<< 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.
<< Nelson! Nelson where you are! ...The eye, ...the huge eye, ...the red wicked false one-eye is coming! Wolves! ...for the Emperor ...in the realm of the blind the one eyed man is king ...the god of the wolves! ...everything is madness here... Tzeentch is here! Commissar!! >>
<< Calm down! General! General Daikun! Calm down! it's only a dream, a nightmare! You are awake now, the eye is an hellish horror there we left behind. All our regiments have joined King Minos forces in the capital, we are reaching the western gates of Ivanor right now. Sir, recover your strength, we still need you! It was just... a nightmare. >>
A nightmare, but reality, sometimes, is not far behind.
The Greek poet Aeschylus who took part in the Battle of Salamis, commented on the power of the paean over enemies (in this case the Persians): << All the barbarians felt fear because they had been deprived of what they expected. The Greeks were singing the stately paean at that time not for flight, but because they were hastening into battle and were stout of heart. >>
Excerpt from "De obsidione". Black Library.
<< Fear knocked at their gates. Courage went to open it. >> Anonymous soldier of the Imperial Guard defense forces of the capital city Ivanor. Dawn of the assault on the Western gates.
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The Assyrians deployed large labour forces to build new palaces, temples and defensive walls.Some settlements in the Indus Valley Civilization were also fortified. By about 3500 BC, hundreds of small farming villages dotted the Indus River floodplain. Many of these settlements had fortifications and planned streets.
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The stone and mud brick houses of Kot Diji were clustered behind massive stone flood dikes and defensive walls, for neighbouring communities quarrelled constantly about the control of prime agricultural land.[4] Mundigak (c. 2500 BC) in present-day south-east Afghanistan has defensive walls and square bastions of sun-dried bricks.
City walls and fortifications were essential for the defence of the first cities in the ancient Near East. The walls were built of mud bricks, stone, wood or a combination of these materials depending on local availability. They may also have served the dual purpose of showing presumptive enemies the might of the kingdom. The great walls surrounding the Sumerian city of Uruk gained a widespread reputation. The walls were 9.5 km (5.9 mi) in length, and up to 12 m (39 ft) in height.
Later, the walls of Babylon, reinforced by towers, moats and ditches, gained a similar reputation. In Anatolia, the Hittites built massive stone walls around their cities, taking advantage of the hillsides. In Shang Dynasty China, at the site of Ao, large walls were erected in the 15th century BC that had dimensions of 20 m (66 ft) in width at the base and enclosed an area of some 2,100 yards (1,900 m) squared.[5] The ancient Chinese capital for the State of Zhao, Handan, founded in 386 BC, also had walls that were 20 m (66 ft) wide at the base; they were 15 m (49 ft) tall, with two separate sides of its rectangular enclosure at a length of 1,530 yd (1,400 m).
The cities of the Indus Valley Civilization showed less effort in constructing defences, as did the Minoan civilization on Crete. These civilizations probably relied more on the defence of their outer borders or sea shores. Unlike the ancient Minoan civilization, the Mycenaean Greeks emphasized the need for fortifications alongside natural defences of mountainous terrain, such as the massive Cyclopean walls built at Mycenae during the last half of the 2nd millennium BC
Excerpt from "De obsidione". Black Library.
<< Fear. I can smell your fear, and your are right to have it. Hallowed be the Bountiful Slaanesh and all the undivided chaos forces for having opened up the door to a realm of wonders. >> << You don't have no longer anything human, Ross. You're only a filthy beast, like those today will die under these walls! >>
It would be dawn, if a red and neverending night didn't upset the life cycle and the day's order on planet Istanor. The techpriests never reached the capital, forced to retreat into the fortress of the great blacksmith of the Adeptus Mechanicus An-Te-hai Tung. He too, now, under siege. The loyalist forces were defeated in the sapless swamp: theatre of unspeakable horror and a terrible massacre. The pincer, the hellish crooked chaos hand tightens merciless, gripping the capital Ivanor. The eastern gate fell days ago, and now, every single meter of the ramparts is under a relentless siege. The Death comes in form orbit with massive and devastating orbital bombardments, entire neighborhoods, a million of people, rest dead and mute under the rubble. The first signs of the plague are spreading in the city, driven by the fetid winds of Nurgle. The hours are counted for Ivanor, and that King Minos III° knows very well, barricaded in its operating HQ district in the heart of the city, at the head of least resistance, with at his side Logan Grimnar and the princess of the Alaitoc; but Daikun there isn't among them. General Daikun returned to the front, immediately, to command the last extreme defense of the western gates. Wave after wave the tide has become uncontrollable, and after a few hours of respite, the loyalist barricaded forces prepare for the imminent invasion and the final assault: the enemy will advance with all the legions. The powers of chaos move all their forces in the region, now, to get their hands on the Aristotle's book, the precious artifact, and on the kingdom's crown. The Armageddon of the planet Istanor is accomplished. It would be dawn, but would still be a bloodbath.
Planet: ISTANOR Sector: Ivanor. Western Gate Sector. Relevance: Hold position at any cost. Force: Allies. Danger Level: High. force to retreat the enemy assault. Clash size: Apocalypse
Capital Ivanor as appear on the Ophelia from orbit.
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- field: 120 x 240 cm - building damage and collapse rule - Turn: 6 - fix defence: FIX DEFENCE HEAVY FIX DEFENCE - ALLY must deploy first all their army, trench/bunker/razorwires and fix defence first. 45cm deploy zone. - the entire ally army starts the game in overwatch - the chaos army can split his army and make it enter in the nexts turns with the reinforcement rule.
Victory condition: - The Green Objective give 1 point - The Red Objective give 2 point
Results and campaign effect: Note: in "tournament standalone game" all the result must be increased by 1 point. - If The chaos (attacker) make 3 point win, opening a way to the city. - If the chaos (attacker) make 2 point, it's, tactically, a draw, but for campaign effect a lesser victory, opening only a little breach in the ally line, but sufficient to reach the city with a little contingent of forces such as to open another front. - Any other result is a lost for the chaos (attacker).
<< 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. >> Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
Among all the powers of chaos, of all the nameless forces of darkness, the fetid triumph of Nurgle is arrived in massive force, larger, more terrible, inexorable. A name began to spread among the corpses buried in the capital, a plague that harvest victims in excruciating agonies.
The Horror bears the name of the immense tyrant around the corner: Ebola. His breath already hovering over the capital, thousands die, hour after hour. And He, the doomsday machine, in all its terrifying might, has now been seen on the outskirts of the capital Ivanor. His nefarious shadow of death and destruction projected over the walls. Ebola, the contagion. Ebola, the Emperor class Titan, one of the most feared generals of the Legio Cariosus.
<< How did we come, to this... >> King Minos III°, Ivanor's Governor, King of Istanor Forgeworld and star system of Istanor VII°.
the western gate of Ivanor, the solemn gate, whose sides, like two mountains emerged from the iron ground, stand its immense guardians. Guardians of the West, two angels of stone. Motionless, for centuries. Inviolate, as the gate itself. Never an enemy set foot over the guardians, never over the gate. Never, perhaps, before today.
The sirens in the sector for hours howl the imminent assault, calling on the walls every arm, every rifle, every terrified soul for the ultimate defense.
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Outside the walls, the industrial suburb is now a heap of ruins, the few buildings still standing are obscenely infested by chaos spawn and other unmentionables aberrations. The few Imperial forces in defense fall back in the city, while two warlord titans of the planetary force were destroyed in the days before, during the countless battles and sorties carried out by the traitor Imperial forces with the support of a warlord titan of the Legio Chariosus, also destroyed in the assault. The guns of the outer orbitals cannons rest silent, leaving the sector completely exposed to orbital retaliation. The techpriests never arrived, defeated on the sapless swamp, and many of the city's defenses stay mute, dull, silent. The end, for Ivanor, it's just a matter of hours. Some elite forces of the space wolves and eldar have made numerous sorties to slow preparations of the impending assault, sacrificing their own lives. A sacrifice that made it possible to gather all the available forces for the extreme defense, now, made it possible. If the day will be victorious, there is a good chance that the west front can stand for many more hours, maybe days. But the sense of all this is obscure for the soldiers on the walls, too for the fleeing civilians, refugees, those who have lost everything. Victims, them all, of an endless horror, that like a wild beast, it is straight out of a nightmare too black to be imagined.
