Chapter 1
Gulmoth peered around the tree he was hiding behind to see a patrol of Human swordsmen coming down the path. He turned back and barked a low command and a herd Gors and Ungors charged silently through the trees towards the unsuspecting men. Gulmoth let another command and A group of Ungors ran onto the road and formed a shield wall. The men drew there weapons and some shot at the Ungors with black powder weapons, Gulmoth let loss a chuckle as he saw the bad excuses for warriors of chaos as the fell, huge gaping holes in their bodies. This time was all he needed, he threw back his head and let out a bestial roar, that was the signal, the attack began.
By now the herd of warriors were behind the humans, when they heard the roar they lunged forward and raised their weapons above their heads. The humans saw them coming but couldn't react in time. The first man was cleaved across the chest, another's head chopped off his shoulders spraying blood on his attacker who roared with pleasure.
Gulmoth lifted his axe and turned to his warriors, the Bestigors of Tzeench brayed with lust for battle, Gulmoth let loss a deep roar and charged out onto the road. Brining his axe down into a startled mans shoulder. The slaughter continued for another twenty minutes, when the last man's head was loped off its shoulders, Gulmoth threw his head back again, except this time the rest of the herd followed suit. The braying could be herd for miles, then the wind blew and a rattling sound was carried through the clearing. Gulmoth sniffed the air, and turned to see the slouched figure of Braygor a shaman of Tzeench emerged from the tree line. "Take the armor off their bodies" he hissed
"As you wish" answered Gulmoth, with an authoritive bark Gulmoth's warriors moved to gather the armor off the patrols bodies. When the armor was stripped the bodies were set alight.
"Bring it to me" Braygor hissed again, a few Ungors scurried to do his bidding. The laid it down at the shaman's feet and he spoke in some daemonic language. His staff glowed with the Yellow Fire of Tzeench, the fire rippled through the pile of rent armor. Mending it and emplacing the glow of chaos armor upon it. "Gulmoth, come with me." hissed Braygor.
"As you wish" Gulmoth said, he followed Braygor to the end of the clearing, he turned and barked a few orders to his warriors. As he stepped into the thick tree line he heard the scurrying feet of the Ungors doing his biddings.
"This is the place" Braygor said in a more mortal tone. Gulmoth gazed through the dense fog. He heard the click of armor and the heavy breathing of a large warhorse which emerged from the fog.
"Ahh, my lord Asgier" Said Braygor dropping into a bow. Gulmoth followed suit, as the eight foot tall Tzeench champion dismounted his horse.
"You have done well, my servant." a deep voice came from within the champion's helm.
"You know what to do know." The voice came again, with another bow from Braygor; the champion turned and mounted his horse and road off into the fog.
Braygor turned to Gulmoth, "Muster your warriors, we go to battle" with a nod Gulmoth turned into the night and trotted back to the camp. When he reached the camp he saw that his warriors had donned the patrol's armor.
He walked into the camp and barked "We go to battle!!!" he drew his axe and Charged off down the road.