The Silver Bullets
“FIRE!!” Eben Shaft yelled at his men. His unit the Silver Bullets unleashed their rifles at newly risen zombies that with silent moans were shambling towards them. Several of the rotten heads popped. Eben had instructed his men well. The dead were still coming! “SWORDS” he yelled. Ulf Wiessman flashed a grim smile and planted his standard in the dirt, drawing his blade. A moment later the living dead were upon them and they fought for their lives.
The Knights of the Blazing Sun
“WAIT FOR IT”.. Lupio Blaze was eying the Eastern flank of Castle Sterneistle. A large unit of zombies under the banner “The Tithe” and the Direpack as he called the larged wolves lurking by the blood forest. His men were ready. Luco Silvera had his lips on his instrument. “WAIT FOR IT..” Lupio was waiting for the right moment, but toward the west he sensed that the undead were already gaining ground. He could not wait forever: “CHARGE!!!!” the knights spurred their horses towards the Direpack, but they cowardly wolves backed further into the shadows of the trees, and his men slowed down from uncertainty. Meanwhile The Tithe shambled forward towards Sigmars Sons. A quick change of plans and the knights made a second charge this time at the zombies. It was glorious as Lupio and his men clashed into the disordered line of the dead. Rotten limbs and heads were flying everywhere! However soon the knights had lost the momentum of the charged and his men became mired down in a bitter fight against the large number of corpses.
The White Wizards of Templehof
Jovi Sunscryer’s breath was heavy as he tried to catch up. Years of study sitting comfortably by his desk had been generous to his size. However in this particular situation, it was a hindrance. Ahead he could see his Luminark of Hysh blasting beams of light at a mounted vampire by a mausoleum. But the Vampire was able to negate the magic. If only Jovi was there already to direct it, his apprentices had still much to learn. Finally Jovi joined up the Stirland’s Revenge a harden company of men who had joined his cause. The Luminark blasted away again. This time the Vampire Lord was amongst a group of undead knights. Again the power faded like water against a mountain. A necromancer on a foul Corpse Carts looked at the Luminark with eyes blazing unholy energy. Jovi easily uttered a counter spell.
Raising his arms, Jovi summoned all his power. Soo much power!. Beams of pure light hit the Black Knights instantly dissolving the entire unit… So much power!! And suddenly there was a thunderous detonation. Men around him laid dead. But a small cost afteral.
Volkmar the Grim
With reinforcements, his army was trying to retake the western flank. But the price was large and it was time to take matters into his own hands. The Silver Bullets were struggling against the living dead. With a booming prayer to Sigmar, Volkmar’s alter surged forward and soon it smashed into the zombies like a hammer towards the anvil. Volkmar and his alter was bathed in light as it plowed through the living corpses. It was hardly a challenge and he heard Eben Shaft yelling "Guns at hand!! Reload!!… "
Then the ghouls were upon him. Volkmar fought like a flagellant as the Ghouls began to claw up his horses, the wheels and his alter in an attempt to reach him. With the alter lost, he retreated back over the hill, further away… into the darkness. He had no illusions he would be safe.
Manfred Von Carstein
Everything falling out to his advantage. Volkmar had fled and left the empire army in ruins. Manfred had lost but his black knights. But his other forces were victorious and the Mortis Engine with the Claw fo Nagash was no match for any mortal man. Many expect from Jovi, and now was the time to take out that pesky light wizard. Uttering the Invocation of Nehek, a simple spell he could cast without a second thought, more skeletons rose around him. But something was wrong, the dark energies were overwhelming, and the Crown of Sorcery suddenly spoke in his mind with a voice so powerful, there was no fighting it. "Abandon the battle now! You forget why you are here!
Helman ghasped as Manfred disappeared in a cloud of bats. Like a wind clearing the mist, the undead forces were struggling to stay alive. The army was crumbling around him. Helman had to act quickly to channel his own necromantic powers, in order to sustain the army. As his control extended, he willed a unit of skeletons against the Luminark of Hysh. Already damaged from previous battles, the luminark did not last long. “This day is mine!!” Helman Ghost thought, “I have the power now!”
Volkmar the Grim
Racing through the night, Volkmar realized he would need to warn the Empire. He then felt a heavy blow to his head and his only sense of time came from the amount of pain in his head as he woke up.
Volkmar’s head was ponding fit to burst. He could feel the cold of castle stone under his cheek, and the din of the battlefield had receded to a distant murmur far below. He was inside a circular chamber, lit by fitful candlelight. The scent of blood was thick in his nostrils.
Volkmar reached for his warhammer, but was unsurprised to find it gone. He got to his knees and struggled to focus, blood dripping from his earlobes unto the sodden shoulders of his robes. He dared not reach up and investigate his wound, just in case he felt something soft and spongy beneath his fingertips.
The walls around hims were ranged with shacked figures. A white robed healer of Shallya, a bearded brute with the mark of Ulric, The Myrmidian knight Lupio Blaze that he thought had fallen earlier in battle and an elf maiden so regal that she was stunning even under her mask of blood and dust was amongst the many prisoners. A few feet away from Volkmar the Crown of Sorcery sat on a cushion of human skin.
“Ah, look there on the ground” sad a voice from behind, cultured under the sneering Sylvanian accent. “The great Volkmar, high priest of the Heldenhammer, writhing like a maggot. They say that the blood of Sigmar flows in your veins my friend. The last ingredient to claim what is rightfully mine”
“No!” shouted Volkmar, “You can’t, I will kill you first!” He felt a familiar light building within him and pushed the vampire way with a surge of strength, channeling the war power of his faith into one last blast of defiance.
“Too late” said Mandred, his voice as cold as death’s own claws. “No mortal can defy my will”
The last thing Volkmar saw before the blackness took him were the fangs lunging for his throat.