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 Jakob twice damned part 4
rikard
Posted: Mar 31 2007, 07:06 AM


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Well stupid brinkster erased the last 2 parts of this story and with part 3 almost finished I thought I would re-post parts one and two.

Part 1.

Jakob’s heart threatened to burst out of his chest as he continued to run for his life through the dark and evil woods, even now he could feel it thumping against his rib cage like a hammer on stone. He stumbled on none the less, branches and twigs lashing at him tearing his sodden cloths and scratching his face and arms. How had he come to this? As if his life hadn’t been miserable enough, he surged on panic now fueling his body despite his thirst, from behind him he could hear the faint sounds of pursuit, the angry barking of the hounds, the shouts of the mob and the screams of Malkai still echoing inside his head. He clasped his hands over his ears trying to shut the sounds out and stumbled falling heavily over a large stone and tumbling down a steep embankment the cold wet ground rising to meet his body again and again, as he continued to roll down it. He came to a stop with an almighty thud as his back came collided with a large flat stone and instantly felt an intense stabbing pain in his side. He looked down, blood, judging by his pain when he tried to breath he must have broken a rib, quickly he ripped off a piece of rain soaked cloth and wrapped it hurriedly around his side, before running on. Despite his speed and physical endurance he knew it was not a question of would they catch him, but when would they catch him?

Jakob’s life had not been a happy one, born originally in a small village just north of Kislev, only child to a happy couple, who’s names he could no longer remember. His father had been a blacksmith, a stout, broad shouldered man, his mother acted as a mid wife to many of the women in the village but despite their busy trades, they had always found time to spend with him. They would always sit down and eat together and spent at least one whole day a week as a family, whether they went to the markets south or simply devoted time to Jakob, who had clearly been their pride and joy and for the first and only time in his life Jakob had been happy. He was not even eight years of age when the raiders came, a great Warband of chaos all wearing heavy filth incrusted suits of armour, they did not come to raid for food or money, but merely for the pleasure of slaughter. Jakob’s father had tried to lead the villagers against the attack but their efforts of resistance had been as effective as trying to stop time itself. They massacred the villagers, burning the corpses and impaling their bodies on large stakes high up for the crows to feed on. Jakob’s mother had tired to hide him in a large wicker basket but grief stricken to see the warriors subject her to all foul manner of treatments he had tired to save her, running at the leader with naught but a small hammer his father had given him as a present. He had been swatted aside like a fly, forced to watch his mother being flayed alive and then left, a small child in a burning and ruined village many miles from civilization.

Whether by chance or a cruel trick of fate he was finally discovered by a band of wandering traders just under a week later, they were surprised by his condition, gaunt and lean, but unwilling to talk or show any form of emotion. The traders had taken him in briefly and then dumped him and the next village they visited, his manner and expression having made them very agitated. He couldn’t even remember the name of the city other than they literally handed him over to the first person who would take him, a rather short tempered and irritable woman with a drunken lout of a husband who would often beat him and once again in his life Jakob had felt completely alone.

Jakob continued trying his hardest to ignore the pain in his side and the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, he pressed on as hard as he could now running up hill navigating his way through the dark trees with what light the moon offered. This did not prove easy as more than once he hit a tree leaving long lacerations across his chest and shoulders. Despite his growing number of injuries and obstacles, he was driven on by one thought, anger. He wanted to deny the idiots pursuing him the pleasure of watching him hang from a rope; he would sooner die from exhaustion and injury than even give them the satisfaction of seeing him in pain or plea for his life. Jakob had no time for such things; he never understood why people pleaded for their lives or begged for mercy, why give your enemies the enjoyment, the satisfaction? Especially when they would act in exact same way if you where the one who had them cornered, just like that weak fool Malkai, always so patronizing, always thinking himself above others, always so sure of himself, confident that he was the best. Well he had shown him, the pathetic moron didn’t even deserve a quick death, kneeling in the dirt, begging, crying, pleading for his life, it had sickened Jakob to see anyone act with so little dignity especially when they always used a front, trying to act big and hard. The fool should have spent more time training his body and mind in the wilds or the forges instead of his eyes and libido in the local tavern with the waitresses. Jakob spat at the memory, his only regrets in the situation was that he had been too quick in ending his life and that he had been careless enough to let himself be caught Malkai’s friends. Friends, he used the term loosely, the idiots where almost a big a bunch of frauds as Malkai, they just rallied around him because of his wealth and this parents standing within society. Despite his pain and sorry condition, Jakob smiled thinly and the thought of Malkai’s parents hearing of his death, one more reason to deny them the pleasure of being caught alive.

Around about the age of twelve Jakob was sold to a band of circus actors, his previous guardians have grown tired of his presence. Most small children would have relished the thought of joining the circus but not Jakob, the last few years of his life having sapped what little joy was left in him. He was originally trained to be a clown but this was soon given up due to his bleak out look and complete disinterest in the profession, quickly he had been passed on to a strong man, an old veteran of several wars and crusades he would never speak of.. His skin was a myriad of scar tissue, which he did his best to hide and his left eye was all white, a large scar above and below it telling more than the man himself ever would. In his master he had found another individual who was even more grim and than himself and greatly interested by this wizened individual spent as much time as he could learning about the trade. The old man had taught him much more however than simple techniques for lifting large objects, he had taught Jakob much of his old military training (unknown of course to the rest of the acting troupe). Much of this training involved techniques such as how to disarm a man with one fluid movement, where to strike a person to cause maximum damage with minimal impact and many other techniques, which involved various different combat styles. However, what particularly interested Jakob were the teachings from an ancient order of Monks, who taught mental discipline, the mind was always the first to give up in situations of stress and pain and it was a matter of many long hours of training to overcome pain and exhaustion, blocking out its distractions and focusing on the task at hand. It was to this method of teaching Jakob applied himself to more than any other and right now, it was the only thing, which had kept him alive for the past few hours.

The dark forest was thinning now and Jakob was still running uphill, “Blast!” he thought to himself, it had been the forest, which had helped him to maintain the led on his pursuers, the horses finding it hard to navigate through the trees. The edge of the forest must be near, he had maybe another half hour maybe fifty minutes at the most he reckoned before it vanished entirely and the horses would catch up with him.

Jakob’s training within the circus like all the quieter, peaceful times of his life had been short lived, no sooner had he learnt the very basics from his master, war had descended upon the empire and the troupe had fled to the relative safety of mountains just east of Kislev, they had settled down one night when there came a series of inhuman bellowing from the surrounding hills. The troupe had huddled together in fear before they had been set upon by a large pack of bestial looking creatures, their faces twisted, savage and barely human. They fell upon the troupe ripping out great chunks of flesh with each hand and feverishly stuffing it into their mouths while their victims were still alive. Not for the first time in his life Jakob had been saved by his quick legs, outpacing the monsters, he could hear their fell breathing as they had given chase but he had not once looked back, nor slowed his pace until he collapsed for sheer exhaustion. When he awoke he was able to see for the first time his surroundings and realized that he had come on far further into the mountains (though at the time direction had been irrelevant, his only thought had been on escaping) he continued onwards into the mountains coming at length across a band of dwarfs, heading south to their strong hold. It was only when he chanced upon them that he realized just how tired and hungry he was and so begged for food and assistance. The Dwarfs gave him little more than a few scraps and told him that if he wanted more, or indeed rest then he would have to earn it working in their forges. Too tired to even argue or care, he had agreed and spent many long years working in the dwarfish blast furnaces on the very basic materials, most of the time he was simply used for fueling the fires. The dwarfs like many of the humans regarded him with distain and dislike yet at least they had the courtesy to ignore him rather than exacerbate the situation. At the age of seventeen, he finally left the furnaces and journeyed with a small party to Middenhiem in the hopes of making a name for himself as a blacksmith like his father had. He had chanced upon a very prestigious academy for the training of black smiths, the guild producing the weapons and armour of many noblemen, witch hunters, knights and even the elector counts it had been rumored. His years of work within the dwarfish furnaces had paid off however, his masters impressed by his endurance and tireless personality as he could work under conditions that caused most pupils to faint after half an hour or so. Popularity however always comes with a price attached and came in the form of one pupil named Malkai, son to a very wealthy nobleman, who took an instant dislike to Jakob, as it was clear their peers clearly thought him to be the most apt student at the academy.

