The Davis events always provide a point or two for a story. I didn’t put as much effort into this
one as I have previously, but it shall suffice.
Warlord Squelch shifted in his
saddle, his tail whipping in annoyance as he gazed down onto the field. Enginseer Wardskum had promised him
grand power through the swirling storms.
He had fulfilled that promise, providing him with four mighty monsters
upgraded with stolen man-thing metal magics. They had also provided their supreme iron monster that the
assassin-rats of Clan Eshin had stolen for an outrageous price. Warlord Squelch had been promised the
power he deserved and it had been granted. But despite his power, Warlord Squelch was not happy.
The army arrayed before him was
large, and it seemed they had also taken strength from the storms.
With a twitch of his tail he
ordered Adept Ikizeltic and his followers forward to destroy the enemy’s
monsters. He would sell their
remains to the flesh peddlers back in Skavenblight.
With a snear he ordered
Enginseeer Wardskum to target the enemy’s lines, any survivors would swell the
ranks of his slaves.
With mighty cry he unleashed his
hounds, and after just the right pause… enough to allow his hounds to gain a
lead, but not enough to let them get away from his commands, he lashes his tale
along the side of his mount, sending it barreling down the hill and into the
waiting soft lines of his enemy.
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