In the suburbs, now conquered, chaos symbols are erected: the eight-pointed star. The imperial statues are crashed to the ground, and in their place rise blasphemous and grotesque caricatures. Everything under the dark, blacks, silent and gloomy eyes of the immense stone guardians. The Emperor protects, is write on the horizon, on huge posters of the emperor, as He must have been ten thousand years ago, and as well as, for many, he still is. A golden entity to turn to, a mortal god, refuge and destination of hope and glory. Under the eyes of the vast silent guardians, the hordes of chaos appear on the horizon, and it is an immense tide, countless. An army of that size came only for one purpose: torn the untouched western gates and hoist the eight-pointed star on the walls, perpetrating an unimaginable massacre. Demons, without any human mercy.
On the battlements of the walls terror is palpable, hundreds of soldiers are stationed on the ramparts, screwed tightly to their rifle. Their faces swept by the wind, a sharp wind, sneaky, sent by the dark powers. A wind that whispers of unspeakable presences, supernatural entities and impious forces. A wind that brings the hellish screams of the incoming horde.
A contingent of space wolves is deployed in the sector, Krom Dragongaze's company, and Krom in person is perched inside a ruined building, with his HQ company, also an astartes light artillery detachments is deployed behind the walls, a rare vision, but the tactic today want it. However, the real astartes assault's strength consists of a landing vessel and a thunderhawk gunship hidden miles behind, ready to soar and pull off the wolf's claw.
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Even the Alaitoc sent a contingent, a guardian and a Windrider warhost, a small but increasingly effective defense forces. Not much, as the bulk of the eldar forces is engaged on the Eastern front and along the walls; also performing a variety of anti incursion tasks into the entire city.
In the first streets of the city, behind the walls, ready to counterattack gather the imperial forces, well entrenched and protected behind improvised valleys, huge craters and piles of rubble. Perched in the middle of the disaster, a Baneblades company, a shadowsword, a stormtroopers platoon on valkyries, a leman russ and a battalion of rough riders are the imperial retaliation and counterattack strength against the invader.
In the neverending night a carrier emerges from the evil red clouds, an imperial drop ship class Buffalo. If terror has not already crushed the defenders on the ground is due to the hope and the courage to have at their side the Astartes forces, the Eldar ally, and a mortal leader who is already a legend. A name. A general and his trusty assistant Commissar Nelson at his side. The Drop ship goes beyond the walls under the astonished sight of the defenders, while from the battlements dozens of soldiers shout his name: Daikun! Daikun! General Daikun! The buffalo's tailgate opens and a chimera tank lands on the street, heading quickly towards the walls adjacent to the solemn western gate. Now, just now, the battle can begin, and just as the general reaches the soldiers of Ivanor on the horizon the enemy artillery and the first lines of the impending horde arrogantly breaks the battlefield.
The chaos hordes are now at the gates. Slowly, the traitorous Imperial artillery and hellish mortars of Nurgle and khorne take place in the interland ruins, while the bulk of the imperial armored column proceeds along the left side of the great west road. The chaos cultists entering the battlefield, praying and praising on their demonic altars. A fanfare of hellish screams, whistles, dances, hysterical laughter, whispers and agonizzant moans in the shadow of the four altars: Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch and Slaanesh, all the powers of chaos has come for the great booty. The music of hell sounds triumphant at the dawn of the solemn Ivanor's gates battle. The horizon is impetuously busy, but that's just the beginning, behind, upcoming, are visible the mighty war machines of the lost and the damned coming to the battlefield, for the second wave. The artillery of the besiegers dominate those of the defenders, and just as in the skies, the defenders can only rely on two squadron of three thunderbolt fighters, while the attackers have a huge aviation: nine Tzeentch doomwings and three Firelords, two other formations of marauder bombers and thunderbolt fighters, along with three black legion nightwing interceptors.
<< Not to make improper irony, but how many chances to win we have today, General? >> << Today or Tomorrow, draw them into our trap, Commissar, and we'll tear their heart from the chest. Ah! Gimme mine cigar, Nelson! It will be a dawn of fire. >>
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When the bell tolls? The suburbs of Ivanor teeming with creatures, like shadows hidden in the ruins; peel and jostle, the cultists of the planet Omeros. The armored columns of the traitor Imperial Guard, faithful to fieldmarshal Alexander Ross, incumbent threatening. The artillery of the besiegers is now prepared, a strange collection of imperial cannons and blasphemous chaos engines. The tension is palpable on the ramparts. The defenders have only two batteries of manticore and one of Deathstrike, highly and well below the opponent firepower ready to disassemble pieces by piece the western wall. Trembling hands cling to their rifles, someone prays in silence. There is no song, just that bit of courage to know that the astartes and a handful of Eldar are with them, to share the same fate. General Daikun observes silent over the first line, the reinforcements horde looming. His thoughts are gloomy, his bark of General, his sixth sense is not sure if it's here and now the ultimate confrontation, but definitely the enemy will throw headlong, knowing the Aristotle's book, its prey, is handy. The mortars are loaded, rifles ready. The immense statues, the high guardians, both still silent, their eyes fixed on the invading enemy, but the powers of chaos scoff at them, now, careless and ready for the final triumph. The grand ceremony of war and carnage celebrates its grand sunrise, when the bell tolls?
OST - Metallica - For Whom The Bell Tolls
Ring in celebration, a chorus of roars, an infernal riot, the bells and the terrifying artillery chime celebrating an ordeal of death and destruction, tearing the tense silence that had descended on the city, and it's hell. The defilers open fire upon the loyalist deathstrike missile launchers, destroying one truck and Killing an half dozen of stormtroopers.
In a few moments, all guns blazing, an exchange of terrible blows. Dozens of missiles rise into the sky from behind the walls, crashing on the traitor bombards, annihilating them. At the same time, the contagion mortars of Nurgle unleash their pestiferous fire on the walls, destroying two tarantulas and killing a handful of soldiers on the battlements.
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From the suburbs a traitor deathstrike missile launcher opens fire, projecting the immense torpedo against the walls. The terror, like a funeral cloak, lies on the defenders. The travel of the missile is short, after a short parable rushes swift as an arrow on the section of wall guarded by Gen. Daikun in person. Plasma warhead, in a few seconds, dozens of soldiers are vaporized under a tide of lava and glowing fire, while the walls are crumbling like dry leaves. From the apocalypse of fire columns of smoke rise to the sky, Daikun and his retinue escaped death by a whisker. The city trembles, Ivanor trembles, and that's just the beginning.
The column of traitor leman russ begin to move, but is preceded by a heavy bombardment of the heavy cannons fix defense that destroying two tanks.
The loyalist imperial artillery began to be silent, but the fury of the assailants is not yet tamed. A whole company of basilisks unleash its firepower against the western wall, causing further collapses and deaths among the defenders crashed previously into the plasma warhead; and the cannons of Khorne fire them too, destroying one heavy cannon fix defense.
The loyalist retaliatory fire has slowed, but not stopped the traitor armored divisions, and finally the leman russ advance, directed laterally towards the solemn Ivanor's gates. The super heavy ground cannon opens fire, destroying another tank, but the combined fire of the leman russ with the support of the stormblade company destroys the cannon at the foot ot the gate, under the dumb and dismayed eyes of the defenders. An internal explosion and part of the structure catches fire as a thick tongue of burning fire that flare up to the red, dark clouds in the sky.
The traitor super heavy tanks open fire on the walls, without advance, and thus three Shadowsword attack the east tower, damaging it severely, while a support shadowsword destroys a hydra fix defense entrenched in a building.
The powers of chaos, gathered at the foot of the western gates, consolidate their position. Among their ranks, venerated under their hellish as blasphemous altars, hordes of demons begin to swarm summoned by their cultists, and for each of the four coven emerge as many greater daemons, burst into materium with all their horror: The Lord of Change, the Bloodthirster, the Great Unclean One and the Keeper of Secrets. The fury of the four powers, gathered.
Magic!
Perversion!
Ire!
Corruption!
Everything rushes toward the blacker entropy. The extreme defense, the stoic self-sacrifice of the defenders turns into farce in front of to the irrational powers of chaos. A horror that knows no law. The incarnate fear.
