So here it is; a rough draft of my first AoS battle given a more flavorful description. This honestly is my first time writing any army fluff so comments and criticism is highly welcome The stormcast were thoroughly entrenched in their camp, well defended and seemingly prepared for any threat that would come their way. However as night drew closer an intense storm was spotted on the horizon. Desperately trying to protect their gleaming armor the soldiers of Sigmar hurriedly retreated into their tents to avoid the oncoming storm. Little did they know that this storm would be like no other. As the clouds grew closer the light began to shift and warp in wholly unnatural ways, with beams of pure white light descending to the ground. Instead of rain, small drops of energy hit the ground and tents, creating blinding flashes of light. In his tent the Lord Arcanum shivered, despite the protection of his tent, he could still feel the chill and discharge of the falling lights. As he tried to close his eyes and drift into sleep a sudden commotion jarred him awake. Outside his tent he could hear armor clanking and the sounds of barked orders. Quickly he rose from his resting place and grabbed his staff. “What is going on here?” The Golden warrior shouted above the din. A sequitor rushed forward and hastily relayed the news. “Sir, we can see things, shapes, no creatures forming in the starlight. What’s more is that they are clearly nearing the camp!” As soon as the soldier finished his statement the Lord Arcanum hastily mounted his Dracoline and shouted at his men to form a line. Then they appeared. A dozen or so forms manifested from the beams of light. Their forms were hulking and massive, standing at a similar size to the men of Sigmar. As the light began to die down the stormcast began to make them out more. These creatures were like nothing they had seen before. Each of these creatures was reptilian and form, with thick hides of blue scales of a bright hue. The largest among them roared and lifted a stone blade, pointing at the stormcast battle line. Immediately the warriors locked shields and began to march forward. The Lord Arcanum, at an utter loss of what to do simply shouted at his men to march forward. Before the sentence had even fully left his mouth, another shape began to manifest in the starlight, dwarfing even his mighty Dracoline. Both he and his men were blinded by its arrival, shutting their eyes as it manifested. Again like the creatures before it the light began to fade and it’s form was more discernible. It was not one creature, but a pair of them. The larger beast was a deep crimson with jagged stripes of black splashing across its flank, and as it bellowed into the heavens, it revealed a mouth of sword like teeth. Atop this great beast sat another creature, similar to the saurian warriors that had manifested only seconds ago. However this creature was much larger than the other reptiles, making them seem almost diminutive next to its imposing presence. The great saurian roared and pointed a spear straight at the Lord Arcanum’s beating heart. Gulping down his overwhelming sense of dread he ordered his men to engage the enemy. Sigmarite weapons and shields clashed against thick hides and shields, with little effect. The few they did manage to slay burst into a blinding light, leaving no trace of their existence behind. Yet even as the saurians began to cut down the Sequitors the Lord Arcanum noticed something odd. The great monster was nowhere to be seen. As if to answer his question a sudden roar and and blinding light emerged behind him. The Lord Arcanum hurriedly wheeled his mount to face the new challenge, bracing himself for what was to come. Even as the light faded he felt the earth shake from thundering footfalls, and when at last the light died down he saw it, the terrifying beast and its colossal rider, charging towards him. The saurian rider extended a gold covered arm and opened its clenched fist, unleashing several blasts that arced towards the Stormcast. As each bolt made contact the Lord Arcanum could feel parts of his armor and flesh being scorched away, and underneath him he could hear the shriek of his mount as it reared up in pain, a scorch mark covering its left leg. Then the gargantuan beast collided with him in a thunderous crash that would have pulverized a smaller creature. Immediately the large beast slammed the Dracoline to the ground and began to tear into it with massive jaws. Even as his mount was butchered beneath him, the lord Arcanum desperately tried to weave a spell to try to topple the creature. Before the words had left his mouth he felt a burning pain in his chest as the saurian rider plunged its spear into the storm forged general. Before he could scream, his very form disintegrated and rocketed towards the heavens in a bolt of lightning. As the battlefield cleared of bodies the hulking saurian war leader dismounted and strode towards a single, small plaque with indecipherable symbols on it. Lifting this item up, it roared in triumph as it and its army faded into blinding lights.