Y/n's army marches into Bretonnia. Their main goal is to deal with the red duke.
The caravan marches through the land and eventually find themselves in a village that is setting up makeshift fortifications.
Y/n walks up to who seems to be leading this effort.
Y/n: Is the enemy approaching?
The leader turns to face him.
Leader: Who are you? Nevermind! Please help us! An army of the red duke is heading this way. We are just poor farmers. If we lose this land we will be as good as dead.
Y/n: Fear not. We will keep you safe.
Y/n set his forces up on a hill. The slope made sure that any advancing army would have to fight uphill.
They stand there for over an hour before an army of the red duke can be seen in the distance. Y/n's forces become alert as they take formations and get ready for the horde of the undead that are coming to try and break their resolve.
As the undead army approaches, artillery and archer fire cut swathes into their forces. They start running full force at Y/n's men.
This undead army was only zombies. But the sheer mass of it can still cause many problems.
As the horde clashes with the frontline of Y/n's infantry, the spearmen and halberds find themselves relying on luck and positioning to avoid any attack.
Y/n sends his backlines around the side to encircle the enemy. Starting wide and using cavalry to plug any gaps in the backlines.
As the circle gets tighter and tighter, soon enough the zombies can not even move, allowing them to be slaughtered like livestock.
Eventually the last of the horde is sent back to the grave where they belong.
Y/n's men cheer in victory. A coat of arms can be seen in the distance. The colors belong to the king of Bretonnia Louen Leoncoeur.
Louen's forces approach Y/n's as the king himself rides out ahead to meet with Y/n.
Y/n of course meets the king.
Louen: Hail, Y/n Franz. You have come to assist us?
Y/n: Of course. We come to assist Bretonnia and it's armies.
Louen: We are used to conflict. However we are victims of timing, and dark times.
Y/n: We can help with the red duke.
Louen: Let us handle that. We need you to help elsewhere. The fay enchantress, has been captured.
Y/n: I see. Where must we go?
Louen: Down near Tilea. We know that the beastmen hold her captive. No doubt the chaos gods want to corrupt her soul. For her body is temporary. It is absolutely moronic to believe that they could achieve such a goal. I have attempted to appeal to Tilea to help with her rescue, but I have only received silence.
Y/n: I assure you, my caravan can and will rescue her.
Louen nods.
Louen: You have my thanks. May you be blessed with success.
Y/n and his caravan march towards Tilea. To find the herd responsible. No doubt that Tilea as well will be thankful that the prince will remove the herdstone that plagues the area and marks blood grounds.
As his army marches, Bao walks beside Y/n.
Bao: Y/n?
Y/n: Yes? What is it Bao?
Bao: Do you feel...strange?
Y/n: Strange in what way?
Bao: It feels like the air is heavy here. Like really heavy. It's like I'm being weighed down.
Y/n: No. I do not share that feeling.
Y/n thinks for a moment.
Y/n: After this. We will see a friend of mine, he should be able to figure it out.
The caravan finds the site of the herdstone. As expected the herd is there, waiting for them. However something unexpected is there as well.
A lord of change. One of Tzeentch's greater deamons.
The lord flys up above the herd and looks down upon the caravan.
It's eyes look at Bao who looks up at the deamon.
The herd begins to march towards Y/n' caravan as they take up defensive formations.
The lord of change seems to go for a spell. But nothing seems to come of it. The lord looks around in confusion. The winds of magic seem to die all around him.
However the wind whips with such ferocity around Y/n's caravan. It becomes so dense that the normal wind reacts as well, moving with such ferocity and speed that it sounds like a thunderous charge.
Y/n: What is happening?!
Bao looks around and feels something awaken in him. He remembers the maw helping him before. And the magic that came from it.
Bao looks at the incoming horde of beastmen. It's numbers numerous, but condensed.
Bao focuses and a large and hungry pit of teeth appears in the middle of the beastmen. Claiming many lives.
Vogg: Impossible! That kind of magic! It is impossible without proper ingredients!
Y/n: What?!
Vogg: The boy, he is incredible! He is using magic of the great maw itself!
Bao looks on as the beastmen fall into the pit. The lord of change looks on with curiosity before laughing to himself and flying away.
The remainder of the horde makes it and smashes against the frontline.
Vogg approaches Bao and lifts him onto his shoulders.
Vogg: Alright little one. What else do you got?!
Bao: I...I don't know. I just remember the maw doing that.
Vogg: Well you did great either way. Didn't even know that was possible.
Y/n and his troops begin to fight the herd. Victory is now certain.
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warhammer. male prince reader insert.
FanfictionBeing the prince of the empire, Y/n must journey and find new ways to secure his place. He must forge alliances and conquer enemies. But can he stay true to his people?
