Oakstalk emerged from the
realm roots. He was told his bark older than the race of men. He could no
longer stride the realm roots like he once had. He was the final member of his war
grove to arrive, the dryads of the household stood assembled on the edge
of the wildwood. He noticed the storm cast massed on the edge of the forest,
they had fought alongside the storm cast on many occasions, and Oakstalk
admired there fighting prowess but they were too young a race to be trusted,
they had fire in their hearts and would let nothing stand between them and their
goal. Sadly this time it was Oakstalk and his war grove that stood between them
and their goal, an ancient ward stone, remnants of a bye gone age where such
mighty stone could ward off the taint of chaos. They were much like the
young tree lord who stood beside him now, Oakstalk could feel the eagerness to
fight emanating from the young warrior, Thistleleaf was you’d by tree
standards, the thirst to prove himself before an elder of the clan drove him.
Oakstalk raised his staff and surrounded his dryads in magical energy. He ordered a halt to the war grove, he could sense a foul taint on the air, the sigmarites would not be the only thing they faced this day. He motioned to the tree revenants that had accompanied him to battle. They faded into the trees to scout out this new threat, almost immediately two huge boulders crashed through the tree tops to shatter harmlessly on the the magic barrier protecting the dryads.
Far off in the distance the tree revenants saw their new adversary, hordes of sakven vermin swarmed the land, there plague and destruction tainting all they touched, they had constructed 3 of their tainted catapults. The revenants acting quickly using their way pipes to navigate far from the realm roots they appeared behind the lines of the skaven and charged one of the great catapults shattering it with their ethereal blades.
Sensing the opportunity to prove himself Thistleleaf leapt forward realm rooting far ahead of army, Oakstalk cried out to warn the young tree but it was too late fearing the closing trap would close on Thistleleaf before he would notice the old warrior pushed himself forward to aid the young tree. He had enough time to lose a bolt of magic toward the coming horde of rats, a great thunder clap announced the arrival of the sigmarites paladins, the charged Oakstalk but the thick trees meant they were only able to come at him two at a time.
The battle was coming to a head, the pivotal moments that would shape the course of this day, beseeched on both sides, by a horde of rats with their infernal devices and a host of warriors blinded by the holy mission, the two tree lords stood back to back. Oakstalk pushed his magic out to include Thistleleaf in his protection.
With the ancient at his back Thistleleaf felt strong enough to take any fow there where rats scurrying around his feet but he payed them no heed he could feel the knowledge of combat calling from Oakstalk through the spirit song they both shared. Centuries of knowledge flowing through him allowing him to predict and block even the wildest of the rats attacks. Even there quirk of exposing into vile puss on death gave him no concern. The towering plague furnace was close at hand, he reached out tearing the metal and wood asunder with his claws.
The revenants deep in enemy lines had finally been spotted a killed one final catapult before they where brought down and killed by a horde of rats.
The combined strikes of the paladins and there prosecutor support struck hard at Oakstalk he killed the first rank of paladins with a sweep of his staff impaling another on his claws he was no stranger to combat, but he was old his dark creaked as a fought off blow after blow but he was wearying he dropped to one knee. Lementing that his service to the everqueen would soon be at an end, he felt one of the hammers shatter bark from his back. This would be his last fight.
He felt the spirit song calling to him and the voice of the wildwoods themselves calling out to him lending the ancient warrior There strength to continue the fight. He could hear the song of ghyran lifting him up mending his bark and retuning strength to his form when he listened he could hear the voice a branch wych shaping the spirit song to aid his recovery. He was not yet whole but he would live. He should retreat but that would leave the young tree alone amidst the flood of enemies, he stood his ground lifting a paladin high over head and crushing him as an example to those who would stand against the might of the ever queen.
They had brunted the worst of the fighting the skaven had retreated. Their devices destroyed and their cunning tricks bested they had lost the will to battle on renewed by the his rush of energy Oakstalk and Thistleleaf turned to face the remainder of the stormcast army. Many of them where retreating from the forest in an attempt to form a secure line further back. A sole squad of liberators stood to hold the wraith of the tree lords. These warriors where not strong enough however and they soon fell trampled underfoot.
There fows where retreating on both sides there wardstone was safe. Oakstalk and Thistleleaf lifted the voice and bellowed there triumph into the tree song.
Oakstalk raised his staff and surrounded his dryads in magical energy. He ordered a halt to the war grove, he could sense a foul taint on the air, the sigmarites would not be the only thing they faced this day. He motioned to the tree revenants that had accompanied him to battle. They faded into the trees to scout out this new threat, almost immediately two huge boulders crashed through the tree tops to shatter harmlessly on the the magic barrier protecting the dryads.
Far off in the distance the tree revenants saw their new adversary, hordes of sakven vermin swarmed the land, there plague and destruction tainting all they touched, they had constructed 3 of their tainted catapults. The revenants acting quickly using their way pipes to navigate far from the realm roots they appeared behind the lines of the skaven and charged one of the great catapults shattering it with their ethereal blades.
Sensing the opportunity to prove himself Thistleleaf leapt forward realm rooting far ahead of army, Oakstalk cried out to warn the young tree but it was too late fearing the closing trap would close on Thistleleaf before he would notice the old warrior pushed himself forward to aid the young tree. He had enough time to lose a bolt of magic toward the coming horde of rats, a great thunder clap announced the arrival of the sigmarites paladins, the charged Oakstalk but the thick trees meant they were only able to come at him two at a time.
The battle was coming to a head, the pivotal moments that would shape the course of this day, beseeched on both sides, by a horde of rats with their infernal devices and a host of warriors blinded by the holy mission, the two tree lords stood back to back. Oakstalk pushed his magic out to include Thistleleaf in his protection.
With the ancient at his back Thistleleaf felt strong enough to take any fow there where rats scurrying around his feet but he payed them no heed he could feel the knowledge of combat calling from Oakstalk through the spirit song they both shared. Centuries of knowledge flowing through him allowing him to predict and block even the wildest of the rats attacks. Even there quirk of exposing into vile puss on death gave him no concern. The towering plague furnace was close at hand, he reached out tearing the metal and wood asunder with his claws.
The revenants deep in enemy lines had finally been spotted a killed one final catapult before they where brought down and killed by a horde of rats.
The combined strikes of the paladins and there prosecutor support struck hard at Oakstalk he killed the first rank of paladins with a sweep of his staff impaling another on his claws he was no stranger to combat, but he was old his dark creaked as a fought off blow after blow but he was wearying he dropped to one knee. Lementing that his service to the everqueen would soon be at an end, he felt one of the hammers shatter bark from his back. This would be his last fight.
He felt the spirit song calling to him and the voice of the wildwoods themselves calling out to him lending the ancient warrior There strength to continue the fight. He could hear the song of ghyran lifting him up mending his bark and retuning strength to his form when he listened he could hear the voice a branch wych shaping the spirit song to aid his recovery. He was not yet whole but he would live. He should retreat but that would leave the young tree alone amidst the flood of enemies, he stood his ground lifting a paladin high over head and crushing him as an example to those who would stand against the might of the ever queen.
They had brunted the worst of the fighting the skaven had retreated. Their devices destroyed and their cunning tricks bested they had lost the will to battle on renewed by the his rush of energy Oakstalk and Thistleleaf turned to face the remainder of the stormcast army. Many of them where retreating from the forest in an attempt to form a secure line further back. A sole squad of liberators stood to hold the wraith of the tree lords. These warriors where not strong enough however and they soon fell trampled underfoot.
There fows where retreating on both sides there wardstone was safe. Oakstalk and Thistleleaf lifted the voice and bellowed there triumph into the tree song.
