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After grabbing Aldegar, they ran together to the eastern side of town, towards their homes. While they were running Nysard noticed large amounts of beastmen all around the town, pillaging, looting and slaughtering everything in their path. The townsmen were helpless against the hordes of beastmen and it was only a matter of time until they are all killed... Nysard could barely see where he is running to as huge waves of smoke covered everything infront of them, but he knew the town like the back of his hand and he did not need to see where he is running to. After a while of running the smoke disappeared and uncovered their houses. They were ablaze, the whole distract was ablaze, dead men, women, and children lying on the ground. Suddenly a group of beastmen passed by them, luckily they did not notice them as they were running to the temple. After the beastmen passed Nysard silently ran towards his home, he dared not to hope... As hope was gone a long time ago. They both reached their houses and were greeted with the sight of dead, familiar dead. Taking a longer look at the charred and battered corpses Nysard figured out it was his family. About ten seconds passed until the information was processed, he barely held himself on his feet, grabbing Aldegar by the hand, holding it tightly in a deathly grip, it was the only thing that stopped him from falling on the ground and crying uncontrollably. As much as he did not want tears started spilling out of his eyes, he could not control it, in the end not even his will could keep him strong. Falling on the ground he gathered whats left of his family and cried... It seemed like an eternity has passed but then a shimmer of hope came in the form of his sister. He could not find her among the dead. He stood up, if some of his family was alive he had to find it. "The living are more important then the dead, I... I...", Nysard sat down again, he could not speak, the grief was to big, but in the end he gathered enough force to speak again. "I... I cant find my... Sister among does dead... We have to find her!".

Nysard stood up, he saw a group of beastmen through the smoke, they were heading towards the town gates. Unearthly anger and rage lit in him as he saw them. He picked his axe from the ground. Nysard's vision was clouded with red, as tears continued running through his eyes. He felt hollow again. Not saying a word, he slowly turned towards the beastmen. He started walking and slowly that walk turned into a full charge, his fit carrying him faster then he imagined he could run. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!! DIE YOU FILTHY BEASTS!! DIE!!!", he shouted charing towards them raising his axe preparing to strike at them. Nysard continued his charge but only caught up with the beastmen by the gate where he was confronted with a horribly beautiful scene. The strange man from th tavern was fighting the beastmen, easily killing them all. It was rather ironic to see him fight with the red trench coat as every time blood smeared on him it could not be seen. Nysard was in a state of awe when he saw the mans actions, it inspired him, all those beastmen lying dead or dying, but he had to avange his family, he had to kill beastmen! The beastmen were pushed back by the mans efforts but Nysard charged at the retreating beastmen recklessly shouting curses and taunts.
 

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Him and the Gaurd had stood Bravely in the face of all odds the Beastman had come and they had Held the Line, But for how much longer? The Screams of his fellow villagers filled the night sky serving only to strenthen his Anger, so he fought on one arrow at a time.
The Beastman- however- would not fall, no-matter how many they put down more would pour through that gate. Dam them! Dam them all! were was Sigmar in all this?
Benepal let loose another arrow which found its target, slamming into the head of a beastman about six ranks back. How could he miss? there was so many he barly had to try.

To Many, To many they wernt going to hold much longer, his only wish was that he had bought enough time for everybody to escape. Im coming Mother he thought to himself Im coming, before Benepal could fire his next shot he felt something tug at his back, Had one of the beastman managed to sneak up behind them? No they were to savage for that sort of tactic. It was the red coated man from the tavern
""Your too young to be fighting something like this kid. Run to the tavern stables and hide, I believe a few of your friends are hiding there aswell."
Benepal didnt know what to say, was this man truly a witch-hunter like he thought?
He Stared into the mans eyes trying to find some truth in his words, He knew he shouldnt be fighting like this it wasnt his Place.
Besides the Red Coated man was right Benepal had fought long enough, his face was a mess of bloody tissue and scars, his chest bleed heavily were a beastman had inflicted a deep wound with its axe and after a close encounter with one of the beasts hooves he was sure he had broken something in his right leg.
Benepal gave the stranger a breif nod and fired the ready shot he had been holding onto.
It was his last arrow anyway
Benepal turned towards the stables and begun the slow painful process of walking there.
He bent over to take a short sword from a wounded gaurd. The Gaurd had blood spilling from his throught, it was clear the man was not going to survive. Benepal impaled the weapon through his heart
"May Death Bring you peace friend" he whispered
Taking the weapon he continued towards the stables his body still lossing blood from his wounds Were was Keira when he truly needed her? Stumbling into the stables he collapsed on a pill of hay and saw the others Felix and Dyanah.
He Threw the sword infront of Felix with what little strength he had left. Dyanah was here he knew that she dealt in animals but he severly hoped that knew something about people.

"Help me"
 

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As much as Felix was used to heat and smoke, this was unbearable and the tears only made it worse. With his eyes burning, he stumbled around, trying to find a way out of this hell. Tripping out of an alleyway, he saw what could have been a large group of people and beastmen. The sounds confirmed this and he tried to move away from the battle. It was too much though and, with his legs unable to support him, he fell into a blur of brown, feeling the hard ground impact with his face. It's gone. All of it. We're all going to die. The thoughts swirled in his mind until he heard an ear splitting scream from nearby. He raised his head but then a shot rang out, the exploding gunpowder deafening even over the sounds of battle and the screaming.

Moving his hands forward, he pushed up attempting to get on his feet. Suddenly a hand, human by the feel of it, roughly threw him up and into the stable. Looking back, he saw it was the man in the red cloak, the supposed witchunter, his silver sword glinting in the fire. He fell into a pile of hay, strangely cool and comforting compared to outside. Hearing a whimper he turned, finding another person in the stable.

"Dyanah, Sigmar's mercy, are you alright?" He said weakly, rubbing his eyes. "This is madness. My brother. All of them. Burned."

He got to his knees, regaining his energy quickly despite his ordeal. Long hours in the smithy had trained his body to handle fatigue well, only needing a small rest to be back on his feet. Suddenly another figure stumbled into the stable, dragging a bow and sword with him. It was Benepal, the hunter. He had several wounds, and was limping badly, it was a wonder that he was still alive. He fell into one of the hay piles and after a few seconds, weakly threw the sword to Felix, who had raised enough anger to ignore the fatigue, and had to restrain himself from charging out of the stable. The man in the coat had given him a second chance and he would not wast it. Just in case he pulled one of his hammers out of the large pocket in his apron, sword in the other hand, ready for anything that could charge in. To be sure, he poked his head above the door, to be confronted with a sight of horror and awe.

The pile of dead had grown larger, the town guard contributing to most of the casualties. The beastmen mercilessly slaughtering all in their way. But that was not what had Felix's attention. The stranger was in the center of the fight, carving his way through the attacking force. He had already dropped several of the creatures and was continuing his way through them, skillfully parrying, ducking and slashing to great effect. Eventually Felix pulled his vision away from the brutal scene, unable to take any more of it as Merovech entered the stable. He simply nodded towards the gravedigger and continued to watch the door for any inhuman entrants.
 

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Dyanah’s lungs burned with the desperate want for air; her heart frantically battering against its cage of ribs as forlorn tears coursed glittering tracks down her dusky cheeks. The vile laughter of the beast filled her ears, its fetid breath hot against her skin as darkness started to drag her down.

The sharp crack of a pistol sounded over the beating of her heart; the heinous laughter ceased abruptly and hay-scented air filled Dyanah’s lungs as the crushing grip of the monster suddenly fell away as it collapsed to the ground, a smoking hole punched through its misshapen skull. Dyanah dropped to her knees before the corpse, gasping as her mind tried to wrap itself around what had just happened. A figure emerged from the shadows before her, the stranger that arrived earlier in the tavern, blood-red overcoat billowing about his legs and blue smoke coiling from the pistol in his left hand. The right held a long sword whose blade gleamed like quicksilver as he swept it in a graceful arch, severing the braying head of the second creature assaulting what could only be his stallion in a single stroke.

Dark eyes, hooded in shadow by the wide brim of his hat, looked down upon her as the stranger spoke. His voice was low and velvet rich, flavoured by a faint but striking accent that Dyanah had never heard before. Then, unexpectedly, the stranger reached up to remove his concealing hat and Dyanah felt her breath catch.

