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Ok so my internet was down yesterday so I made this short story depicting a battle between VC and DE hope you enjoy:

Jacob Von Holden looked across the carnage amongst the battlefield, he licked his cold dark lips at all of the warm moist blood splattering everywhere. He saw his favoured blood knights "Horses of the apocalypse" as they were renowned for laying the apocalypse on their prey. They were sat atop of there undead cold ones tearing down chunks of repeater crossbowmen, Jacob watched in glee as the blood flew in all directions.

Next to them were the unrelenting hordes of recently deceased goblins of the "Firestarta" tribe only aided (and ressurected) by the necromancer Klorn Vikshaft who was responsible for the mass ressurection (and more importantly keeping them up) of the gobbo's. The gobbo's were currently clawing at the dreadlords finest "the deamonhunters" (a regiment of cold one knights, who gained there name from butchering a whole horde of bloodletters), but were to their size no avail as the knights were only hacking and slashing the gobbo's back down only for the undead to raise back up again, then a chilling gust of wind rushed through the cold hearts of the knights their once surprisingly warm veins turned to ice then went back warm all in three seconds, four of the hunters looked around to see what happened, they saw what appeared to be ghostly reapers cutting the souls from their former comrades in half then they saw there body's drop into the swarm of gobbo's, for the first time the so called "deamonhunters" felt fear...
Without Hesitation the musician still-surviving the musician blew right into its horn but it was of no use, the knight panic-stricken were backing off and retreating but the zombies soon put a stop to that...slowly...and painfully...

Jacob then turned his mount Skalthex "terror of the deep" (a mighty zombie dragon who gained his title after hunting down and destroying 3 strigori vampires on terrorghiests for sport), left to view his most beautiful wife Lisa Von Holden on her coven throne "palace of the dead" cracking open the last jaw of the war hydra "Deathscent" with the many lost souls mounting the throne.

Lisa was pale and fair skinned but beautiful nonetheless, it is said among the men of the empire and brettonia that that he or she that looks into her cold and soulless eyes will see an angel, but should not be fooled because her heart and soul was as black as her eves...

Jacob Von Holden was renowned across the borders of the empire to nehekara as the soul taker of Volghof (just west of Karak varn), when the skaven overlord "Qiukstab Qukerscabber" hid there from imperial hunting party's of his failed invasion on the borers of the empire, he hid there as it was the perfect place of habitat there but later found out (just like the soon to arrive imperial hunting party's) that the castle of Volghof isn't the best place to go nor hide...
Legend says his existence began as a brettonian lord who was given visions of the lady to retrieve a lost relic-sword in the depths of silvaina, dispite having been told the the quest would be a scuicde mission by the king himself Jacob's quest for glory still went ahead (even without the kings permission) with his most trusted grail knights, he never returned, the evidence to say he was turned to vampirism was of one black night when his wife was asleep a shrill came from her sleeping room the filled the Relm itself, she was also never found...
It has also been rumoured by imperial survivors of a chaotic warband raid that his anger was so mighty the even the daemon prince of chaos leading the raid stumbled back in fear, and due to his intervention (for unknown reasons) the imperials won the battle when the daemon was stabbed in the chest by a charging lance of the vampire...

As the last crack of a jaw war heard from the hydra, a mighty roar was heard not from the hydra but from something behind the mountains northwards, Jacob shot his head upwards and saw a a large winged black horror flying towards him and before you could say "sigmas thunder" the beast made a mighty thud to the ground and roared again (not like the undeath ever cared) and then the dark elf invaders cheered and instead of running away like they should have, they ran straight into the hordes of undeath in a craze of blood tide and frenzy.

Jacob looked at the rider atop of the mighty dragon it was the dread lord leading the raid, Jacob looked straight into the elf's eyes then signal a challenge as he raised his lance then shouted to the dread lord he only knew as prey "unleash hell" without hesitation both dragons gained flight for a charge...

I only accept constructive criticism.

Cheers to all comments.




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Also If people like this I will add the battle between the dragons.

Very good so far mate. May I suggest the wifey gets badly wounded?

Isn't there a fanfic subforum for this kind of thing?

IHateNids wrote:Very good so far mate. May I suggest the wifey gets badly wounded?

Yeah the arrow in the knee is coming

GoldenKaos wrote:Isn't there a fanfic subforum for this kind of thing?

Yipp, Dakka Fiction ...

Has potential i think. Post dragon fight for chinese year of the dragon!