Rusted Cogs and Lost Soulsby voiddragonChaptersThere is no such thing as a free lunch. Chamethrower (1)"Guests"(2)There is no such thing as a free lunch. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Rusted Cogs and Lost Souls. By Voiddragon PROLOGUE "There is no such thing as a free lunch." My alias is Gareit and my best friend’s is Thomas. Now you are probably wondering why we are using aliases, for one our favorite band does, and two it is to protect our true names this is important for later on. For those of you who do not know what Thom and I look like. I am a lean muscled 5'8 boy around average height with piercing green eyes, (much like my 40k army). While Thom is a massive 6'5 muscular behemoth of a teen (he got that way through practicing metallurgy), his eyes are gray like the steel he forges. Now Thomas, and I are both wearing, one thing that marks us off as bronies. I am wearing my Nightmare moon ring, that Thomas got me, and Thom is wearing his rarity ring that his girlfriend got him. We keep our pony stuff hidden well for both our parents would hurt us if they found out, and by hurt (“I mean.”) tease us eternally. So me and Thom have been on spring break, we have been taking a road trip following our favorite band, The Protomen. So when we stopped by in L.A. we were pleasantly surprised that the local Games Workshop store is hosting a small co-op tournament "for our favorite nerdy tabletop game.” Luckily for us we always bring our armies with us. So we entered it with hopes of winning. Now everybody is in costume I am dressed as Doctor Wily, and Thomas is dressed as Doctor Light. Our competition is some dude going by the Omnissiah and know what he looks the part he has the best tech-priest costume I have ever seen. His partner, Varin, is dressed up in the BEST Lich costume ever known to man. Now you're probably wondering why this is important. Well let me tell you this is very important. The game is Warhammer 40k, and the prize for this tournament 500 dollars split between the winners. My army is the Necrons, my friends are the Tau, the opponents are Guardsmen, and Thousand Sons chaos space marines, and this is the day our world goes upside down. The game lasted 5 turns it was... difficult, but through the proper use of Superior firepower and speed we were able to achieve victory. After our names were announced, and the prize given to us. Thats when Verin and Omnisiah cornered us. “ You did well. You wouldn't mind if we treated you two to lunch?” stated Verin. “You aren't upset over the loss of the money?”I ask. “It’s just a game. It’s not life or death, you know.” responds Verin. "So, what do you think?" I ask. “It sounds too good to be true to me, and you know the saying " there is no such thing as a free lunch."” Thom says. "Ya, but come on don't ruin the fun . Plus we can take my car, and just drop them off not like we can't take care of ourselves hmmm?" I say in response. "I am going to regret this, but fine we can accept their offer." He says as he caves to my ridiculous puppy dog look. "Yes, OK we accept, but only if we get to drive our car there?" I ask verin. "Deal, so where do you wanna eat?" ask verin "Hmmm, how about L&L? Its cheap and not that far, 10-15 minute drive from here." Thom responds As we got into my car me and Thom played rock, paper, scissors, to see who would get to drive (as states our tradition). Thom won so as also in our tradition I get to choose the song. "Hey ever heard of the band The Protomen?" I asked "No, I am sorry, I don't think I have ever heard of them." responds Verin. "Ahhh as be expected from an indie band. Well then you're in for a treat. so Thom which one Due Vendetta or The Good Doctor?" "Hmm, I am thinking The Good Doctor." responds Thom " The good doctor it is then" With that the song finished. "So how was the music?" I asked "The music was highly... informative." answered Verin "Yes I agree it was highly entertaining, but it also showed how each of you immediately went for certain parts of the song." says the Omnisiegh. After that the car got quiet. Thom went back to driving and I started staring out of the window looking at the clogged streets and homeless people sitting on the curb, begging for food, or money. As I looked to the sky, I could see the smog choked air and towering skyscrapers. While I did this I thought of all the misery that surrounds me, and this caused me to be thankful of how luck I have been growing up, with a successful father that I have. We arrived a few minutes later. Thom and I were glad to be here. We were already feeling hungry, from all the excitement. While we were there I notice that neither Verin or Omni( as I am gonna call him now) have not ordered anything. While I got shoyu chicken, and Thom got some orange chicken. When Verin finally asked us an "important" question. “What if you two could go to a fantasy world of adventure, would you go?” asks Verin. Now you should know that Thom and I are big fans of role-playing games, be it D&D, Rifts, or Unhallowed Metropolis, and countless others. “Of course I would go.” I respond after I finished chewing. “It would be fun.” Thomas replied a little bit later. "What if the world was Equestria?" asks Omni. "I'd say O definitely." I say this while looking at my Nightmare moon ring. “what if it looked like the old world of warhammer?” Responded Verin. “I would say that is ridiculous there are all ready canon maps.” responds Thom "True, but sometimes canon is wrong." Omni says. "Yes, but what you are saying is impossible. There is no Equestria" I counter. "If that is how you feel then fine, but it was nice meeting you.” after saying that Verin offered me his hand and Omnissiah offered his hand to Thomas. Right when we grabbed it, there was a bright flash and an intense pain then the world went dark. When we awoke we were in a very dark room. “What the hell. Where are we? Why is it so dark? Why can’t I move my fingers?” Stated Thomas as he panicked. “Dude, calm down. Panicking will not help us.” I put what I thought was my hand on his...well, what should have been his shoulder. But I instead felt coarse fur as I felt around. “Oh fuck man something is not right but, we have to hold together. If we do not we WILL die no question.” I state with force. "Man I told you I had a bad feeling about those two. They did something to us and now we are not gonna go home."Responds Thomas "NO.I.WILL.NOT.GIVE.INTO.DESPAIR. We must maintain hope for, it is all we have."I swore. "Jax your right after we get out of here then we can, then start to worry about where we are." Thomas responds. It was through all this commotion that attracted a creature. A creature both Thomas and I immediately recognized: a Diamond dog. It was right then that we realized where where. We are in a Diamond dog warren. Right in front of me was a diamond dog holding a torch staring at us. It was then that it talked. “You slaves get to where Gurg can see you better.” The diamond dog spoke in a gruff and uneducated manner. 