Disclaimer= I do not own Fairy tail or Warhammer fantasy battle just the additions to the main story and any OC's that are added

"Speaking in an understandable language"

["Speaking in a language not understood"]

["-not understood written language-"]

{Spells being chanted or attacks}

'Thoughts'

"-Writing to communicate-"

? ? ? = unidentified person

"possessed items"

Dates go day/month/year


Chapter 1

Balthazar Gelt the incarnate of Chamon, Mallus, Empire of man, Middenheim, 2523 I.C., the final day of the end times

The world is ending, the rule of the old gods of light, order and justice are being picked off one by one by the most nefarious of the gods, the chaos gods. The mighty skull crazed, blood obsessed Khorne of whom cares not from whence the ichor of life comes from, just that it is spilt. The ever devious, conspiring Tzeentch whose plans fell kingdoms and topple empires, all the while his crows observe the damage that is done. The forever plagued Nurgle, a vile putrid creature whose very presence is enough to cause illness, a small cough being the least of your worries, even his weakest plagues and diseases are guaranteed to cause you too zombify and fall apart like a broken toy. Then there is the prince of vice and temptation Slaanesh, he is a disgusting creature thats sole purpose is deriving power from the lustful sins and distasteful fetishes of his followers.

An unstoppable tide of Norscans, Kislevites, those who have forgone the Imperial banner, crazed mutants, untameable beasts from the most savage of Trolls to the highest reaching Giants or worse yet the most indomidable of the Dragons. Daemons from the smallest rot of Nurgles garden to the mightiest of Khornes Bloodletters and other betrayers of light have formed under the banner of Chaos undivided. Led by the ultimate Heretic Diederick Kastnar or as he is more commonly known as now Archaon the everchosen, champion of chaos.

And just when we thought things couldn't get worse, hordes of undead started popping up, I being responsible for a small portion of them. the undead were followed by a tide not just any tide a vermintide, an endless horde of rat-men who go by the name Skaven. And just as them being rat-men would imply, they are traitorous little bastards and despite their Under-empire practicly declaring war on all surface dwellers they still are heavily prone to infighting. But don't take that for incompetance, if reports are true the two great nations of Cathay and Nippon have been devastated by their pestilent hordes and south is even worse, all southern nations have fallen, Tilea and Araby to name a few went down in a blaze of flesh and fire, human and rat alike.

In response to this begining of the end, those who had been blessed with one of the winds of magic gathered in Athel Loren. A few were missing from the conglomerate such as the wielder of the wind of beasts or its other name Ghur. And it was a good thing too, its master was Grimgor Ironhide the black Orc chief of the biggest WAAAAGH! The world has ever known. It was also at the former holy city of Middenheim, that was until Teclis, a High Elf prince, took the flame of Ulric from its temple and used it to revive his brother Tyrion. And because of the Elfs naivety the city fell to Archaon. The Incarnates plan, close a third chaos rift and defeat the everchosen and push back the opposers of order.

Now we arrive at Middenheim, an army of what is left of the Empires imperial might, the chivalrous knightly orders of Bretonnia and what scraps are left of the other human nations. Also along for the ride was the no longer fractured legions of the High, dark and wood elves, them having put the differences aside after the crowning of the true pheonix king, Malekith. Seen as the effort to take Karak-eight-peaks was a disaster, the last Dwarf king, Ungrim Ironfist the incarnate of fire lead his unrelenting, oath bound slayers and other men of the stone straight to Middenheim after the successful defence of Averheim from chaos, with my emperor Karl Franz.

"Enough dreaming Gelt, it is time." said the incarnate of Shyish, the lore of death. Fitting considering who this corpse of a man is, Nagash the greatest of all necromancers.

Turning to him I addressed his claim, "Yes. Sorry." watching him scoff before turning towards are soon to be battlefield. I on the other hand kept my golden eyes focused on his glowing green form.

His appearance definitely lived up to the infamy and legends, swirling around him were the legendary nine books of Nagash, nine skull decorated brown books each with chains and locks darker than a moonless night in the deepest parts of the Reik forest. These books rode around Nagashs rotting form on a current of screeching souls that glowed a bluish-green, humming with necromantic power. What might be the most interesting part about those souls is how they form from the threads of this cape like attire that was attached to his waist.

His armour was another thing entirely, it shone with a colour similar to that of obsidian, but to the trained eye it bared nothing alike with that type of volcanic glass, no it was something more dark more corrupting, a refined warpstone alloy. His armour configuration was as followed, everything beneath his belt of spines and skulls was fully locked in and encased in that armour, more being there than the average man due to his anorexic appearance. His knees were covered by a full ribcage and skull surrounded by bronze. Oh yes I do believe I missed something, oh that's right he is as tall as twelve men, if not taller.

