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Alright, so me and friend wrote this report for a battle we had, i know we forgot lots of stuff, and i also know Chaos Spawns don't have regeneration, but for the sake of coolness, it was better then saying he couldn't hit the dang thing. This is also 5 1/5 MS word pages or 3192 words.
Character introduction is white highlighable text, incase your not into that.
Slyvania always had a dreary yet elegant quality to it. Gnarled and bleeding trees stood looking over the many towns and settlements of the vampires. The ground was always grey of constant necromancy and a veil of death overcastted the land. A certain liking to this place was only to the vampires of Von Carstein. They lived this way for centuries among centuries.
Nathaniel was sent out for a routine check-up on a report of chaos energies. Nathaniel thought it was just some amateur necromancer testing his abilities. Though it was in the Eerie downs where hardly any one of rank travels so far north of Sylvania. That would be the only probable clause to send Nathaniel out here.
He wasn’t a very powerful Vampire. His only notable feature would be his spectral form. Which he stumbled across an accursed blade deep in the Von Carstein secrets. The curse turned him into a spectral form, making him an ethereal. His family ties to any royalty of vampires are consisted of twists, turns, and some family members thrice removed. It was his silver tongue and wit that got him a position within the Von Carstein army. His powers are limited and he only just begun his vampire arts. This in turn caused the Von Carstein army to send an experienced necromancer to join his army as a advisor. If there really were chaos powers, then they would take no chances with a vampire whelp.
Vysarji was this necromancer. Nathaniel didn’t trust him. Something about him made Nathaniel feel on edge. And everything he did only fed his suspicion to Vysarji’s treachery.
While on the trail to the vein that was part of the river running through the Eerie downs, the long-time companion of Nathaniel, Graveclaw strode next to him. He was a Varghulf. A strigoi vampire who got so engulfed in the animalistic tendencies of a Strigoi he became hardly reminiscent to that of a vampire and more so resembled a giant bat. Nathaniel was always grateful for his presence both on and off the field. He was a formidable fighter and very wise from centuries of combat.
Nathaniel considered him a friend regardless of whatever the Varghulf thought of him. Its saved his life many times before and it was almost as though they thought on the same wavelength. No matter, Nathaniel was alone in this. His small gaggle of what he and the little help the necromancer had summoned was strolling mindlessly along the path. Following the will of he and Vysarji. Whatever lay ahead of them Nathaniel was sure to take care of it swiftly.
The chaos band was marching the path to Sylvania. While marching, Lilith was pleased to see the amount of chaos wrought upon by her marauders. A vampire turned chaos, which was rare enough. She turned to chaos to get vengeance against the one who labeled her an outcast. She had a lot of hatred. Hatred for the vampire who alienated her. Hatred for the Von Carsteins for doing nothing about it. Hatred for the Blood Dragons for out casting her. But most of all, Hatred for the Lahmians for not accepting her into their arms. She was elegant enough. At the time, she was Average height, athletically built and able to adapt to any combat situation. If only it were that easy. When she was outcasted by the very Blood Dragon who trained and turned her, she challenged him to a duel. She fought well, but his experience shone through. She escaped with a scar running from the top left of her forehead and ran down to her right hip.
Her second in command, Nirya was walking beside her observing the destruction.
The first time they met was in an unlikely circumstance for them to be allied now. It was at one of the many balls that Lilith threw. Sometimes for pleasure, other times to satiate her bloodlust if the need ever arose. The latter was the case here. Lilith took a quick liking to Nirya and wished to turn her into a vampire herself. Since she held no hate for the girl, she gave her a choice. The friendship quickly turned awry when she declined. They fought, but Nirya escaped with naught but a few scrapes to a magic college within the Empire. Many betrayals turned her too to the ruinous powers of chaos.
