You awaken to cannon fire echoing in the distance.
Dirty gray clouds of smoke bellow from Klienberg's guns, he has begone the bombardment.
Iron balls skid and skip of the walls as they slowly hammer the walls apart.
Over breakfast you set out the plan and send a party off Klienberg the need supplys.
You waste away the morning removing the impreal iconography from you armour, leaving it a dark glossy purple with a bright red trim.
As the afternoon drags on Klienberg's men launch an assault.
A hand full of wheeled mantlets trundle forward to shield the men attacking the castle.
as the wall guns open fire smashing the shields, a thousand men rush forwards at the walls carrying long ladders.
Muskets fire ripples from the walls, reaping a score of men.
A dozen ladders reach the walls and a battered forlorn hope reachs the top of the wall.
Enraged with over half there number dead the remains of the forlorn hope hacks away at the defenders in a frenzy of blades and bullets.
A head taller than any man and a horned helmet, Kastor is unmistakeable.
In one hand he holds a length of spiked chain with a whip like monition he lashes out at the men,
You can all most hear the chain shrieking in pain as it strikes, cutting men in half with ease.
Every blow tears thru men as if flesh and steel where jelly.
At the top of the lader, Kastor garbs two of the attackers, lifting one in each hand, he hurls them from the wall.
Reaching down he pull the last man from the ladder and beat him against the wall like a rug.
With losses rising and the ladders destroyed, a horn calls for a retreat...
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Darkness falls and your ready to attack.
A pair of dull red orbs shine from the wall that the sign.
You turn to the sisters and clear your throat.
"Sisters night we embark upon our greatest conquest.
We all know the price for failure.
So if we have to fall let it be with a fire in our hearts and blood in our belly's.
In this world we know that numbers alone are nothing.
It is your right to make a name for yourself.
Tonight we shall write our fates with there blood as ink!
Our blades shall be our pens!
There flesh the parchment!
Our glory will won with steel!
And we shall have our immorality! Won with FIRE, IRON and BLOOD!
Now sisters lets get BLOODY!"
On cue the distraction starts, a whoosh of flame and jangle bells thay start to move.
Eight hundred bull ox's covered in bells and each with a ball of burning petroleum wax on there horns.
Bells rattle as the oxs are forced with shock batons into a stamped.
A wall of flames, enraged muscle and horns they turn the camp in to chaos.
Tents are set ablaze, men trampled and gored as the beasts run wild.
With the camp unguarded and ablaze, the sister hit the camp.
Gunshots echo as swords flash in flames, cutting down men left and right.
You behead a wound man and head for the:
A) Main Command Tent
B) Ammo Store
C) Food Store
D) Clerk Tent
E) Siege Weapon Emplacments
80 ~ men in plate armour with auto pistols
1200 ~ foot men with muskets
700 ~ crossbow men
300 ~ labours
6 cannons
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1100 Men
1 Auto cannon
12 Heavy Subbers
Kaster
Hermine
400~ Cultists with Chainmail and Muskets
3 Ogryns with Chainsaws
Inventory
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Power armour
Bolter
Bolt pistol
Hammer charm
Collar of Khorne
Chaos weapon (Impunity +1 W)
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Stats
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M WS BS S T W I A Ld Int Cl WP
6 5 5 5 3 2 3 1 7 7 7 7
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VP 0
Gifts 2
Inventory
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Void suit
Laspistol
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Stats
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M WS BS S T W I A Ld Int Cl WP
6 4 4 7 3 1 3 2 7 7 7 7
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VP 0
Gifts 1
Inventory
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Power armour
Bolter
Bolt pistol
SwordChain of Yanf-arnork
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Stats
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M WS BS S T W I A Ld Int Cl WP
6 4 4 7 3 1 4 1 8 8 10 8
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VP 0
Gifts 1