Group 38 - Chapter 3 - Darkness Awaits

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Now was the time to strike. The other female struck hard and true, quickly sending two of the enemy over the wall into the Hydra's jaws. Lunch time! Nathra silently sprang from the shadows across the parapet and launched herself into a flying kick, kicking one Asur from the wall, then another near simultaneously. A less intelligent foe might well have been distracted by their comrades plummeting to their doom, but these were elves, 'hated' elves but still just as quick-witted as their darker cousins.

The next elf in line reacted to Nathra immediately and stepped back out of the way from Nathra's third kick, drawing a short sword and swiping it at her neck in a single fluid motion. The nimble shade twisted round like a corkscrew in mid-air to avoid having her head neatly sliced off, she rolled away to safety the instant she landed and came up, sword drawn, facing the archer bearing down upon her with something akin to hatred flaring in his eyes. Noticing the sergeant and another two archers behind the Asur she faced, Nathra counter-attacked, using the greater reach of her weapon in a series of complex sweeps, strikes and stabs to force her enemy back while using him as a shield to get closer to her intended target(s).

When Nathra had forced him back enough to get decent shots off with her shurikens she traded a two-hand grip for a left hand grip mid-thrust, stretching her arm out fully while her right hand grasped for a shuriken. Grasping it firmly between thumb and fore-fingers she stepped into her sword-thrust and snaked her projectile round her enemy into the middle archer who stood slightly to Nathra's right behind him. Gripping her sword two-handed again the Lady Severain returned to her fighting stance and step-circled around the Asur archer to line up her next shot, keeping him in place with measured sweeps and stabs.

Using this tactic she could either kill all of them or at least hold them up long enough for the other Druchii to intervine.

Nathra hopes to kill or maim each of the three archers (2 archers + sarge) by using the one with the short sword as a shield to protect her and the other Druchii (if applicable) from their arrows. The most effective range for her shurikens is 2 - 7 metres, 12 metres if she has time to do the shot properly.

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Nathra Severain - Shade (Group 38)
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Equipment: Longsword; Shurikens (6/10); Shade Cloak; Asur Arm & Leg Armour Plates; Misericorde; Gutting Knife
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It was a relief to get to the top of the wall, he could not deny that. Kirael leapt nimbly over the parapet and into the lee of the stonework, taking in the content of the battlements in a glance. A huddle of frozen crewmen around a bolt thrower were a grim testament to the power of Druchii sorcery. Not something he'd likely forget - the icy winds were in danger of freezing him to the bone as well. He wished he had time to cut the rope of the device, but the torsion-wound sinews were no mere string and a dead assassin aids no armies. As quickly as he could, he made his way to the door he could see half-buried under snow, tearing a shield from the cold hands of one of the corpses to use as a makeshift shovel to clear only as much of the drift away as needed.

Once the door was free, the assassin yanked it open with numbing hands. Thankfully it was unlocked. He could tell the sides of his face were losing feeling, his high cheekbones under the scarf he wore over the lower part of his face chilled as if by a frost-daemon's caress. Slipping inside with gratitude to be out of the cold, the Khainite shut the door again and set his back to the wall. As if in response to the warmer air his skin was tingling, though he couldn't be sure if that was not a sign of being watched. Surely there would be Asur here, and close. Under his hood, the assassin grinned. Now he was in his own environment. Time to make an offering to the Lord of Murder.

Kirael kept his back to a wall and, after listening for a moment to check that he wasn't about to be attacked from the other direction, headed off silently into the fortress, looking for signs of the enemy. If he could find a commander or a war-room, Khaine be praised he'd make the Asur sorry for their laxity.


Kirael will get inside and start looking for Asur command centres or failing that, some way of disrupting the defences. Any Asur he comes across he will, if it's plausible, take out but he has been sent to cause confusion so he will avoid large numbers in the hopes of being able to strike somewhere significant.
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The spear's blow awakened Gaelus and reminded him that he wasn't invulnerable. He spoke a silent word of thanks to whatever god might have been listening and was glad he had spent the bit extra on a decent breastplate. He quickly spun about and thanked the spearman in the only way he knew how, by politely showing him a better place to land his blows. Unfortunately, he likely won't get a chance to use such knowledge gaelus thought to himself, as his lifeless body slumped off his sword. Not wanting to spend too much time on second man, a quick kick and swipe left his head in the dirt and snow.

All around the full force of the warhost was engaged in combat. A top the parapets, the volunteers were making quick work of the startled archers. Behind the main battle line, the brides of khaine were in a frenzy, making quick work of any unfortunates, friend and foe alike, that ventured too close. The hydra had weathered a severe amount of wounds, but Gaelus could tell it was beginning to take it's toll. Hopefully the general wouldn't throw such a substantial resource away. The second gate still needed attending to.

As Gaelus looked for his next foe a young swordsman struck at him from his left. It was all Gaelus could do to avoid the asurs deft blows. Dressed in a regalia and battleplate befitting a noble, Gaelus could tell he was well skilled and learned in swordsman ship, simply by his footward and strikes. Gaelus stepped back to regard the noble, who's face was a mask of hatred, no doubt because of the gruesome standard Gaelus bore.

Druchii filth! You tarnish the lands of our ancestors by being here. I will avenge the deaths of my brothers at your hands and clean Ulthuan of your presence!. With that, he stepped into a sword dance meant to display skill and intimidate Gaelus.

I've heard better challenges, Gaelus replied over a mocking yawn, and with that, quickly replaced his sword with his handbow and unloaded the clip into the young noble at close range.

Gaelus will attempt to avoid a prolonged swordfight with an obviously skilled swordsman and shoot him dead in the most dirty and underhanded fashion
Cade Thanal (TN: Gaelus Stormscythe) (Group 38 warrior)
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Equipment: Light Armor, Short Sword, Repeating Handbow (9/10), Helmet, Asur Short Sword, High elf Mage-prince pelt, Lion pelt cloak, Sword belt with gold buckle and sapphire, 10 gold
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Skills: Endurance

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Asilah snarled at the pair of approaching Asur, the combat across the wall had heightened into a frenzied brawl, while she had already dispatched two elves, not to mention the exploits of the other Druchii fighting alongside her, however the High Elves had quickly reformed and returned the aggression, not that it would do them any good in the end. While the male beside her held the attention of one of the Asur, Asilah set about fighting the two before her.

She allowed the Asur to begin the fight, turning aside their blades with her own longsword as she smirked at the asur, weaving her own body to put her heavy cloak in the way of any potential strikes that would get through her own guard, her dagger, held in her left hand, kept back for a fatal strike, waiting patiently for the frustration of the Asur to leave themselves open in their attack. While Elven armour would certainly hold up against a direct attack better than the savage craft of the lesser races, their were clear weak points in the armour where a dagger could slip through, and so as soon as an opening presented itself, Asilah struck, hoping to slip under their guard and end them.

Asilah will initially fight defensively against both Asur, waiting for them to let up their guards and allow her to strike.
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On the south western end of the wall, the small party of would-be assassins were fighting through the defences to make it to the tower and seek out the Asur Commander. The fighting was fierce and with passion, the Asur having recovered from the surprise element from which the Druchii had struck. The snow was still blowing down from the north east, with a numbing wind biting at all along the wall. Yet the frenzy of battle kept those in combat warm, blood running hot with fear or fury.

As the sword-wielding elf charged at him, Umbra stepped to the side at the last minute, straightening his left leg and causing the Asur to trip. As his balance was lost, Umbra smoothly lunged low and tipped him over the wall.


