"On the ancient temple of Antenorian forge, Angry of vengeance the forgotten nemesis come. Over plumbum gates they spread the scourge, to steal their metallic glory great slaughter is done." Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
OST - Sopor Aeternus - Imhotep
Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here. ~ Dante Alighieri 256.M1-321.M1.HolyTERRA, La Divina Commedia, Inferno, Canto III
Sinister echoes and clangors resound in the deep, immense caves of Yorg, than silence. A planet that doesn't exist, that can not exist, a non-place, sung by bards in the most nefarious infernal rings. The forges of Yorg, the deafening furnaces of pestilence and steel, where dumb zombies silently work, lashed by demons under the evil sight of the dark mechanicus tech-priests. Yorg, the living, steel tomb. A dead planet beyond the eye of terror, living in the immortality of the dark power that sustains it, and without which will flake off in an instant: Nurgle. A Slaanesh sorcerer in power armor holds back the anger, in the midst of such great putrefaction. Powerful yet insignificant, insignificant stands in front of a titanic effigy, immense, no end in sight. So great is that it seems part of the main cave of Yorg, but it's not. Titanic huge engine, the first, the largest among all its own. In a non-planet, in a non-place, a Nameless fallen and an archduke of the deepest infernal rings are face to face. The sinuous voice of the blasphemous Nameless priest pours into the immensity of the cave, alone in the middle of an iron void. In response, like the thunder of a rotten god, immense echoes the voice of the Prince of Ade: terrible, unholy, unclean.
<< I come to you, in the name of Abaddon the despoiler, the one and only true heir of the imperial, golden throne. >>
<< The true heir of the imperial, golden throne, you say? The narration of the last ten thousand years is false and tendentious. Written by those who call themselves: imperium. >>
<< It's time to rewrite it in a new, eternal light, Great and Unreachable Shu-Turul, Lord of the Death's heads Outlaws battlegroup, Destroyer of the system of Amnithia, Minas Carados, Elberor, Tunga; Dominator of Yorg and choosen of Nurgle, the Great father. But we need the proper instruments. >>
<< Instruments, you say? For what Abaddon the despoiler has sent you here, nameless? To incense and pray our glorious putrescence? >>
<< No, immortal, covered of glory. Your most beloved revenge marries our greatest treasure, glorious instrument of victory. On Piombus, headquarters of the damned Hells Angels Legio Metalica battlegroup, lurks and hides an ancient artifact. There, where lies the secret of steel, your maxium premium, there lies guarded a book, among millions, in the deepest and darkest libraries of the Adeptus Mechanicus. I summon you and your legion. I promise you revenge. I promise you glory. I promise you the secret of steel! >>
<< The huge gates of Aurelio are between us and the city of Charcall. It could take months of siege to shoot them down, as long as we have all this time to lay a such long-term siege, undisturbed. Even at the head of a massive cultists and black legion army, nothing will guarantee us a certain superiority to march to victory. And if we fail, who knows when we will be given a second chance. Piombus system will be fully psychically protected and interdicted from the warp jump. >>
<< In the decisive hour, my Immense, one who will open the iron gates will be found. Indeed, my Rotten Majesty, we have already found him. Immortality, after all, is not a trivial gift. >>
<< Nameless. You can go, now. Go, and tell Abaddon that we will march togheter, again. it's time to rewrite history with their blood. >>
Shu-Turul, its legs are stubby and immense, two huge gates into a microcosm of horrors. On each of them the immense face of a horned demon vigil on every maggot, worm, nurgling, zombie or unclean beast entering or leaving its body. Billions of flies buzzing and project by festering boils and countless cannon mouths. The dome one time devotee on its shoulders has now exploded into a sprawling writhe of pulsing veins and infected tissues, pregnant of pestilence and horror, ready to be thrown by huge, immense howitzers. Its entire body is a collection of damned faces screaming their pain and dark fate. Its left arm still bears the immense plasma annihilator, while the right arm bears four, terrifying missiles: weapon of mass destruction. Its head is a deformed neck from which emerges a hideous demon face, unwatchable, with an eye that almost overflows by a falling orbit. It started its march at the Emperor's side, conquering the galaxy and founding the imperium in his Name, but this march ended up with Horus, destroying what tried to build.
Shu-Turul, died without dying, there, where the temple is an empty, transfiguring, glorious ruin of guns and turrets, immortal in a filthy, self celebrating, pompous putrescence. The dome is empty, but it lives: Imperator class titan, immense engine of death. It borns as Nova Lux, built to found a new light, a new dawn for the Imperium of men, but to date, in the imperial archives, it's only known by the name of its traitor legate and the horrendous list of stellar systems attacked and destroyed by his nefarious Legion: the Outlaws Death's head battlegroup, now Legio Mortis.
<< We are mortal beast of flesh, we are men, we are mankind, son of Eros and Thanatos. We are the warchilds. and with us will set the whole universe. After us, the Great flood. >> Princeps James Draco on warlord titan Lux Vindicta
A horrendous avalanche, a bastard fate, to be faced open-chested. Fierce, angry. Come on! bawdy beast, Courage, green demons: strike your hardest blow.
<< Army of the Imperium! Stand your ground and fight! >> Veteran Princeps Julius Zar on Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor
And the avalanche, moved by blind fury, by an imperishable rage, hungry of booty, and glory, and booty again and conquest throws forward! The blood axes battlefortress at crazy speed climbs the ramp of the abandoned nuclear power plant and spurs the ordinatus minoris, devastating it in a siege of axes, grenades, and fangs.
The umpteenth assault unleashes the green fury on the whole battlefield, and the snakebite Gargant along with the last speedstas intercept and slaughter the regiments of imperial guard on the run until the last man. A cruel massacre, as in a battle like this there isn't space for mercy.
But the cry of mankind becomes a roar of golden flame. Golden, like the throne of its Immortal God, and Lord.
The colossus robots advance and opening fire against the kult of speed cause a dozen victims and force the rest to flee.
The imperial forces not in disarray tighten the ranks, and go on to counterattack. The regiment of leman russ tanks behind the bridge in center field opens fire on the snakebite Gargant, covering the orderly retreat of the skitarii demi-century.
<< The dawn will not come that we will wake up all in Hades, green bastards. >> Veteran Princeps Julius Zar on Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor
With gigantic, decisive and solemn steps, Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor advances and assaults the stormboyz horde, who in a few minutes is annihilated by the support fire of the imperial infantry, and torn to pieces by the twenty praetorian combat servitors disembarked from the immense titan. The primary objective of the ork is now inevitably challenged. The Great Gargant in front of Nuntius Fragor doesn't accept the challenge, and moving sideways it moves away from its fearsome power fist.
