Denying a Prophet

The Undead Battleline

The lord of Miladra, Count Alejandro Dragovicz, had gone northeast with his forces to besiege the lands of Eglixus, the Chaos Lord of Tzeentch. At the same time the Red General, Count Leonardo Dragovicz, had traveled west with his army, the Red Lance, to invade the newly arrived empire forces under Arch Lector Kaslain. This left Countess Lena Dragovicz in command of the defenses of the entire city-state with only her personal battalion. The Lithrum Castle Battalion was usually stationed around the countess' personal domicile, and mostly used for local defense or Lena's numerous missions to obtain objects of magical interest. Now however it roamed the entire country from Lithrum Castle and the newly claimed mine to the north, to Miladra Castle and the recently built Wizard Tower known as Axis Mortis to the south. Lena Dragovicz had at first been most displeased with this arranging of assignments, but hadn't had much time to grief, before the country was attacked.

The orcish Horde

The Savage Orc Great Shaman Morgor – the Green prophet of Gork – believed Gork had called him to invade their northern enemy, Miladra, and so he had amassed his orcish hordes and charged over the country borders bound for Castle Miladra itself. Countess Lena Dragovicz engaged the orcs at the tower Duskspire, knowing that whoever controlled the tower effectively controlled the southern region. The vampire's plan was simple: Get into the tower with her two necromancers: Prof. Nietzsche and Dr. Schopenhauer and a horde of zombies, and from there simply create a wall of dead meat, impregnable to any enemy, while casting destructive dark magic on the orcs outside the tower. Regiments of Skeleton Warriors and Grave Guards had also been brought, along with several Spirit Hosts, Fell Bats, the countess' personal transport; the Black Coach and a sinister Mortis Engine to empower the vampire's magic.

Big 'Un Horde

The orcs did not come unprepared either. At the center of the horde marched a giant regiment of tattooed Savage Orcs wielding clubs and wearing pelt. This formidable foe was accompanied by the Green Prophet Morgor himself, and several of his lieutenants. Alongside this mighty savage horde was another great regiment of Orcs armed with multiple crudely made weapons. There was also a smaller unit of Goblins clad in black robes, protecting the flank of the savages. The entire army was joined by several Orc and Goblin chariots, a few Spider Riders and Artillery aplenty.

The Battlefield

As the armies closed in on each other the countess', the two necromancers and the horde of zombies made for the tower with all haste, and quickly seized it. The three magic users went to the roof of the tower alongside a Banshee, leaving the zombie hordes to hold the lower levels. Already while the army marched forth the newly dead had begun to stir in their graves and rise from the ground, and as the countess' claimed the tower, scores of freshly risen zombies scrambled to join her. The remaining parts of the army advanced slowly to secure the flanks of the tower. 

The Zombies attack the orcish artillery

Morgor, realizing he was too late to claim the tower, ordered his forces onwards, aiming straight for the tower with his personal regiment of Savage Orcs, which forced them to march through a heavily wooded area under magical bombardment from the vampire and necromancers in the tower. The newly dead started rising among the orcish ranks, causing the regiment of Night Goblins to unleash their concealed fanatics in the middle of the orc army. These did however manage to smash into the scrambling zombies, before flying off into the horizon. But newly animated zombies kept crawling up from underneath to assault the orcish artillery line. Morgor decided to abandon the catapults and ordered the horde of Big 'Un orcs to charge the undead Grave Guards, while he and the savages lead the siege of the Duskspire Watchtower.

The Big 'Uns clash with the Undead

The Savage Orcs assault
the tower

This proved much more challenging than first expected. Inside the Tower were more zombies than Morgor had ever seen before. They lied stacked on one another on the ground level, and several were still coming in through the windows. The savage orcs roared with pleasure as they charged into the meat-wall, tearing zombie after zombie apart, losing very few orcs in the process. However Morgor soon realized that even with his best orcs killing like dragons, there were still too many of the living dead, and the ones brought down soon rose again, animated by necromantic powers. The sheer mass of the zombies forced the orcs out of the tower entirely several times. At the same time the other orc horde was performing well against the Grave Guards, taking down the elite skeletons, but soon found themselves overwhelmed by newly arrived Skeleton Warriors and the Mortis Engine. On the other side of the tower a small group of zombies had also been empowered by the necromantic powers, and now proved a solid wall of rotting meat slowing advancing.

