The Horror

[Eothen]

DISCLAMER: If you are offended by words, their mening or the use of voilence against "poor defensless" daemons and/or humans. dont read

Anyway. I got bored. And I needed something to get me into the mood to start painting again, so I wrote this short story. Lets se if it works. If I get the urge I might write something to the rest of the army list... but that lies in the hand of Tzeentch. Enyoy

THE HORROR

The sun started to sink below the horizon. At a barricade along a narrow street below the keep of Bohsenfels a band of militia, commanded by a sergeant from the Bohsenfels spearmen, waited for the enemy. A while ago the last regiment of soldiers from the rearguard had retreated past their position. All wounded from fighting against the advancing horde. The city was now nearly completely in the hands of the enemy. The men at the barricade were to buy the retreating army time to regroup. And as yet they hadn’t seen the enemy. But the worry of being engaged by the foe was close at heart to every one. Suddenly, the sentry saw something moving further down the road, and immediately warned the men to ready themselves for combat. Some among them suggested that they should kill it quickly and leave their post early, before an attack, and retreat to the safety of the keep. The creature, clearly within crossbow range was small, pink, and had multiple limps. It moved clumsily along the road toward the barricade. They couldn’t see it clearly in the shadows that obscured their line of sight, but it surely was a creature of chaos. The small creature seemed to be alone. The men gained courage by the frailty of the foe and their own numbers. Twelve armed men do not fear a single unarmed foe.
The sergeant ordered the two men armed with crossbows to kill the creature. They moved up the barricade and silently took aim. Readying to fire, when the creature appeared to be lit up by light. Just like it was standing in a fire. Momentarily the men hesitated to fire. That was all the time the creature needed. Fireballs speeded toward the barricade from the creature. Hitting both the wooden structure and the two archers. Screaming in pain the men fell rolling to the ground. The others hurried to the rescue, and put out the fire with their cloaks.
“What happened with the creature?” the sergeant demanded to know.
The men looked back over the barricade. The small creature was nowhere in sight. Worried the men readied their weapons. Desperately trying to prepare for the unknown. Suddenly a movement was seen. The creature had unnoticed reached the barricade and escaped sight. Now it was jumping over the three-foot high structure, proving unnatural agility, and landed among the frightened soldiers. A word entered everyone’s mind. Daemon.
“Kill it, slay the Daemon!” The Sergeant ordered.
Like awoken from a spell, the militia cast aside their fear. Raised their weapons and prepared to leap at the daemon from all directions. Just as they were about to attack, the air went thick with energy, a humming sound could be heard, and every man was thrown from the ground by a blow from the inside of their own bodies. Popped like balloons they all died, save the Sergeant who stared at the carnage in disbelief. Blood was everywhere and in the middle of it all, stood the small pink creature. Looking at the stunned sergeant. Getting a grip on himself, the Sergeant moved toward the daemon hesitantly. Sword poised and ready to strike. His sole purpose became to make this creature of evil leave this world. Gaining courage by the grief he felt for the men who had died the Sergeant raised his sword and charged toward the daemon. He began to feel a faint itch on his skin, but ignored it. He moved faster and faster, sweeping the sword toward the foe in a vertical arc, the blow cleaved the daemon in two. The dead husk sank to the ground. With the foe vanquished, the Sergeant took a moment to regain his breath. He sadly looked around at the limp bodies around him. Only the seriously burnt and unconscious archers were still alive. Yet he felt content. He had after all killed a daemon of chaos. That at least was an act to be proud off. With the blood lust gone he once again started to feel the itching. It hadn’t stopped with the death of the daemon. Instead it rapidly got worse. It felt like something was trying to rip him apart from the inside. The Sergeant crumbled to the ground. His sword fell from his hand and he started to scream. It was the sole sound in the night. A blue arm broke right through his ribcage and out of his chest. Struggling against the pain, trying to reach his sword the Sergeant died. From the dead body of the sergeant, who moments ago had prided himself with the glory of having slain one of Tzeentch minions, a Horror rose to its feet, its blue skin red with blood. The daemon turned toward the last light from the setting sun. Starting once more on its journey, toward the keep and the last defenders of Bohsenfels.

