Derimnou’s Units – Treasure Dinghy
To suggest that the accursed zombies would willingly allow their sunken treasures to rest beneath the briny deep is akin to expecting a dwarf to effortlessly reach the top shelf ale—it’s a futile notion. The relentless dead, true to their name, have laboriously hoisted their ghostly vessels from the abyss by means of a nightmarish procession of nearly lifeless humans, their pallid forms marked by the ceaseless toil of dragging the boat laden with glittering gold having looted vast treasures from Lizardmen, Bretonnians, Imperials, Nehekarans, and anyone who dares to draw a breath in their vicinity. These pitiful souls, their eyes vacant and their skin ashen, move with an eerie determination.
As they haul their grim bounty ashore, the deathly tolling bells adorning the vessels emit haunting, The ghostly pirate’s skeletal remains, adorned in tattered finery and a grotesque, and jubilant grin, serve as a haunting reminder of the price paid for meddling with the cursed treasures of the deep.
Worry ye not, a veil o’ the mist covers the dinghies, safe to say ye be wanting to keep these treasure-bound hauls away from pryin’ eyes, they be known to make any who beheld it mad. After all, with all the booty in stock, who wouldn’t?!
If ye not be part o’ the crew, ye be findin’ these cretins on ye shores, but if ye be a captain, ye be findin’ these in ye docks, stocked with treasure! Be wary! We only got less than a dozen dinghies to spare at any given moment! Use em wisely!
Also, don’t ye be worryin’ iffin the haul gets caught, we got a wee surprise in store for the looters! ARGH HAHAARG!
Testimonies:
"Under the shroud of darkness, those dreaded pirates infiltrated my pyramid. With sinister sorcery, they shattered my defenses, plundered my golden chest, and vanished into the night, defiling my eternal rest and stealing the ashen remains of my beautiful wife. Vengeance now courses through my bones as I am determined to reclaim what is rightfully mine and bring doom upon these foul marauders. The waterborne dead know no shame!"
-Unnamed Tomb King, of the Shifting Sands
"In the sanctified temple of Sigmar, where the golden idol of our Lord shone with divine radiance, we stood vigilant, protecting this sacred relic. Yet, in an eerie, spectral apparition, ghostly syreens materialized from the shadows. With an unholy chorus, they bewitched our senses, seized the golden idol, and vanished into the ethereal abyss, leaving us in shock and turmoil. With fervent prayers, I vowed to hunt down these unholy thieves and reclaim the blessed idol of Sigmar from their cursed grasp."
-Petrus, of Thorolund
"Amidst the glittering spoils of our ill-gotten gains, my crew and I reveled in our newfound fortune. But the sea turned treacherous as a massive kraken, manipulated by vampires, emerged from the murky waters. Its tentacles seized our golden treasures, and in a harrowing struggle, half our booty was torn from our clutches. Curses flew as we watched helplessly, vowing revenge against these unholy mariners of the abyss. Our lust for the lost riches burned fiercer than ever, driving us to confront the vampiric terrors lurking beneath the waves."
-Peg-legged Percy, of Tilea
"KRAAAAAKK!!!!! Tzzkk zeek kacchhk kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgarrrr! Ch’ta lach’k tezpolopot’ak krakk! KKRRAAAAAKKK!!!!! KKrraAAAAAaaAAAkKKKK!!! *grumbling noises* Zuq-krahaq-qaq! Kroq’za’qeq tzaq-zoq-qek, zaqzeq-zaq qaz-zaq qeq-kroq-qet, khaq’zaqeq tzaq-zoq ekheq’qek khaq’zaqek qez ekhoq’zaq ekheq-qet. Khaq-kroq qez zeqa khaq-qeq, E khaq’zaqek khaqz qez kroq-zoq-khoq zaq-zoq ekhoq-khaq khaq-zaqek khaq-khoqzoq. KKRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKK!!!!!!!!"
-Skink Priest of Tik’taqto
