The chaos horde roared and gibbered as they slaughtered the army of Harlon. These proud defenders once numbering in the thousands now numbered less then five hundred. Fully encircled The army of Count Faustino was slowly being eaten by the numberless horde of chaos. The cannons lay abandoned having ran out of powder long ago.
But this mattered not a damn to the men who were dieing for they had already accomplished their goal. Having distracted the chaos horde thousands of women elderly and children had escaped. The chaos would have no pillage of blood in their city for none were within it.
Halberdiers formed a giant circle around the army. Muskets being fired point blank into any heretic or mutant smashing their way through the forest of spears. No enemy made it past the halberdiers alive the mass of bodies began to pile around the spears making into a small wall. Grenadiers mercenaries from the east flung small burning balls into the crowds of beastmen which lighted with fire and metal lighting the feces uncovered ungors on fire. But even as Faustino looked on with pride he saw barrel after barrel of powder disappear the pile growing ever smaller. Faustino wasn't sad he was about to die. Its just that he wouldn't be able to take more of these cursed filth with him.
Faustino looked down at his very last champion still to be standing all other had died glorious deaths taking down chieftains and demons alike. But for some reason that was exactly his last champion was so angry about. Grufsbah was a slayer who had signed up with his army when they drafted all able body person in Harlon to die. The fiery dwarf carried a rather large flail ending in razor sharp balls of spikes. Of which were the size of his own head. Covered head to toe in a black runic tattoo. When asked why he became a slayer it was that he was once a long beard charged with guarding the king of his keep. His king fell in battle and Grufsbah had lived. He now wore the crimson crest. Wearing no armor but his leather trousers and steel capped boots. This dwarf had killed every single giant the chaos army held. Tearing at their knee joints till they fell than breaking through their skulls. Finally noticing Faustino was staring at him Grufsbah looked up at the old count. "Oy wat ye bloody lookin at". Belching Grufsbah thrusted his tankard towards the count. Taking a swig of the fiery burning dwarf liqueur he couldn't hold back the tears. As he doubled over coughing as his throat burned from the inside out.
"Oy buck up chap it be only the light stuff" Laughed Grufsbah clapping Faustino on the back as they both doubled over laughing. The men surrounding the two stared with wide eyes as they had thought their leader had finally gone insane. Once Faustino had stopped laughing he fingered his amulet that had been passed down from generation to generation for over four centuries. It was a crude thing made of bronze with duel lightning bolts crossing in the center underneath a hammer. Standing to his full impressive height of seven hands. He lifted his hammer off the ground and slammed shut his visor of his tri horned helmet. Leering grins covered the faces of all his men they knew what would happen soon and they welcomed it.
Raising both his arms to the sky thunder filled the air as he spoke "MEN OF HARLON MEN OF THE NORTH BROTHERS OF BLOOD AND HEARTH THE EYES OF TOR ARE UPON US LET US GIVE HIM A WORTHY SACRIFICE TO ACCOMPANY US TO MORRS KINGDOM". With that the circle collapsed turning into arrow piercing straight through the horde as a knife through butter. The arrow drove straight towards the middle of the horde towards their leader and his champions.
Khazarath laughed as he watched the suicidal charge of the count. Leering to his full height of 30 hands the daemon prince of khorne spread his wings and roared. His champions roaring their lust for battle along side of him as a ripple of fear went through his army as a path cleared for the mortals to fight him. He would take these skulls for Khorne and revel in their blood. Sweeping up his axe he and his blood letters charged forward. Along side him loped the form of Khazarkhan his slave once a mighty bloodthirsty. Losing a duel to Khazarath he had spared him loping off his wings and his horns. The once mighty daemon was now nothing but a shadow of his former self. Laughing with the glee of a child the two forces met.
Hundreds of blood letters were impaled upon the charging halberds. But many just shrugged off the spears and snapped them and half and impaled their owners. The halberdiers died in a matter of seconds being ripped through by the blood letters. Nothing could stop the blood letters till they hit the tide of steel that was know as the sons of Tor. Men of the largest build and the greatest character were covered from foot to head with steel plate. Carrying large maces or hammers. Matching the blood letters for strength easily. They stopped the swathe of destruction that the daemons had wrought. Then the leaders of both army met with clash that resounded throughout the battle.