The battle is over. On all the contact lines the imperial and orcish forces, decimated and massacred, begin a prudent retreat from the respective lines of fire and assault.
The battle is over, while the Great Gargant and the battle's hero and commander Nuntius Fragor warlord titan retreat threateningly each other, like two beasts sure of their mutual self-destruction.
The battle is over, and is another bloodbath.
The battle is over, but not the war. Galrisian calling.
TURN 4. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 0 ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 0
Military result: Orks military superiority Tactic result: Draw Draw
"Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard. It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come." --Julius Caesar from "Julius Caesar" (Act 2, Scene 2) - William Shakespeare
OST - AC/DC - Hail Caesar
Squeeze metal on metal, while the plates are writhing of rage, fire, death and glory. The wind whistles and inflates the immense banners of the Legio Metalica Hells Angels division, while the crude ork flags soar arrogantly from the top of their gargants. Huge columns of smoke and fire are plunged by the immense boilers of the living effigies of Gork and Mork. Immense feet ready to stomp everything, monstrous, huge tracks ready to leap forward. To screech, to tear, to overturn, grind. As gods of two races in an eternal struggle, gargants and titans are ready to slaughter each other, while under their shadow, like ants, swarm, fight and die hundreds of orcs and men. The Gods, walk.
Sons of Piombus.
« We're thirty of a clan, and with the Death thirty-one. Eia! Eia! The last one! Eia! Eia! Alalà! » Legio Metalica Hells Angels division Battle Cry.
<< Sons of Piombus! Full speed ahead! >> Veteran Princeps Julius Zar on Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor
The immense Big Krawler plunges rage and death from innumerable pistons and chimneys, a boiling boiler ready to overwhelm the red army, but again they are quicker. With decisive steps the reaver titan Portae Custos advances, at the head of its army it unleashes a firestorm against the horde of killa kans and dreadnoughts, destroying half a dozen and forcing the survivors to flee. Chest out, shining eyes, not fearing death Portae Custos stands before the Big Krawler, ready to hold up the shock of the inevitable assault. And the metallic monster launches forward.
The Big Krawler followed by the speedstas launches the assault, overwhelming the entire army of the reds. The immense beast rushes towards the reaver titan, an avalanche of steel strikes on the right leg of the titan, while with the left feet the reaver titan dominates the beast from above, dragging it back towards Lux Vindicta warlord titan, which unleashes its fearsome laser burner and melta cannon in a now unbearable firefight for the gargant.
The reaver titan, limping, advances beyond the Big Krawler in flames, dragging behind it the legio cybernetica and the skitarii demi-century, in a now vain firefight against the speedstas. The fearsome dragsters deflect the storm of blows, and for very little, the victory, clear, decisive, lethal, escapes from hand, in the most black and unlikely bad luck. Driven back, the defeated Piombus army withdraws at the shadow of the reaver titan, defeated and damaged, but proud of having destroyed the Big Krawler gargant.
<< Fuck! Where are you Luck that helps the brave? Bitch! Luck was lacking, not courage! Fuck you Gork and Mork! >> Princeps Fabius Faber on reaver titan Portae Custos
<< You're not alone Fabius! For the Omnissiah! Fire and steel is upon you! >> Princeps James Draco on warlord titan Lux Vindicta
Lux Vindicta warlord titan, given the bad turn of the forces at its right, assaults frontally the immense stompa mob before it's too late. A furious firefight explodes between the titan and the ten stompers, but the void shields protect the titan, which unleashes its laser burner and melta cannon for a second time, sweeping out the stompers into a desolation of incandescent debris and roaring flames. An overwhelming victory that immediately rebalance the front.
The regiment of leman russ tanks above the hill opens fire on the soopa zzapp fortresses, destroying another one, while the second regiment prepares an overwatch fire, to protect the collapsed front from a possible planetary assault of the ork landa.
The fury of the battle flares without respite, and this time it's the great gargant that advances, unleashing a hell of fire on the HQ mechanized infantry regiment. Flesh, bodies, plates, tracks, at dozens jump in the air like burning embers, to fall like dead ashes, dead leaves that fall dozens of yards away. A terrifying cannonade, which breaks the regiment's kidneys.
The bodies and tank chimeras are still burning, that the kult of speed throws itself on the vile assault of the macharius super heavy tanks and stormtroopers in disarray. A cruel massacre to which no one escape, followed a few minutes later by the retaliation of the ordinatus minoris armed with the vulcan mega bolter, which exterminates the vile ork speed freaks, that retreat among the rails.
The bad moon clan, in the hellish mess, unleashes a deadly substained fire against the HQ mechanized infantry regiment, completing the massacre. Only one hellhound tank, and thirty soldiers manage to escape behind the abandoned nuclear power plant.
The imperial response is immediate, with the bombardment of the manticores against the speed freaks outriders, but being well perched the damage is light, and only a couple of warbikes are knocked down.
The last soopa zzapp fortress moves fast in front of Nuntius Fragor warlord titan, and with its soopa zzapp gun knocks down two void shields.
The battle on the imperial right flank is a terrifying fire. The repeated sorties in depth of the orks have swept and weakened the imperial first lines and the reserves, now only Nuntius Fragor warlord titan and a handful of imperial guards are what remains to advance to the heart of the orchish front.
On the other side, the reaver titan and the red army is in disarray, defeated when the victory was at hand! The leman russ tanks, with the warlord titan Lux Vindicta is what remain of the imperial strenght. The forges of Ruhr shine with light, flames, glory and sacrifice.
But the battle rages, rages, and rages again. The ordinatus minoris with the volcano cannon tries to stop the blood axes mob destroying its battlefortress, but the hit is inaccurate, and it only damages the fortress, that advances and surrounds the ordinatii minoris.
The blood axes mob fires at the ordinatus minoris armed with the volcano cannon, forcing it to retreat.
<< If luck turns our back, Army of the Imperium, we certainly don't give it the ass! Advance and open fire on the Great Gargant! Forward towards their primary objective! >> Veteran Princeps Julius Zar on Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor
With a quiet advance Nuntius Fragor warlord titan opens fire against the Great Gargant, knocking down more than half of its countless power fields. A few minutes later, the last infantry regiment of imperial guard assaults the last soopa zzapp fortress, with the support of the titan who alone annihilates everything who dares to stand in front of it.
