2nd Annual Halloween Spooky Tales!
Its that time of year again, and that can only mean its time for the 2nd Annual BoLS Halloween Spooky Tales! Here the deal:
The story setting can be 40k, or Fantasy, and we want to see what you can whip up to scare, chill, and impress us all. Throw your best stuff in the comments, and check back all day to vote up your favorites.
~We had a blast last year, so here is the default BoLS ghost story to get your creative juices flowing. Tell your friends, hammer out those stories, and let’s have a happy BoLS Halloween!
“It was the darkest night I’d ever seen. We was 15 light years outside the Piraeus system back in 974.M41 and the Spiders were scared. We’d been raised from the meanest, dirtiest scum Necromunda could offer but this night was different. We was hunkered down in the icy dark in a blasted out derelict ship we homed in on. We calmed our nerves with drink and cards, dancing shadows from our lum-strips casting crazed shadows that cavorted through the wreckage. One by one we were dying.
We didn’t know what it was, but every 49 minutes it feed… a short gurgle, a muffled scream, then nothing. We were down to my command squad and Commissar Gyart, thumbing his pistol and rubbing an Aquilla necklace incessantly. No one felt better seeing a Commissar nervous.
Then it came for ME. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the shadows grow. They moved with a pattern of their own and formed into a blurred memory from my childhood nightmares. I peered back at my boys, but theys were motionless. Not even the shadows from our lum-strips moved and I knew I was dead already. As I turned to face the I saw the glint of malice in its impossible rings of razor teeth.
As I offered myself to the Emperor I felt a BANG deep in my very soul. Through terrified squinting eyes I saw an Astartes, bathed in green balefire before me. He glared at my attacker, his eyes crimson coals. Bolter ablaze he struck the horror back to the nothingness whence it came.
I awoke in the morning with Commissar Gyart looming over me. He said I had slept through the night and no men had been lost. An Arvus was coming to pick us up and we would be off this icy rock in an hour. As dawn broke over the horizon I gathered my gear to head to our extraction zone. A glimmer caught my eye and I spied a single bolter shell at my feet, nestled in the icy sludge. A word was barely visible, etched into its ancient, corroded side. It said Firehawks.”