Nathra too had been attacked with a blade, and twisted her body to avoid the lethal cut. The breeze from the ithilmar blade sent a chill across her graceful neck, and she rolled back to safety, drawing her sword to return the favour. Having composed herself, she glanced at the captain and his archers near the tower wall further along the ramparts. Walking in the open, she would soon be an easy target. So using her cunning, the shade used a series of feint attacks to force her opponent backwards as he parried her away. Finally satisfied she was within the distance she was aiming for, she switched her grip and took her sword in one hand whilst her opponent’s blade was wide from a parry. As his sword was brought back in to guard position, she took a shuriken in her right hand and swiftly flung it towards the archers. One struck true, embedding itself in the throat of an Asur. With a cry, he raised his hand to his throat, a plume of scarlet spraying out from an arterial wound, which showered his kin with blood.

As their kinsman slumped to the ground, the captain crouched down to see if he could treat the wound, gently pulling the sharp projectile from the archer’s neck before trying to stop the bleeding with his hand. With a frown, he realised that there was nothing he could do, and uttered a prayer to Lileath as the elf’s skin paled and his eyes became glassy. The red pool of blood on the marble flagstones soon froze under the power of the sorceresses’ wintry storm. Nathra’s opponent had heard the cry, and swiped at her right forearm as she reached for another shuriken, doing all that he could to protect the captain from the Druchii’s murderous intent.


Asilah fought with the finesse of a Tilean. Mixed with the bloodlust of a Druchii, her technique was precise and swift. The two elves that had chosen to attack her, soon found that she was not so easy to bring down. When either of them struck, they were knocked back by the sword or parried by the dagger, with a swift riposte ready in reply. One found out the hard way, and his eyes bulged with surprise as her sword punched through his abdomen beneath his armour, and out of his back, through the neck opening of his chest plate. With a swift twist, and a flamboyant flick to clear off the blood, Asilah turned her complete attention on the remaining elf, as his kinsman’s sword clattered to the flagstones, shortly followed by his lifeless body. With a cry, her opponent stabbed at the hand holding the dagger, and at the last minute brought his sword up in a diagonal sweep across her body, finally bringing a lunge towards her heart.


Down below, Cade was faced with one of Ulthuan’s shining stars. The swordsman’s purity and skill practically radiated from the elf; the warrior gleaming as he performed a dance with his blade before the grim-faced Druchii. This it seemed, was an elf of honour. Cade was not. As the Asur finished his kata and brought his sword forwards gracefully in a two-handed guard ready to duel his opponent, Cade coldly emptied a clip of bolts into the young princeling’s face. The elf’s breath hissed out of his ruined mouth as he fell back to the ground, his arms and legs twitching as life left his body. Cade grinned as some of his kin noticed what he had done, the odd laugh or jeer erupting from the ranks. ‘So falls a prince of Ulthuan.’ mused Thaekan’s herald, mocking sympathy as he went to sever the head for his master’s skull hooks.

This insult had naturally upset the gentle-mannered Asur, and at last they seemed to find their courage. A clarion call heralded a fresh push, and a rank of thirty elves ran at Cade and his kin. Ten wide, the first row was armed with spears. Behind these came two lines of swordsmen. All were armed with mail coats that came to their shins, and ithilmar plate helms, shoulderguards, and chest plates. ‘I think we’ve pissed ‘em off, sir…’ laughed a nearby mercenary.


Up on the north east wall, Kirael managed to clear the snow and pull the tower door open. It slammed shut behind him with the sorcerous wind blasting behind it, and any chance of entering the tower silently had been ruined. His flesh tingled, and he noticed that his hair and clothing had frozen in places. Any longer out there, and he would have met the fate of those Asur. Pools of water dripped from his thawing form, and as he set his back to the wall, he took a moment to listen to see if there was anyone approaching. All that could be heard was the whistle of the wind around the tower, and the thudding cacophony from the battle beneath the walls. Muted behind the stone, there was a sense of separation from the fight to the assassin, who focussed himself on the art of murder.

He investigated the room before him. With a door on the opposite side, it seemed to be a minaret tower. To his left, a narrow arch led to a spiral staircase. Before him, the room contained some tables and chairs, all ornately carved in the opulent style of the hated High Elves. A map of the Shadowlands and the mountains hung on the wall, with a few tunics and armour items lying around the room. Satisfied that there was nothing of interest, the assassin edged around to the stairwell and silently made his way up. As he reached the next floor, he found a closed doorway with a latch holding it shut. Would he investigate, or continue upwards to the next floor?


(Smiler), Umbra has killed 1 elf on the ramparts.

MG, Nathra has killed 1 elf with her shuriken, but her opponent has parried and made a counter attack which Nathra will need to deal with before she gets to attack anyone else.

-1 Shuriken

Zacharius, Asilah has slain 1 elf. The second successfully parried and is attacking back.

((4 elves left on the south west wall – 1 captain, 1 archer, and 2 archers with short swords, engaged in melee combat))

JC, I didn’t expect that! Reminded me of that scene out of Indiana Jones… Well it worked! You have a unit attacking yours now.

-1 Clip

Syjahel, Kirael has made his way up to the next floor in the tower. He can investigate the room, or continue upwards. Let me know.

((Thanks for your patience folks))
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Nathra wasted no time in celebrating her swift kill as she was still facing down her arrow-shield, though she could not prevent a sinister smile spreading across her lips. Nothing compared to the cut and thrust of close-quarter combat, the shade had always preferred it to the more cowardly act of killing your foe from a distance, she liked the personal touch. The Asur was quick-witted enough to realise the tactic Nathra had settled upon, not that he alone would be able to prevent her from making it a success.

Hearing the death throes of his companion, the Asur sought to prevent the skilled shade from doing any more harm with her shurikens. Nathra deftly reigned her weapon in, simultaneously deflecting her opponents ill-aimed swipe and taking her longsword in a two-handed grip once more, this gave her better control and more power as she danced the blade in a retaliatory attack. The tip of her glittering blade flashed up past the archers face, but the centre of the the blade curled around his arm in a circular motion, the blade flickered like a fan severing his arm at the wrist.

The lithe shade was already several actions ahead, deftly switching from a two-handed grip to a single handed grip as she put her pretty foot out in an obvious, twirling sweep but not with the intention of tripping her opponent. Sweep finished, Nathra launched herself backwards through the air, flicking her sword in around the Asurs neck and face with her left hand and preparing a shuriken with her right. Her legs splayed upon landing and she twisted her body around the intervening enemy and launched her projectile into the next archers neck.

Nathra wanted the commander to be the last one standing, to know that he had failed to save his soldiers, knowing that he had failed to defend his homeland, to know that he would die a failure. Shuriken thrown, Nathra vaulted herself into getting ready for the final assault. First to finish the distraction, quickly and swiftly, then to move on to the main event.


Nathra will attempt to sever the arm of the archer before forcing him backwards with the sweep, backflip and fancy sword-play. She will have a shuriken ready to launch at the next archer with the commander and will aim for his throat again. Then she will finish off the one she was using as an arrow shield before moving on to fight the commander.
Nathra Severain - Shade (Group 38)
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Equipment: Longsword; Shurikens (6/10); Shade Cloak; Asur Arm & Leg Armour Plates; Misericorde; Gutting Knife
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Kirael set his back to the stone and breathed silent thanks to Khaine. There was no blood in a frozen death, and he hoped to avoid such a fate when his time came. For now though, all that really mattered was that he wasn't dead.

