#sickleblade

[roseselfships]

i shouldve made the announcement here like fifty million years ago but i forgot; i remade my main blog and its now @sickleblade. anyone who i was mutuals with and wants to refollow please cuz i can't remember everyone and i need to refollow self-ship blogs

[badlypainted23]

Sickleblade is done, 4 more to go!

Hedonite are really fun to paint, I'm not use to painting skin tones so any tips would be great

[serpentofslaanesh]

Okay so, lore query (I know this is Age of Sigmar but still).

Blissbarb Seekers and Sickleblade Seekers ride Exalted Steeds of Slaanesh, which clearly aren't actual Steeds - they have raptor mouths and sickle claws, and unlike Hellstriders (Marauders on traditional Steeds who are bound to their mounts and can never dismount) its never stated these guys can't.

So are we thinking they're a different species of Steed? Or their own thing?

[megaknife]

What would you name these? 🔥

[vape-inculta]

since u were there u already know whats up but i want all ur followers to know i almost shot victor because he scared me

im only posting this so they can call you out for almost shooting my robot boyfriend

[vintagedecoraddict]

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[hollisofficial]

🐈 meow! dont forget to meditate!

🐈 meow! dont forget to meditate!

[goolfriend-moving]

*helium voice* excuse me ewe *puberty hit* bikini inspecter B)

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[1aurel]

archie fr the name thing?

warmth, grass, rabbits, anchors

[tethydoros]

[fictionkinfessionsarchived]

me, seeing all the pmd kins: HI!! im a noncanon magnezone and a noncanon vaporeon named drift and i love all of u! i miss u guys ;w; [ #sickleblade ]

[yigaapologist-moved]

sickleblade > yigaapologist

[carbonatedjem]

I’m not going to be outdone in being a friend-ness, go check out @sickleblade Do it or I’ll put salt on your shins.

[serpentofslaanesh]

Krydel: Lyss please I have enough Blissbarb Seekers, Sickleblades and Hellstriders in my army-

Lyss, laughing as she stuffs like twenty more of his Marauders through a portal to go find Steeds in Slaanesh's realm: The fuck you do, I want more you ignorant slut

[ithaerielbrenagh]

Recollections: Rise and Rise Again, Until Lions Become Lambs! (Time period: Year One of the Cataclysm. Date: Day Two: Resisting the Forsaken Invasion of Gilneas.)

“Form ranks! Don’t let those rotting bastards get behind us!”

I swear shaking my head, the medicine appeared to be taking enough of effect where words were beginning to make more sense.  The roar of volley upon volley of musket-fire blazing over the sound of inhuman grunts.  What...what in the Fel is...

“Brenagh Glad you could join the party.  Are you calm enough to take orders?”

That voice, familiar yet...gods above why is it so hard to think.

“Brenagh?  Brenagh are you with us?”

My head snapped up to find likely the strangest sight I’ve ever seen in my life, Prince Liam Greymane, stripped to the waist, hair worn loose leading the common man, a flintlock in one hand, a broken bottle in the other.  Holding the line.  I recall thinking to myself.  This is a king I could serve, a man I would die for.  Liam, who objected to my families imprisonment.  Liam, who and sent me the means to return to Gilneas.  Liam, the man who knew we were stronger together than divided.  Liam, the only noble I’d ever met other than Crowley, who actively disdained and openly condemned the nobility of Gilneas for leading the country into a civil war.

My eyes started to clear, becoming sharper, more distinct.  I sniffed the air, gunpowder.  From the smell of it, they’d been trying to hold the defenses for the last hour or so.  Leave it to Gilneans to resort to riflemen to hold a line rather than warriors to press an attack.  Still, it appeared to be working...at least that was something.

“My Prince?”

“Brenagh, we’ve a bit of a problem...”

The thunderous sound of a flintlock going off and a Forsaken falling dead a scant few feet away.  I’d give Liam this, he was a good shot.  Not as quick as James, not as accurate as Bon, or well planned as Dom, but he got the job done.

“And that would be my Prince?”

“Those.”

My gaze followed the direction he pointed at.  Oh...Light of the Allfather preserve us all...

Abominations.

Now for those of you who’ve never seen or heard of an Abomination, allow me to elaborate.  

