Klain The Hydra ( A novel By:Vyce Gray)

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I'm Posting my writing as I revise it. Feel free to read and enjoy but please PLEASE message your Comments and critics to me instead of posting them here. This takes place in the Warhammer world so I'll leave some need to knows here.

Key terms:
Druchii= Dark Elf (Pale skin Black hair almost aways Evil live in Naggaroth see below)
Asur= High Elf (Tan skin blond hair act good but are really racist. Live in Ulthuan see below)
Naggaroth= The frozen north of the world. Filled with monsters and black steel. Borders the Choas wastes.
Ulthuan= the Island country that is the ansteral home to all elves.
The Choas wastes= a ever changing land filled with magic and demons. Ruled by the four gods of Choas

Key people:
Klain The Hydra: main protagonist.Dark elf and corsair captain. Replaced his cannions with Hydra fangs giving him a vampiric look. Has a deep blue tattoo of a hydras head on the right side of his face and a grey streak in his hair.(Raz Al Ghoul style Devote follower of Khaine(see below)

Cannous Fellcaller: A bruiser of a Dark elf. Klains second in command

Swordmaster Albues: A High elf swordsman Taken as Klains personal slave

Malakith: The Witch King. First and corent leader of the dark elves. A master swordsman and powerful wizard.

Morthi: Malakiths Mother/Lover. Leader of the dark elf sorceress.

Khaine: Elven god of war, murder, blood, and revenge. Feared by the High elves cheif god of the dark elves.

Ashuryan: Cheif god of all even gods. God of fire, justice, and purity

Hoath:Elven god of wisdom. mainly worshiped by high elven wizards.

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Klain looked at the five elven spearman in front of him, their bright shining armor and cloth contrasting his own jet black armor and dark blue cloth, with a wide brimmed smile. Leveling his two longswords the Druchii corsair captain rushed in. The five braced their sheilds and attacked as one. Klain bent back and let the spear tips glide across his breastplate, the sound of metal on metal sent Goosebumps of joy all over his body. The Corsair wrapped his arm around one of he spears an pulled the unfortunate towards him sinking his free arms blade deep into the warriors neck. He revalued in the Asurs defiance even in death, trying to form a curse with a ruined voice box, Klain didn’t have long to enjoy it as the other four charged in. The corsair pushed the spears down into the ground with his blades, he then jumped over their shields cut one of their heads off before he landed. Before the remaining three could react he cut them down, Klain felt pride in the fact that they died fighting just like a elf should.

Before the sorrow of their deaths kicked in more Alsur spearman charged at him. Even for false soldiers the defenders courage was a truly worthy of praise, Klain felt joy bringing battle to them. As the lead got in range the dark elf spun past the spear blow and buried his sword in the warriors back. Three more came running in so Klain used the corpse as a shield, causing some blood to spray on his face. Licking the blood off his face the corsair began to laugh with joy revealing his Hydra fangs giving him a Vampiric look, he pulled his swords out and pushed the corpse causing one of the attackers to fall over. The spearman was killed by the dark elf before he hit the ground, its throat slit by the corsairs daft blade. The spearman on his left trust its spear at Klains face, The Corsair dodged but barely, his cheek was split open sending a delicious copper taste into Klain mouth. The one on the right tried the same but the corsair dropped a sword and grabbed the spear. Laughing manically he drove the tip into the left soldiers neck. The right lost all complication and his face sank into horror, a lovely muse Klain thought, The corsair stabbed the shock soldier in the eye only stopping when he hit metal. Pulling the blade out and kicking the twitch body over Klain looked around hoping to find more prey. He could see the burning town well from atop the hill he was on, the Druchii raiders had overwhelmed the defender now and all the surviving villagers were being rounded up as slaves.
Klain felt a growing sense of loss at this, no elf Druchii or Asur should be taken as slave if one was going to die it should be with a weapon in hand or of centuries of age not as slaves in a mine or sacrifice on an alter of Khaine. Those roles should be filled by the lesser races. In the corner of his eye he saw movement in a near by building. With his joy and Vampiric smile renewed he picked up his sword and entered.