The trees thinned even more now and despite the darkness, Jakob could see ahead of him, towards the top of the hill, from behind him he heard a high-pitched wizz as something sipped past his ear and hit a nearby tree in a shower of splinters. They were much closer than he had initially estimated and could clearly see him too; he forced his legs to work harder, to press on lest he be over run. If he could make it to the top of the hill at least then there might be a suitable ditch or cave on the opposite side he might hide in. If he could just make it then he might stand a chance. From behind him, he heard another shot go off and then stumbled forward as the bullet passed clean through his calf in a explosion of gore, he knew now that the chase would very soon be over and not in his favour.

Malkai had done his level best to drive Jakob from the academy with insults, sabotage and isolation, the other students rallying around Malkai for his great standing and wealth. Jakob had ignored this; hate, isolation and neglect had been such a large part of his life that Malkai’s attempts where little more than the stinging of a fly. Life continued much this way for the next three years, Jakob soon establishing himself as one of the academy’s best pupils, with a inexhaustible enthusiasm for his work, his shifts often running into the late hours of the night. Malkai on the other hand was getting by on little more than his parents wealth. Tragedy inevitably struck one day when the Grand master had burst into the mess hall as the students sat eating their breakfasts. A suit of armour he had been working one for the Emperor himself had gone missing and an immediate search was carried out which revealed the armour hidden in the rooms of none other than Jakob. In vain, he tried to argue his case, stating that he would never do such a thing, but his pleas fell on deaf ears, his possessions were sold, he was given more than one hundred lashes and finally cast out of the academy, in little more than rags with no money. Through the rain, his gaze met Malkai’s; he had smiled triumphantly and waved in a very patronizing manner, before the doors where slammed and Jakob’s world once more thrown into turmoil. Jakob felt the rage build up inside him, like a hot burning liquid, he rose to his feet and screamed in frustration, anger and hate. He screamed louder still, his throat threatening to burst under the effort, he was used to suffering but for the first time in his life, he had been pushed too far.

Jakob burst through the bracken and limped into the clearing atop the hill, it was much larger than he had suspected it would be, many large cairns and ancient stone tombs surrounded by wizened black oaks with claw like branches made up its surface. It must have been a very old site long forgotten as the stones were all but over grown with ivy and vines, tree roots too gripping and cracking the stones of the burrows in many places like old clawed hands. Jakob tired to press on towards the nearest of the cairns when a third shot rang out and the bullet passed clean through his side. As good a student as he was at ignoring pain he was now no longer able to keep going and fell forwards into the grass by the nearest cairn, he struggled to get up but all he managed to do was turn himself onto his back and lean against the ancient mound as the mob burst through into the clearing.

He had waited many long hours of Malkai, hidden down one of the darker alleyways staring at the tavern across the street like a cat watching a mouse; he knew this to be Malkai’s favorite watering hole as he would often come here instead working hard like Jakob had. He clenched his fist at the memory as the fury once more rose within him, why had he been treated so badly in life, what had he ever done to deserve such punishment, to witness such horror and cruel mistreatment?
Many hours passed and soon Malkai and his friends had arrived and entered, yet he fought back his temptation and waited. Many hours past and evening turned to night and then night to early morning, presently Malkai and his friends stumbled out, clearly inebriated. It was at this point that he threw off what had passed for a cape and stepped from the shadows to confront them. At first they laughed when the saw him, but upon catching the glimpse in his eyes they ran, Jakob gave chase and caught Malkai after little more than a few shaky steps. He tore off one of the arms on Malkai’s jacket and wrapped it tightly around his neck forcing him to one knee as Malkai gasped for air. “What do you want, money?” he had croaked
Jakob shook his head “Revenge” he said.
At this point Malkai had began to cry, he dropped his other knee and begged for his life to be spared. Jakob had felt sickened by this display and decided that he would not give this wretched creature one more moment of the life he did not disserve. He wrapped his hands tightly around Malkai’s throat cutting off his circulation and crushing his windpipe in seconds; he let the body go as it landed into the rain sodden path with a faint splash. It was only then that he realized how careless he had been, the street still with people in it, though drunk and they had all just witnessed his act of vengeance. He had then run for it heading out through the city’s main gate and off into the wild. That had been less than two weeks ago and since then he had, had no more than a few hours rest or more constantly having to move for fear of being discovered, though now finally the chase was truly over.

There were fewer men than Jakob had expected in total no more than four foot men each leading a large hound and one mounted on a large white charger, whose horse trotted towards him. “Is this the man?” he asked one of the beaters.
“Eye, milord that’s the one”
“I take it I am addressing the murdering dog Jakob?”
Jakob said nothing
“I am duke Edmund De shauxvlie, father of Malkai De shauxvlie.”
Jakob did not looked surprised as he had guessed as much
“A merry little chase you have led me indeed yet it ends here”
Jakob remained silent.
“Have you nothing to say for your crimes, do you wish to repent or beg for mercy?”
Jakob merely looked disgusted at the suggestion.
“What’s the matter thief, do you not posses a tongue, or are you hoping that your silence will ease your suffering and bring you a swifter death.”
“I am no thief,” Jakob said
De shauxvlie quickly withdrew a pistol and fired the shot passing through Jakob’s hand; he winced in pain but did not cry out.
“I suppose a thief is used to beatings” he said “Before you die however I have one question for you, what possessed you to rob me of my son, what ill had he ever done to you? My son was a good honest man, with a promising future ahead of him and if stealing a suit of armour destined for the emperor was not enough for you what in Sigmar’s name possessed you to kill him?”
“Your son” Jakob said with barely controlled anger “was a womanizer, a rapist, he never knew what it was to do a hard days work, he stole the armour and planted it in my room, he did not deserve to live.”
“Lies!” De shauxvlie shouted. “You would dare insult the mere memory of my son, with these untruths, let me assure you that you have spent long enough in this plain of existence, but I will promise you that as a last act of kindness I will see that in your last few hours you shall endure pain that would make even a flagellant cry in anguish and let me tell you that I shall enjoy every moment of it.”
The knuckles on Jakob’s good hand went white as he clenched it fiercely and in a voice full of barely controlled rage said, “I do NOT lie.”
De shauxvlie looked taken aback by this and the fierce look in Jakob’s eyes; even the footmen and their hounds took a step back, but only for a moment, there followed an uneasy pause.
“Burn the fire out of his eyes,” De shauxvlie said coldly.
One of the beaters stepped forward; laughing wickedly his hand outstretched holding the torch low. Suddenly the dogs, which had been struggling on their chains to get at Jakob whimpered and put their tails between their legs. The horse, which De shauxvlie had been ridding, whinnied in terror, before rearing up throwing him to the ground and running off into the darkness. De shauxvlie struggled to his feet brushing earth from his plate mail, “What is going on here, release the hounds?” The hounds having been freed likewise bolted away into the darkness. The men crowded around each other in a circle looking outwards in all directions. The tree branches moved in the wind making gentle rustling sounds, the winded whipped and howled as it ran around the cairns, the general sounds of the forest now sounding a lot louder and far more ominous. It reminded Jakob of his horrific encounter with the ghouls as a child in the mountains, he now found he was listening intently for that horrid breathing noise that they would make and wished more than ever now that he had the use of his legs. Seconds past as slowly as hours while the men waited terrified of what might happen should they relax their guards even for a split second.

