In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character
Author: Valarion
122
I watch speechlessly on the new massive hole just south of the great north road. The road that directly connects Middenheim to Marienburg. While the huge road itself is not sunk along the hole, the road will not be used as frequently as before anymore. Which will lead more traffic through the old forest road on the south that cuts through Drakwald. No, wait. This might be a good thing if I can somehow tax the merchants traveling between Marienburg and Middenheim like how Greasus does with his mountain path. There are, however, plenty of fortified settlements, from villages to towns on the road as they are logging settlements that supply Middenland for their timber trade. It would be much more feasible for Boris to raise the security and launch a punitive expedition to protect his province’s main export should I try anything. The only way this could work is by sending more envoys from Laurelorn in effort to smooth things over. Though it will be uncertain on how well it can go knowing Boris Todbringer’s known hatred for beastmen. All things considered, it is also he that sent the army that chased me during my early days and it might not sit well for him now needing to talk or even cooperate with his once enemy.
But then again, sending the envoys might not be a good decision right now. Considering that the situation with the Eonir’s are getting tense up north. I don’t know fully well how bad it is, though the fact that Kal and maybe Druig decided not to tell me can either mean that it is negligible or quite concerning. So until Kal resolves the issue, the Eonir will have limited use. The last thing I want is a rebellious envoy telling me that all my efforts are fake and it is a trap. Not to mention that I am still waiting for the news from Balthazar’s effort in Altdorf. Fuck, it is frustrating on the waiting end for things like this. Then I got a call from Druig.
—
Druig snorts seeing the fleeing humans and the other humans from the sea chasing after them. He thinks on how to follow his mother’s orders. To keep the fleeing humans alive. There are at least a thousand of them, including the women and the children with only a few hundred armed men to defend them. Druig felt a little regret asking his mother what to do. He and his warherd have been content just watching the fleeing humans slowly being thinned as they follow the fleet that Kal defeated. The only reason he calls his mother is for asking what to do since the fleeing humans instead of keeping moving east following the road are now going south to the forest and straight towards them instead. He expects his mother to allow him to just kill the fleeing humans as usual but instead she tells him to keep them alive. Which annoys him to no end. First the elves and now the humans, the herd keep changing and not in the way he exactly likes either. He only understands that his mother likes some humans because they give her something and money that Kal and Lak forces him to know too and that’s it. If only Kal is here to do the thinking. But he is busy herding the elves. Then the idea came to mind. Herding. That’s it, his mother is herding the humans for something now he must herd these groups of humans to safety for something too. He still doesn’t understand much but at least things are making more sense for him. With that in mind, he lifts his greataxe. Made by one of his broken horns and the horns of Taurox after he killed him. Then he spreads his warherd of mostly minotaurs to surround the humans. Using the illusory feathers so as to not get seen early. Just in time as more norscan raiders start to arrive and harrow the fleeing humans again.
The soldiers get into formation at some clearing in the forest. Shields at the front, gunners standing in between the shields to take aim, and the spearmen at the back, ready to poise their spear to the front once the Norscan raiders come close.
“Fire!”
Came the command as soon as the raiders emerged and followed by a row of gunfire. The relatively unarmored raiders at the very front are immediately killed.The gunners passed the guns to the back to be reloaded by the women while they picked up already prepared guns and fired again. Killing more raiders. But still more raiders arrived and hurled their javelins at the soldiers. Most are covered by the shields. But still there are those unlucky few that still got hit, a few spearmen and even the women that reloads the guns. The gunners pick up freshly reloaded guns and fire again. Killing the still charging raiders just a dozen meters away from the formation. The gunners fall back and the spearmen fill the gap in between the shields. The soldiers held their ground against the raiders. The spears thrusting and the raiders that go in between the spears are greeted by sword and shield. While the gunners tried to stand on huge tree roots for an elevated ground for a clear shot. The forest filled with the sound of screaming men, clashing steel, and the occasional gunfire.
