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The quivering slave’s huge eyes glanced at the blade to his side, Causing the whole creature to freeze with fear, The thoughts of Xlauax’s burning blade slowly slicing into the soft flesh of the Skaven’s eye, carving out the tissue in a frenzy of violence.
Unable to react, Xlauax Quickly kicks the slave, Jolting it forward and back into the real world where it realises that its only option is to speak…
‘MasTer! Don’t Hurt Skaven-Rat! Euhh euhh… Best-Clan ‘Dust seekers’ Best best clan. Ordered to search-steal from temple vault .. vaults” The rat splutters, Trying to formulate an answer to the rapid questions whilst simultaneously trying to writhe its way out of the many chains and ropes wrapped around it.
“We-We must Do as Stormvermin StormVermin HaTE STormVerstormvermin say yes-yes, Take gold-shiny plaque many power-magic trinkets back to Dust seekers. Dust seeKer Euhh for-r E-EshiN EshiN….” The Slave suddenly forgets his fear and looks around, studying the area with great alarm before continuing.
“Euhh… PlEaSe Master donT Kill, D-dont Kill, No more… Secrets-lies. Only Only Poor-low slave rat… Cant Euhh.. D-Dont-cant no-Know any more more… ” The slave mumbles, its pitch starting to become more erratic and uneven, Whilst it whisperers unintelligible words under its breath..
Grabbing the slaves head with his free hand, Xlauax angles it upwards staring deep into the rat’s eyes now swirling with madness as its mouth froths stirring itself into a frenzy of fear. ‘Ss-Speak, S-sslave or I will Cut y-you’
Despite The chameleon’s threats, the slave is unresponsive, Its eyes blank and unblinking as it continues to breathe rapidly and sprawl out in a seizure.
Now realising that the captive had no more to give, Xlauax readied his sharp blade. He wanted the rat’s death to be as painless as possible… A clean-cut preferably… Xlauax could only handle so much suffering and torment… After what he had been through.. He knew the slaves fear and torment…
As the rat’s limbs flailed widely, Xlauax quickly pressed its weak body against the floor before striking down with Pain’s searing blade in a rapid motion.
Without stopping the metal sliced through the soft, corrupted flesh of the Skaven’s neck.
Finally, the slave’s body stopped moving, its decapitated head slowly rolling away from the bloody stump it originated from.
The small trickles of blood gently pooled onto the sun-baked earth, Slowly draining away, saturating the soil with a dark crimson… The serpent gods thirst would be slaked for but a few more minutes.
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“Very interesting, very very interesting… I may need to get hold of some of that stuff myself some time…” The priest sigh’s, looking down at Xolek’s Pipe before handing it back to him whilst speaking out about the oracles recent remarks “Indeed, Yuxa does not weave your paths… Your future is within the hands of the serpent god And intertwined with that of a beast you so knowingly speak of so seems…”
Now realising that he is going off track again, The Seer trails off, glancing at the many glass orbs lining the shelf before getting back to the subject. “About that salamander… swamp creature of Ololoq... “ He mutters “ Well, From what I have seen during my many years, salamanders are hostile, survival minded creatures... Yet they still have many, many uses… All of which we at the camp could benefit from…”
Xolek slowly nods, listening with full attention. “The skink artisans have been lacking ways to superheat their forges and kiln’s with the dry season coming to the end dry tinder is starting to become scarce.” “And well, With the recent news of Skaven infiltrating the ruins… Our ruins… Beasts of war can never go amiss if well handled… Burn their tunnels to the ground, Sear their corrupted flesh, Burn their broken bodies and pave us an ashen path to reclaiming what is rightfully ours...” Now let some of his anger slip past his calm exterior, Izqux continues, his flickering eyes wandering around the room as he thinks.