Jakob tired to turn despite his pain to look towards the cairns; the shadows cast by the men’s torches were long and danced across cairns, trees and tombs as though they had a life of their own. The darkness seemed thicker now pressing in heavily upon the men threatening to put out their lights and engulf them. Jakob shivered the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up, he felt as though some evil was lurking within the shadows almost taking delight in their obvious terror, waiting to strike when it no longer found their situation amusing. Jakob looked at the men, they were far more terrified then the animals had been, the nearest man (the one who had tired to burn Jakob’s eyes out) was now as white as a linen and finally the terror became too much for him as he ran off into the darkness screaming for his life. “Come back you coward!” yelled De shauxvlie, one of the men suddenly gripped his wrist, “look! Over there,” Jakob strained to look but it was of no use as he had his back to the nearest cairn and the men were over on the opposite side of the clearing. “Do you see moving over by the tree on top of that tomb?”
“I see nothing” snapped De shauxvlie his courage beginning to return.
“I’m telling you there is something there!” the man shouted back louder “Moving just behind the tree”
“Enough of this!” shouted De shauxvlie “Let us finish the job and make an example of this murderer.”
“I’m not turning my back, not while that thing is within a hundred leagues of this place!”
De shauxvlie drew a pistol and pointed it straight at the man’s temple “You will do as you are ordered” he said coldly and in a rather unpleasant tone. The man straightened, but the second the pistol was lowered he ran as fast as he could in the same direction his comrade had gone, he got less than five steps from the circle of light before he fell. De shauxvlie’s pistol smoked and he threw it to one side before drawing another and turning his gaze towards the two beaters that were now left.
“Do you fancy the same fate?” he asked “Or will you do what you were hired to do and put a slow end to this miserable cur?” the men stepped forward still afraid of the shadows and the eerie mounds that littered this hill. Suddenly De shauxvlie turned white his hand quickly making the sign of Sigmar, “Sigmar preserve us!” he said in terror. Jakob turned to follow his gaze looking back upwards towards the very cairn he was resting against. On the top of the cairn, kneeling on what passed for knuckles was a great bat like creature, it was huge in size and black as night except for two evil glowing green cat like eyes and a mouth full of razor sharp fangs. In an explosion of speed, it leapt from the cairn swiping the throat out of the nearest man and impaling the second on its talons. De shauxvlie managed to regain some control and raise his pistol firing at the creature which all the effectiveness of a child’s catapult against a rampaging elephant. The creature walked towards De shauxvlie, who was feverishly trying to reload his pistol, it walked calmly and slowly only stopping when its face was level with his. He stared wide eyed, mouth open in horror he wanted to scream but was completely paralyzed with terror, the creature snarled before planting its long taloned hand through his plate mail and heart, like a hot knife through butter. It lifted him high into the air drawing him close to its face before biting him in the neck and draining his body of blood, it then threw the corpse to one side with ease before turning to face Jakob and then walked towards him. Jakob wanted to scream but instead found himself beginning to laugh, this surprised the monster as looked puzzled. Jakob laughed even harder despite the pain it caused him, the vampire lunged forward snarling and scooped him up around the neck drawing his face close to its.
“Silence!” it roared it a dark beast like voice.
Jakob laughed even harder, now completely uncontrollable until the tears began to run down his face, he looked wild and mad, but in his eyes, there was a glimpse of a terrible sanity. The vampire continued to hold him close, then its features changed too, from a snarling evil into a wicked smile and then it began to laugh. Jakob was still laughing even as the creature sank its fangs into his neck, he continued to laugh even when he felt a thick fluid, which burned like hot tar pass into his mouth and down his throat.

He fell to the grass like a fish out of water desperately gasping for air and floundering as the felt the burning fluid spread with through his veins and arteries, traveling as slowly yet as unstoppable as the march of time itself. He gasped as he felt his lungs become gripped by the fluid and stop working. His whole body felt as though afire and desperately tried to move his arms and legs in a vain attempt to remove his clothing and cool down. Presently he became aware of being lifted up and carried off, to where he was unable to guess as even his site became clouded. He was laid down upon a stone floor and continued to convulse as he tried to force his limbs to co-operate, he watched as his left hand began to elongate and he felt a terrible pain in his chest as his rib cage began to split and widen, never before in his life had he known a pain like this. The pain and heat of the burning fluid had now spread to all his body save only his heart, but even now, he could feel it moving slowly but surely toward the center of his chest. He could feel his heart beating away like a manic six year old child on a toy drum set, thumping hard against his chest as though it were trying to break free and escape, but presently it began to slow down, first to its normal rate then to a crawl and then it stopped completely. He lay still on the floor where he had been left completely bewildered, though the burning heat was subsiding the pain was still excruciating. From the shadows he became aware of movement, horrible bestial creatures moving in and out of the moonlight that surrounded him, Ghouls!, he had to get out, he had to goad his body into movement, he struggled to move but then relaxed, they were keeping their distance, they were afraid of him.

Many hours later and after much contortion, he found he was able to move again, he sat up and raised himself shakily to his feet, Ghouls scattering to place even more distance between themselves and him. Despite the darkness everything appeared as bright as day, he found his senses seemed exceptionally heightened, he could hear the dripping of water as loud as hail on a tin roof and the squeaking of tiny mice like the bark of a great dog. He could see a pool just in front of him and feeling very thirsty staggered over to it falling to both knees so he could scoop up great handfuls of it. He paused however, hands not even half way to the water before he roared in horror, the reflection in the water was grotesque and twisted parody of man, bat, wolf and many other foul creatures. He turned in fury looking around the crypt and became aware of one tomb, which had its lid in place, in pure anger he lunged at it, unsurprised at how easy he was able to lift the stone slab and toss it across the room. He grabbed the slumbering vampire within and wrenched it close to his face “What have you done to me!” he screamed.
The vampire looked totally unsurprised “Given you a second chance” it said.
Jakob was puzzled by this and let go. “Feeling hungry?” the vampire asked
Jakob then remembered how little he had, had to eat or drink in the last six days, he nodded
“Then let us eat.”

