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TVC - Chapter 54 - Full Circle

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Reshorn swayed slightly as he chanted softly, drawing on the skills taught to him by those he now fought.

Katie stood at his side, dagger drawn in an attempt to look fierce although she couldn't help but glance at the Necrarch every few moments.

For his part Reshorn had used his arcane prowess to monitor the battle between Micrea and the strange wight.

The Dark Lord has been improving his designs the Necrarch noted.

Turning his attention from the actual creature itself he followed the pulsing cord of necromantic energy that attached it to the controller, a mage who was controlling and commanding it's every action.

Finding the Nagashi who controlled it was easy however Reshorn was not one for confrontation, taking his time he wormed his way past the rival sorcerer's mental wards and defenses. After a few moments the Necrarch stopped chanting and smiled coldly.
"Got you." he whispered.

The Nagashi didn't realize until it was too late the icy cold sensation that had wrapped itself around his mind and with a swift flex of Reshorn's will the Nagashi Sorcerer's mind shattered.

Reshorn opened his eyes, and chuckled at the thought of the enemy wondering why one of their magi had dropped dead.

"Did you get him?" Katie asked breathlessly.

Reshorn nodded.
"The Wight should be not threat to the General now." he replied "Now come, let's find where else on the line needs magical support."
 

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The construct’s blades felled a Grave Guard with a single slash as it turned aside another halberd blow. Even outnumbered, it was holding off Mircea and his bodyguards efficiently. Then another Grave Guard was beheaded as it mistimed its lunge.

Mircea attacked with inhuman speed, launching several strikes per second. Yet not even his superhuman reflexes could penetrate the web of steel that the construct had surrounded itself with. It remained resolute.

Then the thing jerked around, as if it had been internally shaken. It mistimed a strike and Mircea’s blade sliced through its left hand, going right through the thumb and forefinger to remove the hand at the hilt. Caught off guard, the construct’s defenses floundered. After a moment Mircea realized that someone must have killed the controller, which made his job that much easier. The construct’s blade flashed again, trying to block his strikes but this time the reactions where slower, and less skilled.

Mircea’s remaining wights soon swarmed the construct, hacking away at its body with their halberds as Mircea pressed forward with a fresh assault. Soon the construct’s remaining blade could no longer keep up and the Marshals’ blade removed the automaton’s head. The head rolled to the ground, wipes of necromantic energy fading from its eye socket as the rest of the body fell to the ground, truly lifeless this time. After a moment Mircea studied the body to make sure it would not leapt back to life again.

He headed back into the battle, trying to get a sense of where his unit currently was. Behind him his wight bodyguard formed up once more and began to resolutely form a circle around him, hacking away at the enemy.

Currently the various wight units were holding their own quite well against the Nagashi tide once that the Blood Dragons had been fully unleashed. Mircea was glad for their intervention as it now prevented his own unit from being overrun. Truly the full charge of a thousand knights was magnificent, if Mircea himself did not get to view it fully due to his duel with the Nagashi warrior. But he focused back on the battle at hand, trying to figure out what to do.

The Blood Dragons had done their job well, punching a hole in Nagash’s army, but they were cavalry and would not be able to consolidate those gains for long. They would need lots of heavy infantry to exploit the remnants and clean up the remnants of those left in their wake.
The Marshal stalked forward until he spotted a nearby messenger thrall. The vampire moved quickly in front of him.

‘’Sir I was sent here to give you news of the Blood Dragons charge.’’ The thrall began.

‘’I can see that for myself. Rest assured I have new orders for you. Repo t immediately to Luke and tell him to commit our Black Knights and other cavalry into the attack in order to support the sons of Abhorash. I also want our central brigades to move up and support the Blood Dragons as well.’’ Mircea commanded.

‘’All of them my lord?’’ the Thrall seemed shocked.

‘’Do not question me. Now go.’’ Mircea commanded.

The thrall moved quickly off and apologized.

With that gone Mircea activated his own mental control over the nearest undead regiments and commanded them to close in to his positions and counterattack against the Nagashi. Mircea was effectively pulling out most of the Carstein reserves to exploit the gains made in the center, all perhaps the wraiths and ethereal division. Mircea was not quite prepared to commit them just yet unless it was absolutely necessary.

Squadrons of heavy cavalry under the command of Luke immediately moved out to form into a spearhead formation, the Carsteins following the lane of attack that the Blood Dragons had cut earlier. The wight cavalry immediately crashed into the remnants of the enemy regiments that had been so utterly brutalized by the Blood Dragons earlier assault. A hole had been smashed in Nagash’s army and the wights were doing their best to widen it.

Behind them came groups of skeletons and zombies, formed up into deep ranks as they began to cut down the remaining Nagashi in front of them. More and more skeletons arrived to support the Carstein wights as Mircea brought forth almost all of the army’s central reserve save for a few elements.

Currently the Carsteins held their ground solidly, forming a seemingly unbreakable ring around Vlad, Lesa and the Council’s leadership. However the teeming hordes of Nagash still surged forth in the horizon and the baleful figure of the Great Necromancer himself had yet to enter the fray.
 

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As the Blood Dragons and Carstein forces cut their way through the Nagashi lines Vlad felt a burning sensation within his veins as his gaze met that of the great Necromancer. Ignoring the carnage around him he moved forward away from his side towards Nagash. His path was not obstructed as Nagash moved towards him.