The snakebites gargant moves fast among the small buildings once occupied by the piombus army, and giving its back to the reaver titan in disarray, it fires at the warhound titan. The death cannon and the gaze of Mork miraculously miss the target, and with a daring escape Ardens Lupus moves behind the warlord titan Nuntius Fragor, for the last, decisive hour of battle.
<< Boss! For the eight arms of the Omnissiah! My ass is still burning! >> Princeps Bill Hudson on warhound titan Ardens Lupus
The last orc formations furiously forward. The NapoleOrk horde quickly advances towards the center field, running behind the snakebite Gargant. The speed freaks outriders come out in a deadly sortie and destroy the imperial artillery, reached shortly after by the colossus robots in an attempt to stem the ork pincer.
What remain of the blood axes speed freaks warband comes from the ork rearline to stop the march of the imperial guard at the rail crossing, while in the skies the imperial thunderbolt fighters and the ork stukas held at a distance in an air patrol.
Only Portae Custos reaver titan regroups, alone at the head of its army in disarray. Alone, to face the assault of a second gargant. Alone, before the sacrifice instead of the ignominous defeat. Not far away, Lux Vindicta warlord titan is ready to run to its aid, but across the entire front line of the imperial left flank is a succession of orders for help, cover, regroup.
The rail crossing is the place of the imperial retaliation. Nuntius Fragor leads the imperial guards to the ork primary objective, in a desperate attempt to hold them here. Victory is a mere chimera now.
The Ruhr's forges boil with incandescent fury, while like serpents bands of outcasts begin to plunder the bodies of the fallen, dragging corpses, debris, and wreckage into the depths underground of the factory, precious gears for their miserable lives. And while shadowy shadows creep in the darkness, glorious heroes on red and gigantic war machines write their page of death, and glory.
TURN 3. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 1 (defend the flag) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 0
Toll the Great Bell Once! Pull the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump... Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life... Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines - Excerpt from the Catechism of the Autoculus of Mars.
<< XI regiment Ordinatii minoris: sweep away from the face of the planet that mass of metal sheets! >> Veteran Princeps Julius Zar on Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor
Ready, already in position, the two Ordinatii minoris begin to load energy in their terrific weapon systems. Powerful reactors that work thanks to the secrets and prayers of the tech priests, arcane technologies, kept alive by lost technologies and dark litanies. The plasma destructor and the volcano cannon open fire in unison, and from miles a terrifying fireball invests the NapoleOrk Gargant, irreversibly feeding the fire that already devours it from inside and turning it into a giant column of fire, an immense torch on the battlefield. And the first gargant is destroyed.
The reprisal comes immediately. Invested by dozens of incandescent plates of the destroyed gargant, the Zzaap super Fortresses open fire on the leman russ on the hill, incinerating three tanks.
While the three leman russ tanks burn like burning embers, the speedstas open fire, destroying another tank with a soopa lifta droppa, dropping and lifting to the sky for twenty meters for throw it into the rearline. In disarray, and in panic, the survived tanks descend from the hill and hide behind a still smoking chimneys that exhale an eternal last breath on the forges of Ruhr.
OST - Factory Sounds effect
The entire legio cybernetica, including the sentinels mars pattern, prepare an overwatch fire, ready to hold up for the imminent assault of the orcs, that still doesn't arrive and this gives strength to the imperial forces for a rapid counterattack.
<< That horde of blood axes speed freaks must be thinned. I advance and open fire. The Emperor's will is upon you, bastards! >> Princeps Fabius Faber on reaver titan Portae Custos
The Reaver titan Portae Custos advances between the building and the smoking chimneys, and aims all its weapons against the blood axes warhorde; and it unleashes the hell: the Inferno Gun invests in a sea of fire warbikes, trucks, buggies and boyz, while the Gatling Cannon sows death everywhere. The Plasma Cannon emits sparks and bluish lights shaken by pure metal electric discharges, while recharge for the next fire.
Fire! Fire! Fire! The order arrives from Julius Zar immediately after NapoleOrk warhorde destroyed the sentinels in substained fire on the rocky hill. From the rearline the battery of manticores opens fire, devastating the already devastated mob of blood axes; but is with the advance and fire of the ArchMagos skitarii demi-century that comes the fatal blow. The mob flees back decimated to death.
The battle on the imperial left flank turns to the best, and the initiative is still firmly in the imperial hands when, unexpected, a stukas attack on the rearline on the right flank catches the high imperial commands by surprise. A valkyrie is destroyed, and with it a dozen stormtroopers crash to the ground.
Before being able to organize a series of concrete containment maneuvers, the ork blitz brigade leaps out and approaches the macharius super heavy tanks, investing them with two dreaded soopa zzapp guns, and a storm of cannons. One super heavy tanks detonates, while another is damaged, and escapes with the other behind the nuclear power plant.
The NapoleOrk Great Gargant advances inside the space harbor, and unleashes a firestorm against the Ordinatii minoris. The ordinatus with the vulcan mega bolter is not even able to act, and falls back inside the nuclear power plant, defeated, while the void shields of the other two falter under the angry Great Gargant's firepower.
On the right flank the ork horde is unstoppable, and in less than no time, like an avalanche rushes against the imperial forces. The bad moon boyz leave behind them the space harbor, and occupy the mighty building of the giant crane, firing at the Ordinatii minoris, knocking down all the last void shields.
The imperial forces, almost overwhelmed if it were not for the warlord titan Nuntius Fragor, attempt an extempore retaliation, and the stormtroopers on valkyries advance and unleash a storm of missiles against the ork tanks. The tanks are overwhelmed, but unfortunately among the few survivors flee the heavy weapons too.
The battle has now flared uncontrollably, and if on the left imperial flank the orcs are kept in check, the right flank seems ready to collapse.
From the center of the battlefield the evil sunz speed freaks advance, and conquer the rail crossing. An avalanche of fire, machine guns, rude missiles, rifles, pistols crashes into a monstrous orchestra of bullets against the ordinatii minoris, and an unfortunate shot hits the cockpit and the reactors, destroying the ordinatus with the plasma destructor. The last one backs away, also defeated, inside the abandoned nuclear power plant.
Nuntius Fragor warlord titan stands gigantic in the middle of a stormy sea, ready to act, to stop the inevitable with its own steel body. Now is it the first line on the right side.
On the left flank, the orks don't advance, almost discouraged by the imperial impetus, but like a snake ready to strike, the unnerving wait hides an inevitable trap, a subtle, lethal, mortal strategy. The cannons roar, the burning gargant burns like an immense torch that lights up the dawn on the battlefield. the rays of the sun, tired and afflicted, kiss the immense metal sheets like the death, are reflect, dazzle, warm with cold light men, machines and orcs, in a mortal embrace. The apocalypse in the forge of Ruhr rages of flame, death and glory.
