Post by Sevirris on Nov 29, 2019 20:55:11 GMT
On the battle's eve Sheverta and a small group of marauders sit together, whilst discussing the plan for the following day. She has been asigned command of this small troop, if they were expendable enough test subjects to her command abilites or ensurance policy, in case she got any ideas she did not know. "Boss are you certain we should enter through the sewer? We may miss the battle entirely." Asks a relatively young looking ravenhaired one, who goes by Wolix his dismay over the prospect obvious, from his intonation. "Yes Wolix, for they will surely attempt to escort their weak ones outside, if their lords or heores have any measure of reason." Sheverta responds calmly looking into the campfire's flame. The most senior of the marauders... a grizzled veteran going by Thala shrugs and with a heavy note of cynicism notes "Even if they don't send anyone through the sewers we might find a fight, because we'll stink like the Crow's flock, before we get through there. How do we even know the right path?". Sheverta rolls her eyes and points to a scroll, in her bag. "Got a map, from the saboteur we caught earlier." chuckles "Have at least some faith come tomorrow, but now rest and make sure your armaments are ready... maybe some purfume too." Sheverta reassures them, as she gets up and heads inside her tent.
Through the night Sheverta's rest had been less peaceful than she would have hoped for. Her dreams filled with images, of a pair a crimson haired Witch Hunter and a fledgeling warrior priest... they've heard the Dark Prince's call, even if they deny it to everyone including themselves through sheer blind zeal... or simple ignorance? Whatever it meant Sheverta would know soon enough. She would wake up, with a malitious grin, for hearing the dark prince, but attributing it to another is something Sheverta herself has done, before that fateful night so many years ago...
The group departs before sunrise, in order to start the roundabout journey early. There was a secret passage into the sewers deep within the nearby forest, which after a couple hours of grueling search the group managed to find, at long last. And as such, with a couple torches they headed inside the stench filled labyrynth. Their step filled with purpose and determination made the stench tolerable, for the time being. All of them had some purfume, in case it got unbarable. Suddenly the ceiling shook and a great deal of muffled noise could be heard, from up above. "So it begins" Sheverta smiles to herself. Momentarily galncing onto the map she adds "Move faster, if a chaos rift opens there is a possibility of Nurgle's minions making an appearance to swarm us." and adds to her own pace, in order to give the example, whilst heading toward a randezvous point, where a number of escape passages link apparently.
They get there just, in time to see first of the cowards emerge, from their now not so secret passages. Sheverta walks forward, with a smile her inhuman beauty making a very contrasting, if slightly amusing mix of expressions among the gathered ranging from confusion to lust all the way to crippling horror, as the Marauders enter their line of sight all magnificent, in their own right the expression would sour into the latter quite swiftly. "Ah, my new slaves... this is quite splendid indeed." Sheverta says looking over her catch. To her disappointment most were fat, greasy, gluttonous, but most importantly ugly aristocrats to her dismay. "Not the best sto-" Sheverta begun to follow up with her speech yet at the last moment she managed to narrowly avoid sweeping sword rudely interrupting her mid sentence. Instinctually parrying several followup blows Sheverta growls, at the insolence and shouts "Surround the swines let none escape. I will deal with this one!", as she refocuses on her assailant the truth strikes her and it's all she can do to not laugh maniacally. The witch hunter, with hair the color of blood. "You will not have them witch!" the Witch Hunter shouts, as she doubles down on her barrage, which Sheverta parries realtively easily noticing her troops fighting a number of other escorts, who have arrived that little bit too late. "You call that swordplay child?" Sheverta mocks toying with her adversary, without taking steps to attack, in order to showcase her magnificent, dance-like beautiful movements, which as luck would have it seems to be a bit of a toutchy topic, for the witch Hunter seeing as she jumped back and shot her flintlock at Sheverta, with righteous fury behind her eyes. Upon being hit in her left shoulder Sheverta recoils and screams blessed silver of the bullet burning her from within. Of course pain Sheverta was used to even sought it out, when in the mood, for more bloody indulgences, but such things simply do not compare, on such a scale. And all playfulness had disappeared, from Sheverta's features, as she with unnatural speed and strength rushes toward the severely surprised Witch Hunter a dark oppressing aura filling the room. And as the Witch Hunter swings in defense Sheverta releases a furious shout as she meets the sword, with her dual runeblades and with all her power behind the strike her runeblades shatter the witch hunter's rapier, after which, in a lightning swift fluid motion Sheverta severs several tendons and as such incapacitating her foe, for future... activities.
As the fighting dies down Sheverta viciously rips the Witch Hunter's gorget off and grabs her by the throat. "Your insolence shall not go without consequence, yet our prince has plans for you... And you shall serve one way or another. Yet there is one more piece to this puzzle" a predatory galnce passes over her features. "At least you look fit for my appetite, unlike these sad sacks of meat. Perhaps there is hope for you yet once you know the truth." With the marauder's assistance the Witch Hunter is restrained and Sheverta uses some of her more creative tools to try and pull that accursed bullet out of her own body, whilst questioning the captives about the whereabouts of her other quarry. Once the abominable bullet is out she would wait, for her gifts to heal her wound.
