OOC: Alright, so basically they lose less moral to Space Marines as opposed to other factions or just Blood Angels? IC: Just above the warring lands, in the stratosphere of the planet, a warp hole appeared as a few sparks of pink and purple lightening then viciously tore open. A few large, metal pods with spikes emerged from the portal before it closed. The pods quickly begin to pick up speed, the front ends gradually becoming brighter and brighter from the friction of air resistance. All three pods appeared to be heading for the Peninsula where Labyrinthia was located. Half way down, one of the pods malfunctioned, the metal shifted causing it to veer off into the other pods knocking them towards the South. The violent crash caused the pods to roar upon their descent, spinning violently to the coast just below the Peninsula. One landed in the water, one on the coast below it, and the other disappeared into the storm that raged above the Imperial City Ruins. After crashing down on the coast, the pod remained static for a few seconds, then began to creak and whine. The sound of a tractor engine burst to life as smoke billowed out of the pipes that jutted from tangled mass of metal. The metal figure rose from the crater and dug it's claws into the ground. It growled as the metallic daemon continued to rise. It's black body with dull gold trim revealed the traditional colors of Black Legion. It's head, tucked, lifted up, eyes hollow, spewing fire from the sockets. It looked towards the storm and roared with the sound of screeching metal and a low, chest vibrating, rumble. The water on the coast began to shift and boil as the other daemonic machine began to rise from the emerald depths. Szovarrus appeared leading a Maulerfiend as it dragged a large piece of cargo by it's chains with the machine's mouth. The machine hissed and clanged as it slowly trotted across the beach. "How disappointing... guess we'll just have to retrieve that.", said the possessed tendril jutting from Szovarrus' back with a sarcastic glee. Szovarrus ignored it and continued forward. As they approached the other Maulerfiend, it looked at Szovarrus, then back at the storm. "I must have that piece if I am to assemble this Titan gate." , said Szovarrus. "I smell a lot of blood coming from the storm, I wonder...", said the tendril with excitement. Szovarrus looked over to the storm and said, "De'Tortor's legion must be nearby..." Szovarrus looked to the messenger skull attached to one of the tendrils. "...relay a message to him that I will join him shortly to retrieve a vital piece of my construction and that I will need some assistance with securing my current cargo on the coast below the peninsula." The skull detached from the tendril and flew off towards the Imperial City Ruins. Szovarrus watched as it disappeared into the distance, the possessed tendril wandering up next to him at eye level. "It would be quite humorous if the messenger were to be inadvertently struck by lightening, hmhmhm." Szovarrus simply continued to ignore the possessed tendril and wait for De'Tortor's forces to arrive.
[Irontooth Mountains, some distance ahead of the Space Wolf force] The terrain was rocky and unforgiving, sheer rock faces and treacherous gorges made for a thrilling approach to the Word Bearer's outpost. Sure signs of corruption and chaos worship littered the landscape: strange symbols carved into mauled trees and soaked in blood, flayed corpses hung with eight-pointed stars carved into their decaying meat, and piles of viscera and bones were but a few of these horrors. That was just what one could see, the smell, Morkai's Balls the smell! It was horrendous, and the taint of the warp infused the very earth. Skarlm wondered if the Rune Priests were affected more so than the average Wolf. Something told him much more. After scaling another of a seemingly endless number of sheer cliffs, Skarlm catches a view of the battered outpost. It looked as though someone had beat the Wolves to the punch at first glance. Closer inspection through his scope revealed a fair number of remaining traitor forces scattered about the area. Eldar corpses and blasted equipment gave away their enemy's enemy. After a few moments of encryption and settling down beneath his camo cloak, Skarlm whispered into his vox. "Wolf Lord, this is Threadcutter. Repeat. This is Threadcutter. I have eyes on target. Enemy appears to have weathered an Eldar assault of unknown strength. Defenses are shaken but still holding. Awaiting your orders." (OOC: I hope I haven't stepped on any toes or twisted anything up. Please let me know if I have.)
OOC: Yup, ill make a small post but still need to wait for Colapse. Eldritch had arrived at the Ultramarine's outpost and had disembarked from the Thunderhawk, Kael and Bishop behind him. Those stationed within took little notice of the Space Wolves. The words of Skarlm came over his vox. "So the Eldar have attacked the Word Bearer's outpost. Excellent." He said to himself, smiling beneath his helm. It was then that Eldritch was approached by a marine he immediately recognized. Jensen, another of Eldritch's original squad armed with the usual bolter, approached them. "Jensen, what brings you here." Eldritch asked. "You think I can resist a good fight with my favorite squad leader?" He said in a gruff voice. "Then you heard the vox?" "That I did. Think the Eldar are still about?" "Never can tell with them, not without knowing their motives. But regardless, we should capitalize on the attack." Eldritch then turned to Medathron who had arrived just ahead of them. "Think you're up for assaulting a Chaos Citadel, the Eldar have left it weakened, it just waiting for us to punch through and finish it?" The Dreadnought laughed and simply replied. "Of Course" Eldritch turned back to Jensen. "You have more marines with you." "Of course, I have the rest of the squad with me." "Then we are ready to move." Eldritch then returned the vox to Threadcutter. "I hear you, await further reinforcements if you so desire, we're on our way." Then he turned to the Thunderhawk. "Lets go..."
"Acknowledged," replies Threadcutter. The altitude of his current position was a bit extreme but once the battle started he would be able to pick off enemy leaders without reprisal, the muffled shots from his rifle lost in the din of war and great distance. Positioning himself to get a better angle on the chaos stronghold he begins to notice a number of odd crystalline pylons arranged symmetrically along the battlements. A large majority of the pylons appear to be cracked or damaged in some way and are being disassembled rapidly by braying mobs of cultists, the traitor marines goading the process with the hateful embrace of the lash. One can only guess at their original purpose. "Milord, the Word Bearers appear to have a number of destroyed crystalline pylons," Threadcutter takes a picture with his auspex and begins transmitting it to the Wolf Lord," they appear to be affecting repairs of their defenses where they can."
