19 - Istanor - Walpurgisnacht, The battle for the defense of the vital sector of Thermopylae

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Istanor - Walpurgisnacht
Ave Imperator, morituri te salutant.



Corvus Corax - Sverker - 03 - Sverker

O ye men who dwell in the streets of broad Lacedaemon!
Either your glorious town shall be sacked by the children of Perseus,
Or, in exchange, must all through the whole Laconian country
Mourn for the loss of a king, descendant of great Heracles

Homo homini lupus.

<< Our Imperium, our new empire newly founded must, will be a treasure trove for art and science, beating heart of mankind. >>
The Emperor to Horus. - attributed.





The diversion at the Gate of the "High Guardians" has gone to completion. The chaos overwhelming force, thanks at the distraction of the allied forces rushed to the Western gate to hold position, completely swept away the allies on the eastern front. The imperial battalions, the Eldar support forces and space wolves too are being pushed back, completely overruned. A sea of ​​refugees and divisions en route, a rout saved thanks to the battle group of the titan legion which together with detachments of the fifth space wolves great company stop the enemy advance fiercely. One after another, hordes of cultists, and entire traitor guard divisions make their entrance in the Thermophylae sector for never return. Only short agonizing screams and the roar of the cannons, then silence. Each connection lost. In this sector the finest defenders of mankind were clinging to stop the flood.



After a few hours of stalemate, the forces of chaos are forced to work around the sector for achieve the operational center of the city, thus gaining precious hours for the loyalist defenders, who can now set up their plan on the capital's heart for the final, decisive act. However, the risk of this wedge into the heart of their advance is a thorn in the side of the Chaos commanders. None amongst the hordes of chaos, after the recent massacre has the courage to enter the sector, and so an army of black legion with the titans of Legio Cariosus make their entrance in the field. The best of the universe, loyalist and traitor, again. Against. Ready to fight, as ten thousand years ago. The Horus heresy is never finished.





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Capital Ivanor as appear on the Ophelia from orbit.


Planet: ISTANOR
Sector: Ivanor. Thermophylae sector.
Relevance: Hold position at any cost. Delay as much as possible the enemy breakthrough and next hit the enemy supply lines.
Force: Legio Metalica XII° Titan Legion Battle Group and 5th space wolves great company.
Danger Level: High.



ARMY

ALLY FORCES - 7.000 pt
strategy 4

- 3.000pt AMTL Download
- 4.000pt Space marine Download



CHAOS HORDE - 7.000 pt
strategy 3

- 3.000pt CTL Download
- 4.000pt black legion Download



ARMY COMPARISON: download

Battlefield:

- field: 120 x 240 cm
- building damage and collapse rule



Victory condition: classic tournament

OST - Thermopylae - 300 - Leonidas Vrs. Xerxes


The avenue of Splendours, a large road that connects the fortress of the Great Blacksmith to the capital Ivanor, covering it from the western Solemn Ivanor's gate to the eastern gates. One way, as the pact between the ruling dynasty of Istanor VII° stars system and the great masters of the Adeptus Mechanicus. The eastern gates have now fallen, and the Thermophylae sector has become the grave for entire regiments of traitor Imperial Guards and hordes of cultists. The sector, partially destroyed by the enemy massive bombing from orbit, due of its natural conformation is a maze of streets and neighborhoods, the natural and immediate access which leads to the King's palace, for the enemy arriving from the eastern side of the city. A bone in the throat of chaos. The shadow of the mighty Titans now appear on the horizon, and the battle is next. For the brave Legio Metalica and the 5th space wolves great company is approaching the hour of truth.







District Spaceport.





The Hellenic square.



Memorial of Commissar Nikolai Yezhov. The Hero of Saidon-Kai.



The archangel.



In the calendar of the planet Istanor, although the neverending night has upset the order and the natural life cycle of the planet, today enter the Walpurgis Night. The sector is now desert, people leaved it a day ago, for refuge in the underground tunnels of the royal palace; many others are waiting in silence, dumb with terror in their homes, waiting that their doors are torn and the hell come to pick them up, as in their darkest nightmares, but in tens, hundreds of windows it can still see small flames glitter in the dark, the legacy of an ancient rite, designed to ward off the darkness, chase the evil and reject the aberrant presence of the warp. An empty ritual, before. Only a ritual, before the nameless unfathomable crimson horror burst in the Materium. Let Light the Emperor's candles, oh you! Rover on the avenue of Splendours. This is the Walpurgis Night.





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DEPLOY



The avenue of Splendours







The imperial cathedral, destroyed by orbital bombardment.









Both titan legions arrived in the sector, followed, as the glory of the past, by the strongest legionaries of the universe. The warlord titans make the earth tremble, but it can hear far away, slow and colossal steps. As a light and steady approaching earthquake. A sentence of death, the bearer of plague. Him. Ebola, one of the most feared commanders of the Legion Cariosus, the emperor titan of Nurgle. It's here, on Ivanor. As a break through battering ram is crossing the collapsed secondary walls. It's here, and the end is near.





