Clan Fur
19-05-2005, 00:47
Shuvit was sweating, knowing the results of what his actions could bring. If his attempt failed he and his family would essentialy be erased from all of their glorious existance in Clan Fur.
From the Nomadic Peoples, Dominion and scending to the Wardom of CLan Fur, Shuvits bloodline was traced thoughout its history, in every campain his house exelled and now he was the head of the plot to remove the khan.
The unit under his command, the Khan's very own honor guard, in full traditional exicutioner uniform stood at his sides. Knowing this would be the last time he could wear it and holding the same meaning, it was already basterdized with patterns from his bloodlines history, eatching the pure coal gray, with silver and gold threads.
Even in the cold mist of the ,orning he and most of his mean were sweating furiously, scaling walls, killing lookouts and guards without a sound. Outside the Khan's chamber he saw loyalist. The empty nothingness was shattered as both sides let out their most primal of warcries. The first of the loyalist were cut down with such ease that Shuvit and his men were insulted. The next loyalist offered accual resistance wich the Rat Executioners Relished, the smell of blood and body heat wurled them into a frenzy, before they knew it the they had killed loyalist guards with the finest automatic weapons Clan Fur had to offer, with only ceramonial, but practical, Death Staves.
The Khan in all his armor was quaking in the coner of his chamber, looked at Shuvit and stared at him on the most personal of levels... "Why? I Am YOUR Khan!" he began a pathetic sob."
"YOU are not My Khan. You Are Weak and have braught shame to our empire, an alliance with the UN Political Body!?" Shuvit spat. "No more, just becuase you are Khan does not make every dessicion you make right."
"What will make your rule any diffrent then?"
"Becuase Rats are smarter then Bulls. But only Loyalist will be expelled, any of your House Bull are more then welcome to stay. Such is the way of our empire that the ritious, pius and stonger are meant to exell above all others, and that we shall inherit the earth!'
With those words echoing in Khan Bull's ears, Shuvit Rat, effortlessly and cleanly severed his head. "The Military runs the Clan! Such is the way of our people. Now We can finaly break out the Spitz! Too long has it been since we pirged weakness with wooden spikes. House Spitz will indulge themselves!"
At the end of his speach, Shuvit realised that all over the empire peiple in their thousands were dying and running roitus... restoring order would be only bloodier...
From the Nomadic Peoples, Dominion and scending to the Wardom of CLan Fur, Shuvits bloodline was traced thoughout its history, in every campain his house exelled and now he was the head of the plot to remove the khan.
The unit under his command, the Khan's very own honor guard, in full traditional exicutioner uniform stood at his sides. Knowing this would be the last time he could wear it and holding the same meaning, it was already basterdized with patterns from his bloodlines history, eatching the pure coal gray, with silver and gold threads.
Even in the cold mist of the ,orning he and most of his mean were sweating furiously, scaling walls, killing lookouts and guards without a sound. Outside the Khan's chamber he saw loyalist. The empty nothingness was shattered as both sides let out their most primal of warcries. The first of the loyalist were cut down with such ease that Shuvit and his men were insulted. The next loyalist offered accual resistance wich the Rat Executioners Relished, the smell of blood and body heat wurled them into a frenzy, before they knew it the they had killed loyalist guards with the finest automatic weapons Clan Fur had to offer, with only ceramonial, but practical, Death Staves.
The Khan in all his armor was quaking in the coner of his chamber, looked at Shuvit and stared at him on the most personal of levels... "Why? I Am YOUR Khan!" he began a pathetic sob."
"YOU are not My Khan. You Are Weak and have braught shame to our empire, an alliance with the UN Political Body!?" Shuvit spat. "No more, just becuase you are Khan does not make every dessicion you make right."
"What will make your rule any diffrent then?"
"Becuase Rats are smarter then Bulls. But only Loyalist will be expelled, any of your House Bull are more then welcome to stay. Such is the way of our empire that the ritious, pius and stonger are meant to exell above all others, and that we shall inherit the earth!'
With those words echoing in Khan Bull's ears, Shuvit Rat, effortlessly and cleanly severed his head. "The Military runs the Clan! Such is the way of our people. Now We can finaly break out the Spitz! Too long has it been since we pirged weakness with wooden spikes. House Spitz will indulge themselves!"
At the end of his speach, Shuvit realised that all over the empire peiple in their thousands were dying and running roitus... restoring order would be only bloodier...