'Did THAT THING JUST CALL MEEEE A SLAVE? OH, IT IS ON.' After that thought I attacked with the fury of an enraged scotsman. For you see when everything is calm I am the happy go lucky guy but, when shit hits the fan all of this changes, and I become an ass-whopping machine. All those years of self defense class, and fencing sure do pay off in the end. For when I charged the savage it quickly pulled out it’s sword from its scabbard. The sword from what I can see was a fine piece of metal and, new it looked like it has never tasted blood before, let’s change that. Gurg made a sloppy downward swing but before it hit me, I had dodged out of the way. During his time recovering I made a quick jab at his stomach with my talon made into a fist. It did nothing but piss him off damn. “Stop moving around so Gurg can hit you.” Gurg says, as it makes a few wild swings. “Not if I can help it.” I respond. After that exchange he swung his sword in a horizontal arc, which I was able to rolled under barely landing back on my feet. But he was ready for me and swung his sword toward my head. I had not yet gained my balance fully so I pulled a desperate maneuver, I tried to catch his sword in my left talon. It worked sort of it hurt a lot but it brought enough time to jab my super sharp talons into his chest. In doing so it caused him to drop his sword, for at that moment I had found his heart and ripped it out, causing him gurgle blood from the mouth and drop dead. “Dude... you... killed it.” stated Thomas. 'Thank you captain obvious' I thought. Author's Note A denied story to the chess verse but was told to still post it because it was interesting. Chamethrower (1)Rusted Cogs and Lost Souls. By Voiddragon CHAPTER 1 "Chamethrower" __________Thomas______________ I just sat there as I watched an ebony griffin attack a diamond dog. That griffin, I think he was my best friend. Looking down I saw that I had no hands. At my hooves was a red robe with a very familiar amulet - an anima. It looks like a half skull half machine, in a gear. This was the emblem of the Adeptus Mechanicus the tech-priest of Mars. I could feel a heavy weight on my back. It felt like three pieces of a heavy material. At that moment I heard a cry of pain, it sounds like my friend I see him grabbing a sword in his claw. It was using this move that, brought him time to use his other claw to stab the diamond dogs chest, and ripping out, to my horror, its heart. “Dude... you... killed it.” I said this to Gareit, as he shook off the blood. “It tried to kill me, so I killed it first. Wasn't like I wanted, to we could have gotten valuable information. Well at least I got this fine cavalry saber good weight no way in hell it made this.” He said this at first with a tone of irritation but then softened up when he started talking about his "newly acquired" sword. “Dude wasn't this room you, know pitch black before you killed the diamond dog.” I tried to hold back the disgust from my voice. At that moment Gareit cut a piece of cloth of the body and searched and pulled out a bottle. “Uhhh what are you gonna do with that.” He just ignored me opened the bottle and sniffed. What I think is a smile appeared on his face. “perfect” He then poured the liquid on the cloth and began to wrap up his cut claw with it. “What just happened?” I ask. “Bandaging my wound with cloth, and alcohol, you know first aid.” He said this, while waving his claw in the air as if pointing out the obvious. “Now go over there and bring me the torch." He told me. I walked over to him like it was nothing you see while he practice his skill in fencing for the tournaments. I would practice, and condition my self for parkour. One of the exercises was quadrilaterals which is walking on all four limbs needless to say it made this easy. “Now what are you doing?” I ask him, while he is searching through the body. “Scavenging.” Gareit calmly states. “WHY?” I respond in a loud voice. “Remember the acronym S.T.A.L.K.E.R., What does S stand for?” he says this in the worst Russian accent, I have ever heard. “S stands for scavenger. But that’s just a game.” I respond trying to make him see reason. “Well he is dead, so he won’t need any of this, WE are alive, and might need this.” Gereit responds coldly. I hate it when he get’s like this. “Alright, how do you feel about being a Griffin?” I ask trying to change the subject as he goes through each pocket pulling out a small change bag. “Not focusing on that trying to keep calm, and not freak out. We got work to do, first we have to get out of here, no matter the cost.” He says with a spoken amount of temporal fury. “What do you mean by that?” I ask “I mean we will get out of here even if we have to butcher every person in this place. I will not be imprisoned, and enslaved by these barbarians. Hey this might end up like that one D&D campaign You know the one, where I ended up as a super rich dungeon explorer.” He says. “Only because YOUR standing philosophy is loot, and stab anything that moves even if you weren't suppose to.” I counter. “It worked didn't it, I mean we stopped the deamonic horde.” Gereit’s counter. “Only because the GM had the deamon lord steal your “hard. earned. loot”” My response. “Hey killing everything in a dungeon by your self is hard, it’s not my fault that you're too much of a pussy to not play a “pacifist” and not kill living things.” He started to smile again -- good, he’s defrosting. “Hey I killed demons, devils, and the undead.” My response. “O those don’t count, they are irredeemably evil anyway.” His counter. “Hey aren't you the one who said not all undead are evil, hypocrite” we now both have large smiles. By this time we were sitting down having this discussion like nothing happened. “Ya, well I was talking about intelligent undead like, lyches, vampires, and some ghouls. The undead we killed were evil, or controlled by an EVIL necromancer so they don’t count.” He states. “what about the elven village??” I ask, with extra emphasis. “That place deserved to be burnt to the ground, and as many of those pointy eared bastards deserved to be stabbed to death.” He says this while pounding his talon into his claw. “Right??? What about those you ate?” I point out one of those more obvious evil things he did. “Have you not played dwarf fortress?? How about how many “tree killers” they ate hmmm?” He points out his reasoning. “The elves we met were not at all like dwarf fortress elves.” I in return point out. “How do we know they weren't like dwarf fortress elves hmm?” His half hearted counter. “BECAUSE THE GM SAID SO!” I might have been a bit too loud. Gareit just sat there with what I think was a smug grin, and he said. “Problem.” Looking much like a snake. At that moment I gave him a good punch to the shoulder, with my right mechandrite. “Dude you got metal tentacles coming out of you back... cool alright, any other tricks cogboy?” He responds. “Cogboy?... Cogboy, like a tech-priest, I got a tech-priest outfit back there.” With that remark, I remember the robe I was near. “Well go back there, and put it on man. You might as well be a tech-priest, with your mad skills in metalworking. Remember the chain mail and old style blunderbuss you made me?” He reminds me of one of the many things I have made. So at that I walked back, and put my robes on with some difficulty. While I was doing this a second amulet was dropped, this one I knew who it belonged to, it was The Grim Reaper holding two syths away from itself. “Dude I got your favorite necklace.” With that I pick it up in my mouth. “My reaper one?” Gereit asked. “yes” I respond. “Give it here now.” He says, while making the hand motion. At that moment I gave him it, he then quickly put it on, with some difficulty. “Awww feels good to have this thing back on I missed it. But damn this beak it