On the right imperial flank the battle still blazes, furious, terrible and merciless. The blood axes warhorde mounted on battlefortress advances, and perched on a building opens fire against the stormtroopers, followed a few moments later by the substained fire of the ork death koptas. A valkyrie is destroyed, and with the death of ten other stormtroopers the survivors flee in retreat, defeated, near the macharius super heavy tanks, also in disarray.
OST - AC/DC - War Machine
<< Thats enough!! XXXI° Imperial infantry regiment, forward with me! Conquer the crane! >> Veteran Princeps Julius Zar on Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor
With immense and glorious steps Nuntius Fragor warlord titan advances, bringing its titanic steel body just a few dozen meters from the evil sunz speed freaks warband. Its volcano cannon and its turbo-laser destructor enlighten with fury, and unleash themselves against the soop zzapp fortresses in the distance, hammering them with blows and charring the first one, hit by the furious volcano cannon.
Under the shadow of the machine god the infantry regiment advances through the desolation of the abandoned nuclear power plant, ten ogryns forward, and run to the assault, to conquer the rail crossing. The ork trucks, buggies and warbikes rush against the warlord titan in a desperate as ferocious melee. The imperial fire is massive, and although fifteen soldiers fall under the orks' machine guns, the ogryns hold up the bump and the assault turns to the best for the imperial forces. The warlord titan, hit by lethal as crude short-range heavy weapons, is repeatedly damaged, but only on the surface of its legs. The power fist of Nuntius Fragor, relentless, grabs three ork trucks with a single slap and curls them like paper. After ten minutes of firefight, the ork horde is completely annihilated and alongside the titan lie burning piles of incandescent debris.
<< Order received Boss! I move my ass! >> Princeps Bill Hudson on warhound titan Ardens Lupus
A fast and impressive ride, that one of the warhound titan marching, across the imperial rearline, on the entire battlefield, redeploying from the left to the right flank, a tactical maneuver needed to get out of the "cul de sac" from which it was finished.
The right flank is a fire that relentlessly burns. The massive kult of speed with a rapid movement swoops as raptors on the macharius super heavy tanks in disarray, further damaging one, but the HQ mechanized infantry regiment advances in retaliation at the feet of the warlord titan Nuntius Fragor, and unleashes a firestorm against the speed freaks, destroying a dozen among buggies and warbikes.
And like a wave that rejects on the burning beach what the sea doesn't want hold back, the battle rages on the whole front again. At the center of the battlefield the cult mechanicus hydra tanks advance under the legs of the reaver titan and open fire against the ork speedstas, breaking down few power fields: few of too many, generated by the damned dragster in the middle of the mob.
<< Time to nut up, or shut up! For the Omnissiah, I'm here Faber! >> Princeps James Draco on warlord titan Lux Vindicta
The march of the warlord titan Lux Vindicta makes the earth tremble, a terrible race, a god of steel and fire that, step by step, almost runs along the battlefield. An exceptional sight, which for a few minutes silences the ignorant armies that today and here are massacring each other for victory.
But the gauntlet is immediately picked up, and the big krawler gargant advances. The huge tracks scrape the ground, leaving deep trails of death behind it. The immense metallic beast stops in front of the skitarii demi-century, and disembarking a dozen among dreadnoughts and killa kans, unleashes an incendiary storm of fire on the sons of Piombus. Three chimedon tanks are destroyed by countless big gunz, while a dozen hypaspists vanish carbonized.
From the top of the hill the imperial forces attempt a retaliation, with the advance of the second regiment of leman russ tanks. The tanks open fire, but they destroy only a couple of killa kans.
The Gargant of the snakebites, along with the goff stompa mob, both advance and unleash a hellish fire on the imperial tanks. Four tanks are destroyed, and although they manage to regroup, the blow has also seriously compromised the second regiment of leman russ tanks.
The warlord titan Lux Vindicta and the reaver titan Portae Custos are now face to face with the big krawler and the gargant of the snakebites. The pieces, with mad courage and obstinate folly, have been carried on, until the inevitable. Huge war machines, ready to tear each other, fiercely challenge with their metallic glowing eyes. The hour of truth is next.
Not far away, Nuntius Fragor warlord titan leads forward what remains of the imperial forces, while fortunately the two ordinatii minoris regroup, perching precious firepower behind its metallic carapace. In front of it, the NapoleOrk Great Gargant is approaching, while all around the ork forces almost conquered the imperial right flank. All this has a name in human history. And its name is Apocalypse! Apocalypse at the forges of Ruhr!
TURN 2. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (defend the flag)
Immense war engines advance inexorable, shaking the incalculable tons of rusty steel of the sector. Tanks, men, orks, titans and gargants. The air, stretched to the spasm, is pregnant with death and horror, sacrifice and glory. the first dawn lights filters over thick, dense black clouds like coal, a planet too battered to undergo all this again. But, today, the army of the imperium advances inexorable. No remorse. No retreat. The turning point is here and now. And for those about to Rock, we salute you!
The imperial infantry regiment perched on the abandoned nuclear power plant prepares an overwatch fire, and the same do the NapoleOrk boyz, deployed forward behind the rocky hill. Silence is a fuse ready to explode, few, endless minutes, seconds. And then: a thunder. From the imperial realine two of the three manticores open fire, a salvo of missiles fly to the sky and with a bow of death overfly the rusty sector, crashing over the orkish blitz brigade. A firestorm that destroys one tank and creates havoc among the tanks column.
The explosion instantly pushes the orks to action, and the huge bad moon warhorde quickly advances into the space harbor, running forward.
<< Ophelia Cruiser coordinates acquired: Ork Big Krawler class war engine. Let begin to love a little this beast. For the Omnissiah, ready to launch! >> Princeps James Draco on warlord titan Lux Vindicta
++ Warp missile launcher ready ++ ++ Warp warhead ++ ++ Inquisition launch approved ++ ++ Coordinates acquired ++ ++ unlock codes entered ++ ++ unlock codes accepted ++ ++ Fire at 3 ++ ++ Fire at 2 ++ ++ Fire at 1 ++ ++ For the Emperor! GO! ++
The missile over the warlord titan Lux Vindicta's carapace emits a bold blaze, while all around flashes and bows bend time and space. The missile moves forward, pushed by human propulsion force for shortly break the warp and vanish from this plane of existence. But it's a moment, another blaze in the materium and the missile reappears over the power fields of the Big Krawler, impacting on the hull of the immense war engine. Full plates and blocks of the warengine vanish into the warp, sucked by a short as devastating vortex.
