Luthor was boiling in red fury. Who was this to slaughter his beloved
hounds, and not even have the courage to face him! Luthor stepped back into
the smoky building and addressed his men,
"We hunt the red-armoured one and gain favour from the beloved Slaanesh"
Luthor spoke loudly. His men cheered.
Luthor, two beastmen and three marauders set off down the wet, cobbled
street. Constantly looking to their sides for enemy's benefiting from the
nights cloak.
They saw light in a building and peered in through the dim window. "Strange. Usually people do not dwell in this part of Mordheim except gangers, these are clearly unarmed." Said Luthor suspiciously. He gave a signal and the beastmen barged through the door. The room was musky and smelt highly of sweat and blood. The walls were made of rotten wood and were falling apart. Only a figure in a large black robe was sat in the corner, a large black hood was pulled tightly around his face. The strange figure appeared to be weeping.
One of the marauders dashed upstairs and returned with news. "Sir, the upstairs has a shrine devoted to the hammer god of Sigmar," said the marauder anxiously, for Luthor was highly unpredictable at the sign of bad or unexpected news.
"The hammer bearer rarely has devotees in Mordheim" said Luthor addressing the black figure.
"Sigmar est dominatus, Sigmar est victorious!" cried the black figure that leapt at Luthor.
Luthor's assailant was old and slow and he dodged the strike with ease to bring his flail crashing across the figure's back as he fell. The figure lay on the floor writhing in agony. Luthor stooped and removed the hood; to his surprise it was a woman.
"What daemon be this!" cried the woman.
"This city belongs to Slaanesh. Not Sigmar, nor the sell-swords, or even the Horned Rat's kin. It belongs to Slaanesh and I will deliver it to him!" Luthor declared as he plunged his knife through the woman's chest. Luthor looked at the house where the shrine to Sigmar was now burning, he had removed one Sigmar purist from the city, just to remove all the other Sigmarites from the world. He thought happily.
It was morning and the sun fought a desperate battle with the thick clouds to light the city, but to no avail. The clouds were too thick and black for any light to penetrate.
A marauder came running down the street towards Luthor's temporary camp, which was an abandoned house.
"What?" asked Luthor
"The red-armoured one heads to the worlds Edge Mountains" said the marauder
"What could he possibly want that is there?" questioned Luthor
"I'm not sure," answered the marauder
"How did you acquire this information?"
"A messenger gave it to me as I was returning from patrol" "A messenger?" thought Luthor trying to put together what was happening. "The tomb of Skaloth" thought Luthor aloud "What?" asked the curious marauder.
"Sklaloth Ironclaw, besieger of the Dwarf stronghold of Karag-Dum. His final resting place lies in those mountains. It is said that who ever discovers and opens his tomb will be rewarded by god like artefacts and favour from the dark ones themselves. Many have tried but none return alive or sane," said Luthor
"Surely this is just legend" asked the marauder
"Are you suggesting that I am wrong?" enquired Luthor as the marauder started to sweat.
"No sir, of course not" said the marauder, knowing that if he said yes it could prove fatal, or worse.
"We head towards these mountains immedietly, leave no traces of us being here," said Luthor as he grabbed his equipment and clambered into the coach.
They saw light in a building and peered in through the dim window. "Strange. Usually people do not dwell in this part of Mordheim except gangers, these are clearly unarmed." Said Luthor suspiciously. He gave a signal and the beastmen barged through the door. The room was musky and smelt highly of sweat and blood. The walls were made of rotten wood and were falling apart. Only a figure in a large black robe was sat in the corner, a large black hood was pulled tightly around his face. The strange figure appeared to be weeping.
One of the marauders dashed upstairs and returned with news. "Sir, the upstairs has a shrine devoted to the hammer god of Sigmar," said the marauder anxiously, for Luthor was highly unpredictable at the sign of bad or unexpected news.
"The hammer bearer rarely has devotees in Mordheim" said Luthor addressing the black figure.
"Sigmar est dominatus, Sigmar est victorious!" cried the black figure that leapt at Luthor.
Luthor's assailant was old and slow and he dodged the strike with ease to bring his flail crashing across the figure's back as he fell. The figure lay on the floor writhing in agony. Luthor stooped and removed the hood; to his surprise it was a woman.
"What daemon be this!" cried the woman.
"This city belongs to Slaanesh. Not Sigmar, nor the sell-swords, or even the Horned Rat's kin. It belongs to Slaanesh and I will deliver it to him!" Luthor declared as he plunged his knife through the woman's chest. Luthor looked at the house where the shrine to Sigmar was now burning, he had removed one Sigmar purist from the city, just to remove all the other Sigmarites from the world. He thought happily.
It was morning and the sun fought a desperate battle with the thick clouds to light the city, but to no avail. The clouds were too thick and black for any light to penetrate.
A marauder came running down the street towards Luthor's temporary camp, which was an abandoned house.
"What?" asked Luthor
"The red-armoured one heads to the worlds Edge Mountains" said the marauder
"What could he possibly want that is there?" questioned Luthor
"I'm not sure," answered the marauder
"How did you acquire this information?"
"A messenger gave it to me as I was returning from patrol" "A messenger?" thought Luthor trying to put together what was happening. "The tomb of Skaloth" thought Luthor aloud "What?" asked the curious marauder.
"Sklaloth Ironclaw, besieger of the Dwarf stronghold of Karag-Dum. His final resting place lies in those mountains. It is said that who ever discovers and opens his tomb will be rewarded by god like artefacts and favour from the dark ones themselves. Many have tried but none return alive or sane," said Luthor
"Surely this is just legend" asked the marauder
"Are you suggesting that I am wrong?" enquired Luthor as the marauder started to sweat.
"No sir, of course not" said the marauder, knowing that if he said yes it could prove fatal, or worse.
"We head towards these mountains immedietly, leave no traces of us being here," said Luthor as he grabbed his equipment and clambered into the coach.