[Sanjuro]

Nice one! Though you forgot that the militiamen get two dispel dice by default

No but seriously, it's a nice little story. I tend to write all my Warhammer-related fiction in English too, it just seems right. If I had written this story, I would've probably focused more on the militiamen, outlining their characters a bit, giving them names and stories of their own. Nothing fancy I mean, just write a few lines with them talking about their families, homes and stuff like that. Maybe make the sergeant sort of a father figure that is very protective about his men. That way, it's just that much more horrible when they all die gruesome deaths.

So, when do we get to read the sequel? I'm seeing it now: "The Horror 2 - With a vengeance", wherein the little blue horror singlehandedly slays the evil terrorists in Bohsenfels keep

[Eothen]

Whow, someone actually read it!

Hehe, yea, I thought about the dispell dice, but i decided to give the poor fella a bit of an advantage. Afterall he is only 15 points against about 70pts of enemies.
Who would have thought that he would have so big of a luck with the diice

What I would have liked to write is from/about the daemons, but I dont seem to be able to break into their minds and deskribe them from the inside. So I decided to make it into another of my slaughter stories (sadly werry few of the charakters I write about survive...*snyft*)
This means that I have to have a observer to all they do... Im thinking on how Im to get a observer that isnt the target of the "hero".

For a secuel I had planned to let loose a flamer in the corridors of the keep... titled flamer of course so perhaps I should give the serie a overall name, or something... dont know yet.

So the plan is (If I ever get to it):
Horror (completed)
Flamer (Planning)
Screamer (idea/planning)
Disk of tzeentch (idea)
Lord of Change (idea)

[Sanjuro]

Methinks that a story written from the perspective of a daemon, and especially a Tzeentchian one, will be far to incoherent and full of undiluted madness for anyone to understand

I just don't see their minds working in ways similar to our own. I mean, we probably can't even begin to understand how the mind of a Lord of Change works - it's most likely beyond all human concepts of recognition. And a horror... well, I just envision horrors as gibbering, screeching things of constant change with no real logic to their actions and thoughts, if they even have thoughts.

Though that's just my view on the matter. Have you read the Liber Tzeentch? Great read. I am also out hunting for the old 3rd ed Realm of Chaos book "The lost and the Damned." It's about Nurgle and Tzeentch and it's chock full of lovely fluff. Though it is almost impossible to get ahold of and will cost you around 1000 SEK, shipping not included.

[Eothen]

Yea, my motivs for sticking to mortals was that they are immortal, so they wont think about time, death and so on like us. Then they are creatures of magic, so they wont look at the material world like we do either. I mean, how can you define yourself with a everchanging body, and a so thirsty mind... wait... that goes for us, humans too! AAAAARGHHH!

Hehe, nice that you mentioned the liber chaotica Tzeentch. I just bought it. (me so happy .

The oldest chaos books are like the holy graal. Im a bit jelous that you ovn one of them... anyway, Ive got all the other ones so I shouldnt complain to much

[Sanjuro]

Yeah, talk about the holy graal! I own the one that was printed in a larger amount, "Slaves to Darkness". It deals with Khorne and Slaanesh. I would chop off my right arm off to get ahold of "The lost and the Damned." I had my sights on one that was located in britain, but chickened out when the bidding went over $100 american dollars... this was back when the dollar was expensive, too. Though I still regret that.

You got the 4th ed Realm of Chaos book? Sweet, I've been looking for that as well. It seems to be pretty hard to get ahold of.

[DamcingMonkey]

I picked up The Lost and The Damned and Slaves to Darkness for $20 american when I was younger. Now I can't find them

[Sanjuro]

Man, we feel your loss...

[Tzar]

Heh just read this, nice job, i liked it