Pesiksen Nurgle (Tzeentch?) Pt.1 & Pt.2

[Pesis]

It was a cold winters day, rain beat the living hell out of this Sigmars forsaken village. Schenker looked over the counter and saw the same sight he had seen for the past twenty-something years now, drunken dwarves, drunken men, drunken halflings, even a drunken ogre, om which he was really concerned. He carefully picked up his club and went to the backroom of the tavern. He told the ogre he had hired to throw out the too-drunken-scum to watch out for the ogre in table 4. The mighty ogre roared a answear to Schenker. Schenker then quickly returned to serve ale for those who needed it. The ogre drank his 15th ale barrel and his eyes started to look a little bit off-fit. Schenker summoned his own ogre to throw out the drunken ogre. But just as the larger of the two ogres was picking up the other one, he accidentally spilled some dwarf's ale to his lap. As everyone knows, dwarfs aren't really keen on wasting quality ale, so in notime the dwarf had risen and started to kick the manly parts of the ogre. The other ogre then picked up a bar stol and hit the dwarf with it. Luckily the dwarfs are a thickheaded people and don't really mind on little things like that. A tavern brawl had began, once again. Schenker quickly grabbed his gold and silver coins, put 'em in a bag with the rest of his worthy possessions and swiftly walked out of the backdoor. He then alarmed the local militia to end the brawl.

Schenker knew he had to wait quite a while before the tavern was his again. He had seen these tavernbrawls nearly every week for the past twenty years. He decided to take a walk in the outskirts of the town. As he headed out from the main street he walked over a man and nearly tripped at him. He turned his head at the man on the ground and yelled "watch where 'ur layin' er'!" The man didnt seem to respond, so Schenker looked at his hooded face a little closer. Suddenly the man said "give me your coins, and I'll promise, the upcomin' plague won't hit u". Schenker was so shcoked to hear the word plague that he gave the man half of his evenings earnings. The man thanked and slowly crawled deeper into the gutters. Schenker started to think, what did that man know about plague, and how did he know that the plague was coming? He then remembered how he had seen his parents die to plague and their corpses burn, like they were some sort of trash. He decided to let the topic go, because it was a painful memory.

Weeks passed, the tavern had been restored to it's old glory and Schenker was merrily pouring ale behind the counter. It was a sunny day and even that the tavern was filled with light, suddenly it got dark and started to snow like never before. Schenker announced that the hot drinks were on sale from now on. Men and halflings side by side started to crowd the counter. Schenker was pouring drinks as fast as he could. Suddenly the door was blasted in with a loud explosion. Three men stepped in, all wearing a heavy armour and some furs as cloacks. One of them had a big horned helmet and such a small eyehole in that it was impossible to see his face from it. The man took up a paper and nailed it to the wall with his knife. He then told with a low sick voice... "The plague...is comin' ". The two other men picked up their swords and started hackin the customers of Schenker's tavern. Some tried to put up a fight, but these two men didn't seem to care if they were stabbed in the gutt, or any other place for that matter. One after another, halfling by halfling the men hacked their way to the counter. They then hit Schenkers club from his hand and grabbed him from his throat. The third man then walked to him and asked him: "Do you remember me?" Schenker told him the truth and said no. The man then picked up a coin bag, which had Schenkers name written on it. "What about now?", the man mumbled. Schenker realized that it was the same man he had given the coins to. The man started talking: "With the money you gave to me, I was able to travel north. There I prayed for The Father, who had saved me from the pox before. But he answered to me, no living man can survive plague... I then proclaimed my immortality and survived the plague. The Father gave me a quest, a quest for life. A quest to spread his love all around the Empire. For you, I owe my life. That is why I let you become my army's first mortal member. It was in that moment that Schenker found his true nature, chaos and confusion. He didn't know was it the fear in his heart, or the real desire to hurt people, but his eyes started to glow like the yellow fires in the east. The two men let Schenker from their grasp, but obiviously that was a big mistake. Schenker's face started to glow like it was going to blow up any moment now. The two men started to wonder if that was their masters doings after all...