They met a second time in the North when Lilith stumbled across a camp that Nirya was staying in. They spotted each other and realized they had more in common than was first realized. This quickly turned into the alliance they now share in service of the chaos gods. Nirya always had a knack for magics beyond Lilith’s understanding. She knew vampiric powers, yes. But she quickly forbade any links to her vampire lineage in understand that the chaos gods were all powerful and ultimately greater. Nirya was able to tap into the winds of chaos and created a mindless mass of pure chaos. It stumbled along and Lilith wasn’t even sure if it had any idea of self awareness. It was created only to kill. Thoughts of the spawn brought here to their champion.
She glanced at him who was standing behind the two ever vigilant girls. Lilith never really took a liking to him. Nirya was the only one who knew anything of what he thought. He used to be a chosen of chaos. A great warrior with his own band. Him and Lilith’s band both fought in the chaos wastes. Lilith’s band won and as the champion was dying, Nirya tapped into the Chaos winds to wipe his mind of anything but servitude to them and them alone. In doing so, she removed his face. Nothing but smooth skin was there now. He never held expression or showed any sign of independent thought. This worried Lilith but she trusted Nirya could keep him under control.
It was the next sight that forced her blood to boil. A bridge that she herself crossed to escape Sylvania and make her way to the Northern wastes. Not only did she seen the well known bridge, but also the hordes of the undead loyal to their masters and the Von Carstein. A battle will be fought here, and they would win.
Each army took their sides on the bridge. Banners waving in the calm. The marauders clanging weapons against weapons and breastplates. Rabid yells and cheering from the marauders was the only thing breaking the veil of silence that the vampire force seemed to use as their only defense against the sheer psychological attack the chaos was bringing. Only two men in the army of the undead would be susceptible to any kind of awareness and shift of the battle.
The three leaders of the chaos army strode forth through the ranks, four strong each standing abreast to the bridge. The cheering and shouts only got louder with the presence of their leaders. They maintained their silence as each sized up the enemy army. The undead minions stood in perfect silence except perhaps the silent humming of a few zombies. They were still in the column formation that Nathaniel decided to take on during the trip. He looked up to see different winds of magic clashing in the sky. Various hues of reds and purples ran into one another and arcs of purple lighting jumped from point to point.
Each army began their slow march towards each other. The zombies shambled forwards with skeletons following suit in a more organized manner. Graveclaw took the right flank when he saw the leader join ranks with the right most band of marauders. Vysarji stood beside Nathaniel. He hadn’t said a word the entire way down. Not until the beginning of the battle when the Chaos army began to march forth. The leaders seemed to keep their individual units in order, whereas the chaos spawn and marauder horsemen charged forth furiously.
“Something is amiss in the winds” The necromancer said. Nathaniel was a little taken aback by him. He had a strong build for a spell caster and his voice was strong and deep. He stroked his thinning goatee observing the enemy movements, though to Nathaniel there was really nothing to observe. Mindless chaos was nothing to Vampires.
“I see nothing in the winds. Only victory for me and strong chaos corpses to further bolster my ranks.”
“Do not be so quick to judge them. They are chaos and more is assisting them in this battle than just axes and an abomination. The winds of my magic and theirs are mixing. It will be a battle of arms and minds.”
“You worry about your mind tricks and I will worry about my blade meeting their flesh.”
At that the young vampire strode forth with his army. Vysarji watched a black blanket of wicked sorcery engulf two zombies. He had to think. Zombies are just zombies and he could raise more at any time, it would take a skilled spell caster to interrupt him in doing so. He too strode forth to further observe the battle.
Lilith looked back at Nirya tapping into the chaos energies. She obliterated a couple zombies which wasn’t really worth much. She knew many more would come from this battle and it would be hard fought.. But with the blessings of chaos, they would win. As the armies drew closer, her men began into a slow jog.
