|The Quest for the Sirna-Ha (standard:fantasy, 6214 words)
|Added: Sep 13 2000
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|This story is set in the Warhammer Universe. A group of adventurers goes pyramid-raiding in Arabia, the realm of the Undead...but they are alone in their quest, and strange things await them on their quest!
This is the first story I ever wrote, so the style or the plot may not be excellent...I tried to write a Warhammer-adventure with some Lovecraft-bits in it...I hope you like it...feedback is welcome. If you want to post this story, please ask my permission first. Kane was sitting alone at a table in the “Thirsty Dwarf”, an inn of Miragliano. The room was empty except for a pair of Dwarfs snoring at their table, and the barkeeper who was busy washing glasses. Kane was thinking of what had happened to him and his friends in their latest adventure. He still had trouble remembering everything. They had never been shaken like that. Sure, they had been through a lot of perilous situations together, but never anything like that. He sipped his ale, passing everything he remembered through his eyes. It was very vivid and yet he wasn`t entirely sure of what had happened. Duke Antonelli of Miragliano had hired him and his party, in order to retrieve an ancient artefact in Arabia. An Ork Waagh had been approaching the Dukedom, and the Duke`s army was in no shape to fight it. The Duke`s sorcerer and councillor, Hernando, had declared that they stood a chance of repelling them if he could get his hands on the Sirna-ha. It was an ancient item, which had been used effectively against the greenskins in the past, and it would certainly prove useful against the troops at the frontier. Kane`s “Shadow Fighters” had been hired to go to Arabia in order to retrieve the Sirna-ha. The pay had been most generous, or so they had thought. In fact, all the gold in the world could never make up for what had happened to them back in Arabia. Kane emptied his tankard in a single swallow, sighed, shook his head and looked at his companions. So many good comrades had died on that adventure. The survivors looked very tired, even now, weeks after their return at Miragliano. They surely hadn`t been expecting something like that what had happened in the southern continent. The first part of the journey had been normal, except that they had been attacked repeatedly by some Skaven assassins. He should have remarked that there was something wrong. Why would Skaven attack you if you were up against Orks? Why hadn`t he called off the entire operation? He shook his head again. He had refused to break off their journey because the Skaven had been very ineffective and had never posed a serious threat. None of his men had even been wounded once by them. It had all seemed so easy then. No, he had been stupid. Yes, he remembered it very clearly. The day where he shouldn`t have gone further. That hot day in the Arabian Desert, as they were closing in on the Harni pyramid, where they were supposed the Sirna-ha. They had found more than just that. The sun was cooking the seven men that formed the party of the “Shadow Fighters” and both their guides. They were slowly making their way trough the sands of the Arabian desert. The horizon shimmered because of the heat. Everybody sweated, and lips began to crackle because of the harsh, dry winds that blew at them all the time. “We`re lucky we`ve got this oil to protect our skins, otherwise some of us wouldn`t have made it this far!” thought Kane, a tall man clad in a black leather armour. The straps of his armour cut more or less deeply in his flesh in some places, but he refused to take it off, fearing that sand might penetrate in the wounds. Suddenly Beli was at his height. “Kane, do you really think this is worth the price we`re paid to do it?” he asked. “Yes, sighed Kane, you see, if we find the Sirna-ha, we will not only get our gold, but Duke Antonelli will also be able to stop the Undead troops that are gathering near his lands. If he can`t stop`em, the door to Kislev will be wide open for them!” Beli nodded and, after having looked suspiciously around himself, he asked: “What do you think will await us in Harnia?” “ I don`t know! There will be those Undead scum that followed us during our entire journey, and probably one or two traps. I can`t imagine how one of those pyramids can be as dangerous as it is told. They`re surely nothing more than a small heap of old stones with a cave under it!” Fridolin von Meilenstein, a magician that was walking in front of them, turned around as he heard these words. “I take it you`ve never seen one of the */*Arabian Pyramids, otherwise you wouldn`t be talking of them like that!” “What`s wrong with my words?” “I`ve been in one already, the one in Massagari, that`s north, near the coast. Damn big heap of stones, that thing. I`ve never seen anything like it before! It`s a big angular house where the Arabians bury their dead kings. The problem is that most of these kings were Necromancers, so they`re now haunting their tombs. Furthermore, */*the pyramids are all filled to the roof with traps and other nasty things like zombies and ghouls. If the first one */*don`t get you, the second */*ones certainly will!” By now, all the other members of the party had come closer to listen to Fridolin. “You`ve certainly all heard of Nagash, Click here to read the rest of this story (443 more lines)
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