Thanquol & Boneripper 03 - Thanquol's Doom by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Skraekual seemed to sympathise with his rival’s suspicions. Hurriedly, he tugged

the dragon-head ring from his finger. “A gesture-token of oath-bond,” Skraekual

said, tossing the ring to Thanquol.

The motion surprised Thanquol, and awkwardly he bent about to catch the ring. It

crumpled in his grasping fingers. A trick! Some cheap tin trinket! All this time it had

been another of Skraekual’s deceptions! From the start he’d never had Master

Sleekit’s ring!

“Die-burn, fool-meat!” Skraekual growled. A burst of black energy leapt from

the grey seer’s paw, sizzling across the cave.

Thanquol squealed in horror, narrowly diving from the path of the deadly spell.

Scrambling across the ground, putting Boneripper between himself and his enemy, he

watched in horror as the wall behind him began to corrode, the rock turning to

dripping mush beneath Skraekual’s magic.

“Boneripper!” Thanquol shrieked. He pointed a claw at Skraekual. “Kill-smash!

Kill-smash!”

The rat-ogre vented warpsteam as its damaged mechanics ground into action. The

huge monster charged straight towards Skraekual. The sorcerer’s eyes glowed a

brilliant green as the brute rushed him. At the last instant before Boneripper could

reach him, he vanished in a puff of foul-smelling smoke. Unable to stop, the rat-ogre

kept barrelling across the cave. It smashed headfirst into the stone table, collapsing it

and hurling the mummy of Thratsnik from the seat it had occupied for centuries. A

great cloud of warpsteam erupted from Boneripper and the brute collapsed amid the

rubble.

Thanquol did not have long to take in the spectacle of his bodyguard’s failure. A

brutal impact against the back of his head sent him sprawling across the cave floor.

Looking up, he saw Skraekual glaring down at him, his staff poised to smash the grey

seer’s head. Skraekual had used his magic to escape Boneripper’s charge, but the

vengeful sorcerer had not gone far.

The staff came smashing down, glancing off Thanquol’s horn as the grey seer

scrambled from its path. Skraekual bared his fangs in a vicious snarl. Extending the

Hand of Vecteek, he sent a blast of pure aethyric force ploughing into his enemy.

Thanquol was flung like a rag doll across the cave by the magical blow. Skraekual

tittered in amusement at his foe’s helplessness and sent another blast of raw magic

smashing into him.

“Slow-slow,” Skraekual hissed. “You are first-first victim of Supreme Seerlord

Skraekual and I want-will like-like watch-smell you die-die!” In his bloodthirsty

mania, flecks of foam dripped from Skraekual’s mouth and madness burned in his

eyes.

Thanquol took advantage of his rival’s insane gloating to conjure his own spell.

Lightning crackled about the head of his staff, surging across the cave to strike the

other grey seer. Before the warp-lightning could connect, however, Skraekual made a

slashing gesture with the Hand of Vecteek. As though it had been torn to shreds by a

thousand invisible fangs, the tatters of Thanquol’s spell were scattered across the

burrow.

“Pain-suffer!” Skraekual snarled, gesturing once more with the talisman.

Thanquol attempted to fend off the sorcerous attack with his own counterspell, but

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