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It will all make sense later...
There were knights, and then there were knights. The first were overfed, egotistical Lords and Barons who had never lifted a finger in all their life.
The second were hardened veterans of war, much like the ones tearing apart Bralterakus' army below him.
"Damn!" the heavily muscled brown haired human cursed.
"Sound the retreat!"
A klaxon blared out from the five or so airships floating above the battle. The horde of armoured knights paused unexpectedly as their enemy turned and fled.
"Come on, a little more..." whispered Bralterakus' heavy weapons specialist, who had been given the honour of joining him on his prize airship, the reckoning.
Bralterakus turned towards him.
"Do we have some genius stratagem that stops us using Tr23??"
"No, but our troops are nearly out of range-"
Bralterakus fixed a nearby dial by mashing his fist down on it.
"DO IT! Or else I'll do it and you can take the fast way down to the ground."
"Y-yes sir."
The heavy-weapons specialist flicked a small green switch and then a large red one.
"It will take a few seconds.."
Bralterakus moved to near the window.
One, two, thr-
The ground beneath the knights erupted with fire. Even through 20cm of solid steel, the heat warmed Bralterakus' face.
"Was this the decisive victory we needed?
he asked his general, Griik.
"No. This was a defeat disguised as a victory. I think you need to speak with our employers, Bralterakus. They dont seem to have any idea of strategy..."
After the 3 hour flight back to his main base, he was bored. So instead of waiting for the reckoning to land on his island, Bralterakus strapped on his combat armour and stepped out of the hatchway. His warpstone-powered jump pack flew him quickly into his docking cave, and dressed as he was for war, no-one even tried to stop him.
The three sisters were in his guest room, waiting for him. Good.
He shrugged off his armour and dropped it on to a slave. He would later find it in his apartment, and probably clean as well.
As he approached the room, he began to hear shouting. Time for an entrance. He rammed into the door, smashing it almost clean off its hinges. Stepping over the mangled remains, he basked in the sudden silence.
The first one to recover was Emily. She was tall and slim, dressed in a regal purple dress with her ginger hair combed (for some reason) all over to the left.
She stepped forward and sneered.
"You have no right to-
Bralterakus stopped her by grabbing her face and using it to move her out the way.
Yeah, maybe it was out of order, but she had just sent 15,000 of his soldiers to their deaths. If she or her sisters got uppity, he felt he was owed a little disrespect.
He left her - gasping with shock - and moved towards the most reasonable of the three.
"Emma, you and your sisters have just lost me a battle. Explain."
"uh... Emily thought-"
"yeah, it was utterly my idea. Nothing to do with you at -"
"SHUT UP! Emma, continue"
"Emily thought that your general was a stuck-up snob and decided to take over from him. She told the men you said she could."
He needed to leave. If he stayed he would lose all control and then that would be eighty million ur-gold down the pan.
He had to... uh... oh yes, the delivery.
Bralterakus growled at Emily, and turned his back as he stalked off.
He walked round in a big circle at the bottom of his warpstone mine. He had three on the island, and he made a fair bit of cash selling it to the Skaven, and he also used it to power his machines. Well, almost. He used refined warpstone, almost a third more powerful, half more stable and 100% less radioactive. Dumb Skaven, they never had wondered how they had differed from other rats. They had realised that the burrows nearest warpstone veins, were the ones that gave smarter, more strong ratlings. They had linked it with their god - in the end, everything was linked with religion - and had assumed that it was a perfect material.
Fast forward 40 years of enforced evolution, and the Skaven were born.
Those smart little walking vermin had even started using it for tech, although none of their machines even came close to his battlesuit. It was...
-A jump-pack in the rear (because flight)
-Impact gauntlets (fearsome weapons, able to knock a minotaur on its bum)
-Impact shins (gives a landing a deep whump, also knocks over human sized things, also power kicks)
-the Helm of Doom (gives immunity to poison gases and some spells that affect the mind)
-Magic Shields that blocked even mortal wounds (they wore down over the course of the battle, sadly)
And heavy armour everywhere else.
