GreyMacabre
Wanderer
Zombe I Became
Kudos to anyone who reads my insanely long character bio
Chapt 1
It was just another scallywag useless mission. Another few hacks of the sword to scrape up enough money to travel southward, God only knows his travels northward brought little for this ex-chaos soldier. Vesper the city of industry, an economic powerhouse, but Grey had little luck tapping any of its fortunes. He had always been bad with money, but always seemed to make it through.
Now him and a dodgey lot gathered near the statue in Minoc. This once youthful chaos legionary flushed with idealism over blackthorns philosophy was now nothing more then a lowly axman, for a drunkard pedophile mercenary commander who cleared ratmen and orcs from caves for mining companies looking to make their fortune.
The commander stumbled to the statue, his wisky breath making even the smooth mountain air flee in fear. There was no reason for him to be sober for this, its not like he would do any of the fighting. He motioned with his hand for the the mercenary mob to follow, too drunk and lazy to even issue an order or provide any sort of real leadership. The pathetic company of worriers followed, their cheap leather and ring mail, chaffing and jingling as they walked.
Grey carried his bassinet in one hand, his double ax in the other its blades heavily worn.
"These foul beast will fear our blades, and our very names will send shivers down their spine" David said.
"And what name will that be" Grey said in a polite but vexed manor
"Umm ahhhhh" David mumbled as he was at a lost with words, his voice cracking revealing his young age.
"its hard to have a name that sends chill down an enemies spine when the commander it to drunk to name his own company" Grey then turned and went back to staring at mountain peaks in the distance.
David was a nice young lad but a little over enthusiastic about meager things. He failed to joined military by trying to lie about his age, instead he just decided to lie about military service and obtained a job here in this band of brave mercenaries.
The group arrived at the cave, it was dark and semi deep, making a lovely home for any ratman family trying to hide from the continues growing onslaught of human civilization. Unfortunately for this skaven family there was precious metal down there and human civilizations wanted it. For the most part these were safe missions, no one ever really died during these, except for the occasional idiot or unlucky bastard.
"pairs of two" The commander ordered. Grey got stuck with David. To all accept the commander it was apparent David had no military experience. They did not want to be killed because of some armatures mistake. Grey sighed at his bad luck, but he thought it was probably for the better. Many of the other thugs would kill David right when the confusion battle began in order to protect themselves from his inexperience. At least this way Grey might be able to help the lad survive. Having the death of youth, even one as naive as David was not something Grey really wanted to have sitting on his conscious.
Grey put on his bassinet and readied his ax, the most important thing with fighting skaven was to keep swinging, they were not well known for their defensive abilities, but were well known for their lemon like charging. Grey handed a torch to David, "Stay behind me and provide light" Grey mumbled through his Bassinet. David nodded with a confused smile, obviously not understanding what Grey just said.
They were the third pair into the cave, 5 yards stood between them and the pair in front. They crept slowly trying to stay as silent as they could hoping by some slight chance they might keep the element of surprise. With this group of thugs however that was unlikely. The torch man from the pair in front of Grey stumbled, his torch fell landing on his comrade, illuminating him in fire.
"fucking ass shit groundmunger" the soldier screamed as he jumped around trying to put out the flames. The pair in front heard this and turned to look back.
"idiots and poor bastards" Grey mumbled to himself as he watched a small mob of Skaven engulf the pair covering the front two as they looked back. Quickly the back mercenaries rushed to right and left of Grey, forming a line the width of the cave. David tried to sneak his way into the front line, only to be stopped by a swift back kick from Grey. "Light you idiot" Grey yelled as the Mercenaries began swinging. It was a slaughter, unarmed skaven fell in piles before the mercenaries blades. Non of these ratmen were warriors only rats trying to protect there homes. Tooth and claw they fought, but to no avail.
Grey swung his ax catching one in the head, he withdrew the blade. A skaven jumped from above, its snout wide opens and fangs oozing for a bite. Grey guarded himself with the ax, the creature bit down snapping its long fangs on the rusty ax. It screeched in pain falling to the ground hands holding its snout. With a quick blow Grey ended the beast's misery.
As soon as it began, it was over. Another nameless battle for a few messily coins. The soldier of fortune moved to the back of the cave, young baby rats and their mothers scoured in the back, hissing at us huddling over their young. Grey walked to one of the mothers, smashed her in the head with the but of his ax, grabbed her baby from her and slammed it against the wall. The mother jumped up squealing in the highest pitch audible by man, only to be quieted by a quick thug from Davids club. Grey looked at David and laughed. A nice clean blunt blow to the head was the best way to kill the woman and the young, it preserved their fur and other parts for harvesting.
Out of the 30 men who began the battle 2 were dead, and 2 would die later because they decided to go the pub instead of mending their 3rd degree burns. The fun part over, now came the cleanup. the skaven bodies were collected and brought outside. The Bodies of the men would be piled up and burnt. While the bodies of the bludgeoned females and youth would be in a separate pile, where the thugs would harvest profitable body parts.
Grey was at the back, harvesting the body parts when he heard a small rumbling. The ground under him began to shake as small rocks and dust began to plunge from the cave's roof.
"shit" Grey thought "idiots and unlucky bastards" were his last words before the cave fell. All around him went black.
