(General POV)
Location the Warhammer Old World-Kislev, Capital-Tzarina Campsite
Tzarina Katarina believe it was time...
Taking up her ice blade, and started to walk ahead of her camp, every man and woman, including those of the Great Orthodoxy knew that this was the sign that they waited for nearly a month.
It was time to march, with a army nearly surpassing the 10-thousands Kislve last defenders were finally going out to face the Dark Legion at last.
With Kostaltyn organizing and leading his brothers and follower worshippers of the Great Orthodoxy, mixing in the numbers of Katarina's army.
Waiting for the Tzarina was her silent and most trusted bodyguard, the Golden Knight, Naryska Leysa, waiting patiently for her tzarina, to walk pass which she did, and Naryska started following her behind.
One by one the greatest remaining heroes of Kislves were starting to move with the old veteran Olesya Pimenova, and hero blacksmith Grigori Medvezhiy, armed and ready.
As the Ice Court Allience were following behind the Ice Queen, Katarina for it was finally time to fight the damned, the Chosen of the Gods, Ixion Daemonhart...
A week later...
Location Kislev/Far East of the Capital; Boris' Campsite
A scout came to report to the Red Tzar, Boris Ursus, sitting on a wooden chair in his campsite, with his trusted bear companion, Urskin, sitting right beside him in the snowy ground, the man told him that the Ice Court and the Great Orthodoxy have been marching north...and also in the period of time that war preparations have been occurring, the Dark Legion has taken claim to half of the Motherland.
Grave news indeed, Boris stood up from his chair, and reaching out just to his side he picked up his famed weapon, the [Shard Blade] a polearm that has made his name a legend, along with his leadership, and charisma.
Urskin lowered himself, allowing his master and rider, onto his back rising back up, as Boris pointed his legendary [Shard Blade], into the air and command his small force to march into battle, their march was longer than the one his daughter is currently leading.
For the Red Tzar plans to make this...the final war for the soul of the Motherland itself, into a two prown assault, his daughter and her armies meeting the Dark Legion head on, while he and his forces will strike to rear, hence their longer traveling time and distance.
Location Far from Kislev, on the Deck of the Spirit of Grungni
Meanwhile on the masterpiece of the legendary Slayer Engineer, Malakai Makaisson.
After deciding to travel north, and join the fun of a massive final battle for the Kislevite home, a excited smile was splattered across the face of Malakai, as he steered the steering-wheel of his airship.
His only concern, a concern shared by his crew, was that they might not arrive on time to join in on the fun, and finally achieving the slayers most desired "Good Honorable Death", as Malakai pushed his airship further, increasing its flight speed.
After soo many years and battles across the Old World, Malakai and his fellow slayers that are apart of his crew felt this battle, might be the one that finally grant them the death they've desired and their disgrace finally purge from their family names.
Hence the happy, grand smile on the Slayer Engineer, as he steered/turned the [Spirit of Grungni] slightly to the northwest, with all his fellow dwarves readying their axes, guns, cannons and more for a grand battle.
Malakai, then called out to one of the slayer-pirate in there deck of the Spirit of Grungni, to bring him another mug of mead, he wanted pre-celebrate for the upcoming battle.
Once his fellow peg-legged slayer, brought a frothing mug of Bugman's XXXXXX, making laugh, as he took a big swing and cheers for the upcoming death for his kin, causing all the dwarves both non and fellow slayers, rise their mugs and cheered with Malakai.
As the airship, the [Spirit of Grungni] cut through the cloud of the skies, heading straight to the lands of Kislev.
Location Kislev, Edge of the Corrupted Tzeentchian Lands of the Dark Legion/Within Enzium, Inside the Tallest Tower: Throne Chamber
Tzeentch and his brothers within their avatar, Ixion Daemonhart, was watching on the orb that allows them to see through Enzium's eyes, things are going grand for the Changer.
