It had been a long and bloody year for the scarred and brutal Greenskin known as only Snagrog Deadeye. He had travelled throughout the world seeking the biggest and best fights. For years and years he had fought a constant challenge to seek out the greatest and strongest foes. His luck however did not assist him in his quest. Although he had fought numerous beasts of the old world, trolls and ogres and several spawns of Chaos, none had truly quenched his battle lust. As he strolled through the northern wastes, Snagrog recalled old memories from many years before.It seemed like it only happened yesterday. The ancient Vampire whom he considered his greatest challenge yet. It was strong, fast and cunning, even more cunning than a runty Gobbo trying to get on top of its mates. Even now, after many decades since the battle had transpired, it was still as clear as day in his mind. The snarling, twisted face leering back at him. Its tremendous claws shining in the moon light, drenched in his own blood. Yes....quite fun. Snagrog had changed quite a lot since then. He sported a tremendous spiked helm which completely concealed his face, with openings only for his nose to breath through and his eyes. His armour, which had served him well over the years, had been improved with extra spiky bits and more bits and pieces salvaged from fallen warriors he had slain. During his travels Snagrog had also collected a large amount of weapons. In fact, he had collected so much, if one were to see him you would think he were preparing himself for a massive campaign. Snagrog himself looked like a behemoth, almost completely covered in tremendous spiked heavy armour. Snagrog's body was covered with axes, swords, shields and other weaponry which he had found. Attached to his sides were dozens of Choppas, each of them with extra spiky bits added personally by Snagrog himself. On his back were two great shields, one stolen from a Dwarf chieftain whom he had ambushed in the Mountains. The other he had found whilst running from the tremendous hordes of Skaven deep within the depths of the old fortresses of the Dwarfs. Once being a masterpiece of craftmanship, was now a battered and scarred piece of metal. Snagrog did not care, so long as it could still withstand shots from arrows or strong enough to smash a humies face in, it would still hold a place in his arsenal. Snagrog's personal favourite was "Bone Splitta" a gigantic double handed axe. It was slow to strike, but once it hit something it would normally not get back up or at least would cut a great chunk from them. Snagrog clenched his axe with pride as he recalled smashing in a Chaos humies skull clean through with his great and tremendous axe, which had been stained with the blood of his victims. ****** In front of him was a tremendous fortress, towering over him several hundred feet high. He could not help but gaze in awe at the mighty structure. It was big, spiky and bloody huge. Suddenly, Snagrog heard an ear piercing screech sound from the walls. He staggered back, trying to endure the horrifying wails, which grew louder and louder. Clunk. Snagrog looked to his feet and saw an arrow embedded in the ground. By instinct, he propped his mighty war axe on his back and drew his shield and choppa out. Lifting it over his head, he could hear the whistling of arrows heading towards his direction and loud thuds when they made impact. Snagrog let out a grunt as he felt an arrow pierce his shoulder plate. If he stayed here he was going to die, Snagrog by instinct ran forward, which lead him towards the entrance of the fortress. Little did he know he would meet an old nemesis. Oh well, a good fight is a good fight, thought Snagrog, as three more arrows ripped into his shoulder plate. "WAAAGH!!!"

As the sound of the great wails reached Malifact's ears he immediately entered a different state of mind. Becoming nothing more than an imprint engraved into the minds of those who watched him, Malifact took off. He glided through the hole in the wall and landed on the courtyard outside. There was something different about Malifact now. He looked distorted, as though he was surrounded by non existant flames. From his eyes now burned bright flames, and his hooves left fiery imprints where he walked. His wings were spread wide and his sword was alive with pure energy. His gaze was fixed on the greenskin charging through the gates some distance away. ******** Snagrog felt a sudden burden on his shoulders. Was it that 'Umie up ahead? He continued running, and the arrows had stopped raining down upon him. It was a strange looking 'Umie. It was bigger, and it had big wings. He couldn't make out what it looked like because there was black stuff surrounding it. It looked like the heat that came off of a Stuntie when you set it on fire. Then something occured to Snagrog. He was sure he'd seen that Chaos 'Umie before. He deided to shout at it. "Oi! 'Umie! I'z gonna give you a good crumpin'!" He bellowed. Maybe that would do something. To Snagrog's annoyance, the 'Umie didn't budge. "I said I'z gonna give you a good crumpin'!" Snagrog roared, even louder this time, still running. The 'Umie still didn't respond. "Is you deaf ya stinkin' tin-can!?" This time there was a response, though not in a way that Snagrog had expected. Inside his head there was a terrible whisper. It sounded old and laden with pure malice. Snagrog Deadeye It rasped. It gave Snagrog quite a surprise, but he kept on running anyway. It was probably that dodgy looking wolf he ate earlier. Run to your death It said again. It was very eerie. "Shut it!" Snagrog shouted at no-one in particular. Suddenly there was a white flash that obscured his vision and it was replaced by the haunting face of a familiar vampire. It skin was drawn taut over it's face and it's milky white eyes held only death. Foam gushed from it's fanged mouth. As soon as it came it was gone. It made Snagrog stop in his tracks, his heart pounding in his barrel chest. "Dis place is wierd" He said, shaking his head. Out of nowhere, the Chaos Boy appeared right in front of him, and his face was right next to Snagrog's. Now Snagrog knew who it was. Those infernal eyes burned into Snagrog's soul and aural senses were filled with screams and hysterical laughter. "Get outta me way, ya git!" Roared Snagrog instinctively, and he swung his Choppa round in a wide arc. The Chaos Boy flickered and vanished. But he heard the flickering of his eyes behind him and the sound of a sword being drawn...