The pragmatic assassin scanned the tower, moving quickly to the nearest room and out of plain sight. The slam of the door hadn't been stealthy - or. given the strength of the sorcerous gale, anything he could affect - but given the noise of a pitched battle, it didn't seem to have brought any immediate investigation. Happily for the shadow-haunting Druchii, who made his way with habitual stealth into the room opposite, scanning it quickly. There was no-one here. Despite all the propaganda to the contrary, it was plain that the Asur were not a nation of cowards hiding behind doors and under beds. There wasn't much here of interest except a map, which he would gladly have taken were time not of the essence - that, and it was on the bulky side and fixed to the wall. Still, from force of habit and attention to detail Kirael gave it a quick inspection before moving on, in case it should have any information about the High Elves' defence plans.

Slipping out of the room and up the stairs, the next door he came to was latched shut. On instinct the slender assassin stopped, listening intently to work out if there was anyone inside before he opened it ...


Kirael will listen at the door and if there is anywhere to peek through, take a look inside before opening it if the coast is clear. A slightly different tactic if there is anyone inside: open the door as suddenly as he can and rush anyone who might be about to attack him, as a sudden stab will often put an opponent on the back foot ... The closed door is the thing he wants to investigate first but always with an awareness that someone might come down the stairs with a fatal interruption.
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Gaelus smirked as the prince's body fell to the floor, his gorgeous helmet riddled with bolts. He wondered how many centuries of training behind that sword disappeared in an instant some a simple mistake of underestimating an enemy's ruthlessness. He responded to his fellows that watched's comments with a chuckle and a shrug. They don't make princes like they used to, do they?. Unfortunately, his underhanded action seemed to have drawn the ire of an entire unit of Asurii, who were now bearing down on him and those nearby with full force. Gaelus quickly assessed the prince's corpse for anything that might be worth keeping while the herald took his "souvenir" before stepping out to meet the charging elves.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that hydra and it's handlers were making still making good ground towards the second gate. Numerous wounds, loss of handlers and harassment had slowed its advance. Gaelus knew that if that hydra fell, they would be sitting ducks in a killzone between the two gates.

To me! Meet them full force! Protect the hydra's flanks, it must survive to the second gate!

With that he instructed the unit's leadership to angle themselves to meet the charge and direct it away from the hydra's direction. He let off a few pock shots with his hand bow as they neared before replacing once again to sword and standard. The first elf that neared he struck out quickly with his keenly edged sword at his spear, aiming to deflect or sever the head of it entirely. Quickly closing the distance, he lunged out and headbutted the elf. With a lunge, he aimed to finish off the dazed elf.

Gaelus will search the prince, rally the unit and engage

OOC: Haha, yeah, that's what I was going for!
Cade Thanal (TN: Gaelus Stormscythe) (Group 38 warrior)
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Equipment: Light Armor, Short Sword, Repeating Handbow (9/10), Helmet, Asur Short Sword, High elf Mage-prince pelt, Lion pelt cloak, Sword belt with gold buckle and sapphire, 10 gold
Skills: Disguise

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Equipment: Glaive, medium armor, shield
Skills: Endurance

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As the blade darted towards Asilah's heart, for a moment she appeared to lose control, although leaning backwards slightly to extend the reach of the high elf now attacking her. Then, in the briefest of moments, she spun the dagger in her hand, hitting it against the flat of the blade drawing closer towards her, batting it aside, before kicking the Asur back, putting some space between the two, giving her a handful of seconds to regain her composure after nearly being rent open by the High Elf, not that she had never come close to death before, but it had snapped her back to reality enough to give her pause.

This time, she refused to give the Asur the initiative, leaping forwards with a war cry, she became a flurry of blades, using an intensive attack to stop her foe from responding, gradually breaking down his ability to keep pace with her, giving her at the very least, the impression that she could keep this up for longer than the Asur, a typical weakness of the soft kin.

Fixating upon the weak spot of his lack of neck armour, Asilah began to push forwards, trying to break through his guard with the intention of plunging a blade into their soft flesh, allowing herself to draw on her anger and hatred to her full extent, while it may not have been the quickest method to finish off the fight, it would hopefully keep his blade away from a similarly close chance at death.

Asilah will pull back for a moment, before unleashing a rapid assault on the High Elf, aiming to kill him via the weak spot of his neck

OOC: Terribly sorry about being so slow, I found out a friend of mine had died this week, that and my email notifications seemed to not have worked (Try making that sound slightly less callous).
I'll think of something trivial and amusing eventually

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Their work was done. The ice storm had weakened the defences, and now the sorceresses were needed with the rest of the host. Closing their ritual and channelling the dhar back out into the wind of magic that blew through the peaks of the Annuli, the three sorceresses put an end to the fell storm that battered the top of the outer gate, and made their way to join Thaekan and his retinue.


In the north-eastern tower straddling the Griffon Gate, Kirael had begun his search. His investigation of the map had given no clues around the defence formation of the enemy. It did however reveal a hidden passageway. Marked with a light dashed line, the entry point to this passage was shown as being located through a doorway at the back of the gate’s granary building. These stores were on the left hand side of the gulley which the inner and outer gate protected. The route seemed to be a mile long, and travelled deep through the mountains, emerging somewhere in northern Ellyrion.

The assassin had moved on and had made his way steadily up the spiral stairs to the next floor, where he waited a moment as he listened outside a doorway. Over the muffled din of battle below the gate, he could hear one voice speaking in calming yet firm tones, whilst a second voice chided and moaned. He could hear the sound of footsteps on stone above. Someone was using the staircase, he could not hear if they were going up or down yet; they seemed to be quite high up still. The tower wasn't as empty as it at first appeared.

With a whisper to Khaine, the assassin slowly lifted the latch on the door, and pushed it open, rushing into the room with blade at the ready. He regarded the scene immediately as a cry of shock preceded a call for help. The room was the same size as the one below with arched windows overlooking the land before the gate and to the rear, towards the inner gate. On a chaise longue sprawled an elf being tended to by a chirugeon. The wounded individual was dressed in expensive silks, his chest and arms still armoured, but his shin plates, boots, and helm were on a stand out of reach. His left leg appeared to have been broken below the knee by the blow of an axe or glaive, the other leg bearing a slash which the chirugeon was in the middle of stitching up. He had not yet begun on the break and wound around it. There was a table and two chairs near the front window, a cupboard to the north side of the room, with the armour stand at the south side of the room. Beneath the window overlooking the inner gate was a writing desk with chair.

The injured elf’s blue eyes were alight with surprise as the chirugeon stood up and started trying to dash to the doorway. Kirael swiftly lunged between the fleeing Asur and the door, and efficiently stabbed the healer in the throat. The elf slumped to the floor, and the wounded Asur raised his hands defensively as the assassin made his way towards him. This one was in no state to run. But he could shout alright… He hollered for help again, the flowery notes of his native Tar-Eltharin sounding like a pig in the slaughterhouse to the Khainite. Better to shut him up. With a leap, Kirael pounced at his prey, slamming down his arm on the elf’s wounded legs sadistically. The Asur howled in agony, lowering his guard, which gave the assassin all the time he needed to slit his target’s throat from ear-to-ear.

The assassin breathed in the smell of blood and fear and praised Khaine. There was no time to linger, for the cries of alarm had roused the attention of others. Kirael heard at least two pairs of feet dashing down the stone staircase towards him.



