Skarlm the Wolf Scout vs. Slaaneshi Chaos Champion, Undaunted Citadel Battlements: The flare of white-blue light cast strange shadows along the traitor's face. Skarlm barely noticed. His blood was up for the first time in a very, very long time. The thrill of a battle that could test him, a battle that could kill him. It was a rush he'd long missed. Maybe, just maybe, this accursed slave of chaos could help send him through Morkai's Gates to once again see his brothers. "Die, chaos scum!" roared the Wolf Scout as he leaned into the traitor's crossed blades. "You firssssst," hissed the heretic, "Ssssssslaaaaaaanessssssh, isssssss however very... accccccepting of ssssssssurrender, Ssssssssson of Russsssssss..." The chaos marine deftly knocks the Wolf Scout away effectively breaking the guard. For a moment Skarlm notices that a crowd has formed. Silent and stoic, a ring of Iron Warriors had arrived to observe the duel. Not eager to assist the fool that turned to a single chaos god or the fool that follows the corpse-god, they look on in silence, gleaning a modicum of pleasure from observing for the time being. "It seems I am outnumbered," growls Skarlm," why do you only watch, traitors?!" "Keep out of thisssssss," hisses the slaaneshi chaos marine," thissssss sssssssoul issssss for Sssssslanesssssh!" "Heh," grunts an Iron Warrior," we shall see, worm, finish this quickly, the loyalists are under attack and I wish to shed astartes blood before this day is over." The slaaneshi chaos marine lunges at Skarlm leading with a blade outstretched, obviously attempting a feint. Skarlm was beyond caring for his life and in light of being surrounded and cut off from the main body of the assault force his fatalistic tendencies returned full swing. The poison-laced blade cut deep into Skarlm's chest as he ignored any sort of defense in favor of running the arrogant traitor through with his own weapon. The gambit paid off and the expression on the chaos marine's face was a mix of sheer terror and rapturous pleasure. The combination sickened him but Skarlm's sensibilities were starting to fade as the poison did its work. A second blade bit into his sternum as the traitor attempted to finish the job but Skarlm was yet done as well. Impaled twice over made maneuvering difficult but not impossible as he wrenched the blade upwards and free, exotic smells assaulted his nose as the traitor marine flopped into a bloody heap, his tainted blood pooling beneath him. "Seems this pup has some fight," growls a nearby Iron Warrior as he steps forward," you will make a good prize." Skarlm slams his blade into the ground before him, the blade's tip biting deep. He hunches forwards and slumps. He keys his encrypted vox and whispers," For Russ and the Allfather..." "You're not dead yet, you deluded fool," barks the Iron Warrior as he reaches down to lift the dying Wolf Scout. An audible click is followed by a quickly accelerating beeping noise. "GRENADES!!!" roars the Iron Warrior as he dives away in futility. Skarlm's last thoughts are of a plume of heat in his chest and the rough caress of the wolf's tongue on his face...
Undaunted Citadel: Scavold laughed heartily when that old wolf called for a retreat, yes yes that may be all good and well for them, let their assault on the citadel be remembered by a hasty retreat with their tails tucked and in the presence of xenos! The Wolf Guard has other plans, his saga would end with the death of every single heretic and xeno in and around this accursed fortress or with him buried in a heap of dead foes; the All Father would look upon him favorably either way. The pups under his command had mixed thoughts on this and those with a modicum of good sense began to break, Scavold and those too stubborn to cut a way open for them, let them live and become better warriors, their shame will drive them to greater deeds, for he and the rest though their time was now to do something great. Twelve Blood Claws remained in Scavold's pack and they were advancing straight down the battle field in a flurry of weapon strikes and death, they howled and hollered without end as a number began to succumb to the Curse of the Wulfen. There was little guile or cunning in the packs strategy, they were spearing themselves deep into the enemy lines in the most violent way possible. Their goal was clear and the look of madness in Scavold's eyes made it plain to see they were beyond fear at this point, only death would stop them as they made their way toward the entrance to the Citadel.
In a chimera with the rest of retinue inbetween New Alexandria and the western most front line for the PDF. "Vox caster, contact the Adeptas Asartes here. I need to have a word with them." "Yes sir, sending relay"
OOC: Artefact of forgotten alien empire for auction, going once, going twice, SOLD. To the ork riding a killa kan. It wasn't long before the battlewagons arrived to speed up the whole process, the artefact was quickly loaded onto a trukk and everything was taken post haste to the main ork encampment. Wurrtek immediately had the device taken to a tellyporta pad. Orky lojic dictated that: 1) The Persynol tellyporta wasn't big enough, therefore it didn't work. By this lojic an entire tellyporta pad would work. He wrapped a wire around the sarcophagus and placed a bag of snottlings on the pad. He then murmured a prayer to gork and mork and connected the wire from the pad and the artefact.
