My body moved on its own, shambling forward at an external command, swinging the sword I had plunged myself on, that felt like ages ago, though it might have been a day, maybe a year, maybe month, like this it all felt the same.
I was once a loyal soldier in the armies of the empire, a zealous follower of Sigmar. All the crap I was fed since birth slowly eroded on the field of battle however, as I saw friends fall, lying dead in the field, those empty eyes staring up at the heavens, all just food for the ravens, while the generals and commanders hid behind lines of soldiers. It was a normal assignment, kill a necromancer, kill his creations, it was a routine thing, what we hadn’t expected was the massive beast build out of diseased flesh, barreling out of the rotten gate, followed by a hoard of skeletons from that same, decrepit, castle. I was assigned to the front lines that day, amongst the first to get smashed aside by the massive creature, dying from the internal injuries alm