Victor Pashendale:
He watched the Empire ranks form and the proud look displayed on the generals face. he had no idea of what he was up against...
The undead ranks had formed enough and it was time to move. A massive horde of skeletons, ghouls and zombies surged towards the eastern flank. But that was just half of the story. Masses of undead lay under the very feet of the mortal army, just waiting to be brought back to life. There was only one pesky wizard, who could disrupt their magic. Nothing to worry about.
But Victor knew this was the biggest thing since Nagash and he was not about to start taking unnecessary risks. He motioned the creature to come to him. He showed it the image of the wizard. The beast gave an understanding growl and bolted of into the starless knight.
The great bat, a Vargulf, had once been a vampire, but know a slave to his thirst it had completely changed. Now more bat-like than human, it soared in the sky. it spotted the wizards silhouette in the flickering of the lighted torches. Like a meteor in crashed into the wizard. Claws ripping the mans body into pieces the wizard was dead before he knew the Vargulf was even there. And just as fast it had come, it took off again back to its master.
The men around the wizards mangled corpse looked at it in shock. They had only heard a crash and turned only to see the wizard completely destroyed. Know they started to truly realise the true horror they were facing.
Victor looked at the image a shear terror in the soldiers faces and chuckled. He had taken the only thing standing in his way in a matter of minutes. The mortal army did´t stand chance...
"Fear me mortals, for I am your doom!" he said and joined his personal guard.

Darren:

He looked from the gate. He saw as the Vampire walked, under his feet the undead rose. He had never seen this many undead in one place! And He had worked on the border for 5 years. This was bad, really, really bad.

And their ranks were growing in numbers as new undead came from the depths.

Darren turned to his troops. "Burn the graveyyards. Now!"

Three men ran to their duties.

"Make the flagalants attack the enemy."

One of the soldiers looked at him "But that would kill them all!"

"They have sworn an oath to die in the name of our god. So they shall die." Darren said simply.
"gather the twonsfolk and all soldiers. We are leaving."

"Are we leaving the eastern front to the enemy?!" said one of Darrens officers.

"That or die."

No one said nothing more.

Darren ran to one of the houses.

To meet Scarlet and her family.

"We are leaving he said."

"Why?" asked Scarlett's father

"The vampires are here."

The family looked agitated by the remark but they all nodded.

And so the village was emptied.

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James:

They rode to the city, where the tempel of tzeentch was hidden in. The city was in fire.

They saw a man running at them.

James grapped him and asked "What is this?"

"The orcs are here." The man answerred and died

Victor Pashendale:
The siege was working perfectly. The eastern flank was being overrun by the undead endless ranks. It would only be a matter of time until they would reach the village.
Victor saw a bright red glow in the sky. It was coming from the ground behind the treeline. Black smoke started to rise from to the dark sky. They were burning something...He then realised that it was the graveyard.
"Well apparently the general is not such a fool as I had hoped..." Victor said, more to himself than the undead around him.
"Onwards to the village!" he commanded his body guard of armoured skeletons.
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Ungrok:
The axe came down. The rest of the soldiers were fleeing from him. Ungrok was not interested in chasing the "pinklings". He picked up the snotling again and started towards the gates. He felt a something fast fly by his head. He turned around just to see Binky toss the human, who had fired the arrow, hit a pile of boxes at great speed. He chuckled and walked over to finish the job.

James:

He sat in the boxes. He saw a orc coming at him... This was bad.

He tried to get up, but was too hurt to do it.

An arrow pierced the air, and hit the orc on the shoulder.