Pale and achingly handsome, the man’s features were framed by a tumbling mane of hair as black as his stallion’s coat. Dyanah could feel her cheeks grow hot as he swept into a graceful bow before returning the hat to his head and, with a swirl of crimson, disappeared through the stable doors into the terror-filled evening.

For a long heartbeat Dyanah simply knelt, sage-green skirt crumpled around her, and stared at the empty doorway in stunned silence. A soft whinny brought her to her senses, blinking and shaking her head she made to rise when a form was casually tossed through the door to land in a heap face-first in a pile of bedding straw. Dyanah recoiled, surging to her feet and letting out a breathless gasp before recognizing the soot stained face of Felix that lifted with a groan. The smith’s apprentice seemed shaken, but gathered his wits quickly enough. Dyanah gave a curt nod to his inquiry, brushing her bruised throat gently with the finger tips of her right hand while glancing towards the doorway,

‘Aye, I am… thanks to him,’

Her low words were interrupted by another figure that stumbled into the stables, silhouetted by the orange glow that had begun to grow stronger outside. Benepal limped forward to collapse on the floor after tossing his sword to Felix, his tunic wet with blood from what looked like a nasty chest wound and multiple cuts upon his head. Dyanah turned and dashed into the nearby stall where her packs were lashed behind Guinevere’s saddle. The mule wickered and danced away, the whites of her eyes showing as she scented the lingering smell of the beastman on her master. Dyanah gave a frustrated sigh and snapped,

‘Guinevere! Stand!’

Obediently the mule locked her knees, her long ears laid back and head lowered like a scolded dog. Dyanah hooked an arm around the grey-coated neck and pressed her face into the warm flesh of the mule’s shoulder,

‘I know, Guine, it is going to be a long night for all of us I fear,’

The mule relaxed at her touch and allowed Dyanah to unhook the packs at her rump. Leaving the animal safely in the stall, Dyanah ducked back out and hurried over to where Benepal lay. She dropped to her knees beside the wounded young man and, setting the leather pack down, reached in to extract a short, curved blade of bronze.

Taking hold of the front of Benepal’s shirt, Dyanah brought the blade down in one clean motion to split the fabric from neck to hem and pursed her lips at the jagged gash in the flesh underneath. The wound still oozed blood, but was fairly free of debris. Tugging loose the white apron around her waist, Dyanah folded it into a make-shift pad to place over the gash, binding it in place with strips cut from the linen skirt,

‘Tending to this would be best left for the temple medics; the jagged edges will need to be trimmed back before stitching and their scalpels are far finer at that than my blade, now straighten out that leg…’

Dyanah took a firm hold of Benepal’s right ankle and, before the young man could protest, ran her thumb and forefinger firmly down the length of the long bones. Nothing moved and she nodded thoughtfully (ooc Samu3- what Dyanah just did to Benepal hurt… profusely),

‘Bone bruise, you are lucky. A break would have taken two moons to heal at least and more than likely left you with a limp at best. You are going to be black and blue from toe to hip, but otherwise fine.’

With that she turned back to the pack and fished out a small brown glass bottle. Uncorking it carefully, Dyanah dampened another scrap of cloth torn from her skirt before pressing it into Benepal’s palm,

‘Give your face a good wipe with that, I use it on my Da when he manages to cut up that tough hide of his. It will sting a bit but will clean all those small nicks up. We will get you to the temple soon enough, just lie here and rest a bit.’

With that, Dyanah scooped up her pack as she rocked back on her heels and stood before carefully making her way over to where the man’s horse pawed at the headless corpse. The stallion’s ears pricked forward at her approach and the warhorse gave a soft whinny as he reached his massive muzzle out to meet her raised palm. His nose was velvety soft and he lipped gently at her fingers drawing a tender smile from Dyanah,

‘Aye, I am ok thanks to you and your master.’

Dyanah ran her hand up the stallion’s forehead and down his neck until she reached the wound, keeping constant physical contact with the warhorse and her motions slow and smooth. The stallion watched her carefully out the corner of his eye as she ran delicate fingertips along the edge of the cut. It had been a glancing blow, peeling back a section of the glossy black coat high up on the powerfully muscled shoulder just below where the withers sat, but the axe had been keen and the edges were smooth and even. Dyanah set her pack down and glanced about the stables for a moment before gathering a short stool, empty bucket, and oil lamp. Checking the lamp to ensure the water cup around the wick was filled before lighting it; Dyanah gave the massive warhorse an appraising look as she set the lamp down upon the upturned bucket and hooked a foot around the stool to drag it closer,

‘I don’t suppose you would lie down so that I can stitch that up without having to stand on my tiptoes to reach way up there…’

The stallion’s ears flicked forward as she spoke and he craned his neck around to stare at her for a long, unblinking moment before, to Dyanah’s absolute surprise, carefully folding his legs and settling down in the hay with a sigh.

‘Oh……Thank you.’

Perching upon the edge of the stool, Dyanah set to work wiping the wound down with more of the liquid from the brown bottle, her own personal mixture of peppermint leaves steeped in purified grain alcohol, before threading the curved bone needle in her pack with a strand of hair plucked from the stallion’s long tail. The warhorse watched her work with curiosity; nuzzling about her hair until she shoo’ed him gently away and begun the long process of closing the wound with tight, careful stitches and trying to block out the sounds of battle creeping into the stable from the open door.
 

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Running past the burning houses, Maxim and a few other town guard, got to the station and found the bearded sheriff yelling at them. “Arm up! Rudrig, get those pikes! Karl, help this dr…” Suddenly the wall crashed down with a mob of roaring Beastmen leaping through it and carving up everyone in their way. “Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me!” Even the station, the safest place Maxim had considered, wasn’t safe from these monsters. A sudden fervour of courage, pride and sense of duty swelled up in Maxim and the thought of dying with a spear in his back while running for his life became utterly disgusting, although it was mostly just the alcohol affecting him, and snatching up a fallen club, he sprinted towards the Beastmen.

Trying to roar a challenge, he started laughing instead and swung his club into the face of a fairly large and ugly Ungor. Before he could witness the impact, he was lying on the floor, his face full of wooden floor board as the beasts ran past his fallen body, mostly over his body. This was it, thought Maxim.’ Damn your courage!’ He could almost feel his spirit leaving him as he anticipated a spear to enter through his back. ‘In the end, it still entered through my back.’ and died.

…No? The Beastmen were still running around, but no spear entered Maxim’s back. It was hard to think as his mind was still whirling around from the alcohol, but Maxim realised that they were ignoring him. ‘They’re just running past me… Ow!… on top of me…’ Not daring to stand up, yet, he continued to lie with his face pressed down against the wooden floor, waiting for the Beastmen to finish as his comrades were cut down and the sheriff yelled obscenities, even as he was impaled by the Beastmen’s massive swords. Tensing his jaw, Maxim couldn’t listen anymore and tried to stand but his body wasn’t responding. The alcohol had caught up and his vision was blurring, swaying and starting to darken. “Bollocks.”
 

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Running from terrible scenes and fires, Aldegar tried to ignore the burning in his chest as he and Nysard crested he hill that would lead to their homes. The sight when they got to the top though, it nearly stole the strength from Aldegar’s legs and he almost did not notice the things running from the flames. Horrible goat headed creatures, or mutants with too many limbs or things that a man should not have. Throwing any sense of caution to the wind, Aldegar separated from Nysard and began to look for his ma and sisters. Maybe they had escaped the flames and were hiding. He thought, and as he tried to shout for them the fire robbed him of breath, forcing him to start coughing and drop down to a knee. That’s when he saw them, his mother and sisters and father; most of them were still in the burning home. His father was clearly dead, his legs were gone, and he could only tell his mother was there because she was bigger than the other women; though her head was not with its body.

It was the sight of his sisters that finally did it, two of them had been huddled together, their bodies all but burned through by the flames. Little Ell, however, had tried to flee, and her smoking body lay some five or so feet from the house. Aldegar cradled her small head to his chest, trying with all his might to hold back the tears that some force had seen to punish him this way. Damning the heat and the exhaustion, Aldegar finds strength enough to yell into the air, before gently laying Ell back onto the ground and snatching up what he could find, the hand axe he had been using earlier that day.