The countess atop the tower

Countess Lena Dragovicz watched in amusement as the savage orcs threw themselves against the zombie on the lower levels of the tower while she continued to rain death upon the savage orcs in the form of the dreaded “Curse of Years”. Then suddenly the orcs flooded out of the tower and charged the other group of zombies. Following this clash the Savage orcs, lead by Morgor and his lieutenants, swooped around the battlefield, picking fights with the remaining forces of the undead. Even though they brought down most of the vampiric forces, still taking heavy casualties, the central tower proved unassailable to the orcs. At this time only the savage horde and its commanders remained of the orcish horde, and Morgor regretfully ordered them to pull back. As the frustrated savage orcs turned south away from the tower, Morgor himself turned around to eye the countess in the tower and roared: “Next time you won't be so lucky, vampire!” and let out a majestic roar, before turning around and leaving furious. The countess had a feeling that some new hatred had been awoken in the orcs towards her forces that might come back to bite...

Scouring the battlefield afterwards the undead forces found enough material to craft a magical feedback scroll, which was sure to come in handy.

Dark diplomacy and crumbling allegiences

Countess Lena Dragovicz

 “Such fine artifacts you have there, little elf” the countess said, examining the objects on the table. These belonged to the High Elven Archmage Aritlith, who himself sat chained to the cellar floor. “Hands off them, witch!” the elf shouted. Lena Dragovicz turned and smiled at him. Suddenly he felt a searing around his wrists, that burned like fire. The chains had turned an orange hue, and had become burning hot, at the silent command of the vampire countess. “shush little elf” she said in the sweetest voice “I shall do whatever I please, in my own home”. The elf went silent, still sweating heavily from the pain from the magical chains. He had a feeling that his wrists would never fully heal, not even through his own elven magic. 

The countess went back to studying the Archmage's belongings on the table. There was a small elven knife, a blue gleaming crystal and a cloak, that shone with a dim white light. The countess picked up the crystal, and examined it closely. “An Annulian Crystal, yes? Dr. Oppenheimer did tell me, he had felt a disturbance in the winds of magic on the battlefield. Something slowly draining his power. So this is the source.” She stared fascinated into the blue crystal. “I look forward to trying out all of these things myself, once I have put you to sleep for good. Which by the way should be about any time now.” The Archmage sent the vampire a furious stare. None had ever humiliated him like this before, and if he could not get revenge himself, he was sure someone in his family would avenge him. “Then what are you waiting for, witch? Finish me off then – but know that your time is coming soon. I have powerful relations, and they will avenge me!” Countess Lena just smiled at him, and said in her soft voice “If it was up to me, you had been dead long ago, and I would have been drinking your blood from my cup. Fortunately for you, my brother wanted to strike a deal with your other commanders for your release. Your fate depends on the outcome of those negotiations.” “Which have now been concluded!”

The count, the countess and the Archmage

A dark voice rang out through the room. Both captive and captor stared into the darkness covering the entrance hallway, as they heard the sound of heavy foot steps emerging. “Ah, Alejandro you are here. May I slaughter the skinny pig now?” the countess asked hopefully. Out from the darkness stepped a massive figure. He was clad in a red plated armor, and by his side he carried a massive sword. He emanated power and a dark authority. “Today is your lucky day, Archmage. I just spoke to your lieutenant commander Cadaith, and he was willing to pull back his forces from the Silverload Mine in turn for your life. It seems you live to die another day.” The newly arrived count snapped his fingers, and the chains flung open, revealing Aritlith's heavily burned wrists. The count look from the wrists to the countess, who was still standing by the table “It would seem you have already had some quality time. You must have been in a good mood, Lena, you usually don't settle for the wrists of our guests?” “I didn't think this one would be able to handle any more pain, brother” She answered. “You are probably right. Anyway a winged Nightmare has been made ready for you, Archmage. It will take you home. And to my sister's displeasure you will be returning with all your belongings. For your information the City-state of Miladra and the High Elves under your command are now at a ceasefire, and I have sent a messenger to our Ally Count Magnus about this decision. I'm sure he will respect it.” The Archmage got to his feet rubbing his wrists, while not really knowing what to say. Countess Lena's face had turned dark at the note about not keeping the artifacts, but had kept silent. “Follow me then.” Count Alejandro said in his commanding voice, as he turned and walked back into the darkness, followed by the Archmage.

