WH40K Chooser of the Dying: pt5Following the trail of the Lupradon that one of the hunters with Jessik had identified as ‘Harna til Krunj’ Heart of Stones, they slowly approached The Muel after hours of constant travel.WH40K Chooser of the Dying: pt55 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Boss, I don’t like the look of this place.” Whispered Vyacheslav clutching the stock of his autogun in a white knuckled grip. Izbor for once was in complete agreement with the young pilot; the Muel was unlike anything he’d expected. Under the mindboggling boughs of the Sky Trees there was no sunlight, nor grass or any growing thing, only cold grey stone from tens of thousands of years of petrified debris falling from above. Gravel crunched under foot as they approached truly mammoth tangles of fallen branches and limbs each one the equal to any tree in the Niliesian forests.
“Nobody comes here unless they hunt the Lupradon, places like these are the ‘Culdnd Grahond’ the Dying Grounds.” Said Vanik in a hushed voice, his face was grim and his
WH40K Chooser of the Dying: pt4Slowly the other hunters and a very rattled Lars converged on the gigantic beast laying slumped on the rise.WH40K Chooser of the Dying: pt45 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Throne boss, look at the size of it!” exclaimed Lars excitedly, having been on the other side of the branch he’d not seen a single thing of the worm, or of the final shots, but he’d heard everything and come close to breaking.
“What were those things?” demanded Izbor ignoring his crewman as he finally regained his ability to speak after such a close call. Vanik nodded understanding and grinned widely showing those sharp white teeth.
“A boreworm and that which preys upon it. It’s a sign we’re close to The Muel.”
“Things grow large around the Sky Trees.” Affirmed a smiling Jessik striding up to them sizing up the dead grox with an approving expression. “Father will be very pleased; it’s a good kill Mr. Volkov.”
“That it is.” Agreed Izbor placing a hand over his heart.
WH40K Chooser of the Dying: pt3Celebrations continued until long after the distant blue sun vanished behind the monolithic Sky Trees. Darkness like nothing Izbor had seen outside of the void closed in around the camp held back only by torches and the constant glare of search lights from the four sentinels constantly patrolling the circumference of the camp. Darkness however did not dampen the festivity, there were contests of strength and wits, young hunters vied to outshoot one another in displays of impressive marksmanship. Dancing continued and music was everywhere as well as food and drink, Izbor never saw a face that was not smiling or laughing and eventually even he felt himself relax as his opinion of the clansmen grew and grew.WH40K Chooser of the Dying: pt35 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Jessik, who as he came to learn was a sergeant in the PDF, something her father was vastly proud of, finally told her story in a rich strong voice. She and a dozen other troopers, all clansmen of Daruk or blood brothers from Mill City raided the neighboring clan taking furs, weapons,