Even Khorne was truly impressed with his younger brother's military capabilities, in a month in a half, already the soo called Motherland has fallen to Tzeentch control and corruption, the Dark Legion has greatly expanded in power, influence, and number, they have raided and slaughter countless souls, from the scattered villages and settlements of the whole of northern half of Kislev.
Nurgle admitted he enjoyed the slow, withering, and inevitable spread and conquest of a land, originally he along with the Blood God and the Dark One, were a bit peeved that Tzeentch wanted to be passive, after such a great victory against Ostankya and Ulrika Magdova.
But after he explained the reason that Tzeentch commanded Enzium to remain at the border to the southern edge of the Motherland, and then order the entirety of the Dark Legion to go wild all around the northern of Kislev, and thus the Dark Legion grew in power and number, as more and more warband and tribes have come to join them, and start rampaging through the North.
Now the Dark Legion numbers are barely passing the 25K mark, and the other main reason for Tzeentch's scheme that involved staying put, was to force the last remnants of resistance to come to them.
Thus he can enjoy utterly crushing the Ice Court, the Great Orthodoxy, and the rest of Kislev soo called heroes in one swoop, and with this knowledge his brother, conceded and waited for the fun to begin.
They all could feel the surging emotions of rage, hatred, pride, courage, and more emanating and closing in from the South, meaning that Great Deceiver's plan was going exactly as he intended...the older Warp Gods, could practically sense the smug aura emenate from their brother.
But at last the last battle was upon them for Kislve, and with all it defenders dead in the snow, Ursun was ripe for them to slaughter devour!!
All things considered, thing were about to get fun for the Warp Gods, as Tzeentch commanded their avatar to stand and start walking away, and gather the Dark Legion for an epic battle.
Meanwhile, far in the sky above the Living Daemon Fortress, was the Speaker of the Gods, the supposed guide of the Daemonharts, in their path to glory in the gaze of the Gods, Zxaie-xie, has plotted and scheme behind the back of Ixion Daemonhart, completely ignorant of the Warp Gods knowledge of said meager schemes, he has tried to use the undead of Sylvania against them, but the forces of Von Carstein prevented him from entering those desolate lands.
Then he tried the other dark champions of the Dark Gods, but the Gods themselves have spoken to the Speaker, to not speak to any of them, and remain on assignment, which greatly infuriated the highly mutated, and favored Speaker of the Gods.
He still believes that there is none more worthy of the Dark Gods' favor, than a Everchosen, great mighty champions that have united the ever waring tribes of the Gods.
As his multiple eyes, looked down at the current Daemonhart, a tzeentchian follower, was able to make a grand scheme to bring the complete downfall of Kislev, and he and his accursed body-sharing siblings, were close to achieving a accomplishment that few legends of old, have managed long, long ago, conquering the Motherland, and basically offering Chaos a direct path to the South.
Like stated before it was only something that should be the honor of a Everchosen, while Lord Archaon was in the middle of attacking the ever desired Empire of Man, it was a stalemate.
It won't be long, when the last warriors of Kislev will fight against the forces of the Dark Legion, and as much as Zxaie-xie would wish to deny it, it was more likely that the Dark Legion, would come out victorious.
He only hoped that the Dark Legion, suffers great losses, than they'll wouldn't be a threat to Lord Archaon, especially on his task set by the new Dark God...
As Zxaie-xie, watched the Warp Gods' are losing more and more patience with the gnat, the suggestion of Khorne of just killing the insect...but they still need him, until the second task their weaker counterparts bestowed them is completed.
Regardless, now they can enjoy themselves with war, and all three elder brothers requested of Tzeentch, to "Please, fight more. And less trolling and mocking." a request that the Architect, will "try" his best to accomplish.
A couple days later...
Location Kislev, Near the Corrupted Tzeentchian Lands
The Tzarina and her forces have taken a long time, several days marching non-stop, as the Ice Queen, Katarina, was eager for retribution and once victory is assured she'll be able to reclaim her brother's body, Prince Ivan Radinov, that from reports have said it still was hanging from the Colossal Beast (Enzium) inside a gibbet cage, and still not decaying.
