Disclaimer - I don't own the city of Mordheim or the old world, these are owned by Gamesworkshop. However I do own All the characters mentioned including Aaron and the hamlet of last hope.

This Fanfic is based on a game that me and some friends have done. I hope you enjoy it. Rated for lots of violence and whatever else comes into it.

"Speech"

Thought

Narration

Aaron Hellraiser

The hamlet stood like a single blade of grass on a pavement. Light shone from within the many houses. This was the final hamlet before the city of Mordheim, or as it was now known the city of the dammned. It stood only 5 miles from the city entrance and well within the blast radius of the god's vengeance. It had been protected by a hill once, now after the cataclysm the hill was no more, however it had stood long enough to protect the town from the most of the blast and so the town, and more importantly, its inhabitants still survived.

The town, now known by all as "Last hope", was now set in scorched earth, nothing would grow there for years to come and so the people had turned to the new influx of scavengers to bring them everything they needed, the scavengers brought all that and more. Many were willing to pay for a comfy bed and a hot meal after a week or so within the hot and wretched city, those who weren't were dead or broke.

4 miles away from the town lay a single stone building, it brooded like a great creature, malice floated around it as it lay in wait for its next victim. The arcane symbols and tombstones around it told all who were curious that it was a crypt. No-one went there, it was haunted, or so the stores told. And the fact that the arcane symbols had been cut through with deep nail marks and the graves recently upturned confirmed it.

Deep within the bowls of this building, beyond the many ancient traps and recently broken magic guards lay a room. This room was unlike any other in the crypt, for one thing it only contained one coffin and for another it was lit. The room was lit with gently flickering torches, each walls was bare except for one which held a banner, it was coloured a deep, dirty off colour grey with a screaming bat in black embossed on it. Once it would have held majesty and fear for all who gazed upon it, but now it was a pitiful excuse for a family emblem, the banner told all that the coffin that lay in the middle of the room belonged to a member of the Hellraiser family.

At least any who remembered them; the Hellraisers had been banished from Land of Sylvania hundreds of years ago by the Count Vlad Von Carlson after falling from grace over some ancient failure. Now they were all dead or in comas due to lack of blood, except for one.

Aaron sat up in his coffin pushing the door open as he did; he climbed out and scratched his head. It was night; he could feel it in his bones. He walked over to the table where his clothes lay and started pulling them on, he looked into the mirror as he did, he had no reflection like all vampires but at least he could check if his armour was on right. He remembered his appearance from when he had last seen it anyway only 10 minutes before he had been transformed into a vampire. If he remembered properly he had thick grey hair shot though with black which he always kept back in a pony tail too keep it out of his eyes which were a deep and rich blue, the colour of the sea. His perfect skin had paled over the years of hiding from the sun and was now a pale, pale white the colour of bleached bones.

He was thin and tall, his mouth was a line drawn across his face by weeks with only minimal blood as he had travelled over the miles of land between his old haunts and his only hope, Mordheim. He picked up his old and almost partly rusted chain armour which had the family emblem on its shoulder pads, picked up his two hand axes that he had been given by a woodsman in return for help with a bear, stared at his meager equipment in the mirror, shook his head it was the best he had, have we family truely fallen so far? With this thought he turned towards the door.

This was the final day before he reached the city of Mordheim. Far too long the Hellraisers had been considered a dead family. Here he would seek out the pieces of Wyrdstone that would restore power to him, dignity to his family, willing people to become members of the family, of course some minions to help him and if he ever got the chance to revive his old family members. Here he would create the family reborn. "Soon, we shall rise again."

He opened the door and stepped out into the dark and quiet night, a foul smell hit his nostrils as he did. Then a gnawing sound reached his ears. He slowly turned to the noise not sure what to expect. The graveyard was empty, then slowly creatures emerged from behind the graves.

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