makes everything harder before we go home I want to become human again, Just so I can be at my best.” He mumbles to himself. While he was admiring his necklace, I was messing around with my mechadendrites and found a few new features. Like one that breaks down into a fingered hand thing, another is a laser cutter, and finally a blow torch. “Thom what’s with the weird tentacle hand thing?” Gereit asks. “It’s a manipulation mechandrite, it allows me to manipulate objects no matter how hot they are, or in this case multiple objects.” I respond with my best guess. “Cooool I think. Let’s go we have been here long enough, and no one else has shown up.” Gereit states. So began the boring walk down tunnels that all look the same, along the way we came to realize that these tunnels were abandoned. “So what do you think happened?” asked Gereit. “No idea, but it appears that we are heading upwards so that seems good. So what’s the plan with getting out of here?” I ask. “Not sure depends, if there are a lot of slaves then I am thinking starting a massive slave revolt, if not well we could try to tunnel are way out. Or die fighting are way out it all depends.” He states with a dark look in his eyes. “I’d rather not die thank you very much.” My response. “Oh calm down that’s the last resort. I’d rather die free than live as a slave.” He makes this statement, while making a patriotic stance. “All right all right lets... hey is that another light up ahead?” I ask. “O shit, ok stay here I will go check this out.” He says this, then starts to sneak up towards the light making no noise at all. So I sat there while my ebony friend walked up with his sword at the ready. As he slowly went around the corner I heard the now familiar sound metal piercing flesh, and the sound of a slashed windpipe, for those not in the know it sounds like a dieing flute. Soon I saw him walking back dragging two obviously dead diamond dogs, and I could hear the sound of coins banging around in his recently acquired coin bag. “The tunnel break’s off into 3 directions. Which way do you want to go?” Gereit asks, while I hide my irritation at his more murderous means of getting freedom. “I’d say center. How about you?” I give up on his methods... mostly anyway, and focus on the task. “Center sounds good.” His response. At that he tossed me the bag of coins, and said this. “Keep an eye on these for me they make too much noise.” And so off we went towards the unknown with only luck on our side, or more specifically on Gereits side. Not so much on mine. For you see the path we took was long, and dark he blends in to it perfectly with his ebony feathers, and strangely very dark almost black blue fur. while I stuck out like a sore thumb in my crimson robes, and the coins kept making a jingling sound. Which attracted the other denizens of this place. For you see there are things worse than diamond dogs, and I screamed come eat me. For after an half hour of walking with no sign of life, we heard a thing screaming. “BLOOD FOR THE, BLOOD GOD SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!!!!” “Well that does not sound good.” States Gereit. After that a deamon of khorne, better known as a bloodletter came running towards us from behind, and straight at me. “Aw you gotta be fuckin kidding me” I state. “BLOOD!!!!!!!!! KHORNE WILL HAVE HIS FILL!!” The deamon screams at me. Now for those of you who do not know, what a bloodletter looks like well its a deamon around 6 feet tall wielding a sword made of warp fire, and has thousands of razor sharp teeth, and burning red eyes the same color as it’s skin, or better put its hide. It is terror incarnated, and grown men pissing themselves at the sight of one carries no shame. So I ran like hell. screaming “RUN.” While I did this, I heard Gereit scream. “AWESOME NOW, FOR A REAL CHALLENGE!” He did this with the biggest smile I have ever seen, And with that it prompts me to pick him up with my mechandrite, and put him on my back, while still running like hell. His response. “PUT ME DOWN THERE’S A REAL ENEMY NOW.” Mine was pretty predictable “YOU’RE GONNA GET US ALL KILLED!” After that I heard in my head a mechanical voice say. ‘Chosen in danger initializing weapons systems. Recommend use of chamethrawer, activating, chamethrawer. BURN WARP SPAWN.’ The thing in my head screamed. After that a flamethrower, with an undermounted chainsaw bursted out of one of my mechadrites, and toasted the deamon that was quickly catching up with us. “Dude you stole my kill, and that was totally METAL.” Complained Gereit, while he complemented me. “When did you figure that out?” He asked this, while he got down. The deamon was gone, banished to the warp. “I don’t know but our trip has gotten even more interesting than before.” I respond. "Guests"(2)Rusted Cogs and Lost Souls. By Voiddragon CHAPTER 2 "Guests" _________________(Red)_____________________ Hi. My name is, well everybody just calls me Red. You see I am a crimson furred, and white feathered female griffin with hazel eyes, I also have a wee bit of a temper problem. I got my name because my pony parents were not the most... creative bunch. Thats right, my parents were ponies (wadda are you gonna do about it). My real parents were killed by slavers, and I was rescued, and adopted by an airship captain, and his wife, who could not have kids. Saaad, I know. (Lucky for me though.) But that’s not the here, or now. You see I was betrayed by the very company my father helped create. The moooost powerful trading company of all time, The East Equestrian trading company. They then sold me, their best airship captain, to some diamond dog slavers, because I found out about those fuckers’ less “legal” ventures like their weapons smuggling operations, or slave ring. So here I am, mining gems so that these damn dogs will not starve. Fuck them too. “Work faster you mangy birds, or I am gonna have to whip you.” Screamed the slave master. “YES SIR.” We all screamed. ‘I Hate this, I HATE HOW I HAVE TO BREAK MY BACK, just so some mangy mutts can eat, while we starve. Worst of all are the disappearances, for it is well known that the alpha has forbidden eating slave or unnecessary beatings.’ “So what’s for dinner tonight?” I ask my Cyrus who is right next to me. “Don’t know, but most likely gruel again.” He answers “I,m sick of gruel.” I complain. “STOP YOUR COMPLAINING, YOU LOT ARE LUCKY YOU EVEN GET TO EAT TONIGHT.” the Master screams at me, and my mate next to me.”SO BACK TO WORK.” And work we did. In the massive cavern we worked, digging up rocks, and other materials looking for some gems so are masters can eat. For you see the diamond dogs here live primarily off of gemstones, but the mines have been running more, and more dry. So in their desperation they resorted to slavery to help mine out the mountain to find more food. One day I am gonna break out of here, and kill those who put me in here in the first place. Then come back and kill these guys too. While we worked our picks fell into rhythm, and soon we were singing some strange song. “Knock your singing off. It’s annoying.” The master screamed, but we kept singing anyway just to annoy him. “Alright, that is it.” with that he started to whip anyone near him causing many to start to bleed, and cry out in pain. Many of those wounds will not heal fully, leaving vicious scars. But even so we kept singing as a form of silent rebellion. “Raul stop