The two masters of Undeath met halfway. "Long has it been since I knelt before you." Vlad commented "Never again!" The massive form of Nagash loomed over him holding the legendary Staff of Ages and a great black sword. His green balefire eyes bore into Vlad's as the Vampire Lord raised his own sword in challenge.
 

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Nagash had watched and waited as the battle had unfolded before him, pulling the strings of power that controlled his vast army effortlessly. It had not gone as he as expected, the vampires had proved to be much more potent that he could have ever anticipated.

Spells and cannons had hit him in a barrage, each proving fruitless against the meteoric armour that clad his form. The enchantments he had fused into it the thousands of years ago still held strong, and he had barely felt the blows that would have felled Giants and Greater Daemons alike.

It was the Lahmian that was proving to be the most frustrating. Her strength was immense, and of all the mages he had encountered and destroyed, Nagash had not met an opponent as naturally powerful as she. Despite all of that, she could not come close to matching the Dark Lord, but she could how block his attempts to take control of the his enemies dead.

With barely an effort he unleashed another dark tide of magick against the shields protecting her, amusement flickering in his witchlights as some of her underlings perished and she stumbled to her knees. It was not a question of whether he could overwhelm her, but more of the fact that it would take some time and a good deal of his power. Nagash had learned his lessons from his previous deaths, and would only commit himself to such an attack when he was sure his foes could not take advantage of it.

Elsewhere on the battlefield it was hard to see who had the upperhand. On one flank an avatar of the old gods was carving through his lines, an act which gave even the Dark Lord a moment of concern. Having destroyed the covenant such a thing should not have been possible, but now was not the time to figure out the reason why. A spoken word caused the limbs of the dead in those sections to fill with unholy vigour, moving forward like a tidal wave that threaten to drown out the light of the avatar.

A blow to his forces so strong dragged Nagash's gaze back to the centre.

"Abhorash,"

The hissed words from the Liche's mouth were spoken with such venom that no curse could have equalled it. Even from this distance the ride of the Blood Dragon's was horrifyingly impressive, and such was its potency that for the first time the Dark Lord felt his lines falter.

"Destroy him and his spawn will cower and flee"

The command reverberated in the Executioner's head, who moved swiftly to enact his master's wishes. Still it would not be enough, something had to be done to break his enemies resolve, and in a moment Nagash saw it. Not only was he powerful beyond belief, but he still retained his tactical genius from his sacking of Nehekhara. He could see the Carstein foot soldiers would quickly move to take advantage of the hole the Blood Dragon's had created, and there was one easy way to crush the Carstein's morale, and one that was much less protected.

Focusing, Nagash exerted his immense will whilst moving forward towards the enemies lines. The Nagashi moved to avoid being crushed underfoot as his chosen foe did likewise. The Dark Lord was not ready to commit to the frontlines just yet though, and he created a path for the progenitor of the Carsteins to approach.

"Long has it been since I knelt before you," Vlad commented "Never again!"

As the vampire raised his sword in challenge Nagash regarded him, before a hissing sound filled the air. It took a few moments to realise the sound was the laughter of the Dark Lord, laughter at the impudence of the vermin in front of him.

"True words," he finally answered, "for there will be naught left of you to kneel with". There was no other warning as barrage of neon energy hammered into the vampire from the outstretched staff.
 

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Vekarin watched the crimson charge of his kin as they hammered into the sea of the dark lord's undead. Even a heart as old and irrevocably altered as the ancient Blood Dragon's felt a sliver of pride at the awe-inspiring sight of his blood father crushing the hordes before him like an avatar of ancient death itself.
As cursed length of the Dark Blade flitted in and out of the raging melee about him, Vekarin committed a minute sliver of his attention to surveying the field about him, a skill honed over millennia of warfare. He felt the wash of arcane power as Nagash struck out at Simon von Carstein. The balefire eyes that rested in the pits of the Mask of Skulls flicked up to gaze upon the undead giant, focusing upon the dark splendor that wreathed the ancient sorceror as a fell voice whispered in Vekarin's head...

Ahhh... now that would be a prize.
 

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Markus Slouched in his saddle, his undead heart was breaking. He knew vaskatchi felt it too and Rick. Their sire was gone from this world. He sat up, he felt the power in his blade yet even that was no condolence. Raising wraith to the sky, he roared with unholy vigor "FOR JASON! FOR THE SHADOW KEEP!... For the frozen north!" he ripped the helm from his head and dropped it to the ground, his knights did the same, all the knights had similar features to markus. Tightening the grip on the reins he kicked his steed into a slow canter, his knights followed lances ready. He sent his thoughts to lesa through wraith. /my father is dead... What are your orders/
 

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Akarin ducked as a Nagashi wight lunged at him but the vampire's blade removed the attacker's head with ease.
The assassin quietly pulled back from the attackers for a moment to recover.

"Master! We need to fall back!" cried one of Akarin's disciples.

Akarin closed his eyes for a moment, sensing the blood of his Lord only a short distance infront of him, if they could keep advancing they would meet up with the Count.

"Keep going!" Akarin hissed back at the seven following assassins as he threw himself forward once more.

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Nekhlior frowned as he felt a wave of arcane power pulse out from the battlefield, resonating in a way no other mage's magic could.