<< You've already disappointed me on Abeldar, Sarok-Awrath, and disappointing me you have disappointed our mentor, Lord Abbadon, who anxiously awaits the verdict of our triumph, here on Istanor. So, Be careful not to disappoint Him again, it would be wise on your part. >>
Nameless

OST - Resident Evil - Songs | Tomandandy - Arcadia


<< Harald Deathwolf! You, mangy dog. You escaped my axe on Abeldar, but now. Bastard, this is the day of the showdown. Blood for the BLOOD GOD! >>
Sarok-Awrath, Black Legion Khorne Daemon Prince, commander of the breakthrough force on the Thermophylae sector.



Legio Metalica XII° Titan Legion Battle Group



Legio Cariosus 8th battle group



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Arctos forward with strong and decisive steps. The ground trembles in fear, helpless. At its side forward Arietem Imperium, its vortex missile ready to launch. At their feet, the land raiders of the space wolves, ready to provide their own cover fire. A little further on, towards on the way to the avenue of splendours the warhound titan Deus Vult, lonely, peeping behind a house, occupied by the scout marines. The warhound titan turn its steel head towards the great road that bisects the city, and with indecipherable sight observes the arrival of Ira Dei, followed by a company of predators and one of land speeders. The space wolves and the titan legion armies made their entrance on the battlefield. Their objectives on the vertical axis, a defensive, containment strategy.















Malum Virus, in all its horror, bursts in the imperial cathedral's ruin, as insult and mockery of what it was a few hours ago one of the most untouched places of the imperial cult. Behind him, a company of predators protecting raptors a cult advances. To his right, forward rabid Ferreums Lepra, casting its shadow upon the sinister decimator of Khorne. Malum Virus receives from its cyber sensors and its rotting trappings the arrive on his left of Gloriam Putredine, followed by a company of Land Raiders and the rapid as terrible deathwheel. The three warlord titans of Nurgle break into the battlefield too, ready for the showdown. Their strategic objectives form a wedge into the heart of the defenders allies. An offensive, uncompromising strategy.











Those who have crossed the battlefield, were born to sow death and destruction in the Universe.



ORBITAL OPERATION SCHEDULED
SPACE WOLF STARCRUISER WITH DROP POD ARRIVING TURN: 3
BLACK LEGION DEVASTATION CLASS CRUISER ARRIVING TURN: 2

- space wolf Tactical and devastator det. mounted in Landing craft
- space wolf terminator will arrive with teleport
- black legion terminator will arrive with teleport



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TURN 1
Initiative: ALLIES

A hound barked. One time. One more time. Then silence, as if the animal was listening in the night, what was going to happen.



An iron hound.





OST - Two Steps From Hell - Protectors of the Earth


But, they shall know no fear.



<< Brothers! In this war we fought against the enemy Eldar, that fate has placed before cynically against us on Abeldar at the Borka's plains, and then on our side. Then again on Abeldar, the enemy has shown his true face, and we crossed our battle axes with him at the Outer Space bay of Baras Military City, always on the agriworld, but we were defeated. The war has spilled over to here. In the heart of the stars system of Istanor VII°, now we can take our revenge, already a dozen enemy armies have dug their grave by themselves in this sector. Our duty now is the same as ten thousand years ago: to defend this bastion of mankind against the abomination of warp. Russ in the halls of Walhalla is watching us, and will weigh on the balance of glory the warrior's courage of each of us. Let rise up the axes and the warhammers, My wild beasts. Because after us, only the Great Flood. >>
Harald Deathwolf



A brackish fog, smelly, swollen of the last exhalations of the millions of victims already fallen within the city, charged with radioactive electricity of the countless explosions and atrocious bombings, pestilential by the Plague of Nurgle, which is spreading like a flagellum in the city, fraught of the immense artillery fume, the pregnant smoke of the angry guns and the tanks exhaust pipes the fog rises from the ground, rising sometimes near the top of the highest skyscrapers peaks. As a shapeless hand spreading among neighborhoods, breaks through the cracks, it creeps, it crawls, it's greasy. The Astartes stand out as giants in the fog, while fleeting, shapeless, frightened shadows crawling in the dark, like rats. Above them, immense titans advance.



The scout Marines advance, patrolling the little square in front of them, a cardinal point in the space wolves strategy. the wardance has begun.



On the opposite side, in the suburbs behind the statue of the archangel, the deathwheel advances rapidly, reaching the fenrisian wolves on the street, and two powerful wolves fall under the warengine's infernal firepower.



The Titans of the Legio Metalica still don't move, while the sentinels Lucius Pattern advance, patrolling the inner districts to the small square already patrolled by the scout marines, but one sentinel is destroyed by the upcoming fire of the massive approaching decimator super heavy tank, which stop at the foot of Commissar Nikolai Yezhov's memorial.





