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 RULES OF NATURE, Saeran
Skulltaker
 Posted: Dec 23 2017, 09:28 PM
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It was a small beastman herd. There were probably less than a hundred, and none of them too strong. Just the standard mix of Gor and Ungor, aside from the Bray-Shaman. He was the one to watch today. Their meager Bray-Herd had gathered around the shaman, chanting invocations to the dark gods. The shaman had been having visions, and he meant to summon a messenger to give him the truth behind them.

The Bray-Shaman held up his hand, drawing a flint knife across his palm. He pressed his palm to the flat boulder he'd chosen as his altar, drawing the eight-pointed Star of Chaos in his blood. All around him, the chanting rose to a crescendo, a hundred voices calling out in the harsh, guttural Beastman language. The shaman took a step back, and the blood on the altar began to bubble. It began to spread, forming a puddle far larger than should be possible for how little the goatman had bled.

Suddenly, a pulse went through the clearing, shaking the trees around them. It was as if reality started to tear, opening up just enough to let something through. The blood rose in a mass, forming a towering humanoid shape. This was a Bloodletter, stronger than the usual. The first among Khorne's Heralds had shown himself. He wore some bits of armor, and a cape covered in bleached skulls hung from his back. Skulltaker turned towards the beastman who'd summoned him, looking down at the goat. The demon had a disgusted look on his face, servants of the Blood God never took too kindly to magic. "So you're the one who has seen the visions." The Fateweaver, the great demonic sorcerer who was overseeing this whole operation, had been sending cryptic dreams to some beastman, meaning to start an uprising. Could this paltry band really be his pawns?
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Saeran
 Posted: Jan 6 2018, 09:40 AM
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It was a deceptive little Beastmen herd. And it was being watched.

They expected to find the camp and some trouble; they did not anticipate the ritual that shook the trees and soured the air. Saeran’s nose wrinkled as she peered through the leaves, trying to figure out what was happening on the floor of the forest ahead of her. Dark, sickening energy pierced the air. When did these creatures become so bold? She chanced a glance toward her companion, wondering if he saw what she did. A pair of eyes found her from the shadows, and a shared surprise rippled across them. Unexpected. The Waywatchers tensed, but knew it changed nothing. She turned to survey the others.

It was tempting to ignore their shapes, as an untrained eye - a beast’s eye - might. But they were there. She could make out the other Wood Elves among the trees and, looking down, on the ground, stepping out from the trunks that hid their slender frames, a cautiousness to their step that wasn’t there a moment before. Yet caution didn’t shake their resolve. They were prepared for an ambush, and they were well hidden, almost seamlessly so. It was only a temporary illusion, however - and it was about to end.

Across the trees her companion paused, cocking an ear to the side. Then he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and Saeran found herself doing the same, knowing that, all around them, others followed suit. She tilted its tip through the foliage, where the Beastmen’s shaman quivered before its summoned entity in a grand display of uncertainty.

There was a pause, however brief, deep as the silence on the edge of winter. Saeran drew a breath. Then the elven guard below leapt into action, their ambush’s cry followed by a flood of arrows descending from the shadows of the trees. They'd come to battle, and now, tricks or no, a battle they would have.
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Skulltaker
 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 11:01 AM
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The beastmen seemed frozen in awe. Well, most of them. The shaman was more frozen in fear. He was knowledgeable in the ways of Chaos, he knew the distaste that Khorne and his servants had for magic. At any point, the demon could swat him aside for his cowardly use of sorcery, and there was very little he could do about it at this distance. The daemon, on the other hand, had other things on his mind. His brass eyes scanned the treeline, picking up movement. The beastmen were still unaware, but millenia of battle had trained Skulltaker well.

"To your weapons, we are not alone!" Wood elves. He knew half the beastmen would likely be dead before they could grab their spears, but maybe they would put up enough of a fight. He strode forward as they scrambled about, looking for the swiftest. As one passed, he reached out to grab the Gor's arm. The goatman's eyes widened in terror as the demon looked down at him. "Run and tell the others, a new Everchosen has come. Unite the herds, and the cities of man will burn." The goatman nodded, making a run for it.

Now he just needed to run interference. Skulltaker drew his sword, letting out a deep bellow as he moved to put himself between the messenger and the elves. His left hand went to his cloak, meaning to use the clattering cape as a shield. "Come then, elves! Make your sacrifices to the Lord of Skulls!" That was always one of his little joys, reminding his enemies that even in victory they were making sacrifices to Khorne.
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