@TuskatheDaemonKilla @Maleth @seabass @Jorimel @Virgil_Corbec @Casavay @Vulpas @Uriel1339 With the higher path chosen, the group began their push towards the objective. It was not to long before the group was reunited with Vlad, whom had stormed off earlier. The path, if one could call it that, was steep enough to where, in certain parts, some may have had to crave on all fours to keep up. With smooth and loose rocks everywhere, there were constant sounds of clinking as those rocks tumbled down behind the ascending group. After an hour of climbing, the group could hear a very sudden change in the intensity of the battle. Artillery, vehicles, and heavy weapons roared to life as the Word Bearers began a large push into the entrenched lines of guardsmen. After another hour, the group finally reached a high point in the trail which gave them a good view of the battle below. Looking down into the glorious battle at hand, the group would see the sons of Lorgar entering the first lines of trenches through dense Imperial fire. Though a great many Word Bearers made it to the trenches, some were laid low before they could even look into the trenches by the overwhelming numbers of rounds. Though the Cadians were weak physically in comparison to the Word Bearers, they made up for that in numbers and planning. This planning showed when the first wave of Word Bearers entered the trenches and the Imperial artillery roared in the distance. The rounds exploded behind the first line, cutting off Balor and the rest of his men from joining the others in the trenches. The artillery fire was so accurate it was almost as if the rounds had eyes of their own. As the group kept moving, keeping a close eye on the battle below, it was revealed to them why the artillery fire was so devastatingly accurate. A small and well camouflaged observation post had been set up and fortified along the ridge line they stood upon a hundred meters away. The observation post itself was not to big, being only about thirty by thirty meters. Sand bags and rocks had been piled and packed down about one and a half meters high. On the side of the observation post over looking the battle, there was a hastily built elevated area from which a forward observation team was guiding in the indirect fire. Seeing the observation post up ahead, Talifar quickly ran up behind a larger rock and took a knee. He motioned for the others to get behind cover. After taking a quick peek over once more, he looked to the others, "Damn...There is never such a thing as an easy mission, is there? Well, any ideas? Because I really do not feel like tearing a hole in reality for just this small outpost." @Grall_Stonefist The World Eater pushed more of his men aside as his body language clearly began to show signs of their father's trademarked anger. His breathing was heavy as he spoke, "You come here and call out to me with an arrogance, that I have killed greater men for, only to give the message from that filthy son of Lorgar? You most have come here seeking the same death as your father, dog!" Crakis then drew from his waste a large chainaxe with a human skull hanging from the handle before yelling, "No one interfere! I shall claim this so-called champion and son of Russ' skull for my own!" He then slammed the chainaxe against his chest twice before calling out to Beowulf, "Come, slayer and head-taker of Grey Knights, and prove your title has weight!"
@TuskatheDaemonKilla @Maleth @seabass @Jorimel @Virgil_Corbec @Casavay @Vulpas @matt23 "Well... One thing my Commander liked to say was to use the enemy's weapon against themselves... So I propose that our stealth specialists." She gestures at Vlad an Satharn. "Might want to infiltrate it, get rid of the Imperials and then send false coordinates for the artillery fire into the own ranks of the Cadians, obliterating themselves when they think they are helping their war effort. By the time they realize it is friendly fire, their line is overrun or they will suspect treason from the artillery crews, or something along those lines that might throw their commanding officers into chaos." Lurielle gave as a brief pitch of a typical Tau warfare plan.
Malrak looked at the battlefield and shivered a bit as he felt so many souls being sent into the imaterium and energy being released. If he were down there he would be bleeding from his eyes at the amount of energy that would be flowing into him. Not a very pleasant sensation to say the least which was one if the reasons he hated battle, not a simply fight but a true battles like this. The products of war, such a wasteful thing those men down there are dying for a corpse seated upon a child eating throne when they could be pondering the mysteries of the Galaxy and find true freedom. But no enstead of casting off their shackles they willingly exchanged them for a collar and leash like obedient little dogs. His grip on his staff tightened at the thought when he heard Lurille explain quiet the brilliant plan. "I second Lurielle's plan." He said finally breaking his self imposed silence. The woman never ceased to amaze him really and that made him all the more glad she was a friend of his. Tzeentch knows what that mind of hers could do if she was to switch sides.