Grave News

Count Alejandro Dragovicz was mounting his Terrorgheist after having sent off the elf, when two messenger came thundering on skeletal steeds. One of them was the messenger Alejandro had just dispatched to Count Magnus. “What is the meaning of this?” The count demanded. “My lord, most unfortunate news. It would seem our ally Count Magnus and his forces have fled the Badlands” Count Alejandro froze. “What? Why?” anger rose in him. “His lands were invaded by an alliance of two human armies. Most of his forces were destroyed. He himself and most of the bloodline managed to escape and flee the region.” Dragovicz starred into the ground pondering the situation. This meant that the western border of Miladra was now also at risk, and that they were on their own. Not that Count Magnus had been the most reliable ally, he was a vampire after all, but none the less... He looked back at the messengers. “Anything else?” he asked in a voice that was even darker than usual. “No sir” the messenger replied silently, before they both left the count alone.

Alejandro Dragovicz climbed into the saddle of his Terrorgheist and took to the skies, towards his army. This turn of events could prove very dire for the City-State, he thought to himself. Perhaps it was time for something new. A new union of dark forces, something to combat all the pesky humans and high elves of the area...

The Defense of Grave Gold Mine

'The High Elves are closing in' Count Leonardo Dragovicz thought to himself. “Faster!” he roared at the marching minions. Hundreds of zombies and skeletons bound by his dark powers groaned and increased their speed marginally. Dr. Oppenheimer, a former philosopher of the Empire, joined Dragovicz at the head of the army. Oppenheimer had been employed by one of the colleges of magic in Middenheim, but had been frustrated with the general lack of competence and resources there. He had then traveled south to pledge his allegiance to the ruling family of Miladra, who were renown for their wealth and interest in the newest sciences. In Miladra he had also found support for his more exotic science projects, one of which were following the army into battle this day – the Mortis Engine.

“You called for me” the doctor said in his low snarling voice. “Ah yes. You are in good fortune today, doctor. The Grave Gold Mine we are marching against struck a good load a few weeks ago, and today you will be reaping the benefits. We have had this staff forged for you from the material of the mine, as a sign of out appreciation with your work on the Mortis Engine.” The Red Count handed over a staff to the necromancer. It had the bones of some winged creature at it's head, a spear-tip, and was exceptionally long. The necromancer seized the staff with greed in his eyes and fingers. “Thank you, my Lord” he coughed, before returning to the ranks of the army.

The armies met on top of the Grave Gold Mine, which was situated underground, with a single entrance through a Watchtower. The undead army, known as the Red Lance set up on the southern side, of the watchtower, and the High Elves deployed their forces to the north, mounting a single Bolt Thrower on a hill. Both generals new, that the army who could take and hold the Watchtower, would secure the entrance to the mine, and win the battle in spite of what else would happen.

The plan was simple. The doctors Oppenheimer and Schoppenhauer would take the Watchtower with a horde of zombies, and from there amass a shield of undead meat, impregnable to any enemy. The Red Count himself would lead his Black Knights into the thick of battle together with the Skeleton Warrior regiment known as the Red Pike, on the right flank. On the left flank a zombie horde would advance, joined by the Mortis Engine and a sinister Corpse Cart.

On the opposite side of the field a regiment of Lothern Seaguards, joined by an elven Mage, covered the right flank (opposite the zombie horde). The center was left open, with only the Bolt Thrower on a hill, and the main part of the elven infantry, composed by a regiment of Seaguards, Swordmasters and White Lions, joined by the army standard and the Archmage himself, took the left flank.

The undead hosts made the first move. The zombies hordes shambled forwards aiming for the Watchtower, while the Dire Wolves moved towards the center of the field, providing cover for the advancing Black Knights and Skeletons. Already on the march, the two necromantic scientists started raising the newly dead from the ground, making their regiment continuously grow in size on the march. A spell from the Vampire Lord himself rushed a dark power into the bodies of the zombies and necromancers, empowering them to march with unholy speed and reach the Watchtower.

