Warhammer Battles!!!!

The battle had'nt started well and the grey seer knew it. Lord Scummaw's plague monks had pushed their rotting plague wagon into the pink skinned man-things and had been destroyed utterly. The terrified squeaks and the hint of the musk of fear on the breeze had amused the rat mage. It had however annoyed the towering vermin lord, who brooded - chittering with itself in it's infernal tongue. It stared at Skitt'r and pointed at the heavily armoured man things. "Yes yes, bless the man-things with the horned one's favour. They are chosen of their infernal god and are terrible foes" The grey seer's blood ran cold, such power was dangerous as it required vast amounts of raw energy to cast. He began the invocation, the winds of magic swirling about the seer's paws. The rat deamon's nose twitched and sniffed, smelling the scent of the spell as i formed. It began to excitedly chitter until without warning, the spell disipated having failed. The vermin lord drew itself to its full height and growled "Again!......."

Chieftan Grizzit dueled with the sorcerer. The man thing had looked an easy target. Mages being puny warriors and all, though this one was definitely cheating. Yes cheating, for there was no other explanation as to why he wouldnt die. The man thing expertly dodged and parried the blows before landing the flat of his blade across Grizzit's face. The rat hissed with rage but then heard the quiet chittering of disent from his own ranks. The clan rats could sense his weakness and injury and were ready to pounce. Without thinking he squeaked as loud as he could "Great-great vermin lord. Save your most humble....and valued servant!" The vermin lord in a mock bow replied "Of course mighty one, i will save you. You are destined for greatness in the eyes of the horned rat. Yes yes, kill their general you will" and with a contemptuous gesture sent the squealing standard bearer hurtling toward the chaos demon prince. Without a second thought the cowardly rat threw his banner at the enemy general and dived into the under brush. With a shrug of his mighty shoulders the ancient demon laughed then took to the skies to confront the demonic rat. A frenzied flickering of his tail belied the anger of the vermin lord.

Grey Seer Skitt'r looked around nervously. He was in trouble and therefore needed a hasty exit. The vermin lord had stalked off toward the Stormvermin who were feasting upon the the dying bodies of the chaos warriors. This was the perfect opportunity to cut and run. His near victory would be reported to the council of thirteen and it would definitely poor scorn on the useless Scummaw. He had lost them the battle, most definitely.

The Vermin lord silently stalked closer to the gorging stormvermin. With boom it brought it's mighty weapon to strike the ground. The unit looked up and began chittering with terror. Chieftan Vorsk pressed his muzzle to the dirt. "Mighty emmisary of the most beloved Horned Rat, we...er...i gift-give you the fang leader of the man man things" Three burly storm vermin dragged the flailing chaos champion toward the demon, it's eyes glittering with unabated hunger. With a flash of it's yellowed fangs it tore the throat of the screaming northman before descending upon the stormvermin that held him. Within seconds it had consumed the man thing and the three rats. Suddenly it turned it's baleful gaze toward Vorsk "You have pleased me Vorsk. Yes-yes, pleased me, but i hunger for more flesh..." Without a hint of remorse, Vorsk shoved forward two of his own men and jumped clear "I gift-give you my own men. Feast-feast well mighty one" But the vermin lord had already began in earnest on the terrorised stormvermin. As he scrambled away as fast as his legs could carry him he heard the dying screams of his men imploring him for aid. He grinned to himself and began plotting the demise of the fool grey seer Skitt'r. He had earned the praise of a vermin lord - an avatar of the Horned One. Surely this would assure his ascension to Warlord in the eys of the council of thirteen if he could remove the cowardly, yet remarkably lucky Grizzit.

- Simon