FallenCypher: Greetings and salutations, my name is FallenCypher and I’m here to to interview either heros or villains of the WarHammer world. Today I’ll be interviewing Vardek Crom, Herald of Archaon or you may know him better as Crom the Conqueror.
FallenCypher: But before I begin the interview I just want to say thank you to the people of GuildProtal team for letting us in and we are still fixing up the place to our liking.
:: Cypher takes a step forward as a giant bladed pendulum swings perilously close to Cypher’s armored back ::
FallenCypher: Thats a safety precaution and we are also turning this room into an interrogation chamber.
FallenCypher: Anyways, you see our old hosting provider was our first home and… well they got sick and tired of us raiding their headquarters, causing a mess with their databases and one of our members sleeping with all the female employees and all the males wives/girlfriends.
:: The camera pans to a assassin-like character who quickly stands himself upright and waves to the camera while trying to hide his poison coated stiletto behind his back ::
:: Cypher grabs the camera and points in at him ::
FallenCypher: AHEM, without further interruptions lets begin the interview.
:: In walks a heavily armored warrior wielding a tower shield and is holding his sword ::
FallenCypher: Greeting Vardek Crom, can I call you Crom for short?
Vardek Crom: You may as long as you can tell you fellow…. allies to disarm themselves.
FallenCypher: Don’t worry, as long as you don’t poise a threat to me you should not me attacked. Could you wait for just a moment?
:: Cypher walks offstage to yell at the assassin character to back away from his guest then walks back to his seat ::
FallenCypher: Now then, tell us about yourself.
Vardek Crom: I am Vardek Crom, Herald of Archaon Lord of End Times. I command a horde of fearsome warriors that could bring the end to the Emipre and their pathctic allies. I have bested the menacing Grimgor Ironhide at the Worlds Edge Mountains and I will tear off the head of that miserable monster for defeating Archaon.
FallenCypher: I was talking more along the lines of your past.
Vardek Crom: I was born east of the Worlds Edge Mountains and north of the Mountains of Mourn, the Steppes stretch from the civilized lands of men to the Chaos wastes. These vast, rolling plains of grass and tundra are home to the Kurgan, savage tribes of nomadic warriors who spend their lives in battle to prove their might before the Gods. Born into a land constantly riven by warfare, the people of the north must be strong warriors lest they meet an early and brutal end in battle.
Vardek Crom: I am a Kul. A tribe of the Kurgan people, the Kul stake their claim on the lands above the Worlds Edge Mountains and to the east of the Sea of Chaos, from where they launch brutal raids on their neighboring tribes, sometimes traveling as far as Cathay or the Empire in their quest for plunder. I am ambition that burned like fire and a keen warrior’s skill that not even the chieftain could not stop me from being the leader of my tribe on my twentieth year. My cunning and prowess ensured that the Kul rose to great renown, a position built on the backs of slaves, and paid for with a hoard of stolen wealth. Before another ten winters had passed I was one of mightiest kings the Steppes had ever known, :: Crom pauses in remembrance of his old glories :: and it was then that the dreams started.
FallenCypher: What kind of dreams?
Vardek Crom: A world drowning in a tide of Chaos for the glory of the Gods.
FallenCypher: Truly the greatest dream ever.
Vardek Crom: I had also seen a dark figure silhouetted against a red sky, a blade sheathed in golden fire raised above its head.
FallenCypher: I wonder who that could be?
:: Crom glares at Cypher ::
FallenCypher: I’m sorry, please continue.
Vardek Crom: My dreams became ever more vivid, and I became convinced that it was a message from the Gods and a clue to my destiny; but I didn’t know who was this figure? Or even was it my own destiny to claim the world for the Gods, or was there another, even mightier than me? I was obsessed with the meaning of the dreams, I spoke with the sorcerers of my tribe but when they could not provide me with answers.
FallenCypher: Most likely you didn’t approve with their lack of answer?
Vardek Crom: I slaughtered them.
FallenCypher: Well, remind me not to get on your bad side then.
