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The ground around the Dark angels camp erupts, a massive Trygon prime bursts out of the ground. It's super effective.

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The Trygon buries back into the ground, evading a volley of bolter fire.

The Trygon crashes into the surviving Dark angels. Power armour proving to be of no use to the sheer mass and strength of the Trygon. Pluto torn to pieces by the massive jaws of the beast, his brother lies broken at the bottom of a crater.

@iProxtaco, I think everyone gets their own army.

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A horde of numberless hormagaunts burst out of the forest, leaping and bounding over the hastily erected defences, closing the gap in an instant. The Dark angels open fire, taken out dozans of the alien spawn. They leap upon the landspeeder, dragging it to the ground under their combined weight.

A group of supporting Raveners burst from the ground behind them, scything talons raised and dripping with acrid poison.

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The marines rushed over the marsh, hormagaunts were killed in droves. The ground began to shake as the Trygon came back.

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The missile burst straight threw the Trygons lower jaw, exploding in its skull, ichor and bone scattered acoss the marsh. Its body came crashing to the ground, blown water and mud high in the air. The marines brought themselves back to their feet, only to see the sky blocked out by dozans of gargoyles.

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(but the landspeeder was left behind when you ran to the marsh)

The hormagaunts leap upon the surving marines. The marines fell, but managed to destroy a huge number of the horde, only 6 hormagaunts remained, while the gargoyles circled high above.

Several fiery dots appear in the sky, growing larger and larger, trailing a plume of think black smoke. The Dreadclaws fire their bottom thrusters, slowing their decents and hitting the ground with a shallow thud, at odds with the extreme speed and thunderous appearence of their arrival. The doors burst open, spraying steam and removing a fine layer of ash that had formed around the edges of the landing ramps. Several boides drop out, killed by the erratic machine spirit of their transport. Over their lifless husks steps a host of red armoured giants, festooned with skulls and other hideous trophies, long strings of parchment covered in dark swirling runes billowing in the wind. The Word Bearers form up and train their bolters on the remaining guants and gargoyles, releasing a withering spray of explosive rounds, downing the remaining foot slogging aliens, shells exploding inside their bodies. The range is too far, and the gargoyles are left with but a few of their number crashing to the ground.

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((Ignore them? they just killed your men?))

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The Sanguinary guard train fire and the approaching heretic. Suddenly, a Lictor burst from the shadows, impaling a pair of guards onto a near by tree

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The guard slash at the creature. In the lictors death throes, it slashes open one of the marines chestplate, severly injuring him. Seeing the comotion in the forest, the Gargoyles decend, spitting acid and ichor onto the heretics and marines alike.

With a few of their number dead on the ground, punctured with holes where the bolts of the Sanguinary Guard fired on them, The Word Bearers rally around their dark champion, a cursed figure, long cloak stained with the blood of thousands. This Dark Apostle raises his cursed Crozius to the sky, red tendrils of warp energy warping the ground before him. From it, Bloodletters, footsoldiers of Khorne, rise form the coagulated blood spilled during previous conflicts. They raise their hellish blades, and release a mighty roar, charging the remaining Blood Angels, felling one of their number and raising it's head to the skies, armour and flesh burning from this gruesome trophy to reveal the skull within.

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A carnifex crashes into the ruins, trampling the guard underfoot. Bolt rounds exploded into its side, it turns to see the approaching Word bearers. It charged straight threw the shells, blind from the pain by rage.

((Im looking forward to tacos next post. ))

Their shots ineffective, The Dark Apostle charges forward, Crozius in hand. Parrying the mindless attacks of the Carnifex, the dark champion scores what would be mortal wounds upon the beasts armoured belly. Word Bearers die to the tyranids mighty claws, their bodies flying in all directions. The Apostle narrowly evades a glancing slash, his horned helmet is torn off to reveal the scarred features beneath, his eyes glowing with anger, he crushes the Carnifiexes skull under the head of his corrupted weapon. Crashing to the ground, now dead, the beast still kills in its death throes, slicing power armour like paper. Only a few Word Bearers remain, gathering around their master, they kneel, reciting a cursed prayer to The Dark Pantheon.