Down below, the fury of the Asur had been unleashed by the actions of a Druchii holding a standard made from the hide of one of their beloved mages. As if the preserved expression of agony strapped to the iron pole was not upsetting enough, he had just offed the first born son of Lord Hiraen of Tor Elyr in the most unhanded manner imaginable. General Thaekan was delighted, a cruel grin of glee formed on his stern face as the dance of murder was enacted around him.

Cade rummaged through the clothing of the princeling as his head was brutally severed. With a grin he found a small purse of coin, and a leather sword belt, the buckle made from gold in the image of a weeping eye. In place of a tear was a glittering sapphire. The sacred symbol of the tear of Isha, consort to the Asur god Asuryan.

Cade needed no encouragement to take action against the forces that were now rushing them. The General noted that this elf had potential, and as Saulk made to protest, Thaekan held up a gauntleted hand to silence him. ‘Leave him be and watch. You might learn a thing or two.’ Saulk’s eyes narrowed as he exhaled, focussing on the elf that was rising in favour, all too rapidly for his liking. He might have to do something about that…

Roused by Cade’s fiery instruction, the elves around him roared in challenge at the Asur, and the two forces met in a clash of steel and blood. The sounds of weapons striking armour and flesh mingled with the curses and cries of the combatants within the gate interior. The hydra was barely thirty meters from the inner gate, yet it’s skin was now slick with blood from the injuries it had suffered. Few of the mercenaries protecting the Beast Masters now survived, and they were making desperate attempts to fend off attacks from frenzied yet disciplined High Elf forces. It was only thanks to the poisonous nature of the hydra blood that any Beast Masters still remained, no Asur was eager to get too close to the monster.

Cade had shot into the advancing Asur, not caring for accuracy. One glanced off an Asur’s shoulder plate harmlessly, the other bit into the upper arm of a spearman who gritted his teeth and pulled it back out. Cade picked an opponent among the first rank and head-butted the spearman after knocking his blade out of the way with his sword. Stunned, he staggered backwards with a bloody nose giving the Druchii enough room to manoeuvre his sword and lunge at him. The tip of the cruel blade split through the elf’s chainmail, and Cade’s lunge carried it the rest of the way, running the elf through, beneath his chestplate. Pushing forwards with his lunge, he used the dying elf as a makeshift shield as he made room for himself and his kinsmen, breaking through to the second rank.


Up on the walls near the south westerly tower, Nathra, Umbra, and Asilah were making their way forwards with bloody determination.

Asilah had cautiously scrutinised the technique of her opponent, and was now working on finishing him off. Despite the cold, the distractions, and the noise below, she could have been fighting in a controlled duel for sport. Her parry was successful, and after knocking her opponent’s blade wide to the right, she leapt forwards with a war cry now that his guard was open. As the blades whirred against each other, a percussion of striking steel gave rhythm to the dance of her feet, which reached its crescendo as her sword plunged through the throat of the Asur. Mortally wounded, the elf clutched his throat, before staggering back and slumping against the wall as his life blood left him.


Nathra had dealt with her captor as a cat would with its toy. The archer’s arm fell severed to the icy ramparts, steam emerging from the stump in the cold air as arterial blood flowed freely. The shade had feinted and swept her blade as she leaped backwards again, sword held in a one-handed guard. As she reached for another shuriken, her one-armed opponent charged towards her in one last act of honour. As the shade landed and twisted, she let her shuriken fly. Yet the fatally wounded archer threw himself at her, taking the shuriken in his own forehead.

The Captain had seen this last act of defiance and knew that there was no further use in maintaining his position here. With a nod to the last archer, he opened the door to the tower and retreated within.

Left alone against three deadly Druchii, the last archer whispered a prayer to Morai-Heg, she who guides the arrows. Notching it to his bow, the elf let it fly. It seemed the goddess heard his prayer, as it found a target… Umbra. The grim-faced elf grunted as the arrow pierced his breastbone and his heart. The Druchii’s eyes widened, his face paled, as he tried to walk forwards. Even dying, his will for vengeance kept him going and he staggered past Nathra and Asilah, as the archer let fly a second arrow which pierced him in the stomach. He jolted as the force knocked him, a sharp breath coming out in a plume of steam. Stretching out his hands, fingers curling into his fists, he stared wildly at the archer. He could feel his heart slowing… stopping…

Umbra fell to the flagstones five steps short of the Asur archer, his blood mingling with that of the High Elves. Frozen together on the chilled ramparts, it painted a scene of devotion to the Lord of Murder on the canvas of white marble and ice.

With only Asilah and Nathra left, the now shaken archer had another arrow ready in his bow. Picking a target, he changed focus from one to the other. The two females were clearly as deadly as they were beautiful. Thoughts of Ellyrion’s sweeping meadows, herds of wild horses, and majestic peaks filled his mind, and he steeled himself for one last stand as he was reminded of his duty. ‘I may die here, yet I shall die well. Do your worst, whores of the Witch King!’


Zacharius, Asilah has slain her opponent.
((OOC: Sorry to hear your news. My sincere condolences.))

MG, not sure if I understood that bit about Nathra twisting her body around her intervening enemy, I’d interpreted the post as that she had leaped back to get some extra distance. So sorry if it’s a bit messy. Anyway, she’s killed that swordsman.

((1 elf left on the south west wall – 1 archer. The Captain has retreated inside the tower))

Syjahel, by investigating the map, Kirael has located a hidden passage through the mountains. He has killed the chirugeon and his patient, but an unknown number of Asur are racing down towards the room which Kirael is in.

Smiler, Umbra has been killed off in dramatic fashion I hope!

JC, Cade’s actions are certainly impressing General Thaekan. Cade is now through to the second rank. A reminder; 1st rank are spearmen, the other 2 ranks are swordsmen.


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Re: Group 38 - Carnage at the Gate

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Intro post

As the hags and priestesses of seventh temple of Khaine, left to join their council gathering, an announcement was made to the remaining Druchii. Standing near the temples central gate stood a young Druchii named Venarl. His jet black hair fell to his cheekbones, covering his light blue eyes that watched the crowd gather around the speaker. His uniform was plain, all black save for his prized gold belt and necklace forged with the heads of dragons. Hidden underneath a cape that hung from one shoulder was a silver halberd which he held in a tight grip.

A call had been made by those in war; their battle hungered for greater numbers. It had been decided that the temples forces would supply their strength of arms along with a number of other cities temples. A mixture of emotions coursed through Venarl, as the stark reality of what was about to happen sunk in. He finally had a chance to prove his worth, a chance to leave the limitations of his current post. Yet these feeling quickly faded away as he pictured scenes of death and torture. Doubt spread through his mind but it was too late, all around him people fell in line as they began to march toward the city harbour, towards the vessel that would carry him away towards his new destiny.

Although the voyage was a long one he had some comfort in being gifted with a beautiful sight. An entire unit of witch elves sailed with them. To simply gaze at their beauty was a prize in itself. One of their numbers walked past close enough for him to catch her scent. He watched her walk by, his mind drifted to seeing her in the heart of battle, a sly smile crept along his face. As the hours past the Druchii vessel drifted closer towards the Shadowlands, there other ships had already landed rallying together the full force. Before long the ship that Venarl sailed had also disembarked and joined the rest of the mercenary force. As Venarl stood amongst his kin an order was cried out, they marched for the Griffon Gate.
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Gaelus senses peaked from the stinging sensation he felt over his forehead after he headbutted the elf. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and the motions of the battle move in an almost slow, surreal fashion to his heightened awareness. He saw his instinctual sword lunge dispatch the elf and carry him past the first rank. The initial line was broken and he needed to make sure it stayed this way.

