Lord de Trois’ carriage came to a halt for the fifth time within an hour. The skeletal horse in danger of collapsing as it rattled from the pink fire that had just hit.
Lord de Trois cursed loudly. “Pathetic demons as they are, they cause delays on my true destiny for the Thousand Thrones!”. In live he might have frowned, but even the memory or meaning of such mortal expressions were long gone. “Calamari!” he called one of his most adept necromancers, but also the least trusted. Calamari, having refused the kiss of blood. “Calamari, the demons are staging their attacks from the North East. Take the Black Knights and put an end to these games!” his rasp voice hitting the Necromancer in the face. Calamari soon headed out, a small undead host at his disposal and the Crags of Shargun towering towards the North like a bad omen.
Calamari arrived to an area heavy with corruption. His body had long absorbed the dark energies of Necromancy granting him some resilience, but he felt the thickness of the taint on his skin. Calamari took personal command of 10 sturdy skeleton warriors, and in front of him, a larger unit of 12 skeletons with spears were awaiting his orders. To his right, The Five… Black Knights, raised from a Tomb in the frozen lands. They would not fail. But he was not alone, for across the winter forest and hills he spied demons. Pink Horrors had gathered, and amongst them a Herald of Tzeentch.
Calamari could sense the tug of the dead in the cold earth beneath him. He raised his staff high, and chanted the ancient incantations, willing the dead to rise again. They scrambled up on his left to form a new unit, but Calamari did not stop there, soon more would rise and boost his numbers further!
But the demons wasted no time. They surged forward and pink flames shot from the horrors, destroying a few of his skeletons! The horrors then taking defensive positions behind some piles of lumber.
But beasts of Slaneesh were creeping in on his position from both sides. Calamari quickly reorganized his dead warriors. All while, pink fire was killing skeletons here and there, and again Calamari had to call upon the winds of magic to bring forth even more corpses to fight.
But time was running out, and Calamari remembered his master’s command. The vile of the demons were one thing, but failing his master would be torment beyond reason. The Necromancer lined up his ranks to lay waste to the demons around him!
The Black Knights charged a dreadful beast of slaneesh and his skeletons and zombies engaged a large unit of pink horrors. Mechanically the skeletons started to cut into the demons, and soon the numbers started to pay off.
Likewise his living dead surged forward over the wooden logs. After an extended fight, his undead forces would be victorious. A small victory in the cold lands of Kislev, but a large relief in Calamari’s depraved heart as this would spare him the terrible wrath of his master…
… Lord de Trois!