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((lol whats a knight robot thing? ))

((A Dreadnought?))

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Meh, why not.

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Knight Robot smashes through, spraying the Word Bearers with bolts. They are sawed down, like grass, leaving only The Dark Apostle, who ignores the robots attacks, still chanting.

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With anger clear upon his features, the Dark Apostle stands up, and with malice in his voice, spits a cruse at the Knight Robot, firing a spray of Warp Lightning at it's armored bulk, causing the machine to stall

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Most of the shots go wide, tearing down a side of an ancient structure. Several shots find their target, and hit the Dark Apostles shoulder, cracking the corrupted ceramite and breaking his concentration. The Lightning dissipates, but the Word Bearer gathers himself, charging forwards with cursed Crozius raised to deliver a two handed death blow.

A horde of rippers climb over Knight robot, nibbling at its vulnerable joints, seeing that it was already destroyed, they attack the Apostle, swarming over him.

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With another curse, gleaned from the pages of dark scriptures, the Dark Apostle unleashes a torrent of roiling baleflame, igniting the rippers on the Knight Robots body. Still charging forwards, with rippers biting at his armoured legs, the champion leaps atop the Knight Robot.

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Can I change army? Tyranids kinda suck

Kill them off and join again.

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Battered and bruised, his armour cracked, The Dark Apostle finally his adversary with a mighty blow from his crozius. Collapsing to the ground due to his mortal wounds, the Dark Apostle reaches for his helmet, speaking one order into its communicae device before dieing.

The Tyrand's exploded due to Knight robots shoulder mounted laser. Knight Robot continued his attack on the Apostle, beating him into the ground.

The Knight Robot is dead, so the Apostle, or was when I posted. Anyway, with a bright flash of energy, scarring the ground and causing a mighty crack sound due to the displaced air, the Dark Apostles apprentice arrives at the head of a host of Word Bearers Terminators. They gather around their defeated master, lifting his body upon a ritual shield. The Coryphaus is taken forward and is ritually executed for his failure, and his head placed atop the First Acolytes trophy spikes.

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An Imperial Guard Vendetta swoops down, and fires its lascannons on the drednought, which it mistakes for a chaos drednought. The bolts of red light burst forth from the guns, but the pilot banks just in time to avoid killing the dread. The lasers barely scratch the paint.
The pilot diverts, and insted targets the trygon he can see.

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As the vendetta fires, a squad of Storm Troopers grav-shute out of the back, and run into cover. They use there hell-guns to fire on the Word Bearers engaged with the dreadnought.

A fightabomma with the name 'Blu Vulcha' hastily painted on the side engages the vendetta, caught completely unawares, the vendetta pilot attempts evasive manourver, but it is too late. The bommas guns shred the Imperial engines causing a massive explosion.

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Seeing the destruction of the vendetta above them, the storm troopers radio for help.
Soon, help arrives in the form of three veteran squads inside a CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT. These veterans join the fire fight against the Word Bearers.

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"Der' down der boss!" shouted the pilot as he swung Da Vulcha around. The entire salvo of explosives and munitions were dropped, exploding to the right of the dreadnought, destroying his right arm. Boss Zagstruk and his Stormboyz fired up their rokkit packs, and descended on the surviving stormtroopers, hacking at them with choppas and klaws

The First Acolyte, re-grouping with his remaining Terminator guard, charges the Dreadnought. With a curse, he plunges his ruinous blade, streaming warp-flame, into the armored chest of his foe, ending the life of the wretched corpse once and for all. He stands triumphant over his enemy, the kill dedicated to his now deceased master.

Something rips into reality as the Daemons of Chaos open a rift in the Warp and pour into real space, Bloodletters and Horrors of Tzeentch cackle with glee and rage as they set their eyes on the First Acoytle and his Word Bearers. They hiss and move forward while Hounds of Khorne form a rear guard for the arriving Daemons, riding on a Disc of Tzeentch Syrath arrives and points a scaled finger towards the Word Bearers. He screeches a command in some long dead language and the Daemons advance.