Dangling from where his crotch would have been was a two metre spinal chord, the wind rattling through the various bones that composed it. His boots had bones arranged on top like some sort of twisted lacing and his chestplate was rimmed with bone, but exposed his sides, lower back and abdomen. Attached to the back of his armour were six sharpened spines each one with a blackened tip and they formed a symetrical shape around his his head, like two sets of claws, three in each paw ready to ensnare his arrogant mullet. Adorning each shoulder were massive pauldrons, the left with sharpened bone running along the middle and the right a skull taking up its entirety.

The last things of any notable significance were his hat also made of bone and warpstone, his demi-gauntlets thats outer facing forearm segments were just bone and a mighty staff made of ivory coloured bone that dwarfed him in physical height. First up his hat and or helmet depending on ones personal opinion, it was as tall as a man, had a row of skulls going down the top halfs part before being stopped by a ribcage in the middle. Finally the front exposed his entire rotted face to the world and there was a trident shaped ornament resting just atop his brow. Finally was his mages staff there were five segments that made it up, the handle, the intersection, two winged edges and a crown of miniture skulls that sat upon its top.

Finally Looking away from the man who would be leading an army of defiled corpses and vampires, I gazed upon the city of Middenheim. Its walls teeming with Daemons and warriors of chaos, of whom were roaring in defiance, just daring us too take back the city they stole from us, chucking freshly picked skeletons down at us. Of course due to the nature of some of my comrades the battle had all ready begun, Nagash and co carelessly bringing the dead back again and again, ironically sowing chaos into their defensive positions.

"Balthazar!" said a rather confident yet aware voice, said person placing their armoured hand on my shoulder, "Now is the time get us as close to the excavation site as you can!" Turning my head to face the man.

"Yes my emperor!" preparing my spell, observing him and the other Incarnates as they signaled their respective armies to charge. Storms of arrowheads and crossbow bolts sailing into plate and stone alike. The thundering cries of cannons, helfire rockets and other fire arms as their pellets smashed into the enemy. And finally the near endless weaving of miracles and magic, as their various elements tore through the Daemonic horde.

Before I cast the spell though I inspected my lords form, the lightning of the wind of Azyr cackling as blue bolts danced across his ornamental black and gold gromril armour and his badge of office thr runefang "Dragon tooth". All the while he was saddling up onto his mount, the Griffion Deathclaw, whose tiger like rear half and brown featherd front half complemented his front half quite nicely.

"NOW GELT!" he shouted from atop his mount, sending bolts of white-ish blue lightning at the chaos army. Myself getting ready to cast the spell, slamming the staff of Volans into the ground when I was just about to cast.

{THE CRUCIBLE!}

A large golden magic circle surrounding us before we were sent to as close as I could get us. Us all getting split apart, appearing by ourselves surrounded by the enemy.

"OH WHAT HAVE WE GOT HERE!? A LONE WIZARD, GET IM' NOW!" the Khornate warriors not sparing any time waiting to appease their lord with my metallic skull. Drawing my sword, I let a few of them taste the power of a sword weilded by the Gold order. Dancing around their bulky forms, watching as their bodies slowly turn to lead with every graze, cut, slash or stab from the weapon, my cloak of molten metal protect me from their axe and sword blows as its magical enchantments melted the blades preventing too much harm to my self.

'This is taking too long.' parrying a Norscan warrior before shoving my blade into his gut.

{FINAL TRANSMUTATION!}

Slamming my staff into the ground while I had some free time to cast. A labyrinth of solid gold corpses and statues replacing the group beseigeing me. Kicking a few out of the way, I proceeded on my way towards the ever increasing current of eldricthian energies. Any chaos warrior brave enough too come near being turned to gold or lead, or the old favorite a sword in the abdomen.

Whoosh!

An arrow narrowly missing my shoulder before lodging itself into the skull of a lesser Daemon.

"INCARNATE OF METAL! OVER HERE!" shouted a High elf Seaguard, before he unleashed another arrow into the heretics.

'Malekith must have broke through and is now attempting to secure the area!' noticing a far larger amount of Elves in the area.

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"This just warms my metal heart." I drone out sarcasticly, about how the Elves had just put aside a millenia's worth of grudges, all in the name of giving chaos what for. Sending a hail of molten metal shards at some Goblins that strayed too far from their front.

