Disclaimer :I don.t own Warhammer Fantasy.
The Drakwald was and after the explosion of the chaos gates it became a place for a great number of monsters. The amount of warp stone that landed here was enough to corrupt nearly every animal that once lived here. This was no place for the peaceful and so an extreme and corrupted version of evolution created twisted creatures. Greenskins, giants, beastmen chaos creatures and even trolls could be found between its trees. Only the toughest men and women could survive here.
Suddenly the noises of the forest were interrupted by a voice, a voice soon to be known by many.
''AAAAHHHHH!'' A small golden portal opened in the air and something or better someone fell out of it. His fall however was short since soon he began to hit the first tree. ''Fuck, shit, Dreck, Scheiße, merde!'' On his way down our protagonist managed it to hit nearly every branch until finally hitting the ground.
''Urhg. Why Sigmar? Was it too much to open the portal just 20-meter lower was that too much?'' Finally, he stood up. He was dressed in a long black coat with stripes of parchment on it each of them holden by a wax seal. His body was protected by an iron chest plates a brown shirt underneath. Brown trousers were tucked into black steal caped leather boots with little blades on the tips. Two pistols were tucked into holsters which were on a chest belt. On his hip was a black leather belt with several poches and a rapier in its sheet. on his head was a wide brimmed leather hat with a candle on it throwing a shadow on the witch hunters face. Slowly he rose to his full height 2 meters tall broad shoulders and a stern face and eyes which could make grown man piss themselves. Slowly he took a deep breath and...
''Urhg. Why Sigmar? Was it too much to open the portal just 20-meter lower was that too much? Oh god everything hurts, arg as I will kick that god into his nuts the next time we meet. You hear that sigma I will give you a full blown Nussknacker du Arsch!''
After his little rant Eric looked around himself only to see that he was surrounded by trees. ''Where the hell am?'' he thought. Slowly and carefully, he searched his way through the trees avoiding roots and stones.
But his walk was short lived-in form of a from his opinion very spirit killing sight. Spiderwebs. Big spiderwebs. Big spiderwebs with strings as thick as a tow rope. Very bad for someone with aeroacrophobia isn't it?
With sweat running down the sides of his face eric took a step backwards. A fatal mistake.
Within a second a loop closed itself around his foot and yanked him upwards and left him hanging upside down. In a situation like this the witch hunter knew only one word to deskripe his situation. ''Scheiße.''
As already said earlier the Drakwald is home to many dangerous creatures and races. But Eric had the misfortune to have made contact with forest goblins. This kind of golblins had managed it to become independent just like some Wolf Riders or Night Goblins. As their name said they lived in the forests of the world and were known for their giant spiders.
And our witch hunter had walked right into one of their traps. Oh joy.
And there it was the sound of small feet and chitin tapping and over the ground. And there they were. As big as a child, long noses, sharp teeth and glowing eyes forming grotesque grinning faces. And spiders as big as small horses.
As mentioned before Eric suffered under a let's say average arachnophobia. He knew that the common spider would be only be lethal to him if he would swallow it and then choke on it. Still, he hated those arachnid creatures. Now however in fact his fear was very well reasoned by the fact that the things in front of him could probably bite of his head.
This sight started something inside him. The arachnophobia, the fact that he died like an idiot (at least in his opinion), his still aching bones, the blood pouring in his head and a very bad mood combined awoke something in his insides. Since his death there was in the back of his mind, let's call it the ventil of anger and stress. In the morning it relies every now some steam because he feared to come too late to class. At the meeting with Sigmar and revelation of his demise the pressure rose to never known heights but was controlled by Sigmars calming aura. But now? Now was the tim it began to explode like a bottle of Coka Cola mixed with mentos.
In a short sentence. Well, Erics vision turned white as his most primal site came to surface. Something that only showed itself on world cup finals and Oktoberfests.
Chief Grossnasn grinned the forest goblins of Spidermastaz had found their pray. The puny 'umie hung upwards from one of their cunning traps Gork will be pleased.
But something was wrong suddenly the fear on the 'umie's face vanished and was replaced by a mask of anger. With a swift motion he pulled his free leg back just lo let it rush forward to use the tiny choppa on the tip of his boot to slice through the rope holding him up. He rolled of to soften his fall. While doing that he drew his very tin choppa and rammed it through one of the eyes of Grossnasn's spider. The spider gave a shrike and went limp. Gut Grossnasn wasn't able to be really angry about it because the next thing he saw was the dark metal barrel of the prey's pistol.
To have a good comparison of the situation it can be said that the witch hunter fought like a night goblin Fanatic. Of course, he wasn't stuffed to the brim with drugs but he was just as wild and unpredictability. He stabbed, kicked and punched left and right, drilling his rapier into skulls, cracking head with head and occasionally even ripping noses of.
He was practically like Goblin Slayer on cocaine. Only with spiders.
After all the ripping and tearing...and all the other gruesome things were over Eric took a deep breath and finally regained his full consciousness. He looked around and blinked a few times. Then he noticed that he stood on something rather...squishy. After he looked down, he noticed disgusted that his right foot was joint deep inside the face of a dead goblin. If it weren't for his boots his socks would have been soaked with the mixture of brain mass, blood and indefinable liquids.
With a gruesome ''slotch'' he pulled his foot out of the mass that once was a goblin and proceded to make his way through the forest.
Well this was my second chapter. I thank those who left a review and i hope that I will be able to release the next chapters too.
Sincearly Dealer van Wolfenstein.
