a bit of fluff on my empire army


Hagen stared into the stained glass that lie broken at his feet. On it was a pictured sigmar holding gal-maraz high in victory. Pitiful, the citizens of the empire that had lived in this broken and battered town had turned to chaos that was why Hagen and his army had been sent here. To cleanse the town of taint. He ordered one of his staff to collect the shards of the glass while he hefted his great hammer. He reviewed his battle line. His swordsmen stood beside him. On their flanks were the bands of warriors who had joined his cause out of faith. On their flanks were the two units of the knights of sigmar. An order he had founded himself to combat chaos and disorder. Behind the main line crossbowmen were loading their bolts into their crossbows. Behind them was what every man in the army called “sigmar’s thunder”, a great battery of cannons.


Hagen could see the enemy now, ragtag bands of marauders and cavalrymen on what seemed to be draught horses. Hagen could see the chief of the town, an armored brute who looked like he could take the charge of a band of knights and stand. He immediately told the men about him that they were to fight his band and word quickly spread through out the ranks. Once he deemed the enemy was close enough he hefted his ornately forged battle hammer. Immediately the sky turned black as a volley of crossbow bolts soared over head, only to land moments later within the enemy ranks. Screams of anguish and death could be heard by the army of sigmar. Hagen once again hefted his hammer and sigmars thunder roared into life. Hagen saw men fly into the air at the impact of the shells, while screams of agony were heard from those that flames had seared. He saw one of the mobs of the enemy “soldiers” flee after getting mowed down by a shot. As the cannon fire stopped Hagen raised his hammer to the enemy and gave the order to charge. The enemy desperately tried to put up a shield wall but the fanatic of sigmar were to fast. Lance rent flesh, sword clove shield and limb, and hammer slammed into face. The enemy parted at the sight of the arch lector, revealing the chief of the tribe. Hagen knew this was a challenge and stepped forward. The chief was much larger than when seen from far away. He rose above the clergyman like a monument at the roadside. But in that moment did Hagen despair, did he lose all hope in winning this battle? He did not, for with his blessed hammer did he strike thrice upon his enemy. As the first blow fell the left arm of the enemy was crushed from the weight of the blessed hammer, the second stroke took his opponent to one knee, and with the third and final strike did the head of the chief fly into the distance, decapitated body falling to the ground. A great cheer of triumph arose from the soldiers of the clergy as they hewed the foul, disheartened enemy. And with their chief dead, the scum of chaos broke and fled past their burnt and broken huts, relentlessly perused by the knights of sigmar.


After the great victory, the army made camp on the edge of the village. When the knights returned from the hunt the warrior priest zarik came to Hagen’s tent and reported what had occurred during their absence. “We perused the vile scum for many leagues and were successful in killing all of the traitors and then cremating them as is our way. We then searched the town for any survivors when we came upon three men who apparently had stolen into a hidden vault underground when their brethren had started to create vile pacts with the ruinous powers. They have agreed to join us.” Said the warrior priest as he entered and sat down. “Bring them to me and let me divine whether they are pure in their faith and devotion before they spread throughout the ranks.” Said the holy priest in response. Zarik just walked out of the tent obeying his commander.


When all of the men were presented to Hagen outside of his tent He bade them all sit down before him. Each in turn came forward to be divined worthy enough to join the army or worshippers of chaos. All three he found unworthy as he saw deep into their minds the abominations that chaos spreads. “I sentence you to death by execution by the power vested in me by the holy church of sigmar. May sigmar bless your souls.” said the great priest. At his word three knights of sigmar lifted the terrified men up on their feet and three more drew their ornate broadswords. The faces on the knights were grim but they knew what was to be done at the order all three decapitated the men. “Quickly! Take their bodies away and burn them!” said the priest.