OST - Silent Hill 2 Siren
The western walls have been eroded, the big heavy ground cannon destroyed, already a hundred fallen soldiers, for the greater vaporized under the intercontinental missile. The first blow of the hammer beat hard, but it's nothing before the immense hordes who are about to enter the battlefield. The forces gathered here are only the tip of the spear, the outpost of the bulk of the armored forces of hell that now appear on the horizon. The defenders on the walls shaking, praying, their eyes flowing fast in search of their hero, of the General who held the head of the conspiracy escaping from the Abeldar's trap. Daikun is with them, on the walls, his smoking cigar creates plumes of thick black smoke, acrid, that savors of ash and death. His gaze fixed on the horizon, threatening as indecipherable. His dispatches run faster: Hold the position and prepare to fire. "Pray. Shoot. Die". The smoke of his cigar stands up to the sky and merges into columns of smoke and ash that rise from the battlefield, forming bizarre and obscene shapes, dark shapeless forms of gods and aberrant presences of a world that has now burst into the Materium.
The carcasses of the destroyed titans, as mountains of steel, stretch their corroded and destroyed dead iron claws at the neverending night, helpless, now destroyed. The battle has begun under the laughter of the dark gods.
<< Repetition does not transform a lie into a truth. >> Franklin D. Roosevelt. M2. Holy-TERRA.
<< Victory belongs to the most persevering, but the most dangerous moment comes with victory, Field Marshal Aleksander Ross. my valiant disciple. victory, our reward, is there. And it's ours, has always been ours. Let's take the place among the greater of the universe, the echo of our deeds will ring out even into the darkest caves of the hell as in the higher celestial spheres. Lead us to Victory. The paradise that I showed you, is upon us. >> Nameless.
<< And so, General Daikun, you've decided the day and the place of your death! I offered you an honorable capitulation. If you are looking for oblivion, so be it. I have at my orders today the invincible army. As Istanor's world capital, Ivanor will only be comparable with Ancient Babylon of the Holy TERRA! Don't be afraid to destroy it if necessary, my faithful commanders, it will rise to greater glory. >>
The irrational winds on the battlefield. Beyond those walls, a physical barrier as well as imaginary, the last bastion, hope and chimera. The loyalist forces are preparing to repel the horror. A multicolored and multifaceted horror, son of the bizarre dream of blasphemous and idiotic entities that only fools now have the courage, in the choir, a fanfare, to call Gods. Will be the faith in their God Emperor, will be the desperate cry of self-preservation. But one thing is for sure, for all the soldiers on the solemn Ivanor's Gate. Behind them: the chasm. In front of them: the abyss.
The dark mechanicus machinery appear on the horizon, their sinister rattling now no longer stride with the scenario in which the infernal engines make their triumphant entrance: a tormented, tortured, torn and corrupted moonscape battlefield. Immense steel wheels, chitinous iron legs, rattling metal sheet, pounding pistons and exhaust pipes puffing fiery wrath. Wonders: half machine, half demon. Secretly manufactured in the planet Omeros, for years, in the dark dungeons of the forge world emerged and reached Istanor on huge vessels in the early hours of the invasion. Where the inquisition has failed, the powers of chaos have triumphed; and Omeros has become of someone else. Of something else. The vision of the terrible war machines of the four chaos gods are now a common sight on Istanor's battlefields, and when Istanor will fall, it will become a new forge for these fearsome warengines.
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The Avenue of Splendours, the name of the immense road leading to the Ivanor's gates. From miles away, his two colossal guardians look huge and menacing any traveler, crushing him under their imposing stature.
The Avenue of Splendours is now called The Avenue of Wonders: mutants, bestial, aberrant, unclean, filthy, abominable wonders, ready to march and break forever the beating heart of the entire star system of Istanor VII°. Dark reddish glow cut through the thick dark neverending night, only to reflect flares and mocking shimmers on it, on the Avenue of Splendours.
From behind the walls an huge missile hurtling into the air, and another artilleries storm is unleashed on both fronts. The last loyalist Deathstrike missile with a Plasma warhead crashes in the ruins of a building, vaporizing the last intercontinental missile of the traitor forces.
Missiles, mortars, bombs. Like an angry god, the artillery unleash their deafening din of death and destruction. The defilers bombard the manticore fix defense platform, which in turn bombard the basilisk company, destroying one basilisk, but not stopping their firepower that pours on the walls, against the infantry company of General Daikun, forced to regroup and compact the line.
The artilleries firestorm, however, has only anticipated the hell that is coming, and this time from the skies. By hours the noses of the defenders were pointed upward, to see with horror the fearsome chaos Flying war machines, and suddenly the neverending night is torn. Nine doomwing fighters fall down, patrolling three firelord bombers.
<< Squadron Gamma V at control tower, chaos navy in sight, ready to fire. Damn, doomwings! They are at our heels! >>
From the city, only a squadron of three thunderbolt fighters arrive to intercept them, squadron Gamma V, previously in air patrol control, but before they can reach the bombers the nine doomwings are upon them.
The hydra flak tank open fire against the firelords, and one of them falls tumbling to the ground in a triumph of bluish flames, but the doomwings come out unscathed and attack the loyalist thunderbolts. Originally a squadron of three, two fall down destroyed, and the last one soars to effectively intercept the two remained firelords, which open fire on the stormtroopers causing great slaughter.
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The red dark clouds above Ivanor are repeatedly teared up, as if the terrible battles in space are accidentally dropped at low altitude; and a second squadron of three loyalist thunderbolts, squadron Omega II, intercept the doomwings, destroying three fighters, but from the wastelands two traitor marauder bombers arrive and barrage again the stormtrooper, now decimated, forced to mount on their last two valkyries and fall back on the opposite side of the sector.
Now the eastern side is a series of contrails, whizzing planes, explosions and screams. The sinister turbine croak their advent, and distribute death and destruction.
The sky is on fire, and the fire blazes on the eastern wall of Ivanor.
Appear on the horizon the huge space wolves Landing vessel, following the second loyalist thunderbolts squadron, but was soon passed by a darting Thunderhawk gunship, in the same time when both open fire on the doomwings in disengagement maneuver, destroying other two doomwings.
<< Gamma V Squadron, Fighter Abram, these bastards swiftdeath interceptors have damaged mine right turbine, I lose altitude! I'm falling down! >>
Three chaos swiftdeath interceptors in the wake of the doomwings intercept the last loyalist thunderbolt of Gamma V squadron, a hail of bullets, and the last imperial fighters falls and crashes into an already devastated building. Of it, now, only a column of smoke.
OST - Beyond the green river - The Solemn Ivanor's gates.
But once again, the disproportion of forces is in the hands of the assailants, and now the Sector is victim of a merciless and ferocious bombing. Another squadron of marauder bombers bombards the walls, while two traitor thunderbolt fighters try in vain to destroy the manticores fix defense Platform on the building.
A terrifying devastation, a filthy mess, obscene and flaming apocalypse. After all the aviations have disengaged, the sector is a steaming moonscape. In a few minutes everything changed on the Eastern Front, it's now clear that it will be impossible to have a decent air cover across all the line, and with horror the soldiers on those walls prepare theirself to bear the brunt, and the future bombings and invasion.
<< In the hour of truth, from the old enemy a hand will come in unexpected aid, and the one who burned, with constancy her name will be exonerated. Eldar and mortal warriors, today our fate is one. >> Cuiviénen-Iyl. Alaitoc Farseer Eldar Princess.
<< 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. >> Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
<< History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce. >> Anonymous soldier of the Imperial Guard defense forces of the capital city Ivanor during the assault on the Western gates.
<< Do you know what is this whole story? Commissar Nelson? Freedom in the name of the chaos powers, revolution in the name of a nameless devil, and all that nonsenses preached by the field marshal? They're just shit. Shit! And now the shitty wave is about to overwhelm these walls. Only one thing we need to do now, only one thing humanity has ever done: fuck the extinction. Our... extinction. >> << Your men and all the city garrison will strive with stoic abnegation, we will fight as if there was no tomorrow. In fact, Daikun, there are good chances... that a tomorrow will never come. >>
OST - W.A.S.P. - For Whom The Bell Tolls
There is no respite, no human merci. No time to allow the loyalist Baneblades company to reach the central sector and join the leman russ, that the traitor shadowswords super heavy tanks open fire, and the immense tower in front of them, on the western front, collapses on itself burying alive all the soldiers, opening the first breach on the Ivanor's walls, among the dismay of all the defenders.