The first encounter took place at the center of the bridge. Horsemen plowed into a wall of lifeless flesh. The Marauders have seen far worse than a few mindless rotting zombies and nothing would stop them from pleasing their gods. A zombies were trampled under the might of the horses as a battle ensued. Nathaniel ordered the skeletons to break the column and take the right and left extreme flanks. Right then, he heard a horrifying screech hurl a blood curdling battle cry as it ran into a horde of zombies. It tore and ripped rotting flesh hanging from what was left of the bones of the walking corpses. Limbs and parts were tossed into the air by it.
As another horde of zombies were met by Lilith and her marauders, Nathaniel ordered a charge by his skeleton horde into the horsemen. The other skeleton horde took the left side of the bridge to hold off another group of marauders being led by the faceless champion.
Lilith weaved herself in and out of the horde’s attacks and feeble attempts to harm her in any way. When one zombie tried to grab at her, two died in its place. Her Blade of Blood dashed left and right crumbling zombie after zombie. Her marauders shouting at her actions and further pressing the attack. She caught a glimpse of one of her men being dragged down and torn apart by the seemingly endless wave of zombies. It would be a long battle indeed.
Meanwhile, energies of another kind were hard at work. Vysarji and Nirya were at a battle of minds. She was as a skilled in the magic arts as he. When a spell was thrown it would be countered, and the next would be brought forth tenfold. As their minds warred the winds in the skies grew more violent. Nirya and Vysargi both knew they would be drained at the end of this day.
Nathaniel was busy managing his troops. With three ensued in combat and one ready to move forth, he would have no reserves and would need to rely on the old necromancer for backup if needed. He and Graveclaw locked eyes. He only needed to nodded and the Varghulf let out a terrifying howl and ran forwards at the commanding squad.
Lilith was busy dispatching her fifteenth zombie when she saw it. A huge cross breed of a werewolf and bat smashed into her right flank. Flinging bodies in the air and ripping them in two. Lilith’s men wouldn’t hold against such a beast and matters had to be dealt with herself. She began to work her way towards the beast.
Nathaniel saw his first squad of zombies crumbled and finished off by the spawn. He turned and called back to Vysarji. Vysarji saw the chaos spawn sprinting through the smashed ranks of the zombies. He called upon the ancient arts and felt undead energies whirling within. But as he tried to reanimate more corpses and shock and terrible rip tore through his mind.
Nirya’s brow was beaded with sweat, but she was relieved. She had broken the enemy spell caster. She could now do as she wished with the winds. Vysarji had no choice but to run. With his mind in shambles he needed to retreat and recuperate. He stumbled back to the safe haven of Sylvanian keep contemplating his next move.
Nathaniel couldn’t believe his eyes. Treacherous old man. He knew he was against him. Nathaniel would have to hold the bridge on his own. No matter, he was more than enough for the fools. It was then when he saw the bubbling mass of muscle and sinew charge at him. Nathaniel smiled to let the thing hit home. Shapeless claws passed easily through Nathaniel’s spectral from. He would not die to this abomination. He fought forth with his sword. Cutting it many times but only seriously wounding it a few. It came on strong, but would never get past Nathaniel’s ghost-like form.
The mindless champion of Nirya was told it was time to charge into the fray. His silent master willing it so. He met the charge instead, of many skeleton warriors. His great two handed sword cleaving through three skeletons, weapons clanging off of impenetrable armor. He stood as a giant among them and none would get in the way of him fulfilling his master’s wish.
Nirya smiled as she saw her minion charge into enemy troops. Her sway over him held firm. She now focused her energies into directly harming the enemy. She could effect many at once and would have to focus. She released a sudden burst of chaos energy. Like tendrils and ethereal hands reaching forth to claim what was theirs. It grabbed many zombies and skeletons into the warp. One reached for the varghulf, but the beast was too wild for it to contain. Many skeletons and zombies felt the pain of death twice then and dropped where they stood. The tide of the battle was turning for them.
