(Anyone may join in on any side of the disagreement, no lore knowledge needed here)
The Roads of the Empire were a sorry state most of the year but no more so then winter in Middenland, at least in Bretonnia the peasantry knew not to risk such a journey, no they were far too cowardly for that most of them, but this lone medicine cart had no choice.
The relatively open clearing they had found themselves in was blanketed in soft snow, the barely trodden path now invisible, it was a large caravan, the type one could sleep in and of course an easy target in this part of the Drakwald in one of the smaller paths barely used, a stupid decision made only by a desperate mind, a mind that the two people inside reckoned would be spilled on the ground any moment now.
A motley band of beastmen had been stalking the caravan ever since it entered the forest until now unseen by the inexperienced eyes put upon them, the beastmen were all of the goat variety bar one with a canine like snout that sniffed around the caravan.
"Why haven't they broken in yet?" The plague doctor inside lamented to his companion the mask he wore concealing the look of absolute dread at every tap and movement from the outside "Perhaps they don't know what they're looking at..I've hardly known their kind to practice the sciences in any capacity other then being interesting disection material." the older of the two said trying to stamp out his fear with logic and failing very clearly.
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The Knight gazed upon the caravan, the mutants sniffing at it and caressing it's one entrance with a clawed hand, there were about seven of them and one of he maybe two if one counted the warhorse he sat upon, shaking it's bright red coverings in excitement. It didn't matter, the decision to charge had been made and finalised with the gentle forward push that sent the steed into a gallop.
The canid beastman spun as his ears picked up the hoofbeats approaching, but he was far too late as the sword came in like a flash and felt like a wind passing through his shoulder...until the bloody red line from there to his belly started to emerge and erupt like a volcano the dark and corrupted blood staining the snow as he pitched forward into the ground with a agonised doglike howl.
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The two inside watched the figures through slits in the sides of the caravan as the beastmen seemed to scramble after a red figure on a horse who would pass by every so often, slashing out with a blade. Causing the monster to fall or scream in anger.
The Roads of the Empire were a sorry state most of the year but no more so then winter in Middenland, at least in Bretonnia the peasantry knew not to risk such a journey, no they were far too cowardly for that most of them, but this lone medicine cart had no choice.
The relatively open clearing they had found themselves in was blanketed in soft snow, the barely trodden path now invisible, it was a large caravan, the type one could sleep in and of course an easy target in this part of the Drakwald in one of the smaller paths barely used, a stupid decision made only by a desperate mind, a mind that the two people inside reckoned would be spilled on the ground any moment now.
A motley band of beastmen had been stalking the caravan ever since it entered the forest until now unseen by the inexperienced eyes put upon them, the beastmen were all of the goat variety bar one with a canine like snout that sniffed around the caravan.
"Why haven't they broken in yet?" The plague doctor inside lamented to his companion the mask he wore concealing the look of absolute dread at every tap and movement from the outside "Perhaps they don't know what they're looking at..I've hardly known their kind to practice the sciences in any capacity other then being interesting disection material." the older of the two said trying to stamp out his fear with logic and failing very clearly.
--
The Knight gazed upon the caravan, the mutants sniffing at it and caressing it's one entrance with a clawed hand, there were about seven of them and one of he maybe two if one counted the warhorse he sat upon, shaking it's bright red coverings in excitement. It didn't matter, the decision to charge had been made and finalised with the gentle forward push that sent the steed into a gallop.
The canid beastman spun as his ears picked up the hoofbeats approaching, but he was far too late as the sword came in like a flash and felt like a wind passing through his shoulder...until the bloody red line from there to his belly started to emerge and erupt like a volcano the dark and corrupted blood staining the snow as he pitched forward into the ground with a agonised doglike howl.
---
The two inside watched the figures through slits in the sides of the caravan as the beastmen seemed to scramble after a red figure on a horse who would pass by every so often, slashing out with a blade. Causing the monster to fall or scream in anger.
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