Krom Dragongaze stares, glacial and snarling, over the breach. His detachment, entrenched in the ruins of a building, is now the first target over the breach. He looks over the rubble, as well as over the desperate cries, the angry shouts and the thunder of the cannon. He gazes and waits for his moment, with cold precision. The moment to pounce on the impious traitor and rip the heart from his chest.
Sounds the bell. all the bells in the choir, the bells of the four blasphemous chaos gods, while the evil mechanized hordes raid on the battlefield, swelling the ranks of the assailant: silver towers, daemon engines, knights, Slaanesh titans, and even the mighty Nurgle tower with a Lord of battle, a deafening and terrifying clangor orchestra. What is gathering at the gates of Ivanor is an army came for one purpose: conquer and overrun everything.
<< Open the Ivanor's gate! Liutenant keeper of the gate! >> << With your permission, but the gates are the only real bulwark that... >> << Open, this... fucking... gates! Soldier!! >> << Keep calm Nelson, you've scared him! Come on, Liutenant. Open the gates, It's time to kick ass this fucked bastards >>
General Daikun, to the amazement of some of the citadel's commanders, gives the order to open the gates, and soon after, orders at the company of leman russ to open fire at their opponents and at the only one loyalist Shadowsword to target the Greater Daemon of Slaanesh. A maneuver, this, that takes the enemy by surprise, occupied, them, in the deploy maneuvers. The traitor leman russ, previously in overwatch fire, absorbe the cannonade but the demon is swept away by the fearsome volcano cannon and vanishes in a triumph of flames. Before the enemy war machines can open a retaliatory fire, the gates have time to close.The soldiers on the walls smiling, others rejoice at seeing one of the four great demons burn, and the morale, gripped by terror, gets up. Even the lieutenant, the guardian of the gate, on his mouth paints a smile. One of the greatest, perhaps the greatest strategist of this stellar system is now here with them to lead the current and decisive battle for the western gates.
The immense horde advances angry and compact. A blaze of language, hymns, liturgies, mantra, prayers, ceremonies and cries. An indescribable noise, the antechamber of hell itself, a hell ready to finally break through and break the Materium with all its indecipherable forms into reality. From west to east, a river made up of the hordes of Nurgle, then those of Khorne, among them the imperial armored division, and then again the horde of Slaanesh and finally the Tzeentch coven. The cultists of Omeros hail their dark gods, marching compact as a single hellish wave against the walls, and it will be only a matter of an hour, maybe two, and that wave, very soon, it will become unmanageable. Only then we will know the verdict. If it will be victory or death. But death today is not the worst fate that the defenders have to fear.
<< Admiral Nalin Sampath at the allies commanders. I'm sending the strategic/tactical layout of the Capital Ivanor. The eastern front is collapsed. Roger and out. >> Admiral Nalin Sampath on Starcruiser Ophelia at the ally commanders on the ground.
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++ Cripted code Astar-648x-desr ++ ++ vox channel registered open ++ ++ Logan Grimnar to General Daikun, field commander of the defense of the western gates ++ ++ The adversary has broken along the eastern secondary walls, unleashing a massive, disproportionate and combined assault. The siege of the western gates was a fake; and well done ++ ++ General Daikun, your objective now is to push back the enemy forces to prevent it to broken even on the western Front. However, you will have another four hours available for the defense, then your presence, and the book will be required irrevocably in the headquarters of the city, next to King Minos III° ++ ++ The enemy horde's bridgehead is now keep at bay by the combined forces of the XII° Legio Metalica Titan Legion Battle Group and mine 5th space wolves great company, but their stoic and brave resistance will not last forever ++ ++ We need to bring the enemy at the gates of the headquarters, but on our terms, there we will have our chance. ++ ++ for Russ and the Allfather ++ ++ The Emperor protects ++ ++ vox channel registered closed ++ ++ Cripted code Astar-648x-desr ++
OST - Marilyn Manson - Resident Evil Main Theme (Extended)
In fear of fear.
Dozens of civilians, few, in truth, overlook from the balconies and the windows of their half-destroyed, devastated buildings. Shadows, often elderly or outcasts that lurk, appearing on the threshold as silent wraiths, speechless by terror, they observe the advance of the chaos horde. They observe each other, not even the courage of a breath, not to be discovered. Hidden, such as mice, small insects crawling in the shadows only for retreat into their shady and empty rooms, shunning the light, prying eyes, the war and the horror of chaos. Others, teem inside underground drainage system and pipelines, in the dark, in anxious wait, ready to sneak at the first sound. But it's all futile, the horror is coming, relentless.
But mankind is not alone. Ever, when its ultimate hour come. A collective spirit, an embodied entity, an incarnate hero which men call God Emperor, watches over them. and even if the adversary, to scorn, be singing that He's already dead, in truth, they fear Him. He, and all those inspired by him, whether they are the bravest Astartes, or the most humble mortals. The Emperor protects.
Without the Dark, there can be no Light, We have purpose Without the Lie, there can be no Truth, We have purpose Without the War, there can be no Victory, We have purpose Without the Death, there can be no sacrifice, We have purpose Without the Hope there can be no Future, We have purpose Without the Loyalty there can be no one chapter, We have purpose Without the Emperor, there is nothing,... And we would have no purpose Ritual and Responses, Tome of Truths Foretold, Legiones Astartes, Library Copy
Perhaps it's the ability to react and discipline of the imperial troops, for the tactical acumen of General Daikun or simple luck, but once again the initiative is in the hands of the defenders, who re-opened the concert of flames and Death with the manticores company that opens a sustained fire against the horde of Nurgle. The massive demons, however, bear the brunt, and only a few dozen are swept away by the massive bombardment. The siege proceeds inexorably.
OST - Katyusha Rockets - USSR
The storm explodes again, giant reed swell of flame and destruction, and their thundering sentence of death! The plague mortars open fire against the leman russ entrenched behind the solemn Ivanor's gate, destroying one tank and causing great disarray among the company.
The answer arrives quickly, a rare sight, but the deployment of the Astartes artillery now become effective. The company of mole mortars, under fire in the previous hour, with superhuman skill and precision opens fire against the horde of Slaanesh on the horizon, causing massive slaughter among the ranks of the daemonettes, already orphaned of their Keeper of Secrets.
The chaos artilleries don't cease their incessant bombardment upon the loyalist leman russ company. The whole company of basilisks open fire, destroying another tank. The leman russ try to regroup, failing, and are achieved by the devastating bombing of the defilers, destroying two tanks, involving also in the barrage fire the baneblades company. The leman russ are in disarray, but maintain their entrenched position.
Another barrage, this time from the citadel, arrive from the last one manticore fix defense that unleash his missiles salvos against the slaanesh infantry, destroying one Slaanesh knight and causing more havoc among the infantry.
The Imperial forces now have exhausted their firepower, but the forces of chaos have just begun. The huge plague tower broke through on the avenue of wonders, pouring a terrific fire power against the solemn western gates. The void shields collapse one after the other, while on the eastern flank two traitors bombers hurl themselves on the walls, causing some casualties among the defenders. The lieutenant on the gate receives the order from general Daikun, and all the gate's energy is used to restore the void shields, at least in part.
First, the bombing of the loyalist leman russ along the great avenue of splendours, massive, focused, now the gates, under the direct fire of the plague tower, and the traitor leman russ who advance against the gate, a set of actions that doesn't bode well for the loyalists on the battlements. The astartes tarantula company, previously in overwatch, open fire on the leman russ destroying one tank during their advance, but they can't prevent them to unleash their firepower on the gate. All the void shields collapse again, and fifteen imperial assault infantry with the jump pack are killed in the shelling.
The infantry detachments on the battlemens, from east to west, try to consolidate their overwatch maneuver. The wave is coming, the wave will come. The wave is at the gates... and with it the fear.