A few minutes after the explosion on the big krawler, the battle has now begun, and slowly the armies begin to conquer the territory. Move forward, far beyond the space harbor, four ork death koptas, scouting in vanguard the area, while on the opposite side the legio cybernetica advances with six colossus robots to the rocky hill. The claws of the imperial eagle and the fangs of the orcs move forward, ready to fall into their eternal, unshakeable, endless struggle.
On the right ork flank, the speed freaks outriders hide in an abandoned hangar behind the rocky hill, warming the engines, ready for the imminent conquest.
Nobody knows who is in command today, among the damned orc rows, but certainly not a shameless one. The Great Gargant dominates the left flank of the orcs, and right from that side start the first pincer maneuver. While the bad moon has conquered the space harbor, ready to go beyond, a massive kult of speed from the heart of the battlefield advances rapidly and passes through space harbor, followed shortly after by the blook axes warhorde mounted on battlefortress, a formidable assault army, ready to surround the ordinatii minoris and the warlord titan Nuntius Fragor.
The macharius "Lucius Pattern" super heavy tanks advance, and with their multi-vanquisher cannons unleash a deadly firestorm against the incoming kult of speed, destroying half dozen trucks.
The rest of the legio cybernetica fearless advances, creating a thin steel red line on the rocky hill: six colossus, three castellan and three cataphract robots.
The arch-magos at the head of the cult mechanicus moves his demi-century, and occupies a complex of buildings and ruins, their primary objective. A few minutes later, even the imperial supreme commander on the HQ mechanized infantry regiment advances to his side, but the first of the Gargants, a massive Gargant of NapoleOrk, advances in retaliation, and picks up the opportunity to unleash its two deadly gatling cannons against the sons of Piombus. A storm of death kill a dozen Hypaspists and five secutors in a rain of bullets.
Around the damn rocky hill, the opposing armies are approaching, cautious but ready to slay each other. The ork speedstas, protected by a miraculous dragster, advance rapidly opening a bizarre and lethal fire against the castellan heavy robots, which hold the bump.
Retaliation, against retaliation, against retaliation, now are three hydra flak tanks, who, by finding a line of sight alongside the skitarii demi-century, that open fire against the speedstas, knocking down one of the many power fields generated by the dragster to the entire mob.
The battle thunders begin to fill the air, and the earth shakes when the Snakebite Gargant march behind the rocky hill, a few tens of meters away from the cybernetic legion.
The whole ork army, crazy of conquest, leaps forward. An evil sunz speed freaks warband moves behind the enormous structure of the crane, rail crossing; but it's immediately reached by the fire of the first ordinatus minoris, armed with a vulcan mega-bolter, which breaks out a rain of death upon their heads, killing half a dozen warbikes.
The first regiment of leman russ tanks advances, NapoleOrk Gargant is in line of sight. The battlecannons begin to hammer uninterruptedly, while the Gargant's power fields begin to collapse under the storm.
<< I'm advancing guys, I have a target now! Ha! Ha! Moderatii, Fire at Will! >> Princeps Fabius Faber on reaver titan Portae Custos
The reaver titan advances, and without delay unleashes its Gatling cannon and Plasma Cannon against the gargant, knocking down the last power fields. A black breach, molten steel, smokes now from the chests of the monstrous steel giant.
But more the imperial forces open fire without mercy, the more the orks' impetus becomes unstoppable. Two monstrous, immense scars: huge tracks tear the ground when the big krawler gargant also moves behind the rocky hill, forming an army ready to roll in a fiery massacre. The NapoleOrk warhorde is ready, all the boyz, in overwatch.
The Soopa Zzapp fortresses advance behind the speedstas, forming a formidable platoon of fire. A shadowsword super heavy tank, advanced shortly before opening fire ineffectively to NapoleOrks Gargant, is targeted, and under the mighty orks' heavy weapons detonates in a spectacular explosion.
On the orks left flank, the blitz brigade moves fast them too: following the strategy of the orkish pincer on the left flank they hide among the huge rails.
<< Do you dared to put off your rusty ass, bastard? I'll send you back to Fungus at kicks in the ass! Ordinatii minoris, follow me. >> Veteran Princeps Julius Zar on Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor
The warlord titan Nuntius Fragor, followed by two ordinatii minoris, advances, bringing the NapoleOrk Gargant in line of sight. Few moments of dense wait, and then all guns blazing! The warlord titan unleashes its Plasma Destructor and its volcano cannon, while one of the two ordinatus, the one armed with the volcano cannon, also opens fire. The Gargant, already hit, is now wrapped in a swirl of flames and explosions, and when the clouds dissipate, a fire out-of-control is devouring it from inside, but yet it still holds, furious.
On the ork right flank, the soopa stompa big mob advances beyond the grand canyon, vaporizing the only colossus robot in range. In front of them, the second leman russ tank company stay firmly in overwatch, protecting with this action the legio cybernetica, the warhound titan and all the external front.
Four sentinels mars pattern quicly advance, protecting the legio cybernetica. The blood axes speed freaks warhorde move against them, but are able only to destroy one sentinel, the other three still hold and hold the forehead.
<< Hey Dudes... here the situation begins to get glowing, I put myself in the midst of those abandoned generators, ready for retaliation! >> Princeps Bill Hudson on warhound titan Ardens Lupus
The warhound titan advances and hides itself among the huge energy generators, out of the contact line, too hot to face it frontally now.
The battle rages without mercy. A Gargant is already in flames, but this doesn't stop of one step the devastating fury of the orks. On the right side, the rocky hill is a watershed, but the assault is now imminent. The legio cybernetica is the first line against the orks war engines.
On the opposite side of the abandoned nuclear power plant, Nuntius Fragor warlord titan leads the super heavy war engines army, slow but inexorable, in front of the threat of the Great Gargant and kult of speed's pincer.
Crawl in the bowels of the sector small bands of outcasts, cultists and ghosts, while above their heads immense war machines contend the sector, the war and victory.