"The Dark Lord." hissed the Necrarch as he twisted his dragon to look down for Nagash, it didn't take long to find him.
To the Necrarch's aethyric sight the great Liche's form burned so brightly that it almost pained the vampire to look at him, the vampire grimaced as he saw the Great Necromancer strike out at Vashanesh with his arcane might.

The ancient Necrarch mentally reached towards Reshorn, sending a short message.
"Our old king is under attack by the Great Lord, tell his child."

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Karl frowned as he heard a commotion to his right, turning he saw the withered Necrarch get of V'azrin push past his guard towards him followed closely by the young lahmian.

"King's get!" he cried.

With a small mental nudge the Regent ordered his guards to move aside.

"What is it warlock? I am conducting a battle." he said with some annoyance as he sent a series of new silent commands to a few regiments of von Carstein undead foot soldiers close to the front line.

Reshorn give a short bow.
"Your sire is under attack from Nagash!" he hissed.

Karl turned and strode off straight away without a response in search for the Marshal.
 

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Battle waged around him fiercely. Mircea admired the fresh gains they had made in the enemy lines. The Blood Dragons had performed their role of shock cavalry excellently. Right now he was sending everything he had to widen the gap and push a bigger hole in the Nagashi lines. He only hoped it would be enough.

His sword flashed, cutting down another Pinnacle Guard as he waded into combat once more. Occasionally he caught glimpses of Blood Dragons in crimson armor, mixed in with the Carstein forces, but in the chaos of battle it was almost impossible to tell.

Ad then he felt it. The coming of Nagash. Who could not? The air practically sang with dhar. There was only one being in the world who had such a presence above him. It was like death itself had taken a physical presence on the battlefield. In that moment Mircea’ fears came true. Nagash had indeed committed himself into the battle.

Somewhere in the chaos of battle Karl emerged from combat, his sword and armor covered in the dried blood of the Nagashi. He looked worried in a way that Mircea had never expected the composed nobleman to do.

‘’Marshal!’’

‘’Yes? What news do you have?’’ Mircea said, beheading another Nagashi skeleton.

‘’Look! Our master engages the Great Necromancer himself!’’ Karl pointed.

In the distance, to his horror, he saw Vlad move and engaged Nagash in single combat. Mircea himself was as proud of his Count as any Carstein, but even he could see fighting Nagash in single combat was madness.

‘’Come quickly! To the Count!’’ he urged his bodyguard of wights to follow him as he desperately hacked his way to Vlad’s position.

‘’What is he doing?’’ he asked Karl in disbelief.
 

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The vampires watched in horror as Vlad was enveloped by Nagash's power. The Vampire King vanished away apparently immolated by the sheer force of Nagash's attack.

Suddenly! The Dark energy exploded outwards causing the Great Necromancer to instinctively raise one of his hands to shield his face. As the shockwave destroyed all the undead around them in in a fifty meter radius.

The entire battlefield seemed to pause. Vlad emerged from the smoke looking scorched and bruised but otherwise unharmed. His form seemed to morph and shift as his face took on more bestial features. His eyes were now an even brighter sickly green and there seemed to be a faint aura of similar colour around him. "Perhaps you will do the honour of kneeling at my feet instead." he said his voice deeper and more unearthly as he raised his sword.
 

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Karl grabbed Micrea by the shoulder, halting the other vampire mid-stride.

"Wait Marshal! We can't rush blindly ahead, the Great Necromancer would throw us aside with little effort!" Karl snarled, his own frustration at the situation becoming evident.

The Regent began to open his mouth again when a wave of dark power washed over them, Karl stumbled slightly before regaining his balance.

"What..."

"It's the king, your count managed to counter-act Nagash's spell!" Reshorn interupted from behind the von Carsteins.

Karl turned back to Micrea with a thoughtful expression.
"Father is managing to match Nagash now but he'll need more help, we need a plan, charging in will get us killed...what about Abhorash? Perhaps together he and father would stand a chance?"

Admittedly that plan had a rather large flaw, being that Karl had no idea where the blood dragon was but perhaps Micrea would.
 

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Mrcea halted at Karl’s words, he hated the idea of leaving Vlad to face Nagash alone, but he could see the wisdom is Karl’s words. They would have to wait for the moment, or at least until they could bring significant reinforcement to properly bear. Mircea couldn’t bear the thought of losing Vlad a second time, the first had nearly destroyed them.

‘’As much as I have confidence in our leader, he is facing the very being who invented necromancy itself.’’ Mircea replied. ‘’As for Abhorash he was leading the charge of his sons right into the enemy formations after I deployed my troops. He’s somewhere deep in the fighting and we would have to hack our way through to get to him.’’
 

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"Perhaps you will do the honour of kneeling at my feet instead."

Vlad's proud words would had made the Great Necromancer laugh if he had any humour left within him. Instead there was no verbal retort, simply another gesture which lanced the vampire through with black energy. Yet whilst Vlad stumbled back briefly, his wounds reknit in seconds and it was clear from the look on his face that the Carstein thought he had the upper hand.

"Always so arrogant," Nagash said witheringly, lashing out with Mortis. The black sword was taller than the vampire it was aimed at, yet despite its length it struck only empty air. Two more followed, swift as a snake's tongue before the fourth finally struck home into Vlad's shoulder.

Where it touch the skin turned black, draining the unholy strength and funnelling it back to its bearer. But suddenly it stopped as the process was reversed. the power of the Carstein Ring resisting the blades effects and lending strength to the vampire.