A strange flame symbol got burned to Schenkers chest, his arms started to mutate into tentacles, his skin started to turn blue. Now the two men had seen enough and raised their weapons in the air to slay this Sigmars forsaken man. But their weapons caught on yellow fire as soon as they picked them up. Their arms caught some of the heat too and the other man's hand fell off. The other man started to laugh and challenged Schenker by telling him: "So, you have chosed the way of change. This is the day Dicease and Pestilence change your life into death!" The man charged at Schenker, but he just dodged the charge, picked up the flaming sword and chopped of the man's head. The other man looked at him and attacked in despair. Soon there was one more headless body on the floor. Schenker stepped outside and announced to the forces standing there: "I am the new master of the east, due some... mindblowing events." He then picked up the two heads he had gathered from the tavern's floor. There was a moment of silence, but then the masses answeared a sizzling grumple: "We reconcile our faiths under your command, Glory to the Lord Of Change!"

During the next few months the army got larger and larger. Even few notable daemons joined their ranks. Tapio the master of woods. They heard him summoning even the darkest beasts under his command. Volkmar, the master of the Hattifatteners. Volkmar is a beastman who has been blessed by the god of change. His body is twisted and emaciated. He walks around with a small dagger in his hand, looking for something to excurse into a Hattifattener. Their ranks have also recently been joined by the legendary Matthew the Meathook. Many heroes have had their heads memorized in the Meathook, and many more will, before this dark crusade to the east is over.

Latest Imperial reports are telling that a small army of daemons is hacking their way towards Estalia. According to these reports it's lead by a weak daemon, waving an elven sword from our elvish comrades. "That kind of disrispect won't be tolerated in my town! " - Local warrior priest during a preach

[Bartholen]

Itse asiassa todella siisti tarina, vaikka aika monta kirjoitus- tai kielioppivirhettä löysinkin. Hyvä, vähän humoristinen alku, ei sitä ainaista draamaa tai taistelun aftermathia. Nyt kun on Slaanesh käyty, on siis Tzeentchin vuoro. Hmmm... Khorne?

[Pesis]

Pientä hienosäätöä tehty kieliopin osalta. Ei nuita meinaa jaksaa erkkikään korjata.... Jos huomaatte siinä jotain radikaaleja virheitä niin saa kertoa minullekkin, en pahastu rakentavasta palautteesta. Varsinkin kun olen tullut itse sokeaksi omille virheilleni. Kiitos.

[Pesis]

Uusi Ostium, uusi osa fluffia. Melko lyhyt, mutta fluffia kuitenkin. En tosin ehtinyt vielä perehtyä ostiumin poikien fluffiin, joten toivotaan että mestana on yhä Estalia :D .

Kairos Fateweaver approved this new daemonic regiment permanently to his army. After all, they had been the key regiment in taking out the Slann city of Chaqua. This new regiment was lead by the ferocious Schenker, who had lost a major part of his forces in the attempt to conquer Estalia. "Estalia... that name makes mi rotten blood boil!" Schenker yelled when he received a telepathic message from one of Kairos' minions. He was summoned to meet Kairos in the depths of chaos wastelands. Kairos made his opinion known in haste (he knew that talking about Estalia would make Schenker furious), he wanted to give Schenker a new army to try and regain his honour. This new army would consist of the veterans of Xahutec and other Slann cities. These daemons had earned a frightening reputation among the remaining Saurus and skinks. This new army would once more lead Schenker to victory. Schenker accepted Kairos' offer and headed out to Estalia once more, this time there wouldn't be any survivors.
Schenker had promised to the Chaos gods that he would once more gather a army worthy of their name and get his revenge at the people of Entalia. Only this time things weren't that simple. According to scouting reports from furies and screamers, there was at least ten other armies marching towards Estalia. "Cursed be iron! This time we will kill them with our claws, tentacles and rip their heads off with our magic, our drums echo: forward march, our horns cry for VICTORY!" Schenker growled to his forces. This time Schenker had prepared himself for battle way better than last time. Last time he had to take what he could, this time he chose what he most desired to his army 1. No more limited ammounts of flamers! No more undersized units of plaguebearers! This time we will taste blood! This time... we will fight to the end of world! "There will be no dawn for men!" - The Daemon oath to Schenker.

1="Weaker choices are therefore used, in order to blend into the "Huffy-Fluffy-Joensuu" crew." ( - MalleHammer )

Blood will spill and heads will fall
as the swords sparkle, lights the night
The ground rumbles as we attack
in the throes of rage, we will fight
The lightning's flash, the thunder's roar
will petrify the weak
We'll show no mercy, we'll kill them all!
We are sworn in the name of steel