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Artein, masz już Thanquola ?Artein pisze:Z Thorgrimem to żadna rozwałka. Nóż w plecy. Trzy noże, jeśli mamy być dokładni.
Nagash po wskrzeszeniu przywołuje 9 mrocznych sług (Sauron is pissed) - Mortarchów (Vlad, Krell, Kemmler itd) jednym z nich jest potężny czarnoksiężnik który potrafi kontrolować umysły setek istot w promieniu ćwierć mili, nie pamięta swojego imienia ani przeszłości, zostaje wysłany z Vladem i Valachem Harkonem by wspierać Imperium na północy. Po jednej bitwie Vlad zdradza się, że być może wie kim ów jest, ten prosi go o wyjawienie sekretu, lecz wampir sukinsyńsko go spławia, mówiąc tylko że Nameless doznał niedawno w poprzednim życiu porażki i żył w zamku Drachenfels.Soulferin pisze:o co tu chodzi ?-The Nameless Mortarch is finally revealed to be Constant Drachenfels the Great Enchanter
Thanquola jeszcze chyba nikt nie ma. To jest w The Rise of the Horned Rat.GrimgorIronhide pisze:Artein, masz już Thanquola ?Artein pisze:Z Thorgrimem to żadna rozwałka. Nóż w plecy. Trzy noże, jeśli mamy być dokładni.![]()
Deep in thought, Thorgrim never saw the black shadow unfold from the rocky peak. Spider-like, it crawled down a cliff face before letting go.
‘Assassin!’ squealed Thanquol in his nowhere place.
‘Hsst!’ warned Verminking. ‘Do not let your excitement alert the king to our presence. We are in his mind!’ Then, more gently, he continued, ‘This is the culmination of many scheme-plans. Deathmaster Snikch delivers the final blow to the dwarf-thing’s empire. It has taken him long-long to work his way to the top of Beard-Thing Mountain-place. No other but he and Lurklox could have achieved it.’
‘The king’s armour…’ began Thanquol doubtfully.
‘He bears new knives, they are warpforged, each triple blessed by the retchings of the Verminlord Lurklox, Master of All Deceptions. They can slice through gromril as easily as incisors sink into a corpse. He will not fail, now hush, and watch!’
In mid-air, the dark shape somersaulted and drew forth its three blades – one in each hand and a third in its tail. With all the momentum of his fall, Snikch drove all three blades into his target.
Thorgrim staggered forwards, great stabs of pain coursing through him. Thanquol gasped, sharing a sliver of his agony. As the king fell to his knees, Thanquol fell to his. Through Thorgrim’s eyes he could see the points of three blades jutting out of his chest, and for a gut-churning second, Thanquol thought it his own.
Thorgrim’s last thoughts were for his people. Like a damned fool beardling he had left the door open behind him. There were so many grudges left unanswered. His last thought crystallised with painful clarity – of course, the hateful cowards had stabbed him in the back.
Ja pamiętam o SetrzeNoirPaladin pisze:Czy ktokolwiek pamięta jeszcze o Settrze? Mam nadzieję, że GW nie oszczędziło go tylko po to by zabił go jakiś szczur..