The two monumentally powerful creatures stood locked for a moment, the Master Vampire straining against the Liche, trying to force Mortis back.

"You forget one thing," Nagash spat as he shifted his grip on Mortis, "I created your trinket...."he moved his body closer, bending down so Vlad could stare into the witchlights that passed for Nagash's eyes, ".....and I can undo it."

With a wrench Nagash stepped back, tearing Mortis from Vlad's body down and out his side. A shouted word followed, and the Carstein Ring on Vlad's hand flickered, before going dark. Without its power even a Master Vampire could not heal such a grievous wound and he staggered down to one knee.

"I knew you would kneel one final time" Nagash mocked as he brought Mortis around in one final swing.
 

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Mircea turned his attention away from the climactic battle between Nagash and Vlad to look around for one of his subordinates in the swirling melee. He quickly stalked past a struggling wight to behead a Nagashi cultist.

‘’You!’’ he bellowed to a near vampire officer.

‘’Yes Marshal?’’ the thrall looked up, having kicked off a Pinnacle Guard.

‘’Quickly, move and find Abhorash I need his hel-‘’

‘’-Look sir’’ the thrall suddenly pointed behind him. Mircea swirled around to see the Carstein ring grow dark and Nagash raise his blade one final time.

‘’No!’’ Mircea heard. It took him a second to realize it was his own voice.
 

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"Artillery sections four, seven and twelve turn and concentrate fire on the enemy flank." commanded Gabriel spyglass to his eye "The rest of you try and clear a path through the centre so the Supreme Marshal can get through!" There was a pause and then the Carstein artillery belched fire into the enemy hordes. Scores of enemy troops callapsed or were blown apart. Gabriel smiled he truly was in his element. "SIR! UP ABOVE!" Someone shouted. Glancing up he noticed winged man sized monstrosities bearing down on them. Nagash had evidently tired of the the Carsteins superiority in artillery. "PISTOLS!" Gabriel shouted drawing his own and pointing them up at the enemy. All around him his crews dropped what they had and grimly drew their own blackpowder weapons. "FIRE!" Gabriel shouted discharging his weapons.

Across the battlefield Maximillian found himself surrounded by cultists "They say you're the fastest in the entire old world." the leader of the horde said grinning maniacally" "They exaggerate" Maximillian replied "In the bed chamber I take my time." As the horde closed in he continued "My brother on the other hand complete opposite slower than me but much stronger." "and does he he take his time in the bed chamber as well." the Leader asked sarcastically. "Why don't you ask him?" Maximillian replied pointing. On instinct the cultists turned just in time to see Marius's great hammer swinging into them in an arc shattering bones and armour alike. The cultist leader turned back to Maximillian just in time to feel the vampire's blade pierce his throat. "Fast enough for you?" was the last thing he heard as oblivion took him.

Sitting on her throne Sariah had watched the battle safely from a distance her powers effecting her husbands army and making it strong, stronger than Nagash's regulars at any rate. Now she stood sensing Vlad's great battle with destiny. Surprisingly lucid she concentrated on her husband. "The King needs help you must aid him now!"

Up above in the sky Simon hacked through another Zenith Lord when he felt Sariah's cry. Turning Ancalogan around his face went completely bestial "Protect the King! Ancalogan FASTER!" He roared as the Vampire Lord and Zombie Dragon charged towards the battle.

Before Nagash's killing blow could connect another weapon materialised from nowhere and intercepted it. Nagash stared in astonishment as Nar-Zuul gripping his scythe two handed held Nagash back. "Getting your hands dirty this time Nar-Zuul my former servant?" Nagash asked "We all have a part to play in this my former lord." Nar-Zuul replied "Perhaps this is mine." Nagash raised the staff of Ages. "Perhaps it is." he agreed as dark energy erupted from it striking the wraith head on. Nar-Zuul screamed as he was blown away by the sheer force of the blast. Nagash turned back to Vashanesh just in time to feel the vampire's sword strike him. Angered he struck out with Mortis only for Vashanesh to leap back out of range. Nagash was astounded to see the vampire's flesh knitting back together. Standing tall Vashanesh glared into Nagash's eye sockets. "The ring may not work against you but I have other means." he said raising his sword. "You didn't make this!"
 

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Karl glanced at the thrall who was still standing behind Micrea in shock at the display of raw power between Master Vampire and Liche.
"Find Abhorash now!" he hissed causing the lesser vampire to run of at great speed.

Karl turned as he sensed a familar presence pushing fighting it's way towards him.
After a few moments Akarin, followed by seven of his acoltyes, came into view.

"Regent." he muttered "I got cut of trying to make my way to Nagash, his power makes shadow-stepping difficult." the assassin continued.

Karl frowned in thought at Akarin before looking at Micrea and Reshorn.

We could try...the four of us might stand a chance if we help Vashanesh. he thought silently to himself.

As if reading the von Carstein's mind Reshorn looked up.

"Another enters the battle." he rasped.

Karl followed the Necrarch's gaze to see Simon atop his dragon speeding through the air towards Nagash's location.

Before he could consider their gathered strength he was distracted by a cutting scream which rang out above the din of battle.
Reshorn once again voiced his thoughts.

"The immortal Nar-Zuul" he muttered to himself with a distracted look before nodding to an unseen voice.

Ignoring the warlock Karl turned to Micrea.
"Marshal father can't hold on, with Reshorn, Akarin and Simon we may stand a chance to assist father but we need to decide how to act now before it's too late."

