TURN 2
Initiative: ORK/CHAOSOST - The Fog Soundtrack Finale.wmv
<< Sir General Daikun, we have now lost the connection with the star-ships in orbit and with the vessels at the embarkation point too. The Marauder Bomber formation "Aris" has never reached the starcruiser Ophelia. We received this image from their orbital scanner before lose the connection. It's blurred, it seems one eye, but beware: the army of Mandrake is under attack, and if I'm not mistaken, those are the chaos marines ... legion... legion... Do you remember the last message that we had received from Mandrake? Legion... the eye! Black Legion! >>
<< We're screwed! There's more than something that don't "go" on this mission, Commissar Nelson. We had to take the orcs by surprise, and instead a krooz fleet waited us by the warp jump-out. In the lostlands, an mercenary ork army were patrolling the possible landing zones, and finally this ambush on Gorgolia. What the hell is going on? Based on imperial guard codex protocols, being this a blitz operation, in few knew about it, only the elders of Istanor: Lord Inquisitor Malachia Von Frundsberg, King Minos III° and the Great Blacksmith An-te-hai Tung, as well as of course our superior, supreme twelfth Army General Alexander Ross. The Black Legion Marines are here on Fungus, and I have a strange feeling that they are here for us, if they destroy our landing ships, we're definitively screwed! Everyone from first to last. we can't fight! These are men, not Astartes. They don't sleep by forty hours, survived at a terrible battle where, for each of them, they had see die two comrade. Damat's army was defeated and severely damaged. The army of Mandrake maybe we'll not see ever again. The eighteenth regiment can't resist the impact of a further bullet. It isn't a secret anymore, if it ever was, that we're here. Two or three days and the orcs will overrun us. There isn't hope, with no reinforcements and logistics, if not to escape from here. I don't know what's going on, but one thing is certain: before we reach our ships and leave the sector, before we adjure the worst. Nelson Believe me, someone wanted us dead: we are the prey. >>
<< There will be a wonderful celebration soon, I crossed the hall of echoes and the maze of a thousand mirrors not to miss it; and for the occasion we came all four! Call! Call my name! Eldar seer! Call the name of yours fall! Don't you still feel the symphony of yours extinction?>>The Nameless. Black Legion Slaanesh sorcerer.OST - Sopor Aeternus - EldoradoE.A. Poe - 839M2.Holy-TERRA<< Be cursed for eternity and beyond the one who will do it. You, Abbadon mentor. I recognize the hand of the archenemy, and all his malice. You will be thrown into oblivion, we will remove every single trace, every document, everything! The universe will never know that you existed. Nameless.>>Cuiviénen-Iyl. Alaitoc Farseer Eldar Princess.
[Novel created by Commissar Holt on tactical command]~Impressive, your power equals mine, Cuiviénen-Iyl. But you are not alone, my dear. Warlock Idraenor helps you! I can sense him, he cannot hide, from my vision. Quite surprised aren't you? Another pleasure I offer to YOUR god Slaanesh, Cuiviénen-Iyl! *The Nameless Sorcerer arrogantly plagued the warp with his thoughts, knowing that the Farseer Princess is listening.
~That fiend is not my god! It was a mistake to came existant, and it will be tossed back into the shadows where it came from... just as you! ~An effort that you struggling to achive for many millenia... you must be either blind fool, or simply too naive to see a reason. There is no progression, there is no hope...
Nonetheless, my warrior Ermac is on it's way to kill Idraenor. I generosly reveal his location and opportunity to strike. Since we both know, already know, envisioned in the Empyrean...
You entasked Warlock Idraenor to guide the Windrider Troupe, knowing that he will give his life away in the meantime. I'll enjoy every resolve you will try to save him. ~You are bluffing, fallen human. Your convincing is rotting inside, and stands upon empty shadows. Idraenor is well prepared for your warrior, and awaits his arrival, moreover I can only foresee his victory.We shall see, my dear, we shall see... Muhhahahahahahaha.*The echoing evil laugh, escorted Ermac, through the warp to teleport close to the mountain, Idraenor resides on. The warbikes already moved on, only a single ranger, hidden in a sniper position was left to guard the Warlock.