This post has been edited by rikard on Apr 16 2007, 03:55 PM


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rikard
Posted: Mar 31 2007, 07:07 AM


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Part 2

The door shook violently on its hinges as if struck by a battering ram, the guards backed away from it, raising their spears feverishly lest the doors magical properties fail and the beast within break free. One man turned about to flee the scene back up the stairs and away, but large figure in full armour blocked his way, a large sword in one hand.
“Hold your ground, or die those are the masters orders and you will obey it to the letter, understand?”
The man nodded his head and slowly without turning backed down the stairs. The figure steped smartly down and gave each man a chilly and calculating look one by one. Fear, its scent hung thick and sticky in the air, did the master honestly expect these poor fools to contain the creature when they couldn’t even hold a spear without it shaking. He gazed at the door as it shook from yet another blow, plaster dust raining down from its hinges, he must have admitted that he was impressed, the beast had been imprisoned for little more than five days but had not given up its desire to escape or its persistence in trying to defeat the doors magiks, not stopping its ceaseless barrage for night or day. Slowly he approached the door and pressed one side of his face against it listening intently, all was quiet as the grave itself within not so much as even a drop of water could be heard. He reacted just a split second too late as the door lunged forward against its lock and hinges throwing him backwards through wooden support beam. One of the guards rushed over to help him up but he recovered quickly, “Don’t just stand there! Keep your weapons close at hand.” He brushed the debris off his armour “Impressive” he thought clearly the door had little strength left and would soon be overcome; the master should be notified immediately, but first…
The armoured figure gave a shout and a dozen similarly armoured figures appeared at the top of the stairs, their armour was as black as the night and they wore thick long helms which concealed their faces. “Now then” he said "I don’t think I need remind any of you of the master’s orders for a third time, but I shall endeavour to make matters as clear as possible, try to run and these fine fellows will feed you to the monster themselves.” With that he turned and advanced quickly up the stairs out of the dungeon and towards his master’s tower.

Jakob remembered much of his new life with an unerring clarity, he remembered how much his body had been racked with pain during the transformation, he remembered how easily to he had leapt from tree top to tree top following his master and he remembered more clearly than anything else his first taste of blood.

The vampire landed softly in the tree next to Jakob, he extended a single digit and pointed down into the clearing below “Down there” it had said. Jakob looked despite the cloudy night and the thickness of the darkness all was as clear as day to him and he could make out clearly a small shepherd child and a flock of sheep. “What?” he said almost completely aghast “You wished for sustenance and I have brought you to it” said the vampire simply “Now eat!”.
Jakob starred for a moment as though fighting with some inner demon “I can’t” he said at length.
“Very well” said the vampire who suddenly leaped with exception speed landing just meters from where the boy was sitting, the child having seen the vampire gave a scream of terror and ran. He got little more than a few feet before the vampire’s claw like foot pinned him to the cold earth. He chuckled before scooping the child up with one hand a turning it this way and that, examining the boy as one might a leg of lamb. Jakob landed with an explosion of earth “STOP!” he roared.
“Why?” said the vampire.
“You can’t, it’s not right”
“Not right” the vampire said thoughtfully as if he had never heard the phrase before. The child had ceased its squirming and was now sobbing in a low voice, the tears pouring down its face.
“Rain falls on the wicked and virtuous, weeds and flowers grow in the same fields and all things need to feed. There is no wrong or right only what must be.”
With that the vampire bit deep into the Childs neck nearly severing the head and drank deep, crimson running down its jaws and chest freely.
“NO!” screamed Jakob as he leapt forward at the vampire, talons raised, his eyes burning with hatred. The vampire turned far quicker than Jakob had ever seen it move and struck him a blow which sent him crashing to the earth, he slid a few feet and tried to raise himself up, but the vampire was already on top of him pinning him to the earth.
“Very impressive” it said menacingly “I chose well in making you, but you would do well to remember that even though your strength and speed far surpasses any human you are just a fledgling new to flight and by no means invincible my young thrall.”
Jakob struggled frenziedly trying to get up “I’ll kill you!” he screamed.
“Such anger” said the vampire impressed “Such hatred but you must learn to control it, irrational blows are often uncontrolled, clumsy and miss and in battle you can never afford to miss.”
Jakob continued to struggle but the fire was already beginning to go from his eyes, the heat of the moment passing. “Consider this” the vampire continued “If, I had left the child go, then what? Would he have gone home happy and content, don’t be a fool. He would have told the villages of our presence we would have been hunted down, perhaps even ambushed while we dozed during the heat of the day. Food would be far harder to come by forcing us to eat from corpses and few things are less pleasant than drinking from cold body. There are many things you need to learn my young thrall and rationality, control and consequence are but a few of them.”
The vampire removed its great weight from Jakob and helped him up “He was just a child though, young innocent.”
“Innocent” snorted the vampire “The world is full of innocents and even more of the guilty. Humans number many and ours are few, one Strigoi life is worth many thousands of human lives. You ate meat while you where still a man did you not? Yet did you feel guilt or remorse for the animal’s death? No. Soon you will learn that humanity are little more than cattle, true men have done many great and noble things, but with what? A giant beast to ride into battle power magiks, suits of impenetrable armour and weapons of immense might. Take those away from them and they are as naked and defenceless as they where the day they where born. Our might and strength of arms is far greater than theirs only we have no giant beast of war, no enchanted weapons or Dwarf craft suits of armour, we fight as we are made, embrace your destiny for you are death itself!”
With that the vampire handed him the still gently twitching body, Jakob could smell the blood and it smelt sweeter than all the finest cakes and dishes in the world, he realised he was beginning to salivate. He took a step forward and in a lightening movement grabbed one of the nearby sheep and sunk his fangs deep into its throat draining it within a few seconds. The vampire grinned then laughed loudly “Not quite what I was hoping for but it’s a start. Remember Jakob above all else never to resist the senses they only want to keep you alive.”

The armoured figure tapped softly on his master’s door, he knew from mistakes of previous servants that to burst into his master chambers unannounced and without permission was to invite swift death. “Enter” said a deep voice with all the foreboding of death itself. He entered slowly, closed the door and removed his helmet. His long silver hair flowed down across his armour and he stood to attention, his pale face expressionless. In front of his was a large and very high walled room with many ancient tapestries, a large royal bed several impressive sofas a large portrait on the far wall and a long desk with a high backed chair against facing it. His master was busy looking documents on the table and did not bother to turn round to face his guest. “I gather things go ill with the door?”
“Yes master” he said shortly.
“Most impressive I must say” said the master.
“Would you have me do with regards to the situation milord?”
“Nothing” said the master plainly.
“Beg pardon lord, nothing?”
“Yes, nothing, I have every confidence in your skills Marquis none of my previous students have lasted even half the time you have. On the other hand…” he said thoughtfully “Should you prove.... ill fated, then perhaps the beast will provide me with the first decent bit of sport that I have not had in many a year.” At the master swung he chair back with such speed that it surprised even Marquis “Yes…” he said again “Very interesting sport.” he paused for a few seconds’ fingers folded. “Report back to me at two thirty if you are still engaged in combat then I feel that I may have to cancel our agreement and find a new apprentice.”
Marquis swallowed hard, the thought of “agreement cancellation” was not easy to misinterpret. He bowed low and proceeded to the door closing it behind him carefully. He then advanced quickly down the stairs towards the dungeon with as much pace as he dared in such a large suit of armour. From below him he heard an explosion as the door finally gave way and the sounds of battle from below.

