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 AGE OF FANTASY - DARKNESS WITHIN
Introduction
Darkness Within is a narrative campaign for Age of Fantasy
that follows the story of Misha, a young heiress who must rise
to the challenge and reclaim her home after a vampire uprising
brings darkness to the realm.
This game expansion for Age of Fantasy takes players on an
adventure across 10 missions which are tied together by an
exciting story of epic proportions.
To play this campaign you’re going to need the core rules for
Age of Fantasy as well as some army lists, which you can find
for free on our website: www.onepagerules.com
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which are designed to be fast to learn and easy to play.
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exist thanks to the support of our awesome community.
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Thank you for playing!
Story Writing: Joe Fonseca
Game Design: Gaetano Ferrara
Illustrations: Brandon Gillam
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Contents
Playing Narrative Campaigns ....................................................... 3
Prologue - The First Night ............................................................. 4
Chapter 1 - Misha’s Flight.............................................................. 5
Mission 1 - Courtyard of Death ...................................... 6
Mission 2 - Escape at Dawn ............................................. 8
Chapter 2 - The Valley of Death ................................................. 10
Mission 3 - Moonlit Ambush......................................... 11
Mission 4 - Last Stand .................................................... 13
Chapter 3 - A Turn of the Knife .................................................. 15
Mission 5 - Great Crossroads ........................................ 16
Mission 6 - Open Combat .............................................. 18
Chapter 4 - A Hunter of the Guild ............................................. 20
Mission 7 - The Revenge ................................................ 21
Mission 8 - Confrontation .............................................. 23
Chapter 5 - The Darkness Within ............................................... 25
Mission 9 - Enemy at the Gate ...................................... 26
Mission 10 - The Twisted Idol ....................................... 28
Epilogue - New Dawn, New Night ............................................ 30
Army Sheet ..................................................................................... 31
 PLAYING NARRATIVE CAMPAIGNS
Introduction
Unlike regular one-off games, narrative
campaigns are a series of connected
missions that follow an ongoing story.
The missions have been designed to be
played back-to-back, so each chapter can
be played in a single session.
Campaign Structure
Story Sections: Follow the campaign by
reading each story section in order until
you reach a mission. At that point you
must stop reading the story and have to
play the mission. Only once the mission
has been completed you may continue
to read the next story section.
Playable Missions: Each mission has to
be set up as described in the preparation
section, and is then played using all of
the core game rules. Note that if you are
using the progression system for your
campaign, then you need to keep track
of which units are injured or level up
during a mission on your army sheet.
Tracking Victories: After each mission
has been played note down which army
won on your army sheet, as the outcome
will influence other mission and is used
to determine who wins the campaign.
Winning the Campaign: After the last
mission has been played check how
many times each army won:
• If the Empire have won the
majority of the missions, as
well as the final mission, then
they get a Major Victory.
• If the Empire have won the
majority of the missions, but
lost the final mission, then they
get a Minor Victory.
• If the Empire tied with the
Vampiric Undead, regardless of
who won the last mission, then
they get a Tactical Defeat.
Since the story is narrated from the point
of view of the Empire, we only highlight
their result, but practically speaking if
the Vampiric Undead won the majority
of the missions, then it counts as a
Minor Victory for them (any other
result counts as a Tactical Defeat).
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Preparation
The Battlefield: To play this campaign
you’re going to need a flat 6’x4’ surface
as well as at least 10-15 pieces of terrain
of different types. Because of the varied
biomes you will explore, we recommend
to use some forest terrain, some basic
human buildings and some swamps.
The Armies: Before the campaign begins
players must decide who will play as the
Human Empire army, with the other
taking the Vampiric Undead. Then the
players must pick a max. points value
for the campaign, and write down their
complete lists on their army sheets.
Players may freely add or remove units
to their army sheet at any point, even
when playing with the progression
system. Note that for this campaign the
Human Empire army must have at least
one Captain and one Bounty Hunter,
whilst the Vampiric Undead army must
have at least one Night Bringer and one
Necromancer.
Using Other Factions: Even though this
narrative campaign was written with
Human Empire and Vampiric Undead
in mind, it is easy to imagine this type of
clash to be happening between any of
the other factions in the world, so feel
free to swap them out with whatever
armies you have available to play.
Quickplay Armies
Ready to Go: In order to get you started
with the campaign faster we prepared
two balanced army lists which you can
use for playing the campaign. Note that
these lists come with no upgrades, so
you can customize them however you
like when playing.
Human Empire:
• 1x Captain [1] - Misha
• 1x Bounty Hunter [1] - Ivranik
• 2x Infantrymen [20]
• 1x Weapon Masters [10]
• 1x Knights [5]
Vampiric Undead:
• 1x Night Bringer [1] - Slayer
• 1x Necromancer [1] - Vlasmyir
• 2x Skeleton Soldiers [20]
• 1x Skeleton Guard [10]
• 1x Zombie Wolves [10]
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Progression System
Campaign Progress: The casualties and
xp systems are a simple way to add new
narrative elements to your campaign by
having units suffer injuries and become
stronger as the campaign goes on, but
this is completely optional.
Casualties: At the end of the game, all
units that were fully destroyed or routed
count as casualties.
Unit Recovery: For every unit that is a
casualty roll one die and check what
happens to it here:
Result Casualty
1 Injured - Unit gets -1 to all
rolls for the next mission.
2-5 Recovered - Unit recovers and
may be used without penalties.
6 Top Recovery - Unit recovers
and earns +1 XP.
Earning XP: Units earn XP in battle for
each of the following things:
• +1 XP: Not a casualty
• +1 XP: Killing a unit
• +2 XP: Killing a hero
Mark earned XP on the army sheet in
order to see when units level up.
Leveling Up: When a unit earns 5 XP it
becomes 25pts more expensive and you
roll one die to see what trait it gets:
Result Trait
1 Agile - Moves +1” on advance
actions and +2” on rush or
charge actions.
2 Headstrong* - Gets +1 to rolls
when taking morale tests.
3 Specialist - Gets +1 to rolls in
melee or shooting (pick one).
4 Resilient - Gets +1 to rolls
when blocking hits.
5 Elite - May re-roll one roll of
any kind once per game.
6 Fast Learner - May pick any
other trait from the list.
Each trait (except for Specialist) can only
be gained once, and if you roll a trait
you already have simply re-roll. Units
can’t earn more than 30xp, so they can
level up max. 6 times.
 PROLOGUE - THE FIRST NIGHT
Misha looked down from her window
into the courtyard below. The men of the
guard moved in unison, their polearms
glinting in the morning light as they
performed their drills.
Ready, thrust, sweep, return.
Misha mimicked their movements for a
few minutes. Her paintbrush made a
poor halberd but her practiced muscles
moved in perfect harmony with the
sweating men below.
With a satisfied breath, Misha returned
to her chair and brushed aside the pile of
books and papers on her desk
containing various reports and ledgers
from the Imperial Capital. She had a
sudden urge to paint, and the morning
light was near perfect.
Half an hour later Misha surveyed her
work. The light hadn’t been as nice as
she had hoped, the promising rays of
morning sun quickly hidden behind
swift moving clouds from the north, but
the painting captured the weight and
motion of the soldiers.
A knock at her door broke Misha from
her self-critique. Two maids let
themselves in followed swiftly by
Misha’s mother, Duchess Grelanya.
“Misha, painting again?” Her tone
frustrated, “This morning you were
supposed to be studying. Need I remind
you of the importance of the visiting
Imperial dignitaries? They rarely
venture out to our Duchy and I will not
have you disgracing us.”
“Apologies, Mother,” Misha was barely
listening. The image of her mother,
noble as always, flanked by solemn
maids, seemed the perfect painting. She
tried to commit it to memory. The left
maid, Kreya, demure and pretty, three
hairs breaking free from her tight bun.
The right maid, however ...
While Kreya was upright and proper,
this one seemed crooked, her neck tilting
just so. Misha scanned her face, not
recognizing her. Her eyes were grey. A
mesmerizing grey. A grey that seemed
to suck in all the light around it.
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The girl must be sick, she reasoned. A moment later the door was thrown
open, revealing the terrible sight of the
“Misha!” Her mother’s voice struck like
bloody form of her mother’s unknown
a slap, freeing her from the maid’s hold.
maid. Gore covered her once white
“No more useless painting. No more dress, running slowly from an open
prancing about with the guards. You mouth and poised knife. Behind her,
will soon see your eighteenth summer, mangled and broken, was Kreya.
and I demand you take your work
Misha didn’t think. She couldn’t. She
seriously. The Duchy will need you to be
rushed with all her might and collided
a strong leader. We are far from the
with the creature, driving her naked
Capital and pressed on all sides. We
dagger deep into its chest.
must be ready to stand on our own.”
It was as if Misha had charged into a
“Y-Yes, mother,” Misha could barely
wall. The grievous wound seemed not to
believe what she had just felt, but before
register, and with a screech the creature
she could look again, her mother and the
brought her own weapon down. An
maids had turned sharply on the spot
instinctive sidestep propelled Misha out
and vanished. Wiping a sudden sweat
into the hall and Kreya’s body.
from her brow, Misha turned to her
desk. I must reach Mother! Without a
backwards glance, Misha charged down
Throwing her hair back and quickly
the hall. Sound now reached her of
working to braid it, she surveyed the
distant fighting. Shouts, screams, the
half-rolled scrolls on her desk. The
pleading of dying men all drifted
names of Counts, Burghers, and
through the halls in a jumbled
Guildmasters, all the important folk
cacophony. Yet she saw no one.
from the distant Imperial Capital.
Before she knew it, Misha was before
Misha did not relish the work before
her Mother’s chambers. The door was
her. Her eyes drifted back to the
off its hinges and the eviscerated corpse
window and out to the courtyard. The
of her bodyguard was strewn
abandoned pikes, balanced upright in
throughout the hall.
neat rows of threes, looked so much
more appealing. Stepping inside Misha couldn’t believe
what she saw. Four of her mother’s loyal
Knights stood over her bed with swords
held high. Their fanged and inhuman
faces twisted in mocking snarls.
The Duchess, half sitting, could only
give Misha a wide-eyed stare before the
swords descended.
Misha couldn’t even cry out at the
horror. As the monsters turned to face
her, she knew there was only one thing
left to do.
A scream cut through Misha’s dreams She had to escape!
like a knife. The endless sound chilled
her and sent her scrambling out of bed.
By the time she reached her closet,
wrapping a cloak around her and
unsheathing the dagger hidden at the
back, all that remained was the dull
sound of metal on flesh. Misha turned to
face the door, holding her blade
trembling before her.
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 CHAPTER 1 - MISHA’S FLIGHT
Captain Ivranik’s eye shot open in the
half-dark of the moonlight. Something
was wrong. A chill was creeping into his
flesh. A deep, penetrating chill that he
hadn’t felt in years. In a moment he was
out of bed and reaching for his clothes.
“Up!” He shouted, one leg struggling to
work through his trousers, “The lot of
you, up! We’re under attack!”
Within a minute, as Ivranik reached the
oaken door leading to the courtyard, a
motley collection of half-dressed
guardsmen had gathered behind him,
bleary eyed and questioning, some
clutching knives or belting on
bandoliers, their breath oddly visible in
the midnight gloom.
Throwing open the door to the
courtyard, Ivranik was horrified to find
his fear realized. The front gate of the
castle was thrown open, and the bodies
of the guards were scattered about.
“Latsho, Prezhnik, sound the alarm,
rouse the town! The rest of you, gather
the men of the east barracks and prepare
to move on the keep.” Ivranik thought
for a moment as his soldiers rushed to
do his bidding.
“Fezhnik, Dvannir, come with me.” He
turned and marched deeper into the
network of rooms that worked through
the castle’s outer wall. The deep chill,
the silent murders, Ivranik knew what
he was dealing with.
Reaching an innocuous storeroom, he
quickly found the odd plank in the floor.
“There, lads,” he pointed, “Rip it up.”
Soon the two soldiers were hauling up a
dusty wooden crate. Pushing them aside
Ivranik fumbled with a key around his
neck. Throwing back the lid revealed a
long silver sword, naked and gleaming,
two ornate pistols, and the heavy cloak
and hat of a Master Hunter from the
Hunters’ Guild.
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“Curses!” The hunched form of the
necromancer moved with an unnatural
speed. “That bratty heiress must be
found. The mistress will be furious if she
escapes.” Two trailing skeleton warriors
made no sign of comprehension.
“She must be in hiding somewhere.” He
paused, reaching the broad dining
chamber. The aftermath of a one-sided
battle still littered the room. These will do
as well as any, Vlasmyir thought as he
focused on an incantation of living
death. The corpses slowly rose and
shuffled to join their brethren.
“Find the Duchess’s daughter and bring
her to me!”
Misha tore through the halls of her
ruined home.
She had nearly fainted at the sight of her
mother’s death, but the hungry eyes of
the murderers had given her a speed
born of pure terror. She had no option
now but to flee or face the same end.
She had to reach the foyer. From there
the great doors of the keep would be
within her grasp. Beyond that, the open
courtyard, the town of Svalidraz and,
she hoped, safety.
Misha was so preoccupied that she
barely registered the mass of men she
was running towards. Catching herself
at the top of the foyer’s grand staircase,
she took in the scene. A collection of her
guards was fencing with the Undead.
Swift strikes to gangly limbs sent the
creatures crashing to the ground, where
heavy chops separated head from body.
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The organized force of guards, clearly
caught unawares at the start of the
assault, had taken casualties, but they
had rallied and formed a shield wall
near the grand entrance. The creatures can
be stopped! Misha thought, and she
rushed to join her men.
Pulling a sword from the hands of a
fallen guardsman, Misha threw herself
into the rear of the Undead, her safety
forgotten in the adrenaline and fear.
Before long they had dispatched the last
monster. One of the guards tried to rally
the others. “Quick! To the Duchess!”
“It’s no use!” Misha shouted over him.
“The Duchess is dead, and the castle is
lost!” She hated hearing the words come
from her own mouth. “We must escape
while we can.” There were scattered
curses, but the guards formed up.
Through the open gates, Misha was
dismayed to see a bent form dominating
the center of the courtyard, blocking
their path to the town and freedom.
He was cackling and waving his arms
about frantically. From the ground
around him long dead corpses broke
free from the earth, an army of the
Undead.
Just as Misha was losing hope, she saw
the upright form of Captain Ivranik
emerge from the barracks at the far side
of the courtyard leading a company of
guards and shouting them forwards.
Perhaps there was a chance, after all.
 Mission 1 - Courtyard of Death
Princess Misha’s forces are separated by
the Undead, who are trying and stop her
from escaping the courtyard.
The Battlefield
For this mission you’ll need a 6’x4’ table
with at least 10-15 pieces of terrain on it.
To represent the courtyard we suggest
placing castle buildings and walls near
the edges of the table, whilst only using
minor terrain like crates and barricades
in the center of the table.
The Armies
For this mission you’ll need two armies
of equal cost (we recommend 750pts).
Below are some recommended units you
can use for this mission. Note that when
using custom armies they must contain
the underlined units.
Human Empire:
• Captain - Misha
• Bounty Hunter - Ivranik
• Infantrymen
• Weapon Masters
• Marksmen
Set-Up
Place a straight line of castle walls with
one ore more gates, exactly 18” away
from zone A’s table edge, which serves
as a safe zone.
Objectives
The mission ends after 4 rounds, and if
Misha is within 18” of zone A’s table
edge, then the Empire wins.
Deployment
Before the game begins the Empire
player must separate his army in two
halves, with Misha leading one part, and
Ivranik leading the other part.
Starting with the Empire, players then
alternate in placing one unit each, with
Ivranik’s half of the army being placed
in zone A, and Misha’s half in zone B,
whilst the Vampiric Undead may only
be placed outside of zones A and B.
First Turn
The Empire gets the first turn.
Special Rules
Safe Zone: Vampiric Undead units may
never move within 18” of zone A’s table
edge, and may only attack units on the
castle walls with ranged attacks.
Endless Horde: Whenever a unit of
Zombies is fully destroyed, you may put
it in reserves at the end of the round.
Whenever Vasmyir is activated, he may
remain idle and roll one die. On a 4+ he
may place one unit of Zombies from
reserves anywhere within 6”, and at
least 6” away from enemy units.
Special Equipment
The Purifiers: Whenever Ivranik rolls a
6 to hit when firing Pistols, the hit can’t
be blocked and deals +D3 wounds.