Karl believed in Vashanesh but no one could stand alone against Nagash for long.
It was impossible.


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Nekhlior frowned at the battlefield, his magical senses felt the pain of an old ally.

"That was Nar-zuul, the King's children have begun moving against the Dark Lord." he pulsed down the mental link to Reshorn and Kraskor.

He heard Reshorn's mental voice mutter something but ignored it.

The ancient Necrarch considered it, he had ignored Nagash for the most part, the Liche was simply to powerful to strike against but with his attention so divided any counter-attack would lack it's usual bite.
Although that hardly negated the overall danger.

Closing his eyes the sorcerer located the burning blaze that was Nagash's aura,with a mental nudge he commanded his dragon to circle this area and at the same time cloaked his presence so that the Dark Lord would not sense him straight away.

"Here goes nothing." Nekhlior muttered.

Gathering the winds of magic he began his incantation, the attack wouldn't harm the Nagash as such, but it would distract him.
Whatever happened Vashanesh mustn't die.

Reaching out with his strength the Necrarch launched a volley of arcane power, a barrage of necromantic, flame and lightining bolt flashed downwards towards Nagash.
 

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Mircea pondered for a moment. Right now Vlad’s seemingly imminent death had been averted by Simon’s intervention. They could wait for Abhorash and then strike, but if they waited too long Nagash might gain the upper hand. He had heard Nar-Zuul’s scream and knew the wraith was out of the battle at the moment, so that was one down already.

It was clear that he must attack immediately.

He had contemplated leading a group of his wights into the fray, but he was not sure that would work, if they got too close to the Great Necromancer then Nagash could subvert them and have them attack the Carsteins, already the odds were stacked against them. No, for him it would be the vampires only.

‘’We go now, if we wait too long we Nagash might slay another of our kin. I would like for Abhorash to be at our side, but we cannot waste time. I trust I have no objections to my plan?’’ Mircea looked at the others
 

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Karl nodded at Micrea's words.
"I was thinking the same, I would like Abhorash to be here also but it can not be helped." the regent replied softly.

Akarin waved towards his seven acolytes.
"I will come but these seven will spread themselves along our forces to help strengthen the line, they're skilled killers but would merely get in the way in a normal fight against Nagash and normal assassin techniques are useless against the wraith."

The lesser vampiric assassins nodded in agreement and moved away in different directions to distribute themselves within the von Carstein army.

Karl glanced at Reshorn who bowed deeply.
"My Master Nekhlior commands that Vashanesh live and so I shall assist in all ways that are possible."

Karl glanced back at the Marshal and give a faint smile.
"It seems our course is set old friend."

At that very instant the sky was alight with flame and lightning raining down on Nagash's position.

"Well that's certainly flashy." Akarin said raising an eyebrow

"He thinks that will defeat the Liche?" Karl added in disbelief.

"No...he's stalling...merely buying time for us to help." Reshorn said softly a small amount of shock registering in his tone.
I didn't think he'd dare to something so reckless or personally dangerous. he thought to himself although another part of his mind was simply surprised at the magnitude of the quickly summoned magical attack.

Karl turned to Micrea.
"Very well, lets go."
 

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The lithe form of the Guilt strode quickly and surely towards the enemy force that formed around the giant war engine that resembled a mobile factory. One amidst the vampires assembled therein caught her eye, a knight in armor bearing nearly invisible runes of power. No cry of challenge was necessary as their gazes met, and she rapped her blades against each other twice.

Confident in the wards that swathed her very body, the Guilt assayed a quick lunge against Peter as the two forces crashed together with the sound of steel upon wood.
 

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The ground thundered Nekhlior's assault struck the Great Necromancer. The resulting glare was bright enough to make the darkness seem day.

Abhorash hissed as he was temporarily blinded, turning his head to one side even as he struck out at where he knew his foe was. Instead of the the crunch of armour however, a clang caused his sword to bounce back, the shock reverberating up his arm.

Instinct caused the Master of the Blood Dragons to swiftly dodge back, the displaced air in front of his face telling of a closely missed strike. The power from the counter had been from something much stronger than he had been fighting, and in his blindness he knew any mistake would be fatal. Flaring his nostrils Abhorash caught a scent, an earthy musk of something circling to his left. His opponents muted movements were barely discernible above the din of battle, but enough was heard for Abhorash to know his foe was large, but moving with the poise of someone who was skilled enough to use that bulk without it being a hindrance.

"Executioner," Abhorash snarled, "are you so cowardly you would wait until I am blind before you dare to strike?"

A grunt in surprise was his only response, before the slight shift of sand and whistle of air gave Abhorash all the warning he needed. Like a chess master a series of events played out in the vampire's head in an instant, thinking of all the possible moves and counters, of the possibilities and likelihoods of his opponent moves.

The moment passed and a second later the massive axe of the Executioner slammed into the ground with a thud. Abhorash could feel the Dreadlord's glare, and his laughter echoed over the battle. He had not moved one inch, correctly assuming his foes attempt to trick and move into the attack.

"You have no concept of who you face, whelp. Blind or not, you are naught compared to one such as I."

There was another whistle of air, followed by another grunt from the Executioner. A cough followed, swiftly by another, this time stinking of blood. Dropping to his knees the Executioner stared down in shock at the gauntlet that had punctured his chest, slowly raising his eyes to meet blind look of Abhorash.

