(General POV)
Location the Warhammer Old World-Kislev, Capital-Tzarina Campsite; the Tzarina's Personal Hut
It's been nearly two week since Mother Ostankya's defeat at the hands of the Arcane Monarch, and his Dark Legion, right now those Chaos worshipping invaders were claiming the whole North of the Motherland, and Katarina suffered.
Many innocent people were forced to flee South, and have taken to migrate to the edges of Kislev or even beyond it noble borders, in her personal hut, the Tzarina sat before a mirror, looking both beautiful and tired.
On the rare occasions that she was alone, she held the weeping that gnawed at her mind, and prayed to Ursun for strength and guidance, never before has Kislev faced such evil, and lost soo much as now.
But in a twisted form of hope, many of those men and women that fled the wrath and destruction wrough by the Dark Legion, came to her camp and inlisted in her army, vastly adding to their overall forces, even if they were mostly peasantry and hunters.
She thanked Ursun for this meager mercy, and tried to calm herself for soon she'll give the order...yes, the order to march and fight, they have barely recovered from their battles and marching into the gates of Hell itself for Ursun, now those same daemons and condemned followers were at her literal doorstep.
Placing her ice-crown onto the table, and sighing out a deep, long breath with the cold air making it visible, she thought of her "deceased" father, Boris Ursus, and what he would have done...than she'd let out a small chuckle, since she already knew the answer, almost like he was standing right next to her, speaking to her, "My daughter. Be strong, you already gave all you need to prevail. Just be strong, and all you're enemies shall fall..." her face became calm and full with regal authority once again, her eyes glowing with frost blue magic.
Katarina knew exactly what she must do, and that's to be strong and fight, as she does some final processing, there is one thing she must do once the upcoming battle end...and that's to retrieve her brother's desecrated body, and provided a proper burial for the Hero Prince, as he deserves...at that moment someone came to her hut.
It was the old veteran, and the Bane of Vermins, Olesya Pimenova, coming to report to her, the Tzarina allowed the proud warrior-woman to enter and they started to speak of the Colossal Beast (Enzium), was starting to move more to the south, if not stopped the capital and whole Kislev would fall to the thrall of Chaos, of the Chosen of the Gods.
With a serious atmosphere, they spoke more to each other, Olesya having gained Katarina's respect over the last month or more of their meeting, then a new figure joined in on their conversation, the Golden Knight, Naryska Leysa, also coming to report the status around the camp, and to check on her tzarina, and it seems that Lady Pimenova beat her to it, and the three women continue their conversation.
Location Tzarina Campsite; the Great Orthodoxy Area, Kostaltyn's Hut/Praying Shrine
Meanwhile in another part of the ever-growing camp of the last united defenders of Kislev, Kostaltyn and his fellow followers of the Ursunite Faith, were in middle of a grand joint prayer, with Kostaltyn himself leading it as usual.
The Great Patriarch, has been eager to purge the heretical filth off the sacred lands of Kislev, but he knew...as much as he wished it wasn't true...that he and the Great Orthodoxy alone, wouldn't stand a chance against the Dark Legion.
So this temporary alliance between his followers, and the Ice Court was crucial to face these vile servents of Chaos, he has faced the "Tzarina" Katarina in many battles especially when their God, Ursun, fell to the grasp of the damnable "Shadow" Belakor, soo as much as he dislike the unworthy ruler of Kislev...he still believes and is solely loyal to the true Tzar Boris Ursus...Katarina and her ice witches are needed in the battle to come, so the Motherland can be saved...
Much of Kislev, has fallen to the vile grasp of the accursed Changer of Ways, he almost blamed that damned old man, the one simply known as the Advisor, a elderly man, who is a mysterious agent of Tzeentch, the Chaos God of Change and Intrigue, who served Katarina in the rescue of their Bear God.
After that event, that old man disappeared, and no soon after a tzeentchian Chaos Lord came to the Motherland, along with the birth of a new Chaos God, things were dreadful. (Yes the advisor is in this story, and have yet to decided what to do with the old man, any suggestions?)