Finally arriving at the excavation site, I gaze onwards towards the carnage of the battlefield. Nagash was unleashing a tsunami of amythest fire, scorching hundreds alive before then returning them back to life as animated corpses. Ungrim Ironfist blessed his Dwarf leigons with blades of fire as they fought with an army of Dwarf ancestor spirits as they sought reparations for thousands of grudges. Karl Franz, the prince of Altdorf was stuck in a war deciding duel with Archaon the everchosen. Then we have Pheonix king Malekith charging around atop his dragon cutting down chaos left and right, Teclis was heading towards me with his brother Tyrion dicing up anyone foolish enough to come near his brother and by extension him.

"Sir Balthazar! Are you ready?" the Elven mage stopping by me, his face showing he will accept no alternative other than the halting of the chaos armies.

"That I am, Teclis." nodding my masked head at him as he approached, eyes lingering on perhaps one of the greatest wizards ever, vanity choices.

His choice in weaponry was a longsword that glowed with a soft light, similar to that of the moon, magical scripture running along the blade fuller, the hilt, guard and handle were a simple gold decorated into the shape of a dragon, two rubies one on either side decorating where blade meets handle. In his other hand was a surprisingly simple golden staff its top decorated with a woman holding a book, resting on a crescent moon facing upwards. He wore a grand set of robes, emerald green in colour and rimmed with golden threading. Armour involved some plating attached to his robes and three seperate pieces, a set of vambraces, a decorative fully encompassing torso piece that had a face semi 3D face on it and a tall helmet with two crescents and a sapphire on it.

"Then let us begin!" his staff suddenly taking in a large amount of the rifts energy.

"Affermative." my own staff taking in a large amount of chaos energy aswell. My fullest attention focused on the rift, confident that the Vampires and Elves near us would keep us safe.

But alas that would be my undoing, seen as not too long after beginning the ritual, I found a barbed sword jutting straight through me, a deathly pale hand holding me in place. Coughing and hacking up blood, I slowly and painfully turn my head to face the perpetrator, shocked that it was one of our own that did the deed.

"YOU FOOL!" desperately trying to keep the magic from going volatile.

"HAHA. KNOW IT WAS MANFRED VON CARNSTEIN THAT SLAYED YOU GELT! I HAVE EXTRACTED VENGANCE FOR SYLVANIA!" the vampire cackling like a mad man before he kicked me into the rift.

The last things I saw was a panicking Teclis as he was suddenly overburdened by magic and Tyrion decapitating Manfred before rushing too save his brother. An endless sea of chaotic energies soon being all I saw, oh and Malekith falling in the rift with me along with Karl and Archaon wrestling over the warhammer Ghal maraz.

Erza Scarlet, Earthland, Fiore, Magnolia, Fairy tail guild hall, X984

Standing in a shower is apparently my favourite past time now since we got back to the guild from our failed venture to Oak town. We went after the guild Phantom lord with righteous fury in our hearts seeking to right the wrongs committed against our guild. We would have been successful but something happened, master suddenly lost all his magic and became deathly ill.

'Master's absence...' dwelling on the events that transpired, hot water going down my face as I looked upwards.

'As well as Laxus'... and Mystogan's too...' reminded of the fact we were two S-class short.

'Too many have been injured... it's practically impossible to carry this fight on further with out their aid.' placing my hand against the wall, head looking down.

'If only I went with him...' blaming myself for master's state, slamming my fist against the stone in anger.

My self loathing being stopped by large, thunderous, earth shaking footsteps. The ever increasing panic of the guild evident as people stared outside.

"IT'S COMING FROM OUTSIDE!" shouted Bisca, her head showing through some planks as I and the others ran outside.

"WHA-WHAT IS THAT!?"

"THE GUILD BUILDING IS WALKING!"

"THE GUILD WALKED HERE!?"

"Is it phantom!?"

"I never Imagined they'd attack us like this..."

"WHAT SHOULD WE DO!?"

"WAIT, THAT'S... THAT'S A MAGIC CONVERGENT CANNON!"

"THEY'RE TRYING TO BLOW OUR GUILD AWAY!?"

shouted and said various guild members their voices filled with terror. That fear only increasing after a large brass cannon extended from the guilds stone work.

Knowing what must be done, "THIS IS BAD! EVERYBODY GET DOWN!" I shouted out to everyone hoping to reduce collateral. Dashing forwards, my guildmates shouting my name, my towel flying off, exposing me fully to the elements.

{Requip: Adamantine armour!}

Switching into my strongest defensive armour.

"I WON'T LET YOU TOUCH THIS GUILD!" shouting out my defiance towards Phantom, getting ready to take the blast. My friends still shouting how this wouldn't work.