(fellow your turn)

Kyon:

The power of the arrow knocked him on the ground. The dragon`s roar made him cover his ears and gasp in the agony that filled his mind. He saw the chaotic move of the archer next to him that was giving freedom to arrows so fast that he could barely count the number.
He felt her hand on his healthy shoulder and a shout that sounded painfully : "Get up! NOW!"
Kyon confirmed, pulling himself from the ground, his shoulder pulsating in suffering. The dragon roared once more and one more scream spilled from Kyon`s insides.
"What is it with you?" Said the archer as she sat him in a dark corner to see about his wound.
His breath was so fainted, like he was about to die, his eyes were white as snow and his hands shivered violently, the sword following his movement.
With one swift move the elf pulled the arrow from his shoulder. Kyon held his scream of pain.
"Poisoned!" whispered Kyon as a smell of a well known flower used by assassins flooded his nostrils.

One more roar - One more scream.

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- Akayl

Kurt Miebach:

The witch hunter spurred his horse through the gates, shifting a glance to the pile of boxes as an archer collided with them, narrowly missing James, What on earth is he doing in there?

He looked up to see the wyvern and uttered a curse, this was just fantastic. Orcs attacking the city at the same time that a cult of Tzeentch was flourishing. Kurt drew his pistol as the orc warboss charged towards him and James, only to see it hit by an arrow. Where did that come from?

His eyes swept the courtyard, unable to find the archer. He snarled, This reeks of magic.

More important matters took priority, however, as the warboss had simply shrugged the arrow’s impact off and continued its charge. He lowered the pistol and fired, only to hear the ringing that told him the armour had deflected his shot. Fiercely trying to reload, he saw the orc continue its charge towards him, and only hoped the archer was closer to ready than he was.

Darren:

His troops had been on the run for a few days now. They had sent a message to Karl Franc already.
They had evacuated all the villages on their way.

Darrne walked to the charriot in wich Scarlett's family was. They had been akward looking the whole trip. Must be of the shock thought Darren.

"Hello." He said

The family murmurred their helloes as well.

"We will soon reach the next city and will stop there." He said and walked away, whne his advisor came to him.

"What is it." He asked

The advisor pointed to the way they were headding... The city was in flames.

"O my Lord!" Darren yellpped.

"We must hurry, Every soldier on horses. We must get ther. Now!!"

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James:

The orc was still coming for him, but now he had Kurt and a invisible arrow shooter on his side. Things could have been worse.

There were two morre arrows that came at the orc, this t ime the orc was ready and dodged them, but That was enough for Kurt. He leaded his gun and shot two rounds! "Take that you heretick Beast!"

James had got to his feet. Just to find that the wyvren was coming back! He also noticed that the wyvren was limping (Well as it was flying it wasn't limping it had an injury.)

James smiled and took the bow again. This time aming at the wyvren's ijured part. He waited, He waited.. Now!

He shot. He hit. THe Wyvren shot at him, Hitting on James. James was stuck under a angry wyvren.

He soon got away from it but not without wounds.

He was now Limbing himself.

An Elf ranto him. She was the archer. Looked at him and then said "My friend is poisoned. Can you help."

James nodded. He took a bottle of aditote out of his poocket. "What kind of poisoning?"

"Orc arrow."

"Then this is your potion." The elf took it and ran back where she had come from.

Kyon:

He was left there grasping for the lucidity that remained in his mind. He felt the poison running through his body, burning his insides. The wood elf said something about getting help, but she left minutes ago.
At least he was covered in the shadows of the hidden corner and orcs were passing without seeing him. Kyon turned his head to the light following the shadow of the dragon that was flying over the city.
"Ehrm... I... need... to do .. something!" he whistled in his weak breath. He reached in his pockets for some shad`lor dust and covered his wound with it. The pain burst in his body paralyzing his muscles in agonizing spasms.
Steps, two heart beats started to sound in his soul as the magic told his about the aid that was on the way.
"Kyon!" The archer slided in running and kneeled beside him. One figure appeared beside her holding a heavy gun.
The warmth of the liquid touched his lips and burned his neck as it spreaded trought his blood. He cought weakly as he was regaining his powers. A big boom made his jump from his place and watch the man that stood in front holding the smoking gun up and yelling insults to the orc that collapsed dead with a whole in his head.
Kyon rose his sword from the ground and raised one of his sharp elven eyebrow to the young man that stood tall in front of him.
" And you are, friend?"
" James, sire!"
" Kyon Dal`fly..."
A smiled sketched the face of the wood elf as she heard the name.
" Your name sound unatural for an elf, sire!" said James switching his gun in hands.
"Let`s not talk about it shall we? We still have a last breath to give to these filthy orcs!"
They ran off trought the central city, the cathedral filling their sight. groups were fighting all around, shouting battle cries. James` gun boomed again near Kyon`s ear making the human-elf turned and throw a wierd look to him.
"Let`s go!" Yelled Kyon but found himself stuck along with the wood elf and James. A ice spell covered their legs and chest.
The dark shadow formed a body and a demon walked towards them, his ugly smile filling his face.