Vardek Crom: Soon news came to me of a company of armored knights marching over my lands uninvited, I was furious. I was outraged by the slight to my sovereignty.
FallenCypher: No doubt your dreams didn’t help you either.
Vardek Crom: Indeed, so I immediately rode forth to challenge the intruders. Catching sight of the knights across the sweeping plains I bellowed challenges at them until eventually their dark leader raised a hand, stopping my riders and turning them back.
FallenCypher: Cowards.
Vardek Crom: The knights spurred towards me, and I found myself encircled. I was outnumbered many times over, but I did not back down and demanded to know who dared cross my lands without my permission. The leader of the knights replied simply that his name was Archaon, and he sought the six treasures of Chaos. As far as I was concerned, for Archaon to make such a statement as this was the ultimate blasphemy. Drawing my sword I challenged Archaon to single combat and to prove that he was indeed the chosen of the Gods.
FallenCypher: And he dismounted himself and fought you?
Vardek Crom: No.
FallenCypher: No? Then what did he do?
Vardek Crom: Archaon’s shoulders shook slightly with silent laughter and gestured to one of his riders. Seemingly unhindered by the great weight of amour upon his back, the knight leapt down from his horse and charged at me. I simply grinned, and in a single motion battered the warrior’s sword aside before backswinging his blade, severing the man’s head. Crying out in triumph I demanded once more that Archaon face me.
FallenCypher: And then he dismount himself and fought you.
Vardek Crom: No once more.
FallenCypher: What!? And were sure we are talking about Archaon Lord of End Times?
Vardek Crom: He wasn’t the Lord of End Times when he walked on my lands unannounced.
FallenCypher: Well then what did he do?
Vardek Crom: Archaon said nothing, but gestured again. Another of the armored warriors stepped forward; and again I cut him down with ease. A dozen times more Archaon sent forth his champions, and each time I proved victorious, the blood of the knights spilt upon the barren Steppes. I was in a fury, demanding to know why Archaon refused to fight, when the huge knight finally dismounted. Sensing that this was to be a fight worthy of my skills, I did not allow the knight to even draw his blade before rushing headlong towards him, my sword swinging in vicious arcs.
FallenCypher: Finally, I bet your fight was a most vicious?
Vardek Crom: Quite, at first the dark knight gave ground before the me, beating aside the ferocious attacks with his shield, seemingly unable to draw his own weapon in the face of such skill and ferocity. I pressed on, believing that I had the measure of my foe, but as Archaon reached the ring of knights, he gave ground no further and with a single sweep of his shield swept the blade from me hand. Without pause, I flung himself weaponless at my foe but as fast as he was, Archaon was faster, his right hand closing in a vice-like grip about my throat. As he lifted me high off the ground, Archaon abandoned his shield and drew his sword, the blade easing from the scabbard.
Vardek Crom: Struck with awe, I instantly stopped my struggles, for the blade shone with a golden flame that danced across runes inscribed so finely as to be barely readable. The serrated edge of the sword seemed to move and flow even as he watched, and a faint moaning emanated from the desperate struggles of an imprisoned daemon. Still holding me at arm’s length, Archaon told him of the quest for the treasures. The Sword he possessed already, and the Eye and the Mark. Still he needed the Steed, the Armour and the Crown. I had been tested and found to be a mighty warrior; Archaon bade me to accompany him for the remainder of his journey. I realized that Archaon could truly be the figure from my dreams, the chosen of the Gods and of the prophecy – he who would bring about the Storm of Chaos. The Gods could not have given me a greater honor and, leaving my people, I joined Archaon’s band, the Swords of Chaos, and my tale passed into the myths of the Kul. Over the decades spanned by that epic quest, my fervor and belief in Archaon grew ever stronger. Soon I became the most loyal and devoted of my Lord’s companions, traveling far and wide in my lord’s name – a herald for the Lord of the End Times.
FallenCypher: And you are still the herald of the Lord of End Times. Now lets skip ahead to the time where you earned the title, Crom the Conqueror.
