Post: #1

The rumbling began slowly, barely noticeable at first. Gradually it grew in power, building up into a roar. The vampires looked at one another in confusion, for there seemed to be no source for the noise. Finally, with an enormous blast the ground heaved upwards, throwing those standing in the courtyard from their feet. When they looked up, the outer wall was almost gone, leaving a gigantic hole as dark and deep as the abyss itself.
For several long seconds the entire citadel was silent, then the noise of a million hunger-crazed rats filled the air. The creatures swarmed out of the chasm, a tide that swamped the first few ranks of defenders in a seething mass of vermin. Behind them marched rank upon rank of skaven, mindless undead who threw themselves upon those already beset by the rats.
Rask laughed as he watched his creations virtually bury their enemies under the weight of their own bodies. Vekarin’s wights were amongst the first to be destroyed, those few that hadn’t been on the walls at the time, were so close to the pit that they borne the full wait of the initial attack. Behind them, skeletons were rushing to try and fill the breach and halt the skaven attack, but for now they were too few.
Then the vampires rushed out from the hall. Without pause, they threw themselves into the battle, cutting the skaven undead down in swathes. For a moment, it looked like the skaven might be defeated without even crossing the courtyard.
But Rask had prepared for this eventuality. Suddenly, enormous explosions tore open the ground, the earth erupting under the very feet of the vampires. Skeletons caught in the explosions were torn to pieces. Thrown from their feet, the vampires retreated for a moment in disarray.
All except Vekarin. Enraged that anyone would dare attack his citadel, he rushed forward, accompanied by the last of his wights. His blade cut down any who stood before him, and he plunged deep into the depths of the skaven army. The ratmen closed ranks behind him, blocking off any retreat, but the vampire didn’t care. His blade rose and fell, cutting several skaven down with every strike.
Then suddenly a blast of magic struck him in his chest. Even his armour failed to fully stop the blow, and the vampire fell to his knees, a smoking crater in his chest plate. Vekarin looked up to see who had attacked him, and saw a figure that he recognised. It was not the figure of a skaven, but that of a human vampire. One he had thought dead. Lesa.

Post: #2

As Vekarin struggled back to his feet his brain struggled to comprehend how this could be, yet there was no mistake. Lesa walked forward gold threads wrapping around his armour and blade nullifying them before a bolt of lightning lifted him off his feet.
"What are you doing?" he gasped but there was no answer in response and for the first time he noticed her face, instead of her eyes there was just the greenish pulse of warpfire, looking at her with his limited magical sight even he could see she thrummed with power, more than she had ever displayed in their previous encounters with him.
"Go-go" a high chittered voice said, looking to the side he saw Rask commanding her, "go now, puppet thing, kill as your master commands!" Obeying the order Lesa walked past Vekarin as if he was no longer important, annihalating things in her path as they were cut down by fire, lightning bolts, dark magic and other arcane spells in equal measure. Watching his secret weapon work better than anticipated Rask chuckled in glee.

Post: #3

V'azrin stared blindly ahead sensing the use of powerful magic
"What is tha.."
His musing was cut short by a powerful blast of the arcane, cursing he threw himself backwards, muttering a few protective wardings he blasted the closest ratmen with lightning but more simply filled the ranks of the destroyed.
As another explosion of magic echoed close by the Necrarch looked for the rest of the council wondering what was going on.

Post: #4

Meanwhile Milosh had ran through the main hall to gather what he thought were the remains of his wife, unaware of the turn of events outside.

Post: #5

Laughing, Rask directed Lesa towards where the other vampires were gathered. He was confident his new weapon would be able to destroy them without too much difficulty, especially since they would be reulctant to fight back against one of their own.
He turned to Vekarin, grinning at the armoured vampire.
"You are doom-doomed, you cannot hope to defeat me now."

