Gharunkal
02-26-2006, 01:03 PM
This is only a start of the story and it's my first attempt. If people like it, I will continue. Also please inform me if I made mistakes with the lore, so I can change it in time. Enjoy reading!
The streams of Magic [part 1]
The lightning was setting the skies ablaze. The winds turned into storms and trees bend under their will. The moon who was at his highest point that night was shining, almost as a sun could. Amongst him were rivers of pure colours, turning in different directions with every second that ticked away on this planet.
The forest, which didn’t looked the same as it did before the storm, contained a path. The winds tore many leaves from their twigs and they were blown in a spiral. A few nuts fell from the trees and got trampled by a horse. He didn’t felt any force blocking his path, the horse walked as if there was no storm and wasn’t afraid of the lightning. In fact he seemed to admire the lightning blinding his eyes. He carried a crest with a strange mark on it and his head was covered by a blue colored metal.. So was the rest of his body plated his body too.
On top of the animal of a noble race was a cloaked man. The storm lighted the man, his cloak was as blue as the armor his horse wore. He was nearing a small village within the borders of a once great empire. The gates were left open, its guard has fled towards shelter.
The streets were abandoned, due to the storm. Still people stared from within the warmth of their house to the stranger. A child began to cry as the stranger looked into her parents house. His face was unseen, but the small girl felt a sudden coldness embalming her. The cloaked man jumped of his horse. He didn’t tied his horse. A local thug, who usually robbed food, didn’t even dared to think about stealing the horse for money and began to cover in his blanket between the walls of two houses and began praying for the mercy of Sigmar.
When the blue cloak followed its carrier into a aristocratic house. A few brave guards neared the house, when suddenly a rainbow of light was filling the interior of the building. Glass splintered and a few guards fell under the pressure of the explosion. building. Glass splintered and a few guards fell under the pressure of the explosion.
“Holy Sigmar, here resided a Inquisitor.” A guard yelled, while sweeped some pieces of glass away from his uniform.Another yelled: “Go see if the nobles are allright!”
Two men entered the building and the captain couldn’t understand what was happening. Rarely a Inquisitor resided with other people, but these nobles insisted on his protection.
Another flash entered the view of the guards, this time it was red. The captain saw his two men, he just send in, men, flying over his head. The cloaked man walked onto the streets wih three scrolls in his head. A deep, inhuman voice was entering the ears of the guards: “Don’t worry, weaklings, your suffering will be ended fast and the might Gods will feast on your souls.”
The captain grabbed his sword, but it broke as he swayed it at the stranger. “Fool, you can’t harm me anymore. I’m exalted!” The blue hood falled behind the head of the magician. There was no face to be seen. The captain gazed into crimson eyes behind a iron mask. “Soon the seal will be broken and the Gods will give me a place amongst them, but you will not experience it.” A alien laughter feared the habitants. The sorcerer casted a spell, blowing the guards several yards backwards, their leader saw that from the forest thousands of little flames were heading towards the village in rapid speed. Every torch was being held by a marauder from the Northic lands, some even by dark knight who bore markings in favour of the dark God Tzeentch. All of the houses were being set ablze, burning every mortal alive.
The captain grabbed heroic the sword from a fallen comrad and tried to the stab it into the back of the dark caster. It went right true the body and scarlet fluid dropped on the streets and colored the blue cloak. The follower of Tzeentch didn’t dropped. He simply turned around and pulled the sword out of his back with a magical hand. His wounds healed instantely and he threw the sword towards the captain. In his last second, he saw the heretic reading his scrolls and loudly whisper ancinet words.
A broken body fell towards the Earth, a gaping hole on the place where his heart should be is fatal to anyone.
“This is only the start. Tzeentch shall show He’s the mightiest of all and I’m his servant. He shall reward me with powers beyond imagination. I’m not mortal or immortal, but I shall turn in the last when this mask is broken, for I bear His mark.”