Some raiders try to encircle the soldiers, though these are unlucky enough to meet with scaled golden minotaurs which seemingly appear out of thin air from between the trees before disappearing again. Which fare well with the soldiers that weather the raiders. That is until the more heavily armored chaos warriors arrived. Immediately plummeting the soldier’s morale as the chaos warriors marched with their shields raised. The bullets from the guns striking the shields and armors but unable to penetrate. Panicked shouts and a shout of command to hold their ground follow as the chaos warriors close in.
Then another wave of gunfire sounded. Louder and bigger, penetrating the chaos warrior’s side plates.
“Reinforcements!”
Shouted a particularly young recruit in joy. Only for it to immediately disappear as the illusory feathers magic fades and the minotaurs appear. The chaos warriors, seeing a much bigger enemy appear, simply switches their target. More glory in killing more powerful opponents. They charged with a roar, screaming their praise, pledges, for their dark gods to favor them and witness them. Druig and his minotaurs aimed at the charging warriors with their guns. There are still four more shots before reload. But he snorted and holstered the gun. He never liked it anyway. The rest of the minotaurs follow suit, switching to their huge axes. Then the chaos warriors met the line of minotaurs.
Druig swings his greataxe forwards. Cleaving through a raised shield and half of the chaos warriors torso. The sound of clashing steels and screams and roars of bulls follows. A loud kick follows, sending the corpse tumbling back to other chaos warriors. Then a wide swing, almost bisecting another chaos warrior now stuck to the greataxe. Followed by a powerful swing to the other side, unobstructed by the added weight. Throwing the body of the chaos warrior from the force. Another chaos warrior tries to take advantage, a backhand is his reward. Denting his helmet and throwing him to the left. An axe to the face from another minotaur finishes him. Limbs along the weapons it wielded splatters and scatters all over as the golden minotaurs grinded the chaos warriors. Druig catches a thrown chaos shield, its owner brutalized by another minotaur, then he uses the shield to bash down the last chaos warrior before stomping through the shield and crushes the last chaos warrior to death.
The sound of battle ends soon after. Barely a few minutes long. Only the sound of the minotaurs' loud breaths remain. It's over so quickly. Druig thought. Disappointing. But then again, these are just raiding parties and if his mother is correct, a vastly bigger number of enemies are gathering east. He almost forgot about the other group of humans if he didn’t catch them in his peripheral vision. All of them looked towards him and the minotaurs in fear. The soldiers at the front keep pointing their spears but it is clear if he tries to do anything, they will break and scatter. Right, back to herding humans. Fortunately, he must herd them east too. There should be plenty of fights along the way. With a command, the rest of the minotaurs surround the humans in a half circle, slowly moving eastward and while the humans follow suit in effort to keep their distance.
—
Northeast of the Schadensumf swamp, two figures waddled through the swamp into the forest. One of which is riding the bigger one. Trink survives, though most of his right furs are charred, leaving him half pink. At least that vermin Esqretch is good at shielding him from most of the warpfire. But not before screaming and calling this rat ogre he now rides. Not only does the rat ogre break through its cage, it also shields him from the falling debris in an effort to save the dead Esqretch. If only the rat ogre is not a fucking weird one. First off, the rat ogre’s head is completely bald. Second, the rat ogre is in a similar form fitting human servant’s clothes. Then this one is quiet. Too quiet. Not even him slapping the head of the rat ogre elicited an aggressive response. In hindsight, it is good that the rat ogre is not aggressive, else he will be killed because of a decision made in frustration and not sound mind.
“Would slapping my head make you feel better again Master Trink?” The rat ogre asked articulately.
“Shut up! And it's Lord Trink for you.” Trink said and slapped the rat ogre’s head.
Both are on the way into Laurelorn, using the forest to go unnoticed Southeast to Middenheim as there is an undercity there. Trink grips his tail with his two hands and almost bites his tail like he is but a fledging.