Take the turn guys!

**Erm, Fellow? Just a couple of things - Kurt's got the pistol, not James. And I don't think the orc was meant to die here, given that he wasn't just a henchman type orc. Nighty Night Gobbo might not be happy with his character being dead.**

(Fellow don't kill my character anymore, please...-.-)

Ungrok:
He opened his eyes. It felt like a house had fallen on him. He tried to count the fingers in his right hand. Seven, everything was fine. He felt his fore head. There was hole there that had not been there before. Where had that thing come from?
He tried to stand up. Failure... He slumped into sitting position and felt the back of his head. There was another hole. How odd, that there would be two holes int his head and he had not noticed... He was hardly in fighting form, so he grabbed a fallen empire banner, spat on the word "Sigmar", and wrapped it around his head.
"Now, to find Binky, and go kill the guy who made these holes", He thought and ran off.
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Victor Pashendale:
The village was his. The soldiers were fleeing towards the nearest city. He had been notified that the city had been assaulted by orcs.
"Maybe the general will die anyway", Victor thought hopefully.
Victor had raised his sword for a kill, since the beginning of this war, this had gone on for long enough. He left his unit and started towards the flagellants. Bones and body parts were flying round the scene. Victor payed no heed. He drew his sword, and it gave a vicious red glow. The first crazed zealot noticed him and raised his flail. He had barely gotten it up before he was cut literally in half. The second did notice him and got cut to ribbons. After this the flagellants noticed him and attacked in force.
" Sigmaaaaar!" they roared.
Those were the last words they ever spoke...

(OKies guys I was wondering, could you somehow pull my charcater and Maki-chan's character out of the hotel where they are? Because I've got nothing to base a whole post about.)

James:

He had loaned one of kurt's guns, and he was running with the elves. When they were caught up in the ice spell that is.

Now he saw a human and a demon standing infront of them...

Oh no.

The man laughed "We caught one." He said.

James tried to struggle away from the spell.

"it is of no use, soldier."

James didn't answer but he continued.

"Who are they?" asked Kyon

"They are followers of Tzeentch." He wishpered the name.

Kyon looked at them.

"They don't look that though."


James looked at Kyon "You would be suprised."


"You will become a worthy sacrifise for our Lord." Said the man, the daemon by his side hissed.

The man came closer but soon yelpped in pain. He spun around, only to find Kurt and their new high elf friend with him.

Kurt had shot the man on his back.
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Darren:

He and his troops had rushed to the gates, just to be greeted by a swarm of goblins waiting for the battle to end. The suprise attack had taken down some of Darrens troops but they had in the end. Slaughtered all the goblins. They were now in the city.
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Tzeentch:

Hell cannons roared, as his army marched against the beasts.

Chaos against chaos.

But the day was already the amount of his knights was enough to over run the magnitude of the Beasts's charriots.

His mages waged death upon the enemy lines, and his foot men were vigorously murdering anyone on their way.

Not to mention the hell cannons.

But Tzeentch thought that this was enough. He was going to step on the battlefield, and end this battle.


