The Red Duke (Warhammer: Heroes)
C. L. Werner
Language: English
Pages: 147
ISBN: B008JHQEFQ
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Bloodthirsty vampire lord the Red Duke is resurrected from his ancient slumber to terrorise the lands of Bretonnia.
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The earl turned about as he heard the angry sounds, watching as a motley variety of scruffy figures emerged from the shadows. Some wore filthy cloaks and hoods, looking as though they had come fresh from the fields. Others were naked as babes, their skin pale beneath the layers of dirt that were caked onto their bodies. Many of these troglodyte creatures bore the stigma of mutation upon them, their faces twisted by bestial snouts, their hands disfigured by feline claws and bovine hooves. The
fresh bodies strewn about the graveyard. After smashing through the last defences, the undead had been presented with the villagers cowering inside the chapel. Only a few of the peasants had escaped the massacre, fleeing into the forest. The ghouls were tracking them down even now. ‘I assure you, it will, your grace,’ Renar answered, trying to keep his voice from trembling. The necromancer gestured to the piles of bones laid out across the graveyard, each knightly corpse arranged into its
‘The horse was distempered, your grace,’ was Renar’s snide reply. ‘It would be unseemly to risk injury to a noble by having them ride an unbroken beast.’ The Red Duke waved aside Renar’s reply. ‘See that the horse is returned to its owner when its disposition improves,’ the vampire said. Suddenly he sat straight in his saddle, staring with some confusion at the road ahead. ‘This is not the way to Lake Tranquil and the Tower of Wizardry!’ ‘It is a short cut, your grace,’ Renar said. ‘Don’t you
protection. Even if the duke has assembled his army, they will be forced to slow their progress while dealing with the refugees. That will give us time to bolster our own forces.’ ‘My forces,’ the Red Duke snapped. ‘Do not forget your place, deathmaster!’ He turned, snarling orders at Sir Maraulf and Sir Corbinian. ‘Gather the troops. We break camp at once.’ Renar smiled despite the reprimand the Red Duke had given him. At least the vampire appreciated his value in this state of mind. ‘You