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The topic is here. Lets start roleplaying.

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Salmund lay before Ghast the Cannibal. Armies from the entire Old World had gattered, and now was the time to siege it. Ghast was not here for big purposes. He just wanted flesh. His Ghouls wanted that too. The situation would prove excellent. All armies would take casualties, and that meant flesh. The only one in his army of undead thinking that they were here for a bigger purpose was the necromancer, Kurt. The wretch had always hoped to be granted the Blood Kiss. Maybe he would get it. Maybe not. Ghast was sure that even if Kurt would get that, he wouldn't have fun for very long with it. Mounting his Terrorgheist, Ghast once again looked towards the city. The people waited for him. He chuckled. Dinner time.

This is the Main thread right?

Gobgut was helping position troops for the meeting- the boyz were setting up a camp nearby the meeting site and a stockade for the trolls. It was during this meeting that Gobgut would lay his "fees" onto the unsuspecting forces of chaos and dead things

black templar wrote:This is the Main thread right?

(yes, tthis is main thread)

Flyng over the city, Ghast's Terrorgheist howled the screams of the eternal not-so-dead-at-all, striking fear into the hearts of the defenders. If they would be afraid, the morale would surely go down, and the city would be theirs much quicker. And that was the objective of everyone here. To take the city. Or die, in case of the defenders.

**Gobgut, N'emoran**

Gobgut Sighed as a boy asked "whyz we goin ta talk to dis nemeran fella anyways?" the shamen replied in his squeeky voice "cause we can get sum gud gubbins out of dis!" the 2 then proceded to argue their hearts content. Gobgut approached the meeting place looking for their hirer.

Standing over a large pit in the ground N'emoran took some maggits, rotten flesh and soil and pored them into the pity. A strange sound came from the pit, suddenly a ork burst into the dark hut.
"Oy chaos boy the bossez want ya!" The beast yelled.
"Come here for a minute my green friend." N'emoran lifted his fleshless finger and points next to him. The ork walked over and looked into the pit. Sam walked behind the ork and pushed him into the pit the ork's screams of pain echoed until silence finally came.
"You must be hungry!" Said N'emoran lifting the torch over the pit in it were swarms of nurglings. N'emoran left his hut and walked outside to be greeted by his mighty dragon together they walk to meet the other leaders of darkness.

**Gobgut, N'emoran**

A bellowing sound echoed around "So you be da nemoran fella dat called us in 'ere." The massive leader came into view "what? cant take a city with yer own boyz! and need our help?" he said calmly as he sat down on a large log "please sit if ye want" he stated as he pointed to a prepared seat. Sitting around the large campfire were several orcs, chaos warriors, a chaos dwarf, and some other seats yet to be filled.

Sethbis walks towards a stone coffin in the great tomb of Achtenon. he walks quite slowly, as he is over 2500 years old. 'Hmef, Neb Taui, Ankh Udja Seneb, Ormesi!' he shouts.
the wind grows strong, even inside the tomb. Dust is flying everywhere and a strange glow comes from the coffin.
Suddenly, there is no more light inside the tomb, but two small flickering lights. It's Achtenon, he's back alive.

'tell me your name, priest!' he shouted.
'I am Sethbis, my lord. Spare me, for i am a humble servant and loyal priest. I can arise your amry from death. together, my lord, we can take over khemri and the etire world!'
'Tell me, priest, why should i trust you, and why should i share my power with you?'
'without my magic powers, you wouldn't live and you wouldn't have an army. if your soldiers die, i can make them live again.'
'really now? prepare my chariot, weré gonna take over the world.'

Ghast's Terrorgheist screamed while flying trough the air. The death Shriek was actually the Howling of the Eternal doomed. Ghast smiled, as far as his face allowed him too.
He probably had made some brains liquid. Funny. Very funny. Perhaps the brainliquid flowed out from their eyes or ears. Ghast liked that idea. But for now, it was time to land, and see what those Ocs wanted.

