10 - Galrisian - Grond besieged, IV Legio Metalica Battlegroup leaded by Legate Carl Pastorius with 138° imperial guard regiment try to conquer fort Grond before the orks armies arrive.
Idque apud imperitos humanitas vocabatur, cum pars servitutis esset.
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The Fort of Graldimar, now the dark fortress of Grond. It stands up for ten long years under the terrible orks pressure. Assault, after assault, after assault. Its walls, now almost unrecognizable, are gross with the blood of countless martyrs and green devils. Fell after a two-year siege, its captain, Sir Markantony Brag-hàl-din, flayed alive and stuffed, was carried in procession from the fort to the southern gates of Kepler Secundus, and there abandoned, at the mockery of the winners, at the despair of the vanquished. But the Fort of Graldimar, today, is at his reckoning.
Planet: Galrisian Sector: Grond Fort (once Fort of Graldimar). Valgorgo swamps. (once lakes of Van sector). Relevance: Conquer Grond fort before the orks armies arrive to protect it consolidating their position, turning it into a base for their backlash. Force:IV Legio Metalica Battlegroup leaded by Legate Carl Pastorius with 138° imperial guard regiment. Danger Level: Medium-High. Try to open a turning point in the Winter-Manöver.
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The battle of Atrudorstan's pass is over, and on the whole continental southern front the war flares up, raging, relentless. The ork armies, overcome the mountains, impacted against the new defensive line prepared by General Liu Bocheng, Commander of the defense of the southern front of Galrisian. A defensive line just enough to keep out from the clash the imperial southern cities. But this condition, totally not obvious, doesn't last forever. On the North front the armies at the command of General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, after the reconquest of Kepler Secundus, are currently stopped on the new nordic front line. While in the north the imperial guard partially broken through, in the south has lost ground. A stalemate that now sees in the continental center the rise of the next clash. Apocalyptic, immense. The army of Napoleork advances, just as the imperial one. Failed, for both, the coup, now the tactic is simple. Beat the opponent in battle with the strength of the numbers and an immense firepower. And it's at the middle of this impending apocalypse that fort Grond plays an important role. Crossroads of armies, stronghold, mighty fortress in ork hands where for decades vast armies have gone to assault, equipped with everything. Leave at the orks this fortress is give them an advantage that the imperial command can not afford. An imperial vanguard is sent precipitously forward. Explorers and orbital images tell about an approaching mechanized ork army, at least a thousand tanks, sent forward to reach fort Grond. One day. A single day of siege is granted at the imperial forces, before the orks come to strengthen the fortress. This, the time given to General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg to raze the fortress. At his side the Red King leads a warlords battlegroup of his legion. One day. Only one day.
Battlefield: 120 x 240 cm Turn Lengh: 6 Reinforcement: army of the imperium can split their army as reinforcements. Ork stronghold: ORK CITADEL EATOTALWAR supplement v1.1 Ork fortress layout Imperial guard fortress and other special unit: see the complete house rule section Victory Condition: The army of the imperium must take the fort until the turn 6 conquering, not contested, the objective 1 at the center of it. Re-Roll: IG: 2 (as per army list) - ORKS: 2 (1 per army list, 1 for have the stronghold) DEPLOY: the ork player must deploy first all his army inside the stronghold. The imperial player, than, must schedule the entry order if he want to split his army in different turns, as he wish, and communicate to the opponent. At turn zero the imperial player must deploy minimum 3k pt per side (the 2 long side of the table), at minimum 60cm from the stronghold. All the ork army start the game in overwatch.
++ For this mission I need one warrior with the balls and with the nuts! Roy! ++ ++ Ha! Ha! And how many he must have?, Pastorius? ++ ++ Four and more! More of the Omnissiah's arms! March with me, Princeps Agamemnon Roy, with your battlegroup! Fort Grond must fall. ++
Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy
++ Two bionic balls go okay too, Carl? ++
Princeps Eva Leroy
++ Just crap! Let pave this fukin' fortress! At your will, Legate Pastorius! Ready to action! ++
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The battlegroup leaded by Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy compact advances, over destroyed cities and lost lands. It March day and night, for rejoin with the imperial army, at the command of General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg, destined at the siege. A bold action, which requires timeliness. A dangerous action, whose success is a gamble. Veteran Princeps Roy, connected to the machine spirit of "Piombus Signum" warlord Titan, starts the arcane procedures that will lead and prepare the battlegruop for battle. Piombus Signum, a hurricane of fire armed with a Gatling blaster and a Laser burner, while on its carapace stands a formidable Volcano Cannon and a Plasma Destructor. To its right advances "Frangit Mundi" warlord titan, piloted by Princeps Eva Leroy. A titan for close assault, equipped with a Trident and a Melta cannon, while a plasma cannon and a Vortex Missile on its carapace give it long-range support. To Roy's left, loaded of glory and praetorian combat servitors, advances "Implacabilis Turrim" Warlord Titan, steel beast piloted by Princeps Vergilius Marr, which at the top of its corvus pod head drives the furious mountain of steel. Its arms equipped with a Vulcan Mega Bolter and a Power Fist make it completely versatile, while the Devotional Bell on its carapace gives it a unique speed, transforming it into an unstoppable battering ram hurled against the enemy. The IV° Legio Metalica Battlegroup is set up as a close combat battle group, a breakout force designed to shoot down other similar warengines or entire cities with their brute force. Behind the three warlord titans towering high the spiers of the Red King, Legate Carl Pastorius. Rex Archangelus, Lord of the Legion Metalica H.A. division. Lord of Piombus, shield of mankind. The huge plasma annihilator, a weapon designed to shoot down spaceships emits thunderbolts and incandescent lights, a sign that the entire machine is preparing for war. Legendary warengine, baptized in the name of the empire, forged at its foundation, unstoppable advances, darkening with its shadow its best warriors. It march, without fear, for the Omnissiah and the Emperor. The entire titan legion advances, followed by support engines and servitors at their service while Fort Grond begins to take shape on the horizon.
Master, what of the night? Child, night is not at all Anywhere, fallen or to fall, Save in our star-stricken eyes. Forth of our eyes it takes flight, Look we but once nor before Nor behind us, but straight on the skies; Night is not then any more.
