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    The Seige Of Versalies

    Ive been feeling lately to right just some kick ass stories about the warhammer world. Im sure alot of you have seen my previous works of brettonnia and wood elves. Hopefull this is just as good if not better, tell me what you think.

    The tolling of the warning bells resounded throught the town of Versalies, drowing out the sounds of the screaming populace at least for a few seconds. Dodging around a women frantically pulling her children behind her Gwayne silently viewed the scene of chaos unfolding around him. Spread out behind him the other fifity men at arms under his command pushed through the screaming teeming mass of civlians toward their position on the stone wall around the large town. The term everyone for himself seemed to be in effect as people were trampled nearly to death in panic and as small fights broke out spreading like wildfire as each person seeked to get into the saftey of the keep first. Relecting grimly Gwayne realized that a good deal of panic came from the invaders reputaion for slaughter and touture. The warriors of the north had come bringing many of their allies in tow.

    Gwayne had fought for this city and Bretonnia ever since he could weild a sword. At the age of twenty three he was young to be leading a squad, but everyman under him respected him. He had fought the invaders from the north many times, but never in this many numbers. How they had passed by the city of Arnau and the knights stationed their he had no idea. A rider had been sent out to tell them of their plight, but Gwayne had a sickening feeling that he hadnt got through. Looking over his shoulder he yelled as loud as he could through the chaos towards the green and white clad men-at-arms "double time it to the wall, move!" They needed to be in position before the assault was launched. Pushing though the paniced throng he and his squad final hit the peremiter wall steps and hurried up it. Moving to his position Gwayne looked out towards the enemy and felt his heart die in his breast.

    There were thousands of them. Rank upon rank of fur clad barbarians roaring and fighting amongst each other eagerly seeking the battle before them. Among them a head taller then the men strode as many beastmen howling and waving their weapons mockingly at the city walls. Ladders were scatterd all amongst the horde and several carried torches no doubt to set fire to the buildings within. Several large beastemn carried between them a large heavy wooden battering ram rougly shaprpened into a point. Banners of all kinds flew over the army the most sickening being a mans skin stretched between two poles. Through all the shoting Gwayne heard a sickening chant ,"Blood for the blood god, skulls for the skull throne." But what filled Gwayne with the most dread were the hundred or so black armour clad warriors in the center led by a champion in blood red armour. The red clad giant's sword was covered in red runes that flashed when he raised the blad high and directed it at the wall.

    With a wordless howl the army surged forward. Beastmen and men alike trampling comrades to death who fell in their haste to reach the wall. Along the wall few hundred archers and crossbowman trained there weapons on the fast approaching horde, the red arnoured champion and his retuine held back letting their minons screen their approach. The shout of "fire!," resounded along the wall and arrows and crossbow bolts scythed into the front runners taking scores of them down. But they kept coming, unphased by the amount of casualties. The archers quckly sent off another volley as the crossbowman struggled to reload their weapons. Howiling the horde drew even closer, so close Gwayne could pick out every detail on their frothing faces. The few norse archers loosed a volley at the parapets finding their mark only with a few arrows. Ladders were quickly being put up along the wall already with beastmen and men swarming up them. A ladder clacked up against the wall right in front of Gwayne and he severed the head of the beastmen climbing up it in a shower of black blood. The lifeless body toppled aside only to be replaced by another snarling foe.

    Along the wall the fighting grew chaotic as more and more enemies found footholds on the wall. Many ladders were pushed off the walls but as fast as men could push them off there were more being put up. With a resounding thud the battering ram hit the gates. Ducking a swing from an axe weilding barbarian Gwayne drove his blade through his gut blocking the swing of another's club with his shield. Spinning around pulling the blade from the dying mans stomach he brought it around and sliced it through his other attackers hamstring. With a howl of pain the barbarian fell only to have his scream cut short as Gwayne plunged his blade into his heart. Looking up Gwayne saw the flash of a black iiron blade slicing towards his head. throwing himself backwards Gwayne tried to avoid the blade but failed as the tip sliced across his forehead. Slamming on his back Gwayne tried to wipe the blood that clogged his vision. Lashing out blindly with his sword he felt a sickening thunk and the squelch of a limb being severed. Finally shaking the blood from his sight he saw a beastmen on its back mouth open in a soundless scream as he saw Tramien remove his blade from its throat. "Almost got you there." he said jokingly helping Gwayne to his feet before engaging yet another barbarian who had clambered over the walls. Another loud thud was heard along with the crack of splintering wood. With a sinking heart Gwayne knew the gate wouldnt hold much longer. He didt have time to dwell though as he began he threw himself into the conflict once more.

