The sound of battle resounded through the merciless jungle, the din of birds and other creatures of the continent momentarily lost in the clash of metal on metal. Scant months after the Dark Elven invasion of Lustria, war had returned to the ancient groves.
"Captain, I want your free companies wheeling on the enemy flank, they've concentrated their best troops in the center, if we can collapse their flanks we've won this."
"Sir, I can't promise we'd even manage to do that, they've got swamps to their right flank."
"Our scouts reported solid ground only an hour ago,"
"I've given up trying to understand this damn jungle sir, but it's worse for them as it is, plat armor does you little good against quicksand."
"Very well, have your men support the front line, first, get a message to Captain Vern, I want his muskets on their back ranks within five minutes."
Marshall David Amsel watched the lightly armoured officer run through the undergrowth to reach the position the black powder regiment was situated on. Thankly they'd managed to keep the majority of the muskets dry, even if they'd had to abandon two hellblasters in the jungle, the crews had shortly been lost to a jungle cat the size of a destrier, which generally solved the issue of how to put them to work without their expensive warmachines.
The Marshall was in command of the latest, and largest for a good while, Imperial Expedition to the New World, hailing from Nuln, Amsel's secondary goal was to establish a trading colony for the powerful merchant factions of his home city, although primarily, it had become a war against chaos forces seeking to take control of the region, he was unaware of their purpose, but they were Norsecans and that was damn well enough for him. He had been fortunate to locate one of the only clear vantage points in the area, from here he could just about see the opening stages of the grand melee some 200 meters in front of him. A large warband of Chaos Warriors had barreled into the imperial lines, although devastating as that may be, the swordsmen were holding and would shortly be reinforced by the free companies. His biggest worry was the potential presence of a chaos sorcerer, they had lost their attached Fire Wizard to sickness some two weeks into the expedition, leaving them to his rather eccentric and untested apprentice, the lack of magical defense worried him, but those matters were for other minds, he would focus on problems he could solve.
Moments before the free companies could join the combat, an earsplitting roar broke out over the battlefield. With the vast amount of foliage blocking his view of most of the combat, Amsel's immediate fear was that his worries about enemy magical support had come true. This assumption was shattered when he caught the glimpse of a flash of red scale scant meters from his less obscured view of combat, before a colossal reptilian beast smashed into both Chaos and Empire battle lines alike. The continued roaring of the creature and the relatively unobstructed view almost caused his horse to bolt, however he retained control for long enough to regard the battlefield again. The terrifying monstrosity was making short work of both human forces, equally worrying an unfamilar light blue had begin to mix in with the fighting figures. It would seem the mysterious inhabitants of the continent had finally shown themselves.
"Runner, belay my last orders, have the blackpowder regiment form up in defensive positions, I will not have us fall to a bunch of sava..." Amsel never finished his sentence, a large dart bursting through the back of his neck, giving him enough time to look down at the barb now extending from his throat, before collapsing from his horse in fits of coughing blood.