An Opportunity in Death by Games Workshop LTD

Author:Games Workshop LTD
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Games Workshop LTD
Published: 2018-05-14T08:27:50+00:00

An hour later, the Eshin delegation withdrew from Retchnik’s audience burrow. Plans were in place for their claws to assemble and follow the route he had mapped for them through the dangerous Floodwarrens and the half-collapsed gnawhole beyond.

With a snigger, Retchnik had his guards sweep his burrow for lurking killers and spying devices. Once he was satisfied that Kriktail had left no unpleasant surprises in his wake, he sent the Stormvermin outside to stand watch over the burrow, ordering them to seal the door. He had scryings to make, to ready himself for the next step in his brilliant plan. And for no reason he could set a claw on, he felt uneasy. He would feel better with the door barred.

Retiring to a shadowy antechamber, Retchnik busied himself at the brass controls of his seeing-engine. Despite his sense of triumph, something prickled at him, a feeling of disquiet that made his tail twitch.

‘Fool-fool, this is a moment of triumph,’ he chittered to himself. ‘If they get seen-caught, then Clan Slynk are butchered and I am revenged. If they fetch-bring the black realmstone from the pyramid’s heart, then my powers become even greater, and when they march against the aelf-things they will learn-learn too late that my wrath cannot be bought off. Let Slynk try to fight aelfs to their front and my swarms to their back.’

Retchnik snickered another laugh, but it felt forced. He shot a wary glance over his shoulder, twitching, but saw nothing amidst the shadows. Blinking quickly, chiding himself for his needless nerves, the Grey Seer spun around and conjured a clawful of warp lightning that crackled as it illuminated the burrow.

‘See-see, fool, he whispered to himself, ‘there is no–’

The Grey Seer’s words choked off as icy pain shot through his body. It radiated out from the base of his spine, and he felt his body going numb. A black-swathed muzzle slid into his peripheral vision as the killer behind him leaned forward. Retchnik squirted the musk of fear as he stared into a glinting eye marbled with blue and gold.

‘How?’ croaked the Grey Seer, his limbs shaking as they went cold.

‘Deathrunner,’ hissed Spark-eye. ‘One is two and two are one. Master Kriktail gratefully accepts your gift-gift of information, but must sorrowfully decline your offer of an alliance.’

With that, the Deathrunner stepped back and the shadows swallowed him. His ghostly disappearance was the last thing Retchnik saw as he toppled sideways, and the numbness seeped its way into his brain.

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