your senseless violence, singing is not a rebellion. They were working more efficiently while they sang, or do you need to go without dinner.” spoke up the overseer. While Raul looked like he was about to argue, but he quickly dropped it, and said. “Sorry overseer. Now everybody back to work.” And with that, the overseer walked off to go take care of some other work. “Glad the overseer came here, that could have gotten ugly.” whispers my mate. After that the rest of the day was uneventful. So me, and my mate Cyrus went to eat dinner, and go to bed. But In the middle of the night, I was awoken by a screech. That screech could only belong to one person. “Cyrus, what's.....” and at the sight of the problem the words died on my tongue, four large diamond dogs wearing black robes, with a strange symbol painted in a dark red substance. The symbol looked like a compass rose with an eye in the middle. They were binding, and gagging Cyrus. “Crap, the other awakens. Chosen what do we do?” spoke one of the diamond dogs. “Bind her too, Khorne can never have enough skulls, and blood.” Spoke the largest of the dogs. With that I screeched, and tried to get as far as I could. Unfortunately I was in a small cell with my mate, and only got as far back as the wall. So all I could do was scream, and scratch at them with my talons, but it was futile they overwhelmed me, and knocked me unconscious anyway. (Gereit) “So how did you do that?” I asked. “I don’t know, I heard a mechanical voice in my head then blam chamethrawer, and dead deamon.” Responds Thomas “Voices in your head hmm, you might want to get that checked out. Never is a good sign you know.” I said sarcastically. “I am serious about the voices in my head.” he yelled at me. “Right, you have some “magic” voices in your head. That is insane my friend.” I sate with a matter of fact face. After that he just sat down looked at me, and said. “WE ARE IN EQUESTRIA, and you are doubting the fact that I have helpful mechanical voices in my head. You are a griffin, and I am a tech-priest buffalo. Plus we were attacked by a bloodletter. I do believe anything is possible now.” “Better?” I ask. “Yes, I think so. Why do you not believe me?” Thom asked. “Now that I think about it, it’s not that crazy, just out of the ordinary.” I say. “Thank you, I sort of feel like I am losing my mind.” He says. “You are not alone. Now lets get out of here.” I say. so we started walking down a very boring path, then we hear some grunting, and what sounds like something getting dragged. Up ahead we see a light coming around a corner. So Thomas, and I quickly find a niche in the wall, and hide. What we see appear to be cultists, with the mark of chaos on their robes dragging two griffins. Once they passed, I told Thomas. “Lets go after them, cause I have a feeling that whatever they plan for those griffins, will not end well.” Thomas stops, and looks like he is thinking about it, then he says. “Agreed, let’s follow, and find out what they plan,” he says. So we followed them we stayed hidden the best we could, but a few times we almost lost them. But thankfully the griffins left a convenient trail of feathers, and fur to follow. What we almost stumbled into scared me. It was a huge room filled with cultist and a giant altar to, what appeared to be Khorne. “Damn it, that does not look good.” I say. “Now what?” Whispered Thomas. “After I make my distraction, you free the captives. OK?” I tell him. “What's your distraction gonna be?” Thomas asks, with a hint of a death glare. “Oh trust me you’ll know.” I say with a big grin. And with that I snuck off into the dark, and dank cavern, that has a strong smell of blood. While I was sneaking I hear a scream of pain and a cry of anguish. “AAAAAAAAAA” From the griffin on the altar. “Cyrus NOOOOOOOOO.” From the griffin on the floor. I then hear the sound of a heavy load, that must be the body dropping, and making a thunk sound then the head cultist says “bring the next sacrifice.” ‘not on my watch.’ With that I was finally able to get behind him, and ready my saber for major impalement, and so I stabbed the bastard in the heart with my sword, while screaming. “DIE YOU DIRTY HERETICS.” And that was the signal. For while the priest was too busy dropping the sacrificial dagger, and bleeding out. Thomas rushed in, while I kept the cultists busy by killing them, and stopping their pitiful attempts at resistance. _________(Thomas)________ I rushed in, and immediately used my laser cutter to burn off the ropes binding her, I think it’s a her. After that she rushed over to the body of the dead griffin, and immediately started to cradle it while crying. “Why, WHY, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS. DAMN YOU EAST EQUESTRIA TRADING COMPANY, AND DAMN YOU STUPID DOGS.” After that she just kept cuddling the cooling corpse of, what appeared to be her lover, while crying. “Get a hold of yourself, do you want his death to be meaningless? If not then get up, and come with me. My friend can only hold them off for so long.” I told her. “But...” “No buts do you wanna avenge his death or not?” I tell her, while I hear a cry of pain from Gereit, and the death scream of some poor cultist. “Poor dog, no one deserves a pissed Gereit after them. Not even Khornate cultist." “OK I’ll come with you. To avenge Cyrus.” She tells me. “Thank you, now lets hurry.” I say, and with that we take off running. “GEREIT TIME TO GO.” I scream at him. “But I am having so much fun.” and with that he cut a diamond dogs muzzle off horizontally, causing blood to spray all over his face. I see him liking some of it and saying. “OOOOO to walk on the blood stained ground.” “Thats it, you're coming with me,” and with that I grab him, and put him on my back. “Put me down, I am totally capable of killing them all by myself.” He tells me. “I don’t care we are gonna run.” I tell him, while he start to pout about not being able to murder some cultist. It probably has something to do with the fact that they committed one of his ultimate sins, “thou shalt not commit human sacrifices”. You see, these things are the stuff that really piss him off. Like “thou shalt not harm a child”, or “Thou shalt not threaten my family or friends.” Doing this is stupid by itself, what's worst is they did it in front of him. So while we were running for what felt like hours until, we heard the sound of heavily armored soldiers Charging toward us. “Great just great, now what.” I complained. When they round the corner, they yelled. “HALT IDENTIFY YOURSELVES, AND...” With that they saw the massive amount of chaos cultists charging us. “DEATH TO TRAITORS.” Screamed the captain. And with that Gereit went “Woohoo, lets kill them all.”. And with that a battle started cultist on one side, and us with the guard on the other. It was unsurprisingly short a few guards men died, but that was it on our side, while all of the cultist were seemingly dead, or screaming as they gave into their wounds. “Thank you for your assistance, now lay down your armaments, and come with me. The alpha will want to meet you.” And after saying this a, SHIT TON OF SPEARS WERE AIMED AT OUR THROATS. “ O come on. Ok Gereit drop the sword.” I tell Gereit. “You gotta be fucking kidding me, all right here.” With that Gereit drops his sword, and pushes it to the captain who quickly picks it up. “You four gather the bodies, and find out who they were. While you two come with me, and our “Guest”.” “Here we go again” I mumble.
