Thread: They Who Thirst (Dr. Nibbles & SomethingEsoteric)

Whooaugh! The priestess gasped a deep breath like shed breached the surface of torpid waves around a breached hull, hands shooting to her sides Take it off, take it off! She screamed, fingers locked in steel and leather clawing at the plate that tightly clasped her chest as if she were searching for a chink in the armour to literally tear it off herself. Ooh-haou-ho, the old hoary elder Enuss chuffed, May-haps weve spoken too soon my friends an oddly amused relinquish, impossibly old for such horrid times the elder seemed to expect the downfall of men regularly. Quickly now, ah-hagh-hagh-hrmph, a sickly cough interrupting his suggestions, Help the priestess with her breast before she-oh-hawg- suffocates A young squire did just that, the captain prying away her hands and a shield maiden attempting to soothe her urgency by placing her hands on either side of Hildes face, hushing her softly as the belts and straps that kept her mighty plate in place were unlatched by the young squire and removed. Hilde hissed and tried to free her hands to remove the padded tunic of sorts thats occupied the space between armour and flesh, soon enough, it was pulled to the side and her cotton shirt raised do reveal a deadly toll for her heroic feet. Shes been touched by the warp the captain spoke gravely, Enuss reaching toward the horrific wounding, dark swirling black skin, appearing burnt and purple like the flesh of a daemon nearly, bruising marching out from the darkest point and wrapping toward her abdominal muscles on one side and along her rib cage on the other. and yet she lives Remarkable isnt it -would be hubris to think she was entirely unscathed and yet, oh-ho-ho she lives. The blighted flesh it appears contained, lesser men, and many greater than ourselves surely theyd of fallen to this corruption and yet, she lives. Enus drawled lethargically before a few chuffs of bewildered amusement, musing almost as Hilde sat up and held the flesh in a fit of agony, hissing and clenching her teeth as she groped at the corrupted straight of scarring. -and such vigor! Sth hngff ih-it hurts She croaked, her mind throbbing with such intensity it was as if the very world and heavens above were weighing down upon her. Emmbraaaccccce ssthpaaainnnsss a voice slithered through her mind with a booming irrefutable voice and yet, just a whisper it was all so terribly wrong and yet, she felt she felt comfort , as she accepted the Of course it does priestess, the moment it stops hurting youll die. Either the corruption will have enveloped you whole or youll have fallen to other causes ah-hrm-hrm-hrm but a wound such as this only festers, it does not heal Im afraid even that mboy, he referred pointedly to the scholar, Is beyond Sigmar. Before coughing into his hand, however, that fact you live alone, that, in itself shows hes greater plans for you. Before he could drawl on further a terrifying crash could be heard, the earth rumbling, the very heavens above splitting much like they had the night before following a litany of screams and barks in the city bellow, the ominous purple glow of warp flame painting the room they occupied through the windows of the chamber they occupied. It begins. Enuss said ominously before pulling back, They have come he wheezed, and will burn this keep and the surrounding city to feted ash with their warp fire, rape our young, kill our old a battle is no place for a man of my years but you Priestess of Sigmar, you may turn the tides - The air was electrified, thick with the winds of magic like Shaemore was a beacon of chaos, each orb of flames raining above swollen and intensified beyond Iaqshys previous power, on this day, beyond what seemed the saving grace of the Empire the Priestess Who Lived, they called her in hopeful whispers, all appeared lost. The small city that surrounded the grand keep fell in a matter of moments to the Chaos of warp magic, spades of heavily armed and armoured men were torn asunder by frenzied swings of TagothUr lusting in the glory of battle, possessed like never before, living up to every string spoken of them by fearful men and women. The sounds of rape, bloodshed and mirthful laughter, the crash of rams and brute force against steel and stone as they tried to breach the Keep Hilde and the honour guards, the innermost circle and most decorated of soldiers theyd not even had a chance to reach the frontlines before they encircled the keep what once appeared the strongest of bastions was quickly becoming a prison contrition lining every bar. The walls are impenetrable, the city lies razed, but they will never find their way inside Shaemoor. Youre a fool, you werent out there, you didnt see those beasts the males they could rend even the strongest tempered steel! Hrmph-phrmph-phrmph They will come, there will be blood but we will prevail with any great victory comes the darkest of desperations Enuss mused idly through his sickly state, sitting on a small throne next to one much grander where the lord of the keep sat and his lady at his side, both with grave expressions and tented fingers, long faces... fear.