Irmenhild stood slowly from her seat in the near empty tavern. Placing payment on her table and moving at a steady pace through the open door and out onto the dirty street, she gripped her cloak tight and shut. The only part of her visible to others was her face. She would be seen as a priest of moor and as such go undisturbed by all but the most detestable of men.

She was moving towards the keep of the city. The sky was beginning to darken and so her time to act was nearing. She was well rested and had eaten and had drank plenty of water at the tavern.

She would have to complete her goal this night.

Forces of evil were continuing to flock to the city. Why they came to Marienburg was unknown to her. The orks moving down from the hills, Chaos warriors emerging from the forests and ancient forces attacking from across the seas.

Reinforcements were already travelling down the River Reik from Talaheim and Altdorf but she wasn't going to rely on the empire to save her. She didnt have to.

An unearthly sound pierced the air and her mind. It felt like thousands of needles piercing her brain.She fell to the ground clutching her head, as did many of the other people on the street. Children and Older men and women crumpled to the ground with blood running from their ears.The sound faded and she forced herself to stand. She would leave the city by the morning.

She stopped to collect her hidden supplies from an old crate inside an alley.

A short sword stolen from a guard, a crossbow with 8 bolts and a grappling hook on rope made up the kit. She awaited darkness and strapped the sword to her waist and the crossbow to her back.

She moved with darkness onto the street, making her way through the alleyways and backstreet's to avoid detection. She had positioned herself not far from the keep as to keep chance of detection to a minimum. Moving to the least patrolled side of the square keep, she positioned herself behind a very tall building (the city's most exclusive whorehouse) and waited for a large cloud to pass in-front of the moon. Without the bright moon-light she was safe to move. Flinging the hook to the top of the building, she begun to scale the construct.

With the guards mostly occupied with the outer walls there was only 3 soldiers patrolling this section of wall. The two alert guards would be the first to go. With the cloud cover moving quickly she would have to act now.
Unhitching the heavy crossbow from its strap on her back, she laid it on the roof and after attaching the rope from the grappling hook to the one of its heavy bolts she loaded and cranked it back. S
She lay down herself because the weapon was a real beast. The soft thunk from bow was met with silence as the bolt pierced the neck of the inattentive soldier and he fell to to ground on top of the wall. She secured the rope around a chimney and began to shimmy the 50 or so meters to the wall with amazing agility and speed.
Climbing over the wall and drawing the sword at her hip, she crossed the distance between her and the two guards with ease. Luckily they had begun to converse and as such had not noticed their dead companion in the shadows. Her thrust pierced through the neck of one and into the neck of the other with a spurt of blood and a gurgling noise.

Locking the two doors with access to this section of wall, Iremnhild allowed herself to feel satisfaction at her progress. With an expert motion she flicked the rope from its support on the opposite roof and pulled it to her. She used the rope to descend several meters into the courtyard.

Stepping from his Terrorgheist, Ghast aproached his Necromancer Slave. 'My lord', the necromancer, Kurt, began, 'what have you seen?'
'The city is heavily defended, but will not be able to survive for long, if those Orcs dont make us fight ourselves. However, the city is awaiting reinforcements, so we should strike soon.'
'But how, my lord?'
'The sewers. The sewers are undefended. Send word to all other armies to meet me at dawn. Tell them I shall grant them victory if they come. And if they dont, well, tell them that they wont like what will happen then.'
'Yes, my lord!'
Looking towards his undead minions, Ghast started ancient rituals of summoning. It was time to call upon other vampires in the city. They might not like him, see him as downgraded, but he thought that the Lahmian Vampires in the city could grant him information.
A lot of information.

N'emoran watched as the force of despair argued with each other over who's tactic should be used.
"You fouls! We must separate our forces to split and distract the guards. I will fly over the city with my pet sending chocking fumes other the city and drop the plague filled heads upon them causing panic and disease. The orcs use their brute for to charge the main gate and Ghast take your beasts into the sewers bellow!" N'emoran spoke causing all the leaders to stop and look. N'emoran walk to his scaled companion and climbed on to the skin saddle.
"If you want to win this war follow my tactic." The Nurgle lord yelled as he took off to plunge fear, disease and death upon the city's inhabitance.

