, Norseman, Chosen of the Changer of Ways!" He roared like a great beast on the attack and charged at the undead servants of Khorne.

ooc: I think thats fine, Khaine had been known to reanimate the dead and he's rather similar to a chaos god , so a major god of chaos should have no problem.

As a bolt of dark magic punched a hole in the palisade wall of the humans Thesbe let out s blood curdling laugh. "These men should give you no trouble," she said to her troops, pointing at the terrified human soldiers massing at the breach, "Take as many as you want, were sort them after" she spoke as she broke into a sprint. Leaping in the air she crashed down ontop of a lightly armoured swordsman, taking off his head, before lunging at a man wielding a large two-handed blade. She fought through the line untill she found herself beside one of the small weeve huts of the humans, ontop of a barrel was a borrle of wine, she took a swig. As the foul taste of por, young wine filled her mouth she spat it out in disgust, right in the eyes of an approaching spearman, temporely blinded he was easy prey for her blades. Deciding now was the time to seek loot she hooked the netgun off her back, ready to make these people slaves of the druchii.

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Like Mass Effect and roleplaying then why not join the SSV Britannia crew, one big roleplay ,join the crew of an alliance ship, many places open for pilots, marines, civilian staff and more, we badly need members. By the way it's all on the same ship so don't worry that you wont see many people

((OOC: Its Khorne, not Khaine. Khaine is an eldar god lol))

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((Khaine is the god of the dark elves, I was using him as an example of a less important god than khorne raising dead))

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Like Mass Effect and roleplaying then why not join the SSV Britannia crew, one big roleplay ,join the crew of an alliance ship, many places open for pilots, marines, civilian staff and more, we badly need members. By the way it's all on the same ship so don't worry that you wont see many people

(I apologise for the late post and the shortness of it, WAR came out and I've been caught up in it for the past week)

Itza-gor move through he jungle alone, a patrol of skinks had gone missing earlier in the day and he was out to investigate as this sort of happening was often the first sign if a raid by the humans or dark elves. Following the path of the skinks was not to difficult, nor were their bodies hard to find when he finally came to them. Thirteen in all, all seeming killed individually by a single foe. Not a raid then but a threat non-the-less. Finding only a few tracks that did not belong to the creatures of the jungle, tracks that any saurus worth their hide would recognise. Skaven.

Now that he knew what to look for more tracks were easier to find, they were still few by comparison to most targets Itza-gor had tracked, this one knew what it was doing, as evidenced by the dead patrol. Moving quickly it wasn't long before the scent of rat was ahead of him, great weapon in hand Itza-gor picked up the pace.

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Cynner Striker Lacuna

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

(Is it good?! :O)

(Better than wow in my opinion, the RvR certainly it good and all the classes I've played fel very well thought out.)

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UNsane: Its more than a condition, Its my state of being.

Cynner Striker Lacuna

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

Edrik was beside himself with joy. Despite his constant gloom at the loss of his money, and the foul weather, the stench of the ogre's indigestion - presumably caused by the giant fish pulled out of the sea - and the constant sensation that something abominably evil was aboard the boat, he was happy at last. Lustria! They were here! He could be rid of his passengers at long last!
Crossing to the sleeping pasengers - except the beggar, who seemed to never rest - he kicked them awake, smartly stepping back as the monstrosities growled and pushed themselves up.
'Lustria, people! Land of hope and gold!' And the highest density of poisonous reptiles anywhere in the Old World. He was glad to be staying aboard the boat. 'Unfortunately, due to the tides, I cannot get in any closer, so you'll have to swim to shore.' This was a lie, but he wasn't going anywhere near the shore himself. 'Up, people! These are treacherous waters and you should swim ashore while you can!'

Beneath the timbers, Kritch woke, his backside numb from cold. At last-last! Lustria! Warpstone! Fame! The chance to stab things!
But before he headed ashore, something needed to be dealt with. The boatlord had been giving him a headache with his pretentious bellowings for the past week, and Kritch didn't like headaches. The manthing must be punished, as soon as these other passengers had left. Petty, he knew, but skaven were good at petty.
Pulling out his favourite dagger, he daubed a corrosive poison onto it, and crept silently towards the deck.

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Click my dragons please?

Anyone interested in a Warhammer RP?