Buzag As Buzag tended to Dustbins latest injury that he picked up off of a rat-thing in the mountains, he sensed something, something dark. Now he could feel a wind picking up and pulled his hat down to keep it out. It was an unusually cold wind and carried a faint smell. Once he finished Dustbins cut up he headed to where the wind was coming from - the north. Buzag was already in northern Kislev at this point so north meant only one thing, Chaoz 'Umies. Keeping his latest four squigs under control and quiet so as not to attract attention was hard when Mr Stabby was getting smaller (due to Bigguts chomping the end off) but he managed and after many hours of scouring the wilderness for the source of the smell, he came across a large ominous fortress. It was as big as Buzag could see and it's walls were jet black. He circled the walls to find the entrance and mounted Squiggy II. Buzag yelled as loud as he could, 'Oi you Chaoz 'Umies! Lemme in or I'll set me squigs on yer!' The door creaked open and he saw a lowly thrall beckon him in. 'Chompy! Shu'up ya runt!' He saw a giant Orc and what seemed to be a large winged 'Umie fighting just ahead of him. The thrall that let him in tried to lead him away to what he called the Council chamber. Buzag still hadnt a clue where he was or why but recalled an encounter a few years back with a shaman. He spoke of an infamous Chaoz 'Umie guild they called Invicto Incarnate. Given the menacing dark fortress in the northern wastes where he found himself and the large winged 'Umie, Buzag still didn't have a clue where he was. He followed the thrall to this Council Chamber and barged ahead of the thrall as he opened the door (still atop Squiggy) Inside the room he found three Pointy Eared 'Umies and a Chaoz 'Umie. The female Pointy eared 'Umie stood as Buzag entered the room. 'It seems we have another new recruit.' She said. 'Whatz all dis den?' Buzag asked almost totally unaware of the question he was being asked. His other squigs all shuffled into the room, baring teeth as menacingly as they could given the scars and bandages. 'This is Incivto Incarnate small one' Sneered the Chaoz 'Umie 'Whatz dat?'...

Vashio quickly stood up, and with a roar, "Malifacts in trouble!" Drew his sword and flung himself out of the hole, to everyones surprise. "Oi, a pointy eared ding!" Snagrog bellowed, dodging a swipe from Malifacts sword. Without a word, Vashio leapt to Malifacts assistance, both hacking at Snagrogs bulk. "Vashio, leave. Now!" Malifact ordered. Vashio pretended he didn't hear, and accurately slashed Snagrogs already bleeding shoulder, and a large fist hit both him and Malifact as it swung in an arc. The Druchii leapt back from the hit, and crouched, ready to pounce.

Ragnarok seeing Vashio leap out of the hole leapt up and went to the hole to see what had happened, hearing "Vashio, leave. Now!" he dropped down to the courtyard and watched as vashiop disobeyed his order. He saw Vashio get ready to rejoin the fight and leapt on him and pinned him. "Didn't you hear the Sol Invictus you Druchii idiot, he said leave!" Upon saying this he pulled Vashio up and through him into the wall below the window; "Watch if you wish but unless Malifact invites you to join the fight, don't!

Crysania looked out of the hole in the wall and sighed. "Don't he really think that Malifact can take care of himself? I know you don't have the power of the arcane arts, so i will tell you. That man, or monster or what you want to call him, is the most powerful being i have ever met. Besides The Witch King, ofcourse. Recruits, let me show you the power of your leader," Crysania said. She moved her hand as in a waving movement. Everyone in the room could suddenly see through the wall, and as that wasn't enough, it was like the background was enlarged so that the fight between an orc and a human suddenly became more than just visible.