The space wolves, then, move their land speeder slowly, behind the complex of buildings, the Deathwheel on their next assault's line.



The pace of the battle accelerate, dramatically. Gloriam Putredine moves fast and breaks on the avenue of Splendours, pouring a storm of missiles from its two apocalypse launchers upon the scout, Killing five marines, while on the opposite side of the Avenue, Ferreum Lepra moves fast it too, conquering the archangel statue. The scout marines are under a firestorm, this time from its terminus howitzer, but they withstand, pearched on the buildings.







Between the iron foot of Arctos, the warlord titan, commander of the battle group, the marines attack bikes march forward, positioning itself in the inner suburbs, on the way of the enemy's secondary objective on the right flank; while Arctos prepares an overwatch fire, patrolling their primary objective which is located in the district under construction.



The Fenrisian wolves, called by an ancient instinct, run forward, protecting the central front along the Avenue of Splendours, while the forlorn hope marines advance and open fire, but the beasts don't fall back showing at their enemies sharp teeth and hungry jaws.









The space wolves procede to attack. The enemy cruiser will be on the battlefield next hour, and the enemy boldly is advancing on the avenue, an aggressive maneuver to break through. The predator tanks open fire against Ferreum Lepra, and four void shields collapse under their lascannons firestorm; but the retaliation arrives fast. The black legion land raiders move near Ferreum Lepra, and unleash a terrible hellstorm upon the predators, annihilating the entire detachment.







The black legion predators, at this point, move slowly and hide behind a building, protecting thei secondary objective, while on the sky the massive landing vessel fly over the battlefield, accompanied by a thunderhawk gunship which keeps busy the swiftdeath interceptors kilometers higher. However, the ground attack of the vessel has no noticeable effect, except to create some noise in the forlorn hope detachment.





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Malum Virus gurgles, iron and rotting, inside the imperial cathedral in ruins. Its sprawling head of flesh and steel look on the horizon, ready to intercept and destroy, in overwatch, anyone foolish enough to move on the avenue of Splendours...



...when an hound barked. One time. One more time. The steel animal forward, its light turbo laser destructor and its light Melta cannon pointed against Ferreum Lepra, when Malum Virus breaks the overwatch and opens fire. The plasma destructor vaporizes the few warhound titan's void shields, and the morbus cannon impacts in all its devastating power, breaking and tearing the titan in an instant. The warhound vanishes in an evil flame's triumph. The hound bark no more.





The black legion attack bikes moves against the space wolves one to protect their weak right flank, their cylinders engines roar of anger, in a cacophony even more terrifying of the massacre to come, hidden around the corner of the building.









Near the little square, the space wolves land raiders advance, occupying the square and open fire against Gloriam Putredine, destroying three void shields, while on the opposite side of the avenue the raptor cult march and occupy the closer buildings to the assault line against the astartes land speeders.





Ira Dei, now, advances. Its huge strides stop in the wreckage of Deus Vult, the warhound titan destroyed, and the wreckage of the predators. And it unleash its firepower. The Vulcan mega bolter destroy the last Ferreum Lepra's void shields, when the plasma cannon and the volcano cannon impact on it, destroying rotten flash, and rotten steel. The Nurgle titan falters.







The message arrives fast, and inexorable. Now or never. The order is clear, for Arietem Imperium. The launch pad is raised a few feet, when a massive flame blazes on the carapace of the warlord titan, while the vortex missile is projected into the sky, a short parable, only to fall on the body of the wounded Ferreum Lepra. The monster observes roaring, but the roar becomes a strict shrill cry of agony, when the missile impacts against the Titan chest, throwing a good half of it on the warp and leaving it as a destroyed mass of rotting flesh and steaming steel. Ferreum Lepra is destroyed.







If the dark, red, infernal clouds of this night that doesn't end were not so thick, it could almost see, in orbit, the distant silhouette of the black legion cruiser, approaching. Sarok Awrath is ready, the hour of his vengeance is approaching it too. The time that will come, it will be tougher.









Fierce warriors, the most feared warriors in the galaxy and huge steel walker gods of a forgotten world face each other, ready to slaughter each other without any human merci. This, too, is the Walpurgis Night.







ARMY STATUS END TURN 1: download

TURN 1. end turn.
Black Legion: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass)
Space Wolf: 1 (defend the flag)



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TURN 2
Initiative: ALLIES



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++ approaching enemy navy ++
++ 10 minutes until it gets into district's orbit ++
++ containement and hold tactic approved ++
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++ crypted.cod-Beast879_Captain_HDW.CLOSE ++



OST - Two Steps From Hell - Fire Nation




The hordes of traitor imperial guards are an unstoppable river of steel and destruction that triumphant had breaks over the eastern wall, now swept away. Deceived, thousands of soldiers marching to war, forced into a life full of fear in the most brutal dictatorship that humanity has ever known: the empire. To obey. Obey or die. Obey, and die. The Field Marshal Alexsander Ross led them to war, but they are only a small part of the whole Twelfth Army, but if the capital will falls, the civil war will spread throughout the entire stars system, enlarging the ranks of the discontented and deceived even within the higher military ranks. A danger to which the Allies have played all their cards, to avert it. The traitor imperial armies and the Lost and the Damned from Omeros Planet begin to circumnavigate the Thermopylae sector, opening their road with the sword and the cannon. A slowly advance. From the Thermopylae sector hot flashes and huge explosion tell of a terrible battle, only just begun. No mortal dare go near there, there are fighting the Gods and the giants.

