So I will be out of town with only an ipad to write with, so I wont be writting for my guys but if everyone gives me a number and the action they are taking I will let you know how it goes/what happened for you to write about. Dont worry the Wolverines Valiant are still here and using massed bolter fire to succeed where others have failed lol

I sent everyone the results, here is how i picked this one. First random number if odd means winners are lower than final number. Second random number means if lower is bad(odd) or good(even), then picked the actual random number(73). So yet again the templars are doing well. I look forward to hearing how i let things fall for everyone.

Well my random number came out below 70 as well. The Wolverines Valiant are in a struggle with the heralds of khorn, who will help them?

The Wolverine Valiant backed off, Bolters spewing dozens of bolts but doing nothing to the cursed beast’s skin, simpley vanishing before their eyes like mist.

Drawing his combat blade the Marine prepared to die as he lived facing the enemy in combat, no running, and blade to blade.

Above the planet the light Frigate Purity raced above, the Chaplain had brought 9 of the most zelous and pure warriors in the fleet, each one possessing the one weapon that might overcome the monsters, Pure faith, nothing simple or more complex than utter belief in the emperors light.

As they boarded the modified drop pod, the Chaplain gave what would likely be his last prayer if this did not work, so it be, to die in battle was his fate, he would embrace it head on.
The blessed steel gleamed in the dark drop pod, ancient designs of weapons but blessed on Terra itself in the very halls of the palace.

The Pod hurtled to the planets surface, retro rockets would slow them at the last moments, if they worked.... it was always a risk.

In the tunnels they advanced, mad humans and creatures tried to kill them with there bare hands, not human anymore, simply beasts who only knew to kill, the great Crozius smashing them aside with ease. The madness grew, blood floated, skulls aflame, Chaos was here. The Chaplain was fearless, bolstering the marines with him they advanced upon the beast itself, a group of Wolverine Valiant Backed into a bunker, the beast truanting them.

Slamming the Crozius staff into the ground, his faith channelled into its form, the lesser mad beings fled or tore themselves apart, Purity the athema to chaos. His Brothers with swords advanced on the lesser beasts, Warded steel causing them to scream as the runes glowed bright white when plunged into their warped flesh.

“run along now little man before i take that skull you hide beneath that nice little helmet of yours” taunted the beast, a Red monster, all tightly corded muscles and spikey black bone.

they closed, the great Crozius met cursed blade and sparks flew, its talons cut into his shoulder guard, slicing through like it did not exist. “weak armour little manno in a metal canno” chided the beast jovialy.

“Return to the foulness of the warp beast, before i send you screaming back” roared the Chaplain charging again smashing the claw to pulp and sending it reeling. Taking advantage he drew a large brass ball. A Holy blessed grenade filled with sacred oils and powerful wards detonated and white flames burned the monsters flesh, lesser beasts just dissolved and writhed into nothing.

“you might be worth fighting after all skull face, il enjoy this” softly but with great maliace rang in the chaplains head. Again the charge, blocking the sword and ramming the remaining good shoulder guard into its chest, however suddenly another claw grew, severing his arm at the elbow and sending him flying back with its rage.

This fight would not end well, the beast advanced slowly about to savour the kill, the Crozius was lying too far, his pistol useless, his last act was to pray for the strength to die like a Marine, no screams or fear.

But soon as the deathblow was about to come a wall of spectral flame raced down, flaming skulls simply turned to dust and the beast retreated as a ghostly marine wreathed in flame duelled the beast and smote it to the ground with ease, its Brothers advanced purging the remaining accursed creatures then vanished back into the fire which bore them.

6 of his 9 where dead, 2 injured, and with the Wolverine Valiant they brought the dead back to the waiting thunder hawk at a ruined plaza in the city. Its glass dome shattered easily letting the gunship land among the ruins of a pleasure garden.