Whilst waiting Sheverta learned that the one she had been looking for is a Warrior Priest called Alrund a young kind hearted apprentice, who spreads the word of Sigmar and seeks to help her peers, however she apparently got into trouble with her master recently due to her unique interpretations of what Sigmar apparently told her and the actions it lead her to. Also supposed to be best friends, with the Witch Hunter Sheverta just captured.
Taking the now restrained and crippled captive, down a tunnel supposedly leading to the last position she was seen, with her master. Leaving all but two of her marauders to watch the slaves Sheverta soon comes into a merchant's house, which leads to a small square, where indeed the priest and Alrund battle and try their best to keep the morale of their allies up regardless of the odds... and the matter that the inner keep seems to be falling, at least according to what's visible from the current position. With a smile Sheverta heads toward the square's centre, where she shouts at the two priests. "Hey, look what i found." Whilst holding one of her runeblades to the Witch Hunter's throat. The senior Warrior priest turns and scowls, but the apprentice... yes, the apprentice tries to conceal her distress, but Sheverta can see right through it. "Your friend, right? Oh the things i heard of your exploits tsk tsk tsk" Sheverta muses, as the senior priest cauciously approaches sensing a trap he says "Do not listen to the elf Alrund Sigmar will guide us and give us his strength!", at which Sheverta laughs "Look around yourself fool! Your god is worthless! You dedicate your life, body and soul to him yet did he come to you, in your hour of need? no!... Just like the god i used to worship." the priest narrowed his eyes, while Alrund was behind him the priest proudly proclaims "Sigmar protects only the faithful he guides us against the darkne..." At which point Sheverta interrupts him "Well then he's doing a rather shit job isn't he? I mean half the things i heard he told dear little Alrund..." she focuses entirely on the apprentice "Are you so sure it was Sigmar who speaks to you?" Alrund's eyes widen and she screams "Shut up you knife ear liar" her voice filled with frustration and desperation? Sheverta internally cackles to herself now only a slight push is needed the girls psyche has been worn, but now it is to it's breaking point. "Lies? No, i'm the most honest person you've heard all day girl... you may try to deny it, but i've been in your shoes i know the truth behind what you hear... your pears shall not be oblivious forever, even if you survive now. They are going to turn on you and when you need him most your Sigmar shall be silent and his fire will be out of your grasp." Sheverta says, as the senior warrior priest gets close enough to begin chanting something... time's up, but she knew that this moment was essential... her final trial to break the faith of another to become a true chosen of her dark prince. "Or you may join me and be on the side of the god, who provides you all one could ask for... care about you. You know what to do." While Sheverta spoke the senior Warrior Priest's main hand begun to shine warm light blinding to her. Yet he never finished his chant to the horror of the Witch Hunter she held hostage... when the light faded and her eyes adjusted she saw why... there was a warhammer stuck, in his skull as his eyes lost their spark of life. Sheverta looked on, in pure satisfaction, as Alrund says "I... what have i done?" and Sheverta now putting the Witch Hunter gently aside so that the two marauders flanking her can take the witch hunter says "You've made the right choice young one... now come there is yet much we have to do, before this glorious day is over."
Through the night Sheverta's rest had been less peaceful than she would have hoped for. Her dreams filled with images, of a pair a crimson haired Witch Hunter and a fledgeling warrior priest... they've heard the Dark Prince's call, even if they deny it to everyone including themselves through sheer blind zeal... or simple ignorance? Whatever it meant Sheverta would know soon enough. She would wake up, with a malitious grin, for hearing the dark prince, but attributing it to another is something Sheverta herself has done, before that fateful night so many years ago...
The group departs before sunrise, in order to start the roundabout journey early. There was a secret passage into the sewers deep within the nearby forest, which after a couple hours of grueling search the group managed to find, at long last. And as such, with a couple torches they headed inside the stench filled labyrynth. Their step filled with purpose and determination made the stench tolerable, for the time being. All of them had some purfume, in case it got unbarable. Suddenly the ceiling shook and a great deal of muffled noise could be heard, from up above. "So it begins" Sheverta smiles to herself. Momentarily galncing onto the map she adds "Move faster, if a chaos rift opens there is a possibility of Nurgle's minions making an appearance to swarm us." and adds to her own pace, in order to give the example, whilst heading toward a randezvous point, where a number of escape passages link apparently.
