Part 1: The Spear of Chotec All was lost in Gurensburg. The walls were over-run, the gates smashed to bits, and the foul monsters of Chaos pouring through the breach. Mortal men and women stood their ground or fled in equal parts, both dying to the cursed blades of the Great Enemy. A single officer stood with a few soldiers whom he'd managed to rally, shouting orders. Those with handguns let loose into the fray, killing what seemed to be an insignificant amount of the enemy. Halberds and swords met corrupt flesh and warped metal as the attention of the attackers was attracted to these desperate defenses. Laughter echoed through the cobblestone square that had been the lynch pin of the town's defenses. A massive, pustular and bulbous creature stomped through the gateway, wood and metal shattered on either side. His helm covered the sickly face, though anyone looking on could have gathered he smiled with rotten teeth at the sight of the town's deathknell. "BURN IT ALL, LEAVE NONE FOR THE WORSHIPPERS OF SIGMAR!" he bellowed, mucus flying out of the grill that guarded his chin "Bring me their hero, I wish to be granted a boon from Father!" his laughter bubbled and oozed, infecting the other fetid warriors that stood around him. "Throw them back! Aim for their heads! Cut th- Urghk!" the officer was caught from behind, his mean having been in a semi-circle around him, dying. The culprit hissed and picked up the groaning man, whom had gone almost completely limp from the tap he'd been given. It was a horrific mass of mutations and gaping maws, surrounding in grasping claws. It made to eat it's prey, before a beastman bleated at it angrily and struck at it with it's spear. The spawn retaliated with another hiss and tossed the man down, scurrying up the wall behind it to find other prey. The man turned over where he was dropped, looking up at the sun-filled sky for a moment, praying to Sigmar for deliverance, or even to take him now before the enemy could. A goat-like face blotted out the sun and the butt of a spear met the side of his temple, before he felt himself being hoisted off the ground and dragged through the square he had known all his life. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "The Men die Great One." a voice said, the sound originating outside of Aztotquin's sight. He knew it to his favorite attendant, Tzuisi, a skink priest. The pool before the great Slann showed Gurensburg. "All will die..." Aztotquin's mental communication was much like a niggling thought in the back of one's head, but clearly heard "..but this day, we shall keep them alive. Prepare the Saurus, and the Riders. The Great Game is to be played again." His eyes slid shut for a moment and Tzuisi was gone, hurrying down the dark corridor of metal and stone. He let a low hum flow from his throat, while his mind focused on a specific memory. A Saurus of white scale, huge in stature, scarred from countless battles. A great shield made of impenetrable hide and stone, paired with a toothy maul made similarly. Opening one eye slowly, Aztotquin was pleased to see that Saurus standing before him, next to the pool. "Great One..." the creature said, it's voice scratchy and tentative at first, the first words familiar and yet also foreign to it. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Pitiful man, what is your name?" The giant of pus and maggots asked, drool dribbling from his lips. His hands were wrapped around a massive axe, corroded on the blade, but oh so sharp where it was meant to be. Ten paces away was the officer that had stayed, two beastmen standing on either side, keeping him on his knees as he spoke. "Allan Gurenstein, a pleasure, filthy beast." he said, his pale skin flustered and his thick mustache slick with sweat. He could feel the fever that had now gripped him, the sickness coming off of the great oaf was so thick it no doubt had done this too him "Can I have my sword and Akubra hat? I need both of those if I'm going to gut you." he asked, struggling slightly. The beastmen held him firm, though they laughed at his words. The rest of the band of Chaotic warriors did as well. The smell of their breath was atrocious, Allan's nose wrinkling of it's own accord. The warleader laughed the hardest and the longest, almost an awkwardly long time "Give him his sword. And his hat." the amusement was palpable as the two beastmen let go of Gurenstein. The sword that he had used was tossed to the cobblestone in front of him. His hat was much more difficult to retrieve, as one of the beastmen was loathe to give it up. The large