Thommy H:
It’s just a Hellcannon.
Revlid:
It's just a Hellcannon.With two daemons in it, rather than one, and a special character Engineer, which is exactly what it is in my rules.
Thommy H
Filipicusius:
Wo says a hellcannon can’t have two daemons? Besides, they are twin daemons, maybey there is a special bond between them? It also may vary from canon to canon.
Kera foehunter:
i bet that some thing twin deamons not just to deamons
Sargoth The Enslaver:
Ok I love this so I have too get Knight Of The Relm,but come on a CD in Bretonnia?! How is that even happin?!
Border Reiver:
Ok I love this so I have too get Knight Of The Relm,but come on a CD in Bretonnia?! How is that even happin?!Walking - an ancient mode of transportation perfected by our ancestors in ages past.;)
Sargoth The Enslaver
Ancient History:
I still swear that somewhere I read a short story where a Brettonian Knight and a Bull Centaur engaged in a joust. I just can’t remember where I read it.
Baggronor:
Ok I love this so I have too get Knight Of The Relm,but come on a CD in Bretonnia?! How is that even happin?!He is accompanying a Norse raiding force. And not very happily either.
It's just a Hellcannon.Considering what it does to Castle Lyonesse, its a pretty damn big one :)
I thought the book was pretty good meself. Its hardly Milton, but it does what it does very well, which is to provide fast, easy reading. Perfect for my commute anyway :) The ending is not what I expected either, in a good way. Much better than Malekith was, at any rate :~
Hashut’s Blessing:
I know that none of the stuff BL produces is official canon, but I like the reference to the bio-engineering of black orcs and the referencing to obsidian runes helping with the binding and, particularly, the use of masks as a lower caste to the big hats (not because I prefer big hats, just big hats make more sense for a higher class, being more grandiose and making a “bigger” and bigger statement). Very good notions, in other words.
Now to hope it comes into official fluff canon, but I;d rather not hold my breath 
Loki:
Sorry for my lack of up dates on this i have been stuck at a course with no net connection for the last week i have now finished the book and here is some more cd goodness there is more to follow but it takes me time to type it all up and i see that Baggronor has read it as well i think it i a awesome book and i agree wiht you on all points 
Enjoy :hat off
Calard focused his gaze upon their target, squinting towards the infernal war machine that was smashing apart castle lyonesse with its telentless barrage. Hulking, ape-like creatures attached to each other by chain could be seen hard at work around the machine, being whipped by squat, barrel-chested figures, but he paided them little thought, his eyes widening as he looked upon the hulking metal construction.
It was partially obscured by steam and acrid black smoke exhaled by the hellish machine as it were alive and breathing. It was something akin to the cannons of the empire that Dieter had described to him, but he had never imagined on to be this size. Its huge barrel must have been twenty feet in diameter, and it squatted upon huge brass wheels. Glowing runes were engraved upon it brazen body, and Calard felt his eyes sting just looking upon them. The bulk of the creation shuddered, swelled and contracted, as if its hide was organic, not unliving bronze and black iron. Curiously, the machine was staked down, with giant chains hooked to its form and hammered in to the ground, as if it were a wild beast its captors feared and not an inanimate cannon.
The image of the war machine seemed to shimmer as if in a heat haze, and he saw the squat figures tending it shovelling in what looked like body parts and coal into a gaping metal funnel upon its back.
He realised that the slave creatures were orcs, though they were larger and darker skinned than the ones he had fought in Bordelaux. Their heads hung low beneath their massive shoulders, and their flesh was covered in scars and burns. They cringed as their squat captors whipped them, each lash of the barded leather lengths flaying skin from muscle.
None of them registered the Bretonnians�?T presence until them where almost upon them , so intent were they on their work. A hulking orc worker looked up at the knights baring down on them as it dragged a frozen corpse up from one of the pits, and it blinked at them dumbly with beady red eyes.
Then the creature bellowed its massive tusked jaw opening wide and its comrades lifted their heavy heads towards the knights.