Regardless Kislev needed him and the Great Orthodoxy to charge for its defense, and to purify the land in Ursun's name...
Location Kislev/Far East of the Capital; Boris' Campsite
The mighty champion of Ursun, Boris the former Tzan and grand hero-lord of Kislev, once again has returned to the conscious world, being reawaken sometime ago, from his frozen crystal tomb.
Obviously he learn of his son's demise, like his daughter Katarina, he mourn his death in trying to destroy the vile servents of the Plague God hidding and blighting their lands, only for the damnable forces of the Chosen of the Gods, came and killed him...Boris stood there in the snow, in silent mourning, Ursun called to him to fight once again for Kislev and it's people...
With a face showing clear purpose and strength, he started walking towards the hidden war-camp he made, sometime ago to gather and ready for the war against the followers of Chaos.
He glanced to his right, to see his loyal bear companion and mount, Urskin, a fearsome and mighty ice beard of pure white fur, Urskin made his way beside him, and Boris petted the head of the fearsome bear that has been beside him many battles.
As the Red Tzar, smiled and the snow clashed onto his mystical and legendary armor, called the [Armor of Ursun] which was forged on the Spring Equinox, one of the holiest days of the cult of Ursun, the powdered bones of a score of the mightiest bears were mixed with the steel of the armour before it was quenched in the finest mead, this suit of armour is imbued with the power and might of Ursun himself and those who wear it feel his power coursing through their veins, as he and his bear walked into the maincamp.
All those within the camp that saw the legendary hero, kneeled and showed respect to their Lord Ursus, they have joined his amassing army caused they suffered from the Chaos enscourgances on the Motherland, ranging from the Priestess of Putrefaction and the Dark Legion, but their spirit weren't broken they craved retribution for all the atrocities, that they and their kin have suffered under the hands of the Arcane Monarch, and his followers!!
Hence this secondary force of Kislev, was formed and ready for Boris command, but only when his daughter the Tzarina makes a move, will he do as well, planning to strike at the Dark Legion's flank, making this upcoming war a two prown assault.
This was the best strategy that the Red Tzar, can think of to face a ever-growing army of Chaos, he and Urskin walked through the camp to check-up on things, for the call to war will soon be made, he could feel it...
Location the Chaos Wastes, Southwestern Shores of the Waste: Arbaal Naval Camp
Arbaal has won another battle, the once slaaneshi land of the Tower of Torment has fallen, and Lord OW-Khorne summoned his Destroyer to gathered and lead a massive army of khornate warriors and daemons.
With the lost/dissappearance of Valkia, Arbaal was chosen to lead this massive khornate army of the Blood God, to destroy and slaughter everyone in the southlands, currently Arbaal on his massive flesh hound was making his way through the bloody legion of daemons and warriors, preparing to make sail south to spread OW-Khorne influence and claim across the Old World.
Among those gathered in this temporary camp, was the mighty (Fantasy) Skulltaker, (remember both Skulltaker and Skarbrand are already spawned and causing havoc in the main 40k world, so these are the fantasy versions, which means that this is the non-Elder Daemon Skarbrand from lore.) was instructed by the Blood God to join and obey Arbaal as the khornate invasion South was about to begin.
And even the infamous Exiled One,(Fantasy) Skarbrand was called by his Dark God, offering the scarred bloodthirster with an actual opportunity to return to his dark master's graces by serving under Arbaal, this is the greatest gathering of khornate touched beings ever...as the ships were being build in great haste, for the bloodlust and hunger for battle was growing in all these men, women, and daemons every passing moment.
With the damned servents of Slaanesh, already making moves on the far-east of the Wastes, making their way south through the Dark Elves dark lands, they chose to travel through the sea heading southwest to start the invasion of the Southlands...
Location the Chaos Wastes the borders to Naggaroth, the Frozen City: United Slaanesh Camp
Azazel, Sigvald and Dechala, under the dark divine word of the Princess of Pleasure, Lady Slaanesh, all three of her greatest champions went to the Frozen City, the abandoned border between Naggaroth and the northern Chaos Waste.