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With Power fists crackling with savage energy, the Word Bearers charge the Daemons. The Reaper Autocannon reaps a heavy toll on the advancing Warp horde, the Fist Acolyte leaps aboard the Disc, fighting hand to hand with his adversary.

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Syrath pulls out a longs flaming sword and hacks madly at the Word Bearer making only mad crackles of hysterical laughter and mad rants that if listened to correctly would revel the mystery of the Universe but the Daemons fight on, blue and pick flames consuming the Terminators while others are hacked apart by Hell Blades. Syrath hisses as the Dreadnought appears and turns to the Word Bearer
"I propose an Alliance, all I ask in return is Chaos and change!"

"And in return? The Dark Gods are fickle, I require payment. But yes, we shall, for Chaos!".
The force of Word Bearers and Daemons cease their battle, turning to their new adversary.

"Power beyond your imagination, Tzeentch and Khorne will grant it to you but now we must destroy this shrine to a corpse!"

Syrath screams a Daemonic command as the Disc fires a bolt of energy that burns and melts the hull of the Dreadnought within seconds while Tzeentchien Horrors belch Warp flames that burn and destroy its weaponry. Bloodletters charge and begin leaping onto the Dreadnought and begin plunging their flaming blades into its hull.

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Syrath leaps upon the Disc which fires multiple bolts of warp energy at the Dreadnought which dissolve its hull as they slam into the Dreadnought, soon the Dreadnought is unable to move its legs due to the rapid attacks of the Tzeentch and Khorne Daemons.

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(Really they just gun down the Daemons who are some of the most powerful beings in the Warp, well two can play at that game.)

Syrath fires a bolt which simply dissolves the Space Marines from inside while more Daemons tare into reality as the Word Bearers summon them

With cruel abandon, the remaining Terminators slaughter their way through the marines, the heads of the Word Bearers defeated opponents are placed upon a ritual trophy spike, ready for the ritual to summon more allies to the fray.

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"Excellent fest on their weak souls! Summon the hordes of Chaos to the battles of Real Space!"

"With the thousand whispers of Slannesh we call to his Daemons!"

"With the seven Plagues of Nurgle we call his Daemons"

"With the nine Spells of Tzeentch we call his Daemons"

"And with the mighty axe of Khorne we cut open the universe!"

Daemons pour into reality as Sorcerers summon them with ancient and forbidden chants.

With his forces decimated, the First Acolyte, with only a few of his guard remaining, retreats to prepare the ritual, taking the gangrenous corpse of the Dreadnought he slew with him as an offering to The Pantheon.

"Yes come forth! Slaughter the servants of the Corpse and take their heads and souls! Butcher them and slaughter the fools! For Chaos!"

Daemonic beasts begin to attack any Imperials of enemy forces within the area, they smell the fear of their foes as they viciously tare their allies apart.

The hill side shaked as ork artillary fired upon the battlefield, dozans of kannons and lobbas hurled shellsinto the melee, blowing ontop of marine and daemon alike

(OOC) Got to go iproxtaco you can command my forces and use my powers to make yourself a Daemon Prince if you want.

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((Which enemy? Orks are on the hill, stormtroopers and that CRASSUS thing are fighting stormboyz by the ruins, and word bearers and daemons are in the middle where the dreadnought is (or was)))

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So everyones dead? except for the nids

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Gorclamp sped his buggies through the valley, kicking up the ground behind them in a cloud dust. They circled around the tyranid horde, staying far out of reach of their claws. the shootas cutting the swarms down.