The swordsmen closed on him. Eyes gleaming with self-righteous arrogance. The looks on their faces made Gaelus's blood bubble with hate. He erupted with a roar, sweeping out with the standard, seeking for force those Asur near him way and further increasing the gap in their line to allow other druchii into the melee. Brutal and unforgiving, he laid into them, all of his movements seeking to open up their lines and disrupting their organization and discipline. He sought to be the source of their ire and force them into bad decisions. He taunted, spat at them and mocked them while striking out viciously at those who would succumb to his backhanded words and actions and leave themselves and their comrades unwittingly open.

The enslaved elven children put up more of a fight! Though they bled not quite as much, he said as he mocked one particular elf looking at him. With a mask of hatred the elf struck out at him. Gaelus was prepared and hoped for the strike, with a quick movement he dipped out of the way of the strike. The elf now over balanced for the powerful strike, it was a simple movement to trip him off his feet with the end of his standard.

Gaelus left him on the ground, knowing he was an easy target for his comrades in the melee around him but instead moved to his true target, the elves ranked with him. Their sides now exposed and no longer covered by their rash comrade, Gaelus spun into the gap and delivered two quick strikes to the elves sides before returning to the druchii side of the melee.

To the gate, sons of Nagarythe! Weapons of Khaine! Destory them! Protect the hydra and this day will be ours!

Gaelus will attempt to break apart the ranks of swordsmens' discipline and order by firstly opening the gap he made with his charge and then through taunts/underhanded ruthlessness in order to keep the attention off the hydra.
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As the last ragged breath wheezed out of the bloodied ruin of the Asur's throat, the only sounds for a moment were the rapid drip of blood and the somewhat muted roar of the battle outside. But only for a moment. The wounded warrior's cries for help had not gone unheard and Kirael's keen hearing could discern the sound of at least two booted pairs of feet on the tower stairs. The slender Khainite recovered fast from his trancelike communing with his god and snapped into a defensive posture, his mind whirring over the possibilities.

He needed to convey the knowledge of the map to the Druchii command, far below and half a battlefield away. Tasked with disrupting the enemy force, he had only just begun to do so but with this information, it might be possible to do far more. And there was a way to do this and spill more sacred blood at the same time, if he could be quick enough about it.

Glancing quickly around the room, Kirael snatched up a stray dagger, leaving the doubtless fine and fancy Elven weapons behind. It was not that he did not recognise good craftsmanship, albeit wasted on blades that looked more at home on a ceremonial parade ground than buried in the entrails of an enemy, but he had no need for encumbering extras where he planned to go. Quickly, he shoved the couch the wounded soldier had been lying on in front of the door, the lifeless corpse tumbling off the ruined upholstery with all the grace of a dead slave. Kirael paid it no heed. His only aim was to confound the approaching enemy long enough to get time to rifle through the writing desk before executing the next part of his plan. Quickly snatching up any documents he found, he stuffed them down inside his shirt and ran over to the window, throwing it wide.

As quickly as he could, the pale assassin leapt up onto the windowsill overlooking the outer side of the fortress. Deliberately not trying to obscure the fact that someone had passed this way, he climbed nimbly outside and up. In his mind's eye, he could already see the dismayed Asur coming to the window and looking down. Kirael had no intention of making things that easy.


Kirael will climb out of the window and up, reasoning that the defenders are too involved to notice and that in any case, no-one will be looking straight down over the parapets. Taking advantage of any projecting overhangs to be found anyway, he will wait until the Asur follows his obvious lead (unknown assailant escapes though open window, goes back to join enemy) and then attack from above.
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The shade let loose a sinister smile at the arterial spray from her opponents arm and quickly put an end to the poor elf's suffering, not quite in the manner in which she intended, but still amusing enough. She deftly side-stepped his still animated corpse as it hurtled past her and eyed up her next victim, only the stalwart captain of these defenders seemed none to willing to wait around for his death. Ungodly cur, you only postpone the inevitable!

And so her affable attention fell on the last of the archers, whose existence was soon to be extinguished. Nathra, with gleaming eyes, ran a zig-zag course at the poor Asurii, her sight never leaving his for an instant. She wished to deal with him as soon as possible and kept her wits about her to avoid any arrow that might come her way.

When she was close enough she tip-toed from left to right to keep her opponent guessing, momentarily, before finishing him with a single, decisive swipe.

Nathra is keeping her eyes intent on the Asur anticipating his attack. She will dodge and feint to keep him off guard when she's closed the gap and will try to kill him with a single stroke (whether it be instantaneous or a slow, agonising one).

Afterwards she will loot each of the corpses she has slain, primarily for shurikens but also for anything else of use.
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Re: Group 38 - Carnage at the Gate

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Originally intending to leap towards the archer, to provide two targets for the asur to choose from, however as the female shade leaped forward, Asilah was rather reminded of her failure to support her in the initial attack, that, and she had a captain to catch. She was unaware if the shade had even noticed the elf slip away into the interior of the wall, but she had and they couldn't have the elves pouring out onto the wall, even if they were meant to be a distraction to some extent, she had no plans on dying.

Darting past the two combatants on the wall, Asilah bolted to the door, pulling it open. Unlike the elf she was following, she had no idea as to the interior plan of the construct, but she could still pick up his retreating footsteps, given his head start she wouldn't have long to catch up with him, even so, she ran with both weapons drawn, ready to attack the moment she caught up, or bumped into any other Asur.

Asliah will follow the Asur captain into the wall, hoping to catch up and slay him, but ready to attack any other Asur blocking her path
I'll think of something trivial and amusing eventually

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The three sorceresses had sauntered through the ruins of the outer Griffon Gate, one still clutching the Asur mage’s staff through which the winds of the Aethyr had been distorted for their own goal. Frost clung to the facets of the swirling blue stone mounted on the head of the staff as cold as the smiles that hung on the lips of the three Druchii as they walked through the dead and dying to reach Lord Thaekan. Venarl caught a glimpse of the trio as he pulled his halberd free of the ruined chest of an Asur swordsmen. The temple acolyte as so far remained with the ranks of Khaine, mingling with the Witch Elves and devotees of the Lord of Murder in the slaughter of their pompous kin. Noticing a brief lapse in concentration, a High Elf spearman lunged at him with the tip of his spear aimed at the Druchii’s stomach.


Cade fought through the High Elf ranks with all the hate and strength he could muster. The standard seemed to inspire the elf; not only was it a motivational rallying symbol, it worked well as a weapon, and he certainly made use of it. By this point, the hide of the mage hung in rags from the cross pole and was stained with blood. The warrior knew that if the hydra fell they would have a difficult time of breaking through the Inner Gate. With enough forces they would manage eventually, but it would take time. And that could give the Asur a change to bring in reinforcements. In a dead end like this, he did not wish to find himself in that position. With a cry he rallied the troops, urging them to focus on protecting the hydra. Another Beast Master fell, his back full of arrows, and the monster itself was groaning as the pain of its wounds begun to slow the beast down.

Saulk seethed, the attention of Thaekan upon the rising star of the Druchii battle force. The tables had turned in less than a day, and this he could not tolerate. Hiding his jealousy behind a battle roar, he snarled and charged forward to join Cade and those that fought near him. As he ran over the bodies of the fallen, a dark idea entered his mind. Yes, he would be rid of this upstart.