"Your time ends now, spawn of Nagash," Abhorash spat as he crushed the heart within his grasp.

*****


Nagash felt the death of his Dreadlord as Vlad struck him again through the maelstrom of magic that Nekhlior was channelling at him. Around him he could feel the battle turning against him, and visions of his previous defeats rushed through his head.

"No." he hissed, anger flaring within. For a moment it threatened to overwhelm his senses, to take control and have him lash out indiscriminately, but only for a moment. Nagash had not returned from death so many times by loosing control, and he grabbed hold of the anger, twisting, forcing to fuel his power.

"ENOUGH." The word itself was like a shockwave, but nothing compared to the surge of magic that followed. The force was enough to buffet Vlad off his feet, before it coalesced inwards into a lance of power that skewered through both Nekhlior and his mount. As they began to fall Nagash's gaze fell to Vlad, bolts of power striking once, twice, before a third and final time.

A kick span Vlad's blade somewhere into the battle, leaving behind the bloody and battered form of the Carstein progenitor. Most of his amour had been reduced to molten slag, bones and muscle showed through scorched skin, and one half of his face had been burned away to reveal a grinning skull.

"No more games, only death" Nagash spoke, as the bolts lashed out from his eyes for the final time.
 

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The Dreadlord was quick, quicker than Peter had thought possible. It was a woman, which surprised him briefly, before his training took over and he instinctively blocked the first few strikes sent towards his way in a storm of steel.

Although she fought with two blades, she was not especially strong or aggressive, and Peter wondered why for a moment. After he blocked a strike to her head Peter reversed his footing and drove a blow right at her stomach, under her arm.

It was a mistake as he felt a blinding pain shot up his chest. He stumbled back, fingers coming away from his chest as he realized that the wound he had taken would be one that would have happened if he had inflicted it on the Dreadlord.

This would be the Guilt. He reflected mentally. They had a briefing on the Dreadlord’s abilities beforehand by Mircea. It seems she had the bad luck to stumble in the invulnerable one. A look of amusement dawned in the eyes of the Dreadlord as she realized the look of surprise in his face.

She pressed the attack as Peter was forced on the defensive. He evidently couldn’t hurt her, and would be essentially be forced to fight defensively. And while Peter wore heavy armor, he was not invulnerable and hits would get in.

And they did get in, at first there was a kick here and there, but eventually the Guilt’s blade began to draw more and more blood. The construction that went into his armor was exquisite, but even it was not entirely proof against whatever hellforged blades the Guilt wielded.

If he could not harm her then perhaps he could restrain her? He thought.

This was a duel of honor, but Peter felt comfortable enough calling for help once his foe was revealed to be invulnerable. He was fairly certain those kinds of magics were not in fair spirit.

This will hurt, he thought, as he lunged at her suddenly, her blades clattering off his breastplate as he dropped his own sword and tried to catch her in a bearhug. The Guilt gave a cry of surprise as his arm encircled her and he forced her to the ground.

‘’Come! Help!’’ he shouted for his personal guard to come in. Immediately four wights came in to help restraint he Guilt and carry her beyond the battle. She writhed beneath him like a snake.

However the wights never got the chance to reach her as he began to chant foul words under her breath, words of power. In a moment Peter was launched off of her, pain blasting through his body as he was flung a dozen feet back. The other wights were blown to pieces.Without the armor he wore Peter would probably be dead.

Slowly the Guilt got back up and looked for her blade. She had a job to finish.

****

Lucia shot another Nagashi cultist as more and more pressed to get at her and Ms. Lovette. Right now the various skeletons under her command were doing a fine job so far, but even that looked like it was soon to change as more undead pressed in.

She had felt the arrival of Nagash into the field, and how could she not? It was like a colossus of evil striding across the battlefield, anybody with witchsight could see it as a supernova of power, something that utterly dwarfed even her own considerable powers.

She had faith in Vlad that they would win and of the Marshal for laying out the defensive lines, but the sight of Nagash still chilled her to the bone. After a moment she detected something else with her mage senses.

An explosion of magical power not too far from here in a place where Peter was fighting. Concern warred in her undead heart as she bit her lip. What she felt did not sound positive. She moved quickly from her spot in the battlefield.

She had been without him for centuries she would not lose him again.

**********

When the surviving observers looked at that moment in restrospect, it would be at that moment Mircea completely lost his shit.

A loud curse of such vulgarity filled the air that would make even Jan blush with envy. It was a sound of incoherent frustration, born of centuries. Even among the din of the battle nobody could possible miss that sound. Mircea turned to Karl , his face utterly twisted until a bestial mask of anger.

"WE HAVE WASTED TOO LONG!’’ for a moment Karl actually thought Mircea was going attack him, but he turned away to one of his necromancer subordinates.

‘’I want everything to attack Nagash, every cannon, archer and musketeer. Order my mercenary crossbowmen! Order Simon’s Ogres! Everyone in range of Nagash is to attack immediately!’’ Mircea roared with utter vitriol.

‘’But most of them are already enage-‘’ the Necromancer never got the chance as Mircea’s fist pulped his skull in one swift move. The Marshal turned to another fearful Necromancer.

‘’You are promoted, carry out my orders NOW!’’ The Necromancer fearfully nodded and rushed off.

Mircea then turned to his personal guard, rank after rank of Drakenhof Guard.