It was his greatest creation, bar the "moonsuit" so-called as he wanted to launch a mission to the Chaos Moon to harvest theoretic "cosmic warpstone". This suit would be launched into the air via as much explosive he could buy.
Ah, what was the point? He couldnt distract himself much longer. Sooner or later, the rage would escape.
Anyway, the heirs. There were three, Emma (black long hair, quietest of the three), Emily (red short hair, bossy and permanently annoyed) and Aletea (brown medium-length hair and very friendly). Each different, as the current ruler of Brettonia had split them up at birth so he could keep the throne. They had found each other, raised a lot of cash, and approached him at a tavern. They were each about 20, were unskilled with a weapon and weren't very strong. Nor could they sing well. They were brave - at least when they were all together (well, they had to be, they had approached him in a tavern) and supposedly clever, although he was seriously beginning to question Emilys intelligence.
Wait, why had he left? He had had a reason... Oh yes the delivery of weapons. A dwarf named Jason (quite an unusual name, dwarves tended to name themselves stuff like Neckslasher Shinkicker or Swordsmelter aledrinker) was delivering a bunch of knives and axes for his military campain. He had to accept or else Jason would feel honour bound to assault his island. And Jasons ship was so weird and unusual destroying it would be a pity.
Rumour had it he had once been attacked by pirates, but they were so incapacitated by laughter he could just sail past.
Yup, Jason was in a foul mood when people mentioned his boat.
Aargh! Bralterakus had got sidetracked again. He set off towards the docks on the south of the island. Like most other things , it was underground and in a cave.
A supervisor in an orange shirt and dungarees hurried to him as he strode past.
"Bralterakus, we have fixed a shield flaw in your armour. It appears to have been draining power from the vrocabulix instead of the onagerianous source we installed. By swapping the helix and carrier wires, we-"
"Fabulous. Thank you. Please, not the full data now. File a report. In laymans terms, you have..."
The supervisor sighed.
"The power output is increased."
"And this translates to..."
Bralterakus rolled his hand, inviting a basic explanation.
" You can power-thump and fly at the same time. Should be useful against dragons and eagles. Also your shield can deal with water up to 500m deep while allowing jump-pack capabilities. I know waterproofing was one of the first refit requests you made."
Bralterakus nodded, forgetting about Jason the dwarf for a second time.
"Bring it to me."
After half an hour testing his new improved armour, a niggling suspicion began to gnaw at him. What had he forgotten?
Oh god. The dwarf.
Bralterakus kicked off the floor, his impact shins lifting him and easy 12m before his jump-pack engaged. Deciding that to wait was to be rude, he tore through a couple of gantries, his shielding lighting up green but nothing else happening. Wow, this was fast.
He would have to be careful not to -Thooom.
He pounded through the roof of his cave, disengaged his jump-pack just slightly over the safe drop height. He hit the ground, and his shielding dropped to about a third left. Wow. This was going to be potent on the battlefield.
He saw the great blue caterpillar far away - it wasn't exactly a caterpillar but that was the closest description it could be given. It was damn big as well. It was gargantuan. It might not be very beautiful, but wow.
Wait, he was two hours late as well?
Hah. The goddess of luck was watching over him.
He welcomed Jason into the cave/dock. Bralterakus approached him.
"Jason! My friend, I havent seen you for... wow, it must be months! Hows the wife? How are the kids?"
"They're fine. Haven't seen you for a while either. Down to business. You have 900 warriors who need weapons. Give me the gold. Bralterakus. You do have the gold?"
Bralterakus smiled.
"But of course. Slave! The gold!"
And the business was about to conclude when Emily walked onto the dock.
Shit.
Dwarves have a massive sense of honour - if anyone lies or betrays them they either kill them immediately or they write their name in the book of grudges and kill them later.
This arrogant heir was going to ruin Bralterakus' profitable arms trade.
"Slave, delay her. Kill her if you must. But don't allow her to reach the dwarf!"