orange plum and wide-brimmed design made it quite fashionable. A spear to the throat of said beastman was the end of it though, and the soldier quickly gathered it and the sword up "Satisfied now mortal? Come kill me then." the taunt was again filled with mocking amusement. Allan Gurenstein was still kneeling, saying one last prayer to his god before he knew his death to come. Not normally the most pious of men, he figured he might as well "Right, let's begin then" he said, standing. In one fluid movement, he pulled a small flintlock pistol from his boot, leveling it at the warleader and firing. The shot rang out, a hole appearing in the left side of the Chaotic lord's helm. Puss, blood, teeth and other disgusting bits of the monster flew everywhere. Not hesitating a single moment, Allan leapt forward to engage, intent on taking at least one of these bastards with him. A deafening roar interrupted the sudden attack, Allan, the warriors and beastmen around him looking around. Unnerved by the roar, and the choatic warriors' reactions to it, the officer's gaze darted around the square, searching for what would make these monsters fidget and ready themselves. It took him a moment, but a shadow caught his attention. It was oddly shaped and moving oddly on the ground. There was nothing directly above it to cast the shadow, so what was it. Another terrible roar, suddenly joined by dozens more. The man's eyes went wide as he realized there were more shadows, and he looked to the sky. What he saw made him question his faith, and filled him with the urge to be afraid or rejoice. From the sky, hundreds of scaly beasts descended, on wings of sunlight. Colors of the spectrum played across them, their roars filling the air with righteous fury. Each lizard thing blazed with a fire that was unearthly, as if the stars themselves had come to do battle against Chaos. The very first that he could make out clearly was a massive white brute, jaws agape as it came down like a thunderous spear. It aimed itself directly at the diseased giant, while the rest of it's kind seemed to soar out across the sky and pick targets themselves. In the last few seconds that the creature took to reach the earth, the chaos lord looked up. A curse was upon his lips as the great scarred lizard slammed into him. Metal and flesh screamed as they were rent into shreds. The heavy shield that the White One swung smashed into the Nurglite creature's chest, following through with an overhead swing of it's toothed club. The gelatinous remains fell to the cobblestones and lay still, all around it a similar scene played out. Beastmen where cut and torn in half, while armored barbarians were crushed and mauled by the great lizards. It was over in a matter of moments, dozens of the Enemy cut down like so much wheat in a field, while the reapers roared and lashed their tails. Allan was frozen, unable to move, his saviors paying him little mind as they made sure the dead were truly dead. "Who are you?" he asked, none of the lizards seeming to hear him. He was wide-eyed and starting to tremble. They were clearly of Sigmar's kin. They still blazed with starlight, but their wings had gone, and they seemed much more real now "Wh-" From the heavens again came another roar, even more lizards came, riding atop ugly beasts galloping through the sky. A much larger monster followed, a huge and heavily crested lizard warrior directing them to the ground on wings of fire, similar to before. It was heading for the middle of the town, no doubt to enact bloody violence as was done here at the gate. Gurenstein's mind went blank and he almost relieved himself when he turned his eyes back to the square, and the White One stood before him. Or over him, to be more precise. The lizard was nearly eight feet in height, and corded with muscle. Scales as thick as armor plates covered it, and the weapons it carried seemed to be made of fiery gold. Ur-gold, the man thought as he spied it. All of the lizardmen were bedecked in it. What was more surprising was when the White One opened it's many fanged jaw and words came spilling out. "You fight with usss, we will cleanssse the Anathema from your home. Lead." it hissed. The deep voice and rumbling words jarred Allan from his stunned reverie, forcing him to speak. "Uh- righto, if you'll follow me then..." the mustached man said, nervously turning and jogging past the many mangled bodies of his friends and foes alike. The warriors behind him were silent as they followed, the only sound their clawed feet on the cobblestones, and Allan's ragged breaths.