'Oi! I'z don't smell dat bad ya runts! No need to jump out the window tingy!' The only others left in the room were two of the Pointy Eared 'Umies. Buzag dismounted Squiggy and prodded the rest into one of the corners of the room. He tried to see out of the hole but the Pointy Eared 'Umie was in the way and the hole was maybe 4' up (being as Buzag is an inch shy of 4' he was a tad annoyed). Luckily the P.E.U. was a shaman 'Umie so she made it nice and big for him. (OOC: 1. Griker stop posting while I'm writing mine lol 2. P.E.U. means Pointy Eared 'Umie - it saves me having to write it out every time)

Snagrog swiftly turned, swinging his axe in a tremendous arc. He was quickly knocked off balance as the Chaos boy struck out, with almost no effort, parrying Snagrog's blow. The mighty Orc staggered back, surprised that something so small could be so strong. Never mind. It was just luck. Snagrog leapt forward this time striking wildly, left, right and center. Each strike in turn was easily parried, and Snagrog began to feel slightly concerned. The Chaos boy was good, too good. Once again it vanished into thin air during another one of Snagrog's swings. "Weak fool...." whispered a cold voice. Snagrog retorted with a large Waaagh. There was no reply. Snagrog gasped for breath, still grasping his massive war axe in his hands, his eyes darting left and right, trying to see if the Chaos boy would be returning. After a while, Snagrog regained his breath, and realised it must be gone. Just as Snagrog was about to turn around, something sent him flying from his feet. Snagrog slammed into the side of the wall, and he could hear a large crunch as several pieces of his arsenal were shattered. Sprawling back to his feet, Snagrog turned, and saw the Chaos boy staring at him from across the courtyard. Snagrog was fortunate to have survived the impact, although it had taken its toll, his armour severely battered after the hit Snagrog could feel his eyes begin to shut. He gradually lost the grip of his war axe and fell to the ground. "Zoggin humie..." he muttered before he lay unconscious.

Malifact gazed over at the unconscious Orc, almost wishing it would get back up and give him a challenge. But sadly, it did not. Malifact's eyes moved over to Vashio who was being held inplace by Ragnarok. Malifact strode over and looked down upon the Druchii who stared back up at him. "You disobeyed me" Malifact said, his voice as cold as death. "My Lord, I-" Began Vashio, but was interrupted. "You disobeyed an order by your Sol Invictus. Do you underestimate me? Do you think me incapable of handling one Greenskin? Did you think I would let disloyalty go unpunished?" Malifact rasped. "I was merely trying to prove myself" Vashio said smoothly, his voice carefully neutral. Malifact turned his gaze to Ragnarok. "Release him, Ragnarok. Return to the council room and rest in the knowledge that at least you are not a fool." With a nod, Ragnarok turned and walked back through the hole in the wall. Vashio stood and bowed his head, awaiting his punishment. But it did not come. "I think that it in this matter, it is not for me to decide your fate. You have proven yourself to be disobediant, brash, and foolish. And you have not even entered the trials yet. I itch to slacken my doubt with the feel of your snapped neck between my fingers, but no. Only the trials can truly tell. If you are not worthy then you shall suffer a fate much worse than death anyway. But remember this." Malifact said, his voice becoming dangerous. "Never interrupt my fight again." Immense pain filled Vashio's head and he pitched forwards. The pain didn't stop and it only grew greater. His nose bled and his mouth foamed. And then it was gone. When Vashio got up, Malifact was ordering several Warriors to take the Orc down into the duingeons, where there it would be manacled and used in the next games.

As the orc slammed into the wall, Khain this time struggled not to laugh. He stood, walking to the hole, drawing a thin tendril of blood from the silver flask at his waist as he walked. As he reached the hole he pushed the tendril of blood into a small platform and placed his foot upon it, continuing to walk and alternating the blood into platforms as he did so, for five steps away from the fortress. From here he had a much better view of the happenings in the courtyard, and the night breeze moved ever so slightly with a cool breeze from the south. It seemed so serene here, but he knew that a storm would likely blow up soon and remove that. He listened quietly as Malifact scolded Vashio almost as one would scold a child, but as Vashio doubled over he was slightly shocked. He had a good idea of what was happening, as similar things had been done to him. But the way Malifact did it, without a single movement or incantation had him inwardly fearful. What kind of monster was this, and what would happen to one who committed a more severe insubordination?