Post: #6

V'azrin cursed his luck, he hated this, he knew no one from the council, he didn't know who they were up against and he didn't have any warriors of his own to commit to the battle.
Wait...that was not completely correct, he had spoken to that Milosh...were was he, it was impossible to sense him out in this chaos.
Sighing he hoped the get of the King would hurry and show up...if there was one thing that line was good for its giving orders

Spinning around he moved in a blur of motion to seek out other Bloodseekers

Post: #7

Lesa continued her onslaught, looking for the main target Rask had placed in her mind before the battle had began. She did not know who she was or even what she was, all she knew was to obey her master. With the pure warpstone surging through her body and augmenting her already vast magical power she was a devastating force, casting multiple spells at once the troops of the violet citadel were destroyed in thier hundreds. High up on the remaining parapets a few bolt throwers found thier mark as two huge wooden shafts shot through her body pinning her to the ground, barely pausing she incinerated the bolts and healed her body before returning the favour, with a gesture a barrage of small comets shrieked down hitting the towering wall with enough force to at first crack then shatter it, massive chunks of rock falling and crushing the undead skaven and wights alike.
As she walked forward once more someone stepped in front of her, Lesa felt like she should know her but it was only a glimpse of thought before the warpstone snatched it away.
"Stop Mistress Lesa,"intoned the whispery voice of ethereal Cyn, "I know you are not doing this through choice but I cannot allow you to continue, if you force me to I will have no choice but to stop you." Again there was no response, not even a flicker of an expression across her face,
"Do not doubt me, I am pure Gladius, my powers are vaster than ev-" she was cut off as a screaming skull spat from Lesa's outstretched hand and exploded on her, picking herself up Cyn muttered,
"So be it," before focusing her powers, tugging on the already powerful necromantic magic on the battlefield an ethereal wind whipped up, spinning round an round, faster and faster it sliced across the before troops focusing on Lesa, who just stood there as the biting air ripped and sliced at her skin. Dozens of cuts and gouges appeared all over her as it intensified before with a final surge of her power Cyn caused it to explode with enough force to level all those around them. As the dust began to settle Cyn sorrowfully shook her head and started to walk away, suddenly a wall of fire sprang up in front of her causing her to recoil in shock, looking back round she saw the shadowy shape of Lesa slowly walking out of the dust cloud, her body already repaired form Cyn's powerful assault.
"How? That isn't, that shouldn't be possible," she said in horror, she felt the winds of magic tug powerfully and looked closely at Lesa, something was wrong, whereas normal casters drew power from the winds and shaped it into thier spells, Lesa seemed to be generating power of her own and combining that with magic winds casting spells with terrifying power. As Lesa unleashed her gathered power at her Cyn released there was nothing powerful enough here to stop her before everything went black.

Post: #8

V'azrin stopped as he saw the form of Cyn being blasted by another vampire, there was something about her that caused him to pause. Shaking his head he unleashed several dark magic attacks at Cyns assaulter, despite every attack hitting its mark there was no sign of injury at all.
"How strange" murmered the Necrarch
In a whirl of shadow V'azrin teleported himself closer to Lesa
Gathering power from the winds of magic the Necarach decided to first reinforce his own wardings before assaulting his target.

Post: #9

Corporeal Cyn fell to her knees and her scream cut the battlefield. She stood up and generated spikes from all of her metal bandings. She tore off a large section of the lower half of her dress and moved towards her other self and Lesa, ploughing through the serried rangs of unded skaven.

"Lesa, you realise that wasnt all of me"

She jumped towards Lesa, fist forward and all her strength put into the attack.

Post: #10

Mouse charged after Cyn she could tell this was no fighter,she would need someone to watch her back. A Zombie lunged at Cyns back onley to have a throwing dagger burst through its skull. Mouse drew her Chaindaggers slowly she began to twirl them around herself,slowly picking up speed zombies reached for her only to have hands and heads sliced off.

Graveclaw roared hurling himself at the zombies,snarling he grabbed two by the back of the head slamming their faces together brutally pieces of bone and flesh splattered the nearby combatants. Graveclaw threw himself into a group of nearby zombies shambling up behind V'azrin,Graveclaw simply ripped them apart before moving on tearing his way through towards Lesa.