Superhuman. Genetically modified creatures, created for battle, created for: victory or death.



Luna Wolves and Space Wolves. Two wild animals that strive by ten thousand years. An hound from hell and a beast of Walhalla strive while the world around them crumbles and sinks into darker entropy.





Night of witches, night of horrors. Feeble, shake the flame, of the sacred candle. That it doesn't extinguish! Let blow, blow on its fire, that in the pitch dark shapeless and nameless presences crawling, lewd, with their claws forward to the throat of mankind.





The Materium falters, for a moment, when the reality is torn and the terminators teleport on the battlefield. A company of black legion appears on the avenue of Splendours, in protection by their land raiders, while twenty space wolves terminators surround the chaos warbikes, in a deadly trap...



...and the trap is triggered immediately. The commander of the space wolves warbikes orders the engagement, that impact in unison with the terminators against the renegades warbikes. A fierce battle, the terminators with their steel hammers and power fists overwhelm and crumple up flesh, armor and bike, but the renegades fight savagely attacking and knocking down ten terminators, while in the center unleashes a fierce massacre in speed, biker against biker, a carnage of bolters, chain saws and more bizarre and deadly melee weapon. After few minutes all the black legion bikers are dead, thier iron horses destroyed, but among the ten terminators killed, four wolves warbikes too are down, defeated. An hard victory, to gain the district near the western chaos secondary objective.









On the avenue of Splendours the black legion land raiders advance and unleash a firestorm against Ira Dei, the warlord titan that bravely stand up alone defending the avenue against the Whole chaos army. It's void shields collapse, one after the other, and immediately the titan regroup, reloading four of its six downed shields, firing against Gloriam Putredine, but no one of its weaponry hit the target, hidden behind the ruins.







The pace of the battle is always faster. The space wolves land raiders open fire against the decimator, but it's hull resist at the Hellstorm of lascannons.



The Avenue of Splendours, now the Avenue of Wonders for the chaos invaders, becomes a receptacle of hell. Sarok-Awrath, the Black Legion Khorne Daemon Prince, commander of the breakthrough force on the Thermophylae Sector summon a terrible Greater daemon of Khorne, that scream its fury to the sky and attacks the fenrisian wolves, followed by the whole terminators company. The wolves dies horribly slaughtered.



The assault and the impetus of the black legion is unstoppable. Just the fenrisian wolves are defeated, the raptors cult as a nest of flies lifts off into the red and neverending night, and assaults the land speeders hidden behind the buildings at the right of Ira Dei, destroying three grav tank and forcing the other two to fall back near Arctos, the warlord titan, legate and commander of this legio metalica battle Group.





The Avenue of Splendours is a cemetery, cooked flash and destroyed steel, columns of smoke, debris, dying shapeless creatures cry their last breath in the Walpurgis Night. The right flank of the wolves deployment has been hit hard. The decimator finally opens fire on the same land raiders who tried to shoot it down, but its shot is more accurate, aided by the dark powers luck, three land raiders are destroyed. Now, only Ira Dei is the Emperor's shield on the Avenue of Splendours.





In a short pause, the space wolves scout marines advance, and try to break down Sarok Awrath, snipe him. But the daemon prince escapes the trap, and the forlorn hope near the chaos land raiders moves and opens to protect the tanks by a possible planetary assault or a ground attack.





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The Deathwheel advances, fast and furious, and stands up boldly against Ira Dei, knocking down its just reloaded void shields. Now it is the target for the whole chaos army.



The neverding night is torn, and three swift Death interceptors fall upon the land speeders, but the last two grav-tanks don't loose ground and resist. The fighters leave the battlefield in the same moment when Arctos the legate advances with anger...



Arctos, with a fast move, appear at the edge of the Avenue of Splendours, the deathwheel on its line of fire. Sings the quake cannon, sings too the turbolaser destructor and finally the volcano cannon thunder its sentence.







The deathwheel is a fireball, among a firestorm, deeply strucked, into a sudden it try a reverse maneuver, too fast and out of control, it impacts and breaks through a building, crashing to the ground in a column of smoke and flame. Another huge scrap on the Avenue of Splendours.



Fire, flames. Flames and fire again. The thunderhawk gunship flies over Arctos carapace, and fires against the decimator, and this time the battlecannon pierces the armor of the super heavy tank damaging it.



