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

Hilde growled, then made a sound more like a croak a struggling little admission of derision and strain for the exchange of raw power, one, even with her near impenetrable armour, true shield, good maul she just could not Hrgh, -and Sigmar is stronger than realization is cable of fathoming, especially from a eugh! before her rebuke could finish she felt the daemon-womans tongue flick over her face, turning her stomach with a sickly chill, through her armour she felt it, goose bumps shoot up her spine and cold sweats wipe away the muggy sweat the rain had caused to smear the skin between her padding and soft flesh. Iridiths avaricious lust for pride was what was truly unfathomable in this moment, her strength near confounding also no matter what force had ever come in Hildes way shed never been so closely matched, even rampaging ork-kin had been razed in her path, a green-skin war boss nearly twice her size had fallen prey to her mauls brazen face, and yet, this woman not only contended with her strength but had the audacity and power to taunt her in the process, and in such a vile way. Her time was running out though, so long as Hilde could keep her locked in this combat, whether she lost or won the battle the cavalry would soon arrive and whether or not Hilde survived their band of depraved madness would be wiped clean from the world she was assured so confidently. You will die vile creature, and the righteous fire in my eyes will be the last thing you ever see. Whore-wife, the crows will not even desecrate your corpse for the utterances of filth nor the pit of darkness from which you birth them. And then, it arrived, Hauh! the sound of all air escaping her lungs and a sharp pain in her ribs and underarm. Between the knee delivered to her and the shove to break the combat they were locked in Hilde was toppled off her feet and to her bottom shameful for the position as she was Coward! she shouted at Iridith, struggling back up to her feet with a wobble, encumbered so by the armour she owed her life to many times over. By the time she had in fact, reached solid footing, reinforcing was so close by well, the rage that had nearly taken her over entirely she kept in check, righteous indignation was not something that could wait but it was something she had to control Sigmars blessing could give her strength she did not possess of her own however, Sigmar did not steel ignorance, he bolstered the desperate prides folly was not his obligation to mitigate. Hrgh! A sharp pinch in her breast gripped then yanked, tore an ethereal piece of her being, piqued her attentions to a crest, a warp gnarled beast and her nemesis looking upon her and her smashed forces and in that moment, she saw a glimpse of true evil, chief and prime Retreat! she screamed at the top of her lungs at the climate around her shifted with maleficent range, as the sky opened and a dark thunderous face charged toward her. The Priestess braced herself, there was no running from this force of evil, she Hilde, Battle Priestess of Sigmar would face it head long. She heard, saw, witnessed that prime evil, witnessed her cohorts and fellow men being incinerated in foe fire conjured by purple volts of chaos given corporeal form. - A torpid world of smoke, black, purple of the strangest bright tenacity, voices that slithered more than sung spoke in the strangest of voices, she felt a wet chill slither across her body, its entirety, cold and unpleasant though comforting in the strangest most visceral of ways, like a caress of her very soul Youre weaker than you think Hilde but so much raw potential exists within you indulge indulge in your lust abandon all you know become strong, become lustful, become all that is devious and depraved you are chosen. I gift to you, abandon. - Priestess! Priestess! Mmmngaaough Wh-wha? she was flat on her back and aching from foot to brow, convulsing even still. Praise Sigmar! She lives! A voice called out in the bleached field of her vision, not yet had focus returned to her. Our Cavalry witnessed your heroic feat Priestess, sheathed completely in chaos, not one man survived but you, you shrugged off the sin as if it were not turned and walked to our lines before collapsing. Truly, you must be chosen, you will lead us to victory against this pox upon our lands, the TagothUr have witnessed Sigmars boon and yet they march on these walls. Foolish dogs they are.