Taking cover from the Ork artillery in some nearby ruins, the First Acolyte consecrates the ground around him, placing the sacrificial spike on the center. He unhooks the book at his waist, ignoring the nearby sounds of battle as loyalist marines and his Daemonic allies clash. His last few Terminator Guard take off their helmets and kneel, respectfully in front of their master. The First Acolyte chants from the Book of Lorgar, each syllable must be perfect to avoid the gift of spawnhood. The Terminators cut their foreheads with the symbol of Chaos, offering their blood as payment to the Dark Gods. The air around them grows dark, the ground grows wet with blood rising from beneath, maniacal laughter can be heard, absent of a source. The new Dark Apostle strikes the ground with his fist, an ugly rent in the fabric of reality tears open, revealing the land behind, a backlay of swirling ruddy purple and red over a scorched surface festooned with blood stained spires and cobbled streets running with the gore of the slaves who paved them. From this portal steps a gigantic figure, red of skin, with huge folded leathery wings struggling to fit through this gate. A horned head, like that of a snarling dog, deep eyes glowing like the embers of a forgotten fire, red stained teeth the size of a human hand. Hooves burn the ground where it steps, a low reverberation sounds as the Bloodthirster steps from his chaotic realm. It surveys the scene, towering over the mortal who had summoned him, steam blowing from it's nostrils with its displeasure at the paltry gathering come to greet it. Bracing itself, the Daemon unfolds its mighty wings, and launches itself into the air, trailing a bloody mist and cracking the ground with its takeoff. It spots the carnage not so far away, his lesser servants battling fiercely with the hated servants of the Anathema. With a howl that stripped the sanity of mere humans, the Bloodthirster wings its way towards the battle it so craves.

Smashing into the side of the planet's crust with apocalyptic force, the Ork Suparokk skidded to a halt after rolling over scores of daemons, chunks of steel and stone trailing off as it pulverized the landscape. It rocked and smoked for several moments, the only sound emitting from the great irregular globe was an ominous ticking sound, an eerie rhythmic pulse that reached it's climax in a tremendous explosion as the Orky demolitions ripped the top off of the improvised transport. Truly, it was the pinnacle of Ork ingenuity. Originally, they had tried strapping Orks to the outside of the massive space rocks, but the boyz just burned up in the atmosphere. Then, some big mekk got the idea to put the boyz on the inside of the rokks, then things really got rolling. Out of the smoking rent came thousands of greenskins, each armed to the teeth with the most shootiest, loudest, and most obnoxious weaponry they could get their hands on. Several massive squiggoths tramped onto the soil, 'uge dakkagunz firing into the mass of enemies below. Dis wuz gonna be good.

The Bloodthirster lands, Orkz flying in every direction, a great wave of invisible force knocking them back for tens of meters. His new foe is unprepared, mighty double-headed axes appear wreathed in bale-flame in the Daemons fists. With roars that make even an Ork stall with apprehension, the beast is a whirling dervish amongst a green sea. Choppas and shootas bounce off its unholy hide, as axes come down again and again, tearing Orkz in half with every blow. A Sguiggoth on the rampage chooses this red enemy as it's new target.


Got to go, its late, don't kill off my Bloodthirster, just leave him and the Squigg alone.

A Grey Knight Terminator squad teleports onto the battlefield the Bloodthirster in their sights. They charge the Blodthirster who swings his giant axe decapitating two Grey Knights where they stand. One of the remanning Terminators swings under the stroke and bloodies the daemon’s underarm, the Blood thirster screams out in pain knocking the terminator sprawling to the ground. The remaining two Terminators slash out at the Bloodthirster’s exposed stomach spilling blood everywhere. A Grey knight climbs up the daemon’s side and while standing on his neck decapitates the angry daemon banishing him back to the warp. The Three surviving Grey knights scan the battlefield for their new targets.

Syrath flies by on a flaming Disc of Tzeentch and decapitates two of the Grey knights with his blade while his mass armies of Daemons begin to enter combat the Orks with a sinister rage, they hack and slice the Green Skins apart with their blades.

The now returned Bloodthirster kills the Grey Knights.

The 8 remaining storm troopers, and a few surviving veterans, climb back in to the CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT, which then revs its engine and backs away from the ruins.
Several of the storm boyz are crushed under the mighty tracks of the CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT.

They speed away into the hills, to meet with their reinforcements.

@RaptorsTallon the Stormtroopers are now immortal. War game is won by you

thenoobbomb wrote:@RaptorsTallon the Stormtroopers are now immortal. War game is won by you

What do you mean?

They are in a CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT. Need to say more?