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In the centre Lord Marshall Karak was laying siege to a Ork stronghold, its thick walls where holding up well to the Kreigmans guns and attacks, thousands had died, no gains but that was to be expected. Crude as they where Ork defences could the match of any imperial walls.

it was time for the Templers to take the lead and purge this scrap heap of a greenskin city or as close as one ever could be called.
“Brother Sentinal” ready my landraider, order all the guns to keep firing, tell the Skitari to bring forth the city breaker”

City breaker, a grav cannon of extreme potency, built onto a superhevay chassis with arcane defences it was the most powerful weapon he had available, crude but effective energy barriers has withstood orbital attacks mostly unscathed.

“Prepare the Brothers for immediate attack when the wall crumbles”

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The engines rumbled gently as they laid in wait, dozens of armoured tanks of all kinds from fast Rhino APC’s to the tough Landraider and Deathkorp Gorgons which waited behind each filled with up to 50 grim expandable souls.

The wall shook, dust and scraps fell free from the walls, the humming grew more intense as the power ramped up and cracks began to appear in the green skin defences, a minute or so later the wall gave way, its own weight dozens of times in excess of before the ground collapsed and fell backwards with a cloud of dust and shouting.

Engines roared and tracks tore into the dry hard ground, the assault had begun.
The breach was filled with Orks as the first Templers clashed with the primitive defenders in a huge melee of swords, axes and rifle butts and blood, blood soaked the ground and made the ground treacherous, Marines mag locking to scrap metal soon began to drive them back but not without cost. The Pruge was Brutal, Karak and his honour guard lead the push to the Warboss’s main citadel and land raiders supporting spewed walls of Bolts, Flame as colossal Vindicator shells pounded buildings to nothing but bent and burnt metal with comptemptous ease.

The Warboss looked on from his Fortress at the cities core, Black Tanks pushed through the cities mass of orks and beasts, Grim masked Humies burned entire sections to ash and half metal cyborks where relentlessly purging the mek town of its population and machines.

“right you gitz theres beakies coming dis way, lots of beakies, we hav those humie cyborks in mektown and the Humies in masks who love to die are burning everything they can see so lets go out and show em what real orks can do with a choppa

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh”

The two waves clashed at the foot of the hill which stood the crude citadel, a huge ork lead a wave of muscular brutes downwards with unstoppable momentum, the Marines stood shoulder to shoulder locked into a solid phalanx of armour and shields.

The clash was devastating, many orks fell as bolter fire sawed through the first orks and then came the biggest of there kind clad in thick armour they reached the space marine lines and the battle began in earnest.

The Marshall and a Sword wielding Chaplain lead a wedge into the centre aimed directly at the warboss, relic blades gutting dozens of orks and sending the lesser creatures feeling back in chaos.
“Face me Foul Xeno and meet your death by my sword” Bellowed out the Marshall, clad in terminator amour yet still the Ork stood larger, stronger, but not smarter.

Odd moments, even orks seem to understand personal one on one combat, a circle formed at the centre of the melee as ork and Templar sized up the other, looking for weakness, the warboss had cunning eyes, massive armour was bolted to his very flesh and the weapon he bore was a mix of chains, saws and razor sharp blades.

Closing the ground the Marshall raised his shield for the coming blow, the shield held but grinding metal screeched and sparks flew, he would not be able to rely on defensive tactics this time. Taking the offensive he struck out hard sheering off several thick plates and leaving great welts in the huge orks arm but it took far more than that to stop one.

Lashing out with anger the Ork slammed a large crude metal choppa into the Marshall exposed arm sending even the terminator backwards, exploiting it the beast charged forward as the rest of his savage kind cheered but even off balance the Marshall saw his opponents weakness.

Risking all he dropped the shield and drew his combat blade, as the ork advanced, confident he had won, Karak stabbed out where only metal mesh was guarding its throat and driving the blade up into its primitive skull. The beast fell forwards, hitting the earth hard, its chain blades and still wirring as it fought the inevitable ended with a single blow severing its head for good.

The death of the Warboss broke the mob, Ork killed ork, marine and pure chaos erupted into there lines and soon they purged the fortress of all xeno life.

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in searching the crude citadel they found much accumulated rubbish, primitive glyphs and a collection of skulls, human, alien, beast, nothing of note. Until smashing down one of the gateways one of the Honour guard found a old sword, Human in origin, half buried in trash and empty ammunition casings.