    Jordeth was pleased. Soon the gate would fall and his followers would be able to spill the blood of the populace for the blood god and offer their souls to his glorious name. It had been a long journey, especially after the army had to avoid that large city they had past. The idea of dying in an orgy of destruction was appealing to Jordeth, but he wanted to continue to live and offer more blood to his god for years to come. As soon as his warriors breached the walls it would be over. He would have to let the barbarians have their women of course, it had been a long journey with no loving company. Once satisfied their souls would be offered to the blood god as well, an alter built in the cursed blessed lady's temple. Raising his rune blade over his head he shrieked at the battering ram holders "make ziss the final stroke!!" The runes on his blade grew red as he called on the swords power. The eyes of the beastmen grew a more violent shade of red and they seemed to grow massively in a second. With a howl they charged the gates. Jordeth laughed out loud as the gates were smashed inward. The minions of darkness were in the city.

    Gwayne ran down the parapets steps as the shouts of "the gate is breached!!," echoed along the wall and courtyard. Already screams and yells were intensifying as the chaos worshipers fell on the halbedierers guarding the cortyard. Leaping from the final few steps Gwayne ran towards the orgy of fighting as the men at arms were driven back by the overwhelming numbers. What few men left under his command and himself threw themselves into the enemies left flank killing several before attention was brought to them. The chaos advance ground to a halt before the gate as the bretonnians were able to kill as many that were coming through the gate, just barely. Suddenly the clear note of a horn went up and reinforcements poured forward towards the battle at the gateway. Fresh troops and conscript citzens threw themselves into battle with a determination rarely seen. Decapitating a beastman and running threw a spear weilding barbarian Gwayne felt the smallest twinge of hope fill him. All that vanished when The red armoured champion came threw the gateway.

    Like a wall of iron he and his retuine smashed into the line of bretonnians and ripped through them like paper. Where they went men died. Sword and halbedier blades bounced off their armour, the weilders dying from their counterstroke. A flurry of crossbow bolts impacted against their line and a few of them fell, not enough to turn the tide. With their leader in their midst the host of chaos fell upon the humans driving them back leaving a trail of slain and the maimed. An air of dismay fell upon the humans as they were driven back towards the gate of the keep. Gwayne ducked a spiked club and slashed his blade across the beastmans throat causing black blood to spurt out of the wound and the beastman fell back thrashing in its death throes. Gwayne killed mechanically, taking down every chaos scum standing against him. Severing the head of a barbarian and crushing the windpipe of another with his shield Gwayne looked up into the face of the red armoured champion. With a casual flick of his wrist the red runed sword swung towards Gwayne's head. Bringing his shield up just in time he saw the black metal slice through his shield, dropping it quickly Gwayne returned a slash to the chaos lords leg but his armoured greaves were more then a match for his blade. Drawing his blade up the red armoured deamon brought his blade in a downward stroke, Gwayne barely getting his blade up in time. With a resounding clang his blade snapped but the parry worked, the tip of the chaos lords sword only tearing the helmet off his head.

    Jordeth grinned wickedly behind his helm amused at the efforts the weakling was trying to kill him. He swung his sword easily to the side slashing across the bretonnians chest causing bright red blood to flow from the wound. The man with a grunt rolled to the side and picked up another mans fallen blade Fool he thought, no mere metal blade could stand up to his. Stroding casually forward he swung his sword again this time meaning to skewer the human. But he apparently knew his sword couldnt face his blade either. Feinting to the side the human dodged his blade and swung with all his force into Jordeths helmet. The blow actually brought stars to his eyes and he tasted copper in his mouth but the helm held. Astonished that a mere human could affect him so Jordeth stopped playing with his prey.