"Oi boss! Dey got demselves a CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT!" Warboss Klawsmasha smilled "READY DA TELAPORTA! he yelled.

"We're safe in here lads, thank the Omnissiah for blessing us with a CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT" The remaining stomtroppers cheered. Suddenly, a blue fash and stuff happens. "Boys smash dem umies!" A trio of mega armoured nobs smashed apart the survivors, as Klawsmasha climbed into the control seat.

((Its mine now ))

The Bloodthirster launched itself into the air, it's Grey Knight foes slaughtered and their skulls offered to the Blood God. With every mighty beat of its wings, the Daemon flew faster and further towards a new enemy. It pivoted in mid-air, falling rapidly like a Hawk, wings folded to its sides. It spun before it hit the ground, slamming with incredibly force onto the roof of the CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT. Iron claws flashing, it dug it's mighty fists deep into the metal hull, muscles bulging, and ripped the plates off to reveal the passengers within. With an intake of air, the Daemon let rip a torrent of dancing flame into the beasts metal interior, cooking the Orkz.

Seeing the Imperial Guard troops killed, and the CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT stolen, Imperial Command started to rethink their stratagy.

The bulk lifter descended from orbit, and deployed the Warhound Titan just to the south of the main battlefield. It was armed with a Plasma Blastgun, and an Inferno Cannon, and strode purposfuly towards the enemy.

At the same time, Guardsman Marbo apperared from his hiding place behind the drivers seat in the CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT, and killed the Orks. He took control, and drove the vehicle to safety. (He can hide anywhere that guy!)

Syrath flies into the sky on wings of burning flame as he decends apon the Imperial armoured vehicle sending flaming bolts that melt its armoured hull with, the Daemon then sends another bolt at it which imbolises the vehicle.

So now it's immobilized, with no roof, on fire, with a melting hull? Truly this transport is invincible.

The CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT thundered on, ignoring even its imobalization. The transport used its super awesomeness powers to restore its self to full capacity. It drove on, and into a huge cave system, where no one could ever hope to find it.

The Titan stalked forwards, and fired its inferno cannon into the jungle, where it could see the deamons and tyranids. The jungle caught light, and the tyranids were killed. The purging flame banished the deamons too.

RaptorsTallon wrote:
At the same time, Guardsman Marbo apperared from his hiding place behind the drivers seat in the CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT, and killed the Orks. He took control, and drove the vehicle to safety. (He can hide anywhere that guy!)

((HAHAHAHAHA, well played))

Toastedandy wrote:

RaptorsTallon wrote:
At the same time, Guardsman Marbo apperared from his hiding place behind the drivers seat in the CRASSUS ARMOURED ASSAULT TRANSPORT, and killed the Orks. He took control, and drove the vehicle to safety. (He can hide anywhere that guy!)

((HAHAHAHAHA, well played))

I love Marbo, so useful in all situations.

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Syrath incinerates them with a blast of flames from his maw and proceeds to rip and tare apart any survivors with his clawedbtalons and evil magics.

From the sky, a ship of bone crashes down, dropping a mycetic spore, as it is about to crash, it sharply turns and jets back into the sky. From withing the spore, a large centauroid creature fires spines at Syrath, striking him.

(No one is going to bother attacking the titan then?)

Seeing the taint of chaos killing the loyal space marines, the Warhound fires both its plasma blastgun, and inferno cannon, at the chaos warriors, decimating them.

From space a ship that aged since the Horus Heresy pulled into orbit, those with knowledge of imperium ships that witnessed this Behemoth pull in saw it was a "Imperial Emperor Class Battleship", within minutes scans were performed upon the planet, the biggest threat was a Titan, within minutes the ships Nova Cannon was ready to fire.

On the surface a light brighter than a thousand sons descended upon the titan consuming it and many kilometers surrounding it.


(option was this or crashing a thunderhawk into the cockpit, I chose the more challenging option)

(Nova cannon then. We'll see about that...)

