Festermould beamed as he gazed across the innumerable host of gribbly creatures gathered in front of him. Already his vanguard had crossed the rift and were preparing to widen the portal into Ulthuan. The invasion had begun!
The pitter-patter of impossibly quick feet cut across his pox-filled visions of grandeur and Festermould frowned irritably. As he turned a baleful glare to the unwelcome interruption, a sultry voice that slid across his mind like the claws of a vulture addressed him.
"Ahhh, a party, Grs'fkntrghrakshah? And in Ulthuan, no less?"
Festermould bristled at the undisguised insolence. Still, the Eye of Slannesh was the eminent emissary of Slannesh, and in the Great Game, one could not afford to offend anyone under the auspices of a greater power.
"Do not worry yourself overmuch. My master sends me to assist your cause , O corpulent one," the slithering voice continued. "Send me where I am needed, and I will aid you to the best of my abilities."
Festermould bit off a retort as a thought struck him. A slow grin spread across his face as he pointed his bloated finger to the sliver of the portal that the vanguard had just passed through.
The Eye of Slannesh barely nodded and sped off towards the gleaming yellow light. Festermould watched him as he quickly became but a speck in the distance. This one would need watching, he mused...
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1500 points
High Elves vs Daemons
Campaign Game 1
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