Ashir stood in his tower of the castle, far surpassing the other in both size and grandeur. His hightened senses was aware of everything even if it was just some dust formed or the tiniest insect. Many days have passed, there had been delays... there had been times his servants hadnt returned at all.
This of course made him uneasy, was it time? time to put on his cloak, take up his hammer and load is crossbow?
No... not yet, he could ill afford to show himself this soon.
A few more days he would give his servants who hopefully had good news concerning the nobles which Keisel had connection with... but for now he would wait... just wait.
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A small whisper whistles through the hard rock mountain walk. In the deep of many stairs and long corridors walks an Elf. His skin is white, but the hair pitch-black. He talks in a serious voice, almost dreadful, and as the small sounds of words climb the long way over his dry lips, he walks along a long great stone. What is the Elf doing here? He talks as if he addresses a familiar friend, yet he’s alone in the dimness, and only a white beam lights the big stone in the middle. If one listens closely to his saying, you can hear the dark-grey prose he whisper throughout the whole room:
A messenger moves swiftly through the darkness. Where did he come from, who is he, why does he silently run through every shadow in his path. So is the thinking of those wordlessly stalks us. They watch in much time and they steer with a dread in their eyes. So many thoughts, questions and doubts flows through their mind, in a hot boil of dark-red thick stream of blood. Will it be spilled? And if, then will it be spilled with no purpose. What is their point, why do they have these reasons? Trust me my friends, we shall let them stalk, and we shall unheard lurk from the very darkest of corners, and from there we shall let them think and doubt. But we shall control and organize while they are confused and disordered.
But to the point my very closets of friends, Zar: for years if not centuries have we sought out ways and roads to accomplish the masterwork of ours, yet in vain? No! For the very first time shall I achieve our great plot, and for once shall we succeed in our doing. None shall stand in our way, for none will know of our way! I scream, I yell and I shout out that the righteous deed will be done. I get no answer, for there are none who knows of our voice and none except our shriek. They see us as if we had no power. Lo! I shall quote from the poet himself: “a scorpion’s sting can be twice as deadly as the charge of a lion.” And they shall see that even the smallest of threats have the power to bring down the mightiest of creatures. From the shadows we will strike, from the darkness we shall rule.
Rest for now dear friend, I shall take care of your beloved wife. She is secure in sheltered hands. It is our enemies that are vulnerable not us nor our own. This I promise you, I Deni’thia promise you this! It is only a matter of time before the chain around your hands shall be freed. It is only a matter of periodes before you shall walk amongst us once again... in the sweetness of glory, to the rule of us.
The pityful Elf touches the sarcophagus with his long fingers and then he moves hastely into the shadows dissappearing from the mortal eye.
A messenger moves swiftly through the darkness. Where did he come from, who is he, why does he silently run through every shadow in his path. So is the thinking of those wordlessly stalks us. They watch in much time and they steer with a dread in their eyes. So many thoughts, questions and doubts flows through their mind, in a hot boil of dark-red thick stream of blood. Will it be spilled? And if, then will it be spilled with no purpose. What is their point, why do they have these reasons? Trust me my friends, we shall let them stalk, and we shall unheard lurk from the very darkest of corners, and from there we shall let them think and doubt. But we shall control and organize while they are confused and disordered.
But to the point my very closets of friends, Zar: for years if not centuries have we sought out ways and roads to accomplish the masterwork of ours, yet in vain? No! For the very first time shall I achieve our great plot, and for once shall we succeed in our doing. None shall stand in our way, for none will know of our way! I scream, I yell and I shout out that the righteous deed will be done. I get no answer, for there are none who knows of our voice and none except our shriek. They see us as if we had no power. Lo! I shall quote from the poet himself: “a scorpion’s sting can be twice as deadly as the charge of a lion.” And they shall see that even the smallest of threats have the power to bring down the mightiest of creatures. From the shadows we will strike, from the darkness we shall rule.
Rest for now dear friend, I shall take care of your beloved wife. She is secure in sheltered hands. It is our enemies that are vulnerable not us nor our own. This I promise you, I Deni’thia promise you this! It is only a matter of time before the chain around your hands shall be freed. It is only a matter of periodes before you shall walk amongst us once again... in the sweetness of glory, to the rule of us.