Jakob had been by this stage under the tuition of his master for several months now, already he had learned much about the history of his ancestors and indeed the first of their kind. He was beginning to understand exactly what his master had ment by “control” he may not have been able to get to grips with flight despite the ease at which his master was able to swoop and soar with all the grace of an eagle, but that didn’t bother him, the progress he had made was mainly in his strength of arms. He first noticed this some weeks back when they ambushed a caravan , the men in this region are suppositious and the coach was made of armour so thick it would have stayed even a bear. Jakob had paused waiting to hear his master suggestions, but he had merely leapt into the nearest tree and sat on one of the branches waiting for a demonstration. Jakob had pulled apart the coach as though it were made of paper, he had left the humans alive though (until his master had killed them all). In fact that was the one thing which still disappointed his master was that Jakob still had not drank from a single human even one already dead. Night after quiet night had always seemed the same as the months flowed past at a phenomenal rate until Jakob neither knew nor cared about time or its affects as he remained unchanged while others grew old and fell by the way side. One night however as Jakob rose from his coffin something felt different everything was unusually quiet, the all too common sounds of the night where gone, it was as though the very forest itself was dead. As he rose and stretched his back no matter how he had managed to adapt to the changes of undeath he would never get used to the crampt conditions of his coffin. His master was already awake crouched like a great stone gargoyle at the opposite end of the Barrow. He didn’t move an inch but Jakob could hear or more accurately sense his thoughts, he was worried and that terrified Jakob. In all his tuition and time spent with his master he had never known him to show any emotion other than cruel savagery, but now things where very different. The master didn’t even raise his eyes but he knew Jakob to be there.
“Do you hear it my young apprentice?”
“I hear nothing master”
“I hear it, war is coming the forest has fallen silent, the animals know it and have fled. Can you feel the air it is the calm before the storm and when it breaks we must be ready to weather it.”
“Who is it master?”
“Our other kin sundered from us long ago they come in vast forces and they come for us”

Marquis ran down the flights of stairs and leapt with cat like grace over the balcony cutting out the last flight of stairs. The scene around him was that of a massacre, broken bits of armour and bodies littered the floor and the door likewise lay in pieces across the floor. Marquis drew his sword in a flash and stalked into the center of the mayhem, he stood as though made of stone his senses alert. He paused for what seemed like an eternity half expecting an attack; he could hear the squeaking of the mice within the wooden beams, the vibration of the wind outside travelling through the stones, he could even feel the flickering and dancing of the candles flame on the back of his head. He remained stead fast until the silence was shattered by an explosion of sound as the castles Draw Bridge was flung down. He ran out to the front gate. The draw bridge remained as it had been left with the exception of gigantic hole as though a beast of Ogre proportions had smashed its way through and out into the night. Without pausing he grabbed a shield off the nearby wall and disappeared into the darkness. For a few moments all was still and quiet within the keep as the rain blew in through the hole in the drawbridge and across the floor. Slowly a large bat like shape unfolded itself from the ceiling and dropped to the floor before leaping neatly through the hole out into the night and after Marquis.


Part 3 soon to come.


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Posted: Mar 31 2007, 05:04 PM


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That's pretty good. Some grammar and spelling errors but it wouldn't be you without them wink.gif. Looking forward to part three.


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Posted: Apr 6 2007, 06:50 PM


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Part 3

The night was dark, in fact much darker than seemed normal; the moon was nowhere to be seen as if the darkness had swallowed it and the stars. However there was a tension in the air that sent the fur on Jakob’s back standing on end, it felt almost as though a powerfully storm was brewing threatening to rip the skies and the land itself apart when it broke. The master had been unusually quite and Jakob had not seen or even felt his presence within the last few days. Jakob had found himself wondering far from the crypt often stalking the hills and ancient cliff paths far from his resting place. He paused on the top of one, a tall jagged pillar of stone, he liked it here, the giant teeth like stones helped to break up the surroundings and hide him well amongst the darkness, here and nowhere else he was invisible. It rained heavily the drops falling needle like from the heavens as they smashed into the already drenched landscape. He felt it splash all over his body and run down his back and face, falling like the many tears he could never again cry. He allowed his gaze to wonder over the landscape resting here and there from pine tree to broken crag, until it found something that was alien to the landscape, an armoured company. He focused his red eyes looking carefully at each individual in turn, weighing him up examining the weapons carried and the armour for any weak spots that could be exploited. Many of the figures where certainly human, there faces clearly visible, though unlike the armoured convoys that past through this region they didn’t look nervous or in the least bit uncomfortable, maybe they knew what they were dealing with. His eyes moved on, there was a unit of heavily armoured knights wearing thick black armour that hide their faces and bodies. When they moved it was odd, almost animated he starred harder looking at the visors and seeing glowing pinpoints of light which past for eyes; so these where clearly not human. At the head of the company where two richly armoured men both carrying shields which bore a dragons head, the first wore no helm and his long silver hair flowing freely in the wind. The second figure however was much different, his face hidden by a great helm shaped like the open mouth of a dragon, Jakob found his eyes beginning to itch as he starred too long at him. The figure said nothing but raised his sword slowly pointing it in the direction of Jakob’s crypt and with that the men and knights led by the second figure marched forwards.

Marquis continued to run at great speed through the forest branches and twigs whipping and snapping of his armoured form. He ran as though his very life depended on it pushing forward faster and faster intent on catching the beast, all the while his mind working hard on his knowledge and skills on how to overtake his opponent. He reached a clearing and then stopped dead, the beast wasn’t running from him it was drawing him far from the castle into the wild away from the familiar surroundings of the castle and into the more favourable surroundings of the forest. He paused in the center and closed his eyes; he felt his scences heighten as the wind around him seemed to slow to a non existent crawl, the trees quietened as their branches stopped blowing, and his hair slowed and then froze in the air. All was quite and peaceful and the world around him as dead as the grave, he remained unmoving and quiet listening to the world around him. With an explosion of earth the beast collided with the earth behind him and howled its defiance at him, Marquis smiled and felt the world returned to normal as he swung his sword arm up and spun around ready for the beast to charge.

Jakob knew many ways back to his liar and all of them much quicker than the route the fools had taken, he felt almost sick at the stupidity they where showing, the idiots didn’t even bother to move quietly the tramping of their heavy armoured feet blocking out all other sounds of the night. Without another thought he sprang away into the night leaping from tree to tree and covering great distances with each bound. He reached crypt shortly entering cautiously just in case, his concern however was un-necessary as the tomb was empty, without a second thought he made for the shadows and simply vanished. He heard a voice behind him, soft yet full of malice. “Do not hesitate, these worthless fools would slay us as we slept if we gave them opportunity, they barely even deserve a quick death.”