There were knights, and then there were knights. The first were overfed, egotistical Lords and Barons who had never lifted a finger in all their life.
The second were hardened veterans of war, much like the ones tearing apart Bralterakus' army below him.
"Damn!" the heavily muscled brown haired human cursed.
"Sound the retreat!"
A klaxon blared out from the five or so airships floating above the battle. The horde of armoured knights paused unexpectedly as their enemy turned and fled.
"Come on, a little more..." whispered Bralterakus' heavy weapons specialist, who had been given the honour of joining him on his prize airship, the reckoning.
Bralterakus turned towards him.
"Do we have some genius stratagem that stops us using Tr23??"
"No, but our troops are nearly out of range-"
Bralterakus fixed a nearby dial by mashing his fist down on it.
"DO IT! Or else I'll do it and you can take the fast way down to the ground."
"Y-yes sir."
The heavy-weapons specialist flicked a small green switch and then a large red one.
"It will take a few seconds.."
Bralterakus moved to near the window.
One, two, thr-
The ground beneath the knights erupted with fire. Even through 20cm of solid steel, the heat warmed Bralterakus' face.
"Was this the decisive victory we needed?
he asked his general, Griik.
"No. This was a defeat disguised as a victory. I think you need to speak with our employers, Bralterakus. They dont seem to have any idea of strategy..."
After the 3 hour flight back to his main base, he was bored. So instead of waiting for the reckoning to land on his island, Bralterakus strapped on his combat armour and stepped out of the hatchway. His warpstone-powered jump pack flew him quickly into his docking cave, and dressed as he was for war, no-one even tried to stop him.
The three sisters were in his guest room, waiting for him. Good.
He shrugged off his armour and dropped it on to a slave. He would later find it in his apartment, and probably clean as well.
As he approached the room, he began to hear shouting. Time for an entrance. He rammed into the door, smashing it almost clean off its hinges. Stepping over the mangled remains, he basked in the sudden silence.
The first one to recover was Emily. She was tall and slim, dressed in a regal purple dress with her ginger hair combed (for some reason) all over to the left.
She stepped forward and sneered.
"You have no right to-
Bralterakus stopped her by grabbing her face and using it to move her out the way.
Yeah, maybe it was out of order, but she had just sent 15,000 of his soldiers to their deaths. If she or her sisters got uppity, he felt he was owed a little disrespect.
He left her - gasping with shock - and moved towards the most reasonable of the three.
"Emma, you and your sisters have just lost me a battle. Explain."
"uh... Emily thought-"
"yeah, it was utterly my idea. Nothing to do with you at -"
"SHUT UP! Emma, continue"
"Emily thought that your general was a stuck-up snob and decided to take over from him. She told the men you said she could."
He needed to leave. If he stayed he would lose all control and then that would be eighty million ur-gold down the pan.
He had to... uh... oh yes, the delivery.
Bralterakus growled at Emily, and turned his back as he stalked off.
He walked round in a big circle at the bottom of his warpstone mine. He had three on the island, and he made a fair bit of cash selling it to the Skaven, and he also used it to power his machines. Well, almost. He used refined warpstone, almost a third more powerful, half more stable and 100% less radioactive. Dumb Skaven, they never had wondered how they had differed from other rats. They had realised that the burrows nearest warpstone veins, were the ones that gave smarter, more strong ratlings. They had linked it with their god - in the end, everything was linked with religion - and had assumed that it was a perfect material.
Fast forward 40 years of enforced evolution, and the Skaven were born.
Those smart little walking vermin had even started using it for tech, although none of their machines even came close to his battlesuit. It was...
-A jump-pack in the rear (because flight)
-Impact gauntlets (fearsome weapons, able to knock a minotaur on its bum)
-Impact shins (gives a landing a deep whump, also knocks over human sized things, also power kicks)
-the Helm of Doom (gives immunity to poison gases and some spells that affect the mind)
-Magic Shields that blocked even mortal wounds (they wore down over the course of the battle, sadly)
And heavy armour everywhere else.