Vampiric Undead:

• Necromancer - Vlasmyir
• Zombies
• Warriors
• Skeleton Guard

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 Vlasmyir couldn’t believe it. That
damned brat had slipped right between
his fingers. He surveyed the blood-
soaked courtyard in the early morning
gloom. Dozens of bodies, both his own
risen corpses and the fresh dead of
Misha’s guard, littered the field.
Vlasmyir’s elite skeletal warriors moved
mechanically across the space, swords
descending to snuff the life from the
abandoned wounded.
What am I going to do? The first signs of
morning light were giving him a
headache. Vlasmyir hated when the
living spoiled his plans. He hated it even
more when they disrupted the plans of
his vampiric masters.
Him. I can always summon him.
The thought caused a shudder to run
down Vlasmyir’s crooked spine. It may
come to that, but I still have some time before
the damned girl spoils everything. The
town’s buildings are tall and its streets
narrow. The shadows will buy us time.
With a flourish, Vlasmyir concentrated
on raising the corpses of the recent
battle. He smiled to himself as he felt the
power flow through his body.
Every death a boon, every slip of the
enemy a chance to recover. He wasn’t
defeated yet. He just had to wear her
down. If she managed to slip through
again. Then yes, he would summon him.
A silent order brought all the risen dead,
new and old, to attention. From the
castles nooks and crannies skulked
horrible abominations torn from the
deep crypts below. Behind them, in the
shadow of the castle’s grand doorway,
five figures stood staring at Vlasmyir.
He shuddered.
Few things scared Vlasmyir.
Their disappointment was one.
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“What’s with the paintbrushes?” Ivranik
wiped sweat from his brow before using
the rag to clean the gore from his
shining silver blade.
“What?” Misha had hardly even begun
to untangle the horrible details of their
battle in the courtyard and their flight
into Svalidraz. This made no sense.
“In your pocket, lass.” Ivranik was now
reloading his pair of pistols. The sound
of the charms on his Hunter cloak
jangling quietly as he did so.
Misha looked down.
Past the flecks of blood and the tear
where a former guardsman’s blade had
nearly taken her throat, there it was.
Three paintbrushes poked out of her
breast pocket. She must have grabbed
one of her outdoor painting smocks in
her hurry to get dressed in the dark.
She couldn’t help but laugh. How
ridiculous she must look, a nightgown
wrapped in a woolen painter’s smock, a
mess of blood and sweat. Quite the
noble figure she must cut.
Ivranik chuckled too. “It’s good you’ve
still got that spirit, child. We’re going to
need it before the days out.”
He surveyed the wide hall of the inn
that their meagre force had barricaded
itself within. Guards and townsfolk
chatted quietly, sharing drinks and
bandaging wounds.
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Ivranik knew that there was no point in
staying here longer than they needed to.
The town had fallen, and whatever
nightmare creature was behind this was
powerful enough to infiltrate the castle
without difficulty.
They would have to make a break for
the open countryside. Dawn was
breaking and it was tempting to stay
holed up in town, but Ivranik had
battled the Undead before. They
counted on fear to keep their prey
pinned in place
The longer they waited, the more
securely the Undead’s fangs would sink
into Svalidraz. If they tried to leave by
noon, every building between here and
the outer palisade would be filled with
monsters willing to risk the sun for flesh.
“Alright, my Painted Duchess” Ivranik
gave her a hearty slap on the shoulder,
“We need to get moving. It’s my hope
that we might make it to the Pass in
three days if we march quickly. From
there, we can petition our allies in the
Empire for aid.”
“The Pass?” Misha couldn’t help but feel
like she was abandoning her home. Her
mother. “But what of Svalidraz? We
can’t give up.”
“There’s nothing left to do, my lady.”
Ivranik could sense her ferocity, even
though it was hidden behind layers of
uncertainty and fatigue. “We owe it to
these people here, and all the ones who
fell in the courtyard, to get you out of
town safely. Only then can we think.
Can we plan.”
Misha knew she had to trust him. She
had never known he was a member of
the Hunters’ Guild, but they knew more
about the Undead than anyone.
She looked out to the men and women
assembled in the hall. She hadn’t noticed
that their conversations had stopped.
Guards, townsfolk, travellers. All looked
towards her and Ivranik.
“Yes” she agreed. “We must leave now.”
 Mission 2 - Escape at Dawn
As the city of Svalidraz falls into the
hands of the Undead, Misha’s forces
need to escape before it’s too late.
The Battlefield
For this mission you’ll need a 6’x4’ table
with at least 10-15 pieces of terrain on it.
To represent the city we suggest using
lots of houses and ruined buildings, as
well as scatter terrain like crates, rubble
and barricades.
The Armies
For this mission you’ll need two armies
of equal cost (we recommend 750pts).
Below are some recommended units you
can use for this mission. Note that when
using custom armies they must contain
the underlined units.
Human Empire:
• Captain - Misha
• Bounty Hunter - Ivranik
• Infantrymen
• Marksmen
Vampiric Undead:
• Necromancer - Vlasmyir
• Zombies
• Warriors
• Skeleton Guard
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Objectives
Before the game begins, count the total
number of units in the Empire army list
(combined units and heroes joining units
counts as one).
The mission ends after 4 rounds, and if
at least half of the Empire (as counted
before the game) are within the Undead
deployment zone, then the Empire wins.
Deployment
The Undead must deploy their units in
zone A, and if they won Mission 1, then
they may extend their deployment zone
to the dashed line (note that only the
regular deployment zone counts for the
mission objective).
Then the Empire may deploy all their
units in zone B.
First Turn
If the Empire won Mission 1 they get
the first turn, else the Undead get the
first turn instead.
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Special Rules
Knock Knock: Whenever an Empire
unit activates within 3” of a building, the
player may roll one die:
Result Event
1-2 Surprise! – The Undead player
may place a unit of Zombies
within 3” of the building.
3-4 No one home - No units are
added for either army.
5-6 Militia – The Empire player
may place unit of Infantrymen
within 3” of the building.
Each building may only be knocked on
once, no matter what the result is.
Rising Sun: At the beginning of each
round the Empire player may place a
burning light marker on X enemy units,
where X is the current round number.
Units with a burning light marker get -1
to all of their rolls.
Endless Horde: Whenever a unit of
Zombies is fully destroyed, you may put
it in reserves at the end of the round.
Whenever Vasmyir is activated, he may
remain idle and roll one die. On a 4+ he
may place one unit of Zombies from
reserves anywhere within 6”, and at
least 6” away from enemy units.
Special Equipment
The Purifiers: Whenever Ivranik rolls a
6 to hit when firing Pistols, the hit can’t
be blocked and deals +D3 wounds.
 A skeletal head exploded in a shower of
green sparks.
“Next!” Vlasmyir’s unhinged order
triggered another skeletal warrior to
march forward.
With a crack the skeleton’s skull burst
like his predecessor, the lightning arcing
from Vlasmyir’s fingers to his target. For
good measure Vlasmyir jumped on the
pile of bones, crunching some beneath
his heavy boots.
“How could you fail!?” He snarled,
stomping on the inanimate bones with
each word. “You had one task! Stop the
damned brat from escaping!” He halted
his tantrum to stare out at his unfeeling
army. Vacant eyes stared forward,
incapable of feeling Vlasmyir’s rage.
“Now I’ll have to summon Him. You
know what He’s like!”
If they did, the skeletons made no sign.
With as much dignity as he could
manage, Vlasmyir whipped his cape
about in a wide flourish and began
marching back towards the castle.
Svalidraz burned and the heat warmed
Vlasmyir as he passed. It marked a
cooling contrast from the chance rays of
morning sun that broke through the
ruined buildings. The sun stung, but the
pain only served to invigorate the
frustrated necromancer.
All is not lost, he thought, The town is
ours, the remaining living put to the sword.
They have their fortress.
A niggling fear tugged at the back of
Vlasmyir’s mind.
The Mistress will be furious. But, that is
what He is for. No one has ever escaped
him…not even I.
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“Three cheers for the Painted Duchess!” When the haphazard tent was erected,
Ivranik made a grand show of escorting
Misha stood in the centre of a crowd of
Misha within. “No one is to disturb us.
soldiers, wanting nothing more than to
We must have peace to devise a suitable
collapse into a bed. She managed a
plan of attack.”
smirk and thrust her bloodied sword
into the air. Behind the loose fabric walls Ivranik
dropped all pretence.
“Now one for you, brave soldiers of
Svalidraz.” Their booming voices raised “You did, excellent Duchess, but now
her spirits an inch. “If it weren’t for your anyone can see that you need sleep.” He
bravery, no one would be alive this undid his heavy Hunter’s Cloak and
hour.” She hazarded a glance over her balled it into a misshapen pillow. “Here,
shoulder at the smouldering ruins of her rest. I’ll think of what to do.”
former home.
“Ivranik, no,” Misha tried to protest, but
Misha faltered at the sight of the she felt the weight of the previous night,
destruction. They had left many to fall to the two terrifying battles, catch up to her
the blades of the Undead in their flight. all at once. “Maybe closing my eyes for
five minutes will help…”
She hated herself for that. So many had
already died so that she could escape. “Aye, five minutes only. I’ll rouse you
Not even her mother had survived. She then.” Ivranik said with a warm smile.
had failed her again, as she had so many
He sat down heavily on the ground and
times before.
started cleaning his weapons.
The soldiers were looking at her,
March to our Allies, he thought, who even
obviously expecting her to continue with
are our allies anymore?
a rousing speech. Suddenly Misha felt
like she would collapse if she had to
open her mouth again.
“I…,” she faltered when she saw so
many expectant faces.
“The Princess and I have much planning
to do, if we are to wrest our homes from
these wretched monsters.”
Ivranik’s commanding voice had come
to the rescue, once again.
“Pezhnik, looks like you’re in command
of first company now. Set a picket and
see that the wounded are cared for. Ivan, It was cold in the crypt. Vlasmyir hadn’t
secure some sort of screen for the been to the depths of Duchess
Princess, we need a command tend. Grelanya’s castle in a century, and he
We will rest here for three hours, then had vowed to never return.
we must march to our allies for aid. I Yet here I am.
expect everyone to be ready by then.”
There was nothing else for it. The savage
“Sir,” Pezhnik looked far too young to bust of a nightmarish creature
be in command of anything, “What protruded from the rocky alcove,
about the townsfolk? The survivors?” looming over the cracked sarcophagus.
“What of them, lad?” Ivranik replied As Vlasmyir launched into a foul
casually, “They’re coming along too. incantation of unlife, he brushed at the
Make sure they’re fit for travel. eldritch writing along the coffin’s head.
“The Slayer of Kings”
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 CHAPTER 2 - THE VALLEY OF DEATH
The sight of the valley behind them was
breathtaking. Misha sat wrapped in a
heavy cloak atop a bluff, watching her
little army stream slowly up the
mountainside. In the fading light she
could see the rear guard, made up of
some of her remaining knights, dutifully
sweeping the wide plains to check for
any Undead scouts that had breached
the pockets of forest that crept up to the
mountain range.
If only she had her paints and something
to use them on. Misha toyed reflectively
with one of the brushes in her pocket.
Painting seemed very far away indeed
these past few days.
Their journey west had not been an easy
one. The day after their flight from
Svalidraz, the column had been
followed by ferocious looking beasts
that lurked just beyond the treeline.
Their attack that night had been repelled
relatively easily, but the unending
shadow of the Undead continued to
plague their every move.
Ivranik had taken to steering them
towards villages and farmsteads as they
moved, collecting all the civilians they
could before the shadow of undeath
could overcome them. This had made
the column much larger, but for every
few dependents, Misha and Ivranik had
gained a good hard fighter.
Now that they had finally reached the
Pass, things were finally starting to look
better.
Misha was so lost in thought that she
hadn’t noticed Ivranik had come to
stand beside her.
“I don’t like how close the forest comes
to the base of the mountains.” He
scratched his beard contemplatively.
“But I suppose there’s sense to being
protected in the valley during nightfall.”
He swung a pack from his shoulder and
held it out to Misha.
“Here. Some of the lads collected these
in the last village we passed.”
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She reached out and took the pack,
opening it up. Several bottles of
coloured liquid clinked about next to a
pair of small linen canvases and a
collection of fine-tipped brushes.
Misha couldn’t believe her eyes, but
before she could thank Ivranik, he had
bowed deeply and began trotting back
down the slope.
Perhaps she did have a moment or two,
before the sun completely disappeared.
She eagerly set the pack down and
began to examine the paints within.
Vlasmyir hated how He walked. Always
so purposeful, always such heavy steps.
It was all Vlasmyir could do to not blow
up another skeleton in frustration. But
he had to maintain his temper. It
wouldn’t do to show any weakness
before the King Slayer. Not again.
Unaware or uncaring of Vlasmyir’s
contempt, the King Slayer continued his
march. The Undead legion at his back
had grown considerably as they pursued
Misha across the steppe of the Empire’s
western marches.
It seemed stupid to Vlasmyir to follow
the brat and her army into the narrow
valley that led into the mountains of the
border region. She might find allies
along the old Imperial Road, and the
terrain favoured the defenders.
Whatever! Vlasmyir thought with a
vicious smile. If this fool wants to lead our
armies into a trap, it won’t be my neck on
the chopping block.
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Just then the King Slayer held up a