The building was full of sculpture and paintings the quality he hadn’t seen even in Naggaroth. The work that caught Klains attention was of an armored elf holding a book in the air with his left hand and a sword pointing to the ground with his right. The statue stood in such a way that it looked like he was reading from the book like some enlightened warrior scholar. Klain sheathed his right sword and ran his hand over the cool stone sword. It was perfectly swooth with out a single blemish of pot mark, The per potions were flawless. The only art work Klain had was the Hydra head tattooed in deep blue on right side of his face. He began to tear up and laugh cry. “My hands could never make something like this. This…This is what the Asur are meant to do. As a Druchii my role should have been a defend of these works that the butcher of its creaters. Oh Khaine why did Ashuryan not choose the Phoenix Kings son Malekith. Who are you warrior scholar?” He then looked at the name and began to laugh. “Of course. Your Caledor the first.” Klain said as he took a step back and bowed. “A fitting visage of the Witch Kings first true enemy. You were the second userper to my lords throne but applauded you for your skill you were a true Druchii.” Klain the heard a rush of footsteps behind him. Spinning around the corsair caught a broken chair leg being used as a club by a Asur woman. With a wicked smile he wrenched the huck of wood away from her hand and tossed it aside. “How dare you compare King Caledor to your kind villan.” The woman said the fire of defiance burning bright in her eyes, which made Klain heart soar with pride. “Villan? Hehehe That’s a little harsh don’t you think? I much rather be called soldier or warrior. It far more fitting in my humble view.” “If your going to Kill me then do it now. If you try to turn me into a slave I’ll bite my tongue off.” “Hohoho! I fine answer if I ever heared one.” Klain said wickly. “But fear not.” He said drawing his right hand sword. The woman closed her eyes and braced for the dark elf’s strike but opened them again when she heard the sound of Metal clacking against stone. Looking down she saw the sword the man had just draw at her feet. As she picked it up Klain said. “Feel free to find its balance. I more then happy to let you warm up if need be.”

The woman attack immediately, the corsair blocked with the side off his sword. “You waste no time! A woman after my heart I see! Hahahaha!” The two fought in what an outsider might think was an elaborate dance, For every swing the was a parry, every step a repose. Klain began to hum through his devilish vampiric smile as the two dance their dance of death. After a minute Klain felt if he humored the woman further he’d be insulting her, So he knocked her blade aside and sank his into her heart. As she fell he moved to ketch her, laying her down softly. “You fought manifestly my dear. May you escape Slannesh embrace.” He said rubbing her face and holding back tears. “Its..almost…funny to…see..a..raider cry….spare the children.” Klains eyes wided with shock. Looking around he saw ten children hiding behind columns and statues. Standing up he called to them. “Little ones please come close I will make sure you don’t become slave.” The young Ashur walked toward the Druchii who opened his arms as if preparing to embrace them. When all where close he cut them down. He sheathed his swords and began to walk out when he turned to look at the statue of Caledor. Turning back covering his hands in the blood of the children he then smeared it on the stone sword. “Now that’s a closer interruption.” He then turned and walked out his laughter filling the hall of art.

By the time he exited the raid had finished and most of the raider had brought there cargo to the ships. As Klain arrived at the his flag ship he was greeted by his first mate Cannous Fellcaller, who had a build closer to an orcs then a elves. “Were ready to leave on you order Captain.” “Good I tire of this place. The air is to warm and the smell of blood is tainted by the local flowers. We leave now.” “Very well sir. Your cheek is cut by the way.” “Hmm. So it is.” The Corsair captain took the helm, drank a healing potion he kept on his belt, and watched with steely eyes as his ship and crew made ready. It took the crew not time at all, but after a century of manning the same ship it was hardly a surprise. As the ship skimmed the coast a call come out from the crows nest. “Captain a lone runner is on an interept course, we should pull away from the shore.” Klain smiled and turned to Cannous. “Stay the course, bring the ship closer if you can risk it. I want to make sure they make the jump.” “I Captain.” Klain walked calmly to his cabin and donned his sea dragon cloak. When he returned to the main deck his corsairs had surrounded a lone swordsman, He weilded a large two handed sword, which Klain was more accustomed seeing a human use, His armor was mirror polished and bore the Symbol of Hoath Lord of Wisdom on the helmet. At first Klain thought he was dealing with a wizard and gritted his teeth. Then he remembered that the wizards had a warrior cult who followed them. By the time he pushed to the front of the circle the Swordsman had killed ten of Klain men, not an easy feat. Cannous was there waiting for Klain halberd in hand. It bothered Klain that Cannous used a Human halberd but in Naggaroth only the Black guard are aloud to use them and Cannous had proven time and again that he had a natural affinity for the weapon. “Shall I take care of this Captain?” Cannous said almost pleading. Klain gave a tooth vampiric smile and shook his head. “Im can’t risk losing the only man I trust. Your skills levels are to close so I’ll handle this.” “Very well but your fool to trust anyone Captain.”