The battle, since the outbreak, burst with anger, bringing devastation along the Avenue of Splendours and on the western districts, along the axis of engagement of the legio metalica. However, the space wolves, although severely damaged, have not yet shown their cards, and their plan.





Malum Virus observes its prey before him. Who, who else can bag the glory of this booty? Malum Virus advances, emerging from the ruins of the imperial cathedral and opens fire on Ira Dei. Its latest void shield collapses under the battle tail blow, and the plasma and morbus cannons impact on the Titan, devastating it. Ira Dei falters, half destroyed, and retreats backwards, its carapace a column of flaming smoke.





Another time the neverending night is torn, the dominance of the skies is at hand in the space wolves. Harald Deathwolf inside the Landing vessel looks down, while the vessel makes a ground attack against Gloriam Putredine, knocking down a void shield. The space wolves commander concentrates for the next hour, when the wolf will strike with all the Russ fury.



++ crypted.cod-Beast879_Captain_HDW.OPEN ++
++ crypted.cod-Beast879_Captain_HDW ++
++ enemy navy in orbit ++
++ containement and hold tactic managed ++
++ crypted.cod-Beast879_Captain_HDW ++
++ crypted.cod-Beast879_Captain_HDW.CLOSE ++

The neverending night, as it crossed by a rain of steel, opens the way for its wonders. On the thick and dense clouds creating dozens of holes, while the drop pods of the black legion pierce the night and fall down on the battlefield. The Landing point is revealed near Ira Dei, where it was severely damaged. From the pods emerges a black legion company, devoted to Nurgle, while a pin point attack, a laser beam, breaks upon Ira Dei, damaging it this time directly in the plasma reactor, that risk to go out of control.







Arctos records all data about Ira Dei, trying to communicate with the spirit machine the best procedure to secure the plasma reactor core, and orders to Arietem Imperium to march forward, overcoming it. The imperial titan legion has brought the attack.



The Nurgle black legion company summon an horde of plague bearers and assault the Scouts marins, overwhelming them mercilessly. The imperial western front is collapsed, only Ira Dei, that strike against the unwatchable Death, the last hope.





Malum Virus whispers a sinister whistle, and at that call Gloriam Putredine regroups, regenerating all its void shields and advancing behind the building that separates it from Arctos, now its prey.



The dawn of a titanic clash is at hand.







Ira Dei start the fixing procedure, among the cheering prayers of the tech priests and a swarm of servitors who run in the narrow corridors of the immense warengine. But all is in vain. Bad luck, coincidence of fate, or the dark anathemas of chaos. The criticality in the reactor gets out of control, and in seconds the reactor detonates, ripping its right leg and the Titan collapses spectacularly forward. A huge thud, a roar that is heard for miles. Ira Dei fell, but his princeps, for another unlikely accident of fate, has escaped, he only, from the cruel death.







Tremble the mortals, wavering the giants, fall the gods of steel and might, under the shadow of the Walpurgis Night.



ARMY STATUS END TURN 2: download

TURN 2. end turn.
Black Legion: 1 (defend the flag)
Space Wolf: 0



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TURN 3
Initiative: ALLIES

The battle erupts street by street, house by house, the battle for the conquest of Ivanor becomes increasingly bloody. A good half of the space wolves chapter came weeks ago for fight the Eldar, and now is occupied only for the defense of the city, along with the imperial guard loyal to King Minos III°. The city, capital of the kingdom, in a few days was disfigured. From flagship of the forge cities of the star system, to become a heap of ruins, if ever will flutter triumphant the eagle-faced flag at the end of the day, it will take centuries before Ivanor return to the lost glories, lost in few but terrible days of siege.



<< The night is ours! Come on, my black beasts! Bring me the heart of the wolf and let celebrate our victory over the emperor's minions. >>
Sarok-Awrath, Black Legion Khorne Daemon Prince, commander of the breakthrough force on the Thermophylae sector.

OST - Two Steps From Hell - He Who Brings The Night


Holy duty of the Emperor - by Commissar Holt

A battle that goes this far, crumbles the supply of munition and wargear. What was meant to be a glorius act, now becomes carnivorus for mere flesh and steel to survive at all! Even Chaos forces turn their head to seek every available war material, slowly ignoring anything else if there is none to be found at their location.
The combat become more rigid, more rapid. Once an enemy falls, the opposite formation manouvreing breaks, as the survivors like vultures encircles their victim.
Glory, honour, faith, hatred, pacts which drive many great combatants, slowly rips down by each round of bolt shell, by each swing of weapon. Hours have passed, days have passed, but the slaugther remained, more so it has only become larger, escorted by the laughter of Dark Gods.
Great warriors... finest of their kind resembled wild beasts instead of a proud Astartes... now they are only prey to each other. Hunters and hunted. Brother against brother!
For them, there is no mercy, they show none!
For them there is no victory, they only kill!
For them there is no redemption, they only fight for their own!
Walpurgisnacht have claimed but all!
Every moment they live is an uncompassionate achievement, as it traps them in the hopeless bloody wave which surrounds the battlefield. A horror that merely surpassed by the fear of death itself, should they live another moment before meeting the inevitable...