heavy mailed fist. The horde stopped as
one, from armoured knight to shuffling
zombie. Two wights floated forward
and listened to the growled order of
their new commander, Vlasmyir
forgotten in the shadow of the King
Slayer’s daunting presence.
What is the fool planning now?
The Wights and a third of the army
began to march again, peeling off to the
left and into the trees.
“You simpleton” Vlasmyir spat, “Why
send them there? There’s nothing to find
but the foot of the mountain itself.”
“Yes.” The King Slayer’s reply, as heavy
as his armoured frame, shot a
momentary doubt into Vlasmyir’s mind.
“The humans guard the road. Their
scouts range the field.” Red eyes boring
into Vlasmyir from behind an ornate
helmet.
“None guard the mountain itself.”
With a swift motion of his arm, the King
Slayer signaled the rest of the army to
move forward.
“You and I, Vlasmyir. We will lead the
main force towards the valley.”
“The valley!?” Vlasmyir’s pride was
stung, but he still had a sense of
survival. “We aren’t going to simply
march along the Imperial Road, are
we?”
“Where else do you think we’ll meet the
Master Hunter?”
Vlasmyir had seen what Ivranik had
done to his creations back in Svalidraz.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to meet him
again.
 Mission 3 - Moonlit Ambush
The alarm is raised as the Undead are
spotted near the Empire’s encampment,
and they must now fight to secure the
perimeter whilst surrounded.
The Battlefield
For this mission you’ll need a 6’x4’ table
with at least 10-15 pieces of terrain on it.
To represent the valley we suggest
placing lots of forest terrain near the
long table edges, whilst only using
scatter terrain like rocks and bushes in
the center of the table.
If available, then you can place tents and
fireplaces in the Empire deployment
zone to represent the camp.
The Armies
For this mission you’ll need two armies
of equal cost (we recommend 750pts).
Below are some recommended units you
can use for this mission. Note that when
using custom armies they must contain
the underlined units.
Human Empire:
• Captain - Misha
• Bounty Hunter - Ivranik
• Infantrymen
• Weapon Masters
• Marksmen
Vampiric Undead:
• Night Bringer - Slayer
• Necromancer - Vlasmyir
• Ghouls
• Warriors
• Giant Bats
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Objectives
Place 3 objective markers as shown in
the mission diagram below.
At the end of each round, if a unit is
within 3” of a marker while enemies
aren’t, then the objective is seized and
remains seized even after leaving.
Wavering units can’t seize markers, and
if units from both sides are contesting a
marker then it becomes neutral again.
The game ends after 4 rounds, and if the
Empire have seized most markers, then
they win the mission.
Deployment
The Empire player must first deploy all
of their units in zone B.
Then the Vampiric Undead player must
select half of his units (rounding down)
to act as a flanking force, and must then
deploy the rest of his units in zone A.
First Turn
The Vampiric Undead get the first turn.
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Special Rules
Flank Assault: At the beginning of each
round after the first, the Undead player
must roll one die for each unit that has
not been deployed yet, and on a roll of
3+ may place it anywhere within 6” of a
long table edge, at least 6” away from
enemy units. At the start of round 4 any
unit that still hasn’t been deployed may
be placed without having to roll.
Cloudy Moon: At the beginning of each
round roll one die. On a 1-3 the clouds
cover the moon, and all units get -1 to
hit when shooting for that round, whilst
on a 4+ the moon is clear and there is no
penalty for shooting.
Endless Horde: Whenever a unit of
Zombies is fully destroyed, you may put
it in reserves at the end of the round.
Whenever Vasmyir is activated, he may
remain idle and roll one die. On a 4+ he
may place one unit of Zombies from
reserves anywhere within 6”, and at
least 6” away from enemy units.
Special Equipment
The Purifiers: Whenever Ivranik rolls a
6 to hit when firing Pistols, the hit can’t
be blocked and deals +D3 wounds.
Ravager Sword: Whenever Slayer
attacks an enemy unit with 10+ models,
he may double his attacks.
 Misha couldn’t believe it. The Undead
were falling back.
Some of their number were hacked apart
by eager guardsmen before they could
be restrained by their sergeants, others
simply crumbled to dust as the majority
turned on the spot and began walking
back down and out of the valley.
The moon was high, and the light was
strong enough to reveal the horror of the
battle. Dozens of bodies littered the
ground at the mouth of the valley.
Ivranik had been right to try and hold
the monsters at the pass, but it had come
at a terrible cost.
Throwing her eyes to the mountains that
abutted their position to the right, Misha
was horrified to see the amount of
damage wrought by the Undead’s flank
attack. Even Ivranik had been caught
unaware at first. A not insignificant
portion of their reserve and many
civilians had perished as a result.
Could any of this even be called a
victory? Was any of this worth it?
“Misha!” Ivranik’s stern voice revealed a
hint of worry. “We must act fast Lass,
but it’s not pretty work.”
“What do you mean, Ivranik? What else
could we possibly have to do? Don’t you
think everyone’s suffered enough
tonight? Let them have their victory.”
“No, Duchess.” His voice chilled her.
“I know the Undead. They will be back.
There is a force more powerful than a
necromancer leading them now.”
“But that is all besides the point” he
continued, “We must take care of our
dead quickly.”
“What do you mean?” Misha was sore,
and tired from the fight, but Ivranik’s
urgency brought her quickly to alert.
“We’re holding this position, so we
cannot allow the Undead to come up
from within us,” He paused, gripping
her shoulders, his eyes glinted with a
sorrow that was so unlike him, “We
must burn them all. Even those too
wounded to recover.”
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Misha recoiled from his grip. She Vlasmyir turned to see what The King
couldn’t believe what he was asking. Slayer had signaled and was surprised
to see a Wight leading hundreds of
She looked to her soldiers. They were
Undead warriors through the dark trees.
still in tight rank, weapons ready.
All were clad in ancient armour, some
None had broken formation to chase the
riding mailed skeletal steeds, some
fleeing monsters. None had disgraced
presenting banners of families Vlasmyir
themselves during the terrible fighting.
knew to be hundreds of years dead.
Even the civilians had held their own,
“Now, it is time for my army.”
battling as part of her units where they
could fill a gap.
She then looked out at the growing rows
of dead, their forms barely visible
rectangles in the moonlight, their
numbers far greater than Misha had ever
wanted to see. Then she cast her eyes
over to the torches that illuminated their
makeshift field hospital.
“I understand.” Misha said through
gritted teeth. She began a slow walk
towards the hospital, refusing to meet
Ivranik’s eyes as she passed him. “Quickly boys! Quickly!” Sweat
streaked from the brow of Sir Stevran,
Knight-Commander of the Western
Gate.
A great bonfire rose from the valley,
brightly illuminating the remaining Galloping through the dark atop a
formations of Misha’s army. The glow of gigantic warhorse, Stevran led a
the fire was enough even to brighten the company of his best knights along the
forest edge where Vlasmyir and the dark and narrow mountain paths.
King Slayer stood.
“There’s no telling how much time they
“Clever, that Guildsman,” Vlasmyir have left!” He leaned into the horse,
mused, “It looks like your little flanking willing it to run faster.
maneuver failed, though.”
Word had only just reached him of the
He cast a sideways glance at his events at Svalidraz, and now he could
imposing companion, hoping to catch if see the glow of a great bonfire leading
his words had any effect on his stoic him to his new duchess.
disposition.
If only he could get there in time.
“Indeed. Though it served its purpose.
We now know the extent of their power.
I now know how the Guildsman
thinks,“ He turned a helmeted head,
“and all it cost us were a few of your
measly sacks of skin and bone.”
“Measly!?” Vlasmyir was furious,
“Those measly sacks are all the army
you have! You’d better learn to show
some respect for my power, Slayer! I’m
the one who woke you, you realize!”
“I know your power and its limits well,
Necromancer,” He raised a mailed fist,
“and as I said, your army served its
purpose.”
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 Mission 4 - Last Stand
Misha’s forces have to withstand an
almost endless onslaught by the Undead
whilst waiting for reinforcements.
The Battlefield
For this mission you’ll need a 6’x4’ table
with at least 10-15 pieces of terrain on it.
To represent the valley we suggest
placing lots of forest terrain near the
long table edges, whilst only using
scatter terrain like rocks and bushes in
the center of the table.
If available, then you can place tents and
fireplaces in the Empire deployment
zone to represent the camp.
The Armies
For this mission you’ll need two armies
of equal cost (we recommend 750pts).
Below are some recommended units you
can use for this mission. Note that when
using custom armies they must contain
the underlined units.
Human Empire:
• Captain - Misha
• Bounty Hunter - Ivranik
• Infantrymen
• Weapon Masters
• Marksmen
Vampiric Undead:
• Night Bringer - Slayer
• Necromancer - Vlasmyir
• Skeleton Guard
• Vampire Knights
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Set-Up
Before the game begins, the Empire
player may place a 3” wide piece of
bonfire terrain anywhere in their
deployment zone.
Objectives
The game ends after 4 rounds, and the
Empire wins if both Misha and Ivranik
are still on the table.
Deployment
The Empire player must first deploy all
of their units in zone B, and if they won
Mission 3, then they may extend their
deployment zone to the dashed line.
Then the Vampiric Undead player must
deploy all of their units in zone A.
First Turn
The players must roll-off to see who gets
the first turn.
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Special Rules
Darkest Night: All of the Empire units
get -1 to hit in melee and shooting.
Firelit Valley: Empire units within 12”
of the bonfire don’t get -1 to hit, and if
they lost Mission 3, then extend this
bonus to within 18” instead as there are
more bodies to fuel the fire.
Endless Horde: Whenever a unit of
Zombies is fully destroyed, you may put
it in reserves at the end of the round.
Whenever Vasmyir is activated, he may
remain idle and roll one die. On a 4+ he
may place one unit of Zombies from
reserves anywhere within 6”, and at
least 6” away from enemy units.
Onslaught: Whenever an Undead unit is
fully destroyed, then you may put it in
reserves at the end of the round. At the
beginning of the round all reserves units
may be placed within 6” of any table
edge, at least 3” away from enemies.
Special Equipment
The Purifiers: Whenever Ivranik rolls a
6 to hit when firing Pistols, the hit can’t
be blocked and deals +D3 wounds.
Ravager Sword: Whenever Slayer
attacks an enemy unit with 10+ models,
he may double his attacks.
 “Victory! Victory!” Sir Stevran’s voice
cracked as he shouted into the morning
light. He swung his warhorse around on
the spot, surveying the carnage.
Most of his knights were riding down
the Undead as they slowly marched
back into the dark woods.
Groups of Misha’s men, looking like
they had just crawled through the
deepest dungeons of the rift, slowly
moved over the battlefield, putting their
own mortally wounded out of their
misery and starting to make bonfires of
the dead, both new and old.
Throwing off his helmet, Stevran tried to
spot Misha among the bloody mass of
soldiery that held the pass into his
mountain domain.
There she was, but she didn’t look
triumphant. She was sitting, surrounded
by several of her men, with her hands
folded under her chin.
“My Duchess!” Stevran rode over, “We
have won a major victory today! The
foul monsters have been repulsed!”
“Look around you Stevran,” Misha’s
voice was hard, “This is a victory only
for the ravens.”
Somewhat deflated, Stevran looked at
her soldiers for any sign of agreement.
He found none in their cold eyes. For a
moment they looked almost as dead as
the monsters they had just put to flight.
“I cannot thank you enough for coming
to our rescue, but we’re fresh out of
victories.” Misha said. She raised her
eyes to meet him, a slight grin creeping
up in the face of his vigour.
“The Duchess is dead, Stevran.” Misha’s
guilt returned. “I am all that is left.”
“No,” one of her guards spoke up, “You
are the Duchess, and Sir Stevran is right.
We follow you. No matter the cost. We
are soldiers of the Painted Duchess!”
“Painted Duchess?” Stevran looked
Misha up and down, “Oh, I like that!
Very grim, your highness! Blood of your
enemies painting your face, eh? Very
macabre!”
“No, no,” Misha began. It’s because
of…” She trailed off as she reached
instinctively for the brushes that still
rested in her pocket.
“You’re right. Blood of my enemies…
Our enemies,” She stood up and tried to
stretch some of the ache out of her
muscles, “Where is Ivranik? I need to
consult with him.”
She strode off onto the battlefield,
wiping the grime from her sword and
sheathing it as she went.
“Will you be joining us as we figure out
how to reclaim our realm?” She called
over her shoulder.
“Yes, your Majesty!” With a grin Stevran
kicked his horse into a trot after her.
“Thought…you…didn’t…need…’em!”
Vlasmyir did all he could to smirk while
the great skeleton held him by his neck.
The King Slayer let go, dropping
Vlasmyir into a heap. You’ll pay for that.
And soon.
“Your incompetence cost me my victory
and my chance at killing that Master
Hunter,” He pounded a fist into an open
hand. “It will not happen again, or I will
drag you before the court myself.”
“You may have been the one to wake
me, but I know my duty is to them, and
my own pride. You will damage neither
a second time, you snivelling worm.”
“Then what do you propose? Slayer-
Who-Failed-to-Slay?” Both our armies
are broken. The brat and the Hunter live.
We have Svalidraz, and the villages in
between. But she will surely be on the
move soon.”
“Of course she will!” The King Slayer
said, “And we will be waiting for her.”
“She must now move eastward towards
the heart of the Empire. Unless she
wishes to hole up in these pitiful
mountains for the rest of her life. She
must follow the old Imperial Road if she
wants to make haste.”
“So What?” Vlasmyir rubbed his throat.
“Fool. Even you should know what
awaits at the Great Crossroads.”
“The Great Crossroads!” Vlasmyir was
suddenly filled with excitement. “We
must leave at once!”