There is no such thing as a free lunch. There is no such thing as a free lunch. Rusted Cogs and Lost Souls. By Voiddragon PROLOGUE "There is no such thing as a free lunch." My alias is Gareit and my best friend’s is Thomas. Now you are probably wondering why we are using aliases, for one our favorite band does, and two it is to protect our true names this is important for later on. For those of you who do not know what Thom and I look like. I am a lean muscled 5'8 boy around average height with piercing green eyes, (much like my 40k army). While Thom is a massive 6'5 muscular behemoth of a teen (he got that way through practicing metallurgy), his eyes are gray like the steel he forges. Now Thomas, and I are both wearing, one thing that marks us off as bronies. I am wearing my Nightmare moon ring, that Thomas got me, and Thom is wearing his rarity ring that his girlfriend got him. We keep our pony stuff hidden well for both our parents would hurt us if they found out, and by hurt (“I mean.”) tease us eternally. So me and Thom have been on spring break, we have been taking a road trip following our favorite band, The Protomen. So when we stopped by in L.A. we were pleasantly surprised that the local Games Workshop store is hosting a small co-op tournament "for our favorite nerdy tabletop game.” Luckily for us we always bring our armies with us. So we entered it with hopes of winning. Now everybody is in costume I am dressed as Doctor Wily, and Thomas is dressed as Doctor Light. Our competition is some dude going by the Omnissiah and know what he looks the part he has the best tech-priest costume I have ever seen. His partner, Varin, is dressed up in the BEST Lich costume ever known to man. Now you're probably wondering why this is important. Well let me tell you this is very important. The game is Warhammer 40k, and the prize for this tournament 500 dollars split between the winners. My army is the Necrons, my friends are the Tau, the opponents are Guardsmen, and Thousand Sons chaos space marines, and this is the day our world goes upside down. The game lasted 5 turns it was... difficult, but through the proper use of Superior firepower and speed we were able to achieve victory. After our names were announced, and the prize given to us. Thats when Verin and Omnisiah cornered us. “ You did well. You wouldn't mind if we treated you two to lunch?” stated Verin. “You aren't upset over the loss of the money?”I ask. “It’s just a game. It’s not life or death, you know.” responds Verin. "So, what do you think?" I ask. “It sounds too good to be true to me, and you know the saying " there is no such thing as a free lunch."” Thom says. "Ya, but come on don't ruin the fun . Plus we can take my car, and just drop them off not like we can't take care of ourselves hmmm?" I say in response. "I am going to regret this, but fine we can accept their offer." He says as he caves to my ridiculous puppy dog look. "Yes, OK we accept, but only if we get to drive our car there?" I ask verin. "Deal, so where do you wanna eat?" ask verin "Hmmm, how about L&L? Its cheap and not that far, 10-15 minute drive from here." Thom responds As we got into my car me and Thom played rock, paper, scissors, to see who would get to drive (as states our tradition). Thom won so as also in our tradition I get to choose the song. "Hey ever heard of the band The Protomen?" I asked "No, I am sorry, I don't think I have ever heard of them." responds Verin. "Ahhh as be expected from an indie band. Well then you're in for a treat. so Thom which one Due Vendetta or The Good Doctor?" "Hmm, I am thinking The Good Doctor." responds Thom " The good doctor it is then" With that the song finished. "So how was the music?" I asked "The music was highly... informative." answered Verin "Yes I agree it was highly entertaining, but it also showed how each of you immediately went for certain parts of the song." says the Omnisiegh. After that the car got quiet. Thom went back to driving and I started staring out of the window looking at the clogged streets and homeless people sitting on the curb, begging for food, or money. As I looked to the sky, I could see the smog choked air and towering skyscrapers. While I did this I thought of all the misery that surrounds me, and this caused me to be thankful of how luck I have been growing up, with a successful father that I have. We arrived a few minutes later. Thom and I were glad to be here. We were already feeling hungry, from all the excitement. While we were there I notice that neither Verin or Omni( as I am gonna call him now) have not ordered anything. While I got shoyu chicken, and Thom got some orange chicken. When Verin finally asked us an "important" question. “What if you two could go to a fantasy world of adventure, would you go?” asks Verin. Now you should know that Thom and I are big fans of role-playing games, be it D&D, Rifts, or Unhallowed Metropolis, and countless others. “Of course I would go.” I respond after I finished chewing. “It would be fun.” Thomas replied a little bit later. "What if the world was Equestria?" asks Omni. "I'd say O definitely." I say this while looking at my Nightmare moon ring. “what if it looked like the old world of warhammer?” Responded Verin. “I would say that is ridiculous there are all ready canon maps.” responds Thom "True, but sometimes canon is wrong." Omni says. "Yes, but what you are saying is impossible. There is no Equestria" I counter. "If that is how you feel then fine, but it was nice meeting you.” after saying that Verin offered me his hand and Omnissiah offered his hand to Thomas. Right when we grabbed it, there was a bright flash and an intense pain then the world went dark. When we awoke we were in a very dark room. “What the hell. Where are we? Why is it so dark? Why can’t I move my fingers?” Stated Thomas as he panicked. “Dude, calm down. Panicking will not help us.” I put what I thought was my hand on his...well, what should have been his shoulder. But I instead felt coarse fur as I felt around. “Oh fuck man something is not right but, we have to hold together. If we do not we WILL die no question.” I state with force. "Man I told you I had a bad feeling about those two. They did something to us and now we are not gonna go home."Responds Thomas "NO.I.WILL.NOT.GIVE.INTO.DESPAIR. We must maintain hope for, it is all we have."I swore. "Jax your right after we get out of here then we can, then start to worry about where we are." Thomas responds. It was through all this commotion that attracted a creature. A creature both Thomas and I immediately recognized: a Diamond dog. It was right then that we realized where where. We are in a Diamond dog warren. Right in front of me was a diamond dog holding a torch staring at us. It was then that it talked. “You slaves get to where Gurg can see you better.” The diamond dog spoke in a gruff and uneducated manner. 