~ Algernon Charles Swinburne, A Watch In The Night
++ ...incoming messag... error line 05110011S0011D011F-DAR5 ++
++ Error line 05110011S0011D011F-DAR5. Repeat procedure A ++
++ Rex Archangelus machine spirit subconsciousness autoplay recorded vision. COD-35sdf415e-2d55a7.0496dfgd6s. Released ++ ++ a..stor.... ++ ++ ...stor...us... ++ ++ ...Pastorioussss. ...the secret... ++ ++ ...the secret... ++ ++ ...the secret of steel! ++ ++ Rex Archangelus machine spirit subconsciousness message. COD-35sdf415e-2d55a7.0496dfgd6s. Closed ++
<< After this our civilization will not be another one, if the enemies of mankind were to prevail. After us, only the black void. Who are you... who whispers from the dawn of time. Back into the abyss! Heretic Shadow, outlaw devil. Banished black ghost. Unravels these black shadows, Rex Archangelus! >> Legate Carl Pastorius, Lord of the Legio Metalica H.A. divisio on Rex Archangelus, imperator titan.
Dreary and darkling was the trail, But my Knight was clad in a gleaming mail, And he plucked from his plume a feather. And oh how foolishly proud was I! "I'll wear it," I told him, "till I die; Freemen we'll be of sea and sky, To the ends of the earth together."
Yet now I know by my failing breath I'm ripe for the last adventure, Death, And I've reached the end of my tether: But my Knight of the shining mail is there, And his eyes are bright and he bids me dare: So into the Dark let's boldly fare, Into the Dark... together. ~ Robert William Service (1874-1958), Adventure
If Athens cries, Sparta doesn't laugh.
Day and night, night and day. Tirelessly, relentlessly, the mighty Adeptus titanicus warengines advance, unstoppable. A week of forced march, for the imperial infantry of the 138th imperial guard regiment, hundreds of soldiers silently marching, with their tanks and heavy artillery. Or Grond will fall, or Grond will be their grave. Finally, Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy sees from his command cockpit the mighty imperial army heading to the gathering point: only few miles from Fort Grond.
The Imperial army advances, keeping at a safe distance from the Fort. It advances, orderly, toward the gathering point, a hub for the future tactical maneuvers.
And Fort Grond is there, in all its menacing presence. terrible, silent bastion. All is quiet, but it's only illusion. The arrival of this army is hardly a surprise, for the orcs. Fort Grond is now a gargantuan jumble. The imperial style of the fortress was breached by the raw ork cleverness, and where first solemn gothic spiers towered gloriously now stand ignorant the massive orkish towers. Long parts of the walls, collapsed over the years under the weight of dozen sieges, were rebuilt by the orcs, in a chaotic but very effective style. Upon the two majestic columns of the East Gate, "Gate Daradaiko", from where once watched the statues of Zagus II and Saragath VI of the house of Dardaiko, rulers of Galrisian, now rest grotesque the statues of a Gretchin and a wild ork. Fort Grond is now a living havoc, deadly effigy, boulder on the shoulders of Galrisian and its infamous destiny.
Huge banners depicting Napoleork soar over the fortress, and in front of its doors. A mocking effigy, fearsome, that reminds at the humans who reigns now on Galrsian. Some soldiers pray quietly, others mutter curses against the bad luck that brought them here, at the foot of the fortress which for decades has swallowed hundreds of thousands lives.
The battlements of the fortress are full of orcs. Dozens and dozens of big gunz are perched, now silent, ready to unleash the hell.
Just outside the walls, a complex of oil extraction is linked with underground pipes to the fortress, providing virtually unlimited reserves of fuel and oil, inexhaustible source of energy, while a small rail connects the fortress to the extraction complex, for the transport of bulky materials.
Grond! Grond! Grond! Scream hundreds of guttural voices from inside the fortress. A Thunder, which paralyzes in terror the imperial soldiers. The noses raise to the sky: "the space wolves will come!" But it is a vain hope, those very few come here are now bogged in the south front. Terror, and panic, which disappear, however, when the shadow of Rex Archangelus, the imperator titan, appear over the mountain.
"The Gods of Piombus march with us!" shouts a soldier, pointing to the mighty titan legion, the glorious Legio Metalica Hells Angels battlegroup, advancing, fearless. If they have conquered the galaxy, ten thousand years ago, then yes. Fort Grond... will fall. And while the soldiers's hopes mingle with defiant ork warcries, great maneuvers take place. Regiments and armored divisions began to deploy, circumnavigating the fortress, preparing the incoming siege.
'May your weapon be guarded against malfunction, As your soul is guarded from impurity. The Machine God watches over you. Unleash the weapons of war. Unleash the Deathdealer.' — Chant for the prevention of malfunction
<< Pastorius, the ruin of a warlord titan appear in front of the East gate. Some circuits still respond, but it has been completely cannibalized by the orks. It was Animi Imperio, VI° battlegroup of the Legio Astorum, Warp Runners. What remain of its machine spirit is sending me its latest images. It fell in front of the walls, during Operation "Tempesta". Fuck! It was a carnage! >> Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy
<< No Fear, Roy. The unlucky operation "Tempesta" was wanted by the old Fildmarshal of the twelve army. A punitive mission of fifteen years ago. An imperial army half that arrived on the planet with us, with the support of a single battlegroup of the warp runners. A wedge supposed to come up to Gargarus, the ork capital. A colossal defeat that cost the chair at the predecessor of Tanaiser. But today, my assholes, we write another story. It will be revenged. >> Legate Carl Pastorius
++ vox message recorded. Play. ++
<< We liberated Kepler Secundus but we were invaded in the south, where we barely resist. Lord General Joseph Petrescu, it's time you show me real results. The arrival of the space wolves chapter is not defined, nor granted. I'm sure that your steadfast faith in the God Emperor and proven tactic attitudes will bring this glorious victory at the foot of the golden throne. For sure, the Lord of Mankind and its Holy Inquisition don't want to see squandered other millions, tens millions of lives. You Know. >> FIeld Marshal of the twelve imperial guard army, Cavalier of the East Cross, Lord Jasper "Immanuel" Tanaiser.
++ vox message recorded. Quit. ++
<< General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg, Yours is the duty of lead the imperial forces, with operational tasks, at the siege of Grond and beyond towards the Ruhr industries. Vainor operation starts. The entire Continental front will be the contact line. >> << In the shadow of the Legio Metalica we march, Lord Supreme General Petrescu. The God Emperor wants it. The numbers and timing of this siege are hard, terrible. It will be a bloodbath, but Grond must fall. >>
A metallic voice, sinister, echoes from dozens of speakers in and out the powerful machine, while the regiment of General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg embarks inside Rex Archangelus.