Post: #11

An inferno blazed up around Lesa and V'azrin destroying the zombies nearby "Crush her Necrarch
I'll deal with the rat" Katrina shouted,turning toward Rask fangs bared. A zombie threw it's self at Katrina she hacked it out of the way "Come Skaven let us see who holds greater control over the magic arts" she shouted to Rask, Foedrinker leveled toward him.

Post: #12

Lesa felt something impact on her back and looked down to see the bloodied gauntlet of corporeal Cyn protruding out of her chest, falling to her knee's the fist was removed only to be replaced by a multitude of blows that broke skin and bone as Cyn went into a berserker rage. The other vampires were still underestimating her powers though and too many of them had come too close, nearby stood V'azrin and Katrina and coming up fast Graveclaw was decimating the undead skaven force. As Cyn pulled back from from the bloody mess she had created she felt a gust of wind and looked up, overhead to could see the dark tumbling clouds slowly parting to reveal a bright shaft of sunlight and realised with horror what was about to happen,
"Get back!" she screamed to the other's, but it was too late as with a blinding light shards of pure white light shot down setting the area alight in a cleansing flare, even more deadly against the dead the damage inflicted was vast, every undead troop in the vicinity turned to ash whilst the vampire's skin boiled and blistered, armour melting under the onslaught. As the light died down Lesa stood once more, the necromantic magic healing her bone's and wounds. Striding next to the prone burnt form of corporeal Cyn she picked her up with one hand, before with a wave of her hand a pit into the depth's of the earth opened in front of her. Walking slowly to it Cyn started to stir but not quick enough as with a powerful throw she was cast screaming into the gaping hole, turning back round Lesa carried on in search of her target.

Post: #13

V'azrin hissed necromatic magic swirling around him knitting up any of his wounds, this one was going to be a bother.
Bolts of darkness flew from his eyes crashing into Lesa's back, the vampire turned around slowly to face him and the Necrarch suddenly realised that he might be in a spot of trouble. As flame roared towards him he teleported himself in a flurry of shadow several feet behind lesa.
After a few moments of thought he began an incantation to call down a strike of comets on the vampiress.

Post: #14

OOC: I haven't read anything you posted because this post should probably have been quite a bit before it.

Vekarin watched in amazement as the hordes of undead Skaven clambered up from the ground within his Citadel. He had never seen the rat-men led by a Vampire before, nor had he seen them as undead monstrosities. While many of the rats rose from within the tower and parade grounds, Zosz had been lucky enough to hear the construction of the tunnels below the Citadel first, collapsing many of the tunnels and blocking the path through, many time cutting off larger groups of Skaven from escape. Vekarin drew his sword, cutting down Skaven after Skaven, their blood staining his armor many shades of decomposed red. He heard the buildup of the weapon and the wall before him exploded, throwing enormous chunks of stone and masonry into the air, which fell and crushed defender and attacker alike.
Vekarin dragged himself out of the combat as Zosz appeared at the door to the citadel, holding off a dozen Skaven zombies with fiery sword and magical attack. Vekarin rushed to his aid, easily cutting down most of the Skaven.
"Now Zosz, we have no time to wait!" Vekarin yelled. Zosz nodded silently and began to speak, his rasping voice becoming lower and softer as he spoke. It could be heard by all present as a whisper, yet the sound did not carry. As he spoke, glowing runes similar to the ones barring the iron doors of the Great Hall appeared, weaving and writing their way all up and down the length of the impossibly tall Citadel and the walls beneath it. The next blow of the weapon was merely absorbed by runes blowing on the wall that was attacked, yet they now glowed with less potency.
Satisfied that his Fortress was more well defended from magical attack, Vekarin rushed through the citadel doors, summoning a bodyguard of Wights to aid him. He cut down many Skaven as he ran, barreling into the diminutive beasts. Those that escaped him were quickly cut down by the swords of his Wights as he rushed through the corridors of the Citadel, higher and higher. Eventually, he arrived at a large room filled with winches and pulleys. Glorybane stood there, silhouetted in the flashing lights of the battle far below.
"You have near read my mind, lieutenant." Vekarin spoke.
"I had hoped you would want me here, my lord. Should I give the word." His lieutenant asked.
"Yes, and take these Wights to defend the guns should they come under attack. I must return to the battle." With that, the Vampire Lord rushed down the spiraling stairs. Glorybane raised his gauntleted hand, and skeletons began to pull and crank the winches. All along the Citadel, great doors opening to thin air cranked open slowly. Through them were dragged the cannon of the Violet Citadel. As Vekarin returned to the fighting, enormous booms rent the air. The cannons were firing, each massive shot killing dozens of Skaven or destroying an arcane war machine with unnering accuracy. The battle of the Violet Citadel had begun.