"GET DOWN!" shouting at my guildmates before slamming the two Shield pieces together, a large light green magic circle appearing.

'Steady!' locking my self in position, the cannon's beam approaching.

{AURIC BASTION!}

Shouted out an unfamiliar male voice, perhaps the smoothest slab of metal I ever saw suddenly appearing out of the water, effortlessly tanking the convergent cannon's beam.

The wall was or appeared to be made out of solid metal, brass in colour. It glowed with a mixture of almost holy gold light and a soft blue similar to that of an etherano crystal in colour.

Feeling my heart almost stop, I look backwards towards the guild a tremendous magical power suddenly appearing, it potentially being larger than master's. Dropping my gaze when I saw the man in question, feeling my mouth drop at the sheer raw power he was giving off.

The first thing I saw was this mans head and what was on it, a solid gold, fully covering helmet that had five forearm length spikes coming off of it. Behind him was a gold threaded, brown leather high collar that covered the entire back of his head. This was attached to a cape that was silky red, with gold coloured cloth going down it, and for some reason it looked like it was in a state of melting. It was attached to a set of metallic robes, that looked like they were dusted in gold powder, the bottom was rimmed with solid gold in colour, double layered semi circles. His gloves were brown in colour with gold running up where the hand bones would be, solid chunks being at the finger joints and tips, making improvised knuckle dusters. He had a belt with a simple brown pouch on his right and a collection of three green bottle to his left, there was also a seethed longsword, showing some form of combat aptitude. Finally from what I saw him wearing, he had brown inch high heeled boots that had several straps of brass coloured metal on them.

His staff was a whole other thing, it appeared to be made of solid gold, it radiated power and magic, a ferocious gold glow coming from the top. The staff appeared to be made of segments the bottom tip and two other parts being twisted metal, the other three handle segments being smooth, grooved, gilded cylinders. Before the top there were two green cystal balls, the size of an apple each, seperated by another twisted metal segment. On top of the highest crystal was a statuette of a serpentine creature holding a key.

"Leave. This does not concern you stranger!" trying to get him to back off.

"It does when that cannon would have taken a large chunk out of the town aswell!" him stopping at the edge of the guilds rear.

"Fine. But if you're going to get involved. Can we have a name?" not wishing too make an enemy of this man, some of the others approaching.

"Balthazar. Balthazar Gelt" the man giving a small nod before looking onwards at Phantoms guild hall.

Balthazar Gelt, ? ? ?, ? ? ?, roughly an hour earlier

I'm not sure what to make of my current predicament. I have been falling through this rift for what feels like an eternity, my emperor, the everchosen, even the newest Pheonix king Malekith, have long since disappeared into other rifts that opened up within. And I? just falling endless falling with no end in sight.

"The comet! HOW LONG MUST THIS WAIT BE! FOR CRYING OUT LOUD I HAVE BEEN HERE LONG ENOUGH FOR THAT WOUND I RECEIVED FROM MANFRED TO HEAL!" the endless, boring solitude getting to me, my normal calm facede gone.

CRACK!

Stopping my rant when the sound of cracking glass could be heard. Turning myself around when I heard it, fearing a Daemon would make me his lunch. Instead I came in contact with something akin to a wall.

THUD!

"Curses!" sitting up, rubbing my back in pain and removing some books that were digging into my back.

'Books!?' finally noticing my change in environments.

"Praise Sigmar! I am finally free of that acursed realm." Standing up and looking around my location, eager for knowledge about my location.

"Must be a wizards abode or something." noting the large amount of books and scrolls, sensing some clearly being magical in nature. Picking up an open book that caught my inquisitive eyes attention.

"A pink haired boy riding a rather unique looking Dragon? well alright then." Inspecting the various people in the picture, "A lot of strange hair colours and styles... magic prodigies maybe?" tapping the picture with curiosity.

"Hello! is someone there!?" said a sweet, female voice from another room.

"Drat! despite this localles decrepancy there are stil inhabitants?" rushing under the stair well, carefully suppressing my magic too make sure I was not discovered.

"Hello!? oh my the damage must have broke a few bookcases." this girl rapidly coming down the stairs a red-ish dress blocking me from identifying the person. Clutching the book and my former badge of office tightly.

"MIRA! YOU STILL HERE WE NEED HELP!" shouted a desperate male voice, his bid for air hearable from here.

"COMING GRAY!" the girl rushing back upstairs, taking one last look in the library before closing and locking the door. Walking out from under the stairs and placing my staff and the book on a table, sitting beside them, picking up and looking over what looked like a geography centered book. Before placing it back down, rubbing my brow in frustration.