++ HQ infantry regiment embarking... ++ ++ Deus est Machina ++ ++ Follow the Legio servoskulls. ++ ++ Deus est Machina ++ ++ Deus est Machina ++ ++ Squads I°, II° and III° on the bastions. All the rest is waited on the battlements. ++ ++ Deus est Machina ++ ++ Deus est Machina ++
<< Welcome Aboard, General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg >> Legate Carl Pastorius.
Hours and hours of deployments and maneuvers, and the ork citadel is now under siege. Under the spiers of Rex Archangelus, in front of the East gate, the first mighty army is under its command. A regiment of leman russ tanks, escorted by a massive infantry regiment that take cover behind the tanks. Behind them, a storm troopers platoon on valkyries and a skitarii demi-centuri form a fast-attack force, ready to throw itself under the walls at the right time. And together with the Emperor Titan, march gloriously Frangit Mundi and Implacabilis Turrim.
On the other side, Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy on Piombus Signum Warlord Titan leads the second assault corps, at the center of two huge infantry regiments. Over the hill, three Shadowsword super heavy tanks are in position, ready to dismantle the fortress piece by piece, while behind them, protected by three hydra flak tanks, deployed a detachment of manticores and two Deathstrike missile launchers, equipped with the fearsome vortex warhead.
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<< Upon the tall columns of Graldimar, time ago, as guardians and pioneers, solemn stood the statues of my ancestors. Mortal people who by their sacrifice and dedication have pushed the boundaries of the Imperium up to here. By thirty years we are the front line against the barbarian hordes of the East. Graldimar died twenty years ago. Erase it forever from the face of the planet, and we will build on its ruins a new beginning, a new hope for the men of Galrisian. >> Lord Doge of the twelve Gabriel Wojciech Dardaiko of the house of Istanor VII°, also known as Duke Sibelius of Galrisian.
Baltimas is the city elected as capital of Galrisian, after the fall of Sigismunda, renamed Gargarus now in the hands of the orks. In the depths of Baltimas, in an underground fortress, Duke Sibelius and his staff coordinate and support the ground operations of the imperial guard regiments of Field Marshal Tanaiser, also coordinated with the Legio Metalica titan legion. In a dark room, obscure, two dozen generals, including many nobles of Dardaiko family stand behind their sovereign, mostly parents and relatives of the monarch-governor, observing silently the green and vacuous holographic images projected in the large device in front of them. A succession of faces, names: Now The Legate of the Legion Metalica Pastorius, now the Field Marshal, then again generals and graduated of lesser order. The dispatches and information comes frantic, engaging the center of ground command: thousands of men and servitors wired as data processing machines, espionage centers, radar and surveillance systems. In the heart of the complex, Sibelius voice pours out hoarse and unpleasant, spread from a reverb device attached to his throat, badly damaged both by the age, that prolonged exposure to radiation during this thirty years of war. A man not so old, collapsed on himself, in which, however, shines a wisdom and cunning tactics not indifferent. When the head of his father rolled into the palace of Sigismunda by ork hands, thirty years ago, he was little more than a boy. Then, a life spent in the shadows, in fear of the capitulation, in the vain hope of reinforcements, now come in the ultimate hour.
++ Deathstrike missile launchers ready, General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg ++ ++ Vortex warhead ++ ++ Inquisition launch approved ++ ++ Coordinates acquired ++ ++ unlock codes entered ++ ++ unlock codes accepted ++ ++ Fire at 3 ++ ++ Fire at 2 ++ ++ Fire at 1 ++ ++ For the Emperor! GO! ++
The immense missile with a roar whizzes on the launch pad, and in few moments takes off. A brief, lightning parable. Everything happens in few seconds. Above the orks' heads with a thunder a vortex rips the space-time, and a terrifying warp hole extends its tentacles over the western walls, but it's rejected by a mighty power field that covers the entire fort. An anonymous structure suddenly unleashes a greenish beam to the sky, reinforcing the powerful force field, amazing artifact of the mekboyz, and as it has appeared, the vortex vanishes, and with it the dangerous passage to the warp.
<< Shit! The fort is protected by a force field. Eighty-seventh regiment leman russ, thirtieth Shadowswords regiment. Fire at will. Break down the tower beyond the walls. >> General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg.
The leman russ first, in front of the east gate, than the shadowsword super heavy tanks, firmly on the top of a hill kilometers away, on the opposite side of the fort, open fire in that order. The leman russ battlecannons hammering hard, crushing one after another the power fields of the fort, while the structure, the tower on the horizon, rattling continues to emit its greenish beam for reinforce the fields; but the shadowswords with three deafening explosions definitely break the force field, hitting the metal tower that with a sinister sound collapses on the structure burying a dozen stormboyz in a glowing fireball.
However, retaliation is not slow to come. Another structure, inside the fort, launches one of its four krooz missile, while the mekboy Gargant does the same. Two fearsome missiles, loaded with explosive and driven by crazy gretchins appear beyond the walls, lightning, directed towards the shadowswords. The first missile hits the first super heavy tanks, devastating it with a spectacular explosion, while the second, fortunately, only damage the second. The explosion is so huge that the entire regiment is in disarray. Grond spoken.
A missiles storm hurtling into the sky, in a bloody and terrible siege. The manticore missile launchers, given the devastation of the shadowswords in front of them, unleash a missiles storm on the western wall, damaging the ork heavy armament and causing havoc among the ork ranks. The objective is simple, break the walls to allow at the infantry to invade the fort in the next hours. And unfortunately, the forces on the western front are not even compare with the grandeur deployed in front at Napoleork's Gate, on the opposite side of the fort.
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The black trails of the missiles have not yet dissipated in the sky, that four ork fighta bommas pierce the clouds and rush toward the infantry regiment at the left of Piombus Signum, warlord titan. The only hydra flak tank opens fire, and manages to bring down one Stuka in flight, but the other three launch their missiles and mercilessly unleash their machine-guns, destroying the flak tank and killing a dozen soldiers in open ground, forcing the whole regiment to take cover in overwatch. But...
...but before they can disengage in flight, two thunderbolt fighters dart behind them, and with a bold maneuver they intercept the fighta bommas, knocking down another one to the ground. The Stuka crashes nearby, in open ground, and the infantry regiment, injury, rejoice at the sight of the just and deserved vengeance, crying their fallen.
Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy, on the cockpit of Piombus Signum walord titan opens a substained fire against the section of wall damaged by the manticores. The plasma destructor lights, and along with the volcano cannon unleash a terrifying beam of destruction against the Soopa zzapp gun engine perched into the ork building, which is likely to collapse so fierce is the impact. The wreckage of the great Soopa Zzap gun engine crumble to the ground, while the building begins to burn.
