The Endless Wastes of Durapar

[barkblast334]

This is my second RP, my first one is still going and is a 40k, named the siege of Delorien VI. Anyway, this one is called the Endless Wastes of Durapar and is a Warhammer Fantasy RP.

So here we go:

The Endless Wastes of Durapar, a blazing desert one side of the coin, a freezing wasteland the other. Two parts of a whole, the ice and the sand. The various factions consider it to be a totally worthless waste of energy, until a lone scout discovers that the Dwarves labour there day and night, digging up something important, it seems. Therefore, the race is on as whichever race can find this artifact first, could control the world.


Character format goes like this:

Name:
Race:
Unit Type:
Weaponry:
Equipment:
Specialties:
Personality:
Other:

Don't play anything too big, and thats an order. Thnx, starting now, to get it going, if you want to join in just leap into the story.

Also, you must use correct grammar and punctuation, mostly, and you need to write somewhat eloquently: thusly, thou shalt write. Not really like that but don't just write:

And he snapped of his arm. He screamed. It hurt because he snapped off his arm. It hurt more. It hurt so much it hurt lots.


More Like This(M.L.T.)


And though he dreaded the moment, he broke his arm, screaming in pain as he bones snapped, cracking awfully. The pain was unbearable. But the poison from the <whatever> that had <whatever> his arm was gone, though along with his arm.

Just watch how I write.


Anyway, starting on next post, this one's getting ungainly.

[lictoralpha]

big as in ogre big or big as in powerful?

[barkblast334]

Name: Zarrak, of the Legions of Khemri.
Race: Tomb Kings.
Unit Type: Tomb Guard Command.
Weaponry: Scimitar of Khemri, enscribed with spells of slaying.
Equipment: Light armour and shield.
Specialties: Devious tactical mind, close combat specialist.
Personality: Spiteful and arrogant.
Other: Secretly wishes to be separated from the bonds that connect him to Khemri, for his bones to be bound to his sole and for himself to become a dog of war (mercenary).


Zarrak slowly came to his senses, not knowing where he was and what he was. He soon remembered, his ancient memory caming in handy. His armour clanked somewhat, and he feared he had lost all skill. But he picked up his scimitar and everything came flowing back. He steadily arose from his coffin and slashed through the air, parrying and hacking up imaginary foes. Next he wondered why he had awoken, and he pondered this with great thought. He set off down the corridors, leaving his slowly awakening comrades in peace. He walked for an eternity it seemed, down the endless corridors of the tomb of the great lord Teynari, the destroyer. He came to a t-junction, and seeing a light down one passage, he poked his head around the corner. A dwarf shouted, "Ah, cr*p, we've been discovered! Run, boys, run!", in a distinct accent, and Zarrak crashed to the floor as a crossbow bolt hit him from about 17 metres away. He stood up slowly, plucked the bolt from his empty eye socket, and shouted a skeletal war-cry, chargin at the dwarves. They ran, not knowing if this skeleton brought his friend or not, but when it was evident that he did not, they scoffed and laughed, readying their weapons and loading their crossbows. But then the very stones moved around them and scytheblades, swords and axes came rushing out of the floor, the walls and the roof, slicing and dicing the poor dwarves. Of the few that did survive, about 12 or so, they were much more wary, walking slowly away, glancing behind them. Then Zarrak's face pulled a smile and he laughed, a deep, horrible rasping sound, and the skeletal horde he had held back with his 'war-cry' came rushing around the corner towards the dwarves. They died with no chance of rescue, and when no reply came to the dwarven warriors guarding the entrance, their outlook was grim.

The High Elves roused from their slumber at mention of this magical item, the Orcs swarmed to Durapar in an attempt to secure their 'heap big shiny choppa. Mine!'. The Empire came and the Skaven followed soon after, both acting out of greed. The Daemons of Chaos came seemingly out of nowhere and the Vampire counts roused from their 'petty bickering', involving small cities and towns and the lives of hundreds. The war for Durapar had begun...

OOC: Somebody be a sorcerer or necromancer who knows what they're doing, and is not a Tomb King unit. Because my role will involve me having to get my bonds reforged. And you can even be sneaky and bind me to you as a servant and warrior, but Zarrak wouldn't like that, now would he?
(doesn't mean you can't try!)

