The life of Lyreskit

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Kirjoitettu englanniksi koska systemat kuulostaa hienommilta. Tarina on teoriassa taisteluraportti, pieniä yksityiskohtia muutettu taiteilijan oikeudella.


The glorious but rather short life of Grey Seer Lyreskit

The sun was setting in the Valley of Pain and the sky was blood red. Forces of Vampire Counts, Skaven, Empire and High Elves had been ordered to seize the rock formation in the center of the valley that was said to have considerable amounts of magic bound to it.
Lyreskits had bought the services of clan Skryre. His horde had been reinforced by two Warlocks and couple ratling gun weapons team to give some firepower to his clanrats.
Lyreskit saw Empire spearmen marching towards his forces, he pointed towards the man-things.
"Clan Skryre, fire quick-quick!"
Lyreskit felt the air being electrified by the Warlock Engineer, he looked back to the humans and heard the spin up of the ratling gun. Few bullets flew past Lyreskit and soon he heard a fast burst behind him, then a loud creak. Something had gone really wrong... The screams of panic from the weapon team was muffled by an explosion. Lyreskit turned around and saw ratling gun crew shredded by hundreds of fragments. The Warlock was missing though... but Lyreskit found him quick enough as he saw a red heap on the ground bearing a pierced warplock pistol. The Warlock didn't seem to be moving.
As if the air wasn't already full, lead and arrows everywhere, the elves decided to bring a meteor down. Lyreskit looked into the future and saw the thing strike in middle of his forces, so he decided to stop it with his great powers, but something really went wrong... The meteor wasn't slowing, instead, it was accelerating so Lyreskit stopped his attempts and dismissed he thought from his mind. It's only a small meteor, how hard could it come?

Lyreskit felt his fiskers twitching slightly, he looked up and saw two suns. He was stunned by the strange event, and was even more stunned when he noticed that the higher one was growing rapidly. He began to run. The meteor hit the ground, nearly half of the Skaven forces were enveloped in the fiery explosion. The Grey Seer flew couple meters in the air when the shockwave struck him.
He grasped for air for a while before rising to his feet. Looking at the destruction around him, he saw his forces divided by a crater, only clanrats and other lowly beings survived the blast. A bright green lighting struck from a house in the other side of the crater. The warp-lightning cannons crew had survived the blast, protected by its warpstone, and was now firing at some elves. He heard sounds of battle in his side of the crater, the spearmen had charged his clanrat regiment. Lyreskit drew power from the twisted winds of chaos to his use and prepared to unleash a magical plague upon the man-things. But something went really wrong. Lyreskit lost the control of the wind and the essence of chaos poured upon his body.

Lyreskit woke up bald and with a head ache. He tried to cast the humans, who were outnumbered badly, to oblivion but the winds of chaos didn't alter... his powers were lost.
He went into panic and ran blindly to the west.
Seeing a unit of undead calvary he regained his courage, the exact opposite of the reaction when facing undead. Maybe the miscast had changed something else than his haircut. He ran to a perfect place to ambush them on their current path.
When the first one of the dead knights reached to his view he once again called upon the winds of magic. This time it worked, partially, his fearsome would be warp-lighting was only sparks in his paw. Cursing his luck the Grey Seer tried once again when the last of the undead was in front of him. This time the winds adjusted to his command and he blasted the calvary with a pestilent breath. But the winds are fickle and the breath missed all but one of the knigths who fell silently to his second doom. The Grey Seer began to lose the control of the winds and decided to blast the undead knights with a lightning before losing control. His try was in vain, the winds of chaos snapped from his control taking something from Lyreskit. He felt weak, unable to defend against the undead knights, but they were blasted to ashes when the warp-lightning cannon fired again, saving his life.

Lyreskit saw dark clouds gathering above him, he tried to break them with his magicks but once again something went really wrong, the clouds were getting darker and darker.

Last thing Lyreskit saw was a gathering of electricity on the cloud.

[Konkka]

Näinhän se meni......
13 on kaiketi epäonnen luku.....
Kerro ihmeessä jatkona sen toisen Grey Seerin tarina, sen joka haastoi Blood Dragonin kamppailuun. (En laita tähän loppuun hymiötä)

Ainiin, hyvä tarina ja hyvällä englannilla kirjoitettu.