As the farmhand moved to Nysard’s burning home, he found his friend around the bodies of his own family and Nysard snatched his free hand in order to help keep himself upright. Finally though, it truly hit Nysard and he let go, falling to the ground and gathering his family much as Aldegar had done with Ell. There was nothing he could do, nothing he could say before Nysard’s head snapped up and he began looking around. And that’s when it hit Aldegar, Kirsten’s body wasn’t amongst the others, there was a chance she was alive and hiding somewhere. [FONT=&quot]"The living are more important than the dead, I... I..." Nysard trailed off weakly. "I... I can’t find my... Sister among does dead... We have to find her!".


With that Nysard seemed to find strength enough to stand, and picking an axe from the ground he looked to the gates. “Nysard wait, the ones who did this went to the temple; maybe Kristen fled and they were chasing her! Nysard? Nysard no!” Aldegar yelled but his friend wasn’t listening and charged off to the main gates. Rather than follow him, Aldegar made the sign of the hammer towards his friend before running to the temple of Shallya where Keira and others would be at this time. If there was any chance Kirsten might be there, then that was good enough for him. And if she was not, then at the very least he could do a little right by helping to protect those who helped mend the flesh.
 

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Thoughts flashed through Kais head in rapid flashes. Jenna, His family, Friends, the Village, replaced by screaming, the village on fire, his parents dead at his feet, the possible fates of his friends, Jenna vanishing, the beastmen, the stranger..... As his head swam he dimly felt himself being dragged along the ground. Must be being carried away for some crude sacrifice he thought to himself. He tried to move to attempt to fight back, but his body wouldnt respond. "We'll take him to the temple with the other wounded" said one of them. Could it be? Kai opened his eyes as best he could and could just make out two guards draggin him as he again passed out.

Kai started to come round again. He could hear many voices, yelling, men and women screaming in pain. His head felt like he had been hit by a charging warhorse. Someone was tending to the wound on his head with gentle caring hands. His eyes flitted open and he saw that it was Kiera one of the temple healers. He started to get up, Kiera said something, no doubt protesting, but he ignored waved it off, the pain in his head increased but his vision cleared a little and he saw a sword the guards must have left him at his bedside. "I will not rest idle while we are all in danger!" Picking up the sword he made to go to the doors to aid the guards, but after taking two steps fell flat onto his face on the floor. "shit" Kai mumbled to the floor
 

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She was on a horse, she didn't know how to ride one, yet the brown steed seemed to react to her thoughts rather than her clumsy grip upon the reins. Yet it seemed she was floating, her cares whipped away by the speed of her travel, her hair flying behind her. Then he appeared, framed by the sunlight, his white steed rearing, the ornate silver of his armour flashing in the light. His helm toppled to the ground and now he was walking towards her, she was mirrored perfectly in the love in the crystalline depths of his eyes. She was elegant as she dropped and walked to meet him, ecstacy blooming as a smile stretched across her carefree face.

His arms were strong as they clasped around her waist and there lips touched. She felt a shiver wrack her body, then another, another violent tremor causing her to convulse.

A rabbit was shaking her by the shoulders and the image of the prince slipped away from the warm tendrils of her unconcious mind. She was suddenly cold, the last vestiges of fatigue creeping from her mind.

"Wake up Keira we are under attack and the wounded are being brought in. We need to do what we can for them so they can defend us and the town."

She pushed herself up upon her elbows groggily rubbing her eyes, the hasty words slipping through her mind and the sister babbled them back once more.

She was out of bed and sprinting down the corridor in seconds. Panic flooded her mind, she wanted to run flee, yet there was nowhere to flee. People needed her.

She slowed to a halt her mind burning with questions she should of asked, who? what? where?why?

Yet now she was running again, people needed her, men wounded in battle needed her help. She could not defend herself so she would repay them for their service, these heroes of the town. She entered the hall at a trot,the barbarism of the scene before her causing her face to twist in disgust.

War what use, it was sickening how these warriors opposed the mothers work. Yet she was already placed into service, two guards carrying a third, unconcious between them placed him before her before rushing away. He lolled unconcious, a well muscled forearm lolling before her eyes as she scanned for the wound. Him being outcold suggested to head trauma and she placed her hands gently in the soft blonde hair lifting it to reveal a scrape on the left of his head, blood matted the long hair, yet it was essentially merely trauma and concussion. Nothing to worry about.

Water, cloth and a few torn up sheets later and the blonde hair was blonde once more, the dust and debris within the wound cleared to leave the satisfying irritant of broken flesh.

Yet suddenly the eyes flitted open, piercing blue meeting her own and her pateint bolted upwards, ignoring her clumsy progress

"I will not rest idle while we are all in danger!"

A fallen sword was in his hand and fear flooded as he stumbled and fell, the sword clattering harmlessly away, yet the possibilities made her pale.

she could see the great beastly object protruding from between his shoulder blades. She pulled it away holding it two handed like a poisonous snake she placed it upon the floor face revolted.

She turned round and flipped Kai over upon the stone floor, standing above him she looked down into his eyes, the matron in her coming to the fore. The hardness and coldness she did not possess yet every sister had to have when dealing with a difficult man."

"Your wound is clean and currently par a little rest there is no reason you wont get out of here alive and healthy. Yet fall on that sword in an idiot display of masculinity and I will throw you out into the streets and turn my attention to someone with enough braincells to be worth saving."

She stepped away and turned back.

"Now I'm going to treat another patient, and when i come back you will still be lying there or so help me, I will knock you out again"
 

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Nysard: As you recklessly charge into the battle at the main gate a huge muscled fur covered forearm comes out of nowhere and back hands you off of your feet and onto your back. As stars dance infront of your eyes you can see a huge beastman with a goat-like head standing over you with a huge two handed axe. The beastmen would raise its axe and goes down to plant the blade into your chest. You would barely manage to roll out of the way before it wrenches its blade from the ground again and goes for another swing. You would hear a pistol shot split the air and the beastman keels over with a bullet hole in the back of its hand. The Strange would be stood there with his left arm out stretches and smoke coming from his pistol. He would shifts his attention to you, his face obscured by the night and his hat. "Take the guard and go and defend the temple where the wounded are! no time for stupid heroics kid. You can't get revenge if your dead now take the guard and get to the temple!" the strange would shout with a very odd sounded accent. "Also some of your friends are in the stable, get them and go!".

Benepal: Dyanah has healed what wounds on your body that you can but you need to be taken to the temple to get fulled healed. You can hear the sounds of battle outside raging on at the main gate as the town guard and the strange are trying to hold back the beastmen. You could hear the strange with his odd accent shouting at the town guard and someone new to go to the temple and defend there. After a few more moments some guard come running into the stable and look at the scene. They would notice that there are four of you. Noticing your wounded they quickly move to you and pick you up before carrying you out and off towards the temple. Calling for your friends to follow them.

Felix: Between watching the entrance to the bar and the fighting going on at the main gate you can see more beastmen pouring into the gate trying to get into the town. From one of the side of the fight you can see Nysard appear charging at the group before getting knocked off of his feet and a beastmen bring his axe down to cleave his chest open. You can see Nysard manage to dodge then the stranger fires one of his pistols and kills the beastman. After a few more moments you hear the stranger who has a very odd accent shouting orders at the guards and Nysard to get to the temple and defend there. He also tells them to collect those within the stable and take them aswell. After a few more moments some guard come running into the stable and look at the scene. They would notice that there are four of you. Noticing that one of you is wounded they quickly move to Benepal and pick him up before carrying you out and off towards the temple. Calling for and and your your friends to follow them. As you and your friends leave the barn you can see the town guard retreating and the stranger slowly walking backwards while fending off the oncoming horde of beastmen on his own.

Dyanah: The sounds of battle would be raging on outside as you continue to tend to the wound on the strangers horses shoulder. After you finishing sticking it up it would let out a huffing noise before struggling at the ropes around its legs wanting to get up. After you let the ropes for the horse gets up and runs outside to watch its master. You would hear the strange accent of the stranger shouting orders at the town guard to pull back to the temple and take those within the barn with them. After a few more moments some guard come running into the stable and look at the scene. They would notice that there are four of you. Noticing that one of you is wounded they quickly move to Benepal and pick him up before carrying you out and off towards the temple. Calling for and and your your friends to follow them. As you and your friends leave the barn you can see the town guard retreating and the stranger slowly walking backwards while fending off the oncoming horde of beastmen on his own. Your mule would be following you to the temple aswell.