‘’ Listen up! Everything in range attack him! Kill Him! KILL NAGASH! DON’T STOP UNTIL HE’S DEAD! DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!’’ Mircea roared.

With that he rushed off, rank after rank of Grave Guard following him, the Marshal’s mind, for once in his existence, was utterly clouded by rage of which he had never known before. He did not know why Vlad saw fit to fight Nagash one by one, or leave the cordon he had set up. All Mircea wanted to do was slay the Master of Necromancy as soon as possible.

Across the field a terrified Necromancer spread the word. Those who could do so immediately opened fire at Nagash whenever they had the chance too. Arrows, slings, muskets and what few cannon the Carsteins had directed against Nagash, all useless against his wards as Mircea led a spearhead of Grave Guard right to attack him.

Now would be the final attack for the Carsteins.
 

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The Guilt fixed her opponent with a sneer of utter contempt as she rose to her feet. She would not be so easily dealt with by parlor tricks.

"Attend me." She uttered as she picked up her fallen blade. In response a small detachment of unengaged Pinnacle Guard stormed towards the duelling pair, preventing any units nearby from assisting Peter again.

Even as Nagashi wights crashed into those of the Vampire Council, arcane fire smouldered around the Guilt's hand. A bolt of pure Dhar streaked towards Peter, only to crash into a hastily summoned magical shield that barely stopped the blast. The resultant impact sent him staggering back several steps. Her body still burning with black fire, she followed up with a storm of seething green energy darts as she strode purposefully towards Peter.

The magical onslaught was deflected by Peter's outstretched hand, just in time for their blades to cross once again. While her martial skill was a notch below Peter's, her complete invulnerability to his blade ran counter to everything Peter had learnt thus far. He parried or moved around the blows she made, but the need to refrain from counter-attacking almost unbalanced his defense. Gashes appeared in his armor from a close pass as the two pirouetted past each other, only for Peter's enchanted armor to seal itself shut and repair the damage.

The Guilt's fighting skills were not enough to directly overcome Peter, and her patience began to wear a little thin waiting for an opportunity to strike a decisive blow. As Peter blocked yet another of her attacks she simply crashed into his guard. The blow that was meant for her was never felt by her, instead it sent Peter reeling as he dealt himself a shallow wound.

The silhouette of the Guilt loomed as arcs of purple lightning shot forth from her hands towards the prone Peter. She would slay him one way or another.
 

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Lucia ran quickly through the battlefield, often forced to go around large groups of battling undead. She could hear the cries of the dying and the constant clash of weapons all around her, but she was focused on only one thing, finding Peter.

Eventually she spotted his form, lying on the ground. Various Pinnacle Guard surrounded him, along with the form of what she assumed to be a Dreadlord, it was some sort of woman who was preparing to blast her beloved.

There were too many of them for her to deal alone. She hesitated for a moment before finally taking off her null stone and tossing it away. She had no choice. If there was a time most unleash her powers she had to do it right now.

Otherwise everything would be lost.

She shot the first Pinnacle guard before it turned around and then shot a second one with her other pistol. With her ammunition gone she summoned forth her powers, letting loose a vast torrent of black lightning, a blast which was far more than she intended, but it got the job done, annihilating the rest of the wights.

The Guilt was gone, she could not see her anywhere. Perhaps she had been destroyed in the blast?

Lucia ran over to Peter quickly.

‘’You’re hurt badly.’’ She knelt with concern, bits of aetheric energy playing over her body.

‘’Lucia……your stone’’ Peter started.

‘’I had to use it. It hurts to feel so much power inside of me.’’ She responded.

‘’Behind you!’’ Peter shouted, having spotted a bit of movement. It was the Guilt, who had hidden herself with sorcery. The Dreadlord’s blade flashed forward like a lightning.

Lucia barely had time to turn around before the Guilt slashed as her, drawing a crimson line over her stomach. She stumbled back, fighting to keep her guts in. The Guilt looked annoyed more than anything else.

‘’She can’t be hurt! Run!’’ Peter shouted as he tried to get up. The Guilt blasted him away. Her movements were casual, she had no worry, why should she?

‘’I’ll deal with you later.’’ She said curtly before turning her attention to Lucia. She lunged forward, quick as a striking cobra, skewering the Carstein vampire through the heart. Black pain shot up through her chest.

‘’You have no hope. I am invincible.’’ The Guilt gloated.

‘’N-no, not invincible.’’ Lucia lunged forward, impaling herself further on the blade and wrapping her arms around the Guilt in a death grip.

‘’What are you doing?’’ The Guilt snarled, trying to break free, but raw magic surrounded her, engulfing both of them.

‘’Lucia don’t!’’ Pete screamed, horror engulfing his heart as he realized what was about to happy.

‘’This is the only way Peter! I love you!’’ shouted Lucia as the magic built up as she unleashed everything within her. In a moment the walls between the Realm of Chaos and reality opened up in the middle of the battlefield.
 

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Karl was startled out of his own horror at Vashanesh's fate by Micrea's raw rage.

""WE HAVE WAITED TOO LONG!’’ the Marshal screamed at him furiously.

Karl stood silently watching Micrea angrily command the forces around him to attack, the Regent wasn't so sure that was prudent but the other vampire was far from rational thought.

"What now master?" Akarin asked softly.

Karl turned, realising with his father dead he was, as Regent, the senior von Carstein of Sylvania...for however long he had left to live.