'Did THAT THING JUST CALL MEEEE A SLAVE? OH, IT IS ON.' After that thought I attacked with the fury of an enraged scotsman. For you see when everything is calm I am the happy go lucky guy but, when shit hits the fan all of this changes, and I become an ass-whopping machine. All those years of self defense class, and fencing sure do pay off in the end. For when I charged the savage it quickly pulled out it’s sword from its scabbard. The sword from what I can see was a fine piece of metal and, new it looked like it has never tasted blood before, let’s change that. Gurg made a sloppy downward swing but before it hit me, I had dodged out of the way. During his time recovering I made a quick jab at his stomach with my talon made into a fist. It did nothing but piss him off damn. “Stop moving around so Gurg can hit you.” Gurg says, as it makes a few wild swings. “Not if I can help it.” I respond. After that exchange he swung his sword in a horizontal arc, which I was able to rolled under barely landing back on my feet. But he was ready for me and swung his sword toward my head. I had not yet gained my balance fully so I pulled a desperate maneuver, I tried to catch his sword in my left talon. It worked sort of it hurt a lot but it brought enough time to jab my super sharp talons into his chest. In doing so it caused him to drop his sword, for at that moment I had found his heart and ripped it out, causing him gurgle blood from the mouth and drop dead. “Dude... you... killed it.” stated Thomas. 'Thank you captain obvious' I thought. Author's Note A denied story to the chess verse but was told to still post it because it was interesting.
Chamethrower (1)Rusted Cogs and Lost Souls. By Voiddragon CHAPTER 1 "Chamethrower" __________Thomas______________ I just sat there as I watched an ebony griffin attack a diamond dog. That griffin, I think he was my best friend. Looking down I saw that I had no hands. At my hooves was a red robe with a very familiar amulet - an anima. It looks like a half skull half machine, in a gear. This was the emblem of the Adeptus Mechanicus the tech-priest of Mars. I could feel a heavy weight on my back. It felt like three pieces of a heavy material. At that moment I heard a cry of pain, it sounds like my friend I see him grabbing a sword in his claw. It was using this move that, brought him time to use his other claw to stab the diamond dogs chest, and ripping out, to my horror, its heart. “Dude... you... killed it.” I said this to Gareit, as he shook off the blood. “It tried to kill me, so I killed it first. Wasn't like I wanted, to we could have gotten valuable information. Well at least I got this fine cavalry saber good weight no way in hell it made this.” He said this at first with a tone of irritation but then softened up when he started talking about his "newly acquired" sword. “Dude wasn't this room you, know pitch black before you killed the diamond dog.” I tried to hold back the disgust from my voice. At that moment Gareit cut a piece of cloth of the body and searched and pulled out a bottle. “Uhhh what are you gonna do with that.” He just ignored me opened the bottle and sniffed. What I think is a smile appeared on his face. “perfect” He then poured the liquid on the cloth and began to wrap up his cut claw with it. “What just happened?” I ask. “Bandaging my wound with cloth, and alcohol, you know first aid.” He said this, while waving his claw in the air as if pointing out the obvious. “Now go over there and bring me the torch." He told me. I walked over to him like it was nothing you see while he practice his skill in fencing for the tournaments. I would practice, and condition my self for parkour. One of the exercises was quadrilaterals which is walking on all four limbs needless to say it made this easy. “Now what are you doing?” I ask him, while he is searching through the body. “Scavenging.” Gareit calmly states. “WHY?” I respond in a loud voice. “Remember the acronym S.T.A.L.K.E.R., What does S stand for?” he says this in the worst Russian accent, I have ever heard. “S stands for scavenger. But that’s just a game.” I respond trying to make him see reason. “Well he is dead, so he won’t need any of this, WE are alive, and might need this.” Gereit responds coldly. I hate it when he get’s like this. “Alright, how do you feel about being a Griffin?” I ask trying to change the subject as he goes through each pocket pulling out a small change bag. “Not focusing on that trying to keep calm, and not freak out. We got work to do, first we have to get out of here, no matter the cost.” He says with a spoken amount of temporal fury. “What do you mean by that?” I ask “I mean we will get out of here even if we have to butcher every person in this place. I will not be imprisoned, and enslaved by these barbarians. Hey this might end up like that one D&D campaign You know the one, where I ended up as a super rich dungeon explorer.” He says. “Only because YOUR standing philosophy is loot, and stab anything that moves even if you weren't suppose to.” I counter. “It worked didn't it, I mean we stopped the deamonic horde.” Gereit’s counter. “Only because the GM had the deamon lord steal your “hard. earned. loot”” My response. “Hey killing everything in a dungeon by your self is hard, it’s not my fault that you're too much of a pussy to not play a “pacifist” and not kill living things.” He started to smile again -- good, he’s defrosting. “Hey I killed demons, devils, and the undead.” My response. “O those don’t count, they are irredeemably evil anyway.” His counter. “Hey aren't you the one who said not all undead are evil, hypocrite” we now both have large smiles. By this time we were sitting down having this discussion like nothing happened. “Ya, well I was talking about intelligent undead like, lyches, vampires, and some ghouls. The undead we killed were evil, or controlled by an EVIL necromancer so they don’t count.” He states. “what about the elven village??” I ask, with extra emphasis. “That place deserved to be burnt to the ground, and as many of those pointy eared bastards deserved to be stabbed to death.” He says this while pounding his talon into his claw. “Right??? What about those you ate?” I point out one of those more obvious evil things he did. “Have you not played dwarf fortress?? How about how many “tree killers” they ate hmmm?” He points out his reasoning. “The elves we met were not at all like dwarf fortress elves.” I in return point out. “How do we know they weren't like dwarf fortress elves hmm?” His half hearted counter. “BECAUSE THE GM SAID SO!” I might have been a bit too loud. Gareit just sat there with what I think was a smug grin, and he said. “Problem.” Looking much like a snake. At that moment I gave him a good punch to the shoulder, with my right mechandrite. “Dude you got metal tentacles coming out of you back... cool alright, any other tricks cogboy?” He responds. “Cogboy?... Cogboy, like a tech-priest, I got a tech-priest outfit back there.” With that remark, I remember the robe I was near. “Well go back there, and put it on man. You might as well be a tech-priest, with your mad skills in metalworking. Remember the chain mail and old style blunderbuss you made me?” He reminds me of one of the many things I have made. So at that I walked back, and put my robes on with some difficulty. While I was doing this a second amulet was dropped, this one I knew who it belonged to, it was The Grim Reaper holding two syths away from itself. “Dude I got your favorite necklace.” With that I pick it up in my mouth. “My reaper one?” Gereit asked. “yes” I respond. “Give it here now.” He says, while making the hand motion. At that moment I gave him it, he then quickly put it on, with some difficulty. “Awww feels good to have this thing back on I missed it. But damn this beak it makes everything harder before we go home I want to become human