By Heretic 01
The witch moon of Morrslieb was high in the Geheimnisnacht sky, flooding everything in an unearthly red glow. Johann and Wolfgang the witch hunters, and Fredrik the warrior priest were riding their horses towards the town of Warrgard, it had been infested with chaos, and any survivors would surely be tortured by the forces which occupied it.
Johann's black leather coat flew behind him as his horse was running as fast as it could. The chainmail skirt clattering as the wind moved it and forced it to collide with items on his belt. His hair, long and black, flying despite his leather hat.
Wolfgang heard growls coming from up ahead and drew his repeater pistol and took aim, Johann did the same. The trio of men pass right through the middle of a small group of beastmen and slayed them, by the force of the running horses and a few shots from repeater pistols.
Fredrik did a short prayer from the saddle of his horse, little did he know how gruesome he night would become. They were closing in on the small town. Only a few more minutes and they would be at the gate, Johann was preparing his mind for what he would see inside.
As they rode into the town, a few daemonic figures stood in their way, easily dispatched by pistol shots and hammer blows. The trio dismounted and headed to the middle of the town square. None of them were prepared for what they saw. The statue of Sigmar was dripping real blood, faces could be slightly seen fused into the rock of the statue, and writhed limbs were growing out of the stone.
"What in the name of Sigmar?" asked Fredrik.
"Damn those beasts, I shall slay them like the pigs they are!" said Johann, following up with more curses.
Screams could be heard coming from all around the square, mixed in with the hellish scream of daemons. Without warning, mobs of possesed citizens and chaos warriors came from all directions, among the one mob, there was a giant man, in full armour, covered in ornate runes. Horns sprouting from his head and shoulders.
The warrior shouted in a confusing language that was clearly of chaos. With that, the mobs surged froward. The front ranks of possesed people were cut down by massive clouds of blunderbuss fire coming from Johann and Wolfgang. Fredrik charged into another mob and started crushing the skulls of those who stood against him. At that moment, pure white flames engulfed the possesed and chaotic warriors. Their souls being flayed and torn from their mortal bodies.
Johann started shooting his pistols at the creatures. He ran out of shots and drew his sword. He slashed many of the possesed, his sword was covered in black and red blood. One of the chaos warriors managed to land a hit on his left shoulder, the hit was deflected by metal plates which covered his shoulder and part of his arm. He grabbed a crossbow pistol and shot it at the warrior, felling the man with a bolt between the visor on his helm.
Wolfgang was unloading salvo after salvo of silver bullets at the creatures attacking him. He ran out of bullets and drew two long daggers and began to slice the possesed. His two daggers slicing the enemies apart.
The leader of the chaos forces let forth a bellowing shout and many deamonic limbs burst assunder from the ground, reaching for anything, slicing apart all that they came in contact with.
Fredrik kept praying and slaying all the chaos that came his way, none survived. Another blast of holy soulfire engulfed both possesed and chaos. Again, their souls ripped from their bodies, falling as lifeless husks engulfed in white flame.
Lightning flared and rain started to pour down from the sky. It was accompanied by the red glow of Morrslieb. The fact that it was Geheimnisnacht didn't help and it only served the purpose of chaos.
"Damn you all!" shouted Johann as he slew five of the former townsfolk with a deadly swing of his sword.
The master of the chaos forces approached Johann, clearly asking for a challenge. Johann accepted and took a shot at the daemonic man infront with a shot from a concealed pistol. it hit the armor and was deflected. The man took his turn and swung his axe at Johann, who managed to avoid the swing. Johann took a second to regain his feet and swing his sword at the man. His blow landed and the man spun around, the blood dripping onto the ground, then burning it. Fredrik came and swung his hammer into the back of the man, knocking him down.
Wolfgang was fighting a few paces away and started slaying the creatures before him, making his way to the fight. Several possesed townsfolk jumped at him, one managed to knock him to the ground breaking his left arm. and breaking the long dagger aswell. He ended the things life and kicked a chaos warrior away. The warrior fell back geting knocked out by a subsquent hit from the limbs that writhed and grabbed for something to attack. This had caused the death of some of chaos forces already.
"Fredrik, go help Wolfgang" shouted Johann in the midst of the fight, as the man got up and continued his assault on Johann.
Fredrik ran towards Wolfgang, swinging his mighty warhammer into he blasphemies which tried to engulf the him. Mighty bolts of lighning crashed into the crowds of evil warriors, slaying many with each bolt. The light of Morrslieb was starting to give way to the first rays of sunlight. Some of the chaotic creatures ran away to find cover from the sun.
Johann was having his own troubles, the man he was fighting, which he finally noticed was a champion of chaos. He had managed to land a hit on the champion, and so did Fredrik, but it kept coming. Johann jumped to the side as the champion swun his axe into the ground, it was a mistake, the cold earth held on to the axe and gave Johann time to swing the sword into the champions side, and with the name of Sigmar upon his lips he pushed the sword through the champions neck, right below the helm.
The champion of chaos did his best to fight back, but his strength quikly failed him and fled his tortured body. A black shadow seemed to fly off the dead body and burned away in the light of the sun. Johann called out to Fredrik as soon as he noticed a black crystal that was reverberating.
" Fredrik, Fredrik! Come here destroy this unholy relic now! I'll defend Wolfgang!" Johann was screaming at the top of his lungs
Fredrik ran over and Johann ran in the opposite direction, slaying the creatures and other blasphemies against Sigmar in his way. He arrived beside Wolfgang who was on the ground, fighting with a long dagger. Johann did his best to slay the possesed townsmen before him.
Meanwhile, Fredrik was swinging his hammer, he missed the first time. The second swing hit, but failed to destroy the crystal completely. Fredrik took a swing at the chaos around him, ust to give him some space. Once more, the power of Sigmar granted him soulfire. The shard instantly burned in white flames which seemed to weaken it's unholy resistance and power. Some of the creatures that were the farthest away disappeared in unholy screams. A grey shape seemed to be torn away shouting and screaming from the spot the bodies were.
Fredrik took one final swing which shattered the unholy stone, causing all the possesed bodies of the villagers to disappear, with the same thing happening, grey shapes were torn from the air where the bodies had stood but seconds before. Johann knew what they were, the souls of the daemons that had infested the bodies of the villagers.
The light of the sun illuminated the ruined town, the statue of Sigmar was still dripping blood and the faces in it were screaming. Johann asked for Fredriks hammer. Fredrik gave it to Johann without question. With the hammer in hand, he walked to the statue.
"May the souls of the villagers join Sigmar, and the daemons be banished forever!" shouted Johann
With that, he swung the warhammer in a mighty arc and demolished the tainted statue of Sigmar which stood in the town square. Johann helped Wolfgang up and Fredrik did his best to heal the wound.
Reclaiming their weapons the trio headed for the town gate. Because of all the noise, a regiment of swordsmen, spearmen, and some handgunners had come to Warrgard to investigate along with a captain.
"What happened here?" asked the captain who had accompanied the regiments.
"The town was razed by daemons, don't worry, we got them" replied Johann "I need you to take Wolfgang here back to whtever town you came from, his arm is broken."
The man nodded and ordered one of the horses he found to be brought forward.
"Actually, that's my horse" said Johann, his is the dark brown one.
Wolfgang walked over to his horse and mounted it with some trouble. He and the captain rode to the neighbouring city of Vanngard. Johann ordered the city to be searched, he himself would lead the search for any survivors.