Felana as they climbed felt her stomach churned as they went up not used to the mountainous terrain, As they made of up and spotted the observation post, Felana had to agree with Luiralle with the plan she thought up, "I have to agree with Luiralle here but have a simple question think we could paint one of the hydras target to make our Job any easier? Also once t they find out they are hitting there own how far away from here do you think we will be? I don't want to know if they are willing to fire on compromised position like this one if they figure our its been taken or there own betrayed them?" Felana asked they stopped for a battle plan.
"You call me arrogant despite eagerly wanting to prove our truly arrogant cusins right? I thought you world eaters where more than rampent rageacholics" Beowulf answered, "But I'm not one to back down for anything" he said while drew Lupi morsus, he new that this was in no way going to be easy if they where truly going to do this, and he might as well prepare for this to be a duel to the death.
@TuskatheDaemonKilla @Maleth @Jorimel @Virgil_Corbec @Casavay @Vulpas @Uriel1339 @matt23 Tyresius chuckled, "An excellent plan, Little Lurielle! Fool the bastards into firing on their own forces! but before we begin.....I have a gift for you all." The plague marine placed down the container and motioned for them all to approach...
"I am not sure if I want the gifts of your god.... You might like being surrounded by flies as living shields, myself? ... Not so much." Lurielle said carefully, though with a smile. The praise of her plan being genuine by the present group was positively overwhelming. "You see, that is why I suggested to let Satharn and Vlad do it as much on their own as they can while we keep our range, that way we risk less while still achieving our goal. I mean in the ideal scenario we would have Ghost suits, but I fear we have no access to Tau technology." Lurielle shrugged a bit. "And there is no time for painting..." She pointed at the position of the Word Bearers clashing against the Imperium - the fight getting more intense every moment.
"Well, seems Lurielle beat me to a reasonable suggestion. So let's go with that." Latrynix replied. Course, that left the matter of who should go, but that train of thought received a derailment when the Plague Marine offered a gift. Naturally, she took quite a few steps back and quiet ready to go diving for cover if needs be as she replied "No thank you Tyresius, if it's a gift that would require the use of a hazardous environment suit to transport safely by people who aren't you." As to whom the Wych though should go: Vlad and Satharn were the obvious choices, with Malrak backing them up and Tyresius on fire-support, leaving everyone else to be the support should things go wrong. It wasn't exactly as if she had time for any sort of optimism at the moment, lest she ended up having dashed hopes due to letting expectations rise.
Malrak squinted his eyes at the plague marine who just gave a very suspicious offer. He wasn't too sure what he had made with the materials he had given him but he had a feeling they weren't very pleasant. Unfortunately no one else had indulged his offer and someone had to so he opened the box with his powers while staying a considerable distance away. He prayed to Tzeentch nothing would pop out at him.
"Good plan." Satharn kept it brief. "We go and take them out." He nodded to Vlad. "You and me, stealthy. In fast, kill whoever's in the way, job done." "Let's keep this simple and direct." The statement was aimed at Latrynix and her ever more complicated plans (to Satharn). "Let us do what we're good at. Infiltration. We can be there and killing before you can say Death to the False Emperor. The first thing they'll know is how suddenly drafty everything feels." With no skin. Behind his helm, Satharn grinned. He turned to Tyresius. "No offence, Plague-Brother but I've no desire for a dose of the cosmic pox. Also, I was taught never to accept a gift without a receipt." He pointed Flesh Reaper at Vlad. "Embarrass our Legion and I'll gut you myself. Time for redemption, little Brother."