The black power armor, a millenia old Mark V, suffused with spikes, skulls, chains, and dried blood, stepped out of the warp, into reality, once more. An astartes bolt pistol appeared in his left, a weapon once proud icon of servitude in the Lunar Wolves legion, now brutally modified, and replaced by heretical marks of despair. In the muscular right hand, the black gauntlet held a power sword, marking 13 duel victory, also safeguarding an unfinished mark at the pommel, perhaps it is left for a prestigius kill...*
*Down there the imperial line was cornered by its predators of xeno and heretic. The irony of fate, that the reinforcements hurring to help humanity are considered xeno enemy aswell. Idraenor gave his best to guide the units under his command, to ensure the enigmatic effectivity of his race. He was not to disturbed, but he knew he will have to abandon command too soon.
Idraenor heard the single long rifle fire of exotic fine Eldritch creation, soft and swift lamp and sizzling. A hit was connected, but got blocked by the pauldrons of the heresy armor. The armor rushed forward, cold and purposeful.
Another shot, another hit. Now the right arms exposed cables, received it with such an extreme precision, rendering it useless, but Ermac kept going up to the top of the mountain, still wielding his sword.
The distance sintered rapidly, as the armored monster approached. Now being able to respond, Ermac pulled the trigger to fire back at the ranger. Loud roars of bolt shells cut through the air of Gorgolia, and exploded around the hide spot. It caused no harm, and the sharpnel weakly popped down from the wraithbone armor. However it did it's effect; the third shot missed Ermac!
-Now you are mine! *The ranger tried to flee back, but Ermac was already in range, and stopped to take a deadly aimed shot. Right in the heart, the tainted adamantium penetrated the wraithbone, and delivered the explosion inside the rangers organs.
-Shuryia! It can't be! You have entered into your hell mon-keigh! *The warlock stopped focusing his superior psycic abilites, and turned toward Ermac, who sheathed is bolt pistol, and took his sword from the damaged right hand, into his left.*
-Idraenor, I killed your friend! Come, avenge him! I challenge you in the name of the Dark Gods! Your soul will be offered to Slaanesh! *The gruesome helmet's speaker sounded earharmingly gruff. Not to mention the devilish voice, Ermac possessed.*
-Even my body is far beyond your reach, fool.*The two stepped close enough for swordfight. A wychblade glowing in darkblue took the initiative, and stroke upon the left arm. The first attack was a fake, almost got parried, but a quick second cut followed it, getting around the thick power sword. It was bounced off! Ermac sacrificed his right arm, with all his might to punch away the wychblade, which in return cut it off.*
-Hahaha, finally a worthy opponent! I long awaited to feel real pain!-Your pursue for enemies have finally met it's end, mon-keigh. You only came here to make sorrow and dig your grave.*The unnatural muscles, backed with the hydraulics, mobilized the black gauntlet, confining the archaic power sword towards Idraenor, combinating swings and thrusts, yet all of them dodged lighting fast, replying with a counter attack each. These attacks however were harmless and only scarred the armour segments, and broke down some skulls, and spikes. The duel was like a dance, the Chaos Space Marine advancing forward, while the Eldar Warlock backstepping, piruetting just in the last moments.
-You cannot defeat me, unless you use your powers! And I know you figured out the gift of Slaanesh I received.-That gift bothers me not. The fiend you mention cannot corrupt the sprit stone, even if it tries to work as a trap, whenever I use any power.-Underestimating ME is a great fault, xeno! Underestimating a GOD is your last failure!!*Anger gave Ermac the advantage he needed, he got closer to Idraenor. It was no longer suffice to dodge the attacks, the Eldar had to parry this time, while assailant forced him into a curtain of rocks. There is no way out, the spoil of the predator was in the trap.*
~Damn! It cannot be! He matched my speed! *These were Idraenor's thoughts, when he decided to play out the ace in a form of psychic attack to reinforce his disadvantegous position. Lightninings burst out from his hands, crippling his enemy, who falls to the ground. The Eldar stepped over him, and raised high his sword.
-Shuryia! I avenged you, my friend! *The wychblade landed directly into the black hearth of Ermac. Idraenor not trusted in coinsidence, and twirled his blade in his victim, to finish the corrupted astartes body for sure.