Valgorgo swamps tremble. The earth trembles, and Grond too falters, when the immense Emperor Titan moves towards it. Legendary Engine: Rex Archangelus. Pinnacle of the Legio Metalica Hells Angels division. Its very name is legend, its deeds, poems. Sung by bards, navigators, explorers and taken to the four corners of the galaxy. Told with horror and terror among the ork ranks. So it's true. Rex Archangelus is here. It's here, and it advances relentlessly. Self-propelled Citadel, battleship ready to fire.
The immense cannons, silent for decades, open fire. A overwhelming hammering of thunders and roars that rips the hearts and breaks the eardrums. The immense Hellstorm cannon. A huge, six-barreled, directed-energy weapon, That can completely decimate an entire army in just one cataclysmic safety. Able to fire in quick succession, the Hellstorm Cannon gave an Imperator Titan unparalleled firepower against other enemy Titans. The Hellstorm Cannon is so powerful that it has been known to strip the Void Shields from a Warlord-class Titan in one volley. And it fires, engulfing the entire frontal walls in an apocalypse of fire. Within moments, columns of fire and smoke rise to the sky, while the walls are starting to crumble under an immense firepower. Such is the titan's volume of fire, which is now all a ferment of fires and explosions, where converges all its weapons. The battlecannons mounted on its spiers thunder, screams the doomsday cannon from the top of the dome on its shoulders, and finally, a sun lights.
The Plasma Annihilator is one of the largest known land-based Plasma Weapons. Directly linked to the Titan's monstrously powerful plasma reactors, Plasma Annihilator can not only lay down extremely heavy fire, but Also do so at a high rate of fire for such a massive weapon. Its ability to devastated a large surface areas make the weapon both formidable and highly desirable. Not much is known about these weapons, beyond their awesome destructive capability. The plasma unleashed by this weapon explodes upon impact with all the power of a miniature sun, forming craters hundreds of meters in diameter and turning sand into glass. The simple act of firing such a weapon is destructive in-and-of itself as it produces a deafening roar Which shatters glass for a kilometer in all directions. The huge beam hits the massive ork structure to the left of the gates, and in few moments a hundred orcs are vaporized, buried under dozens of collapsing rooms of a building ready to collapse.
When the wrath of Rex Archangelus subsides, The eastern facade of Grond is unrecognizable, disfigured. Dozens of fires rage out of control, and the entire wall section to the left of NapoleOrk's gate is ready to collapse. Pastorius spoken too.
<< Hail! Hail and Glory to the Red King! Let's go, Eva, Follow our king! >> Princeps Vergilius Marr on Implacabilis Turrim warlord titan.
Seeing their friend and sovereign advance, Implacabilis Turrim and Frangit Mundi also advance in front of an imperial army entirely in overwatch.
They Advance gloriously, instilling courage now to the whole imperial army behind them. Frangit Mundi of princeps Eva LeRoy advances, and unleashes its plasma cannon on the walls, damaging a tower, while from the walls reaches a timid response, some Soopa zzapp guns shelling that impacts without effect on the void shields of Rex Archangelus and Implacabilis Turrim.
On the western side, Piombus Signum is stopped, along with the imperial regiments. The Shadowsword super heavy tanks are in disarray, and with them out of action, break through on its side will be a difficult task, or a blood bath.
On the opposite side, however, the scenario is very different. Never Firepower, Legend and such glory had been seen at the foot of Fort Grond. And if in the decades the fort become legend, forging its name in the martyrdom of tens of thousands lives, now another Legend has come to decree its end. Steel God, It comes from Piombus.
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Grond was injured, colossal monster of concrete and steel. But the mighty fangs of Gork and Mork are still very sharp, and fearsome. On the east side The Emperor titan leads the advance of the bulk of the Imperial forces, at the head of two warlord titans. A tactical maneuver to approach the fortress, testing its weakest point, ready to break through; but it's on the western side that seems, at the tactical plans of general Arthur Arz von Straussenburg, decidedly weaker. And it's there that the imperial advance is taken by surprise. Two more krooz missiles rise from the fort, headed to the last two Shadowsword super heavy tanks in disarray. And for them there is no mercy.
The damaged super heavy tank is partially torn in two, while the second, on fire, falls out of control down the hill, which is also now in flames. The super heavy tanks regiment was annihilated, with a single, lethal attack, and with it the possibility to demolish the walls are reduced to almost zero.
<< Retaliate now! Now, before our artillery will be under attack. I order the launch of the second vortex missile! >> General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg.
++ Deathstrike missile launchers ready ++ ++ Vortex warhead ++ ++ Inquisition launch approved ++ ++ Coordinates acquired ++ ++ unlock codes entered ++ ++ unlock codes accepted ++ ++ Fire at 3 ++ ++ Fire at 2 ++ ++ Fire at 1 ++ ++ GO! ++
The second, and last, Deathstrike missile lifts off, launched in haste against the walls already damaged by the previous bombardments. And this time there is no power field generator to protect them. In few moments the missile darts at low altitude over the heads of the infantry regiments, darting at the right of Piombus Signum warlord titan. The missile impacts against the wall section, where dozens of big gunz are perched, ready to fire, and with a black and blue flash the space-time is torn, creating a black hole that sucks everything, all-devouring.
The building is sucked, brick by brick, big guns, flags and everything else, thrown into another dimension. Few, long seconds, and it's all over. Of the wall section now there are only few, useless smoking rubble, and a breach on the western front was open, with the power of the mortal God and the sons of Mars!
On the western side, all the artillery perched on Napoleork's gate and the walls open fire, concentrating it against Implacabilis Turrim. Under the blows of the terrible Soopa zzapp guns all its void shields are vaporized, and a terrible blow strikes on its carapace, opening an ugly gash.
<< Damn' boss, I must regroup and take cover. I'm under the line of fire of... >> << I, I will be your cover. Princeps Marr. >>
The earth still trembles when Rex Archangelus advances, implacable. Its Plasma Annihilator still smokes, while recharges for the next, terrific shot. With huge and solemn steps The Red King advances, covering with its immense body Implacabilis Turrim, subtracting it from the enemy line of fire. The regiment of General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg is on the battlements, ramparts and leg bastions, with their lascannons positioned, ready to fire. The massive Hellstorm cannon opens fire, sparking a second apocalypse of fire against the walls. The huge building previously damaged is hit by a second devastating wave, and by a miracle still holds, while still flare up all the walls, between the screams of the ork light artilleries, devastated and set on fire. The king of Piombus advances inexorably.