The dark champion of the Changer of Ways, stepped onto his mount and leaded his army towards the centre of the human Empire.
The streams of Magic [part 1]
The lightning was setting the skies ablaze. The winds turned into storms and trees bend under their will. The moon who was at his highest point that night was shining, almost as a sun could. Amongst him were rivers of pure colours, turning in different directions with every second that ticked away on this planet.
The forest, which didn’t looked the same as it did before the storm, contained a path. The winds tore many leaves from their twigs and they were blown in a spiral. A few nuts fell from the trees and got trampled by a horse. He didn’t felt any force blocking his path, the horse walked as if there was no storm and wasn’t afraid of the lightning. In fact he seemed to admire the lightning blinding his eyes. He carried a crest with a strange mark on it and his head was covered by a blue colored metal.. So was the rest of his body plated his body too.
On top of the animal of a noble race was a cloaked man. The storm lighted the man, his cloak was as blue as the armor his horse wore. He was nearing a small village within the borders of a once great empire. The gates were left open, its guard has fled towards shelter.
The streets were abandoned, due to the storm. Still people stared from within the warmth of their house to the stranger. A child began to cry as the stranger looked into her parents house. His face was unseen, but the small girl felt a sudden coldness embalming her. The cloaked man jumped of his horse. He didn’t tied his horse. A local thug, who usually robbed food, didn’t even dared to think about stealing the horse for money and began to cover in his blanket between the walls of two houses and began praying for the mercy of Sigmar.
When the blue cloak followed its carrier into a aristocratic house. A few brave guards neared the house, when suddenly a rainbow of light was filling the interior of the building. Glass splintered and a few guards fell under the pressure of the explosion. building. Glass splintered and a few guards fell under the pressure of the explosion.
“Holy Sigmar, here resided a Inquisitor.” A guard yelled, while sweeped some pieces of glass away from his uniform.Another yelled: “Go see if the nobles are allright!”
Two men entered the building and the captain couldn’t understand what was happening. Rarely a Inquisitor resided with other people, but these nobles insisted on his protection.
Another flash entered the view of the guards, this time it was red. The captain saw his two men, he just send in, men, flying over his head. The cloaked man walked onto the streets wih three scrolls in his head. A deep, inhuman voice was entering the ears of the guards: “Don’t worry, weaklings, your suffering will be ended fast and the might Gods will feast on your souls.”
The captain grabbed his sword, but it broke as he swayed it at the stranger. “Fool, you can’t harm me anymore. I’m exalted!” The blue hood falled behind the head of the magician. There was no face to be seen. The captain gazed into crimson eyes behind a iron mask. “Soon the seal will be broken and the Gods will give me a place amongst them, but you will not experience it.” A alien laughter feared the habitants. The sorcerer casted a spell, blowing the guards several yards backwards, their leader saw that from the forest thousands of little flames were heading towards the village in rapid speed. Every torch was being held by a marauder from the Northic lands, some even by dark knight who bore markings in favour of the dark God Tzeentch. All of the houses were being set ablze, burning every mortal alive.
The captain grabbed heroic the sword from a fallen comrad and tried to the stab it into the back of the dark caster. It went right true the body and scarlet fluid dropped on the streets and colored the blue cloak. The follower of Tzeentch didn’t dropped. He simply turned around and pulled the sword out of his back with a magical hand. His wounds healed instantely and he threw the sword towards the captain. In his last second, he saw the heretic reading his scrolls and loudly whisper ancinet words.
A broken body fell towards the Earth, a gaping hole on the place where his heart should be is fatal to anyone.
“This is only the start. Tzeentch shall show He’s the mightiest of all and I’m his servant. He shall reward me with powers beyond imagination. I’m not mortal or immortal, but I shall turn in the last when this mask is broken, for I bear His mark.”
The dark champion of the Changer of Ways, stepped onto his mount and leaded his army towards the centre of the human Empire.