Post: #15

Lesa had still kept the blurring speed the line of Lahmian was famed for and in the blink of an eye she appeared in front of V'azrin, hand closing round his throat before he could disappear once more. As the necrach attempted to struggle out of her grasp she incanted the words for the Lore of Beasts, unholy strength filling her body she placed her other hand on the wizened shoulder, V'azrin felt his bone's starting to crack as she strained to rip his head off his body.

Post: #16

The protective wards on V'azrins body flared...and failed, the Necrarch cursed inwardly there was something about this one interfering with his magic.
Well...that leaves only one option...with all the speed and strength his 4000 years could grant him he pulled out the ancient sacraficial dagger within his robes and drove it into Lesa's shoulder

Post: #17

Stumbling back Lesa heard screams in her head, horrific cries of pain and torment that made her grab her head in agony. As V'azrin sheathed his dagger a half smile crossed his decayed lips only to be replaced by a frown as the accursed vampiress stopped, as she raised her head he saw the warp fire burning brightly and knew the chaos stuff inside her had neutralised the blade's effects. Hearing a rumble of thunder overhead V'azrin desperately tried to jump as surge of lighting flickered towards him.

Post: #18

OOC: Alright, now I've read everything in the RP I'm ready to actually contribute.

Vekarin looked up from the gaping hole in his armor, charred flesh and molted chainmail clearly visible underneath.
"Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to keep me alive, you verminous bloodsucking worm." Vekarin said, his unseen lips curled up in a smile. Rask cocked his head. He was clearly in command of the situation and Vekarin could do nothing to hurt him as long as he had the weapon. That is, until Vekarin stood and threw his sword. Rask leaped aside in suprise, but not fast enough as the massive length of the weapon cut him on the shoulder only slightly. His weak, Skaven body suddenly felt all the weaker and his vision blurred. That was all the time it took for Vekarin to take up the tiny figure and a long bladed dagger, which he held at the small figure's throat.
"I suggest you call off the attack of your pet Lahmian. You know I have ways of making it so nothing can bring you back once I've killed you, so I'd take my advice if I were you." Vekarin growled in a deadly whisper.

Post: #19

Moving backwards in a blur, not even V'azrins supernatural speed fulled by thousands of years of life was fast enough and the Necrarch was thrown through the air. Crashing into the ground, V'azrin stood up quickly smoke rising from his singed robes, throwing back his head he roared his bestial anger and flew forwards towards the one who had attacked his pride so severly.
As he neared Lesa a blade of the darkest shadow appeared in his right hand whilst his left hand moved in a complicated series of gestures, arcane words flowing from his mouth in a torrent of anger.

Post: #20

As the arcane words of V'azrin unleashed a torrent of dark magic Lesa was lifted off her feet and smashed into the ground, before she could rise the enraged necrach was upon her slashing her with the dagger whilst the other hand puched and clawed wherever it could. Gathering her strength she lashed out with her own fist connecting with V'azrin's jaw snapping his head back, snarling he looked back down and with horror saw dazzling light appear in Lesa's eyes as she cast the burning gaze.