Klain drew both his swords and rushed in for a cross slash. The swordsman reacted quickly and blocked both cuts with the flat of his greatsword. Klain giggled slightly and tried to push the man of balance, but the man went with the push and Klain fell to the deck. The swordsman swung down at Klains neck but the corsair pushed the blade with his sword causing the attack to hit the sea dragon cloak with no effect. Klain began chewing on his lip with excitement. The Druchii captain jumped up and press the attack becoming more and more frenzied with each swing. The Asur swordsman remained cold and disciplined with his attacks. After a minute and a half the Swordsman saw and opening in the battle drunk captains defence. Swinging with all the might he could muster the greatsword impacted with Klains exposed right side. Klain then wrapped his arm around the blade and began beating his fist into the swordsman face over and over until the swordsman fell letting go of his sword. Klain pulled the sword out of his side and through it to the cheering crowd. He then pulled out another potion and began drinking it. While the crazed captain was distracted the swords man removed his helm and tackled Klain to the ground. Sitting upright and holding his helm with both hands he began beating Klains face in with it. After the third hit Klain shot his hand up around the swordsmans throat. Crushing the Asurs air way and picking him up Klain began laughing and said. “Oh I like you. I like you a lot. You ride you anger and I can respect that.” Klain kept squeezing until the swordsman passed out then let him go. The surrounding crew rushed in like carrion birds. “STOP! Don’t any of you touch my prey. I claim this one as my own Slave. Understood?” “But Captain…” came a voice that never got a chance to finish because Cannous had separated the corsairs head from its body. “Anyone else?” Klain said giving his first mate an approving nod.

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Klain circled the chained Asur giggling softly. It had been three days since the fool had made his suicide jump and Klain had grown tired of beating the elf and final had grow bored enough to ask questions. “So my friend do you have a name?” “You are no friend of mine scum.” “Ohohohoh. So you can talk. I was becoming ever so sad with the thought of never hearing you voice.” “More like you wanted to hear my screams. You’ll have to do better the fist Druchii.” “Hmhmhm. You have a wit too. Oh I think were going to be the best of friends.” Klain said patting the prisoner on his head. The chained elf suddenly jerked his head and tried biting Klains hand. The Corsair captain quickly drew his hand back. “You’re an opportunist I see. We so alike.” “We are nothing alike! I don’t butcher children.” Klain walked in front of thr prisoner and knelt down so the two were eye to eye, fire burning in his eyes. “I don’t butcher. I’d never sink that low.” “You Lie Worm. I saw what you did to those children in the art hall! What you did with there blood.” “And what would you have rather of happened? I take them as slave? Their lives cut short under the earth as miners, or cast into the boiling caldrons of blood of Khaine. Or set them free, their childhood stolen by my blades and the flames off war. No what I did was what was asked of me High Elf. I showed them mercy. I ended them as quickly as I could.” The prisoner was shocked but he didn’t show it. “You really think you did the right thing don’t you Butcher? You really think you were in the right?” Klain bit his lip and said. “Of course I do. I did what any true elven soldier would do.” The prisoner began laughing which angered the corsair causing him to strike the Asur. The high elf looked at Klain and spat a mix of blood and flem in his face. “We would never do anything like that. We High Elves are above such barbarity.” Klain wiped the spit from his face and nodded his head. “Like I said before any TRUE elven soldier.” The prisoner tried to move forward but to no avail. He pushed forward with all his might as if his anger and will could brake the chains. “Calm down would you, your making this rather boring. For an Asur you come close to being a True soldier I‘ll give you that.” “Who are the true soldiers? Hm?” “Simple question and a simpler answer. The Druchii. We were the soldiers of the first and only real Phoenix King during war with the daemons and his son during the Civil war and even today.” “So It true Malakith still lives after ten thousand years. I guess Aenarion doomed his hole bloodline to chaos.” Klain stoke the prisoner as hard as he could. “How dare you speak ill King Aenarion! High Elf or Dark Elf, nether has the right to say anything but praise, He scarified everything for our people, for this world. If it wasn’t for him Choas would control everything.” “It was the great mage Caledor who sealed away the daemons not the host of Nagarythe.” Klain balled up his fist but the calmed himself. Smoothing back his hair he said. “You still have to respect Phoenix King Aenarion. But I realize that I haven’t been civil. As your host I should have given my name and rank before asking for yours. I am Klain The Hydra thou it ascspes me why I am called that.” He then smiled widely exposing his fangs and turned his head to show his tatoo. The corsair chuckled but the prisoner glared angrily. “Not much for humor are we. I am Captain of this ship as well as leader of this raiding fleet.” Klain stared at the Asur for a minute before leaning over and whispering in his ear. “This is the part were you tell me who you are.” He then leaded back, smiled again, and waited. After another minute Klain slunked his head down and said as he raised his head “Oh for the love of Khaine I get want your name. Then I’ll leave.” The prisoner sighed. “Fine. I am sword master Albues. I serve Hoeth and his mages.” The Druchii laughed with a brimming smile. “The Lord of wisdom has true warrior, just as Khaine has me. I think we both do our gods proud. Both Light and Dark.” Albues spat on Klains foot. “What do you know of the gods Hydra?” “It may surprise you to hear this but I pay my respects to all our gods, even Asuran. I just choose Khaine as my patron.” Klain then rose and walked to the door. Opening it he said. “Sleep well my fellow Druchii.” Albues pushed against his chains. “I am Not a Druchii you deranged murder.” Closing the door behind him Klain chuckled. “Oh but you are. And were all damned for it.” He then walked away