Onion, Lawrence, and Gravy had been trudging across cinder-strewn plains and ash crusted hills for quite some time.
“Oi Bruva! Yous told meh dat yur hooman was takin uz to a bashin’. But mee eyes cant see no fingys to bash!” Exclaimed Gravy with the most amount of disappointment that a Gargant could conjure.
“Be pay-tent Gravee, hee may be puneey, but ies trust ‘im in tat he noos wot hees dooin, in dat roit smoo man?” Replied Onion.
“Yes my titanic friend, just over those last hills” said Lawrence. In truth, he had felt a disturbance in the magical winds that blew through this coast, an almost… chaotic disturbance. Just the thought of it made Lawrence shudder, but was certain that his Garagant escorts would employ no discrimination when the time for a fight emerged.
Onion suddenly stoped dead
“Oi” he roared, “wozzat?”
He Pointed his huge club at a suspiciously out of place rock cluster in the side of a hill, the kind of cluster that glowed a sickly, chaotic green.
”GnawHoles” realised Lawrence, beginning to panic. he had heard stories of warp-bred rat-men called ‘Skaven’ who could tunnel under cities and mountain ranges alike, tearing down each with the same ease that the Gargants could.
“Hold Gravy!, go no closer” warned Lawrence
“Do az hee sez bruffa” agreed Onion
Lawrence knew that the rat-men would not be lurking far from their reality-distorting creations, and going to close Would mean facing a hail of warpstone magics and artillery.
“Not fair!“ retorted Gravy “me needz a gud bash”
Then, a tiny figure appeared from the rocky terrain, a small rat-man equipped with some sort of Warp enhanced gear, it rasped a single unintelligible word, and a green flash emerged from his position, revealing a sight that Lawrence never even dreamed he would see.
An Incarnate
It took the form of a huge skeletal dragon, which surged towards Gravy at a remarkable speed. But Gravy was ready, the Gargant planted a foot into the ground hard, getting into a counter-active position, and sent his club upwards into the Manifestations draconic skull, instantly banishing the vile creation.
Lawrence could not believe his eyes, with one swing Gravy had destroyed a master-craft of magic, and made it look as easy as breathing. This was the first time Lawrence has seen his Gargant friends fight up-close, and it was at this moment he knew he was in safe hands (very large hands that is)
“Dat duh best yoos can doo poo-ney ratling? Big Grav’ needs a propa bash, not some pafetic and fake magic beastie!”
At that moment, (and to Gravy’s deligh), another GnawHole burst through the ground, emerging directly behind Gravy, and with it came 7 hulking figures: 6 small, rat-like orges, lugging fists of muscle and pure bloodlust crawled out from the glowing green ravine, followed by a much larger, much more abhorrent creature, one that trailed a spiked flail that crackled with Warp energy.
“Oo ‘ello!” Laughed Gravy “ask und yoos shull re-seeve!“
Before the chaotic abominations could react, Gravy stomped down, pancaking one of then instantly, then he dragged his enormous club across the ground, rending it through the many unfortunate rats who’s state of matter was now a fine red and green liquid on the tip of Gravy’s club.
“Fackin’ av it, yer beasties” boomed Gravy triumphantly
Gravy then brought his club high into the air, aiming to strike down the brooding terror that was the larger rat kin, however it was protected by unseen warp-energies that absorbed the previously devastating blow, therefore it was not enough, the Skaven Behemoth lashed back at Gravy, Warp energy surging, as the rat-beast tore gash after gash into Gravy’s legs, eventually sending him tumbling to the ground.
Onion yelled at the sight of his brothers close demise, and prepared to charge in revenge, but Lawrence intervened.
“No Onion! This will not end well if you keep fighting, we must press on! Forget the Skaven, get Gravy up and get away from these chaos fuelled beings“
“Fine! Boot i aint‘ leaving wit-out smaking som!” Retorted Onion as he cascaded over to his fallen brethren.
Onion clasped Gravy’s hand, pulling him back up from the dirt, while simultaneously battering more rats, sending several flying into rocks and other rats alike. The two Gargants easily escaped, simply walking over their enemies, leaving the Skaven to gather whatever resources they sought to gain from these arid wastes.
This had not been a loss for the Crusaders, but certainly not a victory. At the very least they were now aware of the dangers that the ravaged coast provided, which in turn presented more things to be bashed…