Kudos to anyone who reads my insanely long character bio
Chapt 1
It was just another scallywag useless mission. Another few hacks of the sword to scrape up enough money to travel southward, God only knows his travels northward brought little for this ex-chaos soldier. Vesper the city of industry, an economic powerhouse, but Grey had little luck tapping any of its fortunes. He had always been bad with money, but always seemed to make it through.
Now him and a dodgey lot gathered near the statue in Minoc. This once youthful chaos legionary flushed with idealism over blackthorns philosophy was now nothing more then a lowly axman, for a drunkard pedophile mercenary commander who cleared ratmen and orcs from caves for mining companies looking to make their fortune.
The commander stumbled to the statue, his wisky breath making even the smooth mountain air flee in fear. There was no reason for him to be sober for this, its not like he would do any of the fighting. He motioned with his hand for the the mercenary mob to follow, too drunk and lazy to even issue an order or provide any sort of real leadership. The pathetic company of worriers followed, their cheap leather and ring mail, chaffing and jingling as they walked.
Grey carried his bassinet in one hand, his double ax in the other its blades heavily worn.
"These foul beast will fear our blades, and our very names will send shivers down their spine" David said.
"And what name will that be" Grey said in a polite but vexed manor
"Umm ahhhhh" David mumbled as he was at a lost with words, his voice cracking revealing his young age.
"its hard to have a name that sends chill down an enemies spine when the commander it to drunk to name his own company" Grey then turned and went back to staring at mountain peaks in the distance.
David was a nice young lad but a little over enthusiastic about meager things. He failed to joined military by trying to lie about his age, instead he just decided to lie about military service and obtained a job here in this band of brave mercenaries.
The group arrived at the cave, it was dark and semi deep, making a lovely home for any ratman family trying to hide from the continues growing onslaught of human civilization. Unfortunately for this skaven family there was precious metal down there and human civilizations wanted it. For the most part these were safe missions, no one ever really died during these, except for the occasional idiot or unlucky bastard.
"pairs of two" The commander ordered. Grey got stuck with David. To all accept the commander it was apparent David had no military experience. They did not want to be killed because of some armatures mistake. Grey sighed at his bad luck, but he thought it was probably for the better. Many of the other thugs would kill David right when the confusion battle began in order to protect themselves from his inexperience. At least this way Grey might be able to help the lad survive. Having the death of youth, even one as naive as David was not something Grey really wanted to have sitting on his conscious.
Grey put on his bassinet and readied his ax, the most important thing with fighting skaven was to keep swinging, they were not well known for their defensive abilities, but were well known for their lemon like charging. Grey handed a torch to David, "Stay behind me and provide light" Grey mumbled through his Bassinet. David nodded with a confused smile, obviously not understanding what Grey just said.
They were the third pair into the cave, 5 yards stood between them and the pair in front. They crept slowly trying to stay as silent as they could hoping by some slight chance they might keep the element of surprise. With this group of thugs however that was unlikely. The torch man from the pair in front of Grey stumbled, his torch fell landing on his comrade, illuminating him in fire.
"fucking ass shit groundmunger" the soldier screamed as he jumped around trying to put out the flames. The pair in front heard this and turned to look back.
"idiots and poor bastards" Grey mumbled to himself as he watched a small mob of Skaven engulf the pair covering the front two as they looked back. Quickly the back mercenaries rushed to right and left of Grey, forming a line the width of the cave. David tried to sneak his way into the front line, only to be stopped by a swift back kick from Grey. "Light you idiot" Grey yelled as the Mercenaries began swinging. It was a slaughter, unarmed skaven fell in piles before the mercenaries blades. Non of these ratmen were warriors only rats trying to protect there homes. Tooth and claw they fought, but to no avail.
Grey swung his ax catching one in the head, he withdrew the blade. A skaven jumped from above, its snout wide opens and fangs oozing for a bite. Grey guarded himself with the ax, the creature bit down snapping its long fangs on the rusty ax. It screeched in pain falling to the ground hands holding its snout. With a quick blow Grey ended the beast's misery.
As soon as it began, it was over. Another nameless battle for a few messily coins. The soldier of fortune moved to the back of the cave, young baby rats and their mothers scoured in the back, hissing at us huddling over their young. Grey walked to one of the mothers, smashed her in the head with the but of his ax, grabbed her baby from her and slammed it against the wall. The mother jumped up squealing in the highest pitch audible by man, only to be quieted by a quick thug from Davids club. Grey looked at David and laughed. A nice clean blunt blow to the head was the best way to kill the woman and the young, it preserved their fur and other parts for harvesting.
Out of the 30 men who began the battle 2 were dead, and 2 would die later because they decided to go the pub instead of mending their 3rd degree burns. The fun part over, now came the cleanup. the skaven bodies were collected and brought outside. The Bodies of the men would be piled up and burnt. While the bodies of the bludgeoned females and youth would be in a separate pile, where the thugs would harvest profitable body parts.
Grey was at the back, harvesting the body parts when he heard a small rumbling. The ground under him began to shake as small rocks and dust began to plunge from the cave's roof.
"shit" Grey thought "idiots and unlucky bastards" were his last words before the cave fell. All around him went black.