"Who would have thought the supreme patriarch would have to rely on pictures to learn something! Heh. I guess that would be former supreme patriarch now..." remembering about my temporary exile caused by me dabbling in necromancy via a copy of one of Nagash's nine books.

"The book!" suddenly patting myself down in an attempt to find it, alas it was not there.

'Must have fallen off in the rift or before Manfred let me taste his steel' noting the lack of the copies dark presence, sub-consciously touching where the Vampire's sword pierced my body. My surprised face hidden by my mask when I saw a lack of holes in my cloak and robes.

A short while later

THUD!

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THUD!

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THUD!

"What on earth is that infernal racket!?" placing a book I was attempting to decipher down and grabbing the staff of Volans, getting ready for combat should the need arise for such actions.

"IT'S COMING FROM OUTSIDE!" shouted a woman's voice, said voice and the many that followed it muffled by the closed door. Myself walking up to said door attempting to hear better, snapping my head up in worry at the mention of the word cannon, feeling the magical power the gun gave off. Using my magic, I waved my hand over the doors lock, unlocking it. Pushing the door open I made haste to the outside area where these wizards were congregating, watching a red haired girl run, well streak might be a better term to the edge of the area before magically changing into a suit of armour, with the intent to stop the cannon.

'Interesting magic this world has, very interesting. But that curiosity can be saved for later, I got a cannon to stop.' letting my magic build up in my staff.

{AURIC BASTION!}

Motioning my free hand upwards, my staff glowing a brilliant gold. A huge metal wall appearing out of the water, and despite the walls size it paled in comparison to the true Auric bastion built too keep Archaon out. Soaking in the looks these wizards gave me, I marched onwards to the armoured red-head, not a single one daring to stand in my way.

"Leave. This does not concern you stranger!" said the girl with unnecessary hostility, a slight red aura appearing around her.

"It does when that cannon would have taken a large chunk out of the town as well!" bullshiting an excuse based on the assumption this place was near a populated settlement, prefering to not come across as self-centered and arrogant.

"Fine. But if you're going to get involved. Can we have a name?" sensing the arrival of a few more.

"Balthazar. Balthazar Gelt." nodding at the girl then looking at the walking building.

"SO IT APPEARS YOU WERE ABLE STOP JUPITER, BUT NO WORRIES IT WILL ONLY TAKE FIFTEEN MINUTES TOO FIRE IT AGAIN!" said a cocky mans voice via some voice ampflication spell.

'Hmm going have to deal with that gun then, sorry Azyr I will be borrowing one of your spells!' eager to properly test one of the spells an old friend of mine taught me.

{COMET OF CASANDORA!}

A bright sky blue light appearing in my hand, the light getting steadily brighter before I released it, my staff hungrily eating it.

"Was something 'spose to happen goldie? or was it just a light show?" said an agitated voice, sounded like the man from earlier.

"Patience dear child." the sky erupting into a vortex of grey maelstrom and blue lightning. A giant black rock seeping blue energy falling out of the eye of the storm, my glowing staff guiding it to the building where the cannon was housed. A great blue fireball erupting and consuming the building when it impacted, turning my head back to the boy, letting out a small chuckle.

This boy was nothing too special, he had messy black hair, a scar on the leftside of his forehead. He had a simple short sleeved, white, buttoned shirt, black trousers with a silver chain on the left pocket and black boots. Oh and he looked like someone from up north, Kislev sorta skin tone.

"That. That is what was suppose to happen." reveling in his dropped jaws and everyone elses. Tapping my staff down a couple times, preparing another spell

{Stairwell to heaven}

Muttering out the chant for a spell I invented and thought I would never use. A grand decorative golden staircase coming out of the ground and attaching itself to the walking building, eating itself into the various gears exposed metal in an attempt to provide substance to its existance. Looking at the group of four once again.

"You four with me! we're putting an end to your conflict."

"Okay!" replied the Kislevite looking one.

"Alright time to prove ourselves as men!" excitedly said a tall dark skin man.

"ALRIGHT TIME TO FINISH OFF WHAT I STARTED WITH GAJEEL!" shouted a familiar pink head as he ran up the stairs eager to fight.

"NATSU! damn brat," the red head looking up to me "Balthazar was it? you're with me." a light enveloping her as her outfit changed into a Iron torso piece, gauntlets and seperated elbow pieces, a blue skirt and shin high brown boots.

"Well this ought to be fun." smirking underneath my helmet, walking up the stairs the last two dashing past me.


Mallus is the official name for the Warhammer FB world.

I have also taken some liberties concerning Gelts magic :P as you clearly read