The massive ork lord got up from his log and stated- You gets yer sneeking! We get A good proppa assault! Its perfict fer all uv us! Me and dese uvvur orksies will assault da gates at sunrise

Snikrit looked over his shoulder. Behind him were his Gutter Runners, ready to strike. The plan was simple: Kill the guards to allow the main force of Clanrats to flood the city with little resistance. But as they say, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry... He had to be cautious so as not to be spotted prematurely and give away the master-plan.

This town would remember the name of Clan Eshin for generations

'look, my lord, that town over there, i bet there are some undeads to kill again.' said Sethbis excited.
'we'll charge.' answered Achtenon.
'Charge!!' shouted the priest.
undead came from a hill and attacked the ruined town. but when they reached the town, there was no one.
'victory' said Achtenon, as if he had won battles almost every day.
suddenly, the wind started blow, like earlier in Achtenons Tomb. the Statues of the temple came alive. statues as big as Achtenon's ushabtis.

irmenhild moved softly through the window and to the side of the counts bed.

Her hard climb was about to pay off. Thrusting down with her signature needle she pierced the neck of the count three times before his eyes opened.

She turned away from the draining count and went to collect her prize. The elector counts blades were ancient dwarven forged weapons with mystical powers and an eternally sharp edge.

This blade would allow her to finally exact her revenge on the thing that scarred her and killed her family. She could then sell it for a fortune.

She moved aside a cabinet to reveal the royal escape route and entered it, leaving behind Marienburg and the corpses of her slain.

Walking towards the sewer entrance, Ghast grimaced.
The other armies would be the perfect distraction. And they didnt even know what evening it would be. Puny mortals. The Geistnacht would fall, and the dead would becomeeven more restless. Now was the moment to strike. He didnt had all eternity... Actually, he had. But not now. Not at Geistnacht. No, he had to be quick.
Very quick. He didnt want the entire town to know that the Undead were coming from the sewers.

As the forces moved into place N'emoran flew over-head dropping heads onto the enemy causing panic and he began to drop some nurglings onto towers and roofs. His pet began to breath toxic fumes above the city. Before the guards could fire a arrow the were on the floor choking. Suddenly N'emoran felt stronger like a new spell was gifted he landed his beast and dismounted, walked to a guard on the floor and removed his helmet. The guard vomited not even the Nurgle lord's followers had seen his face, N'emoran tilted his head back then thruster it forward unleashing a hail of putrid blood, pus, maggots, slime and other foulness. The guard screamed as his flesh melted away, N'emoran climbed back on his Dragon and headed back to camp Fear and disease is spreading fast and now he has the STREAM OF CORRUPTION spell.

"Swiftly now, be quick be quick!" Snikrit squeeked. The rats ran down the dank avenue, whiskers twitching in anticipation. Ahead of them was a halbadier, the first of many. Snikrit pulled a blade from under his cloak and plunged it into the guard's back, piercing his lung and preventing him from yelling. And a second time, just to make sure. Above them he could hear childish giggling and playful laughter. No matter, everyone here was going to die anyway. Snikrit and his Gutter Runners headed towards the castle with haste, dispatching the town guard as they went...

'my lord, the warriors probably do not know what ushabti statues to attack, maybe you should help.' said Sethbis rather worried.
'theyre all the same. Every one in this world is worthless' shouted Achtenon 'cover me' ,'yes my lord' answered Sethbis.

Achtenon mounted up his Chariot and charged the enemy ushabti. it only took him 20 seconds to get all the statues down.
'Victrory' Achtenon said. 'this time for real...'

Ghast's Terrorgheist stormed trough the sewers, his master on his back. Behind them an army of undead marched inside. The Geistnacht was there, and the undead had risen in force. The city's inhabitants would surely die. Ghast's silent army moved towards the sewer exit. They were in the city.

