In Warhammer Fantasy as my ERP Character 48

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Druig woke up with the rending pain in his stomach, his sight muddled as blood flowed from his head and broken horn. The overwhelming pain and headache then imdiately numbed as he rembered that he was defeated. The rage and sha from this outco drove him slowly back to his feet. The mighty Brass Bull still standing just beside him still gripping his broken horn. Fate made it so that his greataxe slid from down the hill near him. But he knows even with it, it won’t still be enough as he is wounded and exhausted. Then he saw Wolfe, sprawled a few ters away, still clinging to life in his maddened state, and he knew what to do.

With grim determination Druig shot up, picked his greataxe, and approached Wolfe in a speed that belied his wounds and exhaustion. There lies Wolfe, his broken jaw, his destroyed torso, the blood red eyes that still didn’t recognize who’s in front of him. Druig knows there is no saving Wolfe from this. He lifted his greataxe and he felt sothing in what he decided to do. It is regret, though he did not know what it is as of now. Sothing unthinkable to the normal beastn, where they are made to kill and despoil according to the Dark Gods whim. Then he brings down his greataxe, his body healed and rejuvenated from the greataxe enchantnt as he killed his brother. But that is not all, so of Khornes twisted blessing also flows into his greataxe and into his hand. His rage, his sha, his regret, all swelled into its extre, fused into one desire as it subsud into his body that roared for vengeance for his brother!

Taurox was already upon him, the brass bull’s rune axe swinging. Druig swings back. The Brass t the Gold for the third ti. Taurox’s rune axe breaks apart from the strike, so does Druig’s battle axe. The Golden Bull evades a punch to the side, flips the tal handle and drives the broken shaft to the side of Taurox’s knee. Driving the Brass Bull to its knees, Druig let go of the handle, and with his flaming fists delivered a flurry of wrathful blows to the Brass Bull’s side. Taurox swiftly brings his elbow to the side, but Druig catches it, pushing Taurox even further into the ground, then with all his might he pulls the forearm to the back. Loud tallic crack sounds as Druig broke Taurox’s arm. The Brass Bull bellows in rage but the Golden Bull continues in silent wrath, gripping one of Taurox’s horns, and in the sa manner he broke his horn, Druig brings down his other fist with all the strength he has. The horn broke, and with Taurox’s horn in his hand, Druig wrestle his own broken horn from Taurox's other hand. Druig overpowers Taurox and finally drives both broken horn into Taurox’s exposed neck. Blood like molten blood flows freely, showering Druig’s form like a blessing from Khorne himself. The fight between three champions finally ends.

Drenched in molten blood, daemonic flas covering his hands, and two broken horns in his grip, Druig rejoin the battle. The Slaughterhorn tribe are now the ones slaughtered.

Then a blinding light like thousand suns covered the battlefield

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The light finally fades. The sound of the wind and the rustling leaves at night nervously resud. I blink rapidly to refocus my eyes. Even when I closed my eyes when I threw the lightning, the flash pierced through my eyelid and blinded . When my sight finally returned I saw the effect of my magic combined with my divinity. A long molten crater started a few ters from my hand extending hundreds of ters beyond. I didn’t let down my guard, looking around just in case Malagor manages to sohow escape.

Magic duel is finished

Magic duel boogaloo effect is lifted

Good job kiddo.

Spell power 10/10

Spell subtlety 0/10

Spell complexity 3/10

Here’s sothing for you:

10 souls, Tzeentch alignnt 3, Khorne and Slaanesh alignnt -1.5%

I start laughing seeing the notification. I won. So of my anxiety and fear lifted. Then I stopped, refocusing myself as my childrens are still fighting with Slaughterhorn and the ones back in Herdstone are still fighting too. Flying up, the battle looks almost finished here, the Slaughterhorn are slowly outnumbered and finished off. The green patches on their bodies and the werewolves still berserking are a little concerning.

“Sleep.” I cast my magic to the werewolves and focus on them until all of them stop rampaging and unconscious. The green patches on their bodies must be Nurgle’s work and I don’t think I can cast any spell to help as the magic duel multiplier effects are gone. With nothing more for to do here, I fly back to my Herdstone. The infinite magic in addition with Lak, Mal, and the rest of my lesser daemons should be able to cure whatever Nurgle did.

Flying back as fast as I can, I am imdiately reinvigorated as the Herdstone magic flows into . From the looks of it, the battle here is finished. The beastn that attacked us are chopped up and processed as usual. Though I frowned at the new addition. I land beside Lak.

“What happened here?” I ask at Lak while looking at the three Cygors. Last I know, Cygors are maddened giant minotaurs with one eye that could only see winds of magic and wizards, but they seem calm here.

“Mother, these three suddenly co in the middle of the battle. They did help us but Mal didn’t trust them.” Lak explained. This also explained why they decided to not help the other battle as they can’t just leave three Cygors unsupervised. Though I also could see she is curious about sothing else.

“The battle there is finishing soon, gather Mal and my lesser daemons. Prepare yourself to try and cure them of so disease.” I answered her curiosity and give my instructions. She then imdiately left, fully believing in to handle the three Cygors.

As soon as I approached them, they put down the boulders they carried to the ground. Shuffling awkwardly as they tried to kneel or sothing.

The three Cygors wants to join your herd

Cygors have extre hunger that can only be sated by eating souls, particularly wizards

Accepting them will have an upkeep of 1 soul each week for each Cygors

So three souls each week if I accept them. I already have chaos mammoths. Adding Cygors will undoubtedly increase my military power considerably and I have souls to spare.

“Very well. Serve and serve well.” I accept them into my herd. Imdiately three souls flow out from my Herdstone. One to each Cygors and they devour them with delight. Looks like they want to join for a secure supply of food. As long as they pull their weight in battle which I don’t doubt they will, then it’s good.

Then I turn, helping Lak and Mal in preparation for the return and care for my wounded children.