Later analysis found it was far older, a relic forged according the Master of the Forge decades before the heresy, though much damaged the legion symbol was of the Ultramarines. A Parogon blade, only that could have survived this long, alongside it a ruined shoulder guard bearing similar symbols and finaly a name, it was looted from the tomb of one of the Primark’s bodyguard long thought lost and destroyed 5000 years before.

Captain Aurelious would offer much to bring this home, Captain Scicarous was well known to Marshall Karak and may well help secure the younger Ultramarines captaincy.

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Contact----- TO ULTRAMIRINE WARSHIP VALINES REVENGE---- CAPTAINS EYES ONLY---

Brother Captain Aurelious i have found something of interest to you, somthing that may help secure your captaincy after the failed boarding action. A Sword and other items that relate to the Tomb of Ivocatus Auraious Cesan, long thought lost. ID is positive made by my Master of the Forge.

FInaly, I am a Veteran of over a century of Ork warfare as a Marshall of the Black Templers, 65 of those alone with a single strike cruiser in the dark relms on the edge of the impriums borders, let me say your boarding action was not ill planned, Ork ships are always a risk and thus i recommend you double your boarding forces to counter the suprises the maze like hulks present.

Contact me privately, i will return them to you shortly if you wish and return them to there rightful successors.

Karak out

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TO CRUSADE HQ FROM STRIKE FORCE HAMMER

Have secured and pruged large ork City and broke the planets main warboss, resistance is starting to ebe but many planets remain and many more Orks are present. The fight will only get harder the deeper we go.

Strike force Hammer out.

Archarus looked around the ruins of the promethium mine. "My orders were for it to be taken, not leveled" he hissed.

Skiraz was quick to speak up, "Those Wolverines arrived, and we detonated the facility to stop them from taking it. Their was nothing else to do, Warsmith."

Archarus had lost too many of his trusted guard, and didn't want to turn anyone against him, not when his own throne of command was threatening to collapse. After news had spread of their part if the staff being a fake, added along to the unexpected bitterness of the resistance to his raids, some called for a new Warsmith, and the talons of Archarus' secretive executioner could only silence so many at a time. Instead of snapping at his trusted follower, he slowly shook his head, and ordered for a squad of Flesh to scavenge the area for any parts they could use.

"How many were lost for this wreck?" He asked at last.

"In this fight? 237 Flesh died to the explosions, and 14 astartes fell fighting, 11 of which were vat born, which explains the incompetence" Skiraz hissed, knowing his hatred for the lesser marines was no secret.

"I hope Pugarr's new rabble performs better, these losses are the last thing we need. That I need." Archarus grumbled, picking up a piece of shrapnel and looking at it.

"76% of the Flesh are still in fighting condition, 14% are dead, 4% are damaged beyond repair, and the remaining 6% can rejoin the fight soon enough." Skiraz said, looking for something to distract his lord.

"The Flesh will recover, or they will wish they burned up with this mine." Archarus grumbled, "now, is there any news you have that is genuinely of interest, or is it only about the trench digging fodder we have?" Archarus was started to test his patience, and wanted to hear something go his way.

"Yes, Warsmith. I was going to wait until we were in orbit once more, but you have insisted. We received a message from the warp, while garbled beyond recognition for almost all of it, the transmission is orky, of that there can be no mistake. We cannot tell exactly what they want, or if it was intended for our ears specifically, but Oracheis believes he can decipher more of it, despite the obvious ignorance the greenskins show when sending a message."

At this Archarus was caught off guard. Were they making idle threats for them to leave, or was this something more? Last he had heard that the greenskins were falling to the hammer of the Imperium, and infighting was taking its own toll. "Good, if Oracheis says he can crack it, I don't think we could stop him, even if the Imperium put all of its manpower against him." Archarus spoke highly of the tech-marine, knowing his capabilities and fascination involving xenos technology, and also knowing of his insatiable lust for more of the xeno tech and the value of it.

Apologies for not adding much lately, but to compensate, I'll be playing a game soon with Strikeforce Praetoria IRL and see how it all goes there!