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[Iron K]

Nearing the steed, Slaught takes his time to observe the animal.

"You will do.. If you serve well, you might receive blessings from the Dark Gods. But if you fail me, I shall consume you..." He says to the animal. Not because he believes the animal understands him, but because it deserves fair warning..

[Talon Lord Othrim]

It does not take long for the slavers to organise. This routine practiced time and time again. Their leader, efficient, and cold is well rspected by the group. The group, cargo and spoils now stowed begin their journey to Praag.

Praag the city known to it's inhabitants as 'the Cursed City' due to its location, it has suffered at the hands of Chaos on numerous occasions, since it is a target for raiding bands of marauders and for warhosts attempting to drive south into Kislev and ultimately the Empire. Now the city is once again besieged. Fighting is constant and bloody as the armies of the Raven Host strive to once again take controll of this strategically effective area. The Order of the Griffon however, fight furiously to keep the raging hoards at bay.

The Slavers make for a quieter section of the siege army along the mountain range known as the Talon Peaks. Here they make their camp.

[Iron K]

Slaught steps away from the encampment to stare out over the city of Praag. This was the goal of his journey. It was here the Blood God needed him. But for what..? To take the city? To kill all that stood in his way? Or was it something else..? Slaught needed a sign, but he doubted that he would be granted one.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

From his vantage point he could see the city before him and the hoards surrounding it. Over 200 years ago it was said that the hoards of chaos had overun and taken Praag. That their years of occupation had warped and twisted the very foundations of it's buildings. When it was finaly liberated everything was destroyed and rebuilt. That's when it got it's name 'the cursed city'.

Back in camp the slavers were arguing.

"What are we going to do with the new shipment if we can get in the city?" one asked.
"Then we sell em all to the Raven's" another replied.
"We won get 'alf as much selling to them." called another.

The Leader sat looking into the fire. Half listening to what was being said and half away with his thoughts elsewhere.

".... don't you agree Logarth?"

At the menton of is name he looked up.
"Tonight I'm going into the city. I will contact Praytus and set up the sale. We got the goods here it's down to him to sort the rest."

The others nodded their agreement.

[Iron K]

Slaught marches straight into the camp to stand before Logarth.
"You have a way into the city..?" He asks in a low growling voice.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"My aren't you full of personality" Logarth replies. "Yes I have a way in. Not big enough for an army and not an easy stroll either. Why do you ask?"

[Iron K]

Slaught stay silent for a moment, turning to look out over the besieged city. Without turning around, he answered:

"How would you like to turn this little war into something much greater..? To drench Praag in a sea of blood, and turn this little skirmish into a Crusade worthy of the Dark Gods!?"

Turning to stare down at Logarth, Slaught continues:

"You shall show me the way in, and we will destroy the defenses from within. We will open the gates, and the city shall fall!"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

He thinks for a moment. "And what exactly would be in it for me?" He asked "and my boys!" He added quickly.

[Iron K]

Slaught stared at the man in silence. He understood now that this man was no true follower of chaos, but just a fortune seeker that took advantage of the lawless ways of chaos. But it mattered little, Slaught could still use him. Men like Logarth was easy to understand, which also made him easy to manipulate...

"I thought it would be obvious to a man like yourself.. Praag would become a safe haven for "traders" like yourself. Besides, as the city defenders would be caught up in pushing the attackers back, they would leave the rest of the city undefended, ripe with spoils for you, and your men.."

Slaught makes a pause, letting his words sink in, before he continues:

"And you never know when one of the Gods watches.. Or what kind of gifts they might grant someone who impress them... Someone who played an important part in the fall of the cursed city of Praag after 200 years! Impressive to say the least..."

Feeling certain that he had peaked Logarth's interest, Slaught continued to what he believed would be the final argument that would seal the deal..
Slaught let out a malicious laugh, and waved one arm to point out at the surrounding siege of Praag.

"Can you imagine the Raven Host's shame when the one who broke Praag's defenses was not them, a mighty army, but a small war-band led by you?!"

When Slaught had finished his speech, he approached Logarth once again, and looked him straight in the eyes.

"So.. What say you..?"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

A greedy glint gleems in his eye. "I'm in," His reply. "When night falls I shall take you with me and we shall get into the city."