(( Problem: I guarantee you my Eldar strike would have focused on removing those barriers if they existed. Adding them now is a crazy retcon. ))
OOC: I really need some sort of landscape info:: Above ground landscape which both Tyranids and Astartes (and any other forces) will have to incorporate into their stories. Above Ground DeRojo and his unit have been running at a brisk yet steady pace for almost an hour, 'We should be there soon, brothers!' With his trusted brother watching their flank from a distance and moving in unison, DeRojo knows that now is the time to move. And move they must. In order for their plan to work, DeRojo knows that he must somehow pin point the approximation of the Tyranid's destination. To do this, he must approximate the location, underground, to which the Zoanthrope is positioned. Using a few other well trained mechanics and logic, DeRojo, the Kraken, will know exactly where and when to strike. 'DeRojo', 1stLt Raja beckons DeRojo to pause running for a moment and speak to him silence, 'Did you feel that, something large is definetly coming, however, with that storm in the air, i'm not sure if what I am feeling... hearing.. is that of Warp born, or Xeno.', 'Indeed brother, something with these clouds whisper of not only our Tyranid foe but of something more ancient. Even still...', DeRojo slowly looks up to the skies which keep his eyes from viewing the Angels Sanguine Cruiser which is just out of reach of the Planets atmosphere. There, it awaits the one gift that DeRojo may request before he is to leave the planet and report his findings. The Angels Sanguine will not permit a full scale assault until after they have evidence dictating that such measures are required. Besides, reports began coming in stating how the other deployed chapters were fairing well in their missions and it would be a waste of resources and time to act hastily. DeRojo agrees with the decision of his Chapter Master; if more drastic developments were to occur else where, it would take more time for them to pick themselves up off the planet in order to address a higher priority. Hence the reason DeRojo is here.... 'I think it is almost time to make our only request, brother', DeRojo looks into the eyes of Raja, 'I believe we were merely lucky the first time. This storm forced a severing of many psychic links here on this planet. With those links needing to be re-established, we were able to pick up on those signals as those signals had to be intensified in-order to not just reconnect, but maintain connection through this storm...' Take a moment to pause, DeRojo looks around the environment. 'If these Mountain which are not far ahead now, run as deep as we need them, than we have a way of forcing the Tyranids hand. They do not play defense. Even their defensive attempts are simply Offensive maneuvers designed to push you away from a more "savory" objective. Therefore, the Tyranids being underground in a seemingly "defensive stance" is simply them awaiting the right time to make an offensive move.', 'Ah, I understand now, brother. We have a chance at discovering what is going on based on the ferocity of their reaction to our plan?', Raja chimed-in in an effort to better understand where his Cpts. mind was headed. 'Exactly, brother', replied DeRojo as he glanced at a list of options he felt he would need in case his suspicions paid off. Standing in a clearing of land above the chamber of the Tyranid horde, DeRojo is comforted by one simple fact. If Tyranids dared to attempt to burrow beneath him than it will expose the rest of their horde to his emergency tactic which will give him and his unit time enough to evade the ambush and hold out until arrival. However, since DeRojo and his men have been working to get ahead of the Tyranids by moving towards an area of land which will more than likely be the only place the Tyranids could go, based on Geology. He is sure that any such ambush attempt will be too far ahead of the main horde which means DeRojo would have nothing to worry about. Especially not with is new toys on approach. Having sent the request per his Cpts. orders, Assault 2nd Lt. Wol'varius McLogan, notfies DeRojo that the request has been received and their package is on approach. Knowing the Tyranids must be planning an Offensive maneuver, of some sort, in an effort to fulfill the primary goal of any fielded Tyranid army; prepare for Hive Fleet nourishment of invaded planet, DeRojo knows that a Hive Fleet must be on approach. How close, he isn't sure. But with activity like this, the Tyranids can't be coordinating to such degree for an isolated goal. Within moments, the Angels Sanguine Stormraven Gunship drops off the request care package: A powerful, old aged Contemptor Dread equipped with charged energy cells and a conversion beam projector, casually strolls up to Cpt. DeRojo. The deep, mechanical voice of the age old Astartes rolled through the air like an old tank coming to a grinding halt. 'Brother, Octavius Antiquas, reporting for duty, sir!' DeRojo grind and acknowledged his brothers arrival. After laying out a plan, he and his now 8 brothers began moving towards the designated area.
OOC: http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/threads/ooc-thread-eternal-crusade-of-arkhona.5849/ also posted link on 1st post
When full force of Blood Angels were restocked and resupplied, Medathron ordered them into Thunderhawks - mission goal: attack Word Bearer Outpost, now that it was weakened from Eldar raid. Dreadnought believed only in offense and attacking, and hoped to find his match into that daemon-infested lair. When his force was airborn and heading for the Traitor position, he ordered Ultramarine sergeant, who was earlier in position, to mark the targets (primary AA guns) and commence Whirlwind artillery barrage. While the shells dropped on the Word Bearer outpost, Blood Angel Force deployed couple of clicks to the south, and started their attack patterns. Medathron was at the forefront of this attack, supported by his Dreadnought brothers, couple of Predator tanks and squads of Tactical marines. The idea was to quickly enter combat with Word Bearers and disrupt any ritual that may have caused all this lighting and rain. So with this foul weather, came the Blood Angels to the entrance of their cursed enemy's lair. Venerable Dreadnought was happy as the stage was being set for a proper beatdown.