again, Just so I can be at my best.” He mumbles to himself. While he was admiring his necklace, I was messing around with my mechadendrites and found a few new features. Like one that breaks down into a fingered hand thing, another is a laser cutter, and finally a blow torch. “Thom what’s with the weird tentacle hand thing?” Gereit asks. “It’s a manipulation mechandrite, it allows me to manipulate objects no matter how hot they are, or in this case multiple objects.” I respond with my best guess. “Cooool I think. Let’s go we have been here long enough, and no one else has shown up.” Gereit states. So began the boring walk down tunnels that all look the same, along the way we came to realize that these tunnels were abandoned. “So what do you think happened?” asked Gereit. “No idea, but it appears that we are heading upwards so that seems good. So what’s the plan with getting out of here?” I ask. “Not sure depends, if there are a lot of slaves then I am thinking starting a massive slave revolt, if not well we could try to tunnel are way out. Or die fighting are way out it all depends.” He states with a dark look in his eyes. “I’d rather not die thank you very much.” My response. “Oh calm down that’s the last resort. I’d rather die free than live as a slave.” He makes this statement, while making a patriotic stance. “All right all right lets... hey is that another light up ahead?” I ask. “O shit, ok stay here I will go check this out.” He says this, then starts to sneak up towards the light making no noise at all. So I sat there while my ebony friend walked up with his sword at the ready. As he slowly went around the corner I heard the now familiar sound metal piercing flesh, and the sound of a slashed windpipe, for those not in the know it sounds like a dieing flute. Soon I saw him walking back dragging two obviously dead diamond dogs, and I could hear the sound of coins banging around in his recently acquired coin bag. “The tunnel break’s off into 3 directions. Which way do you want to go?” Gereit asks, while I hide my irritation at his more murderous means of getting freedom. “I’d say center. How about you?” I give up on his methods... mostly anyway, and focus on the task. “Center sounds good.” His response. At that he tossed me the bag of coins, and said this. “Keep an eye on these for me they make too much noise.” And so off we went towards the unknown with only luck on our side, or more specifically on Gereits side. Not so much on mine. For you see the path we took was long, and dark he blends in to it perfectly with his ebony feathers, and strangely very dark almost black blue fur. while I stuck out like a sore thumb in my crimson robes, and the coins kept making a jingling sound. Which attracted the other denizens of this place. For you see there are things worse than diamond dogs, and I screamed come eat me. For after an half hour of walking with no sign of life, we heard a thing screaming. “BLOOD FOR THE, BLOOD GOD SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!!!!” “Well that does not sound good.” States Gereit. After that a deamon of khorne, better known as a bloodletter came running towards us from behind, and straight at me. “Aw you gotta be fuckin kidding me” I state. “BLOOD!!!!!!!!! KHORNE WILL HAVE HIS FILL!!” The deamon screams at me. Now for those of you who do not know, what a bloodletter looks like well its a deamon around 6 feet tall wielding a sword made of warp fire, and has thousands of razor sharp teeth, and burning red eyes the same color as it’s skin, or better put its hide. It is terror incarnated, and grown men pissing themselves at the sight of one carries no shame. So I ran like hell. screaming “RUN.” While I did this, I heard Gereit scream. “AWESOME NOW, FOR A REAL CHALLENGE!” He did this with the biggest smile I have ever seen, And with that it prompts me to pick him up with my mechandrite, and put him on my back, while still running like hell. His response. “PUT ME DOWN THERE’S A REAL ENEMY NOW.” Mine was pretty predictable “YOU’RE GONNA GET US ALL KILLED!” After that I heard in my head a mechanical voice say. ‘Chosen in danger initializing weapons systems. Recommend use of chamethrawer, activating, chamethrawer. BURN WARP SPAWN.’ The thing in my head screamed. After that a flamethrower, with an undermounted chainsaw bursted out of one of my mechadrites, and toasted the deamon that was quickly catching up with us. “Dude you stole my kill, and that was totally METAL.” Complained Gereit, while he complemented me. “When did you figure that out?” He asked this, while he got down. The deamon was gone, banished to the warp. “I don’t know but our trip has gotten even more interesting than before.” I respond.
"Guests"(2)Rusted Cogs and Lost Souls. By Voiddragon CHAPTER 2 "Guests" _________________(Red)_____________________ Hi. My name is, well everybody just calls me Red. You see I am a crimson furred, and white feathered female griffin with hazel eyes, I also have a wee bit of a temper problem. I got my name because my pony parents were not the most... creative bunch. Thats right, my parents were ponies (wadda are you gonna do about it). My real parents were killed by slavers, and I was rescued, and adopted by an airship captain, and his wife, who could not have kids. Saaad, I know. (Lucky for me though.) But that’s not the here, or now. You see I was betrayed by the very company my father helped create. The moooost powerful trading company of all time, The East Equestrian trading company. They then sold me, their best airship captain, to some diamond dog slavers, because I found out about those fuckers’ less “legal” ventures like their weapons smuggling operations, or slave ring. So here I am, mining gems so that these damn dogs will not starve. Fuck them too. “Work faster you mangy birds, or I am gonna have to whip you.” Screamed the slave master. “YES SIR.” We all screamed. ‘I Hate this, I HATE HOW I HAVE TO BREAK MY BACK, just so some mangy mutts can eat, while we starve. Worst of all are the disappearances, for it is well known that the alpha has forbidden eating slave or unnecessary beatings.’ “So what’s for dinner tonight?” I ask my Cyrus who is right next to me. “Don’t know, but most likely gruel again.” He answers “I,m sick of gruel.” I complain. “STOP YOUR COMPLAINING, YOU LOT ARE LUCKY YOU EVEN GET TO EAT TONIGHT.” the Master screams at me, and my mate next to me.”SO BACK TO WORK.” And work we did. In the massive cavern we worked, digging up rocks, and other materials looking for some gems so are masters can eat. For you see the diamond dogs here live primarily off of gemstones, but the mines have been running more, and more dry. So in their desperation they resorted to slavery to help mine out the mountain to find more food. One day I am gonna break out of here, and kill those who put me in here in the first place. Then come back and kill these guys too. While we worked our picks fell into rhythm, and soon we were singing some strange song. “Knock your singing off. It’s annoying.” The master screamed, but we kept singing anyway just to annoy him. “Alright, that is it.” with that he started to whip anyone near him causing many to start to bleed, and cry out in pain. Many of those wounds will not heal fully, leaving vicious scars. But even so we kept singing as a form of silent rebellion. “Raul stop your senseless violence, singing is not a rebellion. They were