“We should, however, be vigilant of its Chotec gifted abilities… Flame paired with animalistic savagery can cause much damage among a maze of thatch and wood... ”
“I suggest that you keep the beast well away from the camp until it is needed, and even then handlers should be present… If you wish to make a pen or confine for the beast as well as any attempt in domesticating it, Speaking to the camp’s lead handler ‘Uykar’ wound be invaluable. Despite my reluctance to say, He is far more knowledgeable than me when it comes to beasts of the jungle and their many ways….”
“Uykar can usually be seen amongst the Ahautli holding bays, Those great beasts are truly invaluable to our efforts, able to bear huge loads and extract rubble with ease... “ He sidetracks, before giving out the directions “Just on the east outskirts of our camp, near the tidal swamps…”
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Xahanol let his mind wander as he stroked the salamanders calmed body, its exhausted limbs splayed out as its chest gently rose and fell with relaxed breaths whilst its large face fell on the floor, its large mouth open letting small beads of corrosive saliva pool onto the damp ground with a hiss.
Stretching his arms, Xahanol slowly gets up to begin gathering stones and rocks for a small pen where the beast can be safely stored.
The sounds of several frogs rhythmically croaking from amongst the reeds and mirky water gradually perswaded the skink handler to get up and begin walking towards a collection of large rocks at the edge of the bank, the satisfying sound of soft muddy sand and leaves crunching underfoot punctuating the jungle orchestra.
Muttering to himself, Xahanol stepped over to another larger rock, partially digging out of the swamp bank before clasping it with both hands and hauling it back to a small pile of similar stones with a grunt.
The skink’s muscles seem to groan as Xahanol looked over to the neat heap of rocks he had assembled in front of him. With help from some others and the use of thick mud, He could get an enclosure built in no time.
Now slowly walking back to the salamander to catch his breath, something flashed in the corner of his eye, A fleeting shadow…
An indescribable and eerie feeling came over the skink, The faint sounds of rustling getting carried on the wind now accompanied with what felt like several pairs of eyes watching him from a distance sent shivers down his spine…
Trying to calm himself down, Xahanol looked around. “Xolek… Why in the old ones is it taking you so bloody long…” He whispered under his accelerating breath, now feeling his heart beginning to beat faster and louder...
Unable to react, Xlauax Quickly kicks the slave, Jolting it forward and back into the real world where it realises that its only option is to speak…
‘MasTer! Don’t Hurt Skaven-Rat! Euhh euhh… Best-Clan ‘Dust seekers’ Best best clan. Ordered to search-steal from temple vault .. vaults” The rat splutters, Trying to formulate an answer to the rapid questions whilst simultaneously trying to writhe its way out of the many chains and ropes wrapped around it.
“We-We must Do as Stormvermin StormVermin HaTE STormVerstormvermin say yes-yes, Take gold-shiny plaque many power-magic trinkets back to Dust seekers. Dust seeKer Euhh for-r E-EshiN EshiN….” The Slave suddenly forgets his fear and looks around, studying the area with great alarm before continuing.
“Euhh… PlEaSe Master donT Kill, D-dont Kill, No more… Secrets-lies. Only Only Poor-low slave rat… Cant Euhh.. D-Dont-cant no-Know any more more… ” The slave mumbles, its pitch starting to become more erratic and uneven, Whilst it whisperers unintelligible words under its breath..
Grabbing the slaves head with his free hand, Xlauax angles it upwards staring deep into the rat’s eyes now swirling with madness as its mouth froths stirring itself into a frenzy of fear. ‘Ss-Speak, S-sslave or I will Cut y-you’
Despite The chameleon’s threats, the slave is unresponsive, Its eyes blank and unblinking as it continues to breathe rapidly and sprawl out in a seizure.
Now realising that the captive had no more to give, Xlauax readied his sharp blade. He wanted the rat’s death to be as painless as possible… A clean-cut preferably… Xlauax could only handle so much suffering and torment… After what he had been through.. He knew the slaves fear and torment…
As the rat’s limbs flailed widely, Xlauax quickly pressed its weak body against the floor before striking down with Pain’s searing blade in a rapid motion.
