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WAAAAAAAGH!!! Totally diggin this story so far cant wait to see more!The Drakenhof Marauders.Chapter 1. The ambush worked perfectly. According to the Town Cryer, a small warband of ratmen had found a stash of wyrdstone near the temple of Morr. The skaven warband operated in a destroyed temple not to far from the ruined sewer system and used it as a headquarters into the city. Oleg and his warband, (Him, Dmitri, Frederik and Dieter) staked the temple out, observing his prey like his father thought him back on the desolate planes of Kislev. You have to think as your prey to see when it will lower it's guard, this could happen when it needs to drink or leave its young to hunt. In this case it was when the ratmen send out most of it's warband shortly after the hour of the wolf to hunt for more stone, leaving alone a small group of their weaker verminkin behind. After a week Oleg decided to attack the temple and with the swift attack brought the skaven to death and took all of the wyrdstone they could find. Like all prey there was a limited window before a larger predator would come to claim the carcass, in this case the majority of the warband.Dieter placed the stone with the rest of their prize when they heard the scream.Panic set in amongst the group, did the skaven come back early. "Dmitri!" Oleg ran outside the ruined temple, followed by his two crew members.They quickly found Dmitri and what had killed him and it shocked the trio and turned their skin to a very white pale. It was not a skaven that killed the Kislevite but something larger. The creature that was eating his entrails was perhaps human once, now half naked save for a filthy rag to cover his modesty. The dark creature did not look up from it's grisly feast. It's black, grime caked claws tore through the metal chainmail vest and the soft skin beneath with ease as it picked the organs from Dmitri' stomach and chewed them like they were sausages. Oleg's stomach churned as he saw his brother's body twitch with every jolt from the creature's feeding. Memories flashed in his mind of them riding across the step, hunting prey, drinking ale, fighting side by side against northmen and greenskins. The promise made to his mother that they would return home safe. All gone and turned to blackness as Dmitri's dead eyes stared into Oleg' soul.It did not look up as it enjoyed the feast. Oleg was the first to snap back to reality as he pulled his flintlock pistol and pulled the trigger. A loud bang rang through the street as the creature howled in pain. Terror, fear and sorrow turned to rage as Oleg charged blindly at the ghoul and slashed at it with his sword. He ignored the screams from his two companions as the rage took hold of him. It was already to late when he realized the ghoul was not alone. Another ghoul leaped down from the roof on top of Oleg and wrestled him down.A pale man in mercenary armour wielding a axe and shield ran up from behind the corner of the temple and slammed his axe at Frederik, who barely had enough time to dodge, dropping his crossbow and drew his knife. The knife fell upon the shield as the pale men headbutted Frederik. The man was bigger than Frederik and older, even beneath the steel helmet Frederik could see the scars of previous battles. The man was a veteran but then again so was Frederik."I'm coming, Fred!" Dieter drew his sword and attacked the new assailant, which gave Frederik enough time to recover and both attack the mercenary warrior. Neither saw the mercenary was but a distraction. Their only warning was a soft moan as an very pale woman rushed to Dieter and held him in a tight embrace. Her skin felt as cold as the grave, her eyes sown shut as her terrible moans were that of an banshee. Dieter tried to break free from the embrace of the woman when the arrow came.Dieter fell down dead as the arrow embedded itself in his throat, a gush of red came out as the man drowned in his own blood as the woman began to feed on the dying man.Frederik lasted not much longer as another corpse came towards him, that of a former city watchmen in rusty armour, his face half rotten off as maggots squirmed out of the skin that was left.Frederik pushed the mercenary back, making him fall down a flight of stairs and struck blindly at the dead guardsmen. The sword severed the neck of the corpse and dropped dead. Frederik quickly turned to the woman and struck her as well, his need for survival overwhelming the horror. When it was done he turned to Dieter, the young handsome man turned ugly by death."May Sigmar guide you to your rest, my friend..." he prayed as he picked up his fallen friend' sword. He turned in anger to the downed mercenary warrior. He unleashed an incoherent war cry and rushed to the mercenary. The mercenary had barely enough time to raise his shield as Frederik unleashed a rain of blows on the merc' shield. Anger fuelled him and blinded him. The merc was cowering behind his shield and left himself wide open for an attack. Frederik raised his sword for a attack. He went to strike the man but was stopped as if a hand pulled his arm back. Frederik turned and saw Dieter staring back at him. His fallen friend held his arm as he stared lifelessly into his eyes. Before the realization could fully hit his brain, the merc's axe did.The merc panted for air, exhaustion made his arms feel like lead. The newly arisen Dieter shuffled passed him, uninterested in the man whose life he saved. The merc turned to face the corpse's puppeteer as he made his way from a nearby balcony, a red and black robed man with a red wide brimmed hat. The man' staff tapped on the stone tiles beneath him, the little skull on the top of the pole clattering with every thud as if it was laughing at a dark, macabre joke. A small black bag hung around the necromancer's neck, a wry hand held on to it as if it were a lucky charm."My thanks, master Von Karland..." the merc gasped for air." You saved my life."Von Karland ignored his servant's adulations as he took the pack from his new zombie and went through the wyrdstone within.Another man, younger than the merc and in better shape, in lighter armour, a quiver and a bow jumped down from a rooftop and walked over to the merc." You alright, Udo?" The young man slapped the older merc on the shoulder.Udo nodded." Aye I am, yourself Christoff?"The archer nodded and turned to the ghouls as they kept holding the Kislevite down." Why haven't they eaten him yet?"Udo shrugged." The master must want him for something...."