Here is my first ever attempt at an omake. I am writing from my phone so please bear with me. I hope the Ranald option wins but I am still imagining what the ground the energies will look like. So, Eree wee goahh!!
You are Mathilde Weber, magister of the Grey Order, faithful of Ranald and at this moment scared to your very bones.
Its interesting where your mind goes when faced with challenges that may potentially define you forever more. Good old Marcus said it best when he was teaching you that sometimes when fights become particularly hard your sword becomes you and you become the sword. The world becomes constricted and all that is left is the edge of your sword and the openings of your enemy. Your perception of time slows down until you can count every breath and heartbeat and your vision becomes a tunnel that can only accomodate you and the oponent.
Granted Marcus was probably talking about the many physical manifestations of the enemies of Order be they Orc, Beastmen, Undead or Chaos not the currently unaligned rapidly deteriorating massive divine energies of two supreme Orc Gods. Apparently the principles stay the same though.
The fight you are currently in is the hardest you have ever been in. There is no longer room for thought or contemplation just the awakening of razor sharp instincts instilled to you by the Grey Order and you former master. The accumulation of thousands of hours grounding the many spells you master threw at you, from petty tricks to greater shadow spells. So you take your sword to do battle once more and stab into the ground with all the strength that you can muster and ground the malovelent and utterly foreign energies as deep as you can.
It is not enough, they fluctuate and resist your efforts with only a minuscule amount going underground. They came into reality by divine will and they instictivily shy away from your grasp. You are not a part of them, you are not a Chosen Shaman, you are not even an orc, they will not obey you. They are wrong.
The wind of Ulgu leaps from your very shadow with myriad tendrils that you can see only with your Sight but feel deep in your soul. It answers your call faster than a devoted mother her crying child and in that moment you see a chance at victory. Even if you grasp the divine energies with your unwaivering will and shadows they will still resist for a short time, time that you are absolutely sure that you do not have. So in a fit of inspiration you use you gift in the way it was made for. To Deceive. Your shadow tendrils take on a greenish hue and forcefully grasp the enemy. There can be no escape, they answer to you now and your command is for them to go DEEP!!!!!!
It is not enough......
There is too much. Too much to control, too much to channel, too much to comprehend. The peak is fully saturated in its entirety, you have a vague awareness of it in its totality but only half of the energies have become one with ancient dwarf stone. The other half is decaying quickly, too quickly for you to chanell into the ground. So you pray to your God and take the biggest gamble of you life.
You cast a spell, using the divine energies of Orc Gods.
You keep it as simple as you can, no need for further dificulties for the greatest casting of your life. Sleep is a spell you have not used that much but through intense study you are confident that this choice has the least potential for cataclysmic effects.
Step 1 cast Sleep by using your Ulgu tendrils to shape the Waghhh! energies.
Step 2 use the already present and grounded half that permeates the peak for maximum efficiency and less likely catastrophic results by unloading part of the spell on familiar chanels of least resistance.
Step 3 select your targets. This one is easy enough, the entirety of orc and skaven population of Karag Nar.
Step 4 pray to Ranald........
You black out.
A.N. Well this is it for the moment. I have a second part in mind for the aftermath. Probably in an hour or so. Hope you like it.
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@BoneyM your quest is an absolute joy for me, cant wait for the next update.