working more efficiently while they sang, or do you need to go without dinner.” spoke up the overseer. While Raul looked like he was about to argue, but he quickly dropped it, and said. “Sorry overseer. Now everybody back to work.” And with that, the overseer walked off to go take care of some other work. “Glad the overseer came here, that could have gotten ugly.” whispers my mate. After that the rest of the day was uneventful. So me, and my mate Cyrus went to eat dinner, and go to bed. But In the middle of the night, I was awoken by a screech. That screech could only belong to one person. “Cyrus, what's.....” and at the sight of the problem the words died on my tongue, four large diamond dogs wearing black robes, with a strange symbol painted in a dark red substance. The symbol looked like a compass rose with an eye in the middle. They were binding, and gagging Cyrus. “Crap, the other awakens. Chosen what do we do?” spoke one of the diamond dogs. “Bind her too, Khorne can never have enough skulls, and blood.” Spoke the largest of the dogs. With that I screeched, and tried to get as far as I could. Unfortunately I was in a small cell with my mate, and only got as far back as the wall. So all I could do was scream, and scratch at them with my talons, but it was futile they overwhelmed me, and knocked me unconscious anyway. (Gereit) “So how did you do that?” I asked. “I don’t know, I heard a mechanical voice in my head then blam chamethrawer, and dead deamon.” Responds Thomas “Voices in your head hmm, you might want to get that checked out. Never is a good sign you know.” I said sarcastically. “I am serious about the voices in my head.” he yelled at me. “Right, you have some “magic” voices in your head. That is insane my friend.” I sate with a matter of fact face. After that he just sat down looked at me, and said. “WE ARE IN EQUESTRIA, and you are doubting the fact that I have helpful mechanical voices in my head. You are a griffin, and I am a tech-priest buffalo. Plus we were attacked by a bloodletter. I do believe anything is possible now.” “Better?” I ask. “Yes, I think so. Why do you not believe me?” Thom asked. “Now that I think about it, it’s not that crazy, just out of the ordinary.” I say. “Thank you, I sort of feel like I am losing my mind.” He says. “You are not alone. Now lets get out of here.” I say. so we started walking down a very boring path, then we hear some grunting, and what sounds like something getting dragged. Up ahead we see a light coming around a corner. So Thomas, and I quickly find a niche in the wall, and hide. What we see appear to be cultists, with the mark of chaos on their robes dragging two griffins. Once they passed, I told Thomas. “Lets go after them, cause I have a feeling that whatever they plan for those griffins, will not end well.” Thomas stops, and looks like he is thinking about it, then he says. “Agreed, let’s follow, and find out what they plan,” he says. So we followed them we stayed hidden the best we could, but a few times we almost lost them. But thankfully the griffins left a convenient trail of feathers, and fur to follow. What we almost stumbled into scared me. It was a huge room filled with cultist and a giant altar to, what appeared to be Khorne. “Damn it, that does not look good.” I say. “Now what?” Whispered Thomas. “After I make my distraction, you free the captives. OK?” I tell him. “What's your distraction gonna be?” Thomas asks, with a hint of a death glare. “Oh trust me you’ll know.” I say with a big grin. And with that I snuck off into the dark, and dank cavern, that has a strong smell of blood. While I was sneaking I hear a scream of pain and a cry of anguish. “AAAAAAAAAA” From the griffin on the altar. “Cyrus NOOOOOOOOO.” From the griffin on the floor. I then hear the sound of a heavy load, that must be the body dropping, and making a thunk sound then the head cultist says “bring the next sacrifice.” ‘not on my watch.’ With that I was finally able to get behind him, and ready my saber for major impalement, and so I stabbed the bastard in the heart with my sword, while screaming. “DIE YOU DIRTY HERETICS.” And that was the signal. For while the priest was too busy dropping the sacrificial dagger, and bleeding out. Thomas rushed in, while I kept the cultists busy by killing them, and stopping their pitiful attempts at resistance. _________(Thomas)________ I rushed in, and immediately used my laser cutter to burn off the ropes binding her, I think it’s a her. After that she rushed over to the body of the dead griffin, and immediately started to cradle it while crying. “Why, WHY, WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS. DAMN YOU EAST EQUESTRIA TRADING COMPANY, AND DAMN YOU STUPID DOGS.” After that she just kept cuddling the cooling corpse of, what appeared to be her lover, while crying. “Get a hold of yourself, do you want his death to be meaningless? If not then get up, and come with me. My friend can only hold them off for so long.” I told her. “But...” “No buts do you wanna avenge his death or not?” I tell her, while I hear a cry of pain from Gereit, and the death scream of some poor cultist. “Poor dog, no one deserves a pissed Gereit after them. Not even Khornate cultist." “OK I’ll come with you. To avenge Cyrus.” She tells me. “Thank you, now lets hurry.” I say, and with that we take off running. “GEREIT TIME TO GO.” I scream at him. “But I am having so much fun.” and with that he cut a diamond dogs muzzle off horizontally, causing blood to spray all over his face. I see him liking some of it and saying. “OOOOO to walk on the blood stained ground.” “Thats it, you're coming with me,” and with that I grab him, and put him on my back. “Put me down, I am totally capable of killing them all by myself.” He tells me. “I don’t care we are gonna run.” I tell him, while he start to pout about not being able to murder some cultist. It probably has something to do with the fact that they committed one of his ultimate sins, “thou shalt not commit human sacrifices”. You see, these things are the stuff that really piss him off. Like “thou shalt not harm a child”, or “Thou shalt not threaten my family or friends.” Doing this is stupid by itself, what's worst is they did it in front of him. So while we were running for what felt like hours until, we heard the sound of heavily armored soldiers Charging toward us. “Great just great, now what.” I complained. When they round the corner, they yelled. “HALT IDENTIFY YOURSELVES, AND...” With that they saw the massive amount of chaos cultists charging us. “DEATH TO TRAITORS.” Screamed the captain. And with that Gereit went “Woohoo, lets kill them all.”. And with that a battle started cultist on one side, and us with the guard on the other. It was unsurprisingly short a few guards men died, but that was it on our side, while all of the cultist were seemingly dead, or screaming as they gave into their wounds. “Thank you for your assistance, now lay down your armaments, and come with me. The alpha will want to meet you.” And after saying this a, SHIT TON OF SPEARS WERE AIMED AT OUR THROATS. “ O come on. Ok Gereit drop the sword.” I tell Gereit. “You gotta be fucking kidding me, all right here.” With that Gereit drops his sword, and pushes it to the captain who quickly picks it up. “You four gather the bodies, and find out who they were. While you two come with me, and our “Guest”.” “Here we go again” I mumble.