Protected, behind the body of its king, Implacabilis Turrim regroups, regenerating all its precious void shields. Firm, and ready at the imminent busting maneuver, as its is the role to come in and with brute force break everything. The praetorian combat servitors platoon is ready, embarked on its corvus assault head and its internal compartments. All ready for the conqueror assault.
« Run, live to fly, fly to live »
While the fort and the marshes of Valgorgo gurgle of flames and destruction, a pair of thunderbolt fighters whizzes over the fortress, and rapid unhook a couple of missiles against the mekboy Gargant, destroying a power field, but in the disengagement maneuver, two black trails are at their heels.
<< Fukin' flin' Baztards! it's funny to be kicked in dà ass, is it? >>
Two fighta bommas, survivors of the previous hour, are thrown behind them. Well ready to return the favor, they unleash a hail of bullets behind their wings; but the Emperor protects, and they miraculously escape unscathed. Dozens of holes on their fuselages. Fight in air, land and sea, on Galrisian!
On the western side Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy on Piombus Signum warlord titan opens fire with his powerful volcano cannon, trying to break down the Soopa Lifta Droppa and death ray heavy weapon perched in an ork building over the walls, but the shot is inaccurate.
The two regiments of infantry move forward, staying away from the bulk of the "light" artillery line of fire, but not from the heavy ones. And the retaliation comes fast and fierce. Two terrifying explosions and a glowing fireball rises in open ground, vaporizing nearly fifty soldiers of the regiment already hit. A blow that breaks the soldiers' spirit. Another hit like that, and very little will remain of them and their regiment.
The siege on the western side, it is now clear, will be a bloodbath.
In front of NapoleOrk's gate the Imperial regiments are emboldened, and advance towards the fort. The leman russ tanks advance cannonading the walls, while the infantry regiment march at the right of Rex Archangelus, deploying correctly for the next assault.
So do the stormtroopers mounted on valkyries, deploying behind the Titans, boarded, ready for the next assault.
The infantry regiment of General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg opens fire. A storm of lascannons, laser rifles and light artilleries is unleashed from the battlements, leg bastions and ramparts of Rex Archangelus. A rain of blows fall against the walls, and strike down many artilleries perched on the mighty NapoleOrk's gate.
Rex Archangelus, between myth and legend. self-propelled citadel. It's here.
<< Order received, Boss. I finish the job! >> Princeps Eva Leroy on Frangit Mundi Warlord Titan.
Frangit Mundi Warlord Titan advances rapidly, with long strides, under the solemn gaze of its king. The missile vortex still firmly on its shoulders, it comes close to the walls at the left of the gate, and unleashes its Melta cannon against the walls.
The walls begin to collapse when with the wonder of all the present soldiers a huge trident is physically lashed out against the building, ripping it in two and causing the total collapse of the entire structure.
While the building collapses, the trident is dragged quickly and back to the Titan, ready to throw it again. The building collapses so in a huge cloud of toxic dust, opening a huge breach on the east side, such big as to pass the same Emperor titan.
The forces prepared for the counter-offensive inside the fort start to move, and the fort itself is all a ferment. Six stompers move to Napoleork's gate, which slowly opens. The view is terrific in front of them. It, Rex Archangelus, is here. The Legend. The myth. The mighty stompas' cannons don't dare to open fire against the immense Titan, in fear of an immediate retaliation, and they converge fire on the leman russ tanks, destroying the nearest one.
So great is the threat who immediately arrive the order, and the mighty gates close again, sealing at the sight the terrible vision. Only NapoleOrk on its clanking castle can face it.
The siege of Grond is moving towards its decisive hour, while the titan legion lays siege. Grond! Grond! Grond! scream the orks. Grond last stand.
<< Grond. I'm your doom. >> Legate Carl Pastorius on Rex Archangelus Emperor titan.
<< The time has come, Til-Rael, my son. Like two ignorant beasts the humans and orcs armies are fighting each other. A tomb must be desecrated and a secret disclosed before the sun sets of mankind. Prepare your valorous for battle, as he-she, Nameless sorcerer, is in your footsteps. >> Cuiviénen-Iyl. Alaitoc Farseer Eldar Princess.
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<< Veteran Princeps Bezmenov, you are my choosen one. Among all my glorious, you are on the path that lead to the secret of Steel. >> << My Master, that place is yours. and it will be for at least another century. >> << A sinister shadow hangs over us, my warrior. Whispered in ours circuits, murmured in our transistors, it slips thin and black in the dreams of our machine spirits. The secret of steel, never was, and never will be unveiled. >> << ...and so it will be forever, Red King. >>
There is no compromise, today. Grond must fall, at any cost.
The battered but still mighty big gunz mob perched on NapoleOrk's gate opens fire. Now there is no more respite, and it's all thunder, roar, explosion. A burst of short and long-range gunfire reach Frangit Mundit, vaporizing all its void shields.
Frangit Mundi, now at the head of the entire imperial army, regroups, regenerating three of its six precious void shields, and fires. With an imprecise as massive fire it unleashes its Melta cannon against the tower in front of it, crushing it definitively to the ground. The collapse invests the high column behind the tower, dragging with it into the collapse. The huge ork steel statue crashes to the ground too, defeated. Grond must fall.
The imperial soldiers look forward to the created breach. Now, for them, a land of conquest. The Giant Steel Gods walk among us, today.
Walking Legend, immense and unstoppable Rex Archangelus Emperor Titan advances, inexorably forward. With its huge tonnage physically covers Frangit Mundi warlord titan, and aiming at the heart of the fort it unleashes its terrifying arsenal. The Hellstorm cannon invests the highest part of the fort, devastating the death ray and Soopa Lifta Droppa engines, creating a devastation so huge that almost the whole structure risks to collapse to the ground. The square below is hit by a sea of fire, and the kult of speed escapes the apocalypse just because perched previously by hours. Pastorius spoken again, retaining tactically his Plasma Annihilator fully recharged for the next target.
Without rest the imperial artillery bombards the western walls, in attempt to widen the breach, but the orks are well entrenched, and they bear the brunt, without too much damage.
From the heart of the fort another krooz missile darts to the sky, and quickly goes against the stormtroopers on valkyries. The pilot of the Valkyrie doesn't believe his eyes, when he sees a missile big as his plane befall on him, and into a glowing fireball he vanishes with all his crew on board, with a spectacular as terrifying explosion.
Piombus Signum sees in front of it, beyond the horizon of the walls, its brothers in arms forward to conquer the fort. Alone, in front of the walls, it makes its plasma reactor to boil and with fast and titanic steps it advances rapidly, challenging all the ork artilleries of the western walls. Attracting to itself all the fire, it advances. Dozens of big gunz fire, crashing all its void shields, and a couple of Soopa zzapp guns hit it deep, damaging and stopping its glorious advance. A column of smoke and flames rise from its carapace.
