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Saturday, November 15, 2003

Craftworld Miel'sha - chapter V
yay, saturday! and i've noticed less and less poeple come to my site. my comments for my last few posts went from 9 to 5 to 3 to 2 to 1. well...whatever, here's chapter 5

After the grooling chore of burying our dead, we headed out to find those foul minions. "I've seen this tree before" Al'thae said in a dazed and tired voice.
"And I've seen you shut up before, perhaps you can do it again!" said Auriel in an impatient voice. "He's right though, we've been walking in circles" said another.
"Will you all stop complaining!!!"
"Sorry, can't, it's my job" Al'thae siad as a sarcastic remark.
"Don't make me hurt you Al'thae, because I will if you don't shut the hell up."
*silence*
"What I thought, keep it that way."........."Stop, I hear something..." The squad peered through the bushes to see some blury shaded figures, for it was dusk, and the lack of light made it hard to see the exact figure. "1...2...3!!" The squad leaped out of the bushes, melee weapons drawn. "Stop!!" said a voice, likely from the other group. The sqaud almost fell flat on their faces when they heard that. "well, I'll be damned, how'd you guys end up here?" asked Auriel. "We were banished from our Craftworld long ago, and came here."
It was a band of rangers, experts at disguise, espionage, and the art of death.
"Some of us were captured by Chaos marines when we had our guard down. We took out many of them, but they overwhelmed us with shere numbers. We escaped, but some of our other comrades were not so lucky..."
"Indeed, they horribly mutated."
"How do you know of this?"
"because...they attacked us. We had no choice but to destroy them..."
"hmmmm... I see. What's done is done, now we just wish for vengeance."
"As do we. Our Craftowrld was recently destroyed by a Chaos fleet, and we wish to avenge the souls lost. Do you know if any of our kind of escape pods have crashed on this planet?" Auriel sayed in an excited voice. "Yes, we did find one pod of the sort, but it is heavily gaurded by a large force of Chaos. They might have taken prisoners from it, or killed them."
"Then take us there." Auriel said in a demanding tone.
"Why are there so many Chaos on this planet? What are they really here for?" she thought to herself.
"By the way, my name is Shiek, and these poeple here are what's left of my band. What is yours?"
"Auriel, and this is my sqaud."
"OK, Auriel, let's go open up a can of
wupp-ass."
"I think you have been in this jungle too long."
"He."
With that closing remark, the new band headed to the pods crash site, hoping their friends there are still alive.

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