The men entered the crypt quickly fanning out yet keeping close together and placing as much distance as possible between themselves and the shadows. “Empty sir” said a tall man who was clearly the sergeant. “Excellent sergeant, though I do not doubt your skills I myself am less then certain.” as he spoke there was an inhuman bellowing as twisted inhuman beasts leapt at the men from the shadows, before they had a chance to react one of the men was dragged down, the ghouls tearing at anything they could grip as he was torn apart. The men however reacted quickly, forming a circle around the captain, their swords and shields facing the ghouls. Their bloody meal over the ghouls sprang towards the men, though their attacks were ferocious, they were also clumsy, bouncing harmlessly off shields and armour. The men struck back their blades biting deep into grey flesh as the ghouls where quickly overcome. “Hold your formation!” shouted the captain “The fight has not yet begun” the men accordingly held their ground and seconds past slowly like hours. “Captain all is clear” said the sergeant, “Drop your guard and you will die, fool” the men did not dispute this and kept their guard up. Many minutes had now past and nothing had happened “Captain I must insist all is cle…”
“Must you sergeant? Well I beg to differ you will hold the line, understood?”
The sergeant turned white and swallowed “Yes sir” he said at length.
The men now for the first time began to look uneasy, cold sweat visible on their fore heads; one man near the front lowered his shield slightly so as to whip his fore head. With an explosion of speed the master leapt from the shadows decapitating the man before he even had time to react. He tore through the men with an unholy speed limbs and heads flying in all directions as the ground around him ran crimson. Jakob dropped bat like from the roof attacking the rear with equal furiosity, he felt how easily his talons pushed through armour and the lightest bow was capable of to severing an arm. Yet all the while he heard his masters voice in his head “Do not pity them nor show any mercy they would slay you as you sleep if they where given the chance.” The sergeant lunged forward and with all his might plunged his sword deep into Jakob’s leg. Jakob roared in pain as he felt a burning hate rise within him, it was hotter and more painful than any mortal would be able to endure. His vision turned red and he fought with an unimaginable fury caring only that he struck accurately enough to ensure his enemies would never rise to their feet again. He fought until only the sergeant was left shattering his feeble metal stick with a single blow, the man was white with fear and desperately trying to back away from the fight. Jakob approached and struck three times the first severing he mans left arm at the shoulder, the second cutting his right leg away at the hip and finally the third slashing the man across the chest. Despite his injuries the sergeant was still alive moaning in pain as his life fluid mixed with the dark earth under his body. Without thinking Jakob grabbed him by his one remaining arm and drained him before throwing what was left of his body across the room, this was the first time he had tasted human blood and he enjoyed it.

The beast collided with Marquis, the blow shattering his shield and flinging Marquis across the clearing. It chuckled in a low deep voice, Marquis pushed his hair out of his face and snarled “That is the only hit I will permit you creature” he said. The beast bared its talons and roared. With inhuman speed Marquis sprang to his feet and flew through the air his sword cleaving a deadly sweep, the beast leapt backwards with cat like grace though not quick enough, a deep gash running from shoulder to rib cage. It paused clearly in a lot of pain and gazed at the wound in horror, Marquis’s blade glowed evilly in the moon light “What’s the matter creature isn’t the wound healing?” said Marquis with a grin on his face. The beast raised itself unsteadily to its feet clearly its wound causing it much pain, Marquis pressed his advantage leaping at the beast and swinging his sword expertly. The beast now far less agile had little choice but to attempt to block the flurry of blows, it struck faster than Marquis however, raking its great talons across Marquis’s armour, though with limited effect clearly the armour was enchanted the talons not even leaving a scratch, Marquis retaliated with unmatched skill a blow to his leg sent it to one knee, a second dislocating a great shoulder. Marquis stood back examining his beaten foe. “Pathetic monster you provide no real sport, why the master insisted on bringing you back to the castle I will never know, not that it matters now though, that our lines are even related I find difficult to believe, one so noble and one little more than a twisted abomination”. Marquis stepped forward and raised his sword ready to deliver the killing blow.

Jakob roared as the blood coursed through his veins like fire fuelling his strength and vitality it was sweeter than anything he could have imagined and more filling too. He paused savouring the moment before he turned, the men where now little more than piles of bleeding limbs, only the captain now remained unmoved from where he was when the fight started. He gave a few sweeps of his blade before lunging at the master. The master dodged expertly before catching the captain’s sword arm in a vice like grip, twisting roughly snapping the man’s feeble arm and throwing him across the crypt. The captain clutched desperately at his mangled limb as the master strode forward, he placed one foot on the captains chest pinning him to the floor “Am I supposed to be impressed human?” he asked.
“No” said a voice at the entrance “merely stupid enough to fall for this diversion” at the entrance stood the two armoured men Jakob had seen in the clearing. The unmasked one stood at the rear yet at the front the taller had finally removed his dragon helm to reveal the face of a man in his fifties with burning red eyes. “You monster! You promised me eternal life!” screamed the captain. There was a blur so fast that even the master was surprised a dagger protruded from his armoured chest. “Did I? Then I must have forgotten” the tall figure had now drawn a blood red sword and pointed it at the masters throat “I grow tired of you monsters poaching the live stoke in my realm, did you really think you could continue in such a fashion without arousing my suspicion let alone my wrath?”
“A challenge!” he said sword pointing directly at the Masters throat.
The master bared his fangs and leapt beast like straight at the vampire, his talons deflected off the sword in a shower of sparks. The vampire was exceptionally skilled and expertly parried every trust, every blow and every manoeuvre with unerring accuracy, his sword becoming an extension of his arm; he practically danced around the master blows. It then occurred to him that the vampire didn’t actually do very much, he seemed only concerned with dodging the oncoming blows; the master crouched low and lunged forward both claws stabbing forwards at the vampires chest, there was a sound of scrapping metal and the vampire feel to his knees. The master staggered backwards clutching at deep wound to his side and spitting blood, the vampire rose too his feet and gazed triumphantly at them.
“Run” The master said softly and in a far off voice
Jakob sprang up and through the roof of the crypt in a hail of crumbling stones. He raced off not caring for direction only speed, though the wound in his leg severely hindered him, he felt the hate begin to rise within him once again as a voice echoed in his head “Remember my young thrall they are weak, clinging to their feeble existence, we fight with talon and fang no magic suites or armour or weapons to protect us, take these from them and they are naked, we and we alone are the true children of the night.”
Jakob roared in anger and turned heading back to the barrow before he was struck an almighty blow from behind, he collapsed into the mud and was only able to half turn his head. Standing over him was the other vampire his silver hair following in the night. Jakob snarled and the figure raised his sword.
“No!” said a voice.
The Master vampire appeared suddenly but was looking at his apprentice. “The beast is badly wounded Marquis and provides you with no real sport in such a condition, have the men take it back to the castle, lock it in the lowest dungeon and when it has healed I feel you shall have a more worthy fight on your hands.”
Marquis bowed as his master left, he then turned, struck Jakob with the hilt of his sword and all turned dark.

The beast roared and sprang up with unnatural speed, its right arm punched towards Marquis Chest as the sword arm came down hard towards the neck. Marquis paused as he saw the blood drip gently down the beasts face and he smiled. “Why?” he asked. The beast grinned and twisted sharply wrenching Marquis’ sword arm out of its socket, Marquis stared at the rent in his armour and the blood now flowing crimson from it. The beast took a step back and Marquis collapsed to both knees coughing blood. He looked up his face full of hate and loathing.
“Why can’t I kill you?” he asked through gritted teeth.
“Because you still cling to your humanity, I let mine go a long time ago” said Jakob.
Without another seconds thought he sliced Marquis Head clean off its neck with a single blow, he grabbed the body and raised it high tipping it so the vampires blood flowed freely into his open mouth. Slowly the wound across Jakob’s chest began to close, his shoulder popped back into place with a snap and his eyes began to burn red. Jakob flung the body away and collapsed to his knees as the vampires life blood coursed through his every vein, it seemed to awaken every part of his being it as his body surged with new and raw power it made humans blood seem like water in comparison. Jakob savoured the moment but all too soon it was gone. He looked back towards the castle and smiled grimly although the time was not yet right, it didn’t matter he had all the time in the world.


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Thee Forsaken One
Posted: Apr 6 2007, 11:22 PM


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That was pretty good. Some of the grammar was off and there were a couple of typos but apart from that the story is really good. Looking forward to the next part.