“I am wrong. The victory belongs to you

and the men of the Western Watches.
Without you there is no way we could
have survived the night.”

“’Tis the duty of any knight of the
Empire!” Stevran bowed as low as he
could from atop his great warhorse, “It
will always be my heart’s desire to serve
my Duchess with all of my being!”
Vlasmyir’s toes couldn’t quite reach the
ground, with his neck in the King
Slayer’s great mailed fist.
“Your insistence on failing is beginning
to grate on me, Necromancer.”

“Our…failing.” Vlasmyir gasped

“Why were you weaseling about behind

the lines? Where were your powerful
magics when the horsemen arrived?”
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 CHAPTER 3 - A TURN OF THE KNIFE
Misha chuckled to herself as Stevran
came crashing through the underbrush
atop his giant warhorse.
“Come lads, don’t let them get away!”
The feral boars that Stevran and his
knights were chasing gave defiant snorts
and plunged deep into the woods.
The men closest by in the marching
column looked on with a mixture of
disbelief and humour.
“Go, good Knight! Destroy the beasts
and feed us all!” Misha called after
Stevran with a laugh as he ducked a low
branch, following the boars into the
dense trees.
Even Ivranik, riding beside Misha and
cleaning his pistol for the hundredth
time, couldn’t hide a soft smile.
“He’s a good lad, Misha,” Ivranik said,
“I’m glad he came when he did.”
Putting away the pistol he watched the
scattered collection of knights whoop as
they charged through the trees, “You’ll
have to rely on good folk like him when
you’ve reclaimed your Duchy.”
“I never doubted him,” Misha still
smiled.
“Not for a second,” Ivranik smirked as
they both watched a boar circle around a
tree, causing Stevran to fly from his
saddle as his horse followed.
“Do you think Countess Shevya will be
as swift to help?” Misha couldn’t help
but think of what awaited them on the
old road.
“It’s hard to say. Her county is rich and
well defended, so she has the means.”
“But she and mother were never too
close.” Misha added.
“I suppose we shall have to see what
happens. For now, our priority is to
actually make it to her castle.”
“Do you think the Undead will try to
stop us? With Stevran’s reinforcements
and those we’ve gathered along the way,
we have quite the force with us,”
“I’ve never known the Undead to sit idly
by. We need to be careful,” Ivranik
thought for a moment, “there’s really
nothing between here and the castle that
could hinder us.”
“I hope you’re right, Ivranik.”
Misha couldn’t shake the feeling of
tension at the back of her mind. But
there was nothing for it. The sun was
bright and the air clean. Perhaps things
would work out after all.
They rode on in silence, save for the
sound of the hunt and the marching of
thousands of boots along the highway.
“Do you feel it, Necromancer?” The
King Slayer stood tall beside the way
marker at the center of the crossroads.
“Here even you can stand the sun.”
It was true. As Vlasmyir emerged from
the shadow of the house, stepping over
its recently silenced occupants, he felt no
pain from the sun’s light.
“This is a powerful place indeed,
Slayer.” He said, feeling the vile magic
coursing through his veins, invigorating
him and strengthening his resolve.
“We shall stop them here then?” He
asked, looking at the wide fields to his
left and right.
“Yes. They must take this path through
the mountains to their distant allies in
the Empire. To avoid this spot is to add
days to their travel.” He dug a finger of
his gauntlet down the post. “Besides, I
doubt the foolish child even knows this
place exists.”
Vlasmyir suggested, “Its power is truly
something. I may reach deep into the
depths when I raise my host.”
“Indeed,” The King Slayer strode away
from the protective pillar along the road.
“What of the sun, Slayer? Does it not
hurt?” Vlasmyir asked.
“Not enough for me, Necromancer.”
“Besides, I have no intention of letting
the brat and the Hunter slip by me this
time.”
He scanned the distant trees, “My host
should be joining us momentarily. The
strongest will endure the light with me,
the rest will stay near you.”
“Excellent.” Vlasmyir said “Leave the
highway to me.”
“I leave nothing to you alone,
Necromancer,” The King Slayer’s deep
rumble hiding a fierceness beyond the
usual contempt, “I will not be made a
fool by these humans again.”
Vlasmyir looked on, a frustrating respect
forming as he saw the King Slayer’s skin
steam from beneath his armour.
“King Slayer,” he called out, “What
makes this crossroad in particular so
powerful? Crossroads alone rarely offer
this much protection.”
The King Slayer’s host began to
materialize from the dark woods
marching towards them, a mist of
burning flesh rising from them as they
marched into the daylight.
“It was here that I fell, Necromancer.”
“Here, I made a pact with a Rift Daemon
with my dying breath. A Rift Daemon
more powerful than any Vampire that
has ever walked upon this plane.”

“I shall stay close to this pillar.”

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 Mission 5 - Great Crossroads
The Undead await the Humans, ready to
stop them once and for all whilst under
the protection of the great crossroads.
The Battlefield
For this mission you’ll need a 6’x4’ table
with at least 10-15 pieces of terrain on it.
To represent the battlefield we suggest
placing a large crossroads that intersects
at the center of the table, with a few
houses and fields around them, as well
as some scatter terrain like rocks, bushes
or small patches of forest.
The Armies
For this mission you’ll need two armies
of equal cost (we recommend 750pts).
Below are some recommended units you
can use for this mission. Note that when
using custom armies they must contain
the underlined units.
Human Empire:
• Captain - Misha
• Bounty Hunter - Ivranik
• Infantrymen
• Marksmen
• Knights
Objectives
Before the game begins, count the total
number of units in the Empire army list
(combined units and heroes joining units
counts as one).
The mission ends after 4 rounds, and if
at least half of the Empire (as counted
before the game) are within 24” of the
table edge opposite to their deployment
zone, then the Empire wins.
Deployment
The Vampiric Undead player must first
select half of his units (rounding down),
and place them within 9” of the center of
the table in zone A.
Starting with the Empire, players then
alternate in placing one unit each, with
the Empire placing units in zone B,
whilst the remaining Undead units may
be placed anywhere else on the table.
If the Empire lost Mission 4, then
Ivranik and Misha start the game with 1
wound.
First Turn
The players must roll-off to see who gets
the first turn.
Special Rules
Brightest Day: All of the Undead units
get -1 to hit in melee and shooting.
Dark Power: Undead units within 9” of
the center of the table get +1 to hit in
melee and shooting.
Endless Horde: Whenever a unit of
Zombies is fully destroyed, you may put
it in reserves at the end of the round.
Whenever Vasmyir is activated, he may
remain idle and roll one die. On a 4+ he
may place one unit of Zombies from
reserves anywhere within 6”, and at
least 6” away from enemy units.
Special Equipment
The Purifiers: Whenever Ivranik rolls a
6 to hit when firing Pistols, the hit can’t
be blocked and deals +D3 wounds.
Ravager Sword: Whenever Slayer
attacks an enemy unit with 10+ models,
he may double his attacks.