She knows this must be the results of the damned, Arcane Monarch's magic, keeping the prince...her brother's headless body in a pristine state, to shame and disgrace him even after death, just the thought of this sacrilege brought anger into the mind of the Tzarina.
And she wasn't the only one, her loyal guard, Naryska Leysa, and even her rival the Great Patriarch of the Orthodoxy, Kostaltyn, felt the same as the Ice Queen, the slits and crimes that the Chosen of the Gods has wrought upon them.
Katarina's anger was enhancing her ice magic to a greater level than before, with howling winds with shards of frost flowing through it, making the area around the Tzarina much colder than the environment around them, sometimes as she steps on the snow covered ground, a sharp icicle would burst out the ground, but with her own will these shard spikes of ice avoided harming her followers.
Along with her Ice Witches and Maidens of the Ice Court, were also aiding in the protection of their force from their tzarina's magical power, as countless bears and bear riders were mixed with various calvary (winged lancers, gryphon legion, and horsemen), hundreds if not thousands of various members of the ice guards, and many more apart of the Ice Court.
Next it was the Great Orthodoxy, Kostaltyn leading his brothers in the Ursunite Faith, from hundreds of Patriarchs of the Orthodoxy, with dozen of druzhina, commanding thousands of tzar guards, kislevite warriors, and kossar archers.
Among the ranks of the Great Orthodoxy, was the mighty man, Grigori Medvezhiy, with his personally crafted sword ready for battle.
Amongst the snow leopards, streltsi, and war sled, and one of this more lighter-weight sled was the Bane of Vermins, Olesya Pimenova, with her glaive on hand, and a smirk on her face.
The largest army ever amass in the defense of the Motherland and once again for their dear Bear God, that still was with them.
Some ways away from the Ice Court Allience, was the forces of the Red Tzar, Boris Ursus, mostly composed of the veterans and survivors of the raids of Dark Legion, Boris riding ahead of his forces.
Miles away from his daughter's army, his plan will only work by having some distance from the Ice Court, and strike the distracted forces of Chaos, holding the reins of his bear mount Urskin, as the battle was getting closer both figuratively and literally to begin.
Location Kislev, North Oblast: the edge of the Corrupted Tzeentchian Lands of the Dark Legion
Tzeentch/Ixion was mounted on the Exalted Chimera of the Dark One, Whiptail, standing at the head of a massive army of Chaos Undivided, and right behind him stood the full mortal and immortal wrath of the Dark Legion.
From thousands of Slaves of Darkness under the command of the Daemon Prince, Yuri Godslayer, hundreds of dragon ogres following their daemonic dragon shaggoth, Kholek Suneater, huge contagion of trolls, under the undisputed Troll King, Throgg.
The two giant forces of Blood and Plague, starting with the bloodthirsty, battle hungry berserkers of the Blades of Khorne, along with the blood daemons under the unquestioned, favored Blood Witch, Skarlet, in a other part of the tzeentchian corrupted grounds owned by the Chosen of the Gods, was the ever decaying, disease ridden, and plagued children of the Plague God, the Maggotkin of Nurgle, with the plague daemons, excited and joyfully, under the command of Priestess of Putrefaction, Yuma Trollvile.
The next three mono God warbands of Chaos, first are eldritch, masters of the arcane and favored by change, the Disciples of Tzeentch, with legion change daemons, beside the tzeentchian followers, are the most recent rising warband of the Dark Harbinger, the dark warriors of Carnage, the Darkwings of Laharl, with a vast number of carnage daemons under the command of Dullahan, and with Harald Hammerstorm amongst them.
Thirdly the smaller warband of perfectionists, glided, sensation overloaded mortal warriors of Dark Princess, the Hedonites of Slaanesh, still no slaaneshi daemons are allowed into the Dark Legion, for the Warp Gods are waiting the birth and joining of their sister, and thus having more "trusted" pleasure daemons admist the rank of their forces.
The daemonhosts, forsaken, and a dozen Chaos giants amongst the massive Chaos force.