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Posted: Apr 16 2007, 03:55 PM


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Part 4

The vampire staggered backwards its face a mask of pain and bewilderment; it barred its fangs and screamed its defiance but to no avail, the Witch hunter smote its head with a final crushing blow and the vampire was no more. The figure was then approached by two armoured men, both of which had recently seen battle, their armour stained and scratched and both where out of breath.
“Sigmar be praised” said the first “Never have I seen any mortal best such a monster, yet you make a mockery of its abilities, how is the possible?”
The Witch hunter looked rather coldly at the men before wiping the remaining dusk off his hammer; he raised it and held it out for inspection. “Look” he said “Do you know what makes this hammer so deadly?”
Both men looked hard for any evidence of Dwarfish runes or magical markings but neither could find any, as one they shook their heads.
“Pray tell us lord” said the first.
“I do” he replied, “There is naught mystical or magical about this hammer, it bears no runes of power nor was it gifted unto me by Sigmar himself, a weapon is only as deadly as the hand that wields it and the most powerful of artefacts in the hands of the mightiest warrior can never best even a blunt instrument in the hands of a true believer. If you are to learn anything from today then know this” he pointed at the large pile of dust “This was my seventeenth slain vampire, some are harder than others to kill and some have scared me” at this he indicated a large scar running from his collar bone to his lower torso “yet for all their power and cunning they have all died, they grew overconfident and in doing so careless, they surround themselves with legions of the undead and items of unholy power, yet they are weak fear gnaws at them, the fear of death that no creature can truly escape and so it is their undoing. Let go of your fear and doubt and you become stronger than they.”
The two men bowed out of respect before the witch hunter as he turned and left the room. The two men looked as one man in awe of what they had both witnessed before second one ran after the hunter. Despite his weariness and injuries he ran through the castle, down many flights of stairs and finally out into the courtyard where the witch hunter was mounting a large dark horse. “Wait!” he shouted, the hunter paused “What now, what of the other vampires will you leave us now and where will you go?” he asked.
“Their master is no more, they have fled far from here and I must pursue them, after that we shall see for chances are my hammer will be needed else where.”

The bandits sat around the fire as close as they dared, this was not because the night was particularly cold, but rather that it pressed in on them like a great beast ready to pounce should they stray too far from the light. It had been a good week the coaches had been regular and their timing predictable and so the pickings had been exceptionally rich. However despite the night the mood around the fire was not a pleasant one things had not gone according to plan ever since one of the groups had held up a black coach driven by jet black horses. There had been a fight and only one member of the group had returned, in a severe state of shock and missing an eye. All he had brought with him was a black amulet which seemed to exude darkness, Olaf the leader of the band had not looked at it for too long as it made his eyes sting, yet the fool and had not been able to throw it away either, it was clearly magically but to what ends no-one knew nor dared to guess. Stranger even than this various members of the band had been disappearing with the regularity of at least one member a night since the heist. No cries had been heard nor body or even a sign of struggle could be found it was for this reason more than any other now that the men crowded round the fire as the night pressed in. The youngest member of the band named Torvold had been the one present at the raid and he was now more than ever wishing he had thrown the amulet on the ground and run for his life, he rubbed at the grey cloth which served as a bandage and kept playing over in his mind why he had been so stupid. He looked across the fire to Olaf who sat there fingering the amulet and wished the fool would get rid of it, a boom from over head now dampened the bandits moral further, wood was running low and now with the threat of rain one or more men would have to leave to go looking for fire wood. Torvold looked bitterly at Olaf who seemed to read his thoughts and come to the same conclusion; slowly he got up and placed the amulet in one pocket. “We need fire wood, if it rains there’s not enough here to see us till morning” none of the bandits said a word as one they starred at the fire trying to ignore Olaf’s gaze.
“How about you?” he pointed straight at Torvold.
“Why me? You know what will happen if any of us go off alone do your own dirty work”
Olaf ignored the insult but said in a nasty tone “Then take someone with you lad”
“No” said Torvold resolutely
Olaf whipped out his pistol and fired the bullet punching through Torvold’s chest “I don’t want any arguments you hear me?!” he snapped “you want the same treatment?” he asked pointing his pistol at the another young member, the youth shook his head “Then get going” The youth quickly scrambled off into the darkness small branches lapping off his face and body as he searched desperately for any wood he could use, the quicker he found some the quicker he could get back to the safety of the fire. He came to a large tree and found around its base many old dry branches, he feverishly began to gather them up. His arms full he turned to go back to the fire when he heard a snap of twig under foot and froze in horror.

“Where is that boy?!” snarled Olaf getting angry “he’s been gone a good fifteen minutes” one of the bandits snorted “That’s assuming he’ll come back at all” Olaf spun to face the speaker
“You got something to say?”
“He’s dead or worse” the speaker said again.
Olaf drew another pistol “You want to go and check on him or would you like to call it quits right now?”
“Gentlemen please” said a new voice, the bandits as one turned to face the darkness, a very tall man stood just outside the fire light, a great robe clinged to his body so that only his face was showing. “Ah, now that I have your attention I believe you have something of great value which belongs to me”

The following was posted in the town square of Lavistod 3 days later.

Trouble in Darkwood.
The Darkwood has long been known as a place of darkness and evil ever since the great and dread wyampire Nelkitos was believed to cast dark magiks said to kill and raise every living creature many hundreds of years ago. However in recent times it has been known as a place of bandits and cut-throats lead by one large band the Darkwood gang. Yesterday eve however local authorities have discovered the gang’s hideout and along with the mortal remains of the gang itself. It is believed that the gang where waylaid by a bear or other creature of similar stature and strength due to the wounds inflicted. However the authorities are puzzled on one aspect, the gang was well armed with both swords and pistols yet all swords where found within their sheaths and not one shot had been fired as all pistols where found full loaded. We will provide you with more information when we receive any.

The men descended in stern silence and in a very gingerly fashion for three reasons, one the stair way was dark, old and the steps underneath crumbly and wet. The way down was very old and clearly long forgotten as there was much evidence of plant life clinging to the walls and ceiling. It would have been more accurate to describe the pathway as more of a cave due to the wetness and stalactites and stalagmites that often frequent the passage. As they descended down even further these became much more of an occurrence; however the third and greatest reason for their caution was their mission. Each man held on his person some form of trinket or good luck charm to ward off evil, yet even down here they could not help but feel small, insignificant and very alone. Soon the tiny passage way stopped going down and opened into a wide cavern, stone had been shaped here to form houses pillars and pathways that seemed to lead off in several directions, this had clearly been a Dwarf hold long ago but all was dark and in ruin now. The men paused to briefly consult a map before choosing a pathway and continuing, here and there now new objects where added to the landscape, crumbling statues, ruined by time or defaced by unknown hands. One of the men paused in alarm and silently ushered his companions over with a wave of his hand, “Look” he whispered, in front of him was a crude triangle made out of three bits of wood which overlapped each other. The leader of the party glanced only briefly before his arm flew for his sword “Skaven!” he hissed, movement caught his eye over by one of the building as he turned just in time to see a dark shape retreat into the shadow. Another drew his gaze again to the widow in the building above him. He drew back and towards the center placing as much distance between himself and anything that could be used to hide behind. The other men likewise followed and drew their swords all of them standing back to back now suspiciously eyeing the shadows. “We have no choice now it seems they where ready for us we will have to fight our way out” the movement within the shadows now grew in numbers as twisted parodies of man began to move from the darkness, bearing filthy teeth and sludge covered claws. “Ghouls” said the leader in disgust “this will be harder than I thought; we must stay together if we are to escape and we must move quickly before they call their master.” With that one of the stalactites unfolded itself and dropped from the roof right on top of the men scattering them as the ghouls charged. The leader picked himself up from where he had been thrown and looked back in horror, all his men where dead or worse being eaten alive, the ghouls’ filthy claws now crimson with gore. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him but had not got far when an iron hard claw seized him around the neck and slowly lifted him off his feet and turned him until he was brought face to face with the vampire which snarled angrily at him.
“Please!” he begged “Don’t kill me!”
Jakob looked at the man, he saw the sword, the blessed icons and items used for destroying the undead, he had seen enough.
Jakob dropped the startled man and sprang up to the ceiling and watched as the Ghouls closed round him “Never ask for mercy when you don’t intend to show any yourself” he said. The man looked at Jakob in horrified realisation as the ghouls leapt on him and tore him apart. Jakob paused for a while deep in thought, this was the first attempt on his life in many months, he leapt over to the bloody remains of one of the men the Ghouls scattering out of his path on the robe there was a symbol of a Wolf’s head in a circle. Jakob snarled angrily only a vampire would use humans to do its dirty work, the time for hiding had now passed.