    He brought every move he knew against the young bretonnian but the youth avoided every stab and thrust, using the body filled courtyard to his avantage. Twice Jordeth had been manouvered into killing one of his own black clad bodyguard but he did not care. Nothing would keep him from this human. He drove him back into the chruch of the lady where a few men exchanged blows with beastman and barbarian alike. He drove the human back until he was pinned against the cursed alter. Seeing he couldnt run anymore with mad roar he swung the blade with all his might meaning to sever the cursed mans head from his shoulders.

    Gwayne saw the blade fly towards him and knew he couldnt dodge it. Stumbling back he feel over the body of a fallen men-at-arms and landed on his back with a thud. The blade sang inches above were he once stood. Gwayne struggled to rise as he saw the blade come down again. He rolled to the side and the blade smashed through the stone of the altar, slivers cutting him across the face. "Lady help Me!," he cried in his head. Frantically Gwayne searched for a weapon before he could strike again and saw a hilt sticking out from the alter where the chaos lords blade had struck. Without pausing Gwayne tore the blade from the altar and swung it with all his might against the chaos lords black blade with a resounding smash like the tolling a huge bell the swords met, and to both their astonishments the chaos champions blade shattered.

    Jordeth was stunned. He had just lost the weapon and symbol of his power. Even now he began to feel his strength weaken and his grip on his followers splinter. But he didnt have to contimplate long as he watched the flashing silver blade glide toward him and sever his head. Even as his life drained away a mad laughing filled his ears along with the chant "blood for the blood god, skulls for the skull throne"......

    Screaming filled the air but not from any bretonnian. Beastmen and chaos barbarians alike were tearing at their faces and bodies covering themselves in their blood before dying. Outside Gwayne could hear and see evidence of the same thing. He glanced down at the blade and gasped. The metal was the brightest and smoothest he had ever seen, shinging bright silver. The hilt was golden but wrapped with plain black leather. Set in it was one glittering saphire shinging royal blue. But that was not what made him gasp. Along the blade were runes shinging blue but eve as he watched he saw the colors fade as the chaos lord died. He turned and looked up at the staind glass portrait of the lady of the lake then back to the sword. "Thank you Blessed Lady," he said under his breath and calmly walked towards the entrance. of the chapel.

    Outside men-at-arms strode among the dead chaos army staring in wonderment at astonishment at their sudden demise. Then as one their gazes were directed at Gwayne and the blade he carried. With shock and awe filling their eyes they calmly fell to their knees. Gwayne stood puzzled, "why where they looking at me like that?" The populace was cautiously coming out of the keep now...and they too stopped and kneeled before him when the saw what he carried as he stood on the chapel steps. He watchedr a priest calmly approached him and said "My lord, where did you get that blade?" Gwayne thought before answering carefully "The lady answered my prayers for help." The priest nodded as if confirming something before he said "My lord that is the blade of Herning Shadowstriker...a renowned champion of Bretonnia, and you have found his blade," he said with awe. "You must have shown uncanny faith in the lady to find this...it has been missing more than a hundred of years." As Gwayne stared astonished his gaze shifted and he fell to his knees as the lord Lecharus approached him. The old man saying calmly "you saved us from slaugher and kept the north secure," he said calmly. The ancient lord drew his sword and place it on both of his shoulders in cerimonial order. By the light of the lady i herby you name Lord Gwayne of the House of Versailes, protector and defender of the north. You are now a knight, and champion of light to us all," he intowned. Gwayne raised his head and calmly replied "by the light of the lady i shall serve." The runes on his blad flashed once, and his destiny was sealed.

    Tell me what you think! If you like it i will right more about this series, or if u want give me some ideas and i will put them into a story thanks!!!!!


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    It's great. It really is. It's some of the best fiction I've seen posted on here. Thanks for sharing.
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    Quote Originally Posted by DavidVC04 View Post
    It's great. It really is. It's some of the best fiction I've seen posted on here. Thanks for sharing.

    Ditto

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    Best story iv'e seen posted on here great descriptions
    I can be 2 things at once.
    Gods gift to the world, and his biggest mistake

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    My only tip would be to break the passages into more paragraphs. The larger ones can be taxing to readers.
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