It was his greatest creation, bar the "moonsuit" so-called as he wanted to launch a mission to the Chaos Moon to harvest theoretic "cosmic warpstone". This suit would be launched into the air via as much explosive he could buy.
Ah, what was the point? He couldnt distract himself much longer. Sooner or later, the rage would escape.
Anyway, the heirs. There were three, Emma (black long hair, quietest of the three), Emily (red short hair, bossy and permanently annoyed) and Aletea (brown medium-length hair and very friendly). Each different, as the current ruler of Brettonia had split them up at birth so he could keep the throne. They had found each other, raised a lot of cash, and approached him at a tavern. They were each about 20, were unskilled with a weapon and weren't very strong. Nor could they sing well. They were brave - at least when they were all together (well, they had to be, they had approached him in a tavern) and supposedly clever, although he was seriously beginning to question Emilys intelligence.
Wait, why had he left? He had had a reason... Oh yes the delivery of weapons. A dwarf named Jason (quite an unusual name, dwarves tended to name themselves stuff like Neckslasher Shinkicker or Swordsmelter aledrinker) was delivering a bunch of knives and axes for his military campain. He had to accept or else Jason would feel honour bound to assault his island. And Jasons ship was so weird and unusual destroying it would be a pity.
Rumour had it he had once been attacked by pirates, but they were so incapacitated by laughter he could just sail past.
Yup, Jason was in a foul mood when people mentioned his boat.
Aargh! Bralterakus had got sidetracked again. He set off towards the docks on the south of the island. Like most other things , it was underground and in a cave.
A supervisor in an orange shirt and dungarees hurried to him as he strode past.
"Bralterakus, we have fixed a shield flaw in your armour. It appears to have been draining power from the vrocabulix instead of the onagerianous source we installed. By swapping the helix and carrier wires, we-"
"Fabulous. Thank you. Please, not the full data now. File a report. In laymans terms, you have..."
The supervisor sighed.
"The power output is increased."
"And this translates to..."
Bralterakus rolled his hand, inviting a basic explanation.
" You can power-thump and fly at the same time. Should be useful against dragons and eagles. Also your shield can deal with water up to 500m deep while allowing jump-pack capabilities. I know waterproofing was one of the first refit requests you made."
Bralterakus nodded, forgetting about Jason the dwarf for a second time.
"Bring it to me."
After half an hour testing his new improved armour, a niggling suspicion began to gnaw at him. What had he forgotten?
Oh god. The dwarf.
Bralterakus kicked off the floor, his impact shins lifting him and easy 12m before his jump-pack engaged. Deciding that to wait was to be rude, he tore through a couple of gantries, his shielding lighting up green but nothing else happening. Wow, this was fast.
He would have to be careful not to -Thooom.
He pounded through the roof of his cave, disengaged his jump-pack just slightly over the safe drop height. He hit the ground, and his shielding dropped to about a third left. Wow. This was going to be potent on the battlefield.
He saw the great blue caterpillar far away - it wasn't exactly a caterpillar but that was the closest description it could be given. It was damn big as well. It was gargantuan. It might not be very beautiful, but wow.
Wait, he was two hours late as well?
Hah. The goddess of luck was watching over him.
He welcomed Jason into the cave/dock. Bralterakus approached him.
"Jason! My friend, I havent seen you for... wow, it must be months! Hows the wife? How are the kids?"
"They're fine. Haven't seen you for a while either. Down to business. You have 900 warriors who need weapons. Give me the gold. Bralterakus. You do have the gold?"
Bralterakus smiled.
"But of course. Slave! The gold!"
And the business was about to conclude when Emily walked onto the dock.
Shit.
Dwarves have a massive sense of honour - if anyone lies or betrays them they either kill them immediately or they write their name in the book of grudges and kill them later.
This arrogant heir was going to ruin Bralterakus' profitable arms trade.
"Slave, delay her. Kill her if you must. But don't allow her to reach the dwarf!"
