Battle of Kriegfeld Castle

The Battle of Kriegfeld Castle

In the year 2512, a massive horde of savage warriors from the north surged down through Kislev, massacring entire villages and lotting townships. Striking without warning, the tattooed marauders rampaged southwards, accompanined by an array of brutish, beast-like creatures that were bent only on bloodshed and feasting on the bodies of the fallen. The raiders rode into Ostland, cutting a bloody swathe across the land.

As it remains today, the province of Ostland was a wild rural land. Its inhabitants are tough and hardy people who are capable of defending their lands from raiders. However this horde was larger than any usual raid and the people of Ostland were cut down murderously before it.

However the noble Kriegfeld family were renowned for their determination and fierceness and would frequently ride forth from their castle to aid their countrymen and hunt down any marauding raiders. The eldest son of Lord Kriegfeld rode from the towering castle of the family with the mainstay of the house guard to fight the marauders, for the Elector Count of Ostland’s armies were several days march distance. A group of marauders detached themselves from the main war party, leading the defending army towards the north, never committing themselves to a pitched battle. They frustrated the young Lord, striking fast before withdrawing and leading his forces away from the castle. While these forces were occupied, the main Chaos army struck towards the mighty Kriegfeld castle, situated to the north-east of Bechefen.

The forces of Chaos laid siege to the castle, attacking it in the depths of night. The moon and the stars were obscured by dark sorcery, and black winged creatures descended from the skies, pulling the sentries from the battlements to their deaths on the sharp rocks below. The battle for Kriegfeld had begun a battle that would be recalled for years to come for both its tragedy and heroism.

The castle guard were sorely depleted and the Lord Kriegfeld and his family and his family, even his Lady and eldest daughter fought alongside the soldiers on the battlements to stem the evil tide that threatened to engulf them. The night was filled with the incoherent screaming of the savage marauders as they clambered up hundreds of hurled grappling hooks and huge furred creatures battered at the gates. The besieged defenders fought frantically for hours on end, the frenzied mass of raiders throwing themselves at the walls without fear for their own lives, their souls already promised to dire powers. Dawn provided no respite, for the marauders did not appear to be tiring. Barely able to remain on their feed, the exhausted defenders struggled on, their numbers falling one by one.