“You, give me your tail!” He commands the rat ogre who slowly and delicately moves his long tail to his shoulder. Trink immediately grips the rat ogre’s tail and nibbles on it.
While it is true that he survived, he had banked his entire asset in this expedition. He will never financially recover from this. He thinks about what went wrong. The tunnels, then Esqretch and his rat ogres, and the explosion. The explosion! It is undoubtedly a warpfire! This is sabotage! But not from Esqretch. Else the Moulder won’t be as surprised as he was and dead now. Unless he is being sabotaged while trying to sabotage him too.
“Lord, may I speak now?” The rat ogre starts.
“NO!”
“But that looks precious.”
“What-what?”
Then Trink looks at what the rat ogre pointed at. A clearing within Laurelorn, where huge warpstone crystals formed something akin to a wall. Trink immediately leaps from the rat ogre, running straight to the warpstone crystal. He touched the warpstone crystals, feeling the familiar baleful radiation from the thing. His eyes opened wide and his eyeballs pushed forward. Then he catches something, miniscule, but constant. That the warpstone crystal is growing. His eyes boggled instinctively at the sight. Vibrating and bulging up and down in barely concealed joy. Oh he will financially recover from this. The boggling stops as he hears the rat ogre’s footsteps behind him.
“Rat ogre! Remove that ridiculous trapping and use it to carry as many warpstone as you can!” Trink commands.
“Very well, my lord. But I have a name.”
“Yes-yes, who cares. Hurry up.”
The rat ogre approaches, then cusps both of its hands and slams to the warpstone crystal. Tearing a chunk half the size of the rat ogre which is twice of Trink. Watching this, Trink jumps back in fright. Eyeing the rat ogre that calmly removes his clothes and uses it as a makeshift carrying back, then breaking the warpstone chunks into smaller ones to be easier to carry. Last he knows, no rat ogre is as powerful as this one. His brain thinks and comes to a conclusion that this one is Esqretch’s secret weapon. Then it clicks. Not only has he survived, he brought back plenty of warpstones, and now he owns Esqretch’s secret weapon. The Great Horned Rat is favoring him! Then he climbs at the rat ogre in joy, sitting at its shoulder with a huge pile of warpstones slinged on the makeshift carrying back on its other shoulder.
“You say you have the name rat ogre. You work for me now.”
“Of course lord. I am Alfrat, I will be your best butler.”
But then again, sending the envoys might not be a good decision right now. Considering that the situation with the Eonir’s are getting tense up north. I don’t know fully well how bad it is, though the fact that Kal and maybe Druig decided not to tell me can either mean that it is negligible or quite concerning. So until Kal resolves the issue, the Eonir will have limited use. The last thing I want is a rebellious envoy telling me that all my efforts are fake and it is a trap. Not to mention that I am still waiting for the news from Balthazar’s effort in Altdorf. Fuck, it is frustrating on the waiting end for things like this. Then I got a call from Druig.
—
Druig snorts seeing the fleeing humans and the other humans from the sea chasing after them. He thinks on how to follow his mother’s orders. To keep the fleeing humans alive. There are at least a thousand of them, including the women and the children with only a few hundred armed men to defend them. Druig felt a little regret asking his mother what to do. He and his warherd have been content just watching the fleeing humans slowly being thinned as they follow the fleet that Kal defeated. The only reason he calls his mother is for asking what to do since the fleeing humans instead of keeping moving east following the road are now going south to the forest and straight towards them instead. He expects his mother to allow him to just kill the fleeing humans as usual but instead she tells him to keep them alive. Which annoys him to no end. First the elves and now the humans, the herd keep changing and not in the way he exactly likes either. He only understands that his mother likes some humans because they give her something and money that Kal and Lak forces him to know too and that’s it. If only Kal is here to do the thinking. But he is busy herding the elves. Then the idea came to mind. Herding. That’s it, his mother is herding the humans for something now he must herd these groups of humans to safety for something too. He still doesn’t understand much but at least things are making more sense for him. With that in mind, he lifts his greataxe. Made by one of his broken horns and the horns of Taurox after he killed him. Then he spreads his warherd of mostly minotaurs to surround the humans. Using the illusory feathers so as to not get seen early. Just in time as more norscan raiders start to arrive and harrow the fleeing humans again.