~Princess Cuiviénen-Iyl, can you hear my voice? *Idraenor spoken through telepaty.*
I have achieved victory over the fallen mon-keigh as you foretold me.~Excellent, Warlock. The Nameless miscounted his moves and now we will banish them from this planet! However, I am sorry for your loss.~Shuryia's death wasn't in vain. He died as a hero, participating in this victory. I shall retrieve his spirit stone before continueing the guid... wait! NO! *Idraenor just realized his own spirit stone got blackened and fallen down to the ground!*
-The fiend, it must be it! NO, I should not belive it's tricks, it must be it's dark intrique, nothing more!-Slaanesh hates intriques! He/She orgasm allover the reality of touch and feel! *With an abominable laugh, Ermac captured the surpised xeno with his right arm stump, and with his sword in the left, he pierced through the defenceless Idraenor. To add further insult, the thrust were aimed for a specific body part.
-Arrrghhhhh! ... impossible... how?! *Now the Eldar grounded, wavering from the pain. Ermac rosed over his foe, but refuses to finish him off.
-Your pain and sorrow. The shattered will and confidence. That is the answer! You were weak to resist the touch of Slaanesh, when you used your powers... hehehee, and so she/he gave me the reward for giving her/him your broken soul. I'm back and alive, thanks to you, Idraenor!-Now I ... see... arrghh.-Isn't it a bit late to realize your failure, xeno?! Hehehe.-I realized... the true sorrow left within you, Ermac. *The Chaos warrior stopped laughing.*
-All this, all the offerings, your fall, is connected to the deep lost, millenias ago, after all... you too failed to resist the touch... arggh... and even betrayed your closest comrades... Lunar Wolf!-DO NOT DARE TO SPEAK THAT NAME!!! *Ermac's anger moved his blade and cut the Eldar's head off, but he couldn't wither it's looking, it's face. Such is the extraordinary sympathy the Eldar is capable of. Despite all his pain, Idraenor still felt sorry for what he seen deep inside Ermac's memory, once a proud and loyal Astartes.
Something unbearably horrible, that cannot be defined in any language.*
The chaos army proceeds to a global overwatch, fact that force the entire imperial army to do likewise. The chaos Marines are waiting for the irruption in the battlefield of the speed freak army, for assault with the maximum impact's power. From the left side and the right side two huge columns of speed freaks, penetrate quickly among the mountain paths and passes, an area familiar to them, while the imperial forces complete an improvised strategy on a field hostile as unknown. The rumble of thunders rage while the eldar's forces, with rapid silence, enter the battlefield. On the left side, a formation of falcons and a guardian warhost on wave serpents lurk behind a mountain peak, while on the right side, a jetbike formation and one aspect warriors on the wave serpents do the same. A long wait made of maneuvers and patrols. A peace that does not bode good.
However, with a daring maneuver, the formation of Vulture "Neptune" advances surrounding the raptor cult, but the mighty armor of the marines are resistant to fire, thanks to the protection of forest's cover. Among the Imperial lines penetrating a formation of night spinner, positioned in the heart of the defensive line. A filamentous as tangled web is hurled into the sky, from the union of the three flows, projected into a parable of death by the three incomprehensible aliens mortars, against the chaos warbike destroying four of them. The chaos army has barely been scratched, by now all the forces have entered the battlefield, and prepare to move forward. The Neptune's maneuver, however, blocked the rapid orks's advance on the left side, unburdening, although slightly, the pressure on the imperial front. A move that will cost them the life.
Frank Lionel Mandrake carefully follows all the manouvers, trying to strictly enforce all the military tactics "of the case", also trying to improvise a tactics considering the eldar forces, of which, however, has no control and very little communication. However, a tactic seems to have been agreed. The imperial army, in overwatch, held up on Gorgolia's throat, while the eldar force, from the mountain peaks, will be ready to intervene to stop or break the enemy's assault, thanks to their incredible speed of maneuver. Mandrake is nervous, but there is no other possibility.
OST - Killing Joke ~ War DanceARMY STATUS END TURN 2: downloadTURN 2. end turn.CHAOS/ORKS: 0
SL/ELDAR: 1 (take and hold)
Edited by Radgraglio - 14/4/2021, 13:27