A booming knock shook the castle’s doors, slowly as though from a silent command they opened revealing a dark figure out lined in the light of the moon. He stalked into the hallway and passed down a passageway into a large empty ball room, dusk sheets lay everywhere covering various bits of furniture. The figure paused in the centre of the room a sighed deeply, the candles on the walls flickered into life at the signal of some unheard order.
“Home at last!” he murmured “It seems like many an age since I last walked these halls, the dust lies thick upon my heirlooms, the halls are silent, the house is dark, my servants long gone, bandits stalk my woods and the ignorant are allowed to police my lands.” He said with malice, he threw off one of the sheets revealing an ancient and exquisite looking sofa scattering dust everywhere before sitting down. “Yet… the crypts are full, my enemies unsuspecting and full of fear….I will reclaim what is mine and the filth that has dared to trespass on my lands and govern my affairs shall pay dearly.” With that he stormed from the room, the night was young and much needed to be achieved before dawn arrived.

The night took a turn for the worse the wind and rain as one hammered down upon the cold hard ground reducing the pathways to black slime and slowed the passage of the highway coach. The men inside rechecked their pistols the atmosphere was ominous, each man’s face fixed with a stern gaze as each repeatedly examined pistols, swords, daggers and other weapons. On the Perch sat the coachman, tugging tightly on his cloak to prevent the wind stealing it from him, he starred past the raindrops which feel from his hat and off into the distance. They had been on the road for only a few hours so far and they still had many miles left before they reached the town, it was still so far away that he could not even see the lights. With his right hand he gripped even tighter at his cloak and with his left he felt the reassuring weight of the pistol beneath is cloak. Why had he volunteered for this mission? He barely remembered himself, true the reward would be rich should any of them survive, but he would gladly see the journey completed without sign or sound of any creature pay or no pay. The coach suddenly drew to a halt, the coach man quickly drew his pistol and strained his eyes in an attempt to pierce the darkness, a little way ahead of the coach lay a large boulder, blocking the way. The coach man rapped on the roof top “Hey lads, we’re in trouble there’s a boulder blocking the road give me a hand we need to move it.” The door opened slowly and one by one the men filed out, one approached the coach man who was already examining the boulder. “Its no good we can’t go around, there’s not enough room, we must move it.”
“This is bad bit of luck but I agree the sooner we move it the sooner we can continue onwards, I don’t like this one little bit and I feel that this boulder is not here by chance alone” he turned to the other men and spoke quickly as a loudly as he dared. “We need to move this rock, there is no way around, so get moving”. As one the men glanced fearfully at each other before gathering around the boulder and either pulling or pushing edged it towards the cliff. The coach man remained where he was on the coach Perch a pistol in each hand eyeing every shadow with equal suspicion and distrust. Slowly but surely under the work of the men the boulder began to give way and slide through the dark mud, with one final heave it rolled, crashing with unstoppable force down the cliff face and off into the darkness of the night. With a sigh of relief the men turned to face the coach and froze in horror.

Atop the coach sat a creature of beast like proportions, the still twitching body of the coachman lying in front of it, blood flowed freely from its jaws and into the mud. There was an awkward pause as the men realised in horror that they had left the majority of their weapons in the coach in their hurry to move the rock. The creature smiled horribly “Oh my, it appears that in your eagerness to remove that little stone from the pathway you have placed just a bit too much of the night between yourselves and you toy weapons.” With that the creature stabbed both its talons downwards and then ripped them outwards tearing the coach apart in a shower of wood before it leapt cat like at the nearest man claws outstretched and fangs bared.

It was now early morning the sun had not yet risen yet the clouds blocked out any sign of the sky and the rain fell thick and fast upon the land. It fell upon the hills, the cliffs, the forests and the pathways, it fell upon all that remained of the coach, upon the bodies of the dead both man and horse. It ran over faces frozen with terror and on their cloths, in and out of wounds and dripped off clawed fingers and broken swords. Out of the gloom a figure approached riding a large dark horse; he was wrapped from head to foot in a long cloak. As he came upon the scene of carnage, the horse slowed and then stopped, he dismounted and removed the cloak from his head and drew out a large hammer. A little distance from the scene lay one of the men breathing difficultly his chest bearing a large puncture wound that had found its way to his lungs. The figure approached and glanced down at the man slowly he turned the man's head to one side with his hammer, on the neck was two small puncture wounds. With great difficulty the man spoke “…….father, please help me…” Without a second thought he raised his hammer and brought it down with exceptional force “You are beyond all aid my son” he said. Slowly he remounted and vanished into the morning mist.


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The wheels have fallen off my canary
QUOTE (Warpanda talking about the new Tehenhuaini mini)
If Rikard were a Skink, he'd look like that.

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Curses. I misread. Now I feel stupid.
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Thee Forsaken One
Posted: Apr 16 2007, 05:37 PM


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Same comments as last time really. It's really good but there are quite a few grammar errors. Although only one typo that I spotted wink.gif. Looking forward to the next part.


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rikard
Posted: Apr 16 2007, 09:14 PM


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yeah I'm a bit stuck on that one, I proof read part 4 by microsoft word is a pain it doesn't see to udnerstand that there's english and then there's gibberish.

It makes even less sense than I do huh.gif


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QUOTE (Silverskink)
The wheels have fallen off my canary
QUOTE (Warpanda talking about the new Tehenhuaini mini)
If Rikard were a Skink, he'd look like that.

QUOTE (Warpanda)
Curses. I misread. Now I feel stupid.
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Thee Forsaken One
Posted: Apr 16 2007, 09:20 PM


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I could go through all four parts if you don't mind.


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rikard
Posted: Apr 17 2007, 07:34 AM


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not a problem,


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QUOTE (Silverskink)
The wheels have fallen off my canary
QUOTE (Warpanda talking about the new Tehenhuaini mini)
If Rikard were a Skink, he'd look like that.

QUOTE (Warpanda)
Curses. I misread. Now I feel stupid.
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Thee Forsaken One
Posted: Apr 18 2007, 04:53 PM


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I've started working on it now. Grab me on MSN and I'll send it to you if I'm done.


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