Seeing the Watchtower infested with zombies, and the two necromancers mounted in the tower, the elves decided for a more defensive approach. The infantry locked up in a hard battle line and advanced slowly over the field. The bolt Thrower and Lothern Sea Guards let lose a volley of arrows, that fell some Dire Wolves and a single Black Knight. The two mages also unleashed their magic, inflicting some damage on the enclosing Mortis Engine.

Having taken the Watchtower, the undead forces turned towards the elven battle-line. A single cadaverous wolf charged the bolt thrower, killing on of the crewmen and causing the other to flee. This horrifying sight was enough for the first unit of Lothern Seaguards. They fled directly away from the carnage and away from the battle. The Black Knigts led by Count Leonardo Dragovicz then charged the White Lions, who were providing the bulk of the elven host. On the right flank, a spirit host had charged the Swordmaster regiment and tied these up.

In the ensuing combat between Lions and Knights, a dark voice rang out over the combatants. “Who of you puny elves dare face me?” Dragovicz challenged. The elven leaders exchanged glances. Although Aritlith was covered by a magical cloak that protected him from most attacks, he was not sure it would also fend off the vampire's mighty scythe. The Guardian of the White Lions then stepped forth. “I shall meet your challenge” he exclaimed with a stoical firmness. The Vampire Lord smiled to himself, and then charged the elf. Before the white lion could strike a single blow, he had been carved into 6 pieces by the vampires green glowing scythe. Meanwhile the Lions were felling many Black Knights with their great axes, suffering only a few wounds in return. The Red Count then turned towards the elven noble carrying the army Battle Standard. Dragovicz charged him, and made quick work of the elf, even killing a few nearby White Lions in his fury. This proved enough for the elves, even though they had almost reduced the Knights to scratch. They fled the carnage and was run down by the cavalry. Aritlith himself was seized by the vampire, who with a punch of his gauntlet-clad fist knocked the Archmage out, and threw him over the Vampires mount. Dragovicz then turned his mount, and charged the Swordmasters in their rear, killing the last few, while the Mortis Engine and zombie horde took care of the Lothern Seaguards on the other flank.

Following the battle loot from the dead elves provided material for a new magical standard for the Skeleton Warriors regiment, known as the Red Pike. Aritlith was taken to Lithrum castle for interrogation...

Spoils of the mine

After some digging the Grave Gold mine payed of  and provided materials for the crafting of a channeling staff for the necromantic scientist Dr. Oppenheimer, who is lending his support to Count Leonardo Dragovicz and the Red Lance.

Dr. Oppenheimer

Dr. Oppenheimer
Necromancer
Lv. 2 - Lore of Vampires, 
Channeling Staff (free)
Points: 100

A Campaign in the North

The leader of the Black Knights

As a warm up for the coming campaign in the Badlands, Count Alejandro Dragovicz led a battalion north as an open challenge to any other standing army, and as an opportunity to try out his new undead constructions. The first enemy to cross blades with the Count was (ironically enough) another vampire lord, who was questing through the area with his personal cavalry force – a former host of the Bretonnians. Dragovicz enganged the fellow undead in a hand-to-hand challenge, after having charged his Black Knights with the Miladra Elite Guard. Although Alejandro himself was struck down in the duel, the mighty warriors of Miladra was able to bring down, not only the vampire lord himself, but also his heir - the standard carrier, two of the vampire's employed necromancers and the entire cavalry unit. After seeing his lord crumble, Senior Sergeant Ajax, also known as the Gatekeeper, led the remaining forces of Miladra to sweep out the rest of the enemy forces, leaving the battalion of Miladra with a major victory.

