| Day Six From the annals of the Sigmar Rock Clan, year of our Lord 2000 As inscribed by Matriarch Azra As evening breaks the day, and the stench of rotting flesh left on bone lessens. The sun begins to fade. The Sigmarite Sisters, one after another enter the ruined city, in search of the one thing coveted by all in Mordheim. They enter the city with a soft and gentle step, a step that hid the sheer force lying beneath. The evening begins to outweigh the day. As the search for the precious stone begins, and the picking through the remains of what once was begins... Suddenly, without warning they attack, savagely lashing at the white robed sisters. The vermin, the lice infested, deformed rat-like creatures known as Skaven come out of seemingly nowhere. Attacking from downwind as to keep the unmistakable stench that is born upon them from infesting the noses of those they seek to kill without honor. The shriek with craving that can only be described as inhuman, they shriek at the beautiful sisters. Sad vermin that they are, hide behind poisons. Poisons to give them the strength needed to be any kind of threat. Attacking relentlessly over and over again. After the shock of the first attack. Dodging each blow with skill normal men dream of. The shock, the betrayal of silence which had just been there was gone. Our sisters recovered, tides turned ! Wave after wave of attacks. The filthy little bastards began to fall. Knocking them out of existence. One by one they fell. The marksmanship of the sisters, accurate beyond imagination. Plowing through the glowing eyes, now wide with fear. Death seen through them before anything that was actually there. They fall, tehy fall, again and again the screeches coming from the broken bodies. Suddenly without warning. No clue of theier future actions, they flee! Tails so far between their legs, as to almost trip over themselves. The wrath of the sisters fell hard and true that eve. A wrath that will not soon be forgotten, and will be seen again. |