War for Hirestel - The Beastclaw and The United

PRESENT

Chaos took over Greywater Fastness immediately.

Lord Nimron - notorious leader of a the most feared group of Beastclaw Raiders in all the Realms - and his endless army of icefall yhettees, Thundertusks, and icebrow hunters flooded through a newly-created Realmgate and onto the frozen sea bordering the Fastness. The Anvils of Heldenhammer in Greywater Fastness sprung into action, with hordes of Prosecutors flying over the walls and raining down hammers on the relentless hordes. Paladins of all varities appeared from the heavens in a flash, going to war with the giant beasts of Nimron's army, but could do nothing to stop the horde.

Lord Ordinator Anactos Trueforge stood atop the walls shouting orders to his lieutenants, not an ounce of fear in his voice. The brave Free Peoples of the Fastness - a particularly tough city of the Mortal Realms - were just as quick to actions. The Ironweld Arsenal's contribution to the city was great: cannons and other artillery were quick to the fortress walls alongside their Stormcast allies. They were prepared for an attack, but not quite ready for an assault of this magnitude. "Where are they coming from?" thought Lord Trueforge.

Yhettees deftly maneuvered around Paladins, giving as good as they got from Sigmar's toughest infantry forces. For every Yhetee that fell, a Paladin was ripped apart and destined to be reforged at Sigmar's Anvil.

Stonehorns and Thundertusks were well-prepared for their assault, goreing Stormcast in two and using their overwhelming ice attacks to clear a path towards what appeared to be their ultimate goal - destruction of Greywater Fastness itself. Judicators proved more effective than their foot soldier brethren, keeping the hordes of Yhettees at bay and making them think twice about a reckless charge.

Suddenly, a great cry of despair came from the Free People officers behind Lord Trueforge. "My lord!" an exasperated Freeguild General exclaimed. "We are surrounded!" Turning around and moving to the other side of the wall of the tower he stood upon, he saw what the commotion was all about.

A conflagration of Chaos Knights, Chaos Warriors, Gorebeast Chariots, and a multitude of other slaves to the various gods of chaos were marching towards Greywater Fastness' eastern wall. Riding in front of them atop a manticore was a fierce-looking warrior in a horned helm. She raised a large axe, and at that moment the entire army erupted into a charge! Banners representing all four chaos gods flew in the midst of the army, Khorne's depraved followers up front next to their leader.

Lord Trueforge said a prayer to Sigmar and knew that Greywater Fastness would fall this day.