Vampiric Undead:

• Night Bringer - Slayer

• Necromancer - Vlasmyir
• Zombie Wolves
• Skeleton Guard
• Vampire Knights

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 Misha’s battered column marched
wearily towards the high walls of
Vyadraz. The battle at the crossroads
had been fierce and costly, but they had
managed to prevail.
The Undead had retreated after several
painful hours of battle, but Misha didn’t
quite understand why.
Ivranik had been quite insistent that
they move on quickly, only able to give
their fallen the most rudimentary of
burials.
“Here it is, at last.” Ivranik said. “The
gateway to the East.”
It had been a long time since Misha had
travelled along this old battered road to
see the Capital in the East. She
remembered the boredom she had felt
during the long carriage ride.
“I haven’t seen the Countess in years”
she said, “I hope I can convince her of
what is coming.”
“Don’t worry, Painted Duchess,” Ivranik
said with a grim smile, “I gathered
some… trophies… of our last victory to
present to her. If she doesn’t believe that
the Undead have made their move, she
will by the end of our visit.”
“Why did you sound the retreat,
Slayer?” Vlasmyir asked from the
shadows. “We had the advantage.”
“The plan has changed.”
The King Slayer strode back and forth, a
circle of elite skeletal knights standing in
silent vigil between them.
“I received word from one of my
wraiths, after the second clash, of an
important development.”
“Important development?” Vlasmyir
was intrigued, “What do you mean?”
“I mean that the brat now walks into a
trap, and by letting her pass, we now
control her only route to Svalidraz.”
“What? A trap? That was why you
called off the fight? We had them in a
good spot at the crossroads, you fool!”
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“Do not dare to presume, Necromancer,
lest I come over there and remind you of
the lesson you should have learned over
a hundred years ago!” The King Slayer’s
rebuke stifled Vlasmyir’s vigour.
“There are certain elements within the
Countess’s court that who would
welcome the arrival of the Undead and
their… efficiency.”
“Elements?” Vlasmyir asked.
“Yes. Powerful elements, indeed.”
“Welcome, Lady Misha!”
Shevya, Countess of the Vyadraz
opened her arms wide in greeting. The
salutation diminished only slightly as
she lounged on a grand throne, one leg
cast comfortably over an arm rest.
“What brings you and this… er… escort,
to my humble realm?”
“Thank you, dear Countess Shevya,”
Misha began, “but I’m afraid I bring
grave news.”
“Is that so?” Misha thought she saw a
hint of a smile curling at the corner of
Shevya’s mouth.
“Indeed, I regret to be the one to inform
you of my mother’s death. I come to you
as Duchess, now.”
“My condolences,” Shevya’s dry tone
belied any hint of sincerity, “And this
tragic turn of events required marching
an army to my front door?”
“No, dear Shevya, you mistake me.”
Misha had not been prepared for this.
“The truth of the matter is of gravest
concern to the entire Empire.”
She tried to stand tall and speak with
power, “The Undead have risen and
taken control of Svalidraz.”
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She paused, giving a second for the rest
of the court to digest her words.
“They ransacked the castle in the middle
of the night and murdered your liege,
my mother. It was all I could do to
escape. They pursue me even now.”
“The Undead, you say?” Shevya’s drone
began to grate on Misha. “Do you have
proof of this?”
Misha nodded towards Ivranik, who
unceremoniously dumped a heavy sack
on the floor.
“Here, your ladyship,” He said briskly.
From the sack tumbled the ghoulish
head of a dire wolf.
“I see,” Shevya said from atop her
throne, “I suppose you want help in
ousting these invaders? And you come
to me for it. I am touched, Misha.”
“Sir Stevran of the Western Gate has
already joined us with a considerable
force.” Misha continued, undeterred.
“You are our most powerful and loyal
vassal. I beseech you to fulfil your oath
to your Duchess.”
“I wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise,
dear Misha,” Shevya’s grin was plain for
all to see now, “You will have my finest
soldiers accompany you.”
She clapped her hands together, “For
now, rest and eat. You and your… men,
must be tired.”
Misha looked over her soldiers arrayed
in formation, a mix of Shevya’s well
rested soldiers and the determined
survivors of her army.
“I’ve decided,” Misha spoke up, “We’re
turning back to march on Svalidraz.”
“Should we not carry on?” Stevran
replied, “Our allies in the Empire could
send a far greater force.”
“But how long would it take to gather?”
Misha shook her head, “Every day we
delay our return, Svalidraz suffers. We
have an army now. Let’s use it.”
“The sooner, the better,“ Ivranik nodded
at Misha’s assessment, “Just so long as
we can trust them to fight for us.”
 Mission 6 - Open Combat
With her ranks bolstered with fresh
soldiers, Misha is ready to take on the
Undead in a straight fight again.
The Battlefield
For this mission you’ll need a 6’x4’ table
with at least 10-15 pieces of terrain on it.
To represent the battlefield we suggest
using a few large pieces of terrain like
forests, hills and lakes with some pieces
of smaller scatter terrain like rocks and
bushes spread around the table.
The Armies
For this mission you’ll need two armies
of equal cost (we recommend 750pts).
Below are some recommended units you
can use for this mission. Note that when
using custom armies they must contain
the underlined units.
Human Empire:
• Captain - Misha
• Bounty Hunter - Ivranik
• Infantrymen
• Weapon Masters
• Marksmen
• Knights
Vampiric Undead:
• Night Bringer - Hunter
• Necromancer - Vlasmyir
• Zombie Wolves
• Skeleton Guard
• Vampire Knights
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Objectives
Before the game begins, the players
must place D6+1 objective markers on
the table. The players roll-off to see who
goes first, and then alternate in placing
one marker each outside of deployment
zones and over 9” away from each other.
At the end of each round, if a unit is
within 3” of a marker while enemies
aren’t, then the objective is seized and
remains seized even after leaving.
Wavering units can’t seize markers, and
if units from both sides are contesting a
marker then it becomes neutral again.
The game ends after 4 rounds, and if the
Empire have seized most markers, then
they win the mission.
Deployment
Players roll-off, and then alternate in
placing one unit each within their
deployment zones, starting wit the
player that won the roll-off.
The Undead place units in zone A,
whilst the Empire place units in zone B.
First Turn
If the Empire won Mission 5 they get
the first turn, else the Undead get the
first turn instead.
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Special Rules
Gloomy Day: At the beginning of each
round roll one die. On a 4+ the sky is
clear, and all Undead units get -1 to hit
for that round, whilst on a 1-3 the clouds
cover the sun and there is no penalty.
Traitors!: Whenever an Empire unit is
destroyed, the nearest friendly unit with
line of sight to it must take a morale test.
If failed, the unit betrays Misha and may
be controlled by the Undead player until
the end of the game. Note that units
with heroes are not affected by this rule.
Endless Horde: Whenever a unit of
Zombies is fully destroyed, you may put
it in reserves at the end of the round.
Whenever Vasmyir is activated, he may
remain idle and roll one die. On a 4+ he
may place one unit of Zombies from
reserves anywhere within 6”, and at
least 6” away from enemy units.
Special Equipment
The Purifiers: Whenever Ivranik rolls a
6 to hit when firing Pistols, the hit can’t
be blocked and deals +D3 wounds.
Ravager Sword: Whenever Slayer
attacks an enemy unit with 10+ models,
he may double his attacks.
 Misha looked out over the makeshift
gallows. The line of surviving traitors
was long. Too long. It churned Misha’s
stomach to look at them.
The first five were led up the rickety
stairs, hands bound behind their backs.
Members of their own company, those
who had refused to join the Undead,
watched grimly from the crowd of
Misha’s soldiers.
“It’s time, Misha.” Ivranik whispered in
her ear. “Show them your resolve.”
Misha marched to stand before the
gallows. The light of the battlefield
bonfires behind her illuminating the
condemned in an eerie glow.
“For the crime of high treason against
your Duchess and the Empire. I sentence
you to death by hanging.” Misha hated
saying the words but knew there was no
alternative.
Morale hung by a thread. Seeing so
many of Shevya’s men turn on her own
when the battle began to shift towards
the Undead’s favour terrified her like
nothing else. That such actions could be
taken by her own people…
The loud clunk of the executioner
dropping the floor from beneath the
traitors shook Misha out of her thoughts.
One struggled for a bit, but the other
four were taken by the short fall itself.
When it was finished some of her men
took the bodies down and goaded the
next batch up the short walk to the
waiting nooses.
Seeing men kill men on the field was a
different kind of horror, Misha realized.
This was something that betrayed the
true nature of what awaited her once she
reclaimed the Duchy.
If I reclaim the Duchy, She thought.
“For the crime of high treason against
your Duchess and the Empire,” Misha
began again, casting a quick glance at
the huddled mass of traitors morosely
waiting for their time to come. It would
be a long night.
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“The living are weak,” The King Slayer
spoke to no one in particular as he
surveyed the ongoing executions from
the cover of the nearby forest.
“We shall have to personally remind
that backwater Countess what she was
meant to do.” Vlasmyir appeared beside
the King Slayer.
He looked towards the regiments that
had refused to swap sides. “They failed
to understand what power awaited
them in the court’s embrace. But no
matter. They will all soon learn the folly
of standing by their distant Empire.”
“So, what now?” Vlasmyir asked
impatiently, “We’ve clashed so many
times, and yet we’ve never been able to
properly destroy this foolish brat.”
“Tomorrow evening will be the end of
it,” The King Slayer pounded his fist in
anger, “The army doesn’t matter. None
of it matters. They will fall when she
does. I will seek her out and take her. If
that Hunter of hers wants to involve
himself, I’ll end him.”
Vlasmyir cackled, “If you can, you
mean! I saw what he can do on the
battlefield in Svalidraz. You saw it
yourself in the valley and at the
crossroads. He is no amateur hunter.”
“Nor am I mere a corpse risen through
your mortal magic,” The King Slayer
replied with a scowl, “I will rend his
head from his shoulders and toss it to
the brat myself. It will be the last thing
she sees before I drag her to the meet
our lords myself.”
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“Here they come!” The scouts came
pounding back towards Misha and her
hastily forming army. Hot on their heels
were outriders of Undead cavalry and
slavering dire wolves.
Some marksmen arrayed in a skirmish
screen before the main force fired off a
few shots, knocking the odd horsemen
off of their steed to crumble in a pile of
bone and armour.
Stevran rode up to Misha with a grim
look on his face. “Milady, it is time.”
The vast horde of the Undead stretched
to fill the field in the twilight as they
steadily marched to meet them.
Misha, her face a terrifying mask of
black and white paint, rose.
“I know. Thank you again Stevran. Now
get Ivranik and send him left. Take the
right flank yourself. I will lead from the
front. It’s time everyone knew that I was
able to lead them myself.”
“But, Misha,” Stevran began to speak,
but looking at the Painted Duchess
arrayed for war, he stopped himself.
“I understand, my Duchess,” He saluted
her with his sword, “Keep safe, and rest
assured that I will not give up the left
flank. They shall have to ride over the
bodies of each of my men, and my own,
to do it!”
Misha smiled, “Oh and, Stevran, I
believe you. But it will not come to that.”
It can’t.
 CHAPTER 4 - A HUNTER OF THE GUILD
Misha held her sword out before her,
point aimed squarely at the hulking
form of the King Slayer in the distance.
“Begone from my lands, Monster.”
She tried to sound as powerful as she
could, but something about the soulless
eyes of the King Slayer brought back all
the terror she had ever felt in the
presence of the Undead.
“These lands belong to the Undead now,
girl,” The King Slayer lowered his great
weapon and extended a hand towards
Misha, “If you knew what was good for
you and all your people, you would end
this now and come with me.”
“I will end this now!” Misha said
through clenched teeth.
The two armies stood behind their
leaders; the host of the Painted Duchess
restless as they watched their hope stand
alone before the great armoured beast.
The skeletal hordes motionless behind
the King Slayer.
“No!” Pushing aside a guard, Ivranik
walked forward drawing his sword.
“I am a Master Hunter, recognized by
the Guild,” He declared as he went. “As
you all are my witnesses, I challenge this
beast of the underworld. It is my right.”
“Ivranik!” Misha was furious, fighting
back embarrassment at this intrusion.
“Return to the line!”
“I will not do that,” He stopped between
the two, “The Hunter’s Guild has the
right to claim their bounty. My duty
here is only to the Guild and the Empire,
I’m afraid.”
Ivranik looked back at Misha, “It’s not
your time, Misha. It’s mine.”
“As a member of the Hunters’ Guild, I
challenge you to single combat, beast.
Do you accept?”
A cheer rose from the ranks of Misha’s
army, their excitement tingling the air.
“I have been waiting for an opportunity
to end you, Hunter,” The King Slayer
seemed to laugh.
“I accept.”
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Knowing Ivranik had trapped her,
Misha reluctantly fell back several paces.
“I must accept the right of the Hunter’s
Guild over their quarry!” She shouted
for her soldiers to hear, “May your blade
strike true, Ivranik!”
Misha returned to the line, hoping that
her painted visage would hide her anger
and worry.
Destroy him, Ivranik!
The two warriors began to pace, sizing
each other up properly for the first time.
Ivranik stepped lightly, balancing his
sword in one hand while resting his
other on his pistol.
“You’ve caused more than enough
trouble, Hunter,” The King Slayer said,
“My masters want your head almost as
much as they want the brat.”
“You will have neither, beast.”
Ivranik lunged forward, his thrust
turned aside with a grace that belied the
size of the monster before him.
The King Slayer’s quick riposte almost
took Ivranik’s head, but a quick dodge
brought him safely out of range.
They continued to pace, the ferocity of
their exchange bringing a hush over the
living spectators.
The King Slayer charged, a wild swing
meeting air as Ivranik stepped quickly
aside. In a single motion, Ivranik drew
his pistol and fired it into the King
Slayer’s gargantuan frame. Skeletal
creature stumbled, but a vicious
backswing dug into Ivranik’s cloak as he
tried to make room between them.
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The two were close now, and soon their
dance became a whirl of blades, flowing
cloaks, and glinting armour.
Misha couldn’t stand waiting there for it
to finish. She knew Ivranik had saved
her, but she was tired of being saved.
It was her Duchy to save. Her people to
protect. Her blood to give for them.
But now…
The battle was starting to take its toll.
The King Slayer’s armour was rent in
multiple places, the magic of Ivranik’s
blade finding crevices and burning
Undead flesh. Ivranik himself was
bleeding from a dozen small cuts.
Misha could see he was tiring as he
quickly wiped blood from his eyes in
between swings.
Suddenly Ivranik’s persistent attack
broke through, and the King Slayer
collapsed to one knee as Ivranik’s blade
tore through a shin guard.
The King Slayer snarled and swung
wildly pushing Ivranik back a few paces
but, sensing triumph, the Hunter
launched forwards again.
Then Ivranik stumbled.
His foot wrenched back causing him to
twist and fall forwards, his sword too
low to counter the King Slayer’s
incoming swing.
It was the longest moment of Misha’s
life. Ivranik fell to his knees, sword
dropping from his hand. Even the King
Slayer looked surprised he had
succeeded. Ivranik collapsed.
But there, plainly visible in the grey
earth behind Ivranik, a fleshy skeletal
hand stuck out of the soil, still clutching
Ivranik’s torn bootstraps.
“Coward! Destroy them all!” Misha’s
rage had blinded her. All she could see
was the King Slayer, and all she could
hear was the roar of fury from her
soldiers behind her.
 Mission 7 - The Revenge
Ivranik has fallen, and Misha’s forces are
eager to smash down the Undead in
order to avenge their friend.
The Battlefield
For this mission you’ll need a 6’x4’ table
with at least 10-15 pieces of terrain on it.
To represent the battlefield we suggest
leaving the center of the table empty,
and placing forests and hills around the
edges of the table, with some scatter
terrain like rocks and bushes spread
around the table.
The Armies
For this mission you’ll need two armies
of equal cost (we recommend 750pts).
Below are some recommended units you
can use for this mission. Note that when
using custom armies they must contain
the underlined units.
Human Empire:
• Captain - Misha
• Infantrymen
• Weapon Masters
• Marksmen
• Knights
Objectives
Before the game begins, the players
must place D3+2 objective markers on
the table. The players roll-off to see who
goes first, and then alternate in placing
one marker each outside of deployment
zones and over 9” away from each other.
At the end of each round, if a unit is
within 3” of a marker while enemies
aren’t, then the objective is seized and
remains seized even after leaving.
Wavering units can’t seize markers, and
if units from both sides are contesting a
marker then it becomes neutral again.
The game ends after 4 rounds, and if the
Empire have seized most markers, then
they win the mission.
Deployment
Players roll-off, and then alternate in
placing one unit each within their
deployment zones, starting wit the
player that won the roll-off.
The Undead place units in zone A,
whilst the Empire place units in zone B.
First Turn
The Empire get the first turn.
Special Rules
Fueled by Rage: During the first D3
rounds all Empire units get +1 to hit in
melee, but also -1 defense in melee.
Cloudy Moon: At the beginning of each
round roll one die. On a 1-3 the clouds
cover the moon, and all units get -1 to
hit when shooting for that round, whilst
on a 4+ the moon is clear and there is no
penalty for shooting.
Endless Horde: Whenever a unit of
Zombies is fully destroyed, you may put
it in reserves at the end of the round.
Whenever Vasmyir is activated, he may
remain idle and roll one die. On a 4+ he
may place one unit of Zombies from
reserves anywhere within 6”, and at
least 6” away from enemy units.
Special Equipment
Painted Duchess: Misha gets Fear(3)
and units within 6” of her take wounds
from the Undead rule on rolls of 1-4.
Ravager Sword: Whenever Slayer
attacks an enemy unit with 10+ models,
he may double his attacks.