The sinister Chaos Lord of Tzeentch
from http://paintingmum.blogspot.com

Afterwords Alejandro Dragovicz returned and restored his forces to their full strength, using the already-once-animated forces of the opposing vampire lord. He then pressed on north and engaged a force of the Warriors of Chaos in a snowy mountain pass. Due to both armies exhaustion after the mountain passage, they were both near a breaking point, and the fall of enough standards or the loss of a general would surely be enough to make both forces break. Early on in the encounter, the gigantic Hell Canon of Chaos ripped itself lose from the chains of its chaos dwarven handlers, and charged towards the ranks of the undead. This however left it in the center of the battlefield, blocking passage for both forces. The Lord of Chaos, follower of Tzeentch, decided for a quick solution to the encounter, and flew alone on his arcane disc behind the undead forces, in an attempt to vaporize Count Alejandro with a powerful demonic spell. Failing this, he turned to find a massive monstrosity, known in legends as a Terrorgheist, standing as his flank. The monster let out a shriek so high pitched and terrible, that the Chaos Lord fell flat over on his disc, trying to fend off the pain by covering his ears. However, the Spirit of Terror let out another burst of screams, and the Devoted of Tzeentch fell dead off his disc, ears bleeding. After seeing their lord fall, the remaining warriors of Chaos fled the battlefield, leaving more corpses behind for Alejandro and apprentice necromancer Amos Darkstone to raise.

Count Mannfred von Carstein

Alejandro Dragovicz made camp at the top of the mountain pass, only to find himself assaulted by no other than the mighty Mannfred von Carstein himself, and his skeletal forces. Mannfred saw the conquest made by Miladra city-state as a direct challenge to the ruling house of the vampire counts, and wanted to put this upstart vampire in his place. Alejandro, having no thorn again the von Carsteins, nonetheless met the challenge. During the advancement of the forces, a dark spell of the vampiric lore went terribly wrong for Alejandro, and although annihilating an enemy banshee in an overpowered magic missile, he himself accidentally opened a portal into the realm of Chaos, and was sucked into it. Seeing the enemy forces slowly crumbling, the confident Mannfred von Carstein flew towards the young Amos Darkstone, in an attempt to crush the upstart necromancer, who somehow managed to hold the undead forces together. Making the same mistake generals before him, Mannfred underestimated the power of the Terrorgheist of Miladra, and though he was at full force and so far unharmed in battle, the undead dragon reduced him to dust with a single powerful Shriek. The magic that held the forces of the von Carstein undeads together now started to falter, and since there was none else to take over, the forces were reduced to dust. At this time the Miladra forces were themselves too almost annihilated, and even the Senior Seagent Ajax had fallen in a duel with the mighty Lord of Undead, Krell, who was also slayed by a single killing blow by Ajax. The battle ended with an insignificant victory to the Miladra force, and resulted in a withdrawal of the Von Carsteins, while the Miladrian forces were once again reanimated.

Azhag the Slaughterer
(By Morten Christensen)

After having fought his way through the Realms of Chaos, Count Alejandro Dragowicz returned and led his battalion back south towards the Badlands. Here he encountered an old rival army – The Dragonback Mountain Waaagh. The boss in charge was however not Alejandro's usual rival, but the orc legend Azhag the Slaughterer himself. The armies engaged in a narrow mountain pass, and after some maneuvering, the Elite Guard of Miladra clashed with Azhag himself atop his mighty Wyvern, together with a large pack of trolls and a gigantic Arachnarok Spider. The Grave Guards made quick words of the trolls, but were then themselves crushed under the spider. Alejandro also tore through the Wyvern with ease, but was himself cut down by an infuriated Azhag, wielding his twin axes. Stepping up to face the orc legend was Senior Seagent Ajax, who landed a killing blow on the orc, with his huge axe. The remaining orcish forces fled, after Azhag's demise, and most were cut down by the undeads, leaving the battalions of Miladra with a clean victory.

The Slann Mage Priest unleashes hell upon the dead

Alejandro proved his will to disobey death once again, and returned from the shadows to lead his forces the remaining journey home. Taking a shortcut through the marshes, the Undead host suddenly found itself engaged with a large force of Lizardmen, led by an ancient Slann mage-priest. At first this seemed a nice dessert after a feast of war and battles, and Dragovicz aligned his forces into a perfect and near unbreakable battleline. Having forces ready to flank, and already decimated the mighty Engine of the Gods with his Terrorgheist, victory seemed sure for the vampires. This all changed when the Slann unleashed a cataclysmic spell, that summoned dwellers from the world below, who attacked the Elite Guard of Miladra. Consuming half the regiment, including both Ajax and Alejandro himself, this turned the tides of the battle, and the Lizardmen forces made fairly quick work of the remaining undeads, leaving them with a safe victory.