The soldiers on the walls can only pray, in the grueling waiting that the bulk of the enemy forces will thrown at the foot of their walls. Those miles will soon become meters, and the waiting is the worst agony. They cling to their guns and observe, powerless, the tumultuous and bustling horizon. They watch helplessly, even when three traitor shadowswords open fire at the gate, which miraculously holds up, and even when the fourth traitor Shadowsword opens fire on the adjacent section of wall, which, however, collapses on itself, too long under the initial massive bombing. A few meters away, General Daikun with his infantry company attend dismayed at the collapse of the walls and the opening of the second breach, this time in the heart of the wall's line, near the gate. The wrath of the enemy is so great that to get his booty he is ready to dismantle this city brick by brick, until raze it to the ground.
Beyond the new ruins, the leman russ company appears, failing their activation, ready to hold the ground. The hour of judgment is coming, and by now, the astartes airborne armies have not made their appearance, but never ask an Astartes when the time has come. Thousands of years of discipline and an arcane power is written in their own genome. The wolf is in the shadows, it is a wild beast, and ready to strike. And when it does, his fangs will point to the heart. Not to injure, but to kill.
<< No, I will not go safely on your flagship, noble Logan Grimnar, even if your suggestion, tactically, is wise. But this is my world, my time, my people, and I will not go out from the scene like a trembling coward only able to hide behind the backs of the astertes. These, for better or for worse, are the only times that I want to live, if we are defeated, I want to be swept away with my people, my world, and the only times that I'm willing to live. This is my world, my star system. From father to son has been handed down for thousands of years, and always will be so, for my dynasty and the Holy Emperor of the whole mankind.>> King Minos III°, Ivanor's Governor, King of Istanor Forgeworld and star system of Istanor VII°.
OST - Resident Evil 3 Main Theme
Now the breaches are two, the western and eastern breach. The loyalist sentinels receive the order to protect the passage on the central breach, but now, the allies have scarce tactic resources, while the retaliation reaction for the besieger is much broader. The sentinels emerge from the central breach, nimbly amid the ruins of the wall section, protecting also the solemn Ivanor's gate, but the maneuver doesn't hold. A detachment of Slaanesh Knights advance towards the front line and annihilates them under a terrific return fire.
The protection attempt on the front line near the gate is failed, and now the allies retry to protect the western breach. The stormtroopers platoon, veterans survived at the terrible bombing on the eastern front hours ago, gets up in the air with they valkyries and speed over the wall, landing behind a detachment of Khorne warengines, advanced rapidly under the walls. The valkyrie's missiles whizzing fast against the approaching Khorne coven, and the stormtroopers deploy to patrol the breach, but once again, the movement is in vain. The mighty Lord of Battle, followed by a second formation of Khorne daemonengines forward and sweeps the loyalist stormtroopers under an hellstorm. While the last two valkyries, in retreat, try to disengage hurtle into the sky a black legion thunderhawk that intercepts and destroy them all. Every time, every reaction's tactic of the defenders is wrecked, wrecked against a river in flood, a bubbling sea, and the wave is imminent.
The coven of Khorne, dozens of bloodthirsty cultists, jump forward, followed by the mighty herd of Juggernauts. The fix defenses machine guns platforms and the Alaitoc's cannons of the guardian warhost open fire on the approaching horde, destroying dozens of bloodletters and other hellish beasts, but the horde are holding up, unabated.
Sound the trumpets, beat the drums. It's the hour. The invasion has come. From east to west, like a stormy sea, all the coven, war machines, arms, tongues, tails, claws, pincers and heads with countless eyes, mouth, fangs, talons, nippers. A riot of beasts and steel spring forward, in unison. Unbridgeable, unstoppable. A sentence of death. Close the solemn gates advance the Slaanesh riders near the breach, while a mechanized coven goes right up to the walls, under the nose of General Daikun. The champion of Slaanesh scrutinizes the walls, looking for that hero, that name: Daikun. A man to kill, a book that must be recovered.
Shortly after, another coven of Slaanesh goes along with their Knights, the second approaching wave.
On the opposite side, the coven of Nurgle move behind the Khorne's armies under the western walls, it too as second wave strategy.
The armies of Khorne now encircle the besieged western walls, the juggernaugts ready to jump over the breach, and the infantry's horde ready to climb the walls. Massacre, for them, pure joy.
From west to east, dozens of siege ladders are raised to the sky, carried by dozens of cultists or by immense mutants. Trolls, ogres and huge and shapeless abominations.
On the eastern wall, on the weaker and battered front, the horde of Tzeentch is now in assault range. All the pieces are on the chessboard.
Outside the walls, it's all a joyous and infernal riot of preparations, screaming, shouting and cannon's thunders. The chaos factions, challenging each other, compete to see who will be the first to put his damned banner on the peaks of the high square, on the avenue of splendours.
For a few moments, on the tactical display of General Daikun appears the orbital view of the Battlezone from orbit, taken from a loyalist patrol fighter at high altitude. From the sky, it's all a huge swarm. Daikun put down the device and pull out the chainsword, the time of the tactic by now is done here, only the value of the wild and honest battle will write the name of the winner today.
<< 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 voice of the liberator
OST - Soundtrack ~ John Carpenter ~ Escape From New York (1981) ~ 04 ~ Over The Wall - Air Force One
++ loading ++ ++ play ++ I, Field Marshal of the Twelfth Imperial Guard Army Alexander Ross, declare that Istanor VII° system shall henceforth be free, free from the oppression of black heel of the decadent Empire, and from its decaying emperor. The emperor! A shadow whose existence is maintained solely by the iron will of the Inquisition, a rotting cancer guilty of having cast humanity in the dark abyss of ignorance. I declare Istanor VII° system liberated land, where democracy and the freedom of thought will eternally be the only Law. The twelfth division has been defending this frontier for millennia, for millennia the Empire gave nothing to us, but took everything: our men, your sons and daughters, natural resources and all that was most precious to endlessly feed its deadly cogwheels, leading our people to a meaningless death. The tyranny of the Lord of Terra ends today. However, we are not alone in fighting this war. Peoples of the glorious Istanor VII°system, embrace your liberators, the true heroes of the Ancient Crusade, rejoice in the arms of the Sons of Horus! They are the only ones that, among the soulless meat-grinders called space marines, bring forth the authentic Enlightenment of True Knowledge. The power of the infinite universe of emotions will henceforth be readily accessible to everyone; the knowledge and splendour of our New World will soon reach a magnitude never seen before. Neighbouring systems will not have any other option, but to join us. Our fearsome enemies, the greenskins, will kneel before our power and will be enslaved. I hereby command that Istanor's Governor Minos III° be arrested, on the charge of having blindly executed each and every infamous order of the Lord of Terra; he is nothing but the last, incompetent heir of ruling lineage destined to oblivion. The Adeptus Mechanicus shall pay homage to our new world and renounce the allegiance with the Empire. Finally, I command the inquisitor Von Frundsberg be immediately executed; he is a dark devil in whose cells thousands of innocent citizens lost their lives, all in the name of his own, false truth. Lay siege on The Fortress-Abbey of Vausperville, raze it to the ground and throw salt on its burning ashes! The seed of obscurantism will never grow again! From now onwards, Istanor VII° will be the synonym of freedom! ++ stop ++ ++ closing++
Not only the four winds of the evil chaos hammer at the heart of the city, up from its walls. As strong as the cannon is the power of propaganda. The entire internal communication system, almost completely, is under the direct control of the traitor fleet in orbit, where comes from the traitor flagship, in loop, the message of the liberator, an audio video message, definitely recorded before his fatal fall in the abyss of Slaanesh's change. As an infernal mantra that roars and pounds that message in all the districts, through all devices, million devices. All civilians, by day, are committed to the destruction of any monitor and speaker littered in the city, a mission impossible, to silence that voice, that as a God, a God's voice thunders across the city his will. If it were not for the terrible abomination of the dark powers unleashed on the planet, now, for many, simply, a tyrant would be replaced with just another tyrant; but the commissars, with some shooting, make sure that the task procedes, although it's now unlikely be able to silence forever the insidious voice of the liberator: the traitor.
OST - Beyond the green river - The Solemn Ivanor's gates.
It would be dawn, if a red and neverending night didn't upset the life cycle and the day's order on planet Istanor. The dawn of a massacre.
