“For Sigmar!!” proclaimed Praetor, his blooded hands wielding the holy
hammer that had struck down countless abominations in the name of the
God- Emperor Sigmar. Praetor's body was filled with a rush of
adrenaline as he thundered toward the unholy witch whom had been
terrorising the town for weeks now. “NO!” screamed Marial, the sister
of the witch, scrambling free from Brother Karl's grasp, clawing her
way toward the unholy witch; Marial would soon be free from the dark,
controlling magic's her evil sister had cast upon her. Everything had
seemed to slow down to a virtual stop and seconds felt like endless
Praetor raised his gold-tinted hammer into the glorious shafts of light
being cast into the great hall through the grand colour-stained windows
that stretched forever upwards. The witch cowered at the bottom of the
shrine making no noise; only wincing fractions of a second before the
golden, glinting hammer came slamming down... sealing the witch's fate
Breathless, Praetor stood before the shrine with his hands firmly
gripping the hammer. Marial swept over her sister in horror and pain,
desperately clutching the witch's dead, cold hands... weeping over her
sister's death. Praetor slowly stared down at Marial, thinking silently
to himself ‘foolish child', he shook his head and then gracefully
turned to face his brethren. “It is over.” Praetor said quietly.
Stepping down from the shrine he headed toward Brother Karl. They
spoke quietly together barely 9 yards from the shrine.
Marial wept over the witch's body, she placed her arm around the body's
neck bringing it closer to her shoulder. Something was attached to the
silver necklace of her sister, it pressed softly against Marial's
shoulder. “What is this...?” She whispered to herself. Marial
cautiously unbuttoned the topmost button of her sister's once beautiful
garment. A small, black stone encased in what seemed to be smooth
glass revealed itself to Marial. She could see her reflection in the
deep, dark depths of the stone. She was obsessively attracted to the
perfectly smooth stone amulet. It would be madness to leave it here to
be forgotten over time. She had to have it... She would not let anyone
else find it... “It's mine!” cried out Marial as she pried the black
amulet from her sister's stone cold neck. Praetor and all his brethren
quickly turned to face Marial, startled by her sudden outburst.
Streams of black and purple shadows seeped from the witch's corpse to
the black amulet that Marial now possessed. Brother Karl exclaimed
worriedly “Is she a witch too!?” raising his crossbow level with
Marial's head. The evil shadows dispersed from around Marial and once
again, the great hall was filled with a deathly silence...
“Aarrgghh!!!” Marial screamed in an unholy pitch. Brother Karl let
loose the righteous fury of his crossbow bolt before following suit
with the others and shielding his ears from the high shrilling of
For Marial, everything was slow again... her heart was beating so slowly
she could not believe it. She felt the agonising and torturous pain as
dark, evil shadows penetrated her virginal body. She could not react.
She was powerless. Finally, the shadows stopped and she let out an
almighty scream. There was so much pain. So many emotions. Countless
memories struck her mind all at once. Marial could not muster enough
strength to sail through this torrent of pain, emotions and memories.
She went limp, once again powerless, her legs gave way and her body
fell to the stone floor with one quick, thud.
Composing himself, Praetor rose to his feet. “Karl?” asked Praetor. He
reached down to his brother and shook him a little by the shoulder.
“Are you alright, my brother?” Karl looked up to Praetor silently...
he did not say a single word, he had seen Praetor say something to him
but he had not heard anything. He suddenly grasped Praetor's arm in
shock. “I can't hear anything!?” exclaimed Karl in a slightly loud
tone. “What?” Asked Praetor unbelievingly. Karl could only observe
Praetor's mouth move but no sounds were to be heard. “Never mind me...
how are the others?” Said Karl loudly. Brother Praetor headed toward
the other side of the now darkening hall, he noticed that the stained
glass windows had all been shattered and staring outside he saw the
setting of the golden orange sun. “BROTHER PRAETOR!” Screamed Brother
Claudios “HELP ME!” Praetor swung round to the screaming and saw
Marial hanging Claudios high up in the air, clutching onto his throat with her
Letting out a deep battle cry, BrotherPraetor ran toward Marial as fast as
his body would allow him.
Marial turned her head from Claudios to Praetor, and then stared into
the green eyes of Claudios forcing him under her ultimate control.
Claudios suddenly ceased to struggle anymore, limply hanging there
transfixed to the evil women's eyes. “Kill your Brother.” Marial
whispered softly into his ears and released him from her grasp; Praetor
quickly grabbed Claudios from her evil, soulless body. “Claudios, are
you injured Brother?” asked Praetor, focusing his eyes on Marial.
“Brother?” Praetor turned his head to the newest member of the
Brethren, Claudios. Noticing that Claudios' eyes were black, Praetor
asked, “What is wrong with your eyes brother?!!” Shocked, Praetor
quickly backed away from the now lifeless Claudios.
“Fell my pain...” hissed Marial as she disappeared in a swirling spiral
of dark, purple smoke from the great hall. Praetor swung his hammer
into the dark smoke but managed to hit nothing. “PRAETOR!” Shouted out
Karl warningly as Claudios hit Praetor on the shoulder with a jagged,
rough grey stone. Praetor groaned in pain as bones seemed to shatter
around his shoulder, his collarbone felt smashed and then he dropped to
his knees in agony. Claudios raised his hand to take another swipe at
the hapless Praetor... but as his hand was at its uppermost level he
suddenly shook violently and fell to the floor, dropping the simple yet
deadly jagged rock onto the flat stone surface. Standing behind him
stood the deafened Karl, holding his gold-plated crossbow where the
soulless body of Claudio once stood. Brother Karl stared down at
Claudios and admired the pinpoint precision with which he had unleashed
the holy bolt into Claudios' spine.