Here, all your benefits means nothing. Here, your greatest strenghts will turn against you! And in the final moment, you are going to face hell... where only your weakness remains... where only your mind goes insane.

Yet there is solution to hell itself... acceptance. When all hope is lost, weapons clashes and armor breaks, the only real last thing that even the most wretched can grasp for is acceptance of their fate.
This is the greatest thing for an Astartes to learn or ignore. This is the most important revelation which seperates an Astartes from another.
This is the brightest way to follow the Holy duty of the Emperor.



The huge, iron, sinister presence of Gloriam Putredine looming from behind the building, but Arctos, the legate, captain of the legio metalica battle group, don't wait a second longer, and with a quick movement goes beyond the district, escaping the close combat range with the Nurgle titan, peering directly before Malum Virus. Its turbolaser destructor begins to whirl, while the mouth of the volcano cannon roars. The shields of Malum Virus falter, but the beast doesn't waver, grinning, holding out his sprawling head forward. The two leaders of their respective battle group stand one before the other.







Gloriam Putredine, looking to escape its prey, backs along the Avenue of Splendours, unleashing a storm of missiles of its two apocalypse missile launchers, knocking down some shields of Arctos, now under fire, but the initiative in the astartes hands.





The Starcruiser of the space wolves is in orbit, and for a few moments the sun can illuminate the imperial cathedral in ruins, while a bombing strikes on it and Malum Virus. At the same instant, a dozen drop pods land near the cathedral. The deathwinds unleash a massive suppressive fire, damaging and forcing the decimator to retreat. A company of tactical marines emerges fast and ready to fight, but finds itself under the overwatch fire of the chaos predator tanks. A terrible fire that decimate them without mercy, but the wolves doesn't know fear, and throw themselves on them, crushing all the tanks, thanks to the fire support of Arctos, nearby.





















Only ten marines of the company deployed with the drop pods survive, and regroup in the ruins near the western chaos secondary objective, at the foot of a crashed thunderhawk gunship, hours ago.



The chaos land raiders advance, heading directly toward Arctos. Called by the gurgling metal chuckle of Malum Virus. Iron calling another iron, meat, demons and steel. The land raiders stop near Gloriam Putredine and unleash a storm of lascannons upon Arctos. All its void shields collapse, and a shot penetrates the mighty armor. The legate is alone, alone before Malum Virus, too late. Arietem Imperium has not yet come. Few, fatal minutes.





Malum Virus laughs. Malum Virus cries. Malum Virus gurgles his victory. Still, on his powerful legs of rotten flesh and corrupted steel points its plasma destructor and the morbus cannon against Arctos. And it opens fire. The plasma destructor penetrates the armor of the warlord titan, fusing the weapon system of its carapace and the frontal armor, when the morbus cannon, a weapon similar to a volcano cannon, erupts its iniquity. A powerful beam penetrates the chest of Arctos, which dies in flames as a god of the old days, blessing and glorifying the great God Machine. Flesh, iron, spirit. Now they are one thing.





Arctos is defeated. Arctos, the legate, is destroyed in the red and hellish Walpurgis Night.



[CONTINUE...]

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[...CONTINUE]



OST - Two Steps From Hell - White Witch




In space, the battle rages, cruel, terrible, deadly than any tactical sense. The predominant traitor and chaos fleet, taken aback, suffered heavy damage but now the ambush's advantage is vanished for the allies, and remains only a seething hell of fire. At thousands and thousands shines forth in the void the laser beams and torpedoes, dozens burning ships explode, drift in space or fall captured into orbit of the planet Istanor, creating hellish meteor showers that go to scourge the already devastated planet. A battle that is now an arena, where orks, Eldars, Astartes and the loyalist imperial fleets are fighting now in the most complete chaos against the traitor imperial fleet and the chaos navy.





A boiling death, than cold and then mute vanishes in the horrible black void of the sidereal silence.



Arietem Imperium just in time get to his master, to see him die in a triumph of flames. Ire, deep ire and anger, than the roar of its plasma reactor cry its fury and destruction, Malum Virus grins, but his laugh is silent when the last Titan of the loyalist battle group rapidly advances toward him, wreaking its Melta cannon upon his-its body. The void shields of the favored of Nurgle falter, creak and emit hellish and fetid flashes.





<< For Russ and the Allfathers! Brothers. This. It's the time. This, it's cup of glory that fate give at us. We land alongside Arietem Imperium. Let destroy the damn titan of Nurgle, prince of the battlegroup! >>
Harald Deathwolf.



