Defense of Blood and Fire

Created by Burning Templar

They were coming. Just like the other defenders of Scarra, the Faithful of Our Burning Saviour had prepared for this day. They had toiled endlessly, brought sacrifices and worshipped Our Saviour with all their heart and soul. Now, led in Prayer and Sacred Hymns by their Priests, golden-armoured Templars had joined the other defenders upon Scarra's walls. There were a great many of them. Khornates, Torvig's Reapers, but also the Lich Emperor's undead subjects and the red hosts - Lord Aichmos had gathered a diverse group of Champions to his side.
Due to their Dedication and Faith, the Determination of those gathered, the walls of Scarra had almost become a Living, Breathing thing, one that thrived in prayers and sacrifice.
A long line of people were brought onto the wall, in chains; they were mostly slaves and captives. They had obviously been beaten, and they looked on dead-eyed and obedient. They were brought onto the crenellations around the city walls and laid down, their heads positioned over the edge of the walls, and then - they waited. For grueling hours, they waited, held down with a blade-wielding Khornate Reaver or Sariants warrior standing over each of them.
Then, once the Stormcast and their lackeys advanced, they were executed. All of them, at once.
Their heads were cut off with a fierce swing, their blood flowing freely down the wall in a sacred baptism, to the cheers and screamed challenges of the defenders.
As the attacking army approached, another ritual took place. Along the walls, pyres had been erected. Nine groups of Nine, with only worthy sacrifices chained to the stake; the Templars had taken care of that. As one, the pyres were now lighted.
They burned, and as they burned, they sang Our Saviour praises. Their voices grew loud, and high, took on an unnatural tone, a sacred hymn.
The complicated arcane sigils, symbols and signs painted on the walls slowly started to glow in fiery light.
The Priests' chant grew more intense, ancient hymns of worship booming from a multitude of mouths and beaks over the walls towards the attackers.
This time, however, the burnings and prayers were more than inspiration.
This time, with the tainted arcane power of Tzeentch pulsating in the air, a transformation took place in these pyres. This time, as the human and aelven Sacrifices lost their mortal lives on the pyres, the Fire grew brighter, bigger, more vast than than the pyres could possibly support, and eventually - there was change in the wall itself as well, pulsating energy growing more and more intense.
To the booming chanting of the Faithful, a Wall of Fire shot up into the sky, expanding so that even in flight, none could pass, surrounding the whole city of Scarra with an impenetrable Flaming Wall of Our Burning Saviour's Divine Will.
Those invaders who wished to pass into the city would have to brave Holy Flames first, and they would be burned.
The Templars readied their blessed swords and lowered their massive halberds. The fire's movement reflected in their heavy golden armour. They were filled with resolve and zeal. They were ready.
With a deafening warcry, the minions of Sigmar charged.
A young god's insolence against the Ancient Gods' Glory.