[lictoralpha]

Name: Krask Bloodreaper
Race: Northman
Unit Type: Chosen Champion
Weapon: A long handled, big axe
Equipment and other additions: Mark of Khorne, Chaos Armour, (Rolling for Eye of the Gods....Slaughterer's Strenghth)
Specialities: Killing things
Personality: Bloodthirsty, contemptiuous of those not alinged to khorne
Other: None, not yet anyway


Krask strode with his chosen towards the lands of Khemri, guided by Khorne to a place of great battle, or of other import. They had strode for many long days, never tiring or stopping for nourishment, for a Warrior of the Gods was free of such mortal needs. The treck had not been dull however, the Chaos Wastes are not safe by anyoe's estimation, exept prehaps the verry foolish. The chosen's massive axes had already tasted much blood, and many skulls had been sacrificed to the lord of battles already. Krask hungered for more bloodshed, he was warmed up for a mighty slaughter, and hopefully, a few duels, although it it is quite difficult for a champion of Khorne to find a worthy opponent. He had already killed a chaos trool single handed on this verry trip, that had been a most enjoyable combat. He breathed deeply, remembering the acrid smell of it's acidic blood as he clove it's head from it's shoulders.
But they had left that place behind, and their short trip through the edge of Ogre territory had gone without interest. Now came the worst part of the trip. Sneaking around the Empire to get to Khemri.
Krask promised himself that when he arrived the bloodbath would be worth it, and that his axe would taste the blood of champions.

[barkblast334]

OOC: big as in both. And I like your style of writing. Keep it up.

[lictoralpha]

Thanks

[Zemox]

Name: Asuyr
Race: High Elf
Unit Type: Dragon Prince
Weaponry: Star lance, Enchanted Shield, Sword of Striking
Equipment: Dragon Armor, Barded Stead
Specialties: Taking out the greates threat with a thrust of his lance, it is said that he once killed a ogre Tyrant with one thrust trough its head. Fights with deadly accuracy instead of brute strength prefers to take out enemies with one blow, it beeing with his sword or with his lance.
Personality: Arrogant, Cunning.
Other: Why he was sendt here is unknown, but he was sendt before the rest of the force as some kind of heavyly armed scout, in battle he will usally be aimed at vital parts of the enemy force, and is constantly looking for a challenge, it is maybe not suprising for untill now there are only records of him killing champions, empire captains, A single warboss, an aspiring champion and the like. Nothing really great.

Asuyr Rode towards the empire camp, he had spesific orders to make contact with them, followed by the dwarfs he was definatley not looking forward to the second.
He didnt like Mortals, they were so slow and naive but Teclis had told him to make contact with them and he intended to do so.
Teclis was the greatest mage alive and he didnt make mistakes, him and his brother both like a tall pillar all elves wanted to climb.
He remembered the battle of the finuval plains against the dark elves, how Tyrion had cut down Urian Posionblade, it had been spectacular indeed, and Teclis banishing the Witch King.
Teclis had told him that the dwarves would be willing to cooperate, and Asuyr belived him.
As he rode into the camp he was forced to slow down because he was met by at least fifty handgunners all aiming for him, and he could see their fear, usally he wouldnt care, since mortals were horrible at aiming anyway. And the few bullets that might hit him would bounce of his armor.
But with so many he didnt want to take any chances.
He didnt stop tough, just slowed down and gave the handgunners a few moments to move out of the way, holding his head high and looking forward, they wouldnt shoot him, he had no intention of hurting them.
When he reached the middle he hung his lance on the side of his horse drew his sword and made his way for the command tent, making sure to keep walking in a way that told these clumsy humans that he had a purpose.
He was sure he could kill most of them right now before they even realized what was going on but that would send the wrong signals, and the humans respected the High Elves, they knew that they never did anything without a purpose and knew that this one wasnt going to kill anyone, it wasnt the high elf way of doing things.
When he entered the tent he found himself staring down the barrel of a handgun, with a hand movement that was far to fast for the pathetic human to follow he cut the handgun in two spun around and slammed him in the face with his shield sending him crashing to the ground.
Then kept moving forward and eventually opened his mouth to speak before things snapped.
"My name is Asuyr, i am here on behalf of High LoreMaster Teclis and needs to speak with you."

[barkblast334]

Zarrak watched as the empire set up camp, his lifeless eyes taking in every detail. From spitting sand to the bright pinpricks of campfires. He could take them now....by brute force. But, as always he would wait for a more...flamboyant option to present itself. Right now, he just waited.

Suddenly, he saw a figure riding, mounted on it's steed. Zarrak's once eagle-like eyes could sense the magic surrounding the figure. Elves. High Elves. This one must be a high ranking one, he thought, glancing momentarily at his armour and equipment. He could not make out if this one was a sorcerer or not, but no matter, for a high elf would not help him anyway. Perhaps the chaos would. But then, the chaos would stop for no one, and Zarrak would be forced to cut them down like trees taken to with a chainsaw. So, he thought, the Empire were here, there was a representative from the High Elves, the Chaos were on their way. The Skaven would soon follow the Empire, and their spies had probably heard of whatever it was the Empire was looking for. The Orks, well, who knew? And he could sense something distinctly---dead---on the winds, and he did not mean his retinue. They had a sandy, dry smell about them, not a dead one. It was partly why they were elites of the Tomb King Teynari's army. So he would be wary. None could tell the magnitude of the battles to take place.