The landing vessel with a maneuver almost impossible lands alongside Arietem Imperium, and disembarks the tactical company of Harald Deathwolf and a company of devastators. The rhinos advance a few meters, deploying the troops inside. Everything happens so quickly as only can an Astartes. In a few moments, all companies of marines are shooting at the Titan, supported by the fearsome support fire of Arietem Imperium. The huge giant of Nurgle falters, huge boils explode, the morbus cannon detaches from its shoulders and falling goes below the plasma destructor. An unsustainable firestorm, and within minutes the Prince of Nurgle has become a pillar of smoke and flames. A desperate cry echoes in the battlefield, the revenge of Arctos came lightning. The two captain died, one before the other. Defeated. Destroyed.











The field of Thermopylae, by far, is a glowing cauldron from where blinding flashes and deafening thunder discourage any mortal or not by the approach to it. On the attack route of the black legion a tactical company devoted to Nurgle march on the street, ranking behind the primary and secondary objectives of the allies forces, ready to conquer it in the next hour.



From the sky, the thunderhawk gunship arrives, lands and embarks the ten terminators pearched on the building, near the epic clash against the chaos biker renegades; ready to another mission for the next, incoming hour. Now that the gods of steel are destroyed each other, a lot of fate and outcome of this battle will be decided by small actions and accurate maneuvers.





So, finally, the thunderhawk gunship meets the Landing vessel, that leave the battlefield it too in the same moment when, on the opposite side, the swiftdeath interceptors arrive to bomb again the land speeders, that escape the attack, once again.





<< You! Bastard. You. You, damned and mangy dog. There is no tomorrow for you, this will be your grave. Let march backwards, my terminators! Let surround the space wolves and the damn loyalist titan. Will be glory, or will be death. Blood! Blood for the Blood God! >>
Sarok-Awrath.





[CONTINUE...]

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[...CONTINUE]

Where before there were the chaos terminators, now comes the forlorn hope, the scouts to contend the imperial objective won earlier, while in the chaos district, behind Arctos, now collapsed to the ground, the space wolves warbikes company prepares an overwatch, seeing the titan legion sentinels arrive, on ahead. The last space wolves land raider, and the last two land speeders advances on the chaos district, escaping in this way the assault range of the black legion Nurgle's devoted tactical company, and preparing for the next hour, to challange all the possible.







Arctos is a pile of flaming steel. Malum Virus, a pillar of rotten and corrupted iron, a black burning torch in the red neverending night.



The stage of the final battle is now clear. Harald Deathwolf growl his challange to Sarok-Awrath, the daemon prince of Khorne. And he answers the challenge, the Bloodthirster like a beast on a leash at the foot of Arietem Imperium. Steel Gods, winged demons, giants and superhumans in adamantium armors. The Sleep of Reason Produces nightmares. But today is the Walpurgis Night, and for you, poor mortals, only the Emperor's candles will keep you safe from the shapeless horrors that lurk in the dark. Blow on their flame. Don't turn off, your last hope, poor rover that wanderers in the Avenue of Splendours...







...because there, strive the Gods and the Giants.





Now there is no more tactics, only ferocity and steel.



OST - The Terminator Soundtrack - Main Theme




ARMY STATUS END TURN 3: download

TURN 3. end turn.
Black Legion: 1 (break the spirit)
Space Wolf: 1 (break the spirit)

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TURN 4
Initiative: CHAOS HORDE

There was a dream for mankind, an Emperor's dream.



Triumph of Ullanor
"You are like a son and together we have all but conquered the galaxy. Now the time has come for me to retire to Terra. My work as a soldier is done and now passes to you for I have great tasks to perform in my earthly sanctum. I name you Warmaster and from this day forth all of my armies and generals shall take orders from you as if the words came from mine own mouth. But words of caution I have for you, for your brother Primarchs are strong of will, of thought and of action. Do not seek to change them, but use their particular strengths well. You have much work to do, for there are still many worlds to liberate, many peoples to rescue. My trust is with you. Hail Horus! Hail the Warmaster!"
—The Emperor of Mankind, during the Triumph of Ullanor

Horus. The warmaster. M30.






But now the dream is broken and the stage is set. Harald Deathwolf and Sarok-Awrath can now see each other. Their axes are raised forward to the sky. The loyal to the Emperor of mankind and a son of Horus, the traitor. Again, against, like ten thousand years ago.

OST - Two Steps From Hell - Fatal Fury


Sarok-Awrath cries the charge, and the chaos terminators phalanx assaults the warlord titan Arietem Imperium. The immense war machine aims its chainfist against the greater daemon of Khorne, who charge the titan, devastating it with its daemon axe. Hordes of bloodletters burst through the ranks of Harald Deathwolf, who jumps into the fray with his tactical company supported by the support fire of the devastators in the cathedral in ruin that unleash a massive firestorm. All terminators are crushed under the feet of the mighty Titan, but hit after hit the God Machine falters, dismantled and destroyed by a fury of rare magnitude. The greater daemon does a step back, wounded, Harald Deathwolf himself is wounded, and forced to disperse the entire company, at the exact moment in which, with a thunder, Arietem Imperium collapse back on itself. Defeated. Destroyed. Sarok-Awrath rises his battle axe to the red sky, to the neverending night, shouting his victory, while Harald Deathwolf, cunning general, dragging out of the fray, victorious. The Khorne commander, blinded by his fury, fell into his trap.















