Dark Omen
Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 9:54 am
It was a hot summer night, as it was the start of summer the days were long and weary.
Moon selfishly glowing in the clear sky, it glowed just strong enough to reveal the metallic staff of the Dark Elven Sorceress. Her name was Zumuss, she recently finished her teachings in the Dark Arts, and was on a personal quest to rid the world of all the High elves. In her travels she met up with Dennied, a shaman of growing potential. They exchanged knowledge of magic and became good friends. As roads were dangerous, they traveled together for quite a while.
As time passed, their power grew, thus they joined the fight for Chaos. In honor of Malekith and the great WAAAGH!
On the battlefield in the midst of terrifying battles, a wild git appeared. His arrows were out of this world, and he giggled as one by one dwarf fell victim to his beast pet, and majestic aim. Guarding his flank was a great Black Orc named Texy, deep voiced but cheerful. He shielded the little git of all who would come close, and they rained fire and death on the battlefield, it was intoxicating. The two quickly approached the git and his big guardian. Asking for their names.
The big one replied Texy am I, the little git shrugged. For he knew not his name, never needed it. The little shaman burst into laughter, and called him a PLONKAH! So from that moment on they called him as such.
They were now four, a small group of wild, crazy and utterly deadly WAAAGH! But was it enough? No, they searched long and hard for more akin to them. Scouring the battlefields for ones that could keep up with them, run into big warbands and wreck havoc! After a while their search was bountiful, as they met a Disciple of Khaine, who with his 2 swords cut down enemy bright wizards in a slew. He was smiling as he was doing it. They knew, that wicked individual was their man... elf... dark elf!
More were needed, they had not the numbers to perform dreadful deeds, so they enrolled the help of a mercenary Zealot, from the cult of Slaanesh! Bokmaki he called himself, a devious beast, or whatever he was. Six, now that was a force to be reckoned with.
In the battle of Praag they pushed the Order force back to whereever they spawned from, and yelled murder, death, kill! Dark Omen was upon the order, it has begun.
Moon selfishly glowing in the clear sky, it glowed just strong enough to reveal the metallic staff of the Dark Elven Sorceress. Her name was Zumuss, she recently finished her teachings in the Dark Arts, and was on a personal quest to rid the world of all the High elves. In her travels she met up with Dennied, a shaman of growing potential. They exchanged knowledge of magic and became good friends. As roads were dangerous, they traveled together for quite a while.
As time passed, their power grew, thus they joined the fight for Chaos. In honor of Malekith and the great WAAAGH!
On the battlefield in the midst of terrifying battles, a wild git appeared. His arrows were out of this world, and he giggled as one by one dwarf fell victim to his beast pet, and majestic aim. Guarding his flank was a great Black Orc named Texy, deep voiced but cheerful. He shielded the little git of all who would come close, and they rained fire and death on the battlefield, it was intoxicating. The two quickly approached the git and his big guardian. Asking for their names.
The big one replied Texy am I, the little git shrugged. For he knew not his name, never needed it. The little shaman burst into laughter, and called him a PLONKAH! So from that moment on they called him as such.
They were now four, a small group of wild, crazy and utterly deadly WAAAGH! But was it enough? No, they searched long and hard for more akin to them. Scouring the battlefields for ones that could keep up with them, run into big warbands and wreck havoc! After a while their search was bountiful, as they met a Disciple of Khaine, who with his 2 swords cut down enemy bright wizards in a slew. He was smiling as he was doing it. They knew, that wicked individual was their man... elf... dark elf!
More were needed, they had not the numbers to perform dreadful deeds, so they enrolled the help of a mercenary Zealot, from the cult of Slaanesh! Bokmaki he called himself, a devious beast, or whatever he was. Six, now that was a force to be reckoned with.
In the battle of Praag they pushed the Order force back to whereever they spawned from, and yelled murder, death, kill! Dark Omen was upon the order, it has begun.