~~ Astartes HQ ~~ The two Force Commanders were looking at the holo-map as they saw the Tyranids raining down on the Chaos Marines. "Intervention?" Astaroth Belias, Force Commander of the Blood Angels asked and the Dark Angels Commander thought while the two replacement captains for Ultramarines and Space Wolves kept quiet. "Not sure... We should wait until the fight is more... obvious of how it will result." The Master said and relaxed. "Get the Troops in orbit ready though, the Drop Pods should hail the moment they are the weakest, then we will descend in a Steel Rain maneuver right into their ranks and kill all of them." The Dark Angel decided and the other three nodded in agreement. Then a message came through, which the Ultramarine Captain answered. "Astartes HQ, what is it Commissar?"
~~ Ork Convoy South West Of Word Bearer Outpost ~~ After the total annihilation of the Ork convoy, Epidemius and his fellow plague marines boarded the thunderhawks again and took off to rendezvous with Putrefactian and his men. "Putrefactian, sitrep" "The place is abandoned, there is nothing loyalist, xeno or traitor here." "Any signzz of a fight ?" "Some but nothing recent, it looks li..." "Break, incoming tranzzmission from the Warsmith." Holding the line in amongst the ruins of the outpost, Putrefactian heard the thunderhawks before he could see them, and since Epidemius hadn't reestablished comms had assumed that he was still talking to Magnarax. Approaching the thunderhawks alone he could see some of the plague marines offloading the crate of pathogens and his commander pacing back and forth, looking up and seeing him, circled with his finger indicating to bring in the rest of their host to him from the ruins. "The Citadel is under attack, it seems the Space Marinez and Eldar are working in tandem and worse yet the Tyranidzz are also advancing against us. Reports indicate the Tyranidzz have bio-pools between the Citadel and the Celezztial Stair, Magnarax wants us to use the pathogen on the mass of their forcez from our thunderhawkzz but I think we might have a chance to complete our original goal. While the Tyranidzz attack the Warsmiths fortress, we will deploy and flank the bio-poolz, with the majority of their forces already tied up with our brotherz we have a shot at the primary and secondary poolz." Opening the crate, plague marines began to pick up canisters of the plague and other then firing the lascannons a few times fighting the Orks none of the Bringers of Decay had fired their weapons since they had left the Citadel earlier and were still fully supplied. "What was the point of landing and defending these ruins, wasn't there supposed to be a large scale assault here ?" "A miscommunication, the tranzzmission got scrambled." Epidemius didn't want to tell him that he'd been suffering from flashbacks since the beginning of the warpstorm and that it was more likely that he simply got his orders confused, beginning to question his own leadership abilities. "Are you certain you don't want to at least send one of the thunderhawks forward and hit the main Tyranid force with the pathogen ?" "Unfortunately you weren't there to witnezz it, the pathogen spreads exponentially throughout biological material so long as it has food to feed it and if the Tyranidzz are already engaged with the Warsmith and his forces it would do unbelievable damage as it spread from the Tyranidzz to our forces. We have to hit the bio-poolz and hope that Magnarax and his forces can hold out until we have introduced the pathogen." The plan seemed sound to Putrefactian and once again the Bringers of Decay boarded the thunderhawks and lifted off, heading north east intending to land closer to the Celestial Stair and make their way on foot towards the Tyranids forces and their bio-pools. Touching down out in a more level part of the badlands Epidemius and his men formed up and began their advance.
~~ Ork Outpost / Main Base / Wherever dafuq Alldoom runs around!!! ~~ The Tellyporta-Pad took the energy of the Sarcophagus-Generator inside, letting the power flow freely into it and it spat to life. The Tellyporta was rumbling, growling and shaking. It came to life! Stronger than ever before, spatting purple and green lightning bolts for a moment, stopping it eventually as the Ork condensers somehow kept the energy regulated, creating a steady flow of energy into the huge tellyporta-pad. Though nobody would know what it exactly would do... Or if it would work at all.
Greeting members of the local Ultra Marine chapter. I wish to inform you that, once i believe these soldiers are ready to fight, and the necessary amount of armor is created, that I will be bashing our lines against the chaos space marines to our west. They sit too close to our border for my comfort and i plan to lay siege to their main outpost. Unless you have a better use for my soldiers i estimate the completion of the necessary armor in a week.
~~ Astartes HQ ~~ "There is no tactical importance in that outpost, it would be wasted resources. The PDF shall perform support duty and aid us in attacks. There is a higher goal in this campaign and it has to do with the artifacts we have spotted. Hold your ground until otherwise stated, Commissar, Captain Andros out." OOC: Doesn't mean you have to stand still, except you follow orders that is.... or find other excuses to march forth (*cough* Ultramarine Outpost *cough*)