TURN 1. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (defend the flag)
<< What can you say me about Piombus, those on whom we lay the outcome of our destinies, General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers? >> << Ha! Ha! You should have studied more at the Astra Militarum officer academy, General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg. On Piombus reign a triumvirate: the Arch-magos of the cult mechanicus, the barony of the Merovingian, and the Legio Metalica "Hells Angels" division. All three respond to the Great blacksmith of the Adeptus Mechanicus of Istarnor VII° system, on the capital planet Istanor, who, of course, responds directly to Mars. The Baron of the Imperial Knights oversees all the forge-cities on the surface, being the world of Piombus a medieval kingdom. Each city has its noble caste, and at the top of this command is the Great Baron. The Arch-magos of the cult mechanicus, on the other hand, are at the head of the people of the skitari, sagitarii, and every other sentient cyborg in the citadel of Piombus. There are forged the tech-priests needed for the world under Vladimir Mountain and all other planetary cities and infrastructures. Finally, the Legio Metalica "Hells Angels" Division. It's the pinnacle of a civilization surely at the limit, looking from the perspective of the Inquisition, and not only. Such a structure is completely out of the canons of the Astra Militarum codex. No one knows how many people count the "H.A." clan, but it's presumable we talk about a million people, I mean humans, in the deep darkness. To these, two or three million men of Mars of the cult mechanicus live under the mountain, and finally there is the court of the Great Baron, although most of his interests and offices are located on the surface. The "Hells Angels" are a division, or if you prefer, a regiment of the Legio Metalica, the one on planet Metalica. Piombus is an old colony of at least ten thousand years old, and I believe that the distance to the mother planet Metalica and the fact that they are perpetually on the front line, here, before the green river, informally, made it a separate titan legion. However, if necessary, it responds to Metalica's direct orders. We live in an era in which we can not afford to choose our allies, and without those of Mars, our Imperium would return to the carbon era, such as the orcs. Not really, because the orks... And about the orks, Good luck, General! The God Emperor protects. We will meet at the siege of Sigismunda, when we will reconquer everything that belong to us! >>
OST - Sham 69 - If the Kids are United
The reds of Piombus lead the army forward: in front of the column march the VI° Legio Metalica Battlegroup, followed by the Ordinatii Minorus, the Cult Mechanicus, and the CCXLIII° imperial army. High prayers to the Omnissiah and the God Emperor rise to the sky, while solemnly the army of the imperium advances to the battlefield. So different, so united, in their destiny, in their ultimate hour.
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<< Ok, VI° Legio Metalica Battlegroup, I want a fucking job: fast, overwhelming, devastating. We're a fuckin' war machine shot in the ass of these green bastards. No pity assholes! ...in the afternoon I want to be drunk of victory! >> Veteran Princeps Julius Zar on Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor
From the infinite column of the orks, mobs and squadrons by hours went forward, starting to occupy and preside decisive positions on the battlefield. On the arrival line of the orkish massive army, a bad moon warhorde garrisons the space harbor.
Near a major pressurizer, the main objective of the orcs, a stormboyz warhorde garrisons the area, while, not far away, on the orks' right flank, the same do a napoleOrk warhorde and an evil sunz warbike outriders mob.
As the orcs move their avant-garde, even the Imperial forces do the same, with a regiment of infantry occupying the disused nuclear power plant.
To protect the imperial primary objective, at the middle of their deploy, a Legio Cybernetica army composed of six colossus, three cataphracts and three castellans heavy robots guard the forefront.
On the imperial right flank, at the right of the nuclear power plant, Nuntius Fragor warlord titan advances escorted by the ordinatii minorus and macharius super heavy tanks.
The center of the imperial deploy, near their primary objective, is composed of Portae Custos reaver titan, followed by two regiments of leman russ and the vast majority of the imperial infantry.
On the imperial left flank, Lux Vindicta warlord titan and Ardens Lupus warhound titan form the main forces to close the flank from the orks' pincer.
In front of the imperial army the horde of orcs deploys on a larger front, with the Great Gargant escorted by a blitz brigade, a speedfreaks warband and a huge kult of speed.
The rest of the gargants, and the big krawler, deploy on the right flank, facing directly the imperial army, with the rest of the orkish army.
As two battering rams, men and orcs are about to burn the battered, abandoned, Ruhr sector in a dawn of fire, glory and steel.
<< Venus, Neptune will pursue the attack, Tightened, thoughtful. Tormented enemies: Huge the next massacre and the bitter fighting, It will not be heart so strong that will not tremble. >> Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
The red granite stone of the tomb is shattered, and crazy shards are thrown everywhere, sticking in the overhanging tombstone, rubbing the vaguely still painted face of a redheaded little girl. A tomb among hundreds, anonymous. A single name, miserably just legible: Constanze. The shattered tomb collapses into a deep abyss of steps, which now reveal itself at the eyes of the dark priest, who solemnly begins to step down the stairs, shaking off the dust of so much sacrilege. Solemn, at the head of a handful of fallen astartes, Nameless falls into oblivion. A cold wind caresses his, her hair, and hellish images of pleasant massacres outbursts in his mind, while a mild whisper pronounces a name, a mortal name, mortal like its promise. In front of so much supernatural manifestation, Nameless now lights the purple orb on the top of its magic staff illuminating a room that reveals itself in all its marvels. Not a tomb, but the lab of an alchemist. A young alchemist and seer. Feared mortal prophet, whom the flames devoured with all her load of knowledge and mystery.
Alembics, potions, ampoules, amphorae. Piles of books scattered everywhere, and on the well-decorated walls are installed, mazily, ancient paintings, arras, human and xenos heraldries. But wherever they appear randomly arranged, the mystery and the code are revealed. Signs, icons, stars. Anthropomorphic figures pointing to constellations, runes, arcane coordinates that now reveal themselves at the millennial eyes of the Nameless sorcerer, who with supernatural rapidity flows frantically by investigating, discovering, decrypting. Painting, after arras, after painting, when he finally stops in front the last one: The Astrolabe. A ray coming from an aster, which now has a name.
<< Cowards! Those Alaitoc craps have withdrawn, not even the courage to fight until the last. Sons of Horus. Our search is now over. The time of the retaliation is near, and will start from an unsuspected planet: Piombus. Who would have thought? There is the book, and for the fortune of Tzeentch, the mocking, right now, that its titanic defenders are engaged here against the orks. And if they should go back, they will be wasted, ready to fall! Let's open the gates of hell, my minions! Now: we brought this gift to Abbadon's feet. Open your gate, glorious warp! Let's open, Hell! >> The Nameless.
The infernal delegation advances, passing a scarlet vortex that bends space and time, fading away, swallowed by sinuous and horrific tentacles, as wretched voices of agony call them beyond the void. They disappear, silent like ghosts of a lost time, under the incumbent gaze of the child-prophet painted on the self-portrait, while keeping close to her chest the mysterious, damned book, observes them, indecipherable, as the real fortune is.