Faustino Launched him self from atop his steed flying through the air colliding with daemon leading the charge. He roared as he smashed his hammer straight into the daemons skull breaking off one of its very large horns. The daemon roared in pain grabbing Faustino and throwing him onto the ground. Faustino grunted as he impacted with the ground not so gently. Looking over he saw a quick glimpse of Grufsbah fighting a a what looked like a bloodthirster but with out horns and wings. Shaking his head he refocus on the very real battle against the leader of the horde rolling on his side to avoid the cloven foot which impacted where his head used to be.
Laughing Faustino got back to his feet charging the daemon he ducked underneath the sweeping blow of its axe hammering his weapon into the daemons knee as he ran between its legs. Leaping he jumped onto its back as it roared in pain. Climbing up its back as he would a mountain he dodged the sweeping swipes of its claws and tail. Grabbing onto the last remaining horn on the damons head he swung his hammer into its face crashing through its skull. With a groaning sigh the massive daemon drooped to the ground like some chopped down tree still clinging to life. Faustino slammed his hammer again and again into its skull till it stopped moving even its death twitches had stopped.
Looking up from his defeated foe Faustino saw a very comical sight as he saw form of his friend Grufsbah go flying through the air spinning he could even hear the dwarfs curses as he hit and bounced along the ground. A impact shook Faustino's body as he looked down he saw his feet had left the ground dangling limply below him as he was raised on the spike of the mighty axe of the deformed bloodthirsty he had seen earlier. Looking up he saw Grufsbah screaming with rage as the dwarfs slaughtered daemons by the dozens trying to get to him. Smiling his head dropped as death finally claimed him, With a roar the bloodthirsty tossed the body of the count into the air swinging its axe decapitating the body in mid air and catching the head. Raising the head it roared "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD YOUR LEADER IS DEAD BOW YOUR NECKS TO MY HOLY BLADE AND WE SHALL DO YOU HONOR".
The fighting had ceased as every last soldier looked at the head of their beloved count. Tears streamed down their faces as they wept openly. Suddenly a wave of change filled the men as the tears turned from sorrow to anger . They all started screaming tearing off their armor in their rage they rushed their enemies eager to join their count. Chanting his name over and over again they killed any daemon mutant or heretic that drew near them. Thunder and lighting wracked the sky as they all converged upon the bloodthirsty. Who desperately swung his axe back and forth trying to keep them away but for each man he clove in half twenty more jumped onto his axe weighing it down. They hacked at his arms with their axes and maces pulverizing its hands. Till a screaming figure flew over the crowd of berserk soldiers. And slammed all three heads of its flail straight into its head breaking through the skull and jaw simultaneously. With a roar Grufsbah grab each side of the blood thirsters head and ripped it off. Holding it up he roared. BLOOD FOR FAUSTINO, DEATH FOR HONOR. With that the men of Harlon turned and charged the enemy slaughtering all in their berserk fury till one by one they died each taking more than twice his number in skulls. Decapitating each of their skills by blade or brute strength and tossing the skulls around the body of their fallen leader. Till at last only the slayer remained covered in blood from head to toe one of the heads on his mighty flail missing. Along with his left arm. Raising his flail he charged the mass of chaos marauders in front of him. Killing half of them before he was finally killed from four swords being thrust into him at once.
The men of Harlon in their death had been victorious for now what was once a mighty horde was but nothing more than a mob leaderless and small. A massive pile of skulls filled the middle of the field but this was no blood worship of chaos. For every skull in that pile belong to a member of the horde. Massive lighting bolts struck the remaining members of the horde as Tor god of thunder and storm took his sacrifices laughing at the pitiful attack as the brass one tried to claim the souls himself. As his brother Morr escorted his worshipers to his realm.
Ha khorne got pwnd by Tor . He is a actual war hammer god based in Kislevite religion so hater go away.