Vardek Crom: Well I earned the title of Crom the Conqueror by…. conquering massive amounts of land for the Dark Gods during the campaign against the Empire. Would you not prefer to hear the tale of how I defeated Grimgor Ironhide?
FallenCypher: I would be honored.
Vardek Crom: When my army was crossing over the Worlds Edge Mountains to where we could flank the Empire word of a green daemon slaughtering my men infuriated me. So I marched my forces to see if this “Green Daemon” can stand against my might. I sent my warriors in first to see if I can overwhelm this “Green Daemon” but this daemon had his own army of orks and he has proven to be a formidable foe.
FallenCypher: So you most likely challenged Grimgor?
Vardek Crom: I had to hack and slash my way to him but yes, I challenged him to a duel. With a mighty shout and crushing force I barreled into Grimgor, the impetus of my charge and the force of impact sending the monster’s awesome bulk reeling. Seeing my advantage I continued to press my foe, swinging my ax with incredible speed in whirling arcs. Grimgor was hard-pressed to deflect the blows, with only the swiftness granted him by his magical axe Gitsnik enabling him to counter the berserk attacks of me. As Grimgor was forced back against the wreckage of a chariot he desperately parried the sweep of my weapon, knocking my blade aside with a ringing blow. With me momentarily vulnerable the Black Orc launched himself into me, swinging his blade in broad arcs, his ferocious assault driving me backwards.
FallenCypher: What did you do?
Vardek Crom: I fought back. Our epic duel continued for hours. Neither me or Grimgor could get the better of the other, our skills perfectly matched. For every blow there was a parry, every time one of us seemed spent they would find new reserves of determination and continue the duel. Both me and Grimgor were completely consumed by our own conflict, unaware of the battle unfolding around us. Even as the Orcs broke and turned to flee, the duel continued, neither of us willing to admit defeat. Blow after blow rang out, stroke after stroke was exchanged. Both of us was utterly exhausted but convinced that they would prevail over our opponent.
Vardek Crom: Only as the last blood-red rays of the sun dipped down behind the Worlds Edge Mountains did we pull apart, our muscles drained and blood flowing from scores of wounds. For a long moment we stood, our breath frosting the air, we each regarding the other with a grudging respect. Slowly, I shook my head. I put up my ax and took a step back. Grimgor bellowed with rage at the insult. His jaw clenched, and seething with resentment, Grimgor stared balefully at me and the ranks of my victorious followers. Then, slowly, and staring at any who dared look him in the eye, he turned to join his fleeing troops.
FallenCypher: A victory well earned.
Vardek Crom: Indeed, but It has only set up the fall of my lord in then end.
FallenCypher: You couldn’t have know that would of happened.
Vardek Crom: You are right and I swear vengeance against that loathsome beast.
FallenCypher: I would too if my leader was defeated that way.
:: Looks over to a proud Witch Elf ::
Vardek Crom: Is there anything else you want to ask me before I leave?
FallenCypher: Not at all.
:: From offstage Harilor yells to Cypher “Hey, we got another guy that wants to be interviewed.” ::
FallenCypher: Wee could you stick around to meet this mysterious person that I guess will interview now?
Vardek Crom: I will
:: Cypher yell “Bring him in!” to Harilor ::
:: In walks a humongous hulking green monster wearing thick heavy plate armor while wielding a huge twin bladed axe in one hand and a human head in his other hand ::
:: Crom turns to face this new guess only to quickly drawing his sword and axe from their scabbard ready to rip into Crom’s enemy ::
FallenCypher: OOOOHH SHI-
:: Before Cypher can finish what he was going to say both warriors charge into each other to begin their next epic duel ::
Vardek Crom: I’LL KILL YOU!!
Grimgor Ironhide: WAAAAAAAGH!!!
FallenCypher: Ummmm, before I die and our new home gets torn to pieces, I think thats all the time we have here. Join us next time when I interview someone who doesn’t have a mortal enemy. Most likely someone form the Empire.
FallenCypher: Until next time I’m FallenCypher.
:: While the camera starts to fade to black you can hear Cypher screaming at Harilor for bringing Grimgor for him to interview while Crom is still in the same room ::
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