Marshal’s Log, Entry 12:
This might be one of our bleakest days yet, for today we have fought against those we would usually call allies.
As we pushed ourselves wearily towards our next path to protect, we found ourselves upon an increasingly narrow pass. The battles we have endured have broken something within us, for when we saw a shape on the horizon trying to take the same outpost as us, both me and my men were lost in a incendiary frenzy, unwilling to give an inch to our mysterious foes. The only thing we noticed was the great creature following in their wake, as tall as the mountains in the background.
Taking the initiative, I ordered a march at the double at the outpost. While Volgi and Howler gave covering fire, releasing a barrage at the stature in the distance, we ran at our objective as if it was pouring Aqua Ghyranis. While we were all exceptionally fast, we were nothing compared to our new steam tank who with a terrible sound barrelled recklessly ahead, firing cannonballs and bullets like the many heads of a Hydra going berserk. It was not long before we lost sight of it as I ordered my men to push forward and maintain fire on the strange monster in front of us.
Suddenly the earth seemed to shake and move as a strange rune formed before us, formed by various rocks that shakily held form. Then we felt our limbs stiffen and saw our flesh grow grey. Mikulitschku clearly did not appreciate this as he smashed the rune apart with his great mace, but soon the rune formed again, and the process of petrification continued. Many a fusilier got turned into a living statue, displaying a face of terror as they were consumed by granite.
It was here were we met our foes. A group of lean warriors bared down upon us, striking down our ogor with perfect strikes. I was here where we finally got a good look at our foes; It was the Xhensian War Host who looked stared at us with the same face; fury, slowly turning to horror as we saw who we were facing.
We both immediately stood down and sent out emissaries to find out what had happened. We heard that after our last message, our Lumineth allies had experienced great hardship as well. So much so, that when their great mountain spirit, an amazing being to behold, was attacked, they were lost in the same fervour to take the mountain post. Tokens of friendship and apologies were sent forth as we both felt great regret in attacking one another. The Lumineth had made the greatest push on the outpost, and it was considered theirs, which they immediately claimed by drawing their great runes of cleansing on the area. Of all the battles we have faced, this one leaves me with a great feeling of shame; never again do I wish to fight one of Sigmar’s allies.