Wednesday, March 20, 2019

The Second Disagreement

The border between the two halves of Blightport was being patrolled by a group of heavily armoured squig riders. The mischievous gitz knew exactly what they were up to; looking for trouble. The loud clanging and slobbering roars of the beasts they were riding scared most of the surrounding ratmen away. However, the clamour did not escape the notice of a certain individual. Unfortunately for the grots, they had unknowingly stumbled across the territory of a warlock bombardier and he was not alone. 

The grots were alerted to the presence of the threat after hearing high pitched cackling laughter before being assailed by a storm of warpstone bullets. The grot on the biggest squig screamed and flailed his crude sword in the direction of the now detected enemies. In response, the squig riders began rampaging towards the skaven foes at full speed. 

Unfortunately for the lackey, he was immediately spotted by one of the grots as he scurried for cover. However, the lackey was crushed under the weight of the squig before being able to properly hide. The rat ogre proceeded to sprint towards and body slam the squig rider, instantly killing the rider and the squig under the sheer mass of muscle and warpstone augmentations. 

Meanwhile the stormfiend was still laying down suppressive fire, managing to kill a squig rider before being assailed by two other riders. The initial charge mortally wounded the stormfiend, but it managed to mow down one more assailant before being felled. The warlock readied his doomrocket and fired it at one of the riders. He laughed and squeaked excitedly before realising that it had completely missed its target.  

Amongst all the action, the leader of the grot patrol had a devious plan. Cackling to himself, he somehow managed to bend the limitations of space and time, allowing him to teleport behind the warlock bombardier. In shock, the warlock turned around only to be eaten whole by a giant squig. The last words he heard were “nothin’ personal kid ehehehehe”. Despite the skaven now being leaderless and broken, the rat ogre was still going at it. It violently ripped apart two more riders, leaving behind a trail of red mist and entrails. However, it was quickly surrounded and stabbed to death by the remaining squig riders which outnumbered him.

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