Seeing this new threat enter the system, the imperial command in orbit turned their guns on the battleship. The might of an imperial fleet soon turned the behemoth into nothing more than pieces of metal raining down from orbit.
Thinking the planet to be lost, imperial command retreats into the warp, and sends a signal to the Inquisition.
Within a few hours, the Black Ships arrive, and load cyclonic torpedoes. Lord Inquisitor Valar sanctions the order to fire, and begins the expulsion of the Tyranids, Orks and Chaos on the surface.

Syrath and his hordes return to the warp realising the threat of the Imperials and escapes waiting for the time to strike.

Suddenly a Droppod come down from the atmosphere reveling Multiple Space Wolf Terminators.

rockerbikie wrote:Suddenly a Droppod come down from the atmosphere reveling Multiple Space Wolf Terminators.

Into an exterminatus?

New planet? No ships(I feel a little cheap for that)

Wardragoon wrote:New planet? No ships(I feel a little cheap for that)

Ok.

The drop ships of the imperial guard arrived on a new planet, after the imperium had utterly destroyed the last one.
The Veteran Squads, in there Chimeras, rolled down the access ramp, and clanked onto the rocky ground of the mountain world.
As soon as they disembarked, they could tell this would be a whole different fighting style to the jungle they had left.

They quickly secured a perimeater, and built defensive positions from which they could moniter all the passes and peaks around them.

RaptorsTallon wrote:

Wardragoon wrote:New planet? No ships(I feel a little cheap for that)

Ok.

The drop ships of the imperial guard arrived on a new planet, after the imperium had utterly destroyed the last one.
The Veteran Squads, in there Chimeras, rolled down the access ramp, and clanked onto the rocky ground of the mountain world.
As soon as they disembarked, they could tell this would be a whole different fighting style to the jungle they had left.

They quickly secured a perimeater, and built defensive positions from which they could moniter all the passes and peaks around them.

With the Imperial Guard assistance, the new Droppods with the terminators in it and multiple others including Captain Rocker was released.

But from the ground beneath them rose what could only be described as a horror scene, ancient robots with the skin of their killed drapped over them. the used their scything talons to kill the unaware guardsmen in the center if the camp

Seeing the devestation in the camps, the imperial armour was quick to commance the shelling of the area.
High caliber ordanance from artilery in the hills, as well as shells and plasma from Leman Russ squadrons flew in, devestating the robots.
Smaller heavy fire commenced as well, as heavy weapons squads locked on to their targets.

On the new planet, a ship of bone crashes down, dropping a mycetic spore, as it is about to crash, it sharply turns and jets back into the sky. From withing the spore, a large centauroid creature fires spines at the HWSs, wounding them.

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There's a flash like thunder and a four squads of gray knights appear to banish the demon. It fought well wiping out a single squad before one knight plunged his sword into the back of it's skull.

The Forces of Chaos, despite working for the same goals, do not form alliances easily. The Bloodthirster, bloodied from the Orbital Bombardment spots this new Bloodthirster. It had done battle against the forces of other Gods and even against other servants of his master. This new arrival was intruding upon his territory. With another ground cracking launch, the Bloodthirster wings its way toward its new target. With bone cracking force, it smashes into the Daemon from above, driving it to the ground.

Ooh, ninja'd.

It had done battle against the forces of other Gods and even against other servants of his master. This new arrival was something else entirely. With another ground cracking launch, the Bloodthirster wings its way toward its new target. With bone crunching force, it landed in the mist the surviving Grey Knights, throwing several to the ground. In a few seconds, it decapitated 4 score marines, setting a further pair aflame with its Daemonic breath. It parried the blow of a Nemesis Force Sword with it's bracer, the warp-metal burning at the blades sacred touch. It swung it's axe upwards, taking the leg off of another enemy, whilst slicing the chest plate of another.

the air started blurring next to the Daemon, at first it thought another Daemon was coming, but this was different, suddenly a massive structure came into being and then green arcs of energy flared out scorching the daemon(its a monolith)

iproxtaco wrote:The Forces of Chaos, despite working for the same goals, do not form alliances easily. The Bloodthirster, bloodied from the Orbital Bombardment spots this new Bloodthirster. It had done battle against the forces of other Gods and even against other servants of his master. This new arrival was intruding upon his territory. With another ground cracking launch, the Bloodthirster wings its way toward its new target. With bone cracking force, it smashes into the Daemon from above, driving it to the ground.

