The Great Black Pyramid by Games Workshop LTD

Author:Games Workshop LTD
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Games Workshop LTD
Published: 2018-06-19T09:50:56+00:00

Spark-eye backflipped like an acrobat, narrowly avoiding being decapitated as a giant wight with glowing green eyes barrelled around the corner. The undead revenant’s black-bladed axe carved across the corridor in a blur of dark energy. A shadowsmoke bomb was already leaving the Deathrunner’s hand as his image split in two, his doppelganger keeping the massive, horned skeleton busy as he slid under the sweep of its double-headed axe. The corridor filled with Ulgu-smoke, and Spark-eye’s little band of rats slunk past to dart further into the black-walled pyramid.

There were only three of his fellow assassins left, now, the rest having fallen to curse-traps or the undead denizens that prowled this labyrinthine maze of arcane passageways and crawlspaces. Fewer to claim the wealth, Spark-eye told himself. Fewer to steal the glory that was rightfully his. But in his soul, he knew that was pure bravado. The musk of fear was heavy in the air, for the inside of the pyramid did not seem to conform to the laws of the cosmos. All four of the Slynk adepts knew they were hopelessly, irrevocably lost.

Then Spark-eye saw something that lit a flicker of hope in his breast. A chamber ahead glowed with a lambent purple energy, illuminating strangely angled walls inscribed with line upon line of tiny runes and pictograms. Some of the eldritch diagrams glowed brighter than others, glimmers of particularly pure black realmstone crystals marking the vital points. The Deathrunner’s eyes lit up with avarice. He suppressed a shudder, putting it down to the excitement of triumph, as he ran his claws along one of the walls. He motioned his fellows forward, then pulled out a three-bladed triskele and began to dig a gem-like crystal out of the wall. He put his shoulder to it, and out it came with a pop.

The pyramid shuddered, just enough to vibrate Spark-eye’s whiskers and make his musk-gland tighten unpleasantly.

Probably nothing, he thought, taking his triskele to the next jewel.

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