He walkked through his lines, where the soldiers died, he saw death, he didn't care, he saw pain, he didn't care, but he saw no tears, he didn't care.

He got to the middle of the field and grouped with his wizards.

They used a powerful spell to bringdown the ground beneath the enemy, the ground went down.

THey made a spell to spit fire upon enemy lines, the fire was spat.

They now let the hell cannons to take over. And soon the enemy lines had been bombarded to dust.

Now! Tzeentch ruled chaos.

Sorry... And it was actually a random orc guy... Nothing to do with the poor orc character

Kyon:
The spell broke releasing them from its trap. A big shadow passed over the streets. Kyon`s spell spilled trough the battle cries dominating all sounds. An energy shield covered the group and made a short metallic sound when the fireball hit it. The wood elf followed the flight and one arrow flew, grazing the skies and hitting the dragon under the wing.
Kyon fell on the ground and let out a scream of pain. James reached for another potion, but the raised hand of Kyon stopped him.
"Don't hurt the dragon, you`ll kill me."
One big crack told them that the northern gate fell. And there were no troops there to aid in protecting it.
" Report your troops status, soldiers!" said Kyon coming back to his powers.
" The archers have been divided in 2 major groups for south, north for each gate. I am the last one of the north group and south gate is under siege. Tyrea Loremaster, at your side!" the wood elf made a bow.
Kyon turned to James and Kurt, his turning his sight at their guns.
"And I suppose you are part of the Resistance that was suppose to hold the line at the gates. From your uniforms you are from south gate." Kyon recited, his eyes glowing white. "Well I think we need to hold the line at the north gate."

http://shadowsider45.deviantart.com/art ... -104847983 - This is Kyon Dal`fly (I don't own the art piece)

- No one died Sorry for the orc guy and the gun mistake -.-

James:

He looked at Kyon "I'm sorry but were not from this city.. We came from the capital."

Kurt nodded "Yes, our mission here was to kill all of those daemons and Tzeentch followers. It's a shame that the heretic scum got away."
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Darren:

He was running with a small troop, when he saw an orc with a turban reaching for it's wyvern.

He didn't care, the two were so badly injured that they would be of no problem.

He ran towards a place where he had heard a gun blow, when he was ambushed by a group of black orcs.

His friends died, one by one until only he and his advisor were left.
"This is it, my friend." He said.

That was when the group of orcs flew twenty meters in the air, they looked at what had happenned, They saw no one else but Karl Franc himself.

They went to their knees "Emperor." They said

Kyon:

"Well have your blades thirsty, my friends. There are more to come and it would be an honor to fight at the side of those who saved my life." Kyon said bowing his head.
"My blades are thirsty, no douth of it, but I`m not. And I don't want to die beside a high elf." Kurt made an ironic bow before the human-elf.
Tyrea made a step forwand Kurt a clenching one of her hand around his neck and threatening him with one of her poisened arrow. He voices whistled like the furios storm and thundered like the rain.
"Elven blood may run through his veins, but he is more human than you are, little one! Remember the name Kyon Dal`fly `cause the wood elves smile in joy when the winds whispers it... So stay the..."
"Archer! Enough! There`s no time for history lesons. It is your choise, my friends. If you refuse to aid me I bow and wish that you live well. "
Kyon turned and took a handfull of shad`lor dust and scattering around the dead bodies of the ally soldiers. Balls of energy rose from their bodies resting on his sword and armor.
James watched the human-elf`s movement. He heard about that name, he heard about the half-human half-elf, the banished one, the outcast. Indeed the wood elf was right in her anger.
" You can count on my bullets, sire!" his voice came softly.
" Drop the "sire". Every one is equal in front of death. What say you, friend?" Said Kyon turning his eyes to Kurt.
The roar of the chaos army shattered the apparent silence. The guns shot, the arrows pierced armors, the sword rended flesh.