Vampiric Undead:

• Night Bringer - Slayer

• Necromancer - Vlasmyir
• Zombie Wolves
• Skeleton Guard
• Vampire Knights

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 The King Slayer smashed skeletons and
zombies out of his way, sending bones
and limbs flying in all directions. He
knew the cowardly necromancer had
fled into the Underway after the battle
turned against them.
He hadn't noticed the simple entrance,
once a grand gateway into the earth, but
clearly Vlasmyir had.
“Where are you, you honourless
cretin!?” He didn’t even notice that some
of the Undead were attempting to fight
back. Their pinpricks and slaps doing
nothing to his ancient armour.
“Show yourself before I tear down every
last wall in this accursed maze!”
The King Slayer focused on the bond he
and the Necromancer shared, but to no
avail. The Undead energies were mixed
in the underground highway.
“Why? Want to thank me?” Vlasmyir’s
cackle seemed to be coming from
everywhere. The King Slayer’s sense of
direction was scrambled in these dank
and twisted underways.
“I will pulverize every bone in your
wretched body!” The King Slayer
roared. “Then I will string you up and
leave your broken husk for the painted
girl to find.”
“I don’t think she’ll be finding me, oh
great King Slayer,” He laughed, “But
what’s so great about you? Almost killed
by a mere mortal. I should have left you
in the dirt.”
“An honourable defeat is far better than
the travesty you brought upon me,
Necromancer. Show yourself, and I will
explain my actions to our lords myself
after I’ve finished with you. Vampires
have honour, after all.”
“No! You will not!” Vlasmyir seemed
almost manic, “I will return to them, tell
them of your betrayal, my execution of
the fool Hunter, and my clever trap.
You were convenient to get the court off
my back for a moment, but I believe
you’ve outlived your usefulness, my
dear Slayer.”
The King Slayer continued to smash the
Undead around him, growing thankful
that their numbers appeared to be
thinning. More and more of his own
loyal Undead, the same souls that had
served him long ago, when his heart still
beat, were entering the large
underground chamber where he
continued to hunt for Vlasmyir.
Their defeat at the hands of the humans
had unnerved him. Not in many years
had the King Slayer seen such ferocity in
humans. They had cleaved through his
and Vlasmyir’s minions, and pushed
them deeper into the moorlands.
Only the appearance of the gate to the
Underway had allowed for their retreat.
Even the King Slayer had no knowledge
of this place, or where any other exits
might lead. But there was no point in
staying on the surface, especially since
Vlasmyir had already disappeared as
soon as the battle swiftly turned against
them.
Suddenly the King Slayer was aware
that a wall was shifting. One of the
tunnels out of this grand chamber was
slowly disappearing into the wall itself,
stones sliding with ease.
Another followed, and then another,
and before the King Slayer knew it, he
was trapped in the cavern, with only one
entrance remaining.
“Find peace again, dear Slayer!”
Vlasmyir’s cruel cackle penetrated stone
and armour to strike at the King Slayer’s
core, “Or don’t!”
Light drifted in from the only remaining
doorway, along with the sound of heavy
boots on cobblestone.
“Curse you, Vlasmyir, you vile traitor.”
The King Slayer turned to face the
oncoming host, his loyal servants
forming ranks before him.
“I will find peace, in victory or death.”
“Go! We cannot let them escape!”
Misha’s voice was hanging on by a
thread. She had been shouting nonstop,
egging her soldiers forward, crushing
the Undead beneath blades and boots as
they pursued their fleeing enemy
through the tunnels of the Underway.
Her own sword arm was covered in the
viscera of combat, most of which she no
longer remembered. After seeing Ivranik
fall, it was all she could do to keep her
rage directed at the monsters that
continued to take everything from her.
Suddenly she found herself in an open
chamber. There, standing amidst the
ruins, was the King Slayer.
He was still, proudly standing tall
among the flickering of endless torches.
His remaining forces had rallied around
him and were organizing into ranks.
“There!” Stevran shouted, “There’s the
coward!” He and his chosen knights
strode boldly into the chamber to stand
by their Duchess.
“For the Painted Duchess and her
traitorously murdered friend, Ivranik,”
He began, “I will see to it that you do
not escape this grave, monster!”
“Come then.” Was all the King Slayer
gave in response.
“Stevran,” Misha clenched his
shoulder,“We do this together. All of
us… No more heroics, no more death.”
Stevran balked at the hardness in
Misha’s eyes.
“Yes, your Majesty.” He swallowed.
Misha’s own men were trickling into the
chamber, ready for the final
confrontation with the monster that had
done so much harm.
“This ends here,” Misha called out. “For
the Empire, and a bright sunrise!”
The King Slayer nodded from across the
hall and hefted his ancient blade.
“To an honourable death for all!”

