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Slaughter

Apr 29, 2016
Slaughter
  • from Tales of the Khanate

    The war, a gods-be-damned waste of lives. How we had kept the invaders from our lands for so long mystifies me, but I praise the Seer every day for my existence through the Days of Fire.

    At The Pit we had bred our new terror one that would match the ‘more and end this slaughter of our troops. It was our job to deploy ‘Slaughter’ to the northern front.

    I was not alone, with a company of tinker’s and backing from the Great Khan’s tribe we herded the large cage closer to our enemy.

    It started as a deep rumble, any tinker would recognise it from The Pit. The noise the ground makes when it’s about to heavy and buck, the time to strap everything you own down, and hold on for the ride.

    In the north the sky turned vividly blue, with bright red clouds moving swiftly in, jagged green lightning stretched across the skies.

    A cry from ahead made me look at the water in the river, bubbling and boiling, turning a sickly yellow.

    The ground shook violently, huge rents forming in the soil to the north, it was time to leave this place.

    It wasn’t orderly, but neither was it outright chaos as we boarded the good ship Endeavour. We were to lose it later, when the clouds caught up with us, but for a while we escaped the wrath of the rain, with fire coursing through it.

    It was a few days later we found the river separating our lands, the great mountain at its western end. This war is just getting started. We might not have all the tools we had, but we will get there again, and when we do, these humans will pay for the lives they have taken from us.


    Glubsink Grazbash, Warlord