Post by Archon No'ki on Jul 14, 2005 15:39:01 GMT
Heres a couple of pieces of fluff that I wrote for my Chaos Champion in a Path to Glory Campaign that I was involved in a while back, enjoy.
No’ki, Lord of the Umbar Nomads, stood upon a high ridge, on the back of his stead, looking down onto the plain of battle. He could see his whole tribe down there, fighting with the followers of a rival lord. It was going quite well, his tribe had the numbers and where massacring the rival tribe. His Sorcerer, Malak, rode next to him surrounded by No’ki’s finest horsemen. With a crack Malak sent another blast of magic down into the enemy sending bodies flying everywhere. The day was almost won; it was time for No’ki to finish this. He lifted his sword high in the air and then charged straight down the hill into battle, with his horsemen close behind him.
No’ki’s charge landed home right on the flank of one of the larger units of marauders, crushing them under the hooves of his stead. After that, it was just a case of mopping up what was left of the enemy tribe. But then there was a terrible cry, and as No’ki looked up he saw dozens of daemons, the servants of Khorne. 'No, not now, not when he was so close to victory!' If this was the way it was supposed to end so be it, but he wouldn’t die without a fight. With that, he dismounted and drew his daemon blade.
These daemons, they didn’t care who they killed, just as long as they killed. No’ki charged at them and with every swing of his daemon blade slew another of those abominations. No’ki himself was an expert swordsman, but with the added bonus of the spirit of the daemonette trapped in his sword guiding his hand, no one could come near him. Soon he stood atop a pile of bodies, with the few surviving members of his tribe around him, but he was tiring out, these daemons never stopped coming.
Just as No’ki had given up hope of making it through this day alive, he saw many new figures just off of the battle. They charged into the back of the daemons, crushing many of them. A mighty banner was held among these new comers; No’ki didn’t recognise it, but he could see whoever it belonged to worshiped the same patron as he: Slaanesh. The newcomers cut their way forward, towards where No’ki was making his last stand. They slaughtered all who stood between them and No’ki, daemon or marauder they were all killed.
Eventually the leader of these newcomers and No’ki stood face-to-face, all of the daemons were dead, and but a hand full of marauders from the Umbar Nomads were left alive. The leader of the new comers spoke, “Lord No’ki, of the Umbar Nomads? I am Slaanthos the Dark, Chieftain of the Slaalig. I have been watching you and your tribe for quite some time now, and I wish to make you an offer.” No’ki glared up at Slaanthos and asked, “What could you possible offer me? I was supposed to die on these fields this day and you have taken away that honour.” Slaanthos quickly replied, “Why, I can offer you a chance to save your tribe and to restore your honour. I wish you to join me. I wish you to be my chosen champion. You see; a large tribe has collapsed and left a power vacuum. I want that land No’ki and I can see you do also. So join me and together we will bring that land to the tribe of Slaalig and praise to Slaanesh.” No’ki turned his face down in thought, then his eyes flashed, and he brought his gaze up to meet Slaanthos’. “I will fight for you under two conditions; that you will help restore my tribe to its former glory and that you will return my land to me.” “I am sure I can do this for you, you have my word on this No’ki. Now all that is left to do is for you to swear alliance to me and to the Slaalig.” No’ki knelt down on one knee, “I, Lord No’ki, of the Umbar Nomads, swear that I and my tribe will serve Slaanthos the Dark, Chieftain of the Slaalig.” No’ki rose and Slaanthos spoke once more, “I welcome you to the Slaalig tribe, No’ki Champion of Slaalig.” Then No’ki climbed onto the horse next to Slaanthos’ and the warriors of rode off.
No’ki, Lord of the Umbar Nomads, stood upon a high ridge, on the back of his stead, looking down onto the plain of battle. He could see his whole tribe down there, fighting with the followers of a rival lord. It was going quite well, his tribe had the numbers and where massacring the rival tribe. His Sorcerer, Malak, rode next to him surrounded by No’ki’s finest horsemen. With a crack Malak sent another blast of magic down into the enemy sending bodies flying everywhere. The day was almost won; it was time for No’ki to finish this. He lifted his sword high in the air and then charged straight down the hill into battle, with his horsemen close behind him.
No’ki’s charge landed home right on the flank of one of the larger units of marauders, crushing them under the hooves of his stead. After that, it was just a case of mopping up what was left of the enemy tribe. But then there was a terrible cry, and as No’ki looked up he saw dozens of daemons, the servants of Khorne. 'No, not now, not when he was so close to victory!' If this was the way it was supposed to end so be it, but he wouldn’t die without a fight. With that, he dismounted and drew his daemon blade.
These daemons, they didn’t care who they killed, just as long as they killed. No’ki charged at them and with every swing of his daemon blade slew another of those abominations. No’ki himself was an expert swordsman, but with the added bonus of the spirit of the daemonette trapped in his sword guiding his hand, no one could come near him. Soon he stood atop a pile of bodies, with the few surviving members of his tribe around him, but he was tiring out, these daemons never stopped coming.
Just as No’ki had given up hope of making it through this day alive, he saw many new figures just off of the battle. They charged into the back of the daemons, crushing many of them. A mighty banner was held among these new comers; No’ki didn’t recognise it, but he could see whoever it belonged to worshiped the same patron as he: Slaanesh. The newcomers cut their way forward, towards where No’ki was making his last stand. They slaughtered all who stood between them and No’ki, daemon or marauder they were all killed.
Eventually the leader of these newcomers and No’ki stood face-to-face, all of the daemons were dead, and but a hand full of marauders from the Umbar Nomads were left alive. The leader of the new comers spoke, “Lord No’ki, of the Umbar Nomads? I am Slaanthos the Dark, Chieftain of the Slaalig. I have been watching you and your tribe for quite some time now, and I wish to make you an offer.” No’ki glared up at Slaanthos and asked, “What could you possible offer me? I was supposed to die on these fields this day and you have taken away that honour.” Slaanthos quickly replied, “Why, I can offer you a chance to save your tribe and to restore your honour. I wish you to join me. I wish you to be my chosen champion. You see; a large tribe has collapsed and left a power vacuum. I want that land No’ki and I can see you do also. So join me and together we will bring that land to the tribe of Slaalig and praise to Slaanesh.” No’ki turned his face down in thought, then his eyes flashed, and he brought his gaze up to meet Slaanthos’. “I will fight for you under two conditions; that you will help restore my tribe to its former glory and that you will return my land to me.” “I am sure I can do this for you, you have my word on this No’ki. Now all that is left to do is for you to swear alliance to me and to the Slaalig.” No’ki knelt down on one knee, “I, Lord No’ki, of the Umbar Nomads, swear that I and my tribe will serve Slaanthos the Dark, Chieftain of the Slaalig.” No’ki rose and Slaanthos spoke once more, “I welcome you to the Slaalig tribe, No’ki Champion of Slaalig.” Then No’ki climbed onto the horse next to Slaanthos’ and the warriors of rode off.