Chapter one, the return

After many years of obscurity, fighting in the wastes to satisfy his insatiable anger gifted to him by the lord Khorne Varek found solace, after destroying and entire village by himself while Smerek watched greedily for the feast. Varek had been fuming that those ratmen could betray him and get away before he could take all their heads, he still had a few trophies that had been worthy of the throne of skulls, Lord Khorne showed his displeasure and his admiration at the same time, despite being betrayed Varek had no actually lost any battle and the slaughter had been great, even though the Crown of Command had been a trick and had welded itself to Varek’s head, he still managed to keep control over the primitive magic’s that the scrap metal had emitted.

Varek had spent nearly an entire year searching caves for the rats and slaughtered all he found, but now was the time to return and after a few years in the wastes it was time to return to burn the world that had scorned him, the empire had once fallen to his sword, but in his absence they had grown stronger, but to the world what had been a fairly short period of time had been a new age to Varek and he had learnt to harness the raw power of chaos and to follow the voices of the four gods that still toyed with his existence, he had promised Khorne slaughter, he had promised Slannesh admiration, he promised Nurgle the very hardened of men to be poisoned by his plague, and Lord Tzeentch had been promised the library’s of the world, the knowledge of all mortals.

Varek had a slight problem, due to his rage he had personally dealt with the bickering Lieutenants that he commanded, Tzeezer’s scheming was his undoing as he plotted to kill Varek Khonrad took his head as he had been waiting so long to do, but the wizard had betrayed him and he had only taken the head of Varek’s slave girl that he used in his connections with Lord Slannesh, Varek so outraged broke Khonrad’s body with his bare hands, Khonrad loved every minute of it as he called to his god of war in his moment of death for his skull to take place at Khorne’s side, Khorne obliged, thanking the great warrior for his service, but for his failer in not overthrowing his master Khorne place his skull by his side in the den of Karanak to spend eternity being chewed by the endless hunger of the mighty flesh hound.

Tzeezer however tried to flee knowing the wrath of Varek was swift, he laid his trap waiting for Varek to fall into it, which he did Varek clumsily walked into the trap of four Ogre bulls, they had tied down Smerek the mighty dragon of chaos and intended to eat him to send his sole to the great maw, the four bulls laughed as they produced their tyrant leader, who confronted Varek, and spoke of a bird man who had promised him greatness for eating the dragon and killing this little man, Varek smiled he would enjoy this, he told the Tyrant he had once chance of survival, to meet him in combat, the Tyrant readily accepted and for 6 hours was locked in combat with Varek, the chaos lord matching the strength of the Ogre much to the Tyrants surprise, the bulls watched in ore, they had never seen a fight like this, the feast would be mighty to celebrate their leaders success against such a powerful foe, and the maw would be happy to accept this sacrifice, but Varek had long been fighting stronger foes and finally drove his rune sword through the gut plate of the ogre tearing his soft belly underneath, leaving the sword driven deep into the flesh, Varek tore off the Tyrants head and pulled out his eyes, he through the head to the bulls and commanded them to devour it, which they did, as Varek stared into the eyes of his fallen victim and called to Lord Tzeentch, he ate the eyes and a third eye appeared in his forehead, Varek could see Tzeezer hiding just a few miles away, he released Smerek “this is your kill” he spoke, the dragon need not telling twice.

So to the bulls Varek laid down one option, they fight for him in the wastes and grow strong with mutation, or face the same fate as their former leader. They fell to their knees and begged for the change to fight foes as strong as Varek so they could eat the hearts of men and become strong, Varek warned them that any attempt to kill him would lead to them spending the rest of their miserable lives eating rotten corpses at the feet of Nurgle being test subjects for the good of various bowl conditions, that was all Varek need to command their respect.

But Varek still needed new lieutenants and his search would start in Bretonia when he had heard rumours of and unbeatable foe who sounded himself with women and the finest pleasures, Varek had heard of this before, and knew that a worshiper of Slannesh would join him, or find his pleasures cut short.

The story of Lieutenant ‘Lightning’ Jacques Slaaag, the widow maker and taker.

Jacques was once a proud Bretonian knight who had a passion for women, so much so the when he was caught in bed with the duke of Anduex’s wife, he was cast out of the province and challenged to a duel by the duke. Jacques returned to fight the duel the next day revealing himself to be a worshipper of Slaanesh. He soon cut down the duke with his lightning fast attacks, then challenged the entire regiment of knights and men at arms, claiming their wives and sisters (and even one or two mothers!) as his prize. The knights could not let this unchivalrous ponce insult their women and so one by one Jacques cut them to pieces until the entire duchy was bereft of worthy men. He claimed the province for himself and spent many years ‘worshipping’ the god of pleasure with all the women of the land, and even one or two of the stable boys that made the mistake of being in his way after a long ride. Until the day he heard the call of Lord Varek the Undecided, who offered him all the Wood Elf maidens and Dwarf Women (if he could find any!) that he could enslave. Lord Varek’s shone in the mind of Jacques, as only one who had danced with Slannesh could, Jac’s mind was filled with visions and the images of all those females of different races, and he had never had a dwarf female! It could be interesting he thought, and reminded himself to take his best ash try and cigars, not forgetting his shiniest purple suit of armour, he looked at himself and thought he was dressed to kill.

Lieutenant Gangrenous Khan, Emperor of Fungol, City of Eternal Plague

As a life long servant of Papa Nurgle Gangrenous has always lived in the wastes, his barbarian village east of Praag, lays just within the chaos wastes. The village it’s self has always wondered into the empire pillaging and murdering as they went. But the birth of Khan was one of great debate. The village had always been dedicated to Khorne the lord of battle and blood lust. But upon the birth of Gangrenous to the mate of the chief of the village, the entire village at the point of birth fell ill with an unknown plague, the chief Khan of the village could not believe it when he saw his new born son, he was riddled with poxes and boils and untold horrors, so much that the mother died upon birth, poisoned by her own festering child. A sudden vision hit the chief, he could see a dream of his mate being taken in an unholy manner by a plague bearer just 9 short months ago, but Papa Nurgle has always spared the woman the Rot knowing that one day his champion will come forth, the poor woman so scared for her unborn child’s safety never said what had happened. In that moment, the entire village became servants of Nurgle to save themselves from Nurgle’s Rot. It was over the next 12 years that the young Gangrenous was taught the art of war, by the more than capable barbarians. On his twelfth birthday Gangrenous killed his own father, and took command of the village. He proceeded to build a mighty empire from destroying all the nearby villages and infecting anyone who stood before him. He renamed the newly found city on the sight of his village, Fungol the City of Eternal Plague, he also kept his title as Khan as an insult to the followers of Khorne and his weakling father. When Gangrenous heard the call of Lord Varek, he could not decline the chance to ravage the empire with some of his newest plagues, he left the city and as he did the demon’s gibbered, the Lord of Decay has arrived to watch his child, this was Gangrenous’s test on his path to demonhood, destiny was calling