Too late already killed it

Seeing this new threat the gray knights turned to face the second Bloodthirster. Mass fire from the squads brought it down from the sky where two knights gutted the demon finally banishing it.

Edit: Oh never mind

There's some serious continuity problems with this thread. Maybe we should each wait until another poster has posted a move before replying, or waiting for a certain amount of time between each one.

I agree

ChaosLordSam wrote:Tyranids?

No, actually, Zoats.

Do you know what those are?

Linky to Lexicanum. http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Zoats

ChaosLordSam wrote:Tyranids?

No, actually, Zoats.

Do you know what those are?

Linky to Lexicanum. http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Zoats

Anyone going to kill my monolith?

The lascannons of Heavy Weapons Squads Beta and Delta opened fire on the Necron Monolith, bright beams of red light searing into the black metal of the necron machine.
For a while, the monolith just shrugged of the blasts, but eventualy one beam struck the power matrix, overloading the core.
The monolith exploded in a bright fireball, sending shards of black metal everywhere.

From behind the heavy weapons team came the iconic cry, "Waaaagh." Ork Kamandos unable to contain themselves enough to be sneaky came out and killed the squad to a man

The powerful Zoat Cheiftain (mentioned him a page ago) Sprayed spiny death at the Kammandos, and waited to see the damage.

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1500 miles away desperate coordinates came in from the front line, a chaos titan was reported on the battlefield, slowly the deathstrike base turned and calibrated the missiles, and as one the deathstrike base fired its missiles, soldiers on the field reported back a few minutes later that the titan was sundered, as was the Valhallen 91st infantry.

The Force Weapons of the Grey Knights scored deep furrows in the Bloodthirsters Daemonic hide. It had taken far more serious injuries during the Crusades against the realms of the Lord of Change, so payed them no heed. Twin axes whirling, it killed all those around it. Before long, only the Grey Knights Brother Captain remained, a grievous wound on his shoulder. The Bloodthirster stood before his foe, ready to deliver a final death blow.

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A Challenger appears! The threat is doubled, but the Daemon had faced worse opponents than these two marines. He could feel the power of his God coursing through him, lending him strength. Cracking the ground with his hooves, the Bloodthirster launched into attack, battering the two with with twin axes, strength enough to crush mountains was unleashed in a torrent of blows, smashing aside the blades of his foe, and backhanding the Company Master into a wall. He extended his fist around the Grey Knight's neck, lifting him to head height. His holy armour burnt the flesh of the Daemons hand, but his victory was too sweet.

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The Daemon felt the attacks through the smoke, and again payed them no heed. It began to strangle the Grey Knight when it felt a slash of pain across it's thigh that brought it to its knees, dropping his enemy to the ground. The attacks kept coming, cutting deep grooves in its shoulders and causing great harm to the leathery skin between his mighty wings.

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Wounded but far from dead, the Daemon breathed warp flame over the Grey Knight, his enemies wards proving protection enough against the fire. It parried the blade of the Chapter Master with its axe blade, shattering the weapon of the Marine. The Bloodthirster swiped the Dark Angel aside, and advancing upon the Grey Knight, embedded its axe in the Knights chest, ending its Nemesis.

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As the Bloodthirster fell, the hum of gravchutes can be heard in the brief silence. As suddenly as the hum of the gravchutes started a 10 man squad of Elysian Drop troops form up and approach the Company Master, "Sir, 82nd drop troops, hell hunter squad at your service."

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the Daemon apprently wasnt quite dead, with its last sstrength it hurls the chapter master against a tree

(This daemon is going away now)

The battery that had dealt with the titan recieved new coordinates, and with those coordinates a volley of 5 deathstrike missiles launched forth from the battery, soon reports came that the daemon was vaporised, as was about 200 feet of ground. With a small cheer the crews got back to reloading the deathstrike missiles.

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(ooc: was that to me sam?)

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