<< Do you See, Commissar Nelson? This cigar is still the same, I lighted it before the siege of Gorka, on Fungus. Now I'll make you a prophecy, I'll quench it on the dead, shapeless and wicked skull of the "liberator", before this bloody war is over, I'll hunt him until the borders of the galaxy, doesn't matter that we will come out victorious or vanquished. >> Gen. Daikun.
Daikun's prophecy sounds solemn, like the great western gates. Below him, his retinue, the regiment at which he is on command, the horde of Slaanesh already up the assault ramps, ready to pour on the battlements. The riflemen ready, now virtually a continuous fire, but who can be said to be truly prepared to bear the brunt of the dark, intangible incarnate monstrosity, powers of the warp?
Less than two weeks ago, to say, at the billions of Istanor's inhabitants that their world would have been a step away from an end with no return, it would have been taken as a bad taste joke; or the delirium of a fool. Yet the signs were there, only for those who have eyes to see them. In the kingdom of the blind the one-eyed are kings.
Even before General Daikun could coordinate the action, the space wolves mole mortars open fire at the horde of Slaanesh teeming beneath the walls. A terrible fire storm, a short-range apocalypse which kills tens of cultists and destroy several land transporters.
On the western front, the horde of Khorne, excited and incited to slaughter by their bloodthirster, assaults the walls. Several siege ladders befall on the walls, while hordes of cultists, mutants, trolls and minotaurs break through the battlements, under the massive return fire of the defenders. The Bloodletters climb with their cruel claws the walls, while their Greater Daemon with an impressive wing-beat bursts on them too, all overwhelming, everything destroying. However, the battle is cruel, on both sides. The alaitoc guardian warhost unleashes a strong support fire, while the marine's tarantulas firing wildly, before being swept away, but their gunners are not soldiers, but space wolves, and abandoned the artillery piece rush in the fierce melee. Screams, grunts, deafening explosions. Then a short, smoky silence. The Tarantulas fall back, while all is quiet on the walls, Khorne won, but well over half of its own rest on the ground, along with the imperial soldiers, all horribly massacred.
On the eastern front, the manticore fix defensive platforms don't coordinate their fire according to the pre-established plan, and fail activation, unleashing, inefficiently, their missiles againt the horde of Slaanesh under the walls and giving the initiative in the hands of chaos.
Not far away, less than a kilometer, the coven of Tzeentch doesn't wait a second longer, and thanks to the hesitation of the defenders it forward, engaging the troops on the walls in a terrible firefights. Hordes and hordes and hordes of flamers, and blue and pink horrors. The firefight is terrible, but in the end the Imperials are forced to regroup and abandon the walls, defeated, while the horde of Tzeentch is approaching, but still doesn't occupy the walls just abandoned.
The chaos presences gloat over the dark meanderings of warp. Usually quarrelsome, the spoils of an easy success makes them united in the siege of mankind, during the siege of the untouched city's walls. The Greater Daemon of Khorne, raising his axe high in the red sky, neverending night, bloodstained, shouts bestially, and then calls the herd of juggernaugts to assault beyond the east breach, heading straight against the HQ company of Krom Dragongaze. The earth shakes, the hearts shakes, but the bolters are ready, responsive and open fire. The company breaks the overwatch, and the marines open fire, along with their land raiders, razorbacks and rhinos. But the herd doesn't stop, forward, and impacts against the marines. Dragongaze rush into battle, slaughtering and plucking the flesh of six chaos hounds, while the entire western front: the eldar jetbikes, the Stormhammer and the infantry detachment perched on the battlements unleashes a devastating support fire upon the Khorne riders. The mighty, huge beasts are unstoppable. The demons hounds are all dead, but the horde destroy the land raiders and two razorbacks, while five marines rest on the ground, defeated. When the battle is over, the HQ company of Dragongaze is forced to retreat, while the horde retreats also defeated, fleeing in open field. Decimated, but not tamed.
General Daikun immediately resume the situation in his hand, and order a combined action of the baneblades company and the assault imperial guards on jump pack. The baneblades superheavy tanks unleash a massive fire upon the Slaanesh riding beasts transforming the land outside the city walls in a slaughterhouse; and while the few survivors fall back the assault imperial guards jump flying through the air to pounce on the mechanized infantry coven of Slaanesh, taking their flank. A heroic assault, fifteen heroes, veterans of the initial bombing, guns and chainswords ready in their hands. Their sacrifice, however, allows at the regiment of Daikun on the battlements to overthrow a massive support fire. After a terrible firefight, the mechanized infantry coven is forced also to follow the raiders, in retreat. The central front, with a quick sleight of hand, was cleared. An excellent tactical maneuver son of dozens and dozens of battle for the General Daikun..
<< A good King, or a wise Tyrant, has always preferred that the inevitable hum of his populace is expressed with laughter, instead of uprising; and only the fool has crushed the satire with censorship. >> Excerpt from "The third book of Aristotle". Aphorism censored. Holy Inquisition diktat No. 688-AD94-6846Z-DER9786.77.
<< Why, Why this damn book ended up in my hands! Nelson, these people call my name, called me on these walls as Their bastion, but I'm not what they think. I'm not a hero, I'm just a poor devil! A beast good for the pit. >> << Like everyone else, my General, in and out of these damn walls! >>
OST - Iron Maiden- Killers
Following the success of General Daikun on the central front, the Farseer Venier-Laŕrl moves his guardian warhost on assault against the battered horde of Khorne perched on the walls, but the assault proves harder than expected, and instead of victory, although almost not even scratched, the eldars gain a defeat and are forced to retreat in the central square, between the rough riders entrenched on it.
Beyond the eastern breach the chaos formations begin to enter undisturbed. A detachment of Khorne daemon engines breaks over the walls. A warengine ends destroyed in the rubble, but the other three befall on the Stormhammer, disassembling it sheet to sheet.
The eldar objective is still the same. Thanks at a massive fire from the imperial guard infantry detachment perched on the far eastern walls, the jetbikes, also failing to coordinate action with them, open fire and finally force the coven of Khorne to retreat. The daemon pact that keeps the mighty Greater Daemon of Khorne in this dimension is broken, and the immense fearsome creature vanishes into a triumph of flames.
The artilleris begin to thunder again, the one that will go down in history as the battle of the solemn Ivanor's gates flare up again, more and more angry, more and more merciless. A loyalist manticore opens fire, its missiles dart into the air to fall, lethal and destructive, upon the horde of Nurgle outside the walls, causing casualties among the plaguebearers, mutants and cultists; while behind them, three traitor shadowswords open again fire on the solemn gates. The gates are trembling. The gates are burning. Waver, ready to fall, and with them, all the hopes of the defenders. The Lieutenant keeper of the gate is dead, his assistant runs at the command center and orders at the servitors to raise all the possible void shields, a last effort, and as many as six are raised. The gates must not fall prey he now, it's repeated among the panic of the defenders as a Mantra, the gates shall stand.
Krom Dragongaze, forced to a retreat maneuver after the monstrous impact of the juggernauts, orders the immediate arrival of the skyclaws. Its battlefield control panel show a fracture in the enemy plan, a small crack, and he uses it without any mercy. The thunderhawk hurtling over the coven of Tzeentch, challenging the altar, and with a wide maneuver its upon the traitor basilisks company. Tens of Hydra bullets bounce off on gunship's fuselage, while lightning to the ground. Even before it touches the ground, as the legendary valkyries of their myths, the space wolves skyclaw rain down on the traitor artillery, performing a systematic, precise, brutal destruction. A perfect massacre, methodical. Where before there were a dozen basilisks, there are now only scraps, and some slaughtered bodies of the crew. The marines, not even scratched. The claw of the wolf hits the fragile heart of the enemy artillery, deeply.
The pressure of the chaos forces, however, doesn't loosen. Although orphan of the basilisk artillery company, the traitor artilleries have yet a devastating superior to the Allies. The mortars of Nurgle open fire on the leman russ in disarray over the gates, destroying a tank and causing panic among the remaining, while the traitor leman russ along with the Stormblades company open fire on the gates. The void shields collapse under the barrage. The Stormblades missiles dart and crash on the gates, now emptied of every defense's force.