Maxim: As you pass out from the amount of drinking that you have done earlier you hear some heavy foot steps approach you. After a few seconds you would be lifted off of the ground and taken to the temple district. Some retreating town guards have found you and have taken to you to the temple district where you should be safe for awhile. You would be out cold for another fifteen minutes before you awake with extremely blurred vision and the founds of battle can still be heard from the other parts of town.

Merovech: Within the barn you find Felix, Benepal and Dyanah. They appear to be hiding from the beastmen. Benepal would be laying down wrapped in bandages from being inured earlier helping fight the beastmen. Felix would be watching the door for any beastmen coming close to the them. Dyanah would be tending to a horse with a cut on one of its front shoulders. Through the sounds of the battle you can hear a man with a strange accent shouting orders to the town guard and someone else to pull back to the temple. After a few more moments some guard come running into the stable and look at the scene. They would notice that there are four of you. Noticing that one of you is wounded they quickly move to Benepal and pick him up before carrying you out and off towards the temple. Calling for and and your your friends to follow them. As you and your friends leave the barn you can see the town guard retreating and the stranger slowly walking backwards while fending off the oncoming horde of beastmen on his own.

Aldegar: Upon reaching the temple you can see the town guard running from different parts of the town to the temple and forming into squads to protect it. As you get inside you can see a few people you know, mainly Kai and Keira. Kai appears to have been hit on the head and Keira would be tending to the wounded. One of the injured town guard calls you other with a wave of his hand and hands you a shield before telling you to go outside and join one of the squads. After going outside and joining one of the squads you can see more injured and town guards coming from the direction of the main gate. Among them you can see some of your friends: Nysard, Dyanah, Felix, Benepal, Merovech. Dyanah's mule and a black stallion would also be following the group next to Dyanah. As the captain of the guard shouts orders at you to be ready you can see the main body of beastmen coming up behind the group roaring and weapons ready. What is strange is the man in red is inbetween the group and the beastmen acting as a tornado of crimson clothing and blades flashing cutting down any beastmen that try to get to the group retreating. The town guard seems to cheer as the man cuts down beastman after beastman. The order to charge is then given and you are shoved forward as the town guard charge to help the man.

Kai: You are forced to sit still by several of the sisters telling you to let your head clear before attempting to go out and help the town guard. After about five minutes more of the town guard would gather at the front of the temple and Aldegar would appear at the door way before walking over to a injured guardsmen who gives him and shields and tells him to go outside to help. As you are about to get out a guardsman appears next to you and thrusts a sword and shield into your hands and tells you to go outside and join one of the squads helping to defend the temple. After going outside and joining one of the squads you can see more injured and town guards coming from the direction of the main gate. Among them you can see some of your friends: Nysard, Dyanah, Felix, Benepal, Merovech. Dyanah's mule and a black stallion would also be following the group next to Dyanah. As the captain of the guard shouts orders at you to be ready you can see the main body of beastmen coming up behind the group roaring and weapons ready. What is strange is the man in red is inbetween the group and the beastmen acting as a tornado of crimson clothing and blades flashing cutting down any beastmen that try to get to the group retreating. The town guard seems to cheer as the man cuts down beastman after beastman. The order to charge is then given and you are shoved forward as the town guard charge to help the man.

Keira: More and more wounded town guardsmen and towns people keeps being brought in to be healed. There would just be too many for the temple to deal with and some end up dying on the floor of the temple and in the temple beds. You are wondering how such a thing would happen, this village has done nothing wrong to annoy any of the gods so why is it getting punished. Kai would be sat down holdings his head when a guardsmen gives him a shield and sword and tells him to go outside. After a few more minutes you hear the captain of the guard shouting orders and cheering. As you hear the cheering you get up and go and look out the window to see why they are cheering. You can see a strange man in crimson cutting down large amounts of beastmen as the town guard and volunteers form up into squads. You can see some of the beastmen weapons slightly catch the arms, back and chest of the man leaving minor cuts and scratches that will need to be cleaned and bandaged later. One of the sisters then comes and grabs you and points at a Benepal who has just been brought it and he looks very badly hurt. The sister then tells you to go and see to him.

The Stranger has placed himself in between the group of beastmen and the retreating town guard after ordering them to retreat to the temple. He would of saved Nysard's life by putting a pistol shot into the back of a beastmans head who was attacking the young man. As the guard start to retreat and collect those in the stables he slowly makes his way backwards while cutting down any beastman trying to get passed him and at the towns people. After around ten minutes they have made their way to the front of the temple where the towns guard have regrouped and are cheering him on. Hearing the cheers it slightly distracts him and he receives a few minor cuts across his back, chest and arms. After so much fighting he would be tiring and needs a break, luckily that break appears in the form of the towns guard charging into the fray. As the guard reinforce him he would slowly move to the back of the guard and moves away needing a break to get back his energy. He would sit down on the steps of the temple and reloads his pistols.
 

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As Nysard was charging into the fray to get his revenge, he was struck by a huge fur covered arm. Nysard regaining his senses from the disorientation that the blow left on him grabbed his head in pain just to notice a huge beastman standing above him. The beastman looked Nysard directly in the eyes, showing no emotion or fear Nysard looked back and spat onto the beastman's face. Only then Nysard noticed the huge two handed axe which the beast held. "In the name of Sigmar, I'm screwed!", Nerr'ak thought to himself as the agitated beastman swung his axe and tried to kill Nysard in one blow. Luckily Nysard instincts kicked in and he rolled away, but still he suffered a serious wound to his leg. Now running away was not an option anymore. The beast laughed, vile sounds coming out of its mouth as Nysard dodged. The beast was again ready to strike and he lifted his axe already, but then a gunshot was heared, the beasts eyes opened wide and it fell on the ground struggling before dying.

Seeing an opportunity Nysard tried to stand up but barely managed to. He then saw the stranger from the tavern his arm stretched, pointing a gun to where the beastman was before. Smoke was coming out of the gun and it was pretty obvious that he was saved by the man. The sound of the gunfire still rang in his ears. "Take the guard and go and defend the temple where the wounded are! no time for stupid heroics kid. You can't get revenge if your dead now take the guard and get to the temple! Also some of your friends are in the stable, get them and go!", the strnager shouted at Nysard.

Hearing that his friends might be in danger, gave him so power and he barely lifted himself back on his feet. He slowly started limping to the stables through burned streets, filled with dead. On his way he find a dead soldier and he picked up his sword, he looked for a shield but it was smashed to pieces. Nysard used the sword to walk faster and once he reached the stable he saw Merovech, Felix, Benepal, Dyanah. He struggled inside and told them while hissing in pain with every step he takes. "Come on! Lets move! Get your asses to the temple its the only safe place in town! GO!", Nysard shouts, his concern to his friends could be seen in his eyes and voice. After everyone got up Nysard followed them from behind as his wound did not allow him to go any faster. Once he reached the temple everyone was there already, he saw Aldegar accompanying some soldiers, a axe and a shield in hand. Although stuggling not to continue going Nysard approaches the soldiers, with a sword in one hand and an axe in the other. He stands there ready like he is not wounded. He was ready to give his life to defend his town and friends...

Suddenly the guards started cheering and then he noticed that the stranger put himself in between them and the beastman, cutting any beastman who tried to pass. Yet it was obvious that he was getting tired and he was also distracted by the cheering guards, suffering some minor wounds because of the distraction. The captain of the guard seeing that the strange man is tiring shouted, "Charge!!" and whats left of the town guard with the aid of some people charged to help the stranger fight the beastmen. Nysard couldn't run as fast as the others, he tried to run but only managed to make a weird limping run, running on one leg and dragging the other after her, but nevertheless he reached the beastman and tried attacking one of them sending his sword to pierce his chest and his axe to strike in the beastman's head.
 

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The sounds of War filled his head and fueled his determination. As Benepal lay on the blood soaked hay stack he thought of his Father, the one who had saved him so long ago and raised him to fight, to hunt, to survive. Was he dead? Benepal gave a moments pause to ponder this what he do, were would he go? How dearly he wished he could help. But those beastman! He would never make it out of town to find his father as long as they held the gate.
Retched creatures, Sigmar see to it that they die horribly. he thought

The Doors to the Stable burst open light from the burning hovels across the street streamed through the gap. Dark figures emerged into the doorway. Benepal Shot up to his feet and scanned the floor for a weapon No-use, pain overtook his joints and tumbled back onto the hay "Frack!" he yelled aloud. But the Figures did not attack, Benepal stared at their forms expecting them to charge any moment. Slowly they made there way towards him and he saw their faces. It was Ron and Gregery the Valentine family sons. He had hunted for them when their father feel ill and could'nt work. They were Guards. Relief swept over him it was help! The two ran over to him and spotting his wounded body picked him up and helped him stand "It's finally that time to return the favour then Eh, Benepal?" Ron said in his strange forign accent. "To bad its not a happier occasion" finished Gregery.

