I honestly never thought that writing a Warhammer Fantasy crossover would get me to look up not just the Warhammer wiki but also Wikipedia articles on Real-life history as well as 1d4chan. Welp, at least I know that I'm invested in writing this fic. The line from the Dragon who I admit now is Tatsumi, was a reference to the "Magical Realm" D&D Meme. The creatures that Mugrub Fiendslayer killed were Mournfangs and a Rhinoxen. Lastly Suzuki Satoru killed a Promethean which was the giant crab and it'll be referenced in this chapter.
"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown."
- H.P. Lovecraft
Shirou lay witness to an absurd sight. What can only be described as Orcs were riding armored boars and were working alongside Goblins dressed in clothing resembling that of the Mongols riding abnormally large wolves. It was more bizarre than the Squigs. He materialized a copy of Hrunting along with his bow. He pulled the bow-string then fired.
The Hound of the Red Plains broke the sound barrier as it tore through multiple Greenskins in an explosion of limbs. The sword then turned around mid-air and came back to its owner. He fired again; this time it became faster as it vaporized more Greenskins into a fine red-mist. The only one left now was the War-Boss, who was enraged. The not-so-jolly green giant proceeded to charge at Shirou.
Shirou fired again a third-time which the Orc parried with its weapon, only for Hrunting to redirect itself at the War-Boss from behind and striking the monstrous Orc in the back in a devastating blow.
The Orc Warboss died in an explosion of viscera.
The odd thing is that he realized a while back that the Aether in the air was split into 8 types. Each mystical energy seemed to concentrate in different places and times. One of the energies gathered around the fire it smelled hot, if that makes sense. The one that he used for his Magecraft seemed stable yet fluid and tended to gather near solid materials. The most unsettling energy was one that seemed to gather in places of death, such as the corpses of his recent enemies it gave off a sense of certainty and acceptance.
In the Mountains of Mourn
Mugrub Fiendslayer was building another camp for night-fall. The sun was quickly setting beyond the horizon. As he finished his preparations, he then heard a hungry growl in the wind. He quietly drew his Adamantine long-sword and then quickly turned to block a claw-swipe from a gaunt giant creature. It could only be described as an Aberration, as its alien troglodytic appearance reminded him of the various horrors of the Daelkyr he had fought before when he had encountered The Cults of The Dragon Below.
He then used his strength to force the sword through the monster's fingers, cutting them off. The beast howled before Mugrub jammed the sword into its mouth impaling it through the throat as the blade emerged through the other end of its neck. The creature went silent as it collapsed to the floor. He then decided to inspect the creature.
It appeared to be an emaciated ogre that had mutated and seemingly adapted to a dark environment. It probably emerged from a nearby cave-system as soon as dusk settled. He then wondered what the last thing it ate was. He then suddenly had an interesting idea.
He used his sword to cut open its stomach to see what it had eaten in the last few hours. He pulled out a few bones, what appeared to be a human skull and a strange green-rock that burned at the touch.
"Is that a Dragon-shard?" he asked in confusion.
Dragonshards were magical resources found in his world in various places. But this did not resemble a Khyber Dragonshard or any other Dragonshard he had seen before. In-fact it may not even be a Dragonshard at all. He decided to put it back where he had found it.
As he was about to prepare for the night another monster came. This next aggressor was a Troll of sorts that proceeded to catch him by surprise when it spit acid at him. Luckily his armor was enchanted against acid attacks. He took advantage of this and decided to use his secret weapon against Trolls. His Aberrant Dragonmark.
He called upon its power as a stream of flame burst from his finger-tips. The creature had its head set on fire as it panicked and fled. His Aberrant Dragonmark's defect was that every time he used it, it would give him horrible vivid nightmares of traumatic events happening in either the past, the present or the future. He was not looking forward to sleeping for the night.
Later that same night
His dreams showed a catastrophic event. He first saw great sweeping plains of fertile and rolling grasslands spreading from horizon to horizon. It was teaming with grazing gnubeast and lumbering yak in the fields. The main inhabitants were ogres like the one he had seen before who lived as nomads. Then a great burning light filled the sky as a large celestial body came crashing down towards the earth.
As it continued to grow closer, it eclipsed the two moons and drove the wildlife mad with fear. As a corona of sickly green light formed around the comet. The comet eventually slammed into the earth with such force that it was felt on the other side of the world. All life around the impact was immediately vaporized and two-thirds of the ogre population was destroyed. The comet then seemed to burn its way deeper into the earth after it had already landed.
