by timewizard » Thu Mar 19, 2009 12:00 pm
killmaimburn wrote: Matheus taking a large maul axe only he had the strength to wield with any true skill.. and Petrus took his gloves which he had made deadly through use of the ironmongers forge and an old pitch fork.
killmaimburn wrote:they choose weapons that fit their memories of first battle (a relic blade and lightning claws
by killmaimburn » Thu Mar 19, 2009 3:34 pm
LordMalekTheRedKnight wrote:@PaddF: ummm... nice pasta?
Ljundhammer wrote:2 things - why would the brothers join the arbites? Arbites are crack soldiers, generally hand picked to join the Inquisitor's personal army from the best PDFs & standing armies in the world.
ruffian4 wrote:been "interferred with" in their youth and have been lost, or possibly part of some experiment (going up against plague stuff???).
timewizard wrote: a thunder hammer?
ruffian4 wrote:Handy fellow, this kmb...Like Ahriman delving the paths of the webway ...
by killmaimburn » Thu Mar 19, 2009 6:04 pm
mortiferum wrote:If army background fluff is a requirement, who checks, ensures they are not plagiarised, reads and marks them all during a tourney?
by ruffian4 » Thu Mar 19, 2009 7:27 pm
killmaimburn wrote:If this is a masked ball, then the other bits of him are off spiking the teachers punch.
by killmaimburn » Thu Mar 19, 2009 10:25 pm
Their method was simple they chopped and dismembered their way through the carrion pestilence.. if they could relax then they were heading the wrong way and changed course..The putrefied creatures were easy sport, slow and almost comical in their inept attempts to respond to such controlled aggression.. But their numbers and capacity to absorb blows, that would fell a normal man, made it tiring work.On the second day of travel they were reassured by the rising hostility of the creatures..Matheus took a double armed swing with his axe decapitating 3 stuttering corpses.. and shouted across that path “there is more than numbers here…something is at work against us… see how they cannot even wait in line for my blade”Petrus was fighting hard, repeatedly puncturing eye sockets, bursting discomposingly swelled organs..but for all his work he knew he was not up to the task.. his body stunk from the exhaust of the collapsing dead..His pride took a dent.. he realised how few he had killed compared to Matheus, in some lesser man this could have been the seed of some resentment, but Petrus took it as a life lesson if his weapons could not put down the beast he would simply immobilise them and move on.. he checked his wrist clasps..and in a deft move spun around behind ‘his’ batch of bipedal cadavars..with a few quick slashs he cut the muscles and tendons that ran down the back of their legs… A sickening ‘twang’ sound echoed in his ears followed by the tearing of the parchment like skin and the creatures fell, the creatures mewling and groaning could almost be considered pitiful..almost.They carried on their path of destruction and cleansing of the land for another 3 days they knew they were close, they could see the necropolis.. but the resistance had diminished to a trickle, if anything the warriors were made more wary.. the gaps in fighting allowed them time for doubt,this force that seemed to be at work, this intelligence, the dead could be massing some form of trap..what might come next?..But the doubt was not enough to stop the warriors enjoying their brief respite muscles ached and wounds needed tending.They walked on through the gates that marked the boundary to the city of the dead- without encountering even vermin.In all ways a ghost town, the living had left this great territory when the plagues had first struck and shown how easy spreading these poxes were in such tight confines.The sun was setting and they were still yet to find a challenge for their metal..they heard a sound like thunder..but there was no lightning? There again more thunder.. No, a sound bouncing off the walls.. their keen hearing removed the distortion of the echos and they started to run towards the source of such sound..They ran passed a dilapidated inn, and rounded the corner of the stables towards the market square.. and quickly ducked back. Glancing back around the edge of the building they saw the battle they had wished for..3 no 400 fiends, slavering ranting dribbling puss spewing frenzied..But they were not coming to the warriors..they were concentrated around an abandoned meat sellers shop, The warriors could hear the sounds, the shout of orders being given and more thunder filling the air. Petrus at once ran to their aid.. cutting down the unexpectant flesh from behind, like paper bovine they went to the slaughter with only muted gasps..But the numbers the sheer bulk of cutting.. where was Matheus?Matheus watched his noble gallant brother and thought him a fool..the creatures were not right.. nothing was right. He wanted to correct this wrongness.he scanned the horizon, the windows the torn and sullied civilisation around him.. on the balcony of a tavern he spotted his prey,..a sickly glow emanated from the shadows. He checked to see that Petrus was in no immediate peril, he was still at work he could be lumbering wood for all the good it did.. Matheus keeping to the shadows edged his way around the perimeter of the square and through the remains of the tavern doors..The stairs creaked agonisingly loudly …but as he reached the landing he saw the thing too distracted in his war games too confident..It was large..larger even than himself..but other than that it was hard to pin down any constant detail.. its skin resembled a candle that’s wax had dripped down it for overlong.. or the sump bucket of fat after a few large animal had been cooked in the village feasts.. It had limbs.. depending on what angle Matheus saw it had too many..one of which held a shard of stone that was illuminating the room.He was cautious,slow he stalked he circled…he raised his axe above his head and then strode quickly forwards..He struck..the hand with the stone, as he had thought the flesh just gave way melting into itself but he had connected with the stone..it pushed through the ‘skin’ down through the rotten floorboards and into the very stone of the building.He quickly raised his arms again and flew down again this time with the butt of his axe on the vulnerable stone.. the air was filled with screams and sighs of reliefs as the stone splintered.The light was extinguished.
by ruffian4 » Fri Mar 20, 2009 5:59 am
by Ljundhammer » Fri Mar 20, 2009 7:47 am
by timewizard » Fri Mar 20, 2009 11:31 am
by estarriol » Fri Mar 20, 2009 11:55 am
by killmaimburn » Fri Mar 20, 2009 5:10 pm
Some of its to do with being in quotes.. so what i might do is write outside of quote and put my besides in quotes for better reading..I put in the use of the rock twice into this one ruffian..diana would be proud It doesn't help that copy and pasting into this rather poo post engine removes most spaces I've put into text (and doesn't tab)
by timewizard » Fri Mar 20, 2009 5:39 pm
by killmaimburn » Sat Mar 21, 2009 3:29 pm
Just a quicky
by killmaimburn » Sat Mar 21, 2009 4:02 pm
by timewizard » Sat Mar 21, 2009 4:22 pm
killmaimburn wrote:Anyone got any tips on incorporating languages the reader doesn't know?
by LordMalekTheRedKnight » Sat Mar 21, 2009 5:17 pm
killmaimburn wrote:b) use word then give explanation.. "joe (we called him joe because he liked saying joe)" breaks the 3rd wall for the suspension of disbelief
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