They get there just, in time to see first of the cowards emerge, from their now not so secret passages. Sheverta walks forward, with a smile her inhuman beauty making a very contrasting, if slightly amusing mix of expressions among the gathered ranging from confusion to lust all the way to crippling horror, as the Marauders enter their line of sight all magnificent, in their own right the expression would sour into the latter quite swiftly. "Ah, my new slaves... this is quite splendid indeed." Sheverta says looking over her catch. To her disappointment most were fat, greasy, gluttonous, but most importantly ugly aristocrats to her dismay. "Not the best sto-" Sheverta begun to follow up with her speech yet at the last moment she managed to narrowly avoid sweeping sword rudely interrupting her mid sentence. Instinctually parrying several followup blows Sheverta growls, at the insolence and shouts "Surround the swines let none escape. I will deal with this one!", as she refocuses on her assailant the truth strikes her and it's all she can do to not laugh maniacally. The witch hunter, with hair the color of blood. "You will not have them witch!" the Witch Hunter shouts, as she doubles down on her barrage, which Sheverta parries realtively easily noticing her troops fighting a number of other escorts, who have arrived that little bit too late. "You call that swordplay child?" Sheverta mocks toying with her adversary, without taking steps to attack, in order to showcase her magnificent, dance-like beautiful movements, which as luck would have it seems to be a bit of a toutchy topic, for the witch Hunter seeing as she jumped back and shot her flintlock at Sheverta, with righteous fury behind her eyes. Upon being hit in her left shoulder Sheverta recoils and screams blessed silver of the bullet burning her from within. Of course pain Sheverta was used to even sought it out, when in the mood, for more bloody indulgences, but such things simply do not compare, on such a scale. And all playfulness had disappeared, from Sheverta's features, as she with unnatural speed and strength rushes toward the severely surprised Witch Hunter a dark oppressing aura filling the room. And as the Witch Hunter swings in defense Sheverta releases a furious shout as she meets the sword, with her dual runeblades and with all her power behind the strike her runeblades shatter the witch hunter's rapier, after which, in a lightning swift fluid motion Sheverta severs several tendons and as such incapacitating her foe, for future... activities.
As the fighting dies down Sheverta viciously rips the Witch Hunter's gorget off and grabs her by the throat. "Your insolence shall not go without consequence, yet our prince has plans for you... And you shall serve one way or another. Yet there is one more piece to this puzzle" a predatory galnce passes over her features. "At least you look fit for my appetite, unlike these sad sacks of meat. Perhaps there is hope for you yet once you know the truth." With the marauder's assistance the Witch Hunter is restrained and Sheverta uses some of her more creative tools to try and pull that accursed bullet out of her own body, whilst questioning the captives about the whereabouts of her other quarry. Once the abominable bullet is out she would wait, for her gifts to heal her wound.
Whilst waiting Sheverta learned that the one she had been looking for is a Warrior Priest called Alrund a young kind hearted apprentice, who spreads the word of Sigmar and seeks to help her peers, however she apparently got into trouble with her master recently due to her unique interpretations of what Sigmar apparently told her and the actions it lead her to. Also supposed to be best friends, with the Witch Hunter Sheverta just captured.
Taking the now restrained and crippled captive, down a tunnel supposedly leading to the last position she was seen, with her master. Leaving all but two of her marauders to watch the slaves Sheverta soon comes into a merchant's house, which leads to a small square, where indeed the priest and Alrund battle and try their best to keep the morale of their allies up regardless of the odds... and the matter that the inner keep seems to be falling, at least according to what's visible from the current position. With a smile Sheverta heads toward the square's centre, where she shouts at the two priests. "Hey, look what i found." Whilst holding one of her runeblades to the Witch Hunter's throat. The senior Warrior priest turns and scowls, but the apprentice... yes, the apprentice tries to conceal her distress, but Sheverta can see right through it. "Your friend, right? Oh the things i heard of your exploits tsk tsk tsk" Sheverta muses, as the senior priest cauciously approaches sensing a trap he says "Do not listen to the elf Alrund Sigmar will guide us and give us his strength!", at which Sheverta laughs "Look around yourself fool! Your god is worthless! You dedicate your life, body and soul to him yet did he come to you, in your hour of need? no!... Just like the god i used to worship." the priest narrowed his eyes, while Alrund was behind him the priest proudly proclaims "Sigmar protects only the faithful he guides us against the darkne..." At which point Sheverta interrupts him "Well then he's doing a rather shit job isn't he? I mean half the things i heard he told dear little Alrund..." she focuses entirely on the apprentice "Are you so sure it was Sigmar who speaks to you?" Alrund's eyes widen and she screams "Shut up you knife ear liar" her voice filled with frustration and desperation? Sheverta internally cackles to herself now only a slight push is needed the girls psyche has been worn, but now it is to it's breaking point. "Lies? No, i'm the most honest person you've heard all day girl... you may try to deny it, but i've been in your shoes i know the truth behind what you hear... your pears shall not be oblivious forever, even if you survive now. They are going to turn on you and when you need him most your Sigmar shall be silent and his fire will be out of your grasp." Sheverta says, as the senior warrior priest gets close enough to begin chanting something... time's up, but she knew that this moment was essential... her final trial to break the faith of another to become a true chosen of her dark prince. "Or you may join me and be on the side of the god, who provides you all one could ask for... care about you. You know what to do." While Sheverta spoke the senior Warrior Priest's main hand begun to shine warm light blinding to her. Yet he never finished his chant to the horror of the Witch Hunter she held hostage... when the light faded and her eyes adjusted she saw why... there was a warhammer stuck, in his skull as his eyes lost their spark of life. Sheverta looked on, in pure satisfaction, as Alrund says "I... what have i done?" and Sheverta now putting the Witch Hunter gently aside so that the two marauders flanking her can take the witch hunter says "You've made the right choice young one... now come there is yet much we have to do, before this glorious day is over."