The Warp Bar.
An'ggrath the Unbound (aka Guardian of the throne of skulls), Most favoured of Khorne and Lord of the Bloodthirsters, with complete and utter consumed hatred, rage and the will to
destroy, observed the scene he had just walked into. Large dark room with burgundy coloured walls and dark carpets. Attached to the ceiling were a few sets of dim lights, giving the room a smoky dark atmosphere.
To his right was a long steel table, with many large glass bottles filled with some sort of thick oozing grey liquid. Behind the steel table stood Deamon Prince Ormoran, who at the present moment seemed to be making a Cocktail, presumably for the pack of giggling Deamonettes at table 6. Behind Deamon Prince Ormoran stood an enormous shelf containing many various bottles of both dark and colourful substances, many of which would transform a mortal man into a pile of bubbling carcas and depart their soul to the warp conscripting it to an eternity of slavery, but at the same time make a nifty little cocktail base or for those adventurous enough, a nice Friday night drink.
To the left, Greater Deamon Varinark, Lord of Change was playing Great Unclean One Ogie in a game of pool. As usual the two had begun finding trivial excuses to argue with each other.
“Grwrp strwp blrgh changing the blrgh ball argh Var blrgh!”
“Well then please refrain from dribbling on them!”
“Blrghargh not arghblargh!” And as usual Deamon Prince Ormoran would have to intervene.
“Oi! Not this again aye!” This would then cause more giggling and laughter from table 6.
An'ggrath the unbound (aka Guardian of the throne of skulls), Most favoured of Khorne and Lord of the Bloodthirsters focused his attention forward to the set of tables spaced greatly apart to allow patrons the freedom of movement. At the table 3 a handful of Tzeentch Screamers sat heatedly arguing the laws of something or other vainly trying to catch the attention of the Deamonettes. A mob of 20-30 Bloodletters stood around the large table 13 Cheering and Jeering.
“My arm My arm!! Ha ha ha!!”
“His arm his arm!!” they all cheered in chorus.
“YEAH!!” Came a cheer!
At that moment the seated Bloodletter Stood and unsheathing its blade cut off its own arm, spraying blood all over the other Bloodletters.
At the other tables sat few other Deamons, many of which An'ggrath the unbound (aka Guardian of the throne of skulls), Most favoured of Khorne and Lord of the Bloodthirsters did not recognise. “More new guys round here these days.” An'ggrath the unbound turned to Deamon Prince Ormoran and seated himself on the bar stool.
“Bloody oath, its the inquisition mate, keep finding new ways to banish us.”
“Aye, remember the old days, when the humans didnt know who the hell we were, springing up behind em and scaring the crap outa em was fun! Now, almost every one of em knows all our waeknesses and has somekinda Deamon detecting device, and don't get me started on the Inquisition!”
“Aye, those were the days. But hey, its not all bad, least not for all of us. Good business, used to be pretty quiet round 'ere, 'till all these guys kept getting banished, more customers I say. So whats it gonna be today An'ggrath? Usual?”
“The usual Orm, leave the bottle.” Daemon Prince Ormoran selected a long skinny red bottle from the shelf behind him and placed it beside An'ggrath the unbound (aka Guardian of the throne of skulls), Most favoured of Khorne and Lord of the Bloodthirsters. An'ggrath the unbound (aka Guardian of the throne of skulls), Most favoured of Khorne and Lord of the Bloodthirsters dropped a few skulls on the steel bench which Daemon Prince Ormoran scooped up instantly.
An'ggrath the unbound (aka Guardian of the throne of skulls), Most favoured of Khorne and Lord of the Bloodthirsters glanced to his left and noticed Greater Demon of Khorne, Bloodthirster Molniya slouching at the steel bench, face in hands with 4 or 5 of the same skinny red bottles layed out around him. All but half of one of the bottles were empty.
“Whats up with Mol?”
“Oh you know, the missus again. She fell for some Slaaneshy Greater Daemon, recently banished.”
“Ah, wow, theyve been together a while, Mol and the missus, thats gotta hurt.”
“Hmm yeah, poor bastard. Shit he's had too much to drink again.”
Greater Daemon of Khorne, Bloodthirster Molniya picked his head up from under his hands and was yelling obscenities over at the Deamonettes at table 6.
“Scum! Allaf ur kind! Drity scumey bitches!”
“Hey Mol, you've had a bit to drink...”
“Bullllshhit!” Greater Daemon of Khorne, Bloodthirster Molniya was flailing his arms around himself clumsily. “Cumere I'll showw you how much i'f had a drink, dirty bastard! I'll fucking tell yous wen i'f had enuf to fucking drink! Yous don't know shit!”
“Come on Mol, calm down, here I'll help you up. Come on Mol don't be like that.”
“I'll be fucking be how I fucking want! Fuck off, I's dnt need ur shit! I'ma fine!”
Greater Daemon of Khorne, Bloodthirster Molniya clumsily clambered off the bar stool almost falling over several times. “ There Mol, here hold on.”
“Ah! Lowd Aggrnaff! Hows be yous today?”
“I'm fine Mol, you don't look too good, here let me help you.”
Greater Daemon of Khorne, Bloodthirster Molniya suddenly embraced An'ggrath the unbound (aka Guardian of the throne of skulls), Most favoured of Khorne and Lord of the Bloodthirsters and burst into tears. “U've always beeen there fur us Aggrnaff! Oh how culd she do that Aggrnaff? How?!” Greater Daemon of Khorne, Bloodthirster Molniya shook all over and convulsed in tears. “Come on Mol, lets go.” An'ggrath the unbound (aka Guardian of the throne of skulls), Most favoured of Khorne and Lord of the Bloodthirsters nodded over to the Bloodletters watching the interesting scene.
“Help him up guys aye! Here take him home. Come on Mol, get some rest and visit me when your yourself again, then we'll go find this Slaanesh bastard and add some more skulls to the skull throne aye? Come on.”
“Youf always beeen there Aggrnaff! Khorne help you.” Half the Bloodletters from table 13 took hold of Greater Daemon of Khorne, Bloodthirster Molniya and led him out of the bar.
Daemon Prince Ormoran waved over at tale 6 and turned to An'ggrath the unbound (aka Guardian of the throne of skulls), Most favoured of Khorne and Lord of the Bloodthirsters.
“Another chaotic day at the Warp Bar aye? Ha ha ha!”
Another "load of crap" production from the "Warhammer Dogs".
Alle's Klar? Herr Kommissar
Last edited by CommissarHorn; 07-27-08 at 09:57 AM.