Without stopping the metal sliced through the soft, corrupted flesh of the Skaven’s neck.
Finally, the slave’s body stopped moving, its decapitated head slowly rolling away from the bloody stump it originated from.
The small trickles of blood gently pooled onto the sun-baked earth, Slowly draining away, saturating the soil with a dark crimson… The serpent gods thirst would be slaked for but a few more minutes.
----
“Very interesting, very very interesting… I may need to get hold of some of that stuff myself some time…” The priest sigh’s, looking down at Xolek’s Pipe before handing it back to him whilst speaking out about the oracles recent remarks “Indeed, Yuxa does not weave your paths… Your future is within the hands of the serpent god And intertwined with that of a beast you so knowingly speak of so seems…”
Now realising that he is going off track again, The Seer trails off, glancing at the many glass orbs lining the shelf before getting back to the subject. “About that salamander… swamp creature of Ololoq... “ He mutters “ Well, From what I have seen during my many years, salamanders are hostile, survival minded creatures... Yet they still have many, many uses… All of which we at the camp could benefit from…”
Xolek slowly nods, listening with full attention. “The skink artisans have been lacking ways to superheat their forges and kiln’s with the dry season coming to the end dry tinder is starting to become scarce.” “And well, With the recent news of Skaven infiltrating the ruins… Our ruins… Beasts of war can never go amiss if well handled… Burn their tunnels to the ground, Sear their corrupted flesh, Burn their broken bodies and pave us an ashen path to reclaiming what is rightfully ours...” Now let some of his anger slip past his calm exterior, Izqux continues, his flickering eyes wandering around the room as he thinks.
“We should, however, be vigilant of its Chotec gifted abilities… Flame paired with animalistic savagery can cause much damage among a maze of thatch and wood... ”
“I suggest that you keep the beast well away from the camp until it is needed, and even then handlers should be present… If you wish to make a pen or confine for the beast as well as any attempt in domesticating it, Speaking to the camp’s lead handler ‘Uykar’ wound be invaluable. Despite my reluctance to say, He is far more knowledgeable than me when it comes to beasts of the jungle and their many ways….”
“Uykar can usually be seen amongst the Ahautli holding bays, Those great beasts are truly invaluable to our efforts, able to bear huge loads and extract rubble with ease... “ He sidetracks, before giving out the directions “Just on the east outskirts of our camp, near the tidal swamps…”
----
Xahanol let his mind wander as he stroked the salamanders calmed body, its exhausted limbs splayed out as its chest gently rose and fell with relaxed breaths whilst its large face fell on the floor, its large mouth open letting small beads of corrosive saliva pool onto the damp ground with a hiss.
Stretching his arms, Xahanol slowly gets up to begin gathering stones and rocks for a small pen where the beast can be safely stored.
The sounds of several frogs rhythmically croaking from amongst the reeds and mirky water gradually perswaded the skink handler to get up and begin walking towards a collection of large rocks at the edge of the bank, the satisfying sound of soft muddy sand and leaves crunching underfoot punctuating the jungle orchestra.
Muttering to himself, Xahanol stepped over to another larger rock, partially digging out of the swamp bank before clasping it with both hands and hauling it back to a small pile of similar stones with a grunt.
The skink’s muscles seem to groan as Xahanol looked over to the neat heap of rocks he had assembled in front of him. With help from some others and the use of thick mud, He could get an enclosure built in no time.
Now slowly walking back to the salamander to catch his breath, something flashed in the corner of his eye, A fleeting shadow…
An indescribable and eerie feeling came over the skink, The faint sounds of rustling getting carried on the wind now accompanied with what felt like several pairs of eyes watching him from a distance sent shivers down his spine…
Trying to calm himself down, Xahanol looked around. “Xolek… Why in the old ones is it taking you so bloody long…” He whispered under his accelerating breath, now feeling his heart beginning to beat faster and louder...