Behind the vampire he heard Reshorn sobbing softly.
"The king gone, my master gone, Abhorash will die, we'll all die and then who will remember lost Lahmia?" he wept to himself.

Karl spun and backhanded the Necrarch hard enough to throw him from his feet.
"Pull yourself together! Your insanity can wait, for now you obey me!" he hissed.

The vampiric sorcerer pulled himself to his feet nodding fearfully at the other vampire, the unnatural aura of command that Karl radiated was stronger than any of the King's line Reshorn had ever witnessed with the exception of the King himself.

Karl nodded and turned to Akarin.
"Both of you follow me and Reshorn you will keep us hidden from the sight of others."

The three turned and strode away from Micrea's main attack after a few steps the trio's forms began to shimmer and then they vanished from sight completely.


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Nekhlior smashed into the ground, his semi-successful teleportation having carried him to the rear of the Council's forces, sadly however he hadn't managed to rid himself of all the momentum of his original fall.
His broken arm was already beginning to heal but worst was the round hole in the vampire's chest that.
He looked down and grimaced at how close to the heart that attack had come.

"I will survive." he muttered to himself, already feeling slight stronger.

"Not completely correct, you will regenerate that wound normally but the winds of magic are too chaotic right now for you to easily draw upon and the more serious hidden damage will not be fixed." a familiar voice said.

Cursing the Necrarch turned to see the shade of V'azin grinning at him.

"You're...not...real." Nekhlior hissed through his pain.

"True Lesa killed me, likely I'm just a the delusions of you're weakened mind. Nagash's attack was more than mere energy punching a hole right through you, it's ravaged you internally. Your already fragile control over a broken mind is probably just slipping...thus delusions!" the shade said happily.

"Or I'm a ghost!" he added with a snicker.

Ignoring the delusion Nekhlior looked around, after a few moments the Necrarch saw the gathering of the surviving Necromancer's who stood with Lesa.

"Now don't be stupid Nekhlior, you might feel fine in abit and you'll even perform normally but unless you rest soon you're going to eventually die from the internal damage to your organs, even the undead need our hearts and brains to keep working." his dead brother warned.

Ignoring him again Nekhlior ran a hand over his chest and felt the hole closing over, apparently his imagined V'azrin had been correct.

Drawing himself to his full height, and pushing aside the pain that movement caused, the Necarch began stridding towards Lesa, ignoring the annoyed looking his delusion kept shooting him.
 

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A force of sheer rage flew through the sky towards Nagash. "FASTER!!!!" Simon screamed his face bestial. Ancalagan obeyed seemingly embodying the sheer hate and anger that the Vampire Lord had allowed to consume him. It had been the only way to deal with the terror and fear Simon really felt. Seeing his grandsire fall had finally pushed Simon over the edge completely.

Nagash looked up as Ancalagan approached. Raising the Staff of Ages a beam of green balefire erupted from it striking the zombie Dragon head on. Simon cried out as he lost control and both dragon and master flew past Nagash overhead and crashed into the ground smashing into the various undead combatants.
 

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The dragon hit the ground hard, whipping up dust and debris everywhere. Scores of nearby troops, both of the Council and the enemy army, were chorused underneath it’s great bulk. But Mircea did not care. He only saw red.

Nagash spoke a word and the first rank of Grave Guard simply collapsed, reduced to dust. That did not stop the rest as more and more wights swarmed Nagash, hacking and tearing at him with a multitude of blades.

‘’I recognize you.’’ Nagash began. ‘’You slew the Verdict. Your aura speaks of his death, and you bring this horde of basic constructs against me? You cannot be serious.’’ He lashed about with his sword and staff, sending wight after wight flying about.

‘’DIE!’’ Mircea was practically foaming at the mouth as he charged Nagash and for a moment actually staggered the Great Necromancer, before being struck back with a word of power, sending the Marshal sprawling on the ground. Scarcely had this happened when the rest of the wights swarmed, hacking at the Great Necromancer.

Nagash seemed amused by this, sending a burst of green fire amongst their ranks, scattering more of them with each burst. He raised his sword to block a sudden strike from Mircea, who had returned to his feet. The Staff of Ages rose in the other hand to fend off an attack from a wight as one of the wight’s halberds embedded themselves in his ankle.

Desperately Mircea was trying to use the wights to pin down Nagash’s mobility so that he would have a better chance of landing a killing blow on the Necromancer. A good plan, if not for the fact that Mircea and his troops were hopelessly outmatched.

‘’Such anger won’t avail you much.’’ Nagash told the enraged General. ‘’Nor will the pinpricks inflicted by your blades matter in the slightest.’’ Easily, Nagash healed the gash on his ankle and blasted away a wight with a burst of black lightning.

In his other hand his staff weaved as he spun around, a wave of coruscating energy billowing out, striking down wight after wight. Mircea’s latest strike then found a way through his defenses to pierce through a chink in Nagash’s armor and sink halfway through.

‘’I am starting to get bored with this charade.’’ Nagash spoke and his own sword hand moved faster than Mircea had thought possible. Nagash slashed right through Mircea’s sword arm and chest in a movement like lightning.

Mircea’s severed arm fell limply to the ground as the Marshal collapsed to the ground, a pool of black blood spreading out, the Carstein having been practically cut in half, held together by only a few stubborn bits of flesh, barely clinging to unlife.
 
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