Vashio gritted his teeth, but he had much to much pride to apologise. Still, reason did not work with Malifact. He straightened up, and glared at Ragnarok as he climbed up back. Following, he did so, and eventually sat in his place, his eyes full of hatred, of pure evil. The Druchii observed Malifact carefully, his eyes scanning the armoured giant. His view switched to Ragnarok, and as it did so, the Chosens eyes with with his own. It was if time stopped, pulses of Hatred flowing steadily through the air. Somehow, they could tell what the other was thinking, and mysteriously a conversation errupted. "Ragnarok, your dead for that." Vashio threatened. "Believe me, you've been on my hitlist since i saw you." the spiteful reply came. "Oh, trust me Ragnarok. I will kill you if it takes me a hundred years. My lifespan is longer." The Black Guard winked. "Elf, don't go playing tough with me. We both know i'd smash you senseless." "Your previous performance showed otherwise, you tone of useless tinfoil." Vashio laughed. The Druchii felt the waves of hatred become stronger, it was extremely wierd, he'd have to ask Malifact soon, if he hadn't already noticed. "How dare you insult me!" Ragnaroks voice erupted like thunder. "I dared to then." Vashio sarcastically replied, smiling gently, but the link quickly broke. He turned towards Malifact, and the Sol Invictus had seemed to have noticed nothing.

A few hours passed with nothing special happening. There were a few fights between Vashio and Ragnarok every now and then. Of boredom Crysania suddenly said: I am bored. So i would like to challenge anyone who will take it up. Anyone? Please..."

A small hooded figure, still soaked head to toe mumbbling "Stoopid Oomies", saw this vast castle. He got ever closer. He Strode aand hide by a close bush, listening and leering out. It like there was a very recent fight, so he waddled on, he saw some Stinkin' pointy ears and choasy boyz, round the bend "I Say old bean what is this commotion about this going on say old chap" He shook his head and then said "Wut iz goinz on ere den?"

He gasped. The cold air sliced his insides and he coughed. Blood splattered the ground. It had been an eternity since he last drew breath on the mortal plane, and the experience was going to take some getting used to. He looked himself over, and was how he imagined, like something out of a distant memory. Studying his features with awe, he slowly stood and took in his surroundings. It was a meadow, surrounded by forest on all sides. He recognised this place. "Glory is mine, Malifact!" The memories hit him like a punch to the jaw. He reeled from the sudden recognition. "The meadow of Khorne," his voice rasped as he spoke, that would take getting used to as well. His helmet, dented at the front, still lay on the ground. Pushing out the indentation with a "pop!" he placed it back on his head. Still fits, he mused. The flowers around him recoiled from his boots at every step he took, fearing that which had climbed out of the earth weeks ago. A familiar sight lay on the ground, a large red axe with a serrated blade. He smiled inwardly and picked it up, it was lighter than he remembered. He swung it round a few times, getting to know it again, then, once satisfied, he dropped it back into it's leather hoop at his belt. There was a sword scabbard on his back, but whatever sat in there once was long lost now. He felt a presence in the back of his mind, his thoughts wondered as to what it could be, when he realised: Malifact, you old dog, he smiled, I'd like to see the look on your face. And so, with a stubborn determination, he set off through the forest and onto the icy tundra of the lost wilderness inside the Chaos Wastes. ****************************************************************************************************************************************** "Impressive, Malifact" he mumbled, smirking, as he looked up at the Impossible Fortress, "you've been busy." It had taken 3 months of consistent march to get here, he had not once stopped, the thought of Malifact's surprise kept him going. Strolling up to the gates, he was approached by a thrall of sorry looking creatures. "Are you here for the trials?" one gasped. Giving no answer, he wrenched free his axe and took it's head clean off. The others screeched and set upon him, but with several quick strokes, they lay dead at his feet, all beheaded. "No, just sight seeing," He muttered and replaced his axe, walking through the doors. Wondering the infinite hallways, Tz'trom Crom'sha came upon a decently sized meeting room, with an odd assortment of characters sitting around a table. Sitting at the head, surrounded by 3 druchii, a chosen of chaos, and a goblin shaman, was Malifact. Tz'trom waltzed in, laughed and sat down, throwing his feet on the table. "Did I miss much?"

Surprised seeing a newcommener, Crysania replied: "Oh well. There have been a few duels. And an orc suddenly were at our gates. But not much, really. We are still waiting for the rest of the host before we start. Take a seat." She said unneccesarily, obviously a bit irritated of the manners presented.