The pityful Elf touches the sarcophagus with his long fingers and then he moves hastely into the shadows dissappearing from the mortal eye.
TKFM.
Thou Shall the Dead Come to Life Again(Ez. 37,1-14).
. . . We are waiting.
Thou Shall the Dead Come to Life Again(Ez. 37,1-14).
. . . We are waiting.
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Danceman
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Ashir heard steps approach from the hallway, it made him furious. He had told them to not disturb him... he was working... writing a poem even he felt was worthy of reading to Morathi or even Slaanesh her or himself or whatever it is.
It was these times, the times of thoughts and confusion Ashir felt a sting of that he was being misled, that he wasnt more than a human slave.
The step silenced and it knocked on the door.
"ENTER!" Ashir roared. He sensed the hesitation in the elf who opened the door but it was controlled.
"Ashir... time that has been spoken unheard is here" the unknown elf said who still hadnt steped into the room.
"Time that has been unspoken?" Ashir replied and as the words rolled out of Ashirs mouth he saw the figure steped in, he now felt the taint... he knew... another of the ageless, another of the annointed and with a wicked sword drawn.
"So... You have come here to claim whats mine, brave yet foolish" Ashir said and lifted his huge hammer with only one hand yet not showing any sign of the immense weight of it, it was the regal symbol of his family of which Ashir now was the last... it wasnt made for battle for none till now could wield it.
A moment of silence fell, then the two was fighting... to a mortal eye it would seem like a blur or a like ghosts moving.
It was over quickly when Ashir brought the ornate hammer back, feigned an attack... backed off then spun around and in midair slammed it into the torso of the unknown elf.
The strength of this blow made the elf crash into the wall with numerous bones cracking as he hit the wall.
Ashir stood at the lifeless body of the annointed and gave it a weak smile.
"Did you think all i do is study the art or music and poetry?".
He removed the hood and with mixed horror and pleasure realised it was one of his first wifes... long before the sundering.
He casually went over to his ballcony and rang the huge bell, it was the announcement... there would be a speach.
In just a few hours most of his citizens and minions were gathered, some would miss it but there was no time for delay.
"My dear elves,
Do you think my limbs are tire?
That they dont gleam of fire?
can you not taste my desire?"
He held up the corpse of Ericha and just threw it down... he saw the reaction but only a few was of fear but not fear for Ashir but for themselves.
"Because of your foolishness and greed
the vultures will not feed...
But they will not dine alone".
In a fluid motion he drew up his crossbow and the second later his friend... former friend Elshir fell.
Ashir emptied a whole clip in his back as he lay on the ground.
"Know this... i know..."
With that he left.
(sorry for the length
)
It was these times, the times of thoughts and confusion Ashir felt a sting of that he was being misled, that he wasnt more than a human slave.
The step silenced and it knocked on the door.
"ENTER!" Ashir roared. He sensed the hesitation in the elf who opened the door but it was controlled.
"Ashir... time that has been spoken unheard is here" the unknown elf said who still hadnt steped into the room.
"Time that has been unspoken?" Ashir replied and as the words rolled out of Ashirs mouth he saw the figure steped in, he now felt the taint... he knew... another of the ageless, another of the annointed and with a wicked sword drawn.
"So... You have come here to claim whats mine, brave yet foolish" Ashir said and lifted his huge hammer with only one hand yet not showing any sign of the immense weight of it, it was the regal symbol of his family of which Ashir now was the last... it wasnt made for battle for none till now could wield it.
A moment of silence fell, then the two was fighting... to a mortal eye it would seem like a blur or a like ghosts moving.
It was over quickly when Ashir brought the ornate hammer back, feigned an attack... backed off then spun around and in midair slammed it into the torso of the unknown elf.
The strength of this blow made the elf crash into the wall with numerous bones cracking as he hit the wall.
Ashir stood at the lifeless body of the annointed and gave it a weak smile.
"Did you think all i do is study the art or music and poetry?".
He removed the hood and with mixed horror and pleasure realised it was one of his first wifes... long before the sundering.
He casually went over to his ballcony and rang the huge bell, it was the announcement... there would be a speach.
In just a few hours most of his citizens and minions were gathered, some would miss it but there was no time for delay.
