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Location: Norton Canes, Cannock, Staffs, UK
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No point to this, and it has no real relevance to Skaven.
On Portent I, along with another guy, run the Council Of Thirteen. Here we do variou things, but one thing is an AoD, where you can fight other Lords to progress up the Seat priority.
Here was the result of one such Arena of Death in story format, in case anyone's bored (you'd have to be to read my stuff   )
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The wind tugged hard at Judge Black’s robes, Almost pulling him from the tower top. His slaves in front of him were getting twitchy, looking around and at each other nervously.
“Freedom to those who survive” JB announced knowing it would fill them with courage. None of them would survive, of coarse, he’d see to that personally. He wouldn’t want the other Lords to see a weakness.
A lightning bolt split the darkness, and the rain began to lash down. It was now very difficult to see much further than an outstretched arm. Through the gloom, however, JB could make-out two ominously glowing eyes appear. The outline of this figure was not clear, more shadow than solid object.
“Needed help-help” asked Perchy with a sarcastic tone. He was obviously poking fun at his retinue of slaves.
JB didn’t bother with a retort; instead he concentrated and unleashed a blast of warp-lightning directly at his foe. The power washing over him was invigorating, and he let the power flow freely from his outstretched paw, too freely. The lightning flashed in all directions, even coming back to strike himself. His robes protected him from the worst, but it succeeded in putting him off. The rest of the lightning arched across the tower-top, flashing and crackling with immense noise. The Assassin used his lightning quick reactions to move him out of harms way. He had faced warlock engineers and their warp-lightning many times before, and used his experience to move out of the way. This time it was different, however. The warp-lightning was still flowing from the wizards paw.
‘This is no normal engineer’ he surmised. And at that moment the warp-lightning struck his form. With a supernatural glow, his cloak seemed to make the Assassin appear ghostlike. Most of the warp-lightning simply past through where he was standing moments earlier. One arch, however, found its mark, knocking the Assassin off balance.
JB saw the Assassin off guard and immediately lowered his Storm Daemon, aiming it at the Prone Perchy. A slight noise was the only reaction he got from his staff, all the power seeming to have drained away.
“ Quick-quick” JB shouted at his mesmerized slaves. And they suddenly remembered his promise of freedom. They started spinning straps of leather above their heads, releasing their cargo at the struggling Assasssin. One stone was blown well astray by the gale like winds, however one was well on target. Perchy looked up to see it heading straight for him, he was still stunned from the warplightning, and his body wouldn’t move. The stone passed straight through his form, and disappeared into the gloom.
JB lifted his pistol, and took aim. The bullet from this too passed through the shadowy presence of Perchy.
With a grimace Perchy rose to his feet.
“Now its my turn!”
Charging forwards, he sent numerous enchanted stars gliding through the air before him. The strong winds caught hold of one of the discs, sending it way off target. The other three bore straight for the slaves surrounding JB. Two slaves were knocked clean off their feet, and off the edge of the tower floor. The other hit the saves hand weapon, knocking it from his paws, but leaving him alive.
“Ha! Is that the best you can do-do” JB exclaimed. Again he reached out his clawed paw, and let the power flow from it. This time he controlled the flow better, and sent a massive stream of lightning at the sprinting Assassin. The lightning hit him again and again, but his form appeared constantly ghost like. The lightning could be seen flashing out into the gloom, and only the very last bolt hit the mark. Again the Assassin was knocked off balance, and his momentum halted.
JB aimed his Storm Daemon, but it was still faltering. He suspected an apprentice had tampered with his equipment. Aiming his pistol, he let a shot off. The Assassin had already got to his feet however, and easily dodged the shot.
Perchy reached underneath his cloak and threw 4 stars again. They span directly at the Master Warlock, who grabbed the remaining slave and held him in front of him. All four stars embedded themselves into the unfortunate Skaven, and the poisons soon consumed his form leaving a disgusting pile of goo and hair on the floor.
‘I knew those slaves would be useful’ thought JB. And used the time he had now gained to draw on the winds of magic again. This time there was something odd. A surge of power washed over him, and seemed to draw all the power away from his form. A feeling of emptiness came over him, and he quickly reloaded his pistol. Taking aim, the bullet slammed into the Assassin, doing nothing more than slowing his progress.
A faint sign of movement from the Assassins paw told JB of his impending doom. 3 Stars were heading straight for him, the fourth again caught by the winds. Without the reflexes of the Assassin, JB was helpless. The warpstone stars hit his body, but two were deflected by the strange robe he had purchased to protect him from his stray warp-lightning bolts. He had no idea they would protect him from these magical stars too. The third penetrated even this defence, though, and cut into his stomach.
“Hah, barely scratched it did-did” JB announced. He then found himself growing weak. ‘The Poison!’ He thought. It was already coursing through his veins, eating him from the inside. JB collapsed to his knees, and began panting. His vision started to become blurry, and he strained to stay awake.
Perchy stood over the struggling Warlock and showed his yellow rotting teeth in an evil smile. JB reached out with his paw desperately trying to cast his spell, but he could not concentrate enough to draw upon the winds of magic.
Perchy grabbed the robes of JB and lifted him to look eye to eye. JB’s eye’s were glazed, and he struggled to focus on the Assassin.
“Stupid Warlock. Your magics mean nothing to a Master Assassin of Clan Eshin.”
JB smiled a painful smile,
“What about a pistol?” He asked, and a loud bang sounded from waist height. Perchy looked down to see the Warlock holding his pistol at his stomach. As he watched, he saw his guts spill from the gaping hole left by the bullet. His grip relaxed and he slumped to the ground.
JB, still smiling, dropped his pistol and fell to the ground next to the dead Assassin exhausted.
“I think I’ll just lie here for a bit” he thought, and closed his eyes.
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