Delmuir's Necro Concept Fluff Story

[Red]

I staggered to the ground, unable to stand anymore. I wasn't injured-no, not unless it had some kind of way to hurt me without me even knowing. It probably does. But that isn't what dropped me to my knees. I... I...

Oh god, I didn't know I had that much in my stomach. The way my squadmates, my friends were just torn apart... Oh god. Help me.

Pathetic. Weak. Hardly worth my pets' time, let alone my own.

Its mouth didn't even move. Not unless it was laughing-the flesh flaking off in pieces, the jaw clattering in a perversion of true joy, taking its sick, sadistic pleasure in ending life and warping it to its own foul purposes.

I forced myself back to my feet. I am not weak, not pathetic. I am a person and not some monster, and I will die like a person instead of fearing it like the inhuman thing before me.

I raised my eyes last. I knew what was waiting.

The Nuckelavee first. It prowled closest to me, its legs... God, every part of it was wrong. The legs weren't feline, lupine, nothing natural. They had mismatched joints, one front leg with the ordinary one knee but the other one had four, each one sending the leg jerking out at a painful angle. The hind legs didn't end in claws, but in some kind of mandible torn right from a giant spider. Its lower face... No, wrong word. It had no face. It might have started as a smooth expanse of flesh, once, but when I saw it was pitted and scarred, infected and festering. The Nucklelavee didn't even notice. Its horrible, slitted mouth, the one with no lips and had simply torn the skin apart to open never closed, bearing its jagged, sharp teeth. And on top of the whole thing was the worst. The man-no, the humanoid thing-that had once been perched on top had been destroyed by a lucky strike from William. The man used to wield a greatmaul in one hand and a greatsword in the other. I would've called him a bear if that wasn't demeaning to him. Maybe he still does-it had him torn apart at the waist, and attached him to wear the old corpse had been taken off. I saw him accept death then. He laid there, bleeding, and I saw him close his eyes, breathe his last, and accept the knowledge that his time had come. And then when the tendrils of flesh on the Nuckelavee started winding their way into his torso... He screamed. He screamed and screamed and didn't stop until lungs gave out.

I looked past it, but there was more. Past a few of the skeletons and ghouls that had born such terror for me before but were now no more than simple foes was the Bone Giant. I've heard tales that some necromancers made their golems humanoid, but this one hadn't bothered. It was a towering pile of bones, five times as tall as I was at least, without even accounting for it being perched on three spindly legs. The main body was simply an ever-shifting mass of large bones, entire ribcages, dragon bones, bones from real giants, sliding across one another like water, only water doesn't make that horrible, horrible grating sound that starts bad and becomes physically painful after only a few minutes. It was our first warning, and we went to investigate. God, had we only known. But its legs... Its legs were made entirely of humanoid leg bones. I pray they were from halflings, because every last one was too small to be from anything other than a child of any other species. We all thought the legs were the weak point, but when Anna charged them, it triggered its trap. A clawed hand made of arm bones, all the same size as from the legs, wrapped around her and froze her solid, drawing her corpse up and slowing drawing her bones out through her flesh.

I ignored that, looking past to the monster that made all the other monsters. It was surrounded by darkness, tortured, screaming darkness, half a dozen meters wide, covered in faces that all screamed. They weren't under its command-they were its prisoners, forced together into this shield around him, screaming and screaming and begging to be let go, driving us all insane with it. Some of us didn't even move when it let that mass of spirit start screaming, just standing there until they died. Some of them even drew their blades on themselves.

I told myself it didn't matter, none of it mattered. "I will see you dead, necromancer!"

Then look closely, for I already am. It laughed after that. Its ;augh was more terrifying than all its monsters put together. But then, so are you.

"While I still draw breath, I-"

And then it struck. I had seen blood spill from all its monsters, even the skeletons who shouldn't bleed, but I thought nothing of it. I even saw two of its creatures in the back fall dead though no blow had struck them, but I didn't care. I was simply glad at the time. But that was before an ocean of blood rose up before me. It almost had a face on its front as it crashed down on me, but I realize now that it wasn't a true face. It was a single large mouth, full of jagged fangs rippling beneath the blood, and two smaller ones where each eye should've been. It crashed down on me and I could feel it flow into me, into my mouth, my ears, my nose, everywhere. It filled my body, drawing my blood out and crushing my bones, leaving my muscles desicated and my soul... God, I felt my soul drawing into it, flowing through the thin trickle of blood that lead back to the lich and trailed up its leg, and being pressed into the other souls. I was on the surface of the orb that surrounded it. I opened my mouth and screamed.

And I never stopped.

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Pathetic. I would've expected the Sorcerers to have some stronger soldiers, to command the respect of the orcs, but I've never been one to understand the living. Now come, my pets. We have a world to save.

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Got a bit bored with all the crunch, so decided to add in a dab of fluff. Say what you will about the crunch of the superminions but damn do they make scary monsters. And I do so love to write from the perspective of those who you crush beneath your boot without a second thought.

Link back to the crunch that inspired this fluff.

[Planetus]

... Wow, loved it. Especially the Nuckelavee! Yes, that works wonderfully!

[Red]

Thank you. I made sure to spell it right, too, for the story.