"My dear elves,
Do you think my limbs are tire?
That they dont gleam of fire?
can you not taste my desire?"
He held up the corpse of Ericha and just threw it down... he saw the reaction but only a few was of fear but not fear for Ashir but for themselves.
"Because of your foolishness and greed
the vultures will not feed...
But they will not dine alone".
In a fluid motion he drew up his crossbow and the second later his friend... former friend Elshir fell.
Ashir emptied a whole clip in his back as he lay on the ground.
"Know this... i know..."
With that he left.
(sorry for the length
)"Dying is for fools." - Charlie Sheen
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Thekingsfinestmen-
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Day of the herald Motha'nia, a great day for those of us.
He walked among the great books. He lifted his light body over the floor that was between the huge shells of immense volumes. One might spend centuries, if not hundreds of years reading these tomes, and in them one should find much knowledge and wisdom. It was in the library of the dead Zar Keisel, for he who walked there at present had promised to keep a keen eye out for his family. He felt it as an honour, not be course he didn’t own a large library himself, but be course he or rather they were nearing their goal. Their master plans if you’d like it. But he did not walk there to read. No for the moment it was only a passage he was going through. He heard footsteps closing in on him, so he turned to face a servant. A brief message was given to him and then the servant walked away, out of sight.
“So Ericha was sent out to kill Ashir. Very interesting that one of the greatest fighters was sent out to assassinate a simple cultist, and yet rather strange that Yerl would sacrifice one of his best warriors.” He passed the great room and opened the great doors to a smaller study room. As he opened a tome a strange light bloomed up, white but not irritating. “Ah… the book of the dead, written in the very dawn of the sundering, in flesh of the living and blood of the dead. Much can be gained from you.” It was almost time. Soon the rite would begin and soon would the everlasting dead vanquish, as water from the skin.
"As the first glimps of the morning star lightenes the dawning heavn day after day, so shall you once again rise and darken the path of those who stand against us."
He walked among the great books. He lifted his light body over the floor that was between the huge shells of immense volumes. One might spend centuries, if not hundreds of years reading these tomes, and in them one should find much knowledge and wisdom. It was in the library of the dead Zar Keisel, for he who walked there at present had promised to keep a keen eye out for his family. He felt it as an honour, not be course he didn’t own a large library himself, but be course he or rather they were nearing their goal. Their master plans if you’d like it. But he did not walk there to read. No for the moment it was only a passage he was going through. He heard footsteps closing in on him, so he turned to face a servant. A brief message was given to him and then the servant walked away, out of sight.
“So Ericha was sent out to kill Ashir. Very interesting that one of the greatest fighters was sent out to assassinate a simple cultist, and yet rather strange that Yerl would sacrifice one of his best warriors.” He passed the great room and opened the great doors to a smaller study room. As he opened a tome a strange light bloomed up, white but not irritating. “Ah… the book of the dead, written in the very dawn of the sundering, in flesh of the living and blood of the dead. Much can be gained from you.” It was almost time. Soon the rite would begin and soon would the everlasting dead vanquish, as water from the skin.
"As the first glimps of the morning star lightenes the dawning heavn day after day, so shall you once again rise and darken the path of those who stand against us."
TKFM.
Thou Shall the Dead Come to Life Again(Ez. 37,1-14).
. . . We are waiting.
Thou Shall the Dead Come to Life Again(Ez. 37,1-14).
. . . We are waiting.
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Danceman
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The night fell, its was colder than usual and through the open window a cool wind caught Ashirs robes and for a second it revealed a tatoo upon his arm, it was a circle with a half-moon behind... the symbol of change, he hated it... it was a reminder of his own treason but his ability with magic as always being strong. The great changer had actually forgot about him but the dark prince had found him where he was left for dead so long ago.
He shruged the feeling away and with a small gesture he lit the candle which flame had died by the strong breeze.
Ashir closed his eyes and lay down on the bed, the unnatrual warmth from the candles made him feel at ease for a moment.
He knew he could not keep his experiments and intentions a secret anymore. Those who killed Zar Keisel may very well already spread the word to malekith or whatever his superior could be.
Ashir was also sure that his attitude towards Morathi was only a matter of time before that was out in the open as well.