Horde of monsters touched by Chaos, the large force of Dark One's favored dark skinned elves of the shi'lanorai, herds of chaotic beastmen under the splitted command of a Beastlord Gor, a khornate Doombull, and the catsaber chieftain of Tai Tai Shien.
This quite possible most largest Chaos force, with the exception of Morkar the United, and Asavar Kul the Anointed to rise in the Old World.
The Warp Gods, were eagerly waiting for their opponents to arrive, their negative emotions pouring towards to them.
As the four brothers spoke to each other, Nurgle was excited to watch and feel the surge of death of their adversaries, the meer thought spoken out loud, thus making his brothers chuckle as they have come to expect this overjoy, jolly aspect of their brother Nurgle, Khorne was eager and borderline impatient for the battle and bloodshed to begin.
The Blood God, even said, "Let's finally watch the personification and embodiment of schemes, actually fight in the middle of clash." with slight mocking in his tone, this made Laharl and Nurgle laugh, while Tzeentch just mocked fake laugh, "Ha. Ha. Haha. Such a grand show of care, and concern ohh brother of mine..." the Changer spoke in a clear sarcastic tone.
This brotherly banter, continue until they felt their adversaries were much closer to their position, and they stopped conversing, so Tzeentch through Ixion commanded the Dark Legion to start marching to the edge of conquer area.
For Laharl's wards, were fully apart of his strategies against the Ice Court of Tzarina Katarina, regardless of the Changer's plotting, the Dark One was actually looking forward to see what Tzeentch is scheming come to fruition.
Some distance away both Katarina and Boris were getting closer and closer to the edge of Northern Oblast.
The literal borderline between the corrupted North and South of Kislve, this shall be the site of the final war for the Motherland.
As a couple of colossal Elemental Bears stomped beside the allied forces of Kislve, and several frost wyrms amongst the ranks of these brave heroes of Kislve.
Clearly this was the strongest force that both Katarina and Kostaltyn could ever possibly amass, eclipsing the army that they both lead during the campaign to rescue their God, Ursun.
Sometime later...
The Ice Court Allience finally arrived at the new borderline between the uncorrupted and the corrupted halves of the Motherland, just over the snow covered horizon was their enemy, waiting for them.
A humongous force of Chaos, and at the head of this Chaos force, mounted on the largest chimera ever witnessed by these Kislevite, was the four-armed, Arcane Monarch of the North, Ixion Daemonhart, wielding his tzeentchian greatsword, halbert and scepter, without wasting time both Katarina and Kostaltyn commanded their ranged forces to attack.
Unleashing a barrage of bullets, arrows, magical ice projectiles, and magic from the Lore of Ice & Tempest, all soaring straight at the unmoving forces of Chaos followers and daemons, but something that they never experienced occurred.
Once all the attacks of the Kislevites reached the border that was between the two forces, they struck something.
Right before the eyes of the Ice Court Allience, they attacks crashed against some invisible force, like a barrier if not for being a faceless avatar, Tzeentch smugged smirk would have appeared on Ixion.
This was all according to the Changer's plan, Laharl's wards over all conquered lands, prevented invasion or acts of aggression on said lands, thus making their initial attack against their forces.
But that didn't mean that they couldn't attack a enemy behind the Dark One's ward, releasing one of the hands from the [Balewing Halbert], Tzeentch/Ixion rise that freed hand into the air, and in one downward swipe of said arm, he signal the Dark Legion to return fire.
Swarms of arrows, chaotic sorcery, flaming skulls, deathheads, arcane rays and other dark projectiles soared passed the borderline wards, seeing the enemy attack incoming Katarina ordered her forces to move and avoid the bombardment heading towards them.
But they couldn't move out of the way in time, as fire, blight, death, dark and daemonic magic struck them, claiming hundreds if not more lives in one fell swoop.
With a massive blow dealt, it was time to strike while the enemy was in disarray and writhing from the previous blow, in a loud multi-toned and sounding voices, Ixion/Tzeentch order the charge and thus this battle has officially begun.