So one of my friends invited me to take part in a Campaign so invited to create my fluff for my army here is what I came up with comments gladly accepted.
Prefect Puel stood looking over the swamp that his warriors were
trudging through. The Sorcerer Silesh was hovering over the right hand
side behind Puel. The Prefect spun on his toe and lunged at the Sorcerer
grabbing him by the gorget.
“When is it going to get interesting again?
This world bores me.”
Silesh worked to free himself from the grasp of
the Prefect and pulled back trying to keep out of the way of the axe
that Puel held so casually.
“My lord I will see where the next great
adventure is”.
Silesh sat down on the sodden grass trying to empty his mind of all of
the distractions that the blessings of the Dark Prince bestowed on him.
As he opened his mind he started to sift through the worlds that were
now colliding through his head. He focused on one world suddenly he saw
the Prefect fighting in a different times on this world, in most of
these glimpses Silesh saw Puel die. He knew that this was the world that
the Dark Prince wanted his master to go to next what did it matter that
the Prefect might die. It was the essence of worship for their creed to
always be living life on the edge of experience. If he steered his
Prefect away from this fate and he found out he would never. Be able to
show his face again. He smiled as a thought occurred to him. If his
Prefect died he may well seize power of the warband and write his own
tale. With that thought bouncing round his head Silesh went to speak to
his master.
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