OST - The Darkest Alleys (Final Stage) - by Perturbator
<< Freedom, useless trinket, whim of an extinct civilization. Nothing more than a cimelion in a museum on Holy TERRA. Freedom is slavery, and this book can open the gates of this cancer. >> Lord Inquisitor Demonstates Flarius. Lord Inquisitor of Istanor VII System.
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ The eldar guardian warhost waits, in overwatch. Peak in the Immaterium, horde of daemonettes summoned ++
++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ The eldar unit breaks the overwatch destroying almost them all, the black legion retinue in dwarf armor assaults ++
++ The eldars reject the assault, out of every statistic, event possible at 13% ++ ++ Collecting data ++
OST - TTOS - Cuiviénen-Iyl. Alaitoc Farseer Eldar Princess.
++ The eldar moves ahead the last two war walkers to patrol the area, but are intercepted by the second forlorn hope retinue, and destroyed ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++
++ The black legion retinue on the hill fires and decimates the Alaitoc guardian warhost ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ Collecting data ++ ++ The last fire dragons and dire avengers exarch meet the warhost in the cemetery for the ultimate resistance ++
++ The black legion retinue moves fast and occupies the forest near the cemetery. Heavy fire. The Guardian warhost retreats ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Maybe a stalemate. Collecting data. Insufficient data ++
++ Battle result: unknown ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Reconstruction complete ++
<< Whatever it was, now it's just a cumulus of ruins. The environments were destroyed by a devouring fire. Inside, we have found high traces of Immaterium, but there is no corpses, nor eldar, nor of other unclean beast. Only ashes of... who knows what, Lord Inquisitor Flarius. If there was a book here, it's now dust with everything else. Report done My Lord. We return to the Inquisition ship, I coordinate the latest operations as ordered by your Majesty. >> Inquisitor Dario Diaspora.
<< Luna fell into deep darkness, Its brother grey tint: The great hidden for a long time in the night, He puts his claws in the ancient wound.
The great theater is to straighten, Beast on stage and nets thrown: gambling the fate played, from cults the iron city made confused and schismatic.
Where is the promise of faith, the promise will be broken Enemies of enemies will feed: Fire will rain from the sky, burn, interrupted, At night, the action taken. Chiefs will make discussions and complaints.
Venus, Neptune will pursue the attack, Tightened, thoughtful. Tormented enemies: Huge the next massacre and the bitter fighting, It will not be heart so strong that will not tremble.
Like a gryphon swoops down the wicked alexandrian Accompanied by those traitor of Aquilonia Of blacks and impious lead large troop They will go against the king of Babylon.
Near the gates and within the city There will be scourges never seen, Famine within plague, people put out by steel, Crying to Mankind Mortal God for relief. >> Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
TURN 4. End turn. CHAOS: 1 (defend the flag) ELDAR: 1 (break the spirit)
Military result: draw Tactic result: draw Strategic result: draw draw
"Some may question your right to destroy ten billion people. Those who understand realise that you have no right to let them live!" In Exterminatus Extremis - Holy Inquisition.
OST - Dynatron - Dust of the Saturn
Exterminatus
Exterminatus extremis is the obliteration of a world's entire population through some form of weapon used from orbit or nearby space. It is the most extreme method of dealing with some form of heresy, corruption or alien infiltration which has taken root within a planet's population. Accordingly it is only used in the most extreme of circumstances, when the level of corruption a world bears is so monumental that it cannot be wiped out by any other means. The destruction of the entire population is deemed necessary to prevent the contagion from spreading further.
<< It has risen from the black sea a beast. full of blasphemous words, formed with the feet of the satyr, its forked tail sowing pestilence, its fierce mouth bloodstained, which opens only to blaspheme the name of the God Emperor. Look at its body, head, and tail, of this beast. Never dead. Insolent is the science, Supreme exults dishonesty, licentious the boldness of those who are called to defend the golden throne. Repent, for only the God Emperor can bless us all with victory! Inquisitor Dario Diaspora, Get ready to enter the tomb. >> Lord Inquisitor Demonstates Flarius. Lord Inquisitor of Istanor VII System.
Under the gloomy and hopeless mantra of the servo-skulls the Inquisitor and his delegation of blacks hooded advance, now the cemetery is in front of them. It's clear that the clash has, at some point, concentrated right here. Tombs battered by lascannons, by the shuriken cataputls and explosions of lethal weapons. Of the iron doors, one rest on the ground, while the other still stand, rusty. The cemetery became a battlefield. Inquisitor Dario Diaspora advances, and crosses the threshold of the forgotten gates, under the gaze of the high stute also hooded at his right. Weapons in hand, he advances to a desolate tomb, the only defiled among the many damaged, but with astonishment there is no coffin, indeed, only a stairs that go down into deep darkness. The delegation, in the light of dim flashlights, disappears into the abyss.
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ Another immense breach in the Immaterium ++ ++ Kaela Mensha Khaine summoned ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ The Avatar with the guardian warhost assaults the terminators. Arrive the shining spears too ++
++ Massive support fire from the nearest black legion retinue ++
++ Guardian warhost almost destroyed. Avatar of Khaine disappeared. Terminators destroyed. The shining spears regroup behind the wooded hill ++
++ The black legion retinue with heavy weapons fires and destroys the dark reapers ++
++ The second rangers unit advances and block the way to the cemetery ++
++ Another assault this time from the second forlorn hope. Same result. Rangers killed ++
++ the Eldars don't desist. War walkers move fast with the same mission ++
++ War walkers engaged from the dwarf armors retinue. Annihilated ++
++ The guardian warhost perched on the cemetery probably prepares an overwatch order. The black legion retinue with the noise marines opens fire against them. Some casualites ++
++ Black legion warbikes, summoning some daemons, surround the back of the Eldar army ++
++ The last jetbikes march for consolidate the front of the cemetery ++
++ The last forlorn hope retinue advances and opens fire against the guardian warhost on the cemetery ++
++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ reconstruction almost finished ++
"The sun falls, night in chain, Who is preyed, hunted in pain? Chess ready, pieces are placed, nightwill come, but hopebetrayed."
-From whispering lips of an unknown Harlequin
"For the Harlequins there is no distinction between art and war; they are the archetypal warrior poets, traveling the labyrinthine expanses of the webway, bringing enlightenment to their audiences and certain death to the servants of darkness." Bronislaw Czevak, Inquisitor, Ordo Xenos.