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 Mission 8 - Confrontation
Vlasmyir has left Slayer stranded in the
caverns, giving Misha the perfect chance
to corner him and defeat him in a duel.
The Battlefield
For this mission you’ll need a 6’x4’ table
with at least 10-15 pieces of terrain on it.
To represent the battlefield we suggest
leaving the center of the table empty,
and placing forests and hills around the
edges of the table, with some scatter
terrain like rocks and bushes spread
around the table.
The Armies
For this mission you’ll need two armies
of equal cost (we recommend 750pts).
Below are some recommended units you
can use for this mission. Note that when
using custom armies they must contain
the underlined units.
Human Empire:
• Captain - Misha
• Infantrymen
• Weapon Masters
• Marksmen
• Knights
Vampiric Undead:
• Night Bringer - Slayer
• Zombie Wolves
• Skeleton Guard
• Vampire Knights
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Set-Up
Before the game begins, the Empire
player may place D3+2 torch markers
anywhere on the table.
Objectives
Place 4 objective markers as shown in
the mission diagram below.
At the end of each round, if a unit is
within 3” of a marker while enemies
aren’t, then the objective is seized and
remains seized even after leaving.
Wavering units can’t seize markers, and
if units from both sides are contesting a
marker then it becomes neutral again.
The game ends after 4 rounds, and if the
Empire have seized most markers, then
they win the mission.
Deployment
Players roll-off, and then alternate in
placing one unit each within their
deployment zones, starting wit the
player that won the roll-off.
The Undead place units in zone A,
whilst the Empire place units in zone B.
If the Empire lost Mission 7, then
Misha starts the game with 1 wound.
If the Undead lost Mission 7, then
Slayer starts the game with 1 wound.
First Turn
The Empire gets the first turn.
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Special Rules
Unstable Caverns: At the beginning of
each round, the players must roll one die
for each of their units. On a 1, the unit is
hit by falling debris and takes D6 hits.
Darkest Dungeon: All of the Empire
units get -1 to hit when shooting.
Torchlight: Undead units within 3” of a
torch marker are lit up, and Empire get
+1 to hit when shooting at them.
Duel: If at any point Misha and Slayer
move within 6” of each other, then they
must detach from their units and engage
in a duel. They may not attack or be
attacked by other units, and they may
ignore all units when moving. Whenever
Misha and Slayer attack each other, the
players must first see if the attacker
flinches. Both players start the duel with
4 tokens, and when attacking they must
each secretly pick any number of
remaining tokens, and then reveal them
to each other at the same time. If the
attacker bid an equal or lower number of
tokens, then they flinch and gets -1 to
hit, and all of the selected tokens are
discarded. At the start of each round the
players get 1 new token each.
Special Equipment
Painted Duchess: Misha gets Fear(3)
and units within 6” of her take wounds
from the Undead rule on rolls of 1-4.
Ravager Sword: Whenever Slayer
attacks an enemy unit with 10+ models,
he may double his attacks.
 Misha stood over the vanquished ashes
of the King Slayer. His hulking form
disintegrating upon the dark stone. All
that remained was armour rent by a
dozen deep gashes.
“My Duchess,” it was Stevran, “It is
done. You have avenged Ivranik.”
“No,” Misha felt no solace looking at the
debris before her, “It will not be done
until the Necromancer is brought to
justice and the taint of undeath driven
from our lands.
“I agree, your Majesty, but should we
not celebrate? Just a moment to reflect,”
Stevran’s worried gaze caught Misha off
guard. His usual jovial attitude had
disappeared, replaced in the dim flicker
of the underway with that of a man who
has aged greatly in a short period.
“Fine,” Misha said, “Get everyone out of
this forsaken dungeon and back to the
surface. Who knows what else lurks in
the shadows.”
“Aye, your Majesty.” Stevran turned
and walked to his diminished house
knights.
Misha noticed even they seemed more
reserved than usual.
I suppose everyone has their limits. She
thought. I’ll give them rest, give Ivranik a
hero’s burial, and then tomorrow we march.
The victorious army moved slowly.
Misha saw friends supporting the
wounded between them, sergeants
collecting weapons, and horsemen
wrangling scared steeds.
What has my drive gotten me? She mused,
more exhausted than the had felt since
the valley. Would it not be better to leave
this place to the Undead? Can it all be worth
the suffering?
A pair of young spearmen, one arm
around the shoulder of the other who
hobbled on a gashed leg, passed Misha.
They stopped, turned, and both gave a
deep bow.
“We’re sorry, your grace, for the loss of
our good knight Ivranik.” The wounded
one said through clenched teeth.
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“Would that any of us could have taken
his place.”
The other spoke up, “As he gave
everything, so do we all swear to do so,
here, at Svalidraz, or at the very edge of
the Great Rift.”
Misha could see their defiant smiles,
hunting for encouragement.
This is why. She thought, this is why I
must be strong. They are all so much greater
than I.
“I thank you, men. Rest assured, tonight
we will send off Ivranik with all the
grandeur his sacrifice commands.
Tomorrow, we march.”
“Aye, your Majesty!” With another bow
they were on their way.
With a final look at the defeated King
Slayer, Misha began the long walk back
down the tunnel.
“Yes, my liege, it is precisely as I
describe it.”
Vlasmyir, the victorious Necromancer,
chanced a quick glance upwards from
his deep bow. The Vampiric court were
seated in opulent thrones around the
castle’s courtroom.
From his position, nose scraping the still
bloodstained carpet, Vlasmyir could
hardly tell if they had accepted his story.
It’s not like anyone’s around to refute it!
“Vlasmyir, rise.”
The woman’s voice was level, betraying
no hint of her true feelings.
Vlasmyir scrabbled quickly to his feet
and brushed himself off. Two of the
three skeletons he had brought along as
entourage slowly joined him. A swift
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kick to the third brought it up too.
“I believe the brat…” He caught himself,
but not in time. He coughed, “Misha.
Misha will march on Svalidraz itself.”
The bright grey eyes of the Red Duchess
burned into Vlasmyir’s soul. The snarl
creeping upon her face was enough to
cow even the mightiest Rift Daemon.
“Why would she do that?”
The barely human snarl of one of the
Duchess’s court members drew
Vlasmyir’s gaze.
“Why come here? Surely after these
battles you speak of, the treachery of the
Countess, she cannot come here in any
strength.”
“The treachery of the King Slayer cost us
much of our standing army.” Vlasmyir
was ready, “and she appears to be
drawing quite the collection of misfits
and townsfolk to her banner. She now
goes by the moniker, ‘Painted Duchess’.
Vlasmyir shot a quick glance back at the
head of the room, “An obviously
ludicrous and illegitimate appeal to the
idiot masses, my Liege.”
“Misha, Misha,” The Red Duchess stood
up and walked towards Vlasmyir in the
center of the grand chamber.
“Always with the painting.”
The opulent form of Duchess Grelanya
came into magnificent focus in the light
of the chamber. The vampiric curse had
twisted her face into something
beautiful and unearthly, the hard focus
of her grey eyes hiding traces of a deep
and deadly mania.
“Let her come,” She came within an inch
of Vlasmyir, who could not help but
cower.
“I will see to her myself.”
 CHAPTER 5 - THE DARKNESS WITHIN
Misha and Stevran stood at the head of
their grand host. It had taken several
days of marching to reach Svalidraz and
they had taken many small detours to
gather the rest of her living vassals to
their army’s banners.
The land around her home had changed
dramatically.
Once verdant fields were now a sickly
grey. The ducal forests had wilted at the
touch of the Undead’s curse. What had
once been the vibrant heart of her home
was now an open sore.
“Here they come.” Stevran said,
tightening his grip on his horse’s reins.
The great gate of Svalidraz had opened,
and an endless procession of Undead
were marching out to stand before the
dark walls.
“They don’t fear the sun here,” Stevran
continued, “The Undead’s curse must be
too strong.”
“Indeed. This is what awaits the realm
should we fail today.”
Misha was determined. Any feelings of
fear she had might have felt had long
since been ripped from her.
“We end it today.”
A trumpeter blew the order and the
grand host of the Painted Duchess
descended slowly to take up positions
opposite their foes.
When everyone had reached their
assigned position, a heavy silence fell
upon both armies, broken only by the
low howl of the wind, blowing dark
clouds to cover the battlefield.
Vlasmyir pushed himself towards the
front of the Undead host.
“False Duchess!” He shouted, “Tell your
men to lay down their arms and cease
this pointless rebellion.”
“Rebellion!?” Misha roared, “You shall
pay for that remark Necromancer, as
you will pay one hundred times over for
your cowardly interference in an
honourable duel!”
Her soldiers roared in agreement.
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“Make no mistake, Necromancer, before
this day is finished, I will be mounting
your head from the walls of my castle!”
“Now, now Misha.” A familiar voice,
calm but with an unnatural power
reverberating it around the battlefield,
silenced both of them.
“That kind of barbaric talk will never be
fit for a duchess.”
The ranks of skeletons parted to give
way to the elegant form of Duchess
Grelanya. She strode purposefully
forward to stand beside Vlasmyir.
“Your place was always by my side,
dear. I had thought for sure that my
maid would have given you the kiss
without issue,” She tutted, “It seems I
had underestimated your foolish
prancing about with the guards.”
“M… Mother?” Misha’s head felt like it
was about to explode, “Is that you?”
“Of course, Misha. Who else?”
“But… I saw you die!”
“No, you saw my rebirth,” She smiled
hungrily, “Though I admit you startled
me, bursting in right as the ritual was
coming to its end.”
“No!” Misha felt weak. “You cannot
truly be her. You are one of them, a
monster turned to their will!”
“You were never the smartest, dear
Misha,” Duchess Grelanya laughed.
“Did I not tell you we were surrounded
by threats? How remote we are from the
core of the Empire? How little we could
count upon their aid? Did I not insist
you learn the world of diplomacy? Did I
not get it through to you how weak we
were? How close to total subjugation by
our neighbours!?”
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She was maniacal now, her tirade
drumming into the ears of every soldier.
“Did you not see it yourself!? How long
do you think it would have taken before
that bandit Shevya betrayed us? Or until
we were overrun by Orcs? Or Rift
Daemons? Even Beastmen have begun
marauding into our lands! How Long!?”
“Enough!” Misha screamed, “You
betrayed not only me, but our people!
The entire Empire! They relied on you,
and now you bring them war, suffering
and death!”
“No, foolish child. I bring them peace
and security. You bring them war. You
bring them violence. End this now.
Submit to me as you should have from
the day you were born!”
“I…” Misha could feel it all coming
undone. Everything she had sacrificed,
all the vile things she had done, all the
pain and suffering of the last few weeks
came rising up to swallow her whole.
“I stand with the Painted Duchess! I
stand with the Empire! A realm of light
and life, free of this curse!” Stevran had
ridden out to interpose himself between
the Vampiric Duchess and his own.
“I stand with the Painted Duchess!”
Pezhnik shouted from within her ranks.
Then Stevran’s men cheered out Misha’s
title in chorus. They were soon joined by
the ranks of soldiers from Vyadraz.
Soon Misha’s entire army was shouting
their support for her.
“Begone, foul creature!” Stevran roared,
“Lest we strike you down where you
now stand.”
With a cackle, Duchess Grelanya
disappeared back into the ranks of the
Undead. “Come then, daughter. End
this war for good.”
Mother. I am sorry. Misha drew her
sword and ordered the advance, her
painted face hiding slowly falling tears.
 Mission 9 - Enemy at the Gate
Misha has finally made her way back
home, only to be confronted by her
mother’s army in a straight fight.
The Battlefield
For this mission you’ll need a 6’x4’ table
with at least 10-15 pieces of terrain on it.
To represent the city’s entrance we
suggest placing a few buildings within
the safe zone, whilst only placing small
scatter terrain like rocks and bushes on
the rest of the table.
The Armies
For this mission you’ll need two armies
of equal cost (we recommend 750pts).
Below are some recommended units you
can use for this mission. Note that when
using custom armies they must contain
the underlined units.
Human Empire:
• Captain - Misha
• Infantrymen
• Weapon Masters
• Marksmen
• Knights
Vampiric Undead:
• Necromancer - Vlasmyir
• Zombies
• Warriors
• Zombie Wolves
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Set-Up First Turn
Place a straight line of castle walls with a If the Empire won most matches in the
few gates 18” away from zone A’s table campaign they get the first turn, else the
edge, which serves as a safe zone. Undead get the first turn instead.
Objectives Special Rules
Before the game begins, the players Safe Zone: Empire units may never
must place D3+2 objective markers on move within 18” of zone A’s table edge,
the table. The players roll-off to see who and may only attack units on the castle
goes first, and then alternate in placing walls with ranged attacks.
one marker each outside of deployment
Endless Horde: Whenever a unit of
zone B and the safe zone, and over 9”
Zombies is fully destroyed, you may put
away from each other.
it in reserves at the end of the round.
At the end of each round, if a unit is Whenever Vasmyir is activated, he may
within 3” of a marker while enemies remain idle and roll one die. On a 4+ he
aren’t, then the objective is seized and may place one unit of Zombies from
remains seized even after leaving. reserves anywhere within 6”, and at
least 6” away from enemy units.
Wavering units can’t seize markers, and
if units from both sides are contesting a Special Equipment
marker then it becomes neutral again.
Painted Duchess: Misha gets Fear(3)
The game ends after 4 rounds, and if the and units within 6” of her take wounds
Empire have seized most markers, then from the Undead rule on rolls of 1-4.
they win the mission.
Deployment
Players roll-off, and then alternate in
placing one unit each within their
deployment zones, starting wit the
player that won the roll-off.
The Undead place units in zone A,
whilst the Empire place units in zone B.
If the Empire lost most matches in the
campaign, then Misha starts the game
with 1 wound.
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 The last of the Skeletal warriors were
being crushed against the stone walls of
Svalidraz. Some had managed to retreat
into the walls before the gates were
closed, but not many.
The battle had been swift and deadly,
neither side holding anything back as
they tore into each other. Blades cut
flesh and shattered bones. Cavalry both
living and dead, rode again and again
into the press.
The remnants of Misha’s black powder
weapons cast the battlefield in an acrid
mist.
Misha dispatched a charging dire wolf
with a wide swing, sending another
reeling when the corpse collided with it.
It was swiftly finished by Stevran, who
rode by and pinned it to the ground
with a long lance.
Then she saw him. Surrounded by
steadily crumbling skeletons stood
Vlasmyir, the one who had been
plaguing her since this nightmare began.
The one who had tripped Ivranik.
Misha was filled with a renewed vigor
born of vicious hatred. She charged
towards the recoiling figure as he tried
desperately to raise more defenders.
“You are finished, Necromancer!” Misha
shouted as she cleaved through two of
his flailing guards. She didn’t even
register when the point of a spear
scraped off of her breastplate and cut
into her arm.
“Wait!” Vlasmyir screamed, the fear
coating his face in sweat, “I can be of
service to you, O Painted Duchess!”
She looked at him for a moment. Then at
her sword. It was covered in a mixture
of Undead viscera and the bright blood
of the tainted human before her.
What… am I becoming? Misha asked
herself, turning to face the blasted
battlefield behind her.
Stevran was rallying the men and
bringing forth the siege engines to batter
down the walls. Pockets of risen Undead
were collapsing as the magic binding
them together began to falter.
They had won. There couldn’t be many
Undead left within Svalidraz. Yet Misha
knew they would have to fight for every
last inch of the city.
She picked up Vlasmyir’s head by the
hair and slowly walked back to where
Stevran was organizing the troops.
“Painted Duchess!” He was almost his
usual cheery self. “You have vanquished
the vile necromancer!”
“Indeed, Stevran.” She dropped the
gruesome trophy on the ground by his
feet. “Let us end this, once and for all.”
Just as the first cannon was readying to
fire at the gate, it began to creak open.
She was chanting something and raised
in her hands a still beating heart.
“Quickly!” Stevran called out to the
soldiers arrayed behind him, “into the
city!”
Misha and Stevran led the quick march
within. She knew this was some kind of
trap. But it didn’t matter any more.
Misha had no other choice but to push
onwards and end this nightmare.
A heavy raindrop thudded into
Stevran’s helmet, followed by another.
Rain began to fall all around the city. It
smelled sickly, and the deep colour of
the raindrops stained everything they
touched a rotten crimson.
The drizzle became a torrential shower,
covering Misha, Stevran, and their army
in a deluge of blood.
“What foulness!?” Stevran wiped at his
eyes.
“This is their final trick,” Misha said,
uncertain herself, “We must press on!”
Emerging from the ruins of Svalidraz
were the most foul monstrosities that
Misha had ever seen. Ancient Undead
wearing the blood soaked uniforms of
her own family, hideous beasts from the
depths of the crypts, and even the
vampires themselves marched forth,
revelling in the blood rain.
“My daughter!” Duchess Grelanya’s
voice penetrated the heavy rain with a
supernatural ease. “I gave you the
choice of joining me willingly! Now I’m
afraid I must insist. We will tear the
flesh from each one of your pathetic
soldiers until we find you!”