In the north easterly gate tower, Kirael didn’t waste a moment. He had realised the importance of the map he had found, and knew that it was useless if he didn’t get it to the Command on the battlefield below. Pushing the door to, he blocked it with the chaise longue and hurried to the writing desk. Without even looking, he stuffed a number of documents inside his shirt and opened the window, leaping onto the windowsill as the sound of shouts and banging against the room’s door were heard. This was nothing compared to the sudden roar of the battle below; the chiming of metal as weapons struck each other or armour, shouts of challenges, and roars of anger mixing with cries of pain. The smell of hundreds of fighting bodies mixed with the metallic tang of magic that still hung in the air, and his hair whipped around his face as gusts of wind blew against him from the Annuli mountains to either side of the gate. The warriors below looked like a swirling group of ants.

Arcing his neck back, he planned a route upwards, and picked his way up the window frame to a narrow ledge on the next level. Hanging by his fingertips, he let one foot rest on the top of the window arch below, and waited for heads to appear out of the window below. He waited for the sounds of their approach, straining his ears to hear over the din of battle. It was Kirael who first heard the shrieks of the Great Eagles, come to aid their Asur allies, and craning his head to search out the source of this sound, saw them first as a haze from the mountains to the north east. As the giant birds soared closer to the Gate, he realised the severity of their arrival. There must have been around forty of the majestic creatures.

He nearly missed his opportunity, and only at the sound of a gauntlet scraping on stone did he look below, seeing two Asur peering down from the open window. His heart pounding in his chest, the Assassin let himself fall down for the kill.


On the ramparts near the south westerly tower, Nathra and Asilah closed in for the kill. Zigzagging as she prowled closer to the last archer, she swung her sword about herself in different guards to keep the fool guessing as to her approach of attack. He released his arrow at her throat, which she easily dodged before swiping up with a diagonal swipe from his right hip to his left shoulder. His face became a mask of pain as red blossomed through his clothing from the grievous wound.

Asilah dashed past the pair, following the Captain through the doorway, and after watching her opponent die, Nathra followed suit.

The first room they entered was empty, and it appeared that it had been cleared in a hurry. A bust had been tipped over, the head of some Elven Lord lying sideways on the floor, and broken furniture littered the room. The doorway on the opposite side of the tower was left open, and swung on its hinge, a sliver of light piercing the gloom of the chamber. To the right was a spiral staircase, and chairs and armour stands had been thrown down it to cause an obstruction. Over the roar of the battle below they could not hear any trace of their foes.

Asilah, with weapons drawn, paused as she scanned the room for any sign of the fleeing Captain. At the lack of challengers, she almost seemed disappointed.


Raven – Welcome to the RPG! I’ve placed your character in the general melee, in the rear half of the ranks. He’s fighting with the devotees of the Temple and the Witch Elves. Venarl is under attack by a spearman.


JC – You’ve broken through the ranks and have closed the gap towards the hydra. Saulk is heading over to “lend a hand”.



Syjahel – Kirael clambered up above the window, and has seen a flock of Great Eagles approaching from a distance. At the rate they are approaching, they will be at the Gate in minutes. Kirael has some papers but has not read them yet. He’s on his way to killing two guards who are poking their heads out of the window.

+ 1 throwing dagger, + 3 sealed Asur documents


MG, Zacharius – You can’t see where the Captain has gone. There’s a door opposite onto the central part of the rampart, which is directly over the broken gate. A staircase goes up to the next level.
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It was a quick death for the Asur, probably more than he deserved. Nathra's two-handed swipe glided effortlessly through the pale elf's torso, from hip to shoulder. The blood steamed even as it decorated the rooftop in a glorious spatter. The shade grinned and turned about, ready to follow the Asur commander into the tower. The Khainite woman was already entering through the doorway leaving Nathra no time to loot the corpses of her slain, else she get left behind. And she had an appointment with the cowardly cur which she intended to keep. The commanders fate was all but certain, but who got the pleasure of killing him?

The tower room was in disarray. Nathra entered silently behind the other druchii. "That cowardly bastard, which way did he go?"

Hunting the commander.
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Two score giant eagles, majestic as such birds might be under the proper control of a Beastmaster, could certainly be trouble for the army below. Kirael frowned slightly. He had no doubt that the Sorceresses with the contingent would have noticed their aerial attackers, but he felt the pull of the loyalty indoctrinated in him since birth and he wanted to warn his comrades in arms.

However, he was many feet up an icy castle wall, clinging to the stonework, and in no position to do so unless he suddenly developed the ability to fly, so he forced his disciplined mind back to his present situation and the plan he had put in place. He'd been tasked with disrupting the enemy from within and that was what he was about to do. Or in this case, from without, as soon as someone was predictable enough to look out of the open window.

Soundlessly, he chose his moment to strike, driving his short sword down into the skull of the first Asur, kicking the second in the side of the head to daze him before dealing with him in a similar fashion.


First one then the other, and if successful, either pull them out of the way out of the window, or shove them back inside so he can get back in, after checking if there are more.


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The distinct sense of carnage raged through the air, flowing through the mass of bodies that had amassed around the gate. Anticipation swelled within the young elf Venarl along with other conflicting emotions burning within. Surrounded by a host of witch elves, he felt a strange sense of power. He imagined leading the host himself charging forward to victory, the mere thought was intoxicating. The illusion however was short lived. Cries of terror erupted from all directions along with a mighty roar that was unmistakably the cry of the hydra. The sound was a piercing and terrible cry that would haunt the minds of those who heard it. In the distance a small Asur force headed towards the druchii line, acting in an unusually aggressive manor. Protecting their advance was a small line of archers.

Arrows flew overhead a steady round of fire continued from their longbows. As Venarl surveyed the battle scene looking to his left, he saw a witch elf being struck. The arrow pierced her chest ripping through her bitter heart. As her lifeless body fell to the floor his heart sank. The loss of one of the majestic witches pained him, but it was a loss he was eager to avenge.

Within the chaos of battle a small group of Asur spearmen broke through the Druchii lines, charging towards Venarls position. Light shined on the Asur armour, glittering for a split second before mighty spears were eagerly thrust towards their ancient foes with almost effortless agility. Within an instant Venarl and the witch elves that surrounded him, darted forwards eager for battle. One of the elves had his sight set upon Venarl the instant he saw him. His halberd was brought up high into the air before being plunged down with great force meeting his enemies shield. Their eyes met for an instant, trading looks of hatred that burnt like flames. The spear was quickly brought down stabbing at Venarls stomach, but the strike was swiftly dogged, followed by a swift left strike that was parried. With a burst of anger another heavy strike came from the mighty warrior as the halberd was brought down upon the shield for a second time. Its force knocked it from the high elves hand, the impact forcing him to the ground.

Nearby another witch elf stumbled, Venarl dived grabbing her before she hit the ground. As he pulled her towards him another arrow shot by flying past both of their faces. The maidens face was a mixture of anger and relief. In another split second the spearmen came back for his second attack swinging his spear wildly from left to right aiming both at Venarl and the witch. The blade sliced the young elf’s shoulder as he recoiled slightly and hissed from the pain, he held onto the spear struggling to keep it from making another attack. This gave his newly found ally a chance to strike at the high elfs thigh cutting deeply. As the spearmen fell a sadistic smile swept over Venarls face as he decapitated his foe in one foul swoop. Breathing heavily Vernal charged forward meeting his next foe the sound of frenzied maidens singing in his ears.
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The gap closed to the hydra. If they could be in place to guide it to the gate, the Asur forces would melt before their Druchii might. If the hydra fell, they might still carry the day, but the invasion force would likely be far too battered to continue inland. That's it! Keep moving! Guide the beast to the gates! Protect the remaining beastmasters!, he cried while nonchalantly ending an ambitious elves life with a casual backhanded swipe.

