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[Archangel]

Michael wandered through the camp, surveying the destruction. God, this is a mess. One fight and we lost a good chunk of our army! He stepped over a small pile of corpses then continued. Bloody hell, only four cooks to feed several hundred men. At least the Ogres won't need feeding for a while. He stopped and looked around. Where is it?
He spied a shiny object underneath a dead 'Gor's hand and knelt to retrieve it. After cleaning out what little muck had got inside, he put on his helmet then walked off to see what he could do to help.

[adwarf]

Alek wandered over to the remnants of his squad he had only been awake for the very last of the battle, but he knew that many men died his squad was now reduced to five including himself, and many more men had died. Alek looked up at the sky, and thought Sigmar is this the way you let your children live in fear from a force that far surpass their own ? WIll you sit up there watching, and let us get slaughtered for I know we will never completely get rid of these dark monsters one day they will return, and will you sit up there, and let us your children be crushed into dust ?

[elitetaco3519]

Hapsus went around, prying off the armour of every fallen foe, when ever an alive one came past, he killed them, when he passed a friend, he tried to help them. When he was finished, he started to forge his own armour. It was a custom  he did, he had 27 different armour sets from 27 different campaigns. He would do this later,he mourned the dead for now, and then returned to the first minatour he had killed dragging it back to his tent to feast of off.

[Ahra]

by the heavens.... we have lost lots of men for nothing albrecht muttered

[Ghazkull]

Meanwhile in the camp of the Beastmen

Pathetic

Kar the Envoy looked upon that what was supposed to be the camp of the Beastmen. He was standing on a small elevation. Ungors scrambled below him running left and right trying to follow the orders of the shamans and helping them to patch up the surviving Khornegors and minotaurs. The screams of the dying were all around, mixed with moaning, incantations and the sizzling of heated iron on flesh.  Joining the cacophony was the smell of piss and excrements and of cooked and cankerous flesh. Kar took a deep breath. He loved this smell it heralded the growth of Nurgle's family. The personal guard of the Nurgle Champion was made up of about 50 men. Several Plaguebearers, some Chosen Nurgle Warriors and of course Tal-Grot and his several apprentices. The enormous Chosen of Nurgle passed the rows of the dying and snorted as he witnessed a Beastmen trying to cook his own severed hand. Though a champion of Nurgle he seemed to lack many of their features: his body was lean and muscular not bloated from the gifts of Grandfather Nurgle. Although his armour was seeping some undefinable mix of pus and blood, his head was untouched,except for his eyes which were staring through cataract stricken lenses into nothingness. Finally the Champion stood in front of the Shaman who was now leading the clan. It was tending to a completely burned Minotaur which death-rattle announced it's untimely death. the camp seemed to finally realize the presence of the Nrugle Champion in the midst of their camp. Silence struck the camp. Even the dying and wounded seemed to surpress their agonized shrieks.

You belong to me now scum. Khorne has betrayed you. He has refused you your rightful victory and instead has given you this...

with inhuman strength the Champion grabbed the dying Minotaur by his neck and forced him on his feet. The beast was shrieking in agony until it's frightful gaze met that of Tal-Grot. Tal-Grot had been ordered to help this imbecile putrid heap of flesh, when he could have achieved much greater things. But Alas, Arachaon mistrusted him and so he ended with Kar. He seemed old,frail and the skull of a Wyrm which covered his whole head looked slightly oversized. The endless black depths of the wyrm's former eyeholes stared back at the minotaur. Tal-Grot raised his hand and spoke an incantation. The sign of Nurgle appeared on the beasts forehead and suddenly the beast began to scream...