Piombus Signum then unleashes its plasma destructor, its gatling cannon and its volcano cannon against the tower in front of it, that collapes crumpling on itself, burying all the perched big gunz. With blind fury, the breach became even wider, and now turning on his vox device Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy yells at Imperial regiments: << Come Around me! Around me!! Walks in my shadow! >>
The columns of smoke, the fires and the fog of war is such that over the sky of Valgorgo swamps a thick blanket of clouds grip as a funeral robe, dividing hell and sky. And from the sky two thunderbolt fighters dart against the mekboy Gargant, always chased by the same couple of ork stukas.
The thunderbolts's missiles crush another power field, and miraculously they escape again the retaliation. The Emperor protects, again.
The battle roars when the western gate opens, between the dismay of Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy and the ranks of the imperial soldiers. The retaliation is here.
<< Around me! Imperial soldiers! >> Veteran Princpes Agamemnon Roy on Piombus Signum warlord titan.
The two regiments of infantry advance fast at the foot of the warlord titan, their rifles tight to their chest, to tighten the teeth at the fear. The lascannons hit the western walls, but their effectiveness is zero, for the run they do to reach the Titan.
A terrible cacophony, the roar of dozens and dozens engines. The acrid smell of burned oil, as if an oil well had gone up in flames. Dozens of rattling screams pierce the silence, when a huge kult of speed jump out from the western gate, encircling the infantry regiment at the left of Piombus Signum. A storm of machine guns, flamers, cannons. The infantry in open ground are decimated, a horrible massacre, which sees the few survivors retreat of few steps, clinging to their position at the foot of the Titan.
The second Infantry Regiment assists with horror at the collapse of their left front, when a blood axes war horde mounted on a battlefortress advances in open ground, firing at them.
Fortunately, the ogryns hold the bump, and behind the hill three hydra flak tanks advance, firing wildly against the blood axes, killing a dozen orks.
The no man's land in front of Piombus Signum is populated immediately by orks, an immense army now stands between the imperial army and the walls. The orks have unsheathed their dagger, hitting the weakest point of the two imperial flanks. Awkwardly and with an infernal din the mekboy Gargant advances rapidly, stopping in front of the western gate. As a gigantic guardian, to bar the way. It opens fire with its massive gatling cannon, storming of bullets the thick armor of the warlord titan, while the formidable Soopa Lifta Droppa misses its target. For a moments Agamemnon Roy has seen his death.
<< At all the imperial regiments on the east front: prepare for the next invasion! Today, men boots will trample the fort again, crushing it once and for all. >> General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg.
The leman russ regiment advances, more and more close to NapoleOrk's gate. Now, even all their bolters are in range, and a battlecannons and bolters storm hits the gate, beating angrily the entrenched ork artilleries.
The cannonade of the leman russ is reached by the terrible storm of the regiment of General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg who, from The bastions, ramparts and battlements of the Emperor Titan, unleashes a fiery avalanche that overwhelms everything on NapoleOrk's gate. Few the survived big gunz, while all the Soopa gunz are annihilated.
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<< Now, my warrior! Go. march for the Omnissiah, march for me! Glory, is all in front of us. >> Legate Carl Pastorius on Rex Archangelus Emperor Titan.
Implacabilis Turrim advances rapidly, at a speed almost impossible. Its immense devotional bell resonates glorious, filling the hearts of the imperial soldiers of incredible courage, and of terror the orks. The bell rings, while the snakebite war horde and the stormboyz screaming flee, abandoning their positions. A daring retreat to the western walls. It's the Omnissiah's bell, that rings Grond's last hour.
<< For the Emperor! Defenders of mankind! Chaaaaaarge! >> Princeps Vergilius Marr on Implacabilis Turrim warlord titan.
The imperial guard regiment, howling gloriously march forward, following Implacabilis Turrim in front of it. A glorious charge, bayonet forward. The soldiers charge, climbing the walls. They throw ropes, hooks, and finally conquer the smoking ruins, at the foot of the giant titan. Today is the day of vengeance. For the Emperor!
NapoleOrk's gate opens for the second time, and the six stompers unleash a devastating fire upon the approaching leman russ. Two tanks are destroyed, and the regiment is forced to stop.
But the retaliation comes immediately. The valkyries take off, and darting under the legs of Rex Archangelus approach the gate. A missile-storm strikes the gates, exterminating the latest big gunz, but the fire is too light to affect the heavy armor of the stompas.
At retaliation follows retaliation, and the ork blitz brigade, for hours hidden in the fort, advances rapidly, taking on the central square. The cannons and the Soopa zzapp guns shoot down two valkyries, forcing the formation to retreat.
Finally, the skitarii demi-century mounted on chimedons advance, reaching Implacabilis Turrim and the imperial guard regiment. The lascannons of the chimedon tanks severely hit the super ork missile-launcher structure, unfortunately only destroying the ramps of the missiles already thrown.
Than, NapoleOrk's gate closes, for the second time.
Grond.
The heavy metal foot of the Iron skulls has crossed the threshold of Grond, crushing the huge steel ork statue, crashed to the ground. The imperial soldiers, after decades, again trample the fort, but this time, to destroy it. Behind Implacabilis Turrim the imperial army and the rest of the Titans are ready to follow it. No one step back, now Fort Grond must fall, at any cost.
Last.
On the opposite side, however, Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy challenge the entire ork reprisal, with a daring action, attracting to himself all the enemy counter-attack. One step away from the ultimate sacrifice, he and all the imperial regiments are going to the altar of sacrifice, ready to pay the Price of Victory as befits: with their own life.
"On the ancient temple of Antenorian forge, Angry of vengeance the forgotten nemesis come. Over plumbum gates they spread the scourge, to steal their metallic glory great slaughter is done." Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
The roar of a hundred potholes, angry, steaming, bubbling, ready to launch the attack. The blood axes nobz are ready, and while coordinate the combined engagement, ready to overwhelm the entire front with a massive, devastating assault, Piombus Signum warlord titan advances, engaging them first. Breaking away with huge steps from the mass of soldiers around it, the titan assaults the few blood axes, crushing with a kick the huge battlefortress while boyz and nobz are incinerated by its laser burner and the rain of bullets from the support fire of the near infantry regiment.