Originally after Azazel and Sigvald meet the famous favored elven champion of their Goddess, the Denied One, Dechala, they planned to immediately head south through the dark elves' lands, but their dark mistress told all of them to remain put for a horde of slaaneshi daemons, including N'kari and the Masque were being sent to join their forces, thus forming the greatest slaaneshi army to ever come to be in the Old World.
This was extremely exciting for all three of the slaaneshi champions, they could hardly contain themselves.
This new amazing sensation of a unite force, causing untold torment, pain, and much, much worse to the weaklings and unskilled of the south, the promise of whole new experiences and sensation was...barely...keeping these rivals in Slaanesh's favor together.
Especially Dechala having finally being granted with the ohh so desired reward of daemonic ascension, so the serpent she-elf was more than happy to "cooperate" with the other devotees of Slaanesh.
Apart from that it was quite obvious that Slaanesh's advance on the south with start in the lands of Naggaroth, and if not from the rampage being caused by the Brass Bull's herds than the various druchii would have noticed them, and mounted a better defense against the forces of Excess, and soon Naggaroth will face a war likes they've never before...
Location the Sea of Chaos: Mainship of the Plaguefleet of Spume
Tamurkhan along with his warriors, and must trusted enforces from Kayzk the Befouled, Grukmur Three-Horn, and more were standing beside their Maggot Lord, on the main ship deck of Gutrot Spume, who was stomping around the withered, slime covered deck of the ship, giving command to his fleet and warriors.
Ever since the disappearances of Lord Ku'gath, Epidemius, and Festus which wrough the rare anger of their benevolent Grandfather, upon the foolish followers of the Architect, destroying several keen settlements in the Wastes, and then their glorious Grandfather commanded them to unite.
The last remaining and greatest champions of the Plague God, him and Gutrot were tasked with great purpose.
The two mighty and cherished children of the Rot Lord, are to sail through the chaos-touched sea, and beyond to strike deep into the southlands, passed Kislev that is under siege by the tzeentchian side of the Chosen of the Gods, and the Everchosen is focused on the Empire of Man, they'll strike the lands of Brettonia, specifically Lyoness to start establishing a foothold in the South for OW-Nurgle.
Thus three of five of the mayor forces of Chaos, have started to invade and corrupt the south, this brought joy and excitement for these bloated, diseased, and plague-ridden warriors of pestilence, as the plagued creature acting as the ship was striking it slime oozing tentacles onto the surface of the water, almost as it too was feeling eager for the rot and blight soon to be wrought.
Location the Chaos Wastes: Northern Region of the Chaos Wastes-The Crystal Spires
Aekold Helbrass has been victorious, his forces have successfully defended one of the Lord of All Change's monumental sites of power, and defeated the invading forces of the vile, Plague God.
The tzeentchian battlefield was littered with the already spoiled, maggot infested, bloated, puss and gut bursting remains of the putrid followers of the Decaying God.
The sight was utterly disgusting, especially for a follower and champion of Change, like Helbrass, as he mentally/magically instruct his sword to soar and swipe/flick-off the gunk, and blacken, diseased blood of the nurglish daemons and warriors that he has slain, he returned to his forces.
Every step he took sprouted life, even in these desolate, and corrupted lands of the far north...
The loss of Kairos, Vilitch, and the Changeling has cause a mayor ripple in the forces of Change, and the nurglish warbands and daemons have been relentless in their assault against the Lord of All Change, Helbrass was immediately stroke by visions of the events happening in the South.
And clear commands, he is to gather a greater force of both daemons and warriors under his dark master, and head south as well, but to his shock is wasn't necessarily to attack...completely...but to change the flow of the game a bit...regardless he'll do as the God of a Thousand and One Plots orders of him, soon Aekold Helbrass and many of the chosen of OW-Tzeentch shall travel south as well...
