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 Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 12:23 pm
I always love to read there peoples work also I'm looking for some one to take a peak at my work.
I don't know how you all will respond to this but I feel I should try and get one started. What do you all think? I'll make a poll for the hell of it, every one likes gold.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:07 pm
*raises fist in Vitory* (^o^)/
I'm totally all for it West, ZOOT!
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 9:29 pm
ok well I'll make something and post it as soon as I can, any other feel like doing it I'll tell them what I think of there stuff.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 4:15 pm
Ok well I made I made something for the heak of it, it's not done it's short an you may not get it if you you don't know much of warhammer but just let me know what you think. Oh an if you to understand something ask me.
Chapter one
A rebirth
This time of year it’s always chilly, the desert is always cold at night but especially around this time of year. The Wind sweeping sand over it’s self over and over, like some kind of vast sea of grains. I lay in a pile next too all my friends my comrades the men I have know for years and in a mere afternoon there gone. The bodies of them slowly sinking into the sand as it clams them with wave after wave of sand blown over them, I fear I too will become one with this odd environment or come day the sun shall bake me in my own armor like a ham. I drift off into my own thoughts contemplating my impending doom, then shortly after sleep.
I awake with a start to find it still night, I hear rustling and clanking coming from nearby. My hart sores with hope that maybe the rest of the army has come back for the wounded that maybe there are others here to help me and pull me from all the nightmares of the desert I came to think could get me. When I tilted my head I saw the desert had one more fiend I did not think of, a group of humanoid figurers were hunched over a few bodies of my comrades who had passed on. I would not have been to distort of this sight seeing how there’s always those who make a living taking what the dead can’t use, but to my horror they had eyes the glowed a faint red and were pulling gobbets of meat off the bodies and stuffing it into there mouths. I tried to lift my self from the floor but to no avail my wounds had spilt too much of my blood and made me too weak, my panic started to recede as I felt my situation was hopeless. Looking through the visor of my helmet at the vast stretch of stars I think that this is to be my end, to become one with this ungodly place Sigmar give me strength. At this thought I close my eyes make my pace with Sigmar and drift off into what I feel should be my death.
I wake again an too my surprise I’m not dead I have not been eating alive, I have not bleed to death and I have yet to be taken by the desert. Though one thing did confuse me, if I’m not dead then why is Moor sitting by me?
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