The soldiers get into formation at some clearing in the forest. Shields at the front, gunners standing in between the shields to take aim, and the spearmen at the back, ready to poise their spear to the front once the Norscan raiders come close.
“Fire!”
Came the command as soon as the raiders emerged and followed by a row of gunfire. The relatively unarmored raiders at the very front are immediately killed.The gunners passed the guns to the back to be reloaded by the women while they picked up already prepared guns and fired again. Killing more raiders. But still more raiders arrived and hurled their javelins at the soldiers. Most are covered by the shields. But still there are those unlucky few that still got hit, a few spearmen and even the women that reloads the guns. The gunners pick up freshly reloaded guns and fire again. Killing the still charging raiders just a dozen meters away from the formation. The gunners fall back and the spearmen fill the gap in between the shields. The soldiers held their ground against the raiders. The spears thrusting and the raiders that go in between the spears are greeted by sword and shield. While the gunners tried to stand on huge tree roots for an elevated ground for a clear shot. The forest filled with the sound of screaming men, clashing steel, and the occasional gunfire.
Some raiders try to encircle the soldiers, though these are unlucky enough to meet with scaled golden minotaurs which seemingly appear out of thin air from between the trees before disappearing again. Which fare well with the soldiers that weather the raiders. That is until the more heavily armored chaos warriors arrived. Immediately plummeting the soldier’s morale as the chaos warriors marched with their shields raised. The bullets from the guns striking the shields and armors but unable to penetrate. Panicked shouts and a shout of command to hold their ground follow as the chaos warriors close in.
Then another wave of gunfire sounded. Louder and bigger, penetrating the chaos warrior’s side plates.
“Reinforcements!”
Shouted a particularly young recruit in joy. Only for it to immediately disappear as the illusory feathers magic fades and the minotaurs appear. The chaos warriors, seeing a much bigger enemy appear, simply switches their target. More glory in killing more powerful opponents. They charged with a roar, screaming their praise, pledges, for their dark gods to favor them and witness them. Druig and his minotaurs aimed at the charging warriors with their guns. There are still four more shots before reload. But he snorted and holstered the gun. He never liked it anyway. The rest of the minotaurs follow suit, switching to their huge axes. Then the chaos warriors met the line of minotaurs.
Druig swings his greataxe forwards. Cleaving through a raised shield and half of the chaos warriors torso. The sound of clashing steels and screams and roars of bulls follows. A loud kick follows, sending the corpse tumbling back to other chaos warriors. Then a wide swing, almost bisecting another chaos warrior now stuck to the greataxe. Followed by a powerful swing to the other side, unobstructed by the added weight. Throwing the body of the chaos warrior from the force. Another chaos warrior tries to take advantage, a backhand is his reward. Denting his helmet and throwing him to the left. An axe to the face from another minotaur finishes him. Limbs along the weapons it wielded splatters and scatters all over as the golden minotaurs grinded the chaos warriors. Druig catches a thrown chaos shield, its owner brutalized by another minotaur, then he uses the shield to bash down the last chaos warrior before stomping through the shield and crushes the last chaos warrior to death.