As a group everybody fled the stable and made there way towards the temple. Blood and bodies stained every inch of the ground they traveled upon. Benepal could hear battle raging on behind them, accually now that he thought about it the sound seemed to be following them. The Guards must be falling back behind them covering there retreat with their own lives! All Benepal was doing was slowing down the group, "Unhand me I can walk on my own now", Ron and Gregery turned to look at each other and then at Benepal "No, you cant" they said in unisen. Benepal let out a deep sigh they were probably right.

The St's Temple t'was a beautiful sight Benepal had been there before, sometimes he would be out hunting prey and injure himself somehow, like the time he had managed to corner a deer just outside the Cave by Mr. Westmans farm. When he had crept in with his knife to finish the kill a bear had come running at him angry and hungry at the same time, nearly taken half his face off and it would have if it wasnt for Mr. Western with his old war musket coming to his aid.
Blasted things
Keira had tended to most his wounds he always asked for Keira she had some sort of special knack for it. Whenever she was a round his wound's would heal at an expection rate far better then some of the other young healers.
So here he was again, Sitting on the temple floor.
A fight had started outside, No doubt the beastman will have made it to the temple.
Benepal decided to rest at least for another few minutes to gain his strengh back.
I wonder were what the others are doing?
 

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Pushing aside the last of the brush in his way, Aldegar was forced to stop his trudge to the temple. His lungs were on fire and his face was beat red from it all; were the village not being slaughtered he would have likely slumped down and probably passed out by now. But the situation would not allow for that, they were being attacked by monsters and now some were off to kill those at the temple of blessed Shallya. Aldegar was nothing, a farmer’s son and little else, but the keepers of the temple were less capable in a fight than even that. Fighting was, after all, not the job of a woman!

The thought of Kirsten being at the temple, and those things doing Sigmar-knows-what to her and anyone else, that gave him the strength to get back up and go on. He was quickly greeted by the sight of some of the watch hastily forming into several mobs, but for now he ignored and pushed past them. He had to try and find Kirsten, make sure she was alright. Despite his many minutes of searching, he could not find her, and then he all but ran into a young woman, Keira her name was. She had been tending to the stable-boy Kai, but when Aldegar asked if she had seen any sign of Kirsten the answer was not what he had been hoping for and he pushed her out of his way to continue his search.

Suddenly, one of the injured grabbed his arm and beckoned him to listen. Aldegar tried to pull out of the grip but soon realized it was one of the watch, and there was a nasty gash in his belly. The man, Heimrik Seldgrasse if the farmhand remembered right, bade him to return outside of the temple and help the rest of the watch, pushing a small animal hide and leather shield into his hand before passing out from the pain. Kirsten, where-ever she might be in this temple, would have to wait a time longer. Aldegar thought as he prayed to the god of healing and protection to look over him. Outside though, had only gotten worse; more of the town had come running to the temple for safety, and many were injured. Amongst those many faces Aldegar saw, Nysard, Felix, Benepal, and Merovech were amongst them being led by the animal carer Dyanah. She didn’t have the same kind of beauty as Kirsten, but she more than made up for it by being able to work some.

Suddenly there was shouting, the acting captain of the watch had spotted the beasts coming to the temple now. The flames of burning buildings making them into little more than evil shadows with partially glistening weapons from those unable to escape the killing. Looking about, Aldegar could only see faces etched in fear; this should not be happening, where were the local militia? The troops of the county baron of this land? Hell even the famed state troops of the region? None of us are soldiers, how can we hope to fight all of that off? He thought to himself, before noticing the man in red again, he was a ways forward fighting any monster that dared to come close enough.

Seeing that sight, of a single hero the likes of which ma had told his sisters to get them to bed, did a sight to inspire some but truly only worked to bring sadness and anger to the fore for Aldegar. It was a reminder that his sisters were dead, that those monsters had killed his family. Worse than that, it had only been today that Kirsten had asked him to run away with her, and only today that this man in red had come to the village. Maybe this was all his fault, some evil in disguise meant to bring this upon them? Before Aldegar could think more on the idea, someone from behind pushed him forward and he was caught up in a charge against the beasts. There was nothing more he could do, pressed alongside others, Sigmar be praised if he survived this or at least took some of these bastards with him.
 

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Dyanah gently pulled the last stitch tight, knotting the end firmly before tucking tail up behind the previous stitch and standing to wipe the dried blood from her hands with a fistful of clean straw. The stallion craned his muscular neck around as if to examine her work before rising to his feet with a breathy snort of effort. Giving Dyanah a firm nudge backwards with his soft muzzle, the warhorse thundered out of the open stable door and into the smoke-tinged night in search of his master. Dyanah watched him leave with a bemused expression in her amber eyes; the beast’s actions were more befitting a loyal and intelligent dog than the dim-witted but placid plow horses or the neurotic so-called ‘palfreys’ kept by the village governor.

Perhaps there was a grain of truth in old Mervak’s rambling tales of when he was a ‘dashing young vet’ in the service of the crown witnessing destriers valiantly defending their down knight until they could be rescued.

Dyanah gave a sigh, tossing aside the bloodied hay to make the sign of Sigmar at the memory of her mentor before quickly packing up her tools and jogging back over to the stall where Guinevere poked her dappled head out from behind the door. Dyanah pulled the stall door to after slipping inside; tossing her packs over the mule’s rump and fishing out her calf-skin breeches from a heavy saddle bag, quickly tugging them on after kicking off her boots and discarding the blood-stained skirt into a corner of the stall. Pulling the side lacings taunt and slipping her feet back into her knee-height boots; Dyanah could hear the voice of the Stranger calling out orders to the village guard, his distinctive accent clearly carrying over the crude braying of the beastmen.

Throwing open the stall gate; Dyanah took hold of Guinevere’s hackamore and led the mule out into the stable proper just as Nysard came rushing into the stables through the open door followed by a gaggle of guardsmen. Battered and bloody themselves; the guard quickly gathered up Benepal and shouted to the rest of them to make for the temple. Dyanah paused for a moment as the others followed the guardsmen out, torn between the desire to turn Guinevere’s head towards the broken village gates and escape while the beastmen were focused upon their assault upon the temple, and the urge to stay and help defend these people who she had grown up around. They had always treated her and her father well, if a bit at arm’s length. There was also a strange inquisitiveness in the back of her thoughts concerning the Stranger; who was he and where did he come from? Was his presence some gift from Sigmar to defend them against these twisted beasts?

Guinevere gave a gentle tug in the direction that the others were headed and the man’s stallion waited, watching its master retreating slowly towards the temple, the mule’s natural herd mentality driving her to seek the comfort and protection of the group. Dyanah gave the dappled grey neck a soft pat,

‘Aye Guine, you are right girl. Come on, let’s go…’

With that Dyanah followed swiftly after the guardsmen and others, Guinevere in tow; her eyes following the moments of the Stranger with increasing curiosity.
 

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The floor or the temple felt wonderfully cool against his face. For a moment Kai forgot what was happening around him and in the village and felt content to lie on the cold floor for a while. Even as he thought this he felt someone turn him over onto his back at Kieras face swam into view with a stern look on her face "Your wound is clean and currently par a little rest there is no reason you wont get out of here alive and healthy. Yet fall on that sword in an idiot display of masculinity and I will throw you out into the streets and turn my attention to someone with enough braincells to be worth saving." she barked at him. The matron in her certainly had come to the fore and for a breif moment Kai was more worried about her than the beastmen outside, she departed with a warning "Now I'm going to treat another patient, and when i come back you will still be lying there or so help me, I will knock you out again". "Yes mam" he groggily muttered as he climbed back into his bed.