[spoiler=ooc] Wow very well done, liked it very much.[/spoiler]

[Iron K]

[spoiler=OOC]
Thanks, but I can't take all credit. It was Catty's idea in the first place. Still trying to recruit her...
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"Good.. Very good... A wise decision indeed.." Slaught answered with a calm tone, but he laughed at the mans stupidity in silence.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

As night fell Logarth approached. "Time for us to leave. I have organised for my men to cause a destraction as we need to slip into the river and follow it down till we reach Ravensworn.

[spoiler=map][/spoiler]

Once there we shall enter via a consealed route." He pauses, "Your armour looks heavy. This will cause you a problem, unless you can breath under water?"

[Iron K]

[spoiler=OOC]
Can I breath under water..? Please?? XD
You're seriously trying to send me into Praag without armor?!? >.<

Okay, I guess I don't have a choice, now do I? -.-'
Hmm... Can I even take off the armor?
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"I can't say I relish the thought of abandoning my armor.. But as long as I have a weapon in my hand, my prowess in battle will protect me."

Said and done, Slaught starts to take of his armor. The sensation was a new one. Slaught had not been without his armor since he had been blessed with it. He could feel how the armor reluctantly let go of his flesh, and before long Slaught stood without armor. His form was not any less imposing without the heavy armor; his pale and scarred skin bulging with muscles that had been grown from constant fighting. His hair was pitched black and short. Not from being cut, but because it had completely stopped growing. Slaught's eyes pained now when he didn't watch the world through his helmet. The iris was bleak, almost disappearing into the white of his eyes. His skin crawled, his senses overwhelmed when not longer protected by the metal plate.

Taking a piece of rope, Slaught tied his battleaxe to his back, and then turned to face Logarth.

"I'm ready to go. I trust that I will find my armor upon my return.. ..and that I do not need to inform you what will happen if I don't!" The last part was nothing more than a growl filled with promises of suffering and painful death. His voice was even harder now, when it wasn't muffled by the armor.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The look on Logarth face was one of fear mixed with awe. "M'm Lord rest assured not one of my men shall touch your armour." The expression on his face and of those around him showed Slaught that they feared to be even near the pile, let alone touch the chaos worriors second skin.

The air felt cold on his raw exposed flesh. His nerves tingled.

"Follow me." Logarth ventured. His riders set off towards the RavenHost llines and quickly Logarth ran towards the river. Slaught saw him leap and crest in the air and enter the water in a near splashless dive.

[Iron K]

Slaught hesitated for a moment. His senses revolted against the cold air, and he did not look forward to experience the cold water.. But compared to the feeling of cold steel cutting his flesh, or the feeling of defeat, it was a minor thing.

Slaught set of, sprinting towards the water and leaped into the river, following Logarth's lead.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

For a split second there was no up or down. His feet hit the bottom of the river and he was righted. Breaking the surface he could see Logarth holding to debris in the water. He manovered over to where Slaught tred. "We save our energy. Let the current take us. Anyone looking will just think it's battle debris floating down. Once we get to the outflow vents of the city we will detach and enter the sewers. Questions?"

[Iron K]

"You seem to have done this a couple of times before.." Slaught remarks dryly..
"What awaits us when we enter the outflow vents?"

[Talon Lord Othrim]

He smiles, "Just a few. Once we enter the sewer it's just a simple walk. There are guards but they should be expecting me."

[Iron K]

Slaught smiled. It was good to know that corruption existed everywhere.. It made things so much easier...
"So how come you haven't shared this little secret before?"
Even though Slaught was sure Logarth intended to keep his part of the arrangement, it was not certain how far Logarth would go. Or, for that matter, how long it would take until Logarth changed his mind.. Either way, Slaught was ready to kill him if it was needed.
Logarth was just a means to an end...

[Talon Lord Othrim]

"Why would I share it? Once others know of it, the situation changes. the route cut off. Where would I be then? I did not suvive this long in the game by telling everyone my stratigies."

As they continued down the river course they could see a huge stone bridge.

"Thats the first marker." Logarth commented, "We shall vacate the water course at the third bridge."

Slaught could see fighting. Worriors of the Griffon fighting against what he recognised as beastmen. As they approached the arches casualties from both sides were falling off the bridge into the river.

[spoiler=Falling body]1d100 rolled for a total of: 48 (48)[/spoiler]