Amidst the chaos of internal strife the orcs began to start forming up outside the city. Today there would be a glorious battle.

The lobbers were in place other orc lords were prepping their attacks to follow. The orcs would hit the town gate like nothing ever seen. 3 seperate warbands were collaberating on the first assault. with 3 more waves lead by smaller warbands of orcs.

The Gutter Runners attached their grapples to the top of the castle and made their way up slowly and quietly... Climbed over a window sill and entered the count's bedroom, he was their target: with him dead, he would not be able to coordinate the town's defence and it would fall into the hands of the Skaven. As they crept in, they noticed something odd. His bed sheets were stained in blood. Snikrit motioned to his troops to stay still as he moved closer to investigate. The count was dead, and not by their hands. No matter. He was dead and it was good enough for them. The team moved down the stairs, now to kill his son and heir.

Before he left the city something N'emoran would finish the city's leaders. N'emoran's dragon smashed the glass window leading to the count's chamber, but the king lay dead and there was claw marks and a wet fur smell lingering in the air.....Skaven were here must have been Snikrit and his warriors. Walking around the room N'emoran saw a a small gap in the wall and walked towards in and placed his head against the wall.......A whimper. N'emoran lifted his mighty Manreaper and smashed it against the wall unitl there was a large gap he could see who was in there, it was the countess.
"Your highness" N'emoran said as he lifter his crossbow and fired the arrow piercing her chest impaling her onto the wall. He placed his fingers in her blood and drew Nurgles symbol, Suddenly a portal ripped open and hordes of nurglings flooded through to cause mayhem.
"Let us go see our fury allies!" Said N'emoran as he followed the trail of the Skaven with his giggiling nurglings.

"That smell, is Clan Pestilence joining with us for the assault, Snikrit?" asked one of his Runners.
"I know not. If the Warlord has negotiated with the Plague Priests then all the better, but we must focus on the task at hand. The count's son's room is just down this corridor, once he is dead I shall give the signal to our friends below ground, and the slaughter shall begin. For the horned hat!" Snikrit whispered. He and his men slinked down the corridor. The door whined as it opened, awakening the boy. He opened his mouth to scream, but a throwing dagger struck him between the eyes. "The deed is done, now we must get to the sewers. From there we shall make our way to the Warlord and tell him it is time."

The rats leapt out the window and onto the city walls. From there they saw the massing orc forces. His jaw dropped, the city was not to be theirs afterall. Not without a fight, anyway. Snikrit heard a calling from the window. A man stood there, flies buzzing about his bloated and rotting form,

"Hello Snikrit. Enjoying you slaughter so far? You missed the countess but she has been taking care of. Now I see you are heading to slay the son of the count. Here." N'emoran said as he flung the boy across to the rat.
"Enjoy your kill!" N'emoran said before he walked to the window and his pet waited to carry it's master to safety.
"Do not forget the heir or the peasants will battle to protect him. NOW GO!" He yelled as he flew away.

((time for heads to ROLL!))

A long deep "Hurrrnnnk" rolled across the wind as a chorus of orcish warhorns sounded. The battery of orcish lobbas from several warbands began unloading on the town walls in a attempt to make an opening in the walls or take out archers mounted on top of the wall system. Next the conglomerate wave launched with a pair of battering rams made of nearby trees and many many warriors. leading the charge was Grobnotter the army's shamen. However the warlord was not to be seen anywhere.

Storming out of the sewers, the undead caused fear all around him. The castle wasbreached by the Chaos Warriors and Skaven. Now was his time to play the part. The Orcs advanced, and lobbas launched rocks. The city burned already. It went too.. easy. Leading his Terrorgheist into the air, Ghast moved towards the gate. The Orcs would surely want to enter the city. He would give them that. Summoning the ghost's of the long dead, the Terrorgheist once again shrieked. The Geistnacht had begun. As did the fall of the city.


((ooc: if the city will get taken over, we will just move on to another one ))