More wounded contintued to poor into the temple, townfolk and guardsman alike, there was still no sign of Jenna he noted to himself. He sat their for a while taking in the carnage around him. He still couldn't believe it was happening, one moment he had been in the tavern enjoying a drink with his friends, toasting Aldegars impending departure. And what about the stranger, had his arrival been coincidental? He had arrived just before the attack, he had been in the tavern aswell, Kai rembered how chillingly calm he was when the attack started. He saw Aldegar enter the temple for a moment and worriedly glance around, searching for someone. He urgently asked Kiera a question before pushing her out the way to continue looking around. Who was he looking for? Kai asked himself. His searching ended though when a guard grabbed hold of him and forced a shield into his hands and ordered him outside to aid the defence. A guard suddenly appeared next to him and also gave him a sword and shield and ordered Kai to aid the defence aswell. He looked over to Kiera her threat still in his mind and could only giver her an aplogetic look as he hurried outside aswell.

He ran outside to find Nysard, Dyanah, Felix, Benepal, Merovech and Aldegar already out there along with the remaining guard ready to defend the wounded. The captain of the guard shouted out orders to ready themselves. Kai had never fought with weapons before in his life, a few fist fights yes but never swordplay. He gripped his shield tight in his left hand and swung the sword a few times as a trial, it felt suprisingly comfortable in his grip for a moment filling Kai with some hope. However at that moment the main body of beastmen appeared and his heart sank, there were so many of them he realised. He then noticed the stranger in their midst, a swirling blur of red and blades, cutting down any who tried to get close. He was being pushed back though step by step. The captain then gave the order to charge and Kai surged forwards with the rest of the defenders towards the beastmen, anger and adrenaline flooding through him as he made to avenge his parents and friends. A beastman swing his crude sword at him in a wide swing, Kai brought his shield up to block the attack and swung his sword at the creature with a praise to Sigmar on his lips praying he survived the battle
 

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It seemed as if every living and walking villager was gathered before the temple steps, watching the advancing beastmen and the Stranger as he backed his way towards them. Guinevere tossed her head as a sudden cheer went up from the ragged crowd, dancing in place until Dyanah gave a sharp tug on the hackamore. The Stranger seemed somewhat started by the cheer as well; the distraction allowing some of the vile beasts’ strikes to get by his gleaming sword and draw shallow, but bloody, wounds across his arms and shoulders. Dyanah could tell the Stranger’s stamina seemed to be waning as well; his sword movements a fraction slower, his blocks less accurate.

Dyanah left her mule at the temple’s hitching post on the side of the main courtyard, tossing the reins over the saddle horn with a twist to stop them from tangling if Guinevere ended up bolting, and grabbed her pack of veterinary supplies with a grim feeling she would be tending far more humans that animals in the coming hours. She had just ducked back outside as a second shout went up from the crowd. The remaining guardsmen and most of the village men folk, bolstered by the Stranger’s actions, charged forward to meet the beastmen. The Stranger stepped slowly back through the surge of support, seemingly glad of the respite, to sit down heavily upon the temple steps and began reloading his twined pistols.

Dyanah glanced back over her shoulder into the temple’s main chamber; frantic activity ensued within as the priests and devotees tended to the brutally wounded and spoke prayers to the dying. The healers seemed to have all they could care for already at their very feet so, hefting her pack; Dyanah approached the seated Stranger with veiled curiosity driving her soft steps.

Stopping next to the man, Dyanah knelt down and rummaged through her packs as she spoke,

‘The temple healers are a bit occupied as you can imagine, so I’m afraid that leaves only me to see to those wounds you have managed to acquire. Your destrier didn’t seem to object to my touch, he is a magnificent beast…’

Dyanah tried to keep her thoughts clear and focused as she searched, keeping her eyes upon her own hands and off of the Stranger’s handsome features that seemed to rob her of her senses so profoundly. Quickly locating and extracting a small pouch of powered yarrow root mixed with white clay, she dipped her fingers gently into the mixture and began dabbing it onto the Stranger’s exposed wounds without waiting for a response,

‘The way I see it, you are either incredibly brave… or utterly insanely to take on those monsters like that.'

Dyanah moved cautiously around behind the Stranger, tending the handful of cuts upon his back and speaking in her low voice,

'I haven’t quite made up my mind as to which it is; either way, I owe you my life.’
 

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The villages and remaining town guard would slam into the main body of the beastmen attack and there is a horrible sound of crashing weapons, armour splitting, bodies being torn open and the sounds of both dying men and beastmen. But something far greater has joined the battle on the side of the beastmen.

Nysard: You would charge in at the front of the squad that you are with and narrowly duck a blade swinging for your head. After dodging under it you bring your axe up and plant it into the beastman's skill. Your very first kill, it feels exhilarating to finally get your revenge and you want more, wanting to wade in deeper to cleave left and right. You bring your axe around into the chest of another ungor who collapses to the floor before shrieking and dying. You then see something huge appear next to you and roars. The one thing worst than a gor, a Minotaur. With back hand of its massive axe the blunt part of the head meets your weapon and sends you flying across the square where you land on the steps of the temple next to Dyanah and the stranger. The Guard Captain then calls for everyone to pull back away from the beastman as they seem to stop and the Minotaur stands at the front of the group bellowing a challenge against someone back at the temple. Several gors and ungors charge straight passed the Stranger as he strides towards the minotaur, you and the others need to make sure they dont get into the temple.

Benepal: After a few more minutes resting you are ready to join the fight. As you get outside you find a sword and shield lying on the ground and pick it up before charging into the battle raging on. As you get into the battle you see Nysard go flying back after being hit by something huge, you turn to look at what hit him and see a huge Minotaur in the middle of the beastmen wielding a massive axe. Knowing that this battle is over now that something that big and strong is here you set about just trying to kill as many beastmen as you can while staying away from the Minotaur. The Guard Captain then calls for everyone to pull back away from the beastman as they seem to stop and the Minotaur stands at the front of the group bellowing a challenge against someone back at the temple. After pulling back to the temple you can see the Stranger get up from next to Dyanah and strides off towards the Minotaur, passing several gors and ungors that charge at you and the others defending the temple. you and the others need to make sure they dont get into the temple.

Aldegar: You are being shoved forward by the charge from the town guard and men behind you and within a few moments your squad crashes into the side of the main body of beastmen. As soon as you are close enough a beastman then swings its crude looking scimitar at You. You barely manage to bring your weapon up in time to block but the force that the Gor swings with sends a huge shock up your arm and it starts to ache. Before it comes in for another swing you and two other guards manage to stab it in the chest and it keels over from a blade piercing its heart and lungs. You then see a huge form appear to the side of you. As you turn to see what it is you can see Nysard get sent flying by this new appearance. After turning to see what sent him flying you see the form of a huge Minotaur. The Minotaur then turns its attention to you and swing its massive arm at you which connects with your chest, sending you flying into a building which is luckily not on fire. The Guard Captain then calls for everyone to pull back away from the beastman as they seem to stop and the Minotaur stands at the front of the group bellowing a challenge against someone back at the temple. While you make your way out of the building three ungors charge at you trying to stop you from getting out and re-joining the fight. You need to deal with these three first before returning to the larger battle.

Kai: Your blade would split the beastman's skull in half. As you turn around to bring your shield up to block another attack a huge shadow would appear to your left. As you turn to see what the giant shadow is you see a huge bladed axe come straight towards your chest, there would be no time to dodge or block the weapon but one of the town guard shoves a ungor in the way of the axe and that luckily saves it hitting you. The guardsman then himself gets cleaved in two by the huge axe, after backing up you see that the huge creature is infact a Minotaur. The Guard Captain then calls for everyone to pull back away from the beastman as they seem to stop and the Minotaur stands at the front of the group bellowing a challenge against someone back at the temple. As you reach the temple steps the stranger stands up and strides towards the Minotaur as several Gors and Ungors run past him towards the temple, you and the others need to make sure they dont get into the temple.

Dyanah: The stranger shifts his attention to look at you. "Don't worry, they are only minor scratches, also to do with you 'owing' me you dont, you were just lucky i was in the tavern when this happened. So dont worry about paying me back." The stranger says it as if he was commanding you not to pay him back. "Now thank you for the assistance miss. When i go back into the battle, ill leave my pistols for you to use, simply aim and pull the trigger. To reload pour a small packet of gun power into the barrel, place a bullet into the barrier then fire, and please for the love of Sigmar, shoot with your eyes open. Alot of people make the mistake of closing their eyes when aiming and pulling the trigger." As you continue to patch up the cuts on the strange man he would be firing off shots every so often after reloading. Most of his face is obscured by the shadow that his hat his casting but you can see a huge grin on his face as his shoulders start to go up and down. After a few seconds he would be letting out a low laugh which then quickly turns into him laughing his head off. You are wondering what he is laughing about, you then turn your head to see a huge beastman known as a Minotaur. The Strange would then pull away from you as he places his short sword, his twin pistols and his hat down on the ground before standing up and drawing his silver sword and strides forward. The Captain of the guard would order a retreat to the temple steps as the Minotaur bellows a challenge at the stranger. As the stranger strides towards it with his sword in one hand Nysard would land next to you after being back handed by the Minotaur.

