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Karl von Schiffeld; fluff and rules
Topic Started: Dec 15 2004, 06:01 AM (326 Views)
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Karl von Schiffeld:

It was the year of 2076, exactly 25 years after the death of Vlad von Carstein, when the whole Empire thought to be released from the vampires, that Karl von Schiffeld, a young nobleman from Ostland, looked over the battlefield before him. His soldiers were cold, hungry and tired. The pouring rain soaked their once new and shiny uniforms. The rain even sipped through his family armour, that had been passed from father to son for many centuries. It fitted Karl perfectly, like it did his father and other ancestors. It protected him against swords and arrows, as well as against spells from enemy wizards.

Returning to the here and now, he looked at the other side of the battlefield, and he saw a huge undead army, not bothered by the cold rain, nor by the need for food and sleep. Karl hadn’t fought the living dead very often before, but his father had learned him their skills and weaknesses. He had no reasons to fear them anymore now, because he knew fear was the biggest weapon the undead had. But his men didn’t know what he knew, so they looked horified at what was coming their way. Karl spoke to his men: ‘If we do not stop these creatures of the night, they will burn our villages, kill our wives and children and kill ever more brave soldiers of the Empire! I can see in your eyes, that you fear this enemy. But I tell you now: fear them not! Because in battle, fear means death. Overcome your fear, and we will overcome this enemy. For the Emperor!’ ‘FOR THE EMPEROR!’ yelled his men back at him. Karl could only hope that his men could control their feelings, and fight, because he knew that if they would fight, they would stand a chance to stop the undead horde.

He ordered his men to prepare for the defence, and sell their lives at a high price, or, even better, sell them not. As the battleline of the undead horde crashed into the brave Imperial defenders, Karl hasted himself to the place where the fighting was the thickest. He slaughtered skeleton after skeleton, and zombies in the dozens, only to see them rise from the ground again, taking with them his former loyal soldiers. He knew he had to kill the general of this army to stop it all, because leaderless, the army would start to crumble.

The general wasn’t difficult to spot, it was a tall vampire, entirely clad in perfect suiting armour. Except the head, the head was uncovered. His skin was pale, his hair was black, and he killed Karl’s men as if they were little children, unable to even scratch the vampire’s armour. Karl fought his way to the vampire. When the vampire spotted him, he looked at him and said: ‘So this is what the big Emperor sends to stop me? A little boy, barely old enough to wield a sword?’ The vampire started to laugh, yet there was no sign of happiness in that laugh, it was the laugh of someone who hadn’t felt the pleasure of joy for many long years, maybe even centuries or millenia.

The words of the vampire about him being a young boy made Karl mad, and the laugh made it even worse. He grasped his sword and ran recklessly towards the vampire, he heaved his sword above his head and swung it towards the vampire’s neck. The vampire stood still, apparently unable to react. Karl’s blade was now only inches away from the vampire’s neck. ‘This is it! I’m going to kill the vampire and stop this battle!’ thought Karl. But then, in the fraction of an eyewink, the vampire reacted and thwarted Karl’s blow. Karl stood there a few seconds, staring at the place he should have hit the vampire. How could this be? The vampire’s head should be laying on the ground by now. How could any creature react with this speed? Of course, the time he had needed to get his sword to the vampire had seemed like ages, but he knew he had striked so fast that none of his own men had been able to see his sword.

The vampire spoke, releasing Karl from his trance: ‘You see now you can’t kill me? No mortal man is able to kill me. It is a great thing to be a vampire, why don’t you join me? I’ll reward you greatly, I will make you a vampire, and maybe some day, I will let you command part of my army!’ Karl saw that he had no chance of killing the vampire, but to just surrender himself to his enemy? He looked in his opponent’s eyes, and the eyes of death looked back at him. ‘Who are you?’, Karl asked. ‘I am Jules de Lacourt, a servant of the Hellraiser, and I’ll teach you the way of the vampire’, was the answer. Before Karl knew what happened, he felt a pain in the side of his neck, as the fangs of the vampire sank deep in his flesh, drinking his blood. Karl felt his life leaving his body, his knees becoming too weak to hold the weight of his body, he sank to the ground, defeated. But Jules said to him:‘Drink this, and you’ll live, forever’. As soon as Karl drank the warm blood offered to him, he felt his strength flooding back to his body. As he stood up again, he felt he was stronger than ever before, but also thirstier then ever before. Yet it was an unusual thirst, a thirst he had never felt before. It was the thirst for blood.

In the years to come Karl won many battles, and proved his worth time after time. Jules was his teacher and the Hellraiser his lord.


If you decide to take Karl in your army, he will be the army’s general, unless the Hellraiser himself, or Jules is present too. Karl takes up a lord choice, but will also take up an extra hero slot (ie, Karl counts as both a lord and a hero choice). You may only use Karl if you and your opponent have agreed before the battle begins.

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points: 450
weapons: Warblade
armour: Armour of the Von Schiffelds and a shield
magic: Karl is a level 2 wizard and may use either Necromancy or the Lore of Death
mount: Karl goes to battle riding a barded steed

special rules:

Karl is a vampire from the Blood Dragons bloodline, and has the Heart Piercing and Master Strike special bloodline powers, as described on p. 54 of the Vampire Counts armybook.

magic items:

Warblade

Karl has taken this blade from a Brettonian Duke many centuries ago, and has always carried it with him since that day.
The blade gives Karl +1 attack, and +1 strength

Armour of the Von Schiffelds
This piece of armour has been made by a great High Elven smith for Hein von Schiffeld (one of Karl’s far ancestors), because Hein saved the Elf’s life on two separate occasions. The armour has been worn from generation to generation since that moment, and always fitted the wearer perfectly, no matter what the size of his body was.
The Armour of the Von Schiffelds counts as full plate armour, and in adition confers a 5+ ward save.

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please note that this was written during SoC, when Karl had only just joined the Hellraiser. nowadays, Karl has left the Hellraiser and has gone solo :D
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Nice story, & character...
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