The sound of battle ends soon after. Barely a few minutes long. Only the sound of the minotaurs' loud breaths remain. It's over so quickly. Druig thought. Disappointing. But then again, these are just raiding parties and if his mother is correct, a vastly bigger number of enemies are gathering east. He almost forgot about the other group of humans if he didn’t catch them in his peripheral vision. All of them looked towards him and the minotaurs in fear. The soldiers at the front keep pointing their spears but it is clear if he tries to do anything, they will break and scatter. Right, back to herding humans. Fortunately, he must herd them east too. There should be plenty of fights along the way. With a command, the rest of the minotaurs surround the humans in a half circle, slowly moving eastward and while the humans follow suit in effort to keep their distance.
—
Northeast of the Schadensumf swamp, two figures waddled through the swamp into the forest. One of which is riding the bigger one. Trink survives, though most of his right furs are charred, leaving him half pink. At least that vermin Esqretch is good at shielding him from most of the warpfire. But not before screaming and calling this rat ogre he now rides. Not only does the rat ogre break through its cage, it also shields him from the falling debris in an effort to save the dead Esqretch. If only the rat ogre is not a fucking weird one. First off, the rat ogre’s head is completely bald. Second, the rat ogre is in a similar form fitting human servant’s clothes. Then this one is quiet. Too quiet. Not even him slapping the head of the rat ogre elicited an aggressive response. In hindsight, it is good that the rat ogre is not aggressive, else he will be killed because of a decision made in frustration and not sound mind.
“Would slapping my head make you feel better again Master Trink?” The rat ogre asked articulately.
“Shut up! And it's Lord Trink for you.” Trink said and slapped the rat ogre’s head.
Both are on the way into Laurelorn, using the forest to go unnoticed Southeast to Middenheim as there is an undercity there. Trink grips his tail with his two hands and almost bites his tail like he is but a fledging.
“You, give me your tail!” He commands the rat ogre who slowly and delicately moves his long tail to his shoulder. Trink immediately grips the rat ogre’s tail and nibbles on it.
While it is true that he survived, he had banked his entire asset in this expedition. He will never financially recover from this. He thinks about what went wrong. The tunnels, then Esqretch and his rat ogres, and the explosion. The explosion! It is undoubtedly a warpfire! This is sabotage! But not from Esqretch. Else the Moulder won’t be as surprised as he was and dead now. Unless he is being sabotaged while trying to sabotage him too.
“Lord, may I speak now?” The rat ogre starts.
“NO!”
“But that looks precious.”
“What-what?”
Then Trink looks at what the rat ogre pointed at. A clearing within Laurelorn, where huge warpstone crystals formed something akin to a wall. Trink immediately leaps from the rat ogre, running straight to the warpstone crystal. He touched the warpstone crystals, feeling the familiar baleful radiation from the thing. His eyes opened wide and his eyeballs pushed forward. Then he catches something, miniscule, but constant. That the warpstone crystal is growing. His eyes boggled instinctively at the sight. Vibrating and bulging up and down in barely concealed joy. Oh he will financially recover from this. The boggling stops as he hears the rat ogre’s footsteps behind him.
“Rat ogre! Remove that ridiculous trapping and use it to carry as many warpstone as you can!” Trink commands.
“Very well, my lord. But I have a name.”
“Yes-yes, who cares. Hurry up.”
The rat ogre approaches, then cusps both of its hands and slams to the warpstone crystal. Tearing a chunk half the size of the rat ogre which is twice of Trink. Watching this, Trink jumps back in fright. Eyeing the rat ogre that calmly removes his clothes and uses it as a makeshift carrying back, then breaking the warpstone chunks into smaller ones to be easier to carry. Last he knows, no rat ogre is as powerful as this one. His brain thinks and comes to a conclusion that this one is Esqretch’s secret weapon. Then it clicks. Not only has he survived, he brought back plenty of warpstones, and now he owns Esqretch’s secret weapon. The Great Horned Rat is favoring him! Then he climbs at the rat ogre in joy, sitting at its shoulder with a huge pile of warpstones slinged on the makeshift carrying back on its other shoulder.
“You say you have the name rat ogre. You work for me now.”
“Of course lord. I am Alfrat, I will be your best butler.”