Keira: You would be called outside by a few guards to help deal with the wounded out there, the man you were just healing has stabilized and is fine now he just needs to rest. Another two sisters would follow you outside to help deal with the wounded, while outside you can see Nysard land very hard on the ground next to Dyanah. You think you should go see to him to make sure he doesnt have any broken bones because he landed pretty hard. After you have seen to Nysard you should go help the sisters with those who need to have their wounds closed and bandaged. Also while you get outside to help Nysard you can see a strange man in a crimson coat fighting a huge beast. The guardsmen gather at the bottom of the steps to fend off the beastmen several Gors and Ungors come charging out from the main group passed the strange man in red straight towards you and the others, luckily the town guard get in the way to fend them off.

The Stranger strides out towards the Minotaur with a huge grin on his face, his dark hair blowing around in the wind and his eyes locked on his opponent. The Stranger and the Minotaur then charge at each other, the Minotaur roaring and bellowing bestial noises and challenges while the stranger merely just laughs to his hearts content. The two then clash in the middle of the square before the temple while both men and beastman look on as the two warriors do battle. The Minotaur proceeds to swing his huge axe in wide powerful arcs while the Stranger steps away and ducks under the blade. The stranger continues to have the huge grin on his face as he steps in and aims his silver blade which flashes like lightning in an upwards arc leaving a deep flesh wound across the beasts chest. The Minotaur lets out a howl in rage and brings its axe in an arc to slam the blade into the strangers chest. The stranger manages to bring his sword up in time to block but because of the beasts strength his blade is knocked from his hands and he goes skidding backwards. As the Minotaur presses its advantage against the weaponless stranger, the stranger merely lets out another huge laugh as he seems to be enjoying the challenge, he then runs up to the Minotaur ducking down under its swing he gets behind it and jumps onto its back, pulling out a small dagger from his boot he jams the blade into the Minotaurs collar bone, while the beast flays about trying to grab the human it lets go of its axe so it can grab him with both hands, luckily the stranger moves and manages to dodge all of its wild attempts to grab him as he slowly saws its throat with the dagger. After a few more minutes the stranger manages to sever the minotaurs throat with the blade and the beast keels over dead, the Stranger would roll off of the beasts back and onto the ground he quickly retrieves his silver blade and turns to face the beastmen.

The beastman seeing their leader and the most powerful of them all scream, shriek and roar, turning away from the man in red they begin to flee from the town to regroup for another days raiding.

The Stranger after watching the beastmen turn and run slowly makes his way back to the temple steps and slumps down next to Dyanah. Now wearing his hat his face is illuminated by the moon as he stares up at the sky, taking deep breaths. He then looks back at Dyanah with a large smile on his face. "Well that was both fun and tiring. How are you and your friends miss?" says the stranger with his strange accent.
 

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Benepal
"For Sigmar and Nordland!"
Blood, Fire, Death, it was all around him. Men clashed with beast's, screams echoed out though the night, bodies lay motionless among the chaos. He could see wounded soldiers being dragged by their fellows into the temple, the beastman had no such decency and their wounded were left to die were they fell. Smoke ran thick in the air, the smell of burning wood and filth flooded his nostrils and irritated his eyes. This was War and he was every inch apart of it as a colour is to the rainbow.
Benepal wielded a Sword and Shield in his hands, after a quick patch up in the temple a Guard had told him that he was able bodied and needed to be out fighting. Why not? either die in there or die out here it made no difference to him. The Guard were making for a good last stand, as the beastman had to pool into the courtyard through the narrow streets and could only fit a certain amount of their number in at once. Still though
him and his friends were not professional fighters and the beastman continued to gain ground.

One came at Benepal with bloodlust in its eyes and a fury of vengeance in its heart for the loss of what must have been some sort of leader that Benepal had killed at the gate. Raising its war axe and roaring a warcry it came down on Benepal, but he raised his shield and ducked low the Axe collided and tore a gaping scar in the round shield. But the Beastman had left himself defenceless with its axe in the air and both hands preoccupied he had given Benepal a window, He swung his sword sideways slicing deeply into the beasts calf's, blood sprayed across Benepals features, not that it would matter blood already coated him nearly head to toe most of it was the blood of his fellows that had somehow ended up on him in the fighting, the beasts blood was just adding to the stench. The Beastman fell to its knees and Benepal had to jump back to avoid it but he didnt stop there, pressing the advantage Benepal thrust upwards with his sword impaling the creature through the heart. It fell backwards and hit the ground with a loud thud.
It was... satifying to hear
One down, Sigmar knows - how many left.
But as he turned to find another target he was backhanded across the face by one of the larger specimans of the pack. Benepal was thrown back by the force alone that the brute had put into hitting him. Laying on his back Benepal became the prey and he would have been killed if it were not for whatever it was that distracted his adversarys attention. The Creature turned to look behind itself but kept its weapon held firmly in the air ready to kill Benepal at a moments notice. Turning his head he could see what the Beast had heard and was now to looking at. An enormous mass of a thing had entered the fray, what the Empire had named a "Minotaur" and by Sigmar it had a reputation for carnage, tales in the Tavern had told of the creatures taking apart whole regiments by themselfs, and now it was here!
By my uncle!, how will we kill the putrid thing!
The Minotaur let out defining sound which seemed to be directed at someone towards the temple.
Slowly the Beastman begun to fall back behind the creature and Benepal could hear the Caption calling orders to retreat to the temples doorsteps.
The Beast That resided over him turned its attention back to Benepal, to little to late the Minotaurs distraction had given time for about half a dozen of the town Guard to come to Benepals aid ready to pounce as soon as the thing went to kill him. With a grunt that might have been interpreted as I'll be back for you it turned to join its Kin. Benepal angry that he had let the Beast come so close to killing him but thankful to Sigmar and the Guard for saving him, fell in lline with the rest of the Human line.

The Creature let out another defening warcry this time however it seemed to be directed at someone in particualar, Whoever that guy was in the back was he was in big trouble.
But to his suprise it was the Stranger from before, who emerged from the Guard lines griping his short word and laughing to himself. The Next fifteen seconds of Benepals life went so fast he didnt even know what to make of them. Somehow the Stranger had managed to leap onto the Minotaur's back and killed it stone dead with a boot knife. An impressive display of skill even for Benepal.
The Beastman fled before it,and just like that it was over villagers around him screamed Victory and clap for the Stranger, Benepal joined in but then remembered there was something he had to do. He ran up to the Stranger and fell to his knees bowing with all the grace he could muster "Good Sir!" he said trying to be polite "My Father is still in the woods and the Beastman will be fleeing in that direction, I must get to him before they slay him in their haste!".... "My Question is Will you help me?"
 

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Nysard ignored the severe pain in his leg, although he was limping he still managed to stay in line with the rest of the guards as they charged. They reached the beastmen, Nysard at the front of the assault. He was about to stab the beastman but suddenly his eye caught a glimpse of metal reflecting from the light. He instinctively ducked realizing later that barely managed to escape an axe which was directed at his head. After he ducked, Nysard stood up swinging his axe in an upward arc from below, planting his axe directly at the beastman's skull. Satisfaction filled Nysard's heart as he slowly took his revenge upon the beastmen. Adrenaline rushed through his veins and hes senses sharpened. He felt invincible! He took his axe out of the beastman's skull just to plant it in an other's chest. The second bestman fell on his knees, his life slowly seeping away, Nysard kicked him of the axe and preformed a Coup de grâce on him. This kill even further enhanced his feeling of invincibility.