TURN 3. End turn. CHAOS: 1 (defend the flag) ELDAR: 1 (break the spirit)
“ The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown” H.P. Lovecraft - 926M2.Holy-TERRA
OST - Mega Drive - Dataline
++ Holy Terra. Holy Inquisition. Incoming report to Lord Flarius ++ ++ Archive database Golconda opened ++ ++ Authorization Level DARX6674-DD ++ ++ Authorization: ALLOWED ++ ++ File protocol 666617723157432.DA ++ ++ Heresy ++ ++ Child witch: Constanze ++ ++ Psionic class: prophet - seer ++ ++ Verdict: Purge with fire ++ ++ Planet: [CENSORED] ++ ++ Status: Purged ++ ++ Heretic remains unrecovered for a next civil uprising ++ ++ Planet Galrisian sector DTZ35-98745.12 Verdun forest ++ ++ Estimated data analysis: possible tomb of the heretic ++ ++ Aristotle forbidden book ++ ++ Rescue danger: 67% ++ ++ Awaiting further data from the ground ++ ++ Exterminatus Extremis class peril ++ ++ Mantain absolute silence ++
Chapter Six: Laughter as instrument of truth - excerpt from the third book of comedy. Aristotle
<< We are all aware of the immense risk that we will encounter, if the words written there will be heard by human ear, and disclosed in the imperium. Is possible laugh of everything? Can we also laugh of the God Emperor? The laughter destroys fear, and without fear there will be no faith in the Holy Inquisition. If they will find the way to the book... If it will fall in Abbadon's hands the contagion of its heresies will spread through the imperium, determining its ruin. Inquisitor Dario Diaspora, investigate and approach the cemetery. We need more data. >> << Non praevalebunt Lord Flarius. >> Lord Inquisitor Demonstates Flarius. Lord Inquisitor of Istanor VII System.
++ EXTERMINATUS EXTREMIS REQUEST: INITIALIZED ++
The hooded black column procedes silent, scrutinizing in the dark vague shadows crawling silent, sinister echoes and vaguely gurglings, but it's just the noise of their imagination. Everything is dead, here. And what was alive for a long time has fled. Inquisitor Dario Diaspora advances toward the central bridge, observing the signs of the battle and beyond the profile of the abandoned cemetery. The servo-skulls swarm in the sector, all analyzing, all decrypting, all cataloging. If that tomb was uncovered, the danger of the contagion then became real. Words which embody doubts, words of prophecy, words of contagion of a cursed book that only the high spheres of the Inquisition know where it's buried, perhaps, until now.
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ Battle reconstruction in progress ++ ++ Traces of teleport: chaos terminators ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ black legion warbikes assault the eldar jetbikes, annihilating them with the support fire of the terminators. The eldar right flank turned ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ The Alaitoc send the first unit of rangers to block the way to the cemetery ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ A forlorn hope retinue assaults the rangers. Support fire of the nearest dwarf armour retinue. The rangers are destroyed. The way is open ++
++ Another rangers unit try to patrol the cemetery, but probably fail to activate, and regroups on the wooded hill ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++
++ The War Walkers move inside the forest, at the left of the cemetery. The black legion rentinue in front of them breaks the overwatch fire. Exchange of fire from both sides ++
++ The aspect warrior warhost of the howling banshees and the striking scorpions takes cover inside the forest of the wooded hill ++
++ The Black Legion retinue with the noise marines opens fire. Some casualties ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++ ++ The raptor cult on jump pack flies in front of the black legion retinue and assault the eldar close combat unit. A strong firefight. Traces of summoned demons ++
++ The eldar warhost is destroyed ++
++ An eldar warhost of dark reapers move inside the forest, in front of the raptors and opens fire. Some casualties ++
++ An aspect warriors warhost of fire dragons and dire avengers engages the raptors cult, with the support fire of the dark reapers. Raptor cult destroyed, fire dragons and dire avengers decimated. Fall back ++
++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++ ++ Collecting data ++ ++ Immense traces of Immaterium. A Keeper of Secrets is summoned, the terminators move ++
++ The eldar guardian warhost, with their Vibro-cannons and WraithLord opens fire and destroys the Greater Daemon ++
++ The black legion retinue with heavy support weapons perched on the top of the hill opens fire against the dark reapers, decimating them ++
++ Collecting data ++
++ The remaining eldar jetbikes and shining spears march behind the wooded hill, probably to regain the fallen front ++
++ Collecting data ++ ++ Ignorance is strength. War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Incoming data ++
TURN 2. End turn. CHAOS: 1 (defend the flag) ELDAR: 2 (defend the flag, the tomb)
<< 'ere comes the cavalry from the sky! Whoaaa!! >> << Who are you, small thug? >> << I'm Derek Daikun Sir! And you? Take me away with you, I want to fly on one of your fantastic grey spaceships! Pleaaase. I beg you! >> << Haha!! Hey, little kid! There's so much to rebuild here in Galrisian, stay with your parents, they need you. For Russ and the Allfather ...I am one them, a space marine, and I have the feeling that sooner or later we will meet again! And now disappear! >>
[last post of 17 - Galrisian - Save the Red King!]
"Ask not the Eldar a question, for they will give you three answers, all of which are true and terrifying to know." - Teachings of the Unholy. Inquisitor Czevak.
OST - DEAD CAN DANCE THE RETURN OF THE SHE KING
<< Til-Rael, my son, our mission at this crossroads of history is accomplished. Of the endless roads we pushed the night away, we take the dice of fortune through the eras and roll them again. In the long wait, before the archenemy comes at the head of this deception and the prophesied mortal will be born, we will watch over the book, not on Piombus as they trust, but on Abeldar where it is, concealed in a votive temple bearing the name of its promise: hope. >> << How, mother? >> << It may seem cynical to you, but for survive we must haven't any pity. This deception will delay the moves of the Arch-Enemy. One century ago I was here. I saw, my son. Gods are in the details, like the devils of the warp, unfortunately. Sometimes, just move a single painting from its position and you will change the fate of the entire universe. >>
"From Trojan blood will be Aquilonian pride, when at the enemy will be lent the side. Beware, Holy TERRA, by the eye in the ring, Surprised and wounded, pray for the red king." Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
<< Le royaume beyond le river need a new Great Warlord, a new chevalier that can be called: NapoleOrk. We're leaving the planet, but if you will destroy the Red King, no one will discuzz your leadership when la guerre sera finie. >> << I have prepared for him an ambush from which he can't eZcape, Jeza Jar .... NapoleO .... My voice! >> << Zorba, Kill him, et je ll be yours! >>