Calard saw what he presumed to be the leader of the war machine�?Ts crew swing towards them, and growl something in a strange, grating tongue. The creature - it was certainly not a humen, but neither was it a green skin - was a stunted thing, wearing a outlandish high helm and clad from head to toe in heavy plates of overlapping armour. Its broad chest was covered by a thick black beard tied into tight coils, and stubby tusks protruded from its mouth.
It shouted something in its strange deeply resonant lanuage, and the black-skinned orc slaves were whipped into the path of the Bretonnians. The slaves needed no encouragement, scrambling out of the grave pit, hefting their tools and launching them selves towards the knights.
The slave master its self lifted a weapon from a stand at its side. The weapon vaguely resembled Dieter�?Ts repeater handgun, but where the Empire ambassador�?Ts weapon had five thin barrels, this arcane construction had just one barrel, though it was flaring and wide at the end.
Calard saw the dwarf slave master heft his heavy weapon to its shoulder, and he gave a shout warning.
There was a tremendous boom, and fire billowed from the widely flared barrel of the blunderbuss, A swath of death ripped through the Bretonnians and four knights were killed instantly, flesh and armour shredded.
There was a sound like some infernal giant beast sucking in a great intake of breath, making the air reverberate, and then the war machine fired again, sending a roaring fireball skyward. At this range, the heat was nigh on unbearable, and Calard�?Ts vision wavered before him.
Reolus galloped hard, steering them towards the snarling, stunted dwarf slave master. The heavily armoured creature had discarded its blunderbuss in favour of a heavy axe, its blade gleaming black obsidian. Its companions had joined it now, hefting heavy spiked tools in their thick, gloved hands.
Each of the dwarfs was no more than four foot high, but built like oxen. Each had a thick beard that fell down over their leather and iron aprons and their arms were almost as thick as their bodies.
Behind them the immense enemy war machine lurched, seemingly moving under its own impetus, and Calard recoiled in the saddle as he saw clawed legs of living bronze at the front of the war machines carriage ripping up the ground as they dragged its weight around to face the knights.
Choking black smoke was exhaled from the barrel of the infernal machine, and Calard saw the entire thing writhe as it turned, metal flexing like living flesh. Daemonic faces appeared in the brazen sides of the giant weapon, pressing outwards from within, snarling and hissing. He saw that the rim of the gaping barrel was lined with tusks and fangs. The inside of the barrel was lined with concentric circles of teeth, thousands of them and volcanic fire raged deep within, making Calards eyes water and his armour heat up unbearably.
The barrel snapped shut as the living war machine lunged forward, straining like a wild bull at its restraints. Hellish runes glowed white hot as it pulled against the chains.
The steeds of the knights, as well trained as they were, refused to continue the charge towards the infernal daemon engine, baulking and fighting against their riders. The knightly formation fractured, some horses rearing and bucking while others came to a dead halt. Others swung to the side, flattening their ears and galloping at full speed, while some tried to throw their riders.
Calards steed reared pulling against him, and he fought to regain control.
The dwarfen slavemaster stepped forward and hacked his obsidian axe into the chest of one of the bolting horse, and it screamed in a disturbingly human manner as it collapsed to the ground, throwing its rider. The knight was instantly set upon by a pair of brutish black orcs, who slammed his head into a rock crumpling his helmet like paper with a sickly, metallic squeal.
Only Reolus continued the charge, and he cut down two of the chaos dwarfs with slashes of his blade. The immense daemon engine ripped free of several of its chains, tearing the links apart in its fury, and it lurched towards Reolus, brazen fore-claws ripping up great sods of earth in its eagerness.
Calard cried out as the immense, sentient engine lunged for the grail knight. With masterful control, Reolus forced his steed to back up and the huge maw of the hellish cannon snapped shut just feet in front of him. He drove his silver lance into the machine, and smoke rose from where its point entered the beast, as if it were a heated poker being plunged into water.
Reolus ripped his lance free as the daemon engine thrashing in pain or anger, and red fire spouted from the puncture wound.