Amos Darkstone the Necromancer

Amos Darkstone led the shattered remaining undeads back to the city-state, only to find Alejandro Dragovicz already returned and working on the construction of an even mightier army. This would be the Miladra Castle Battalion for the course of the coming new campaign, spelling blood in the Badlands.

Aroscon Army list

Here's the armylist by the way:


Count Alejandro Dragovicz - Vampire Lord
Lv. 4 - Lore of Vampires
Red Fury, Quickblood,
Ogre Blade, Armor of Destiny, Shield, Luckstone
503 pts


Amos Darkstone - Necromancer
Lv. 2 - Lore of Vampires
Ironcurse icon
105


Senior Seagent Ajax, "The Gatekeeper" - Wight King
Rod of Flaming Death, Great Weapon
130


44 Zombies
Musc., SB
142

5 Dire Wolves
40


5 Dire Wolves
40

30 Ghouls
Ghast
310


20 Zombies
Musc., SB
70



The Miladra Elite Guard - 40 Grave Guards
Great Weapons, Full Command, Banner of the Barrows
560


2 Fell Bats
32


Spirit Host
45


Spirit Host
45


3 Vargheists
Vargoyle
148


Terrorgheist
225


Total: 2395

Alejandro and Lena Dragovicz - part 1

Alejandro and Lena Dragovicz were raised in a small town in northern Tilea. Their farther was a merchant of mediocre success, and the family lived an altogether peaceful life, more or less oblivious to the world around them. Alejandro was four and Lena two years of age, when the town was stormed by the forces of the undead. The town militia was annihilated in no time, and the dark host carried on pillaging the town and raising the inhabitants as walking corpses. The farther was killed as he was making his way to the militia armory, leaving the mother to defend her children.

The door was knocked in by a massive dark hulk. He was wearing a spiked purple armor and carried a massive two-handed axe in his hands. Underneath the horned helmet a skull was visible, with eye sockets as dark and deep as death itself. Lena screamed and the undead fixed his empty gaze on the three. The mother stood in front of her children clutching a kitchen knife in her hands. “If you touch them I will kill you!” She shouted, eyes flaring with a rage that surpassed all sense of fear. The Skeletal hulk made a deep sound that resembled a chuckle, and moved towards the shaking woman. She plunged the knife at the armored chest, which only resulted in the knifes blade breaking. The undead chuckled again, grabbed the mother by the throat with his armored hand, and threw her through the room into the wall on the opposite side, with a power that would break most bones in a body. She hit the floor in a grotesque posture, twitched once and didn't move after that. The purple-armored hulk then turned his attention to the children. He lifted up his giant axe for a killing cleave, but just before he swung the weapon, a voice rang out from the street.


“Ajax, where are you?” The voice was dark and demanding, but a clearly a woman's. The Undead seized his attack and and roared “Here, my lady”. Alejandro and Lena were too terrified to move, as another figure entered the room. She was clad in black and red clothing and had a long, blood-spattered sword with a golden hilt in her right hand. Her skin was pale, with a slight purple hue, and in her coldness she was beautiful.


The woman threw a quick glance at the corpse of the mother, then went to the abomination. “Now what have we here, Ajax? Interesting... Very interesting.” The monster looked at the woman and then back at the children. “Shall I take care of them, or would you like to do the honors?” The woman thought for a moment. “Actually...” She paused “I think I have special plans with these two.” She knelt down in front of the two, both of them to frightened to make any sound at all. “Ajax, I want you to bring these two to the the nearby city Vanacia. Place them in the care of Baron Sartrus and his wife, and make sure no one sees you.” The massive figure looked slightly confused, but remained still. The woman looked at Alejandro and smiled. “What's your name son?” He didn't answer. “Are you afraid of Ajax? I understand, he sometimes lacks manners. I bet he didn't even introduce himself when he entered.” Alejandro shook. “He killed my mother!” He shouted. “Did he really?” The woman said, sending the armored skeleton a judging look. “But don't worry, dear children, Belladonna is here to make it up to you. Tell me, son, have you ever been kissed by a girl before?” Alejandro didn't have time to react, before the woman plunged her teeth into his neck and he screamed, as an agony like never before surged through his body. After what seemed an eternity the woman pulled away blood covering her mouth, and turned to Lena, who was shaking wildly now. “And you, dear daughter, shall also share in the gift.” Lena made no sound at all as she was bitten deeply by the woman. Her eyes just stared emptily ahead, as blood was stained her dress.