However, retaliation is immediate. Given the bad turn, the immense kult of speed advances, and pours over the infantry in open ground an avalanche of fire. Dozens and dozens soldiers are overwhelmed by tongues of fire that snake through their ranks, incinerating and slaughtering without mercy. In few minutes over a hundred soldiers rest to the ground, while the few survivors flee behind the dune from which they had emerged hours before, running fool by the cruel massacre, completely in disarray.
<< Iron skulls! Follow me! The fort is ours! >> Legate Carl Pastorius on Rex Archangelus Emperor Titan.
With a rapid advance, Rex Archangelus with huge steps forward and passes over the collapsed walls of Fort Grond, towering on it as a King. The Red King. Its tall spiers soar high, taller than any other structure inside the fort, to the dismay of the perched orks. The Hellstorm cannon opens fire, an imprecise but still massive fire, a fire that force the gunwagonz to retreat, fleeing out the fortress over the western gate, while the square blazes in flames, creating havoc on the last krooze missile launching pad that fails to activate.
At the command of its master, the devotional bell of Implacabilis Turrim warlord titan sounds the hour of truth, and gloriously it assaults the six stompas. The power fist grabs two stompers crushing them in a pile of unrecognizable metal sheets, while the huge corvus assault head of the Titan approaches the ramparts of NapoleOrk gate, disembarking the praetorian combat servitors platoon on it, which immediately run into the fray. The battle is bloody, but the stompers are overwhelmed by the sons of Piombus, and without too many difficulties they vanish in a triumph of flames, crushed and destroyed, dismantled piece by piece, devastated by the Legio Metalica H.A. Battlegroup.
While the wreckages of the stompers still smoke, Implacabilis Turrim conquers the access ramp that lead to the heart of the fort, while the praetorian combat servitors regroup blocking the road, fearless, at the ork horde in the battlements in front of them.
On the western side, all the ork artilleries, mad of rage, open fire at Piombus Signum warlord titan, damaging it. A steel warrior, damaged, injuried, that still stands, alone. Alone, against all.
The infantry regiment on the eastern breach advances rapidly, occupying the ramparts where before there were the orks, and along with the HQ infantry regiment, perched on Rex Archangelus, opens fire against the snakebites horde, knocking down a dozen orks, celebrating the reconquest of Fort Graldimar.
The skitarii demi-century gloriously march, dragging their chimedon tanks over the ruins, and then arrives victorious at the foot of Implacabilis Turrim. The heart of Grond bleeds in front of them, a heart to tear and devour in the imperishable steel flames of the Machine God.
Even the leman russ tanks now march, occuping the breach at the left of NapoleOrk's gate. All the regiments advance, consolidating the conquest of fort Grond.
On the western side, the mekboy Gargant advances rapidly, taking refuge in the breach created by Piombus Signum, and unleashes its devastating arsenal on it. A flurry of blows strike on the Titan, increasing the damage on its carapace, but fortunately the Soopa Lifta Droppa and the gaze of Mork fail, saving from certain death Princeps Agamemnon Roy, another time. Deus est Machina.
Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy, from his cockpit, observes the devastation around him, and helpless sees dart towards him two stukas. Rapid, they dart toward him when an incredible shot of defense laser from the Emperor titan vaporizes the first fighter, while the second goes beyond the cloud of fire and drops a pair of missiles on the Titan, disabling all its systems, leaving the powerful war engine in disarray. Now, all the western front is near to collapse, but with incredible effort the Titan regroups, ready for the ultimate sacrifice.
A pair of thunderbolt fighters hurtle on the sky, to ease the terrible grip, and together with the hydra flak tanks open fire on the immense kult of speed, destroying a dozen warbikes and wartracks.
The snakebites warhorde moves fast and occupies the devastated building of the power field generator, now destroyed, opening fire on the enormous imperator titan. The horde, wild, in front of so much fury, driven by their primal warrior instinct, is approaching and is preparing to do the only possible thing: assault the titan in a bloody melee, with bombs and devious traps. Fool.
Behind the snakebites, the stormboyz fly on the ramparts previously occupied by the wild horde, and prepare for the final, insane resistance.
Frangit Mundi than moves, fast as all the imperial army she overtakes the breach and arrives at the left of her Master, and King, opening fire against the snakebites. The multi Melta cannon and the trident ravage the entire structure, close to collapse, shaken by massive meltdowns and explosions that bury two dozen orks.
With a rapid and unstoppable advance the Legio Metalica has entered the fort, incinerating everything on its path. Unstoppable battering-ram, beneath its immense feet the ork pride is crushed, while the ork hordes retire, close to the defeat. Fort Grond is next to fall, but the orks, all, fight motivated by pure terror. Better die here in battle, that have to face NapoleOrk le Grand to tell him that his precious fort fell.
If Grond will fall, the toll in blood has been terrible for the imperial guard. Yet another scar in a world devastated by three decades of war.
Grond. Must. Fall.
They fight like metal warriors, titanic legends. They gloriously fight, heroic and legendary, as if they were still forging their great empire, in front of them their Emperor, rather than in the act of defending it from its black and inexorable fall. As during the Great Crusade the Iron skulls, led today by their king and master fight, while over the empty void, dark Gods laugh at them, at their dreams, and their deeds in a future black and obscure; while a shadow, silent as a thief in the night, rests on their destinies to prey 'em all.
++ I am Implacabilis Vindictae ++ ++ I walk for the Omnissiah ++ ++ I walk for the Legio Metalica H. A. Battle group ++ ++ I walk for the Emperor ++ ++ They are coming back. Beware Legio. Beware for the heretic that walks in the name of Horus. ++ ++ There is a traitor among us, Princeps Dacoj, his name is... ++
<< At Oll da' Mekboyz! Fireeee!! Fire at will!! >>
From the head of the mekboy Gargant a wild scream spreads along dozens tunnels and pistons, while the mekboy big mek aims right against Piombus Signum, the warlord titan before him. Now nothing will save it from the substained fire of the terrible kustom weaponz of Gork and Mork.
The gatling cannon hits hard, vaporizing the last void shield and damaging the titan's right arm, while the gaze of Mork hits the Titan in its left leg, breaking up precious gears. A sinister metallic creak, but the Titan still holds. The Soopa Lifta Droppa invests the Titan. A greenish ray between purple lightning shook up the warlord titan, while all its weapons are subjected at an inhuman force, as if a wild God wanted to tear off them all, all together, and yet, miracle, before the inevitable the ray jams, and it all ends.
Partially destroyed, one step away from the abyss the Titan regroups, moving out from the ork artilleries line of fire, perched on the walls. Another shot, and it can be fatal. For it, the battle is over.