The grail knight was seated defiantly in the saddle before the immense daemon engine, a glowing aura surrounding him. Calard shouted in denial as the machine belched volcanic red fire towards the grail knight.
Reolus was completely hidden from view , lost within the hazy inferno that consumed him, and calard pushed himself to his feet. The blade of Garamont was in his hand and bellowing in outrage, horror and despair, he charged towards the hell cannon.
The dwarf slave master was suddenly before him snarling hatefully as it swung its black-bladed axe in a murderous arc. Calard managed to get his shield in the path of the blow, but the axe sheared through it, knocking Calard to the side but saving him from harm. He slashed with his own blade, but the dwarf turned it aside easily. This was a foe of considerable skill, Calard realised.
The hellfire spewed from the maw of the daemon engine ceased, and the young lord of Garamont risked a quick glance towards Reolus, expecting to see nothing but a charred corpse. Miraculously, the grail knight appeared unharmed, sat aback his night black steed, and the aura around him glowed almost painfully bright. The chaos dwarfs axe almost took off one of Calards legs as he gaped at the holy knight, but he managed to step back at the last second, though the axe grazed his armour cutting through it with contemptuous ease. The glow around Relous began to fade, and he urged his steed towards the giant hell cannon , brandishing his weapons. The infernal daemon engine snapped at him, but he ducked beneath its gaping maw and drove his blade into the side, tearing a gaping rent in it as he rode by.
The machine thrashed and flames the colour of blood roared from within its body.
It rounded on the grail knight, clockwork wheels grinded and the bronze forelimbs scrabbling and dozens o reaching talons extended from the machines sides, grabbing for him. He evaded their grasp with ease severing several of them with cuts of his blade. They fell to the ground, hunks of lifeless, inert metal, the life infusing them gone, and he plunged his lance into the beast again.
It was clearly in pain now, and the runes binding it blazed with heat. Another slash of his sword carved through one of the binding hoops of iron that ringed the engines barrel and its rune disappeared with a hiss.
Pegasus knights suddenly descended from the low clouds. A lance sliced towards the dwarf that Calard was frantically defending against, and the stunted creature swatted the weapon aside with a sweep of his axe.
Laudethaire himself swooped down low and struck the hell cannon with his own blade. It did little real harm his sword merely ringing off its barrel with a hollow metallic ring, but it distracted the daemon engine which swung at him, jaw snapping. That was all the opening that Reolus needed, and he leapt from his saddle driving the sword down into the hell cannon like a dagger, using both hands to push it home.
Again the metal hide of the beast parted like yielding flesh beneath his sword, tearing a gaping hole in its side. The grail knight leapt backwards as lava and red fire spewed from the horrendous wound. The runes binding the daemon hissed and disappeared, and the entire engine began to melt beneath the heat contained within it. Its metal-cogged wheels began to sag, and its brazen forelimbs dripping like syrup.
Calard saw the surge of rage in the dwarf slave masters eye and he smiled.
Then there was a primal scream of victory as the daemon that had been bound within the machine were released from imprisonment. For a second Calard saw their true form, standing amidst the fiery destruction of their hell cannon prison. They were black-skinned creatures three times the height of a man, with shadowy bat-like wings extending from their shoulders. Fire burnt in the cluster of eyes set into their foreheads, but their screams of victory turned to one of outrage and fury as their bodies began to turn to smoke. With a final bellow of pure hatred that echoed for a hundred miles in every direction, the daemons were sent roaring back to the infernal plane from whence they had come as the material form that had bound them to the real world was destroyed.
Hope to get th next section typd up over the weekend so more to come soon
Kera foehunter:
thanks this is cool thanks LOki
Loki:
as all ways a pleasure Kera i will get the next bit done soon
Hashut’s Blessing:
No, Chaos Dwarfs do not lose. This story sucks
Good to see some description of the daemons and how the machine reacts to damage and the like.
Kera foehunter:
settle down hb !!kera gives him a cake