.....Drake looked at his Lord, 5 years old and yet his father was being accused of treason, Drake didn't cry, or even sniffle, Melekith had forced him to watch the bitter torment of his fathers beheading, the Executioner doing the work was still young, Drake smiled, his father screaming in pain.
Drake blinked, the Draich came down again, and fully beheaded his father, he smiled even more broadly, his eyes could see the several hacking marks all over his fathers neck.....

.....Drake looked at his Lord, 116 years old and his mother was being burnt, she had raised him well, to be ruthless and punishing, yet she burnt becuase she was jealous of the Witch-King and wanted the throne to herself, Drake had caught her at this and ordered her to be burnt.....

.....Drake looked at his Lord, 293 years old and he was to be Exiled, on the charge of treason, he walked out the court of the Witch-King, and then ran off into the night.....

.....Drake looked at the Chill Warband, Kherith, a Nobleborn come out of Naggaroth to flee a battle against the High Elves, Klaith, a female assassin fleeing becuase she had been on the death list of Shadowblade and escaped by mere chance, just after she had almost assassinated a Highborn plotting to kill the Witch-King, Prince D, another assassin, one who Drake didn't know that past of, and Mord, a grim warrior seeking to slay powerful enemies in battle, the five of them had progressed far and wide.....

.....Drake alone again in his Exile, wandering the Chaos Wastes, a cursed weapon in his hands, he was doomed to wander the Wastes, Lands of the Dead, and other such places where Mortal eyes shouldn't see.....

TO BE CONTINUED.............................

what do you think?

Nice, i like it.
It has some intense writing! :)
I just wana see if you get any other replies as this place has been deserted lately. :(
Anyway good stuff Darmort, keep it up. ;)

I like it. Its got logic to it and not just blood and guts with people ripping eachothers eyes out and so forth.
Although isnt it like a glorious death for a dark elf to die horribly in combat or something?

NO! Arkis that's a Slayer, Gotrek Gurrnisson and Snorri Nosebiter
will post more later guys

I see you are just as bad with the grammer as ever DM! Nice though. Nicely collected as well...


Darmort, my own personal stalker... :lol:

Drake was 301 years old. still walking the Wastes, his head was being crushed by the constant humming of his Scimitar, if he didn't kill soon he would die.
The curse of the blade made him hunt down battle, and every 24 hours he must spill blood, but if he left it for longer than 3 days, he would perish in torment....

Drake now 326 years old. He found a Chaos Sorcerer and had him remove the curse from him and his weapon.
But the Sorcerer couldn't do it without a sacrifice to Tzeentch, Drake had merely warned him not to anger him, the Sorcerer did as he was told and removed Curse from both, Drake and his Scimitar. He was free AGAIN!.......

Drake, 694 years old and now a Khorne Worshipper, he has raised a Warband from Beast men and Maruaders and now had it trained to fighting perfection, he had then travelled out the Wastes to destroy the world of man......


Comments on Part2 please

Hmm thats more of a timeline. It would be great should you choose to expand on that. Also when he and his warband march to war might be good

Akeris: It's coming along with his true self

Part 3

Drake looked at his army, Khorne had blessed him, his Curse gone and his new weapon forged for him b a Slaaneshi Sorceress gleamed in the dank light of the Chaos Wastes, his wrist mounted dart thrower was still there, on his arm, he couldn't take it off, it was his only defencive if he was weaponless, as he had modified it fire anything.....

Drake stared at Keslev, Praag had been breeched when he assualted it with barely 100 Khornite Warriors, it had fallen within the hour and was his capital, Khorne, he senced, was pleased with his work....

Drake ran across the plain towards Middenheim, killing any non-Chaos Worshipper as he went. the last raid was morale boasting as killing a dragon, his troops had fought to safe him from 100 Sigmarite priests in the village, although he didn't know why they were there.....
Drake's army camped on the borders of a forest near Middenheim, the Slaaneshi Sorceress pet he keep was sommoning Daemons, ready for the great battle.....


Next Part will theres a battle, sneak preveiw coming soon.....