OST - W.a.s.p-Tear Down The Walls
The flames of the gates are raised to the sky, majestic, red and atrocious. When the fourth Shadowsword's shot, the support shadowsword, strikes now on the gates, the whole structure falls on itself, the enormous statue of the emperor falls and fall to the ground in a heap of ruins. The central breach is huge now, and over the gates, the Subjugator titan is ready to jump over, ready to ride in an orchestra of death and destruction in the final victory of chaos, and Slaanesh.
The solemn Ivanor's gates, solemnly the western gates have fallen. With them the statue of the Emperor, and the defender's hope to resist. But once again, Krom Dragongaze activates his communication device. The skyclaws have accomplished their mission, and now the landing vessel appear on the horizon, ready to deploy its forces for the final, epic, extreme defense.
The solemn gates have fallen, but has not yet been written the last page of this battle, at least not until Krom Dragongaze will still have something to say.
<< ...It will not be a new Constantinopolis. >> King Minos III°, Ivanor's Governor, King of Istanor Forgeworld and star system of Istanor VII°.
<< Finally, I am pleased to meet you, General Daikun. Your deeds have come this far, as glimmer of light in our darkest hour. >> Liutenant Carl Bissler. Administratum Assay Corps. Departmento Munitorum. Ivanor capital city. Istanor VII° system. codex imperialis
OST - Iron Savior - Megatropolis
<< We are the wrath of God! We are the wrath of Russ! >> Chaplain Asger. 2nd Long Fangs detachment.
Majestic albeit incredibly fast, the space wolves landing vessel hurtling high above the central square, the square of truth. It dart majestically above the shoulders of the rough riders company, above the retreating guardian warhost. The shadow of the vessel stands upon them, on the long barrel of the shadowsword's volcano cannon, upon the loyalist leman russ in disarray, now in jeopardy. The landing supports stretch forward, barely touched the ground the rhino tanks dart forward to stop abruptly in front of the solemn Ivanor's gate ruins. A tactical and long fangs company land among the ruins and with superhuman speed launch a devastating firefight engage against the Slaanesh Subjugator titan, its void shields collapse one after the other and...
OST - Warfare sound effect 5 - WWII Berlin firefight
...and the daemon engine of Slaanesh falters, his left leg is broken, and collapses under the firepower of the emperor's finest, destroyed.
The tyrannical hordes of Slaanesh, given the destruction of their Subjugator titan, advance compact. The Questor titan advances boldly among his daemon knights, pouring a torrent of fire on the infantry of General Daikun, stoically as firmly entrenched in overwatch on the battlements.
The Silver Towers don't retreat, but also advance on the path of the respective coven of Tzeentch, and destroy with their arcane firepower the remaining astartes mole mortar artilleries.
The eastern front, now virtually defended by the detachment commanded by Daikun, is ready to fall, but still holds. However, the main impetus, the blind ire of the wicked pours with an unprecedented fury against the Western Front, considered, until a few minutes before, a solid certainty.
The whole traitor and chaos aviation rips the neverending night, like a sharp knife ready to sink into the heart of the allied forces. An indomitable covey. The allies flak is now silent on the Western Front, and the first two formations of marauder bombers penetrate deep and bombard the Marines of Dragongaze in disarray and the eldar's jetbikes, forcing them also to retreat on the main square, near their guardian warhost; just in time to escape the second, more massive wave. Swiftdeath interceptors, doomwings, thunderbolts and firelords. The death raining from the skies. The thirtieth imperial infantry detachment, men of Ivanor, begins to succumb under the massive bombardment, made even more furious by the latest rounds of the traitor bombard artillery from the rear. A massacre, but the detachment still holds up.
It's a nightmare on the western front. The massive and terrifying Lord of Battle of Khorne makes his entrance beyond the breach, followed by three of his daemon engines. The red iron, red rust, red blood of Khorne opens fire, this time from the inside towards the walls, where the soldiers are more vulnerable, and finally the thirtieth battered detachment capitulates. The commander is dead, the Commissar as well. The men don't know where to escape, and remain on the walls, at the mercy of fate, a mocking and cruel fate.
The thirtieth detachment. Behind them, the infernal warengines of Khorne, overhead, raining death. the panic meanders like the plague, which is already rampant in the city. The few who still dare to look beyond the battlements look the approach of the traitor stormtroopers detachment on their valkyries. Another firestorm, another massacre. Shortly after, advance the terminators of the black legion, while from the rear march, slow and relentless an horde of zombies. Puppets, dark tortured bodies returned to a farce, a parody of life, summoned in the name of the evil powers of chaos. The horror now overflowi their resistance. Many commit suicide, others lose his mind. Someone shoots, often to their comrades, now unable to distinguish their own from their enemies. It is chaos. It is Hell.
The end is near. A black legion thunderhawk dart through the storm of fighters. As a swarm of flies, with the same tactics of the Astartes, the raptors jump from the spaceship and break through the walls. The few survived Ogrins are fighting bravely, and the widespread madness of the defenders kill twenty raptors, but after their brief retreat, the walls are a smoldering graveyard. Krom Dragongaze regroup his detachment, and closes ranks. Now, only his detachment is still operating on the Western Front. Only against an unbridgeable horde.
The big central breach is now defended by the mighty Astartes, but the enemy hordes are at the gates, insistent. The second row come forward, and advances the Plague Tower of Nurgle, approaching the wreckage of the Subjugator titan, followed by a horde of cheering cultists. The pestilent mortars open fire. A rotting firestorm flies over the heads of the marines and hits the landingcraft and the leman russ company in disarray, destroying fortunately only a griffon tank.
An hour of death and destruction. The harder hour, perhaps. Surely, the most bloody. The walls of Istanor are now at the limit of their resistance, the western front is almost gone, the eastern one is ready to fall. A pincer movement where only the center, the square of truth, the Allies consolidate a solid stronghold from which to fight back. But the moment of truth, is yet to come.
From the rear where it was destroyed the traitor artilleries, the thunderhawk gunship hurtling through the air, flying over what remains of the solemn Ivanor's gate. An Hail. An epic hail arrive to the brothers that now are the defenders of the gate. The last defenders of the Solemn Ivanor's gate. The men of Russ.
The heel of betrayal sinks hard on the ground of Ivanor.
Already four, four long hours have now passed since the beginning of the hostilities, in a crescendo of aggression and appalling violence. As a nightmare, surreal, the time folds back on itself, every moment, every deja-vu, the siege of the western gates lives and relives itself, like a jammed film in the projector, a broken tape, while this dimension intersects with the warp and the countless assumed parallel dimensions, where the actors, for better or for worse, are living and reliving their destinies, distorted, different, but also, inexorable.
<< My commanders. Kill'em all, for their "God Emperor" knows those that are His own. I'm going to take, personally, the final command of the ground operations. I'm coming to Ivanor. Let sends on all channels and devices the images of our triumph! Our victory must be spectacularized. >> The liberator.
The final countdown
OST - Europe - The Final Countdown (Official Video)
The red and hellish sky over Ivanor gurgles, rumbles and growls, screams swollen of blasphemous and mocking laughter of the dark gods, only to release occasional scrap of some spaceships that crash into flames into the atmosphere, empty and dead, releasing a shower of flames and glowing embers. The chaos air force now torture by hours the city, barely countered by the residual planetary, eldar and the marines aviation.
The night that never end, but all of a sudden, the night is torn, and a massive and clumsy ship rushes towards the solemn walls of Ivanor. Daikun, dazzled by the red light that penetrates and illuminates the battlefield, bows his head, and his retinue with him, ready to get the shot of yet another bombing raid, when...
<< To all the anti-aircraft formations still operating, don't shoot! Don't shoot! That... that, for the Emperor glory, that is the Varuna! >>
The millennium falkork, as it has been dubbed by the imperial soldiers, rattling like a flying shack, fly over the heads of the defenders, and from the battlements rises a chorus of cries! Disconnected and contradictory messages coming from orbit, it's all a continuum of messages and false flags. For a few minutes the confusion, when suddenly from the Ophelia starcruiser comes the confirmation, from the clear voice of Admiral Sampath: an ork fleet is jumped out of the warp, and has assaulted the conspiracy hordes.