The land became a scorched wasteland tainted with foul energies that burned the ogre's skin. Barely any life had survived and starvation soon set in. The remaining tribes degenerated into cannibalism as hunger and drought gnawed away at their bellies that had once been full. The majority of the survivors fled to the same mountain range he was currently in. While others followed one who would later become a prophet after seeing the crater left from the impact that they would proclaim as their terrible god.
He awoke in the morning wondering how long ago that was.
Somewhere on the shores of Lustria
Skinks where scouting the lands, ever vigilant for potential threats to The Great Plan. When, then suddenly a large crab known as a Promethean washed up dead on the beach. The Skink scouts rushed to report what they saw as an ill omen. They went to the temple-city of Hexoatl, City of the Sun. They would ask for the council of Lord Mazdamundi.
In the Wood Elf Realm of Anmyr
Tatsumi, the human in the form of a dragon, was finally at the location that needed some decent pest-control, the nature seemed to be mostly either dead or dying. As he entered, he extended his senses to search for the "Beastmen" that they seemed to hate so much. He then found them hiding amongst the trees, slowly advancing. They really were Beastmen as they were in-fact beasts that walked like men. They had a disturbing mix of features, having the horns and hooves of grazing herbivores and yet also sporting the claws and teeth of carnivorous beasts.
He then proceeded to catch them by surprise as he fired a bio-electric blast at them. They were caught off-guard and engulfed in the explosion. Their pained howls and shrieks filled the air as they were consumed by the blast. Then a giant green one with four arms and various mutations including extra mouths appeared rising from the flames, then it charged.
As it grappled him, more came out but these ones were sporting mutations and deformities as well. Some also appeared diseased and zombie-like but didn't seem to mind. He then saw other creatures emerge. They were completely different; they weren't beasts but decaying monsters. They all had one common theme to them however.
They were all rotting, had one or two horns and looked disturbingly happy. Tatsumi pushed the monster he was currently grappling with off-balance. He then tackled it and forcefully broke its jaw at an unnatural angle, severing the brain-stem (Picture what King-Kong did to the T-rex). He then threw the broken body of his opponent at the other monsters. They were crushed to paste as a result.
Whatever was going on here was sinister and unnatural. The Elves clearly didn't tell him everything. As he contemplated this, another mutated Beastman emerged. This one however, gave off a sinister aura. It had a staff in hand and a crab-claw where it's other hand should be.
In Praag
It was a good thing that there was meat left over from the Squigs and Boars to trade for local currency. He also got wolf-pelts to trade as well, which was even better.
As they entered Praag, they immediately saw a large number of travelers going back and forth. Shirou then noticed one group in particular. Mutilating themselves and shouting religious jargon. Flagellants, they evidently existed in this world too. Although, in his modern world flagellation was still practiced only in certain Roman Catholic countries, such as Italy, Spain and the Philippines on certain religious days.
"Flagellants, they probably came from the Empire of Man." Commented Martha.
As they were beginning to pass by one of them pointed at Shirou.
"Murderer!" Shirou looked at the madman as he continued on.
"So, what if you called them madmen, they had their own dreams and ambitions! Who gave you the right to snuff them out!" He talked about things he shouldn't have possibly known about him. Shirou sensed a malevolent presence behind his words.
Shirou projected a Black-key and proceeded to cut the man's hand with it. What first appeared to be blood began to come out but then quickly changed form becoming a writhing mass of pink tendrils and rows of teeth that squealed with laughter. He then impaled it with the Black-key killing it instantly. As it evaporated into mist, it said these final words.
"My Lord already plans your demise. You will see."
Everyone there watched the entire event unfold and were terrified.
So, apparently so far Tatsumi has killed a Gorghon and encountered Morghur. Momonga's dead crab washed up and was viewed as an omen by the Lizardmen. Mugrub killed a Gorger and burned a stone troll, then had a nightmare about the Great Maw. While Shirou fought off a warband of Greenskins and then had his first actual encounter with chaos.
Equipment of Mugrub Fiendslayer:
Ring of Psychic Resistance
Adamantine Long-sword of Sharpness
Mithral Armor of Acid Resistance, Half Plate
Ring of Necrotic Resistance
Ring of Poison Resistance
Feats:
Charger
Martial Adept
Aberrant Dragonmark
Inventory:
Potion of Vitality (2)
Potion of Fire Resistance (2)
Mournfang Trophy
chunks of meat(20)