“Your demented scheming ends here!”
She said as she closed the distance
between them.
“Please! I cannot die!” He raised both
hands before her.
“We shall see.”
Misha swung, and the headless body of
Vlasmyir the Necromancer crumbled to
the ground against the wall of the castle.
The city within had been razed to the “No need Mother!” Misha retorted,
ground. Only a few buildings remained striding out to stand alone in the
in the shattered remnants of Misha’s crimson rain, “I’m right here.”
former home.
Across the way, in front of the gate to
Svalidraz Castle where it all began, a
monstrous idol had been erected.
A terrible twisted form, vaguely human
and clutching an ornate staff, the idol
hurt to look upon.

Standing before it was Duchess

Grelanya herself, flanked by the
vampiric members of her court.
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 Mission 10 - The Twisted Idol Set-Up First Turn
The end is near, and Misha must now When preparing the table, make sure If the Empire won most matches in the
keep her cannon safe as they load up to that there is a straight line of sight campaign they get the first turn, else the
shoot down the Twisted Idol. between the cannon and the idol. Undead get the first turn instead.

The Battlefield Objectives Special Rules

For this mission you’ll need a 6’x4’ table Place 2 objective markers as shown in Twisted Idol: All Undead units within
with at least 10-15 pieces of terrain on it. the mission diagram below, with the 6” of the idol get +1 to hit, +1 defense
cannon belonging to the Empire and the and move +2” when charging.
To represent the ruined city we suggest
idol belonging to the Undead.
using lots of ruined buildings and a few Blood Rain: All Empire units move -X”
intact ones, as well as lots of scatter At the end of each round, if a unit is as they get soaked with blood, where X
terrain like rubble, barricades and piles within 3” of the enemy marker while is the current round number.
of corpses. enemies aren’t, then the objective has
Special Equipment
been secured and its marker is removed
The Armies from the table. Painted Duchess: Misha gets Fear(3)
For this mission you’ll need two armies and units within 6” of her take wounds
The game ends after 4 rounds, and if the
of equal cost (we recommend 750pts). from the Undead rule on rolls of 1-4.
Empire have managed to seize the idol
Below are some recommended units you without the Undead seizing the cannon,
can use for this mission. Note that when then they win the mission.
using custom armies they must contain
Deployment
the underlined units.
Players roll-off, and then alternate in
Human Empire:
placing one unit each within their
• Captain - Misha deployment zones, starting wit the
• Infantrymen player that won the roll-off.
• Weapon Masters
The Undead place units in zone A,
• Marksmen
whilst the Empire place units in zone B.
• Knights
If the Empire lost most matches in the
Vampiric Undead:
campaign, then Misha starts the game
• Zombies with 1 wound.
• Skeleton Guard
• Vampire Knights
• Zombie Dragons

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 Misha charged towards the demonic “I will turn you myself, Misha. Then you Then a whisper, “Very good, child. The
idol. Whatever power it gave to the will see what it means to have the power court is impressed. We will speak to you
vampires had to be stopped. to protect what you love.” later, I think.”

The battle had swung back and forth as
the torrents of blood rain drove both
sides to a frenzy of violence.
It was clear to Misha that there would be
no victory until her mother had been
stopped and the idol she had used to
begin this terrible ritual destroyed.
Wiping blood from her eyes and mouth,
Misha pushed ever onwards, Stevran
and several of her best soldiers keeping
pace.
A horrific matted monster dove from
behind a ruined building, taking two of
her men down with its gigantic claws
before turning to snarl at the rest.
“Go Misha! We will hold the beasts
here!” Stevran shouted over his shoulder
as he turned to face the creature.
Misha knew better than to stop. She
rushed ahead, stopping briefly to
separate the head of a vampiric knight
from its body.
Then she was before her mother and the
idol. The rest of the vampiric court
melted away into the darkness of the
ruins around them, leaving Misha and
Grelanya alone.
“Mother. Stop this. Please.”
Now that she was here the sight of her
mother rent her heart, “Maybe there is a
cure for this? Maybe we can fix it?”
“Misha. You were always too soft.”
Grelanya spoke quietly now, her words
meant only for her daughter.
“There is nothing in this world but
horror and death. The sooner you accept
that the sooner we can secure ourselves
against whatever may come.”
“That isn’t true, Mother,” Misha said,
“I’ve been surrounded by good, honest,
honourable people this entire time.”
“I’m sorry, Mother.”
Duchess Grelanya moved with swiftness
born of her supernatural power.
It was all Misha could do to keep herself
alive, parrying and sidestepping barely
fast enough to dodge the deadly strikes.
Grelanya pushed her further and further
back, away from the idol and towards
the ruins of a building. Hungry eyes
looked out at Misha from within.
She was growing tired, each blocked
strike threatening to force her sword
from her hands.
“It’s over, Misha. Submit.”
“No!” Misha rushed forward and
tackled her mother to the ground. The
Vampire’s strength was almost too
much, but the blow had caught her off-
balance and sent her crashing down.
Misha poised to bring her blade down
into Grelanya’s chest, but hesitated as
she looked into her mother’s eyes.
A flicker of her past self crossed her
blood splattered face. A look of worry,
fear, and regret.
Then it was gone, and Misha cried out as
a searing pain burst in her side.
“Now submit!” Grelanya roared, her
voice losing any hint of humanity as she
wrenched the dagger from Misha’s
thigh.
With a roar of her own Misha forced her
blade down into her mother’s chest.
Grelanya seized as the metal bit deeply
into her heart, granting Misha a moment
to wrench it free and roll to the side.
“Sorry, Mother.”
Misha brought down the blade as hard
as she could on Grelanya’s neck,
shutting her eyes in pain and anguish.
Strong hands grasped her and shook
hard. Misha came rushing back to reality
and opened her eyes. Stevran, bloody
and worried, looked down at her.
“You’re alive!”
“I… I am, I suppose.” Was all Misha
could muster.
“Come now, Misha… It’s alright, you’ve
done it!”
He pulled her to her feet, the pain of her
wound throbbing and causing her to
stumble.
“Almost, Stevran.” Misha threw and
arm over his shoulder, “Take me to that
idol. We must destroy it.”
The two hobbled towards the horrific
creation. Cast in a black glass, the idol
seemed to repulse them with its mere
presence.
“It looks like… No, it cannot be.”
Stevran muttered. “It looks like the sigil
of the first Necromancer.”
“May the Rift swallow him, and all of
his foul creations.”
Misha pushed away from Stevran and
hefted her sword.
She hesitated only a moment before she
brought the sword down with a cry, the
idol burst into a thousand pieces as her
blade cleaved through it.

“They’re honourable now. But it
changes. It always changes.” She drew a
sword from her hip. The blood rain
quickly turning the blade red.
A strangled cry signaled the end of it all.
Misha couldn’t move.
The rain gradually stopped. She heard
voices. Shouting. The clattering of
armour to the ground. It was all noise.

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 EPILOGUE - NEW DAWN, NEW NIGHT
“How fare you, Duchess Misha?”
Stevran, down on one knee before her
throne, chanced a grin.
“As well as I can be, dear Stevran.”
Misha sat straight in her throne, doing
her best to ignore the aching in her side.
The castle bustled with activity. A
Hunter, newly appointed by the Guild,
was stomping about and ordering a trio
of pledges around in an effort to root out
any lingering corruption.
Outside the last bits of the desiccated
ducal forests were being chopped down,
their wood good for little. Misha was
happy to see, even at this distance, some
foresters moving at intervals, planting
the seeds of a new forest.
“How go the talks with Countess
Shevya?” Misha returned her attention
to Stevran and the task at hand.
“I am happy to report she has agreed to
triple this year’s tithe, as an act of
contrition and to affirm her allegiance.”
“Please thank her, when you return.”
Misha was glad to hear Shevya had
caused no trouble, “We shall see that it
is distributed to the Duchy as equally as
possible. There are hard months ahead.”
“I will, your Majesty.” Stevran stood,
still smiling, “I was worried she would
put up more of a struggle honestly. But
seeing me return with the few remaining
companies of her own men was more
than enough to keep her on the straight
and narrow for now.”
“I appreciate you doing that on my
behalf, Stevran. I would have gone
myself, and I will in some time, once this
damned wound heals.”
“Never you worry, Misha. She’s a crafty
one, but that’s it, I believe.”
He scratched his chin, “Treat her better
than your poor mother did and I’m sure
she’ll do what’s right.”
“With that, I must be on my way.” He
gave another bow. “Thank you, Misha,
for what you did for us and the realm.”
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“I owe it all to you and our people,
Stevran. You know this,” Misha smiled
at him, “I will see you in two weeks time
for the grand assembly, then?”
“I wouldn’t miss it, your grace. Besides,
it will be nice to meet with the guild
masters, nobles, and knights. Though
some are still anxious after what your
mother did to those dignitaries, others
are eager to renew our alliance.”
“I understand,” Misha nodded
solemnly, “We have an opportunity to
rebuild. If we can reforge our bonds
within the Empire, we may yet see
Svalidraz prosper. Together, Stevran, I
believe we can do it.”
With that Stevran turned and strode
from the throne room, leaving Misha
alone to her thoughts.
“Captain?” she called.
A stout young man approached from an
adjoining room. It was Pezhnik, looking
far older and wiser than when Ivranik
had given him command outside of
Svalidraz all those months ago.
“Yes, your Highness?”
“May I have the latest reports from the
western reaches? I trust your scouts
have all returned? What of the
Beastmen? Did they make any moves
while we suffered our troubles?”
“Well that was a fool’s errand, wasn’t
it?” The sulking form of a vampire lord
sat in a darkly appointed throne,
sloshing a cup of coagulating blood
between two fingers.
“What do you mean, Trazhkyul?” A
silky voice intoned; the boredom
accentuated with annoying purpose.
“Didn’t you have fun?” The Vampire
took a sip of her own drink.
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“Fun wasn’t the point of it, Vrimiya, and
you know it,” He put the cup down and
shifted in his seat, “We had that damned
Duchess wrapped around our finger. If
it wasn’t for that brat, we could have
riven the Empire back east of the
Mountains. The western steppes would
be in our thrall.”
“There will be other chances and other
vassals, my darling,” Vrimiya continued
to drink, treating Traznkyul’s contempt
with the mildest interest possible.
“Why don’t you go out and join Zrezho
in his fun. Last I heard he was running
about a Ratman burrow sinking his teeth
into anything that moved.”
“As if I’d join that thing in anything he
deems entertaining. What about
Alustezh? Where did he scurry of to?”
“He went to report your…” She laughed
coquettishly, “I mean, our failure with
Duchess Grelanya. You know how our
new Lord likes to be kept abreast of
happenings across Tyria.”
“What!?” Trazhkyul shot up out of his
seat. “That bastard! It was not our fault!”
Vrimiya just laughed.
“No, it was that brat’s fault,” He paced
back and forth in their pitch-black
chamber, “She had the rage, Vrimiya.
You saw it too.” It was a statement, not a
question. “We could get to her like we
did her mother.”
“Perhaps,” Vrimiya hadn’t yet moved,
still content to drink in place. “We can
always try again in a few years. Who
was that energetic lad that followed her
around like a puppy? Stevran, I think.”
She took another sip.
“We could always look into him.”
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