The vox device of General Daikun activated on a secure coded channel:
<< Commander Damat at the imperial forces, Commander Damat to General Daikun. We arrived, I'm sending on crypted secure astartes channels all the details of the forces and the engagement's plan, provided that these orks know that word, battleplan! All true, my general. All true! >>
<< Ok Nelson, lock stock and barrel. Let's go near the baneblades company. The central front must not fall. We must defend the solemn Ivanor's gates. >> << With your permission, General. But what gates? I see only ruins. >>
OST - scariest Air Raid Sirens ever
The plague spreads. The black disease carried by the hosanning hordes of Nurgle that everything stink, all infect. The chaos powers strike hard, digging in the deep fears of man. There, in the most remote terror, at seeing their loved ones, their dead comrades return, eager of blood, and so, even within the city, right here on the wall, after a few hours among the multitudes of fallen raise small group of zombies, brought back to life by the gurgling and demonic breath of the darkness powers. Man had not yet invented a word for all this horror.
For hours general Daikun held, albeit desperately, the situation in hand but now the invasion has begun. A small exchange of vox messages, and then only the clang of battle. Krom Dragongaze orders his troops to close ranks and prepare to retreat but it is too late. The daemon engines of Khorne burst into their ranks, overwhelming in their impetus the manticores company. The space wolves fight courageously and are able to break down a fearsome engines of Khorne, but resistance is futile. Krom Dragongaze and a handful of marines retreat near the ruined gates, reaching the companies previously landed with the landing craft. The western front has completely given.
General Daikun immediately orders at the last company of manticores, the fix defense Platform installed on the buildings roofs, to open fire. If the western front has fallen, the eastern will have to do everything possible to capitulate as late as possible. The manticores open fire, causing great slaughter among the flamers and cultists massed outside the walls, but obviously, is not enough. The Tzeentch coven climbs over the wall and enter in the Eastern District.
The infantry detachment on the walls, earlier leaded by Gen. Daikun, is now under the massive fire of the Slaanesh's knights. A terrible firestorm, dozens and dozens soldiers fall under the blows of the enemy, under a firepower too great to withstand impact, despite the walls. With the fall in disarray of this last detachment of all the formations on the eastern front are outside the chain of command, at the mercy of events.
Although the wolf was injured, it is far from being torn down. The operating sequence comes clear, and follows an ancient tactical schemes, supported by a ferocious and legendary bestiality. The first company of sky claw assaults the traitor sentinels, who foolishly thought they could stop their chainswords, destroying them completely and then consolidating a few tens of meters from the Shadowsword and the cannons of Khorne. Even before they can understand what is happening, the second company of sky claw is upon them. A fierce engagement, close combat. Five marines have fallen, but all the cannons and the Shadowsword are destroyed. The assault marines undisputed and systematically sow death and destruction, but from the rear move fast the defilers, approaching them and Killing another five assault marines.
The scene of a terrible melee is coming four defilers against sky claws thirty, the artifices of huge destruction.
Although in the rear the space wolves have done enormous damage, the forces of chaos are completely projected forward. Their booty is all forward, and is ready to capitulate. The Stormblades ignore what is happening behind them and open up a sustained fire against the Baneblades, destroying one. Huge flaming plates rush in the air, and Gen. Daikun along his retinue is forced to retire in his HQ tank chimera, to dodge the deadly rain. A column of crackling smoke comes from the belly of destroyed Baneblades super heavy tank.
<< 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. >> Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
OST - W.A.S.P. - Burning Man
General Daikun shakes off the dust from his paletot, and reopen the chimera's door going outside, defying the bullets, the thunders and the fierce explosions. With his cigar clenched between his teeth, stretching his binoculars on the horizon, he order the sustained fire of the two remaining baneblades against the horde of Nurgle's cultists approaching, at the foot of the mighty Plague tower. A firestorm, increased by the hammering of the long fangs perched on the walls, that cause a carnage among the cultists, that stop their imminent advance.
The traitor shadowswords open immediately a return fire. Fortunately, only two of the three volcano cannons are in range, and one miss the target. Only one hit a loyalist baneblade, which receives the blow but it doesn't come out destroyed.
The hours have passed, the minutes have passed, and the time refolds on itself. The anguish of having sowed so much death but had not yet hoisted their flags on the peaks of Ivanor spreads and becomes anger among the ranks of the besiegers. The Tower of Nurgle unleashes a sustained fire against the tactical company commanded by Dragongaze, killing a dozen marines and destroying a rhino. A terrible fire, which would have wiped out a regiment of soldiers, but not the Emperor's finest. The company regroup, and prepare to resist, stoically.
The traitor leman russ tanks company is forced to regroup, and opens fire on the long fangs, along with the sustained fire of the traitor flak. A torrent of deadly bullets, which are also far more than capable of reaping dozens of victims on the battlements; but these aren't human, they are Astartes and each of them, behind those ramparts, is rampart in turn.
The imperative now, it's just one, from west to east: resist! The orks fleet just arrived has certainly created havoc among the enemy fleet, and large lander are nearing the capital, but they must have time to deploy.
The space wolves rapiers perched on the building near the square of truth open fire against the horde of zombies in the street, mowing down dozens of Undeads, but at the horizon the enemy navy approaching. A couple of traitors marauder bombers fly over the walls, challenging the ground hydra flak. The bombing causes many victims among the detachment in disarray.
The first squadron of marauder bombers is just the outpost, the spearhead of the imminent storm. The last squadron of loyalist thunderbolts toss over the clouds in interception. A second squadron of traitor marauder bombers escapes interception and reaches their target, releasing a devastating bombing upon the retreating infantry, but the three loyalist thunderbolts manages to intercepts the incoming firelords. However, three swifthdeath interceptors are behind them, together with a pair of traitor thunerbolts. Of the three loyalist fighters, only one brave interceptors reach from behind, in their wake, the bombers of Tzeentch, and as guided by the Emperor himself, the pilot opens fire. Both firelords precipitate destroyed, crashing among the devastated streets of the eastern district, now a tomb in ruins. Yet another air battle inflamed the eastern front, and now all the infantry are overwhelmed, crushed under a massive bombardment.
The hellstorm know an end only when the doomwings rush to the ground to catch as raptors the lives of the last desperate in disarray.
The entire enemy air force, completely focused on their mission, now achieved, to break down all resistance on the eastern front, miss the opportunity to patrol their rear, and quick as lightning the thunderhawk hurtling into the sky, making a wide evasive maneuver, and lands in the vicinity of the skyclaws marines, the artifices of the immense slaughter of the enemy's backlines. With a shot of battlecannon it destroys an approaching defiler, and both assault detachments embark inside the gunship, that fly back into the town, ready to strike again. The skyclaws are ready for a new mission and a new massacre.
The eastern front is lost. With the advance of the silver Towers the last resistance collapse completely, while on the opposite front through the breach the enemy is preparing to invade boldly the city.
From the rear the Nurgle's mortars open fire against the long fangs, perched on the walls. A devastating and pestilent fire, deadly, that would wipe out dozens of human lives but leaves untouched the astartes devastators. They stand, and fight.
On the western front the raptors cult jump inside the city and destroy an heavy super cannon Platform, clearing the way and consolidating their tactical position, while on the sky arrives their traitor thunderhawk, that as per the loyalist skyclaws, embark them all, ready them too for the last gasp of the scorpion.
The invasion of the western front has begun, and now pushes to the central district, to the square of truth, where the last loyalist forces are perched for the extreme defense. The Lord of battle, previously damaged by the shadowsword's advance, advances it too and destroys the latest retreating space wolves tarantulas., while the bulk of the chaos forces advance triumphantly over the rubble. A terrible sight. The chaos terminators occupy the ruins where few minutes before there was the tarantulas. Behind them the Lord of battle, while the zombies occupy the walls. The coven of Khorne advances, occupying a building near the Lord of battle, and behind them, all the rest. The massive Nurgle's coven, followed by the traitor stormtroopers, the baneblade super heavy tank and the juggernauts just arrived. A compact and unstoppable horde.
In front of the gate's ruins advance the coven of Slaanesh, with thier empious altar, followed by dancing Daemonettes.
From west to east, now the battle seems lost, a step away from complete defeat. The flanks have fallen, and the hordes of chaos are preparing to perform a pincer movement to take the square of truth, along the avenue of splendours. However, like a rock in the middle of the sea, the Astartes army is between them and their triumph. Unstoppable, ferocious, deadly. The last page of the siege has yet to be written.
Now, there is time only for Death, or glory. Or both.