Location the Deeper Southern Lands of the Empire
Khazrak One-Eye the Beastlord of Drakwald is the first among the beastmen's most greatest, beastlords and renowned warriors to amass a massive warherd and set out to cause untold chaos and bloodshed, in the name of the Gods.
Immediately facing off against a empirial force from the area, preventing them from going to aid the Emperor, in his battle against the Everchosen, another infamous beastman that started causing havoc outside the usual beastmen territory, is Malagor the Dark Omen.
Malagor, soaring through the air leading his own warherd north, seeking to gain favor from the new Dark God of Bats, Laharl Valboga, with the magical powers of the Herdstones and having ritualist conversations with the daemons of Chaos, he learn of the champion of Laharl Valboga, Ixion Daemonhart, and Malagor made his move to join the Dark Legion, gaining the Bat God's favor along with the other Gods.
Meanwhile, Morghur the Shadowgrave the ever-mutating beastman, was leading a huge warherd, are heading south aiming to strike their ancient enemy in Ather Loren, craving the mystical forest and it secret.
For countless years the beastmen and the wood elves gave been engage in endless aggressive war with one another, now with a warherd of grand proportions, the Shadowgrave desires of Ather Loren and offering everything to the Gods, all for untold favor and rewards from his dark eternal masters.
Next is Cynrid the Elvishgor Queen, and her herd have managed to drive off Ghorros Warhoof and his herd, when he came to her territory near Ather Loren, despite their equal losses in their battle both centigor beastlords, went their own way.
Cynrid failed to kill Ghorros, but at least she and her warherd were finally free to cause chaos and dismay in the southlands, soo long have they been at the edges of Wood Elf lands, and fighting them that she and her warherd craved new enemies to slaughter
All the while Ghorros having survived his latest headed west, angered that he failed again to claim Cynrid as breeding mate, this legendary centigor appetites are almost at the level of slaangor, and other followers of the Goddess of Unspeakable Excess, but that rage will soon subside, and Sigmar or any God help the ones that in the path of this beastman's hooves, increasing his speed, as warherd mostly composed of other centigor marched on...
Taurox the Brass Bull was still rampaging across the cold lands of the Druchii, the nearly invincible minotaur, that the Dark Gods greatly favored was butchering droves of dark elf warriors.
From khainates of the greatest death hag to the numerous witch elves, as well as the heavy armored soldiers of mass, like the dreadspears and bleakswords, all were torn by the pair of axes of the mighty Brass Bull.
The meer promise from the Gods, that he'd be able spill endless blood, kill hordes of victims, and more mayhem.
Along with the herdstone showing him and his herd visions of untold rewards, and possible endless slaughter across the world, as the huge minotaur of brass skin, stomped through the snow and snorted with rage, he crushed the broken bodies of his and his herd vanquished victims, he felt the pull of Chaos, leading him to the south of Naggaroth, so with a fearsome and great roar, he rushed south with his warhead, following close behind him.
Lastly Ran Bloodhoof, and her Bloodhoof Herd was still in the Badlands, facing off against hordes of Greenskins, from various tribes and Warbosses ranging from Black Orkz to Goblinz.
She relished the carnage and battle, her dwarven rune axe soaking in near endless blood, while her minotaurs rampages across the deserted waste that are the Badlands.
Her goal remains the same, as it started months ago, to head for the far east and finally start rampaging again, just her bandit days, as she spun the chain that attached her axe to her wrist, hacking and chopping through hordes of greenskins, charging straight at her, yelling out "WAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!" from the top of their lungs, it didn't matter to Ran, as long as she can fight and slaughter she is satisfied...for the moment.
[Author Note: Hi, I wanted to give an update on the various named characters, and factions state, after the month+ of period that Ixion/Warp Gods, have been attacking and corrupting Kislev. Hope you enjoy. Ohh and I'm not doing every faction like the Reaction Chapters, just the one closest to the area, Empire, Brettonia, Dwarves, and Vampire Counts. That's all once again, I hope u'll have a good nite/day, cya the next chapter.]