Luthor looked out of the window of his black coach at the dimly lit streets
of the ruined city, he signalled for the coach to stop and hopped down.
"Jev" Luthor shouted
"Yes sir" replied the burly bodyguard
"We're here, this is the place the scouts tracked the attacker"
"Sir, they think he may be a follower of Khorne"
"Yes, I know"
"But Khorne worshippers tend to be very ferocious and..." the man was clearly afraid.
"Jev, are you frightened by these fools" questioned Luthor
"No sir"
"Good, now wake the men and tool up, blood will be spilt tonight in the name of Slaanesh".
Two men stood either side of the large, fairly feeble door. Luthor gave the signal and his men kicked the door down, his men ran in brandishing axes and morning stars. Inside a man quickly rose to his feet and grabbed a large knife but he was cut down before he had time to use it. Luthor observed the room and saw that one of the bodies was holding a smoking pipe; he bent downed and picked it up. It contained small traces of warpstone.
He walked up the stairs and entered the first room, a man in a red cloak armed with a rune-encrusted axe attacked him, his assailant was fast but Luthor ducked under the axe and withdrew his two, long curved blades. He thrust his knives under the ribs of his attacker, then he pulled them back out and shoved them into the man's shoulders, he felt bone crack as he dislodged his attackers shoulder blades. Luthor calmly finished him off by slicing off the head.
Luthor spat at the fallen and proceeded into the next room, he heard shouts from outside "Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!" "Khorne worshippers!" Luthor said as he rushed to the window and saw one of his coaches aflame. Luthor cursed as he saw his hounds trying to fend off the attackers. He gasped as his hounds were butchered like cattle.
Luthor jumped the five-foot down to the road and with inhuman speed lashed the face of one Khorne worshiper with his flail while he parried a blow with his long knife. Luthor's retribution was swift as he danced around his foe, lashing, filling his opponent full of small cuts. Eventually his foe fell into a pile of blood. He noticed a red clad warrior watching him.
The red armoured warrior thought hard about this one, maybe this Luthor was a wild elf from the forest realm of Loren, no, he was to resilient for an elf, but the way he danced around his foe reminded him of a cult of wood elves known as wardancers.
Luthor approached the red armoured champion and demanded a name, the Khorne champion shook his head "Your skull is not needed on the mighty throne, not yet anyway," said the Khornate warrior as he turned, mounted a steed and rode off into the cursed town. Luthor realised that he was destined to fight this fool, for Slaanesh.
"Yes sir" replied the burly bodyguard
"We're here, this is the place the scouts tracked the attacker"
"Sir, they think he may be a follower of Khorne"
"Yes, I know"
"But Khorne worshippers tend to be very ferocious and..." the man was clearly afraid.
"Jev, are you frightened by these fools" questioned Luthor
"No sir"
"Good, now wake the men and tool up, blood will be spilt tonight in the name of Slaanesh".
Two men stood either side of the large, fairly feeble door. Luthor gave the signal and his men kicked the door down, his men ran in brandishing axes and morning stars. Inside a man quickly rose to his feet and grabbed a large knife but he was cut down before he had time to use it. Luthor observed the room and saw that one of the bodies was holding a smoking pipe; he bent downed and picked it up. It contained small traces of warpstone.
He walked up the stairs and entered the first room, a man in a red cloak armed with a rune-encrusted axe attacked him, his assailant was fast but Luthor ducked under the axe and withdrew his two, long curved blades. He thrust his knives under the ribs of his attacker, then he pulled them back out and shoved them into the man's shoulders, he felt bone crack as he dislodged his attackers shoulder blades. Luthor calmly finished him off by slicing off the head.
Luthor spat at the fallen and proceeded into the next room, he heard shouts from outside "Blood for the blood god! Skulls for the skull throne!" "Khorne worshippers!" Luthor said as he rushed to the window and saw one of his coaches aflame. Luthor cursed as he saw his hounds trying to fend off the attackers. He gasped as his hounds were butchered like cattle.
Luthor jumped the five-foot down to the road and with inhuman speed lashed the face of one Khorne worshiper with his flail while he parried a blow with his long knife. Luthor's retribution was swift as he danced around his foe, lashing, filling his opponent full of small cuts. Eventually his foe fell into a pile of blood. He noticed a red clad warrior watching him.
The red armoured warrior thought hard about this one, maybe this Luthor was a wild elf from the forest realm of Loren, no, he was to resilient for an elf, but the way he danced around his foe reminded him of a cult of wood elves known as wardancers.
Luthor approached the red armoured champion and demanded a name, the Khorne champion shook his head "Your skull is not needed on the mighty throne, not yet anyway," said the Khornate warrior as he turned, mounted a steed and rode off into the cursed town. Luthor realised that he was destined to fight this fool, for Slaanesh.