The Unholy Legions of Anti-Sanctus Chaotica, a Warhammer Online Destruction Regiment, The sacking of Thickmuck

The mist swirled around the huddled warband, fear was rampant, terror was the key of the day. Though their numbers were down due to cowards running away Anlarna stood firm and stalwart, she grinned and licked her lips sensing outwards trying to determine what Order would do.

"If anyone does not like my way of leading the warband speak now!" She hissed ontop of her white cold one, no one spoke up content they were with her leadership style.

"Youz lead da good WAAAAAGHHHH! Boz...wez follows youz." A shaman spoke up. Anlarna nodded her approval and sighed. The mist grew thicker still, sounds of movement were heard, the warband was on the move.

"Wait for it...give it a few minutes, once order has gone on we hit them fast and we hit them hard." Sure enough a few minutes later nothing was to be heard, Anlarna smiled and patted the side of her cold ones neck.

"CHARGE!!!" Anlana's warband was at less than half strength, but they charged and were at the gates in a matter of minutes. Order had taken the bait, earlier Anlarna had lead a raid on battle objectives in other lands, the overconfident order scum thought they would take them back but Anlarna knew....oh yes...she knew...

The doors fell down with a crash, the few guards that stayed at their post quickly died, in a matter of moments they were at the lords gate hammering at it with ram, sword, and spell. Anlarna gathered power about her and sought a target, a dwarf defender charged her, one of the slayers. With a wave of her hand she froze the slayer in place, walked up to him and smiled.

"Tsk...tsk...tsk..." She murmured, the slayer glared at her with distaste and rage, he tried desperately to break out of her grasp but without backup he was defenceless.

"Elvish wench! Ill see you dead!" Spit flew from the slayers mouth and Anlarna chuckled, she liked playing with her food before she got to the point of killing.

"I see you have a lock of hair around your neck...your wifes? And whats this? Smaller locks of hair...your childrens?" She grabbed at the locks and pulled them from around the slayers neck, she sniffed to get the scent of his family and smiled.

"Ahh! Such a sweet family...I will visit them soon...but first..." She swooped down upon the Dwarf, fangs bared and hungry. Behind her the lords gate fell, Thickmuch had fallen.

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The order warcamp was silent, the slaughter at Thickmuch was complete, thinking Chaos was out of the area women and children sought refuge for the night there, their fate was unknown. Out of the gloom a small figured staggered, Fenrik Hammerton stumbled gasping for air, his bear and hair were shaved from his body, his neck burned and he hungered...another evil was unleashed upon order that day.

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