[lictoralpha]

Krask needed to kill something. They had marched for days without a single sacrifice to the Blood God. But now they were nearing Khemri, the site of his promised battle. Awhile ago they had neared an Empire camp, but he had restrained himself, and his warriors (albiet with extreem difficulty) from attacking. They were likely on their way to Khemri too, and it would only be propper to meet them on the field of battle. An ambush was a cowardly stratagem that the proud warriors of Khorne were above. Soon the bloodletting would begin.

[barkblast334]

Zarrak saw the chaos approaching the mines and sneered. The warriors of chaos had come at last. He made a signal to his elite archers and the fired, volley after volley, raining down onto the chaos, smashing into them and punching through armour. Krask lost 7 of the 16 men he had brought and now he faced a cohort of 24 skeleton warriors. However, Zarrak made another signal and the volleys stopped. He strode into plain view of the warriors, laid down his scimitar and shield and held up his hands. This was a clever ploy engineered by the Tomb Kings, themselves instructing Zarrak to use it. The plan was to lure them close enough, then to swarm them and hack them to pieces. However, it suited Zarrak's purposes just fine. If the opposing force had a sorcerer, then he would be freed from his bonds and the Chaos would have to fight the other races for the artifact, and Zarrak could watch or join in as he pleased. However, if they did not, then he would have no choice but to give the order to kill every last one of them. He did not want to do that.

[lictoralpha]

"SLAUGHTER THEM ALL, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE" roared Krask, the Chosen charged foreward, bellowing battle cries and hefting their huge axes, they hit the skeleton line with the force of a tornado, giant axes crushing bone.

[barkblast334]

Zarrak did not relish the coming battle, for his will was subdued and not taken into account. But he prepared to fight, nonetheless. In one swift move, he swept his scimitar off the sandy floor and ducked into a roll, picking up his shield. He raised his voice and screamed, "Charge, my brethren! Charge!"

[Zemox]

The general just sat there looking at Asuyr like he was a ghost, Asuyr decided to just stand there and wait for the General to pull himself togder, Asyur was very amused by the general right now his eyes was shining with suprise.
Eventually he get impatient and starts talking.
"Okay i will explain exactley why i am here, first of the forces of chaos is marching towards us as we speak, the skaven followed you here, the daemons of chaos has materialized about two houers of traveling on horseback from where we are now, the forces of khemri has awoken in large quanteties, the wampire counts has marched from their pit they call home, and if the dark elves are here aswell i wouldnt be suprised.
At the moment the empire and the dwarves are the only kingdoms that the high elves would consider allies, the ogres are here aswell and i have swayed them away from joining the other side with promises of gold and food, from the empire......
The bretonias should be here soon, i am sure you know what draws them all to this wasteland, but exactley what it is not even Teclis knows yet. (Thats a lie, but since i dont have a clue what it actually is i will just assume that Teclis and the white tower of hoeth was able to figure it out.)
I need you to go fulfill my promise to the ogres while i go to the dwarves and give them the same story.
We will need to ally should there be any chance of the forces of good retriving the artifact."
The general had wanted to interupt several times but Asuyr hadnt allowed him to, and when he finished he just turned around and left, he still had to consider if he was going to do what the elf had told him yet, but after all they were very wise and never left their island without a very good reason.

[barkblast334]

Zarrak snuck away during the battle to keep an eye on the human camps. To his surprise, the elf was still there. The elf was most likely a sorcerer. If he would agree, then....Zarrak marched down into the valley, with full intentions of 'spying' on the elf.

He reached the camp, amidst the frightened handgunners. He smirked, and strode on. None opened fire, so scared were they. But one built up the courage to fire. The shot smashed straight through his eye socket. Zarrak kept walking. "Elf. I would speak with you. I may very well be your next ally, though there are two things: One, I need to be freed from my eternal bondage, for the accomadation of free will. Second, it will cost your empire friends afterwards, as I have full intention of becoming a Dog of War. Will you agree to help me?"

[Zemox]

Asuyr turns around and is suprised to see a Khemrian warrior standing in the middle of the empire camp, "Very well we can talk outside of the camp" Asuyr says swings up on his horse and starts riding out of the camp, this time he demonstrates the strength and spirit of his horse, by simply jumping over the line of handgunners, and some swordmen that had gathered up because of all the interracical activity.
Asuyr rides for about a hundred strides then stops and waits for the Skeletal warrior.