Lilith was almost taken to the ground by a zombie when it dropped against her due to Nirya’s spell. For not the first time, she thanked the chaos gods for her presence. She spotted the feral beast tearing into her lines like a whore into a Bretonnian noble’s pants. She leveled her pulsating sword at the beast and spoke with a calm and commanding tone.
“Beast. If there is any diminutive sentience within your being show it now. And face me in single combat.” There was a hint of recognition of her words in its eyes before it lunged forwards meaning to tear her jugular from her neck. She quickly responded and brought her sword to bear, its teeth biting down on the sword. She shifted her weight to her right and turned the sword just throwing it from its grip.
They circled one another and sized each other up before really committing to combat. A stab here and a swipe there probed each other’s defenses for weaknesses or openings. Neither of them found any.
The battle was quickly turning to the chaos’ favor. Though a couple of horsemen were toppled and torn asunder by the sheer weight of numbers. However, Nirya’s magic was quickly becoming stronger and stronger as she once again draining the life of everything around her. Whether it was given to them or not. Zombies and skeletons were overran as their numbers then accounted for nothing. Nathaniel was easily coping with the spawn’s attacks. He was astonished to see its abilities to heal itself so quickly. But he had it on edge and it would soon die.
Lilith and Graveclaw were trading blows one after another. When she struck, she drew more life force into her Blade of Blood, when he was injured, he regenerated the wound. They both were tiring quickly though. She feinted right and darted left, too fast for even the Varghulf to keep up with. She caught his right arm deep. Forcing the blade through. Graveclaw howled in pain and sent a clawed hand hitting her in the face and spinning her to the ground, the blade still stuck in its arm. She came to her feet ready to meet a hail of attacks and claws, but none came. Instead she saw Nirya fire a shade of dark energy at the Varghulf. The force of the blast knocked it off guard. Lilith seized the opportunity to obtain her sword. As the blast knocked it around she spun with it pulling her sword free using the force of the spin. With her sword, came the flesh of the Varghulf’s arm and its patience. It charges forward knocking her from her feet using its forearms to knock her down. As it came upon her to finally end the fight.
Lilith was completely taken aback by the sudden rage the beast contained. But it didn’t take her off guard. As she fell she let the sword drop with her, the pommel facing her, and blade facing the beast, waiting for the beasts’ wings to reveal its face. No sooner than her back hit the dirt, the beasts’ mauling jaw came into view, and she rammed with all the force that her arm willed her to, jammed the pommel of the blade forwards in to its jaw and up through the brain. She stands up, removes her sword and glances at the dying beast on the ground. It was a pathetic sight, to see such a beast full of hate and rage become nothing more than a creature begging for its life at Lilith’s feet. She raised her foot, and brought the full force of her boot down on its head crushing it completely.
Afterwards, she looked around the battlefield. The sight of marauders running the undead into the dirt and jaunts and cheers came from all about. They had won. Then came an explosion in the distance. The explosion was with such a force that it spooked a few horses and knocked many marauders from their feet. Even Lilith herself stumbled to see a vampire. Probably the leader, cleaning his blade off with a cloth. The arrogance of the vampires had once again shown through. She ran at him with her blade pointed at him from her shoulder. He realized the new attacker at the last second to hit her sword up from its poised position and to buy enough time for him to retreat. He left the battle with the enemy watching his back and his face in shame. What was to become of him? He couldn’t hold a bridge against even the smallest of chaos Warbands. He needed to regroup and think of a new plan. Who would help him though? He ran into the hills of the Eerie Downs. He kept going, until he stumbled across Vysarji sitting at a campfire smoking a pipe.
“Well whelp? Have you learned your lesson?”
Back at the bridge Lilith was taking in how many were dead of her force. Now that they had established a beach head they would be able to bring in fresh troops to further sow chaos in the land of the dead, Sylvania. And Lilith will Orchestrate the destruction of the Vampire bloodlines.
Last edited by Konstantin; May 27th, 2008 at 02:00.
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it, i have a new one coming soon.
Great fluffyness to it! Keep up the good work!