*Abstract from the Bestiary of Clan Brenagh:

Abominations are large created creatures, similar to flesh golems. Mutilated bodies and limbs from many creatures combine into a single twisted, hideous form. A viscous trail of blood leaks from it with each laborious step, and the ripe decay of the slaughterhouse wafts from its body. These magically created automatons are incredibly powerful, possessing (literally) the strength of ten human men. Constructing one requires a great understanding of necromancy and science and the capacity to both animate undead and cause magical healing to living flesh. They are difficult to create, but once made they are fanatically loyal servants and tremendously powerful warriors.

The twisted, mutilated bodies of abominations are comprised of multiple dead limbs and body parts from various corpses. These enormous warriors love to carve flesh and tear apart their enemies. They carry large cleavers into combat and wield various sicklebladed hooks on their disproportionate limbs. The animating force of an abomination is a blasphemous conglomeration of the souls incorporated into the corpses that make up the abomination’s unliving flesh. This creature is a singular entity with a united soul and, because of this unique makeup, is considered both an undead creature and a construct. It is certain that the abomination remembers nothing concrete of its previous lives, although snatches of memory occasionally plague the beast at times of great stress or unusual pressure.

They are slow of body and mind, but tough and strong — excellent troops for the Scourge and the Forsaken. Disease spreads about them in visible clouds, but their enchantments ensure that, while they rot, they remain horribly alive. Abominations are some of the most powerful undead creatures in Azeroth. The Forsaken use them to guard Undercity and the Scourge employs them in a similar role. While not speedy, they are excellent at staying in one area and pounding anyone who gets close. Abominations understand Common and speak it…sort of.

Abominations are fearless, tenacious, and resilient, capable of pressing their advantage in combat for hours at a time without growing weary or weak. Their strength and ability are based on their unusual construction — they truly are more powerful than ten ordinary human men. Although mostly mindless creatures, they do occasionally show a flash of insight, modifying their orders to be more advantageous (such as attacking the most powerful opponent first when commanded into a battle). They are not particularly intelligent in most cases, however, and relying on an abomination’s sense of tactics is an exceptionally poor idea. Abominations’ dim brains don’t allow much room for tactics. They follow their master’s orders, trundling to where they are supposed to trundle and then hacking and ripping until their opponents are no longer recognizable.

The twisted, mutilated bodies of the abominations are comprised of multiple dead limbs and body parts from many different corpses. These enormous warriors, scarred by loose stitching and putrid, open sores, love to carve flesh and tear their enemies apart. The slow-moving and dull-witted abominations constantly drip blood and smell like disease-ridden slaughterhouses. They carry large cleavers into combat and wield various sickle-bladed hooks on their disproportionate limbs.

((* http://wowwiki.wikia.com/wiki/Abomination Yes, yes I know this is not considered a canonical website but the description is far to lovely to pass up)) 

Returning to the Problem at Hand

“Abominations...I assume this is why you’ve keep the men firing volley shots at these...things...”

“We didn’t have much time to prepare for this.”

“Your thoughts my Prince?”

“Brenagh how fast would you say you are?”

“My Prince?”

“I should think the changes would have increased your speed.  How fast do you believe yourself to be, if you went at a dead run?”

“Liam I’ve just regained my mind from whatever dark door it was behind.  How the Fel should I know how fast I can move!?!”

“You’ve not even tried to explore what you can do now?”

“I’ve not even had time to garb myself.  By Blessed Odyn above man I’ve not even been allowed a weapon.  They’ve me dressed in feckin rags.”

“Well you did say you just woke up.”

I sigh and motion for whatever the men have on hand.

“You plan, to charge an Abomination...in your knickers, with a claymore...”

“Have you a better idea?”

“Well no but...”

“And I don’t plan to charge the Abominations....”

“Then what’s the sword for?”

I point over to the Forsaken guards near a few cases of black powder.

“Them.  Way I see it, kill the guards, take the barrels...”

“Toss the barrels at the Abominations.”

“Bewm.”

“Bewm indeed Master Brenagh...Bewm indeed.”

“I’ll need more men...by that I mean...”

“A regiment of...”

“Of my kind Liam, I want you to place a fourth under Bonshi and a fourth under Dom.  Between the two of them and any crack shots you assign them I’m fairly certain we can hit them from any angle.”

“What of the remaining force.”

“That’s simple.  James will take his men to harry the guards.  Mine will help retrieve and the casts and set about to ensuring Bon and Dom’s forces will have some rather...prime, targets.”

“Light go with you Brenagh.”

[vape-inculta]

fallout new 🅱️egas

and the main character! 🅱️ourier 🅱️ix!