The woman stood up, and dried her mouth with a handkerchief. “Do you remember your orders, Ajax?” “Of course, My mistress.” He mumbled deeply. “Good, I want you to return to the army immediately afterwords. Magnus will know that something is amiss.” She went towards the door. The undead hulk turned towards her “But my lady, why?” The woman paused before the door, and looked at Alejandro and Lena “Because in a not too distant future, Countess Belladonna will now not have to follow the wishes of the oh-so mighty husband Magnus, but instead have an army and a bloodline of her own. These two shall be the cornerstone of my own empire, and they shall build me a throne, to rule as I see fitting. However, we must give them a name, so they can be recognized.” She fetched two golden rings from a small satchel and muttered a few unintelligible words. Sinister blood red letters appeared on the rings forming the same word. “The world shall know them as the Dragovicz, for they shall be powerful as dragons.” With a flick of her hand, she conjured two silver chains and attached the rings to them. She then went to the children and hung one of the chains with a ring around each of their necks, them both having fallen unconscious in the meantime. She then went towards the exit again. “Oh, and Ajax.. Don't ever ask me ´why´!”

Count Leonardo Dragovicz

The Red Lance

Lieutenant 2
Count Leonardo Dragovicz
Vampire Lord
Level 1 Lore of Vampires
Mount: Barded Nightmare
Powers: Red Fury, Quickblood, Beguile (95)
Magic Items: Giant Blade, Dawnstone, Book of Arkhan (free) (85)
Gear: Heavy Armor, Shield (9)
 + 1 Wound
Points: 433

The heir to Count Alejandro and leader of The Red Lance - known for tirelessly defending the borders of Miladra, and from time to time leading assaults against nearby threats. Leonardo is more aggressive than his well-balanced father, which is speculated to be the reason why he is kept away from administrative business. The forces of The Red Lance have been seen by very few of the inhabitants of Miladra, but their existence is well-known, and held accountable for the peaceful conditions, compared to their Tilean neighbors.

The safety of Miladra has been left with lesser officers, as Count Leonardo Dragovicz leads The Red Lance as the forward part of the Miladrian invasion force.

Countess Lena Dragovicz

Lithrum Castle Battalion

Lieutenant 1
Countess Lena Dragovicz of Lithrum Castle
Vampire Lord
Level 4 Lore of Vampires
Powers: Dark Acolyte, Master of the Dark Arts (100)
Magic Items: Talisman of Preservation, Sword of Swift Slaying (free) (45)
Gear: Heavy Armor, shield (9)
Points: 479

Lena is the younger sister to Alejandro, but where her brother is noble and seemingly philanthropic, Lena is malicious and feared by all her subjects. She masters the dark arts, and is rumored to be behind her brothers ascension to power. Her castle Lithrum is a dark, cursed place and home to wicked experimenting and grotesque creations. It rarely sees any visitors and stands like a dark and twisted younger brother, to the glorious Miladra Castle.

Having left her husband in charge of the castle, she leads Lithrum Castle Battalion into battle.

Count Alejandro Dragovicz

Miladra Castle Battalion

Leader
Count Alejandro Dragovicz of Miladra Castle
Vampire Lord
Level 3 Lore of Vampires
Powers: Red Fury, Quickblood, (80)
Magic Items: Ogre Blade, Armor of Destiny, Feedback Scroll (free) (90)
Gear: Shield (3)
Points: 463

Alejandro Dragovicz, count of the City State Miladra and lord of Miladra Castle, is the rarely seen head of the ruling family. As cunning and calculating as he is powerful, he is the main cause of the regions prosperity the last 20 years, since he replaced the former count. He has made a name for himself by increasing the output of the lands manifold, and by hiring magical- and technological researchers to work in his courts. The population is happy about the wealth of the region, although a bit mystified over Alejandro's seemingly lack of ability to age. The coming campaign is his first major offensive war, though he is an experienced tactician, due to the frequent invasion attempts on the area.

He leads the Main Battalion usually stationed at Miladra Castle.