Sarok-Awrath regroups his company around him, trying to approach the ruin, but from the Cathedral the devastators unleash again their firestorm, forcing him to stop. What remain of his company is in open field.



And now, the last two land speeder advance, contesting the chaos objectives and firing against the chaos terminators. The daemon pact is broken. The obliterators fall back, and from his back a black flame rise to the sky, when the Greater Daemon of Khorne vanishes into the warp, swallowed up as the bloodletters remained. Sarok-Awrath cries again, but this time his defeated, forced to fall back and to leave the battlefield, the war, and the chronicles. About him nobody never heard more, neither now, nor ever. The Daemon Prince vanishes so in the folds of history, outcast among the outcasts, as a deserter of the black legion.









The black legion tactical company devoted to Nurgle procedes with its battleplan, and move conquering the allies primary objective.



[CONTINUE...]

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[...CONTINUE]

OST- WASP - Charisma HQ




<< My King, we've received a recorded message from the Holy TERRA. It come with an unidentified code, with an imperial prefix. >>
<< Are Them, brother. Send it on the display of my mobile arm-device. >>
<< Yes, My Lord! >>



++ crypted.cod-Beast879_FenK.OPEN ++
++ crypted.cod-Beast879_Captain_FenK ++
++ incoming stream ++
++ channel open. Play. ++
++ crypted.cod-Beast879_Captain_FenK ++
++ crypted.cod-Beast879_Captain_FenK.CLOSE ++



<< Valiant Logan Grimnar, we have heard about what is happening on the star system of Istanor VII° but we regret not being able to accommodate your request for reinforcements, nor we would like to use vital resources, should read astartes chapters, for a border so insignificant compared to Armageddon, and many others; but we can also congratulate for the excellent management of the crisis and its natural favorable outcome, rest assured that you will be more than in able to tip the scales in favor of our Holy God Emperor and ultimately for the whole mankind. The inquisitor Malachi von Frundsberg must be returned, unharmed, to the Holy Inquisition order as soon as possible, which will decide about him the right disciplinary procedure. You are personally responsible about. The controversy about the book with the xeno Alaitoc Eldar is under review by the Holy Inquisition and will be resolved afterwards, that artifact, who accidentally found itself to be the object of such an unpleasant contention. With esteem. The Emperor protects. >>
Senatorum Imperialis. - The High Lords of TERRA.

<< Good news, my Lord, good wind? >>
<< Ha! Ha! The only wind that will help us, it's what comes from Walhalla, brother! >>
<< I wonder You don't add any adjective after Them, My Lord. >>
<< Ha! Ha! You never know who may be listening here, brother. These devices have ears. >>

The black legion, now leaderless, try to consolidate their position. The Forlorn hope retinue prepares an overwatch fire, but from the sky the Landing vessel approaches, and land near it, opening fire.



Near the just conquered primary objective, advance the last three sentinels of the titan legion, contesting the chaos conquest. The plan of the black legion begins to crumble, and the evasive maneuver of the space wolves marines proves triumphant over all the strategic points of the battlefield.



The last land raider advances among the warbikes company, contesting with this maneuver all the chaos previously conquered objectives. There isn't a front now, and the chaos battle plan is in disarray.



From the sky appear the thunderhawk gunship that land near the catherdral, disembarking ten terminators and consolidating the position alongside the devastators. The chaos land raiders try to advance, but are stopped by the fire of the space wolves.



Gloriam Putredine doesn't know whether to advance, to conquer an enemy objective, or if back to challenge its own. The battle is over.



The Legio Metalica XII° Titan Legion Battle Group no longer exists, completely destroyed, but the battle is over.



Harald Deathwolf is wounded, and one marine on two, in this battlefield, rest to the ground, but the battle is over.



The battle is over, the black legion is forced to retreat for consolidate their position, forced now in a skirmish battle in several strategic points.



The battle is over, and no one, no one was able to go beyond the Thermopylae Sector.



The battle is over, but not the war, nor night: long, deep, and neverending.
Blow on the fire of the holy Emperor's candles. Let that protect, Let that illuminate. Only salvation in the Walpurgis Night.

PLAYERS DECLARE: DRAW
Military result: CHAOS VICTORY
Tactical result: ALLIES VICTORY
ALLIES VICTORY

OST - Tron Legacy - Soundtrack OST - 21 TRON Legacy (End Titles) - Daft Punk


ARMY STATUS END TURN 4: download

TURN 4. end turn.
Black Legion: 1 (break the spirit)
Space Wolf: 1 (break the spirit)

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Edited by Radgraglio - 14/4/2021, 12:36