He looked up and saw his former Sergeant Saulk on the approach. Reinforcements, splendid!, he thought to himself. Though there was something in Saulks eye that didn't sit well with Gaelus. Maybe it was because he was staring straight at him and seemed to have no eyes for the battle but him. This made the hairs on the nape of his neck stand on end. With a grunt he called out again, Our knight commander approaches to assist! Guide him to help on the other side of the hydra!

Gaelus will continue to try to get the hydra to the gate
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Re: Group 38 - Carnage at the Gate

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Nathra had hurried inside the tower-room in pursuit of the fleeing Asur Captain. On the heels of Asilah, she had questioned her companion-in-arms, but had received no reply. Time was fleeting, and so was their quarry. “I have no time for this indecisiveness! You go outside, I’ll make my way upwards.” Frustrated and hungry for another kill, the lithe shade snarled impatiently and nimbly leaped over the makeshift barricade of broken furniture blocking the spiral staircase, her harpy-wing cloak billowing behind her. The stone steps appeared unmanned, yet there were sounds above, and she crouched as she ascended, preparing to strike.


Asilah, prompted by Nathra’s cue, nodded and took the door on the far side of the room. Shoving it all the way open, she stepped outside and viewed the scene. Two dozen dead Asur lay slumped against the wall in a heap. Covered in frost, it appeared that they had succumbed to the fell storm that the sorceresses had raised. An eagle claw bolt thrower stood unmanned facing the plain outside the gates, glistening with ice, whilst its crew were frozen as they had worked, one still with a bolt in his hands. There was no sign of the Asur Captain here, but the gate to the second tower lay ahead. Would she continue onwards, or return to help Nathra?


Kirael frowned at the sight in the skies. Growing nearer every minute, the eagles were heading straight for the gates. Wasting no time, he thrust his sword into the first High Elf’s skull, kicking the second elf in the head before finishing him too. With a careful swing of his legs, he dropped onto the ledge, landing on the slumped back of one of the slain elves hanging limply out of the arched window. Sliding back through the window, he hauled the bodies up and out, in case anyone else came in. Then again, there wasn’t much point. After his grand entrance, the splatters of blood and shattered furniture did little to hide the fact that the tower was now under attack.

Something was wrong. The troops below seemed oblivious of the incoming reinforcements, and none seemed to have noticed what was rapidly approaching. He had to get to the Command Group, and fast.


Between the base of the outer gate and the Command Group, Venarl and the Temple's forces battled against their gentle cousins. Seemingly, they were not so gentle when armed with swords and spears. Venarl was doing all he could to protect the maibds, yet their lack of armour made them vulnerable despite their speed and agility. The frenzied witches bathed in the blood of their enemies, fuelling their attacks with hate and righteous zeal as they hacked at the Asur with their poisoned knives. A spear bit into Venarl's shoulder, and in reply he swung out, hacking off the head of his enemy with a clean strike. Another cloud of arrows rained down from the skies. The marble pavestones beneath his feet was becoming slippery with gore, blood pooling in the cracks between each stone. It reminded him of Har Ganeth.

The Temple forces slowly edged forwards. Each High Elf slain meant that they could advance closer towards the inner gate. He could see the General and his retinue a few yards ahead. The sorceresses had joined the Command Group, easily clearing a path through the High Elves. Their powers were now focussed on lashing out on any that came too close to the General, and hisses of dhar could be heard over the commotion of battle. Forward, ever forward. But what of the rear?


High in the south westerly tower, the Asur Commander calmly closed the door as a panicked Captain reported on the losses below. Behind him on a pedestal stood a glowing orb which lit the room with a soothing light. “Take a seat, Rhanadal. Here, some wine.”

“My lord, we have no time for this… the gate has fallen, at this rate the inner gate shall be breached within the hour…”

“Will it now?” smiled the Commander, handing the bloodied Captain a silver goblet.

The Captain looked at his lord, his fine armour still clean, and bitterly took a gulp from his cup. So many losses below, so much death, and here was this noble sat in his tower drinking wine. “With all respect, my lord, it will. We had not the numbers nor the time to reinforce the second gate with troops. All efforts were focussed on the outer gate, as per your command.” He replied, barely able to conceal the anger in his voice.

“What if I were to tell you, they were meant to breach the gate?” The Commander replied. The Captain stared at him questioningly, his face asking the question why. “So much sacrifice, yet it must be done to convince our foes that they have the upper edge. We needed to lure them in.”

“You mean..?”

“Yes. Even the battle in the Shadowlands was meant to fill them with false confidence. Why else would we have let them ford the Naganthe without resistance. Help is on its way.”

The Captain followed the Commander’s gaze towards the window, where he could see a black cloud in the skies. As he focussed, the elf noticed that it was moving, getting closer… “Eagles, my lord?!”

“Indeed so. I have another trick up my sleeve.”

“Oh?” the Captain replied, gulping down the wine to ease his nerves.

“Our visitors have not yet been tested against the Nagarythi. The signal has been given.” He added, glancing at the orb. “The Druchii are bloodthirsty and greedy. If they want to please the Bloody Handed God I shall let them. He cares not whose blood is spilled in his name. I imagine after today, he shall be very pleased indeed.”


“Good work.” Saulk shouted as he approached Cade. He dodged to his right as a spear was thrust at him, and hamstringed an Asur fighting a mercenary corsair before stabbing his original attacker in the throat. “I got bored back there, I wouldn’t want you taking all the credit for the advance now…” he grinned, more malice in the smile than should be normal for a Druchii of his talents.

At Cade’s orders, a half dozen mercenaries boxed themselves around Saulk, much to the elf’s annoyance. This would make things more difficult. “I am grateful for your care. We’ll have that gate down in no time.”

He gestured to the hydra who although heavily wounded, was now nearly within spitting distance of the outer gate. It only had to survive for long enough to smash through that marble.



MG – In light of Zacharius not posting I’ve had to godmode things along a bit. I’ve sent Nathra upstairs, she’s ascending at the moment. There is a room directly above the room you entered, then another 2 levels before the top of the tower. Nathra can hear voices from above. Hint – the Asur Commander himself is at the very top of this tower.

Zacharius – Asilah has gone through the opposite door to the tower and is in the battlement area between the two towers straddling the gateway itself. She can carry on in to the next tower, or return to help Nathra.

Syjahel – Kirael is back in the tower. The Command Group is now in the further half of the battlefield, heading towards the second gate. He will have to use cunning, stealth, or violence to get to them as quickly as he can.

Raven – Your group are making progress forwards. It seems the High Elves are starting to make heavy losses. Another volley of arrows is coming down towards your group.

JC – Good move ;-) The guard on Saulk has scuppered his first scheme which was to shoot at Cade whilst his attention was elsewhere. He’s going to have to try something else now. The hydra is nearly upon the gate.



