Grathrul
Beastman
By Luke Fisher
Heinrich stared out
into the night. There was a distinct chill in the air, and it was getting
colder. Heinrich bent over the fire, poking it to stir the flames. Jacq
watched the darkness creep upon the camp, the only source of light being the
moon and fire. But the moon did not penetrate the forest. The rest of the
patrol was asleep or on guard duty. Sounds could be heard, not human.
Heinrich and Jacq woke the rest of the patrol, and silently nodded to them
to brace themselves. Up ahead, Garthang and his herd were moving closer to
the camp, seconds away, and then the flesh would be his.
Heinrich and Jacq, two of the most experienced veterans of the patrol, knew
the dangers that lay before them. There was still some time before the enemy
struck, so preparations were prepared. Heinrich decided to try and get a
quick nap in before they had to fight for the Emperor, and the holy Sigmar.
As Heinrich drifted off in two his sleep, he thought back to the day he
became part of the Empire, and met with Jacq. It was a glorious day, and all
too soon he found out that it was either kill or be killed. It was the day
of initiation, where It was up to the captains to decide who was fit to
join, or not. Heinrich felt a bit nervous, because he had messed up on the
patrol ground, and had gotten into trouble with the captains. It was to be
the first battle Heinrich had to fight in. They would be fighting against
some, from what the reports had said, Beastmen. They supposedly worshipped
the Lord Of Change, which to speak of in the Empire, was blasphemy against
the Emperor and Sigmar. It was only a small force of Beastmen, who had been
pillaging some villages along the border. As they left the town, Heinrich
felt a bit better. If, he could prove himself in this battle, he may just
win back the favour of the captains. Night soon crept in, and the patrol
stopped. Heinrich was put on sentry duty, and that was a punishment. The
attack came as a surprise, which completely took the patrol by surprise.
Heinrich quickly found himself in the thick of the fray, shocked that he was
killing, and people whom he saw as friends, dieing. Wham! He felt something
hit the side of his head, and he realised that this was the end. Everything
was fading, darkness clouding his vision. He saw the beastman standing over
him, ready to kill him for good. Then the beastman was gone, the darkness
fading, and a figure, with a grim smile on his face, pulled him to his feet.
“My names Jacq, I think your name is Heinrich, right?” “Yes, that is my
name. Thanks for saving me back there.” “No problem, but let’s get back to
the battle shall we?” So as Heinrich and his new friend Jacq, went back into
the battle, they got split up. The lead captain was under attack by the
leader of the beastmen, who was larger, and attacking with such ferocity
that the captain was sure to fall soon. Heinrich charged right at the
beastman, which let out a blood curdling howl, which sent a shiver down his
spine. His sword cut flesh right through the beastman’s flank, which it
turned it’s huge hulk towards him, full of hatred and anger. This time it
yelled it’s battle cry out, “Garthannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggggg”
But at this, Heinrich strode towards, and had to duck a blow from the axe
swing. But then the onslaught stopped. The beastman, called Garthang, let
out a cry that signalled the retreat. But before he retreated, he stared at
Heinrich with pure hatred, and said “Garthang will not forget you, manling.”
And with that remark, he left. Heinrich went over to the captain, and asked
if he was okay. The captain replied that he was, and that Heinrich had
proven himself to be worthy of being a full time soldier. The survivors,
which numbered nearly all the patrol, were tending to the wounded and the
dead. Jacq came over, and congratulated him on winning, and he has also
overcome the trial. And so thus, with the win, they marched back towards the
town, with Heinrich marching by Jacq, proud of himself upon that day.
Screams, terror, and fear were what flowed through Jacq’s mind. He was
starting to sweat now. The screams, the wailing women, children brutally
slaughtered by the filth encrusted axes and swords of the beastmen. Panting
hounds, biting at whatever there jaws could get around, whether it be man,
woman or child. Saliva, with blood mixed in it, dripped from the mouths.
Then the hulking beast that came out of the mist, charging towards Jacq’s
family who where cowering in terror in a closet. Jacq was hiding under the
bed, watching in horror as his family was ripped apart, flesh from bone, no
mercy was spared. Not even to his little brother, who was but a baby. Then
the Beastlord set his eyes upon Jacq, no sign of mercy, only rage and evil.
Then that was all Jacq remembered. “Wake up, wake up Jacq!” Jacq immediately
woke up, his face paler than ever. He was shaking, cold to the touch.
Heinrich immediately put a blanket over Jacq, and handed him some beer. “The
same thing again?” Nodding his head, Jacq took a sip. “I-t was the same
again” “Get some sleep while you can, before we fight again” It was going to
be a long night.
Something was not right. On the over side of the forest, the beastmen had
stopped. Garthang was now in a bad mood, and he had already killed five
unlucky ungors. Beastmen where disappearing, and then been found again with
the mark of Slannesh on them. His Lord Tzeentch would not be pleases with
Slannesh, and so there would be fighting between the two. Garthang decided
to consult his shaman on what Tzeentch wanted him to do. With a growl, he
said to his shaman “Do it now”. Dark mystical energies gathered around the
shaman, which he then started to gather crackling blue energy around him.
The shaman channelled Tzeentch’s voice, and which he commanded, “You will
first find the reason why your numbers are dwindling, and then move on to
attacking the humans. If there are any willing to change, tell me.” With a
flash, the shaman was back to normal. “The hunt shall begin."