A rainy night on the Isle of Blight...

[Challenger3333]

ON A STORMY NIGHT four Destro faced off against four Order in Alisha’s Lair. The wily Marauder Crull, the cold-hearted Choppa Icecream, and the mighty Chosen Kye, dove into close combat in the cramped cave while the Zealot Queleen the mean stood at the door, healing her team.
A hearty Ironbreaker known as Veryhard broke like brittle reeds under Kye’s mighty two-handed assault, and the rest of the Order fled for their lives. The Destruction warriors gave chase, yet one Order escaped. It was one too many—the Destruction group knew it meant more Order would soon come.
“We must prepare for them,” Kye declared. “Greenskin! You are the fastest runner among us…go to our Warcamp and send a message to the Inevitable City! This has become bigger than the spawn of the Lady and the loot! We need soldiers here to KILL ORDER!”
Icecream was still enraged from the recent carnage that his jagged blades had wrought, but he was clear-headed enough to know that Kye was right. With a shout of “Wauuugh!” the Choppa ran faster than any steed could, straight across the rain-swept landscape, on a mission to deliver the message.
Minutes passed and the forces from the two sides of the ancient conflict gathered. At this time, Destruction had clearly superior numbers, so Order held their attack. In the midst of it all, there was a brief duel between an experienced Dark Elf Healer and an over-confident Slayer. As the slayer’s broken body slapped face-down in a pool of blood and rain, the Destro team collectively wondered, “What was that dead Dwarf thinking?”
On Wyvern wings Destro came from the far lands in great numbers answering the summons, but on the opposite side of the Bighted Isle, Order forces also continued to gather. They met in the wide valley between Alisha’s Lair and the Mountain, and then the sounds of steel-to-steel were louder than the thunder in the skies above.
The first skirmish clearly belonged to Destruction. Every Order who set foot on the rain-sodden rocks fell to the forces that Destruction had assembled. The Witch Elf Serafina had stealthily moved among Order’s back lines, dropping their healers and then vanishing. Meanwhile, a Disciple of Khaine called Flokista drew the ire of the Order tanks, mistakenly convinced that a dread Dark Elf Healer would be a simple target.
As the last of the assembled Order fell to Destruction, the Chosen Ooul, who was normally less than mouthy, cheered his fellows on, saying: “Wipe much?”
But more Order arrived, and the tide of battle altered. Now Destruction fled the field, pushed back into their Warcamp by High Elf Swordsmen in the front and overwhelming enemy numbers.
A severely wounded Dwarf took the intiative, taunting Ooul across the across the battlefield in much the same way as the Chosen had spoken earlier, “Wipe much?”
Ooul thought to himself, “Could that Dwarf be ANY more original?”
The battle was over now, for the Order combatants had noted that Alisha had spawned. Their united power made quick work of the ghost, and so, yipping like crazed hyenas, they returned to their Warcamp.
“They will surely go to the Dwarf Lair now,” Ooul shouted. “Let us go to meet them there!”
“Aye!” rejoined the Destruction’s remaining forces, who again took to their Wyverns.
But as dawn broke over Ekrund only a few Order were to be seen there. These Order were quickly sent howling to their final rewards, and the battle entered another lull. Destruction’s wish to slaughter their enemies in Ekrund was unrequited, so for the time being the combined forces of Chaos, Dark Elf, and Greenskin either returned to battle on the strategic Isle of Nordenwatch or other pursuits. For now, the storm had passed.

[Sovurai]

Good work heh

[Shaman21]

I approve of this destruction initiation propaganda.

[combatvet187]

Loved it, especially the part about that DOk named Flokista. He sounds awesome.