This feeling soon disappeared as a huge shadow fell on him. Looking to the side he notice an even worse threat then the beastmen a minotaur. "MINOTA...." he tried to yell but he never finished his sentence as all air was drained from his lunges when something huge slammed into him. In a moment Nysard realized that he is in the air, flying several feet in the air back to the temples stairway. Nysard landed on his chest and could barely breath, slowly the air returned to his lunges but every breath he took caused severe pain in his chest. He coughed spitting blood on the floor. "Great... Now my.... Ribs... Are broken." he said between coughs. Barely standing up Nysard saw that the guard captain is calling everybody back, so they wont be killed when fighting the minotaur. On the other hand the stranger seeing the minotaur just smiled wildly and charged directly towards him. Yet now there was a more pressing danger, the gors and ungors charged straight to the temple ignoring the stranger. Nysard slowly fell back in line and slammed his axe against his sword, he waited for the beastmen to arrive and once the closest one came he extended his sword wielding arm, trying to catch one of them in surprise and impale him. At one point during the fight Nysard noticed that the stranger is kneeling on the minotaurs back, blood was starting to pour out of the minotaurs neck, thus it was obvious who was the winner.

As the beastmen saw their leader and the most powerful creature here fall, they ran away probably regrouping to fight and raid another day. As the last beastman ran away, all strength left Nysard's body. As lots of blood was gushing from his leg and many other wounds he sustained. He fell on the ground, the power of his rage sustaining him no longer. Everything around him darkened as he passed out...
 

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The stranger raised his gun and Dyanah winced at the deafening report as he casually pulled the trigger. When he cast a sidelong glance at her and spoke it was all Dyanah could do to keep from gaping at him. Just lucky? She had been scant moments from death and he seemed to dismiss such a dept without a second thought, had her rescue been merely a fluke of the Stranger coming to his mount’s aid? Dyanah’s hand tightened around the small pouch of yarrow as her mind spiraled like a wounded hawk, her fingers pausing over another slash in the man’s crimson coat.

The man’s shoulders twitched and Dyanah pulled her hand away, glancing up at the shadowy features under his wide hat where the faint outline of a wide grin could be seen. A distinctive low chuckle was coming from the Stranger that quickly increased into a full laugh and Dyanah bristled in anger. Her home was burning and this man was… laughing? He seemed to be watching something out in the melee and Dyanah followed his gaze, gasping in horror at the monster that was forcing its way forward through the other beasts.

The man stood, discarding his hat and pistols beside her and drawing his sword with a flourish. Dyanah regarded the weapons beside her with hesitation; did he really expect her to use these things? What if she missed? She reached down and lifted one by the handle, holding it away from her body with the same apprehension she would have given a poisonous serpent. It was surprisingly heavy and Dyanah looked out over the chaos of battle with a frown as the guard tried to break away before replacing the pistol back where the Stranger had left it unfired. He had engaged the massive, bull-headed beast in a bloody duel, laughing like a mad man all the while. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he hacked the roaring beast apart and Dyanah felt as if she might be sick to her stomach at any moment.

Turning her eyes from the fight; she scanned the milling guardsmen, hoping to see her father amongst their number. Dyanah knew he had a sword hidden in the floorboards of their cottage that he would take out on nights with a full moon to practice some sort of maneuvers in the small clearing near where they lived. When she was younger she would sneak out to watch him, the gleaming blade singing as it cut the night air. She knew he was aware of her bumbling attempts at stealth, but he never chided her for the curiosity and even seemed to linger at times to ensure that she had ample time to make it back into her woven-straw bed before returning home himself. Dyanah felt her throat tighten as none of the men before her wore the close-cropped dark hair and dusky skin of her father, that he did not stand amongst their number left possibilities that she shied away from.

A roar went up from the beastmen as the Stranger severed the throat of the bull-headed beast, riding its corpse to the ground before turning to face the rabble. The creatures seemed to have had their fill of fighting after seeing what could have been their leader slain before them and turned to disappear back through the darkness and smoke with the guard in chase. The Stranger stood watching them leave for a moment before turning back and making his way to the temple steps again, dropping down beside Dyanah to stare at the heavens for a heartbeat with a wide grin upon his blood-flecked face. Dyanah felt his words cut her as deep as any blade as Benepal groveled at the man’s feet.

The slap of Dyanah’s hand across the Stranger’s face seemed to echo in the shadows as she surged to her feet, fists clenched and trembling with anger,

‘Our homes are burning; our streets are stained with the blood of children cut down under the axes of those… those… Beasts! Aye, we were oh so lucky you were here to save us. How coincidental that you just happened to arrive less than a mere candlemark before the attack…?’

Dyanah was shrieking at the top of her lungs, as her amber eyes narrowed threateningly,

No, my friends and I are not ‘ok’. We may not have much compared to the likes of you, but what little we did have was far more precious than your gleaming sword or fancy pistols. The very lives of our families were snatched from us tonight… you sit there laughing and have the audacity to call our suffering FUN!’

With that, Dyanah snatched her pack up from the steps and fled, tears coursing down her olive cheeks as she pressed a hand to her lips to stifle the flood of emotions. Stumbling into the courtyard; Dyanah tossed the packs over Guinevere’s rump and fumbled with the tie-downs for a moment before collapsing against the mule’s flank, her shoulders shaking with racking sobs as she pressed her face into the dapped grey coat and wept.
 

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Yell as he might, Aldegar was thrust forward by the momentum of those behind towards the group of monsters that had attacked the village. His anger quickly took hold though, and instead of trying to fight his way from the head Aldegar welcomed his position. As if aided by some other-worldly source, the group crashed into the beasts almost as soon as Aldegar stopped fighting it. The man to his immediate left was impaled by a crude spear, and the farmhand had to move to the side to avoid a similar fate before coming face to face with a goat-headed creature wielding a rusty curved blade.

Monster held no candle to what this thing truly was; a dozen eyes on the animal face, but the mouth was located in the things stomach. One arm was vaguely human, covered in scales, while the other a barbed claw. Snapping from his shock, Aldegar was able to bring the leather shield up in time to block the downward swing. The blow shook him to the bone, and his arm burned something fierce. But somehow he managed to ram the blade of his axe into the things skull while two other men stabbed at the thing in the chest. Without warning, the dead beastman fell to the ground and nearly took Aldegar with it, the axe being stuck in the skull until he kicked at the thing.

Movement to the side caught the farmhands attention, something massive like a tree moving about. Had the forest itself come alive to destroy them? Through some measure of will and emotion, Aldegar was able to turn himself to see whatever this new horror was. In the process, he bore witness to Nysard getting tossed away like some doll his sisters used to play with; and thats when he saw the thing that did the throwing. It was easily two or three times his size, the muscles big as his waste was round. Whatever the creature was, it was no man by any measure, the head of an enraged bull, four wicked horns jutting from its head and eyes that glowed a deep red. That very sight stopped Aldegar and others in their tracks, and it was only through the grace of Sigmar or the other gods that he was not outright killed like a few others. When the giant monster turned and looked right at him though, thats when he knew he was doomed.

His knee's gave out after the thing took a single step forward, the next step was enough to get Aldegar to soil himself out of fear. Then with speed seemingly impossible for something so big, it smashed one of those great tree arms into the farmhands chest and sent him flying like Nysard seconds before. He connected with something hard, head cracking against the side of a building before falling to the ground. All the breath was forced out of him and his eyes watered from the pain.

Rolling onto his side, Aldegar opened his eyes and could barely see anything. Everything seemed to be going slowly, and the acting captain began to shout something, but whatever it was Aldegar couldn't make out. He didn't even know if there was anyone else around to hear the call or cry or whatever it actually was. Taking a breath, Aldegar immediatly fell back onto the ground from the pain and was forced to take small, shallow breaths before even trying to get up again. Despite an additional two falls, he was finally able to do so, scooping up his axe and removing the shield. After the first attack it was useless, split down the middle and unable to take another hit or do any damage.

Forgetting his anger, and caring more for staying alive, Aldegar decided to hell with these things and wanted nothing more than to get back to the temple. Almost at once, the young farmhand began to fall forward and was forced to take a hand to the side of the building he had hit. And thats when he noticed the beastmen staring at him, mouths foaming from the killing they had done. One of them began to bray, and the others charged him with berzerk looks in their eyes. All Aldegar could do was mutter a whimper at the thought of having to face three of these things, until he saw the shreds of cloth hanging from the fingers of one.

Instantly the pain in his chest was forgotten and Aldegar let a pained yell escape his mouth before he charged. Those shreds, they had been part of Lilli's dress, and that meant that these were the monsters who had killed his family, who had killed his ma, pa, and little sisters!
 
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