<< ...one warrior with the balls and with the nuts! Huh, Pastorius? Fuck off... next time I don't move my ass from Piombus! Take it now, Fort Grond is yours! >> Veteran Princeps Agamemnon Roy on Piombus Signum warlord titan.
The orc hordes, moved by terror and panic, taken the initiative and the fort teems frenetic. The snakebites warhorde, at the colossal feet of Rex Archangelus moves and approaches the leg-bastions of the Titan. Twenty nobz with a hundred orcs in tow hurtle towards the gates of the leg-bastions, throwing firebombs and releasing explosive devices, which partially damage the powerful legs of the Titan, while a terrifying firefight broke out from the immense war machine.
For a few moments everything is silent, when the immense right foot of the Emperor titan gets up, covering with its shadow the entire warhorde, and with a deafening thud the wild warhorde disappears, entire, crushed at once, while all the walls of Grond are shattered by the earthquake caused by the impact.
<< Soldiers of the XII army! Bayonet ready, quick! Enemy from the sky! Defend the ramparts in the name of the God Emperor! Victory is at hand! >> General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg.
The Imperator titan regroups, advancing inexorably forward, unstoppable. The horde of stormboyz gets up in the sky, and fly direct on the titan's ramparts, engaging a fierce close combat with the soldiers of the regiment of General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg. The battle escalates. In the battle's fury some Stormboyz explode entering too quickly through the void shields, but a hundred breakthrough. The melee is fierce, and the fray goes to the gates of the great dome, when the orks' impetus runs out, and the whole mob is massacred by the defense systems of the Titan and the soldiers' rifles. Fifty imperial guard fell, gloriously, defending the holy temple of Rex Archangelus.
<< Manticores support. Fire at will at the light vehicles in open ground, now! Defeat 'em now, before our men will be overruned! >> General Arthur Arz von Straussenburg.
A crazy salvo, a dozen missiles perform a short parable, and before the roaring mufflers of kult of speed reach the soldiers in retreat, a thundering storm of explosions decimate them, forcing them to a daring escape.
Now, who have wheels to flee, leave Fort Grond at his back.
The latest ork artilleries on the walls open fire on Implacabilis Turrim warlord titan and the cult mechanicus at its feet. A mighty cannon from the western gate destroys five secutors and a dozen hypaspists, along with a chimedon tank, while from the tower behind them a soopa zzapp gun strikes a titan's void shield. But it's all in vain.
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Rex Archangelus moves. Solemn as a forgotten God, implacable, legacy of those who forged the imperium of men. Primordial machine, victorious of hundreds battles. The immense Titan advances, and step by step, everything crushing, conquers the heart of the fort, and aims with all its weapons system the mekboy Gargant and the western walls. A flash of lightning and roaring flames. Flames everywhere. The walls flare up, burning the orcs in the battlements, while the plasma annihilator unleashes its ire. A huge plasma flow which vaporizes instantly all the Gargant's power fields, devoured like snow in the sun, in a pile of burning sheets. The impact throws it thirty meters forward, like a burning ember, thrown out of the fort, to burn and die. Defeated.
The six leman russ tanks move beyond the eastern breach, and advance against the western walls, shelling the closest tower, that try in vain a timid response.
Behind the tanks, huge steps approaching.
<< I feel you, Frangit Mundi. As you wish! >> Princeps Eva Leroy on Frangit Mundi warlord titan.
The Melta cannon opens fire, setting fire to the immense armored turret, while the huge iron trident is again thrown forward, hooking the foundations of the tower. A mighty tug, and the whole structure collapses forward, burying orcs and artilleries. Fort Grond is dying.
++ Eva, my bride. Drive me to the glory! ++ Frangit Mundi warlord titan's machine spirit.
<< I've had enough! Die! Fort Grond! Die! >> Princeps Vergilius Marr on Implacabilis Turrim.
The Omnissiah's bell celebrates the last hour for the orcs while Implacabilis Turrim conquers the heart of the fort. Its immense electrified power fist rips the last krooze missile from its launch pad, and angrily stick it inside the structure, which detonates moments later with a spectacular explosion throwing scrap and debris for a kilometer all around. Die Grond. Die!
Die Grond. Die!
<< Die Grond. Die! >> Legate Carl Pastorius, Lord of the Legio Metalica H.A. divisio on Rex Archangelus, imperator titan.
The fort vanishes in a cloud of smoke and flames, now defeated, incinerated by the fury of the Legio metalica, razed by its plasma cannons, dismantled piece by piece by their wrathful close combat weapons, power fist and trident, and the firepower of a legend embodied in steel. The red king...
...And in front of him, Grond is no more.
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Destroyers of worlds! The Hells Angels battlegroup of the legio Metalica. A clan of bikers from the Holy TERRA, outlaws whose memory sinks in that legendary time, if they were not finished, coincidentally, among the ranks of the emperor at the right time when the Heresy begun. As a tribe, or a clan, join the ranks of the battlegroup is "an honor" for few chosen, and their behavior as well as their fury, carelessly and stubbornness unleashed on the battlefield make the members of this clan barely tolerated inside the legion's legates council and the Grandmaster of the whole legion. Piombus is their planet. Planet and forge where for millennia they repair and build their titans, faithful to the legion, faithful to the adeptus mechanicus, faithful to the God Emperor. Flesh and pistons, souls connected with their machine spirits. One, steel beast.
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Many, bizarre, and numerous are the Gargants with which the orks have come to attack. Numerous soopa stompas and Slasher class gargants, rarer mekboy and big Krawler gargants, and more rare great gargants. Some already on the planet, built in the factories of the cities occupied by the orks, but the bulk came with NapoleOrk, le grand! But of all the war engines, one hideous soars to the sky, scarring with its high towers the sky of Galrisian. Self-propelled royal palace, it carries victorious NapoleOrk and his court for nearly a century around the galaxy, in at least overt twelve sorties and wars. Entire cities have been reduced to crumbs under the weight of its endless guns and the axes of its marauders, while the victorious armies of the Great Usurper took and destroyed at will. Castle, "sumptuous" royal palace, immense fortress and command center. If all this has a name, its name is: Guignol Royal, The Great! Mega Gargant class war engine, glorious battle-palace of NapoleOrk that pushed the boundaries of Orkonia ever forward.
<< For the fangs of Gork! If da conquest oV GalriZian will cement la couronne of Orkonia on my head, dà iron zkull of da' Red king will spread my fame throughout le galaxie, celebrating moi as da new prophète. Pour les crocs de Mork! Le galaxy will be mine! >> NapoleOrk, the great.