((OOC – All – I’m aware things have been pretty slow of late, so I am trying to pick the pace up a bit so we can move on to the next chapter. I will try to get 2 Mod posts a week done – can you keep up?))
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Re: Group 38 - Carnage at the Gate

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Indignant that an answer to her poignant question was not quickly forthcoming, Nathra quickly made a decision for them. She set off through the doorway and headed up the spiral stairs. Chances were the other female would only slow her down and the khainite didn't seem quite as stealthily able as Nathra was, so perhaps her decision was for the best.

The shade padded quickly and silently up the stone stairs - if they were made of wood she'd have been a bit more cautious, creeks and groans being liable to inform any guards that someone was approaching. Thankfully, she made good progress and was next to another door in almost no time at all. Here she halted to listen, she had heard slight noises as she ascended the stairs, though was uncertain of their source, there was nothing so obvious as to tell her for definite that guards resided within.

She was more than certain, however, that there was at least one guard, perhaps even two or three. If the commander had fled this way he would station guards to mask his retreat and to kill or delay anyone following him, that was the sensible thing to do. Or, perhaps, he hadn't, and if he hadn't then he also had not anticipated this outcome, if that was the case, then he was in all likelihood, an idiot. Nathra crouched behind the door, her sword undrawn, and prepared a shuriken to throw.

Nathra will pause and wait a few moments to listen for any indications that guards are in the next room - breathing, creaks of floorboard etc. She won't wait for long. When she does enter it will be as quickly as possible, probably booting the door open (if there are actually guards within), mentally mapping the position of the guard(s) then diving to a 'safe' spot in the room to throw her shuriken, then possibly another before assaulting someone. The hall way is far too cramped a space for her to show off her acrobatic talents!
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Re: Group 38 - Carnage at the Gate

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Gaelus nodded to Saulk. Agreed, old friend. Let's finish this before we're caught out here. You protect the left flank of the beast and I'll organize the right.. With that, Gaelus left the his former Sergeant to his duties and rallied the mercanaries near him to protect the right flank of the great warbeast. Though it was terribly wounded, it was mere yards from the gate proper. It just needed to reach it before its corrosive blood, breath and immense bulk could breach the gate and allow the army passage out of this killing field.

Tactically in line with the mercenaries, he tried to organize their strikes and movements so the Asur were forced away from the hydra. Alternating between sword and handbow, he placed himself in the line where he was needed most, motivating and speaking of Druchii glory as he did so to uplift those around him.

A flicker in the light caused him to look up. Small winged specks in the distance flitted in the air. A cold chill ran down Gaelus' spine and he was certain it was not the Sorceress's doing. If the gate did not fall quickly, he reckoned they were in for a torrid time. At that thought, where was the Asur commander? Lothern surely wouldn't place a coward at their most oft-assaulted gate. These thoughts caused unease in his mind. He hoped that his own Lord-general had the cunning to notice these changes. Just to be certain, he grabbed a lithe young mercenary. Report to the lord general that the hydra is nearly at the gate. Also, it appears we're about to have some company, he said pointing to the skies, I know not where the Asur commander is, but I suspect this might be to some sort of trickery. Tell the Lord Thaeken of my suspicions. MOVE!.

He turned once again and joined the fray. A grim look of determination on his face.

Gaelus will organize with Saulk the defense of the hydra, engage in battle and attempt to warn the general of the oncoming reinforcements
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Re: Group 38 - Carnage at the Gate

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It was a grim surprise to the assassin that his companions in arms were so caught up in the bloodshed that they would not notice something so perilous. With a muttererd oath he took in the situation for a moment, choosing his path to the command group he could see orchestrating what was about to become a bloody debacle. There was no time for lengthy contemplation.

The side of the battle nearest the Hydra was not a choice. The great beast could as easily turn into a rampaging engine of destruction for it own side if something went wrong there, as it had been known to do despite the handling of the beastmasters. An odd bunch. Kirael surveyed the corpse-scattered approach and decided that he could use the litter of the dead to his advantage. Whereas it would have been his preferred method to take the way he'd chosen to infiltrate the castle, there was no longer time for this. Snatching up the slightly bloody cloak of one of his Asur victims, and arming himself with the fanciest sword in the room, he wrapped his Khainite black up in the oppressively cheery swathe of blue, white and gold and began to let himself down from the window.

His plan was direct, but with an element of subterfuge. He would take a path through the Asur lines, using the corpses of the dead as cover if he needed to, using the disguise to ease his pasage - after all, one more reinforcement would only be welcomed and he should - if he didn't take too long over it - pass easily enough as an Asur for a brief glance. Kirael had no intention of taking long over it. Once he was close enough to the Druchii lines to risk being shot at, he would drop the cloak. From there it was a matter of slitting throats and stabbing backs until he reached his own troops and could start spreading the news of the attack from the skies.


Kirael wants to use a disguise to get himself far enough past the Asur lines to have a chance to warn his own forces. If he can, he wants to go direct to command, warning them of reinforcements on the way. He would strat by telling the rank and file, but this might just cause panic - battlefields need to be managed from a command point.
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Re: Group 38 - Carnage at the Gate

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As The Druchii swarmed forward another volley of arrows came soaring through the sky willed on by the archers who hungered for their steel to meet flesh. The Asur’s previous attack had been somewhat underwhelming, their second however, was a very different matter. Out of the twenty arrows that were fired, fourteen met their target. A rush of pain rang through Venarl’s body as an arrow pierced the upper part of his chest. He staged wavering as he fell to the floor with a gasp. Within moments a dark shadow swept over him as a nearby captain looked down upon him. With no hint of sympathy upon his face, the captain grabbed the arrow with a firm grip and ripped it from his chest. As the arrow was flung from sight the captain bent down to Venarl grabbing him by the scruff of his cloak.

“Get up I you scum, will not tolerate weakness in my regiment!”
His words were meant to breathe determination to the rest of the force, as the captain tried in vain to keep his force from descending into madness. Venarl felt a flash of anger wash over him as he pushed himself free of the captain’s grip before swinging his blade low leaving a deep gash in the captain’s leg. Through clenched teeth the young elf watched his victim fall and heard his cries of pain.

The sound of screaming witch elves rose up as they charged with lightning speed towards the archers that had begun to fire at will. Some of their number where true to their immense speed and skill. Elegantly dodging through the darts in a strange dance of war. Other were shot down and killed instantly, where as others suffered less fatal wounds.
While the witch elves fought, Venarl looked down upon his captain in disgust.

“I am no scum, and I am not weak you vile cut throat I am a son of Khaine and we are a breed of strength and beauty”
Members of the city guard rushed to the captain baring steel towards Venarl.

“You are lucky we fight traitor as I would have cut your throat were you stand! You better hope you die in all of this because when we meet again you shall pay dearly for your deeds”

Venarl flashed a cruel smile breathing heavily and picking picking up the spear of the fallen Druchii captain.
“I look forward to meeting you again you foolish sycophant”

He watched them drag the wounded elf away before turning his attention towards the battle. Aiming the spear across his shoulder, he sent it flying towards the nearest Asur soldier as it sank into the elf’s back. Picking up his Halberd he took long swift strides to help finish off the remaining archers. As he advanced forward with the small group that surrounded him, he felt an unease as the adrenaline that pumped through his body wavered. As he considered his actionsa thought occurred to him. Save for his brothers and sister of Khaine any Druchii could have turned upon him in an instant overtaken by the lust of battle. And now he had made himself ay enemy of the city’s guard. In that moment he suddenly felt painfully vulnerable.
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