Perhaps it was time to awake, to show the world his true form... to show them what they fear them most.
Many had seen him fall, some even had seen his corpse after Shadowblade had killed... or near killed him.
It didnt matter much since when his face no longer would be veiled he would not look like elf or man but oh the fear he would bring.
Ulthuan would be his home or tome, time grew old and the lands so cold....
Ulthuan would be his home, yes...
Ashir D´velve, The Poet
(this part is more disclose ashir true agenda as well showing a small piece of my very long fluff texts about him and deneir... he is not a follower or champion of tzeentch, just clear it up)
He shruged the feeling away and with a small gesture he lit the candle which flame had died by the strong breeze.
Ashir closed his eyes and lay down on the bed, the unnatrual warmth from the candles made him feel at ease for a moment.
He knew he could not keep his experiments and intentions a secret anymore. Those who killed Zar Keisel may very well already spread the word to malekith or whatever his superior could be.
Ashir was also sure that his attitude towards Morathi was only a matter of time before that was out in the open as well.
Perhaps it was time to awake, to show the world his true form... to show them what they fear them most.
Many had seen him fall, some even had seen his corpse after Shadowblade had killed... or near killed him.
It didnt matter much since when his face no longer would be veiled he would not look like elf or man but oh the fear he would bring.
Ulthuan would be his home or tome, time grew old and the lands so cold....
Ulthuan would be his home, yes...
Ashir D´velve, The Poet
(this part is more disclose ashir true agenda as well showing a small piece of my very long fluff texts about him and deneir... he is not a follower or champion of tzeentch, just clear it up)
"Dying is for fools." - Charlie Sheen
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Daeron
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Application request to join the battles on the old world:
Yo Morathi,
If I work for you, do I get to chop off some heads? Yes? good! See you on the battlefield.
Daeron.
Ps: oh yeah I lost my manners... Sorry. That better?
Yo Morathi,
If I work for you, do I get to chop off some heads? Yes? good! See you on the battlefield.
Daeron.
Ps: oh yeah I lost my manners... Sorry. That better?
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"I move unseen. I hide in light and shadow. I move faster than a bird. No plate of armour ever stopped me. I strike recruits and veterans with equal ease. And all shiver at my coldest of whispers."
- The stiff breeze
Furnace of Arcana, a warhammer blog with delusional grandeur.
"I move unseen. I hide in light and shadow. I move faster than a bird. No plate of armour ever stopped me. I strike recruits and veterans with equal ease. And all shiver at my coldest of whispers."
- The stiff breeze
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Darmort
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Lord Melekith
"My Lord, the Asur are gathering again for an attack," Said Blademor, "what are we to do?" the young general looked at his king and Melekith spoke, "you are to go fetch an army to counter this, they are to counter attack the cursed ones when we have taken care of this, inconveniance, make sure that asur blood is spilt the day they arrive, I will personally lead the army to kill the asur attacking us, make sure there are the Black Guard in the counter army!" Blademor bowed low and said, "Yes my Leige!" and strode out the door.
what do you think
good or bad fluff?
Dar'Mort
"My Lord, the Asur are gathering again for an attack," Said Blademor, "what are we to do?" the young general looked at his king and Melekith spoke, "you are to go fetch an army to counter this, they are to counter attack the cursed ones when we have taken care of this, inconveniance, make sure that asur blood is spilt the day they arrive, I will personally lead the army to kill the asur attacking us, make sure there are the Black Guard in the counter army!" Blademor bowed low and said, "Yes my Leige!" and strode out the door.
what do you think
good or bad fluff?
Dar'Mort
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Azure
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Hi guys! im so happy that my article is still going... !!!! i was away for awhile but now im back
After that long vacation to the deaserts of Nevada(or TK area) Lord Azure and his faithful retinue of corsairs ahve returned. My lord, They have already pledged there allegiance to you but they wish to speak with you anyway , says Lord Malekiths assitendat!
nowe everyone let it begin!
After that long vacation to the deaserts of Nevada(or TK area) Lord Azure and his faithful retinue of corsairs ahve returned. My lord, They have already pledged there allegiance to you but they wish to speak with you anyway , says Lord Malekiths assitendat!
nowe everyone let it begin!
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