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!EabccEYuUs 06/29/11(Wed)19:36 No.15426630 File1309390572.jpg-(392 KB, 1920x1919, WAR_concept_nov08-02.jpg)
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While you have been blessed with the favor of Tzeentch, your attachment to a single Ruinous Power has left you ostracized from your former tribe even before the seers had exiled you in their jealousy. The taste and feel of girlflesh is a distant memory, and seeing such a ripe young woman, you can't help but fall to the lure of Slaanesh for a bit. You make your way towards her, a hungry gleam in your eye. She cowers before you though, and she kicks and screams as you finally approach her. Try as you might, you can't make her do anything that you wish.
As you struggle with the girl, you feel something wet and gooey fit your face. You look to the side, and are met with another wad to your eye. You curse out loud. The damned dwarf has spat on you twice now, and you can see he wishes to murder you as much as you do to him.
You smile and draw out your knife. Perhaps a sacrifice for the favor of the Raven God again will be in order, you think, as the dwarf's eyes go cold.
You don't give him the chance for a struggle, screaming and lunging at his throat. The knife does not land true, though, but still sinks squarely into the dwarf's chest. Still, in his death throes, the dwarf butts you in the nose, breaking it and causing you to stumble backwards. He cackles one last time and hocks another glob of spittle and blood at you, though it only falls a few feet in front of the dwarf instead of your face. The light slowly dims in his eyes and you sit, bleeding and nursing your ruined face.
What now?( 2d12 and action, first die for your priority and second die for the success of your action, etc etc etc.) |