A 20,000 point battle report
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Count
Mannfred Von Carstein surveyed his lines as the last of his troops
lurched into position. All was in readiness. Turning, he gazed out
from the edges of the fenland and across the plain beyond, to the
hills on the other side. The remnants of the cold morning mists
lingered over the marshland, however he could still make out the
shapes of the enemy soldiers as they prepared for battle. His foes
also appeared to be ready... Or at least, they thought
they were ready.
Mannfred
smiled evilly to himself. His enemies thought they had him cornered,
at the end of a long and brutal war. For a long time now (years, in
fact), he had been making a fighting withdrawal and they thought his
strength to be spent. But they had followed him all the way into
Sylvania – the seat of the Vampire Counts' strength – and they
had no idea what awaited them. The surface of the fens was still,
betraying no hint of the restless dead waiting to obey his will. The
foolish human cattle thought they had his match today, but he had
more than enough forces hidden to change all of that. Once he had
dealt with this alliance of Dwarfs and men, there would be little
strength to repel him when his legions ventured forth once more. This
battle would be the beginning of the end for the vulnerable Empire.
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Count
Martin von Kristallbach stood behind the lines, conferring with his
captains and Kallad Stormwarden, the leader of the Dwarf force that
stood side-by-side with his own Empire coalition. Kallad was visibly
impatient, constantly tensing his grasp on the haft of the axe at his
side. Martin understood his eagerness – finally he had the chance
to face the Vampires that had destroyed his kin and hold – Karak
Sadra would live on in the Great Book of Grudges and the hearts and
minds of the Dwarfs, but its people were all but gone. After years of
fleeing, Von Carstein had finally turned to fight – a mistake they
did not intend to let him live to regret.
The
Empire right flank was still a hive of activity, despite the relative
calm across the rest of the line. The cavalry arrayed there were late
arrivals – the Grand Theogonist Kurt III himself had arrived in the
early hours of the morning at the head of a strong contingent of
Knights. He had been pursuing Mannfred since besting him at the siege
of Altdorf, and his arrival did much for the Empire cause. With his
newly bolstered forces, Martin was confident that he finally had the
strength available to put an end to the Vampire menace for good.
The
thud of hooves announced the approach of a knight in heavily gilded
armour, his visor raised to show a dark and grizzled face. “I am
Markus Leichhardt, master of the Order of the Divine Sword,” he
introduced himself with a curt bow in the saddle. “Herr Count, I
place my men at your disposal. We came as soon as we heard that the
abomination Gothard the Undying was in the enemy's midst. We mean to
put an end to him for good.”
“You
and your knights are most welcome, Master Leichhardt,” Martin
acknowledged him with a nod. “Reports do indeed put the Wight Lord
Gothard at Von Carstein's side.” Beside him, the Dwarf Kallad
growled at the mention of the accursed vampire's name. Martin turned
to look at him as he continued, “there are many here with a debt to
settle with the undead host. I'm sure we'll all get our chance soon
enough.”
Even
as he spoke, the air over the enemy lines crackled with unnatural
lightning, and the deafening peals of thunder that followed all but
covered the sound of the undead army as it began its advance. “In
fact,” said Martin, “it seems that time is now upon us. Everyone
to your posts, and may Sigmar be with us.”