The Pall of Abrantias XII. A 40K RPG

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**Snarky**

"Hold your ground men!" Serik ordered as he took cover behind nearby supplies.

Aiming his pistol, he fires at one of the enemy soldiers, unfortunately the pistol overheats and deadly plasma fumes blow back at the commissar. Luckily his Refractor field saved him from any serious injuries.

**Tyranic Marta**

(nice)
(Snarky) you cough slightly through the haze and see the PDF's looking at you with genuine concern for a second then seeing your fine they cheer slightly and swarm into the room killing the marines, the massive astartes nod to you before plunging into the building as well

**TheWildHost**

(The other wolves that went on patrol?)

**Snarky**

Discarding his now defunct Plasma Pistol, Serik draws his powersword and follows the Astartes into the building. Serik arrives behind a squad of guardsmen who were beginning to run back, but hold their ground due to the arrival of the Commissar.

OOC: Don't I have a gas mask?

**Tyranic Marta**

mhm you do, i mentioned it in your intro

inside the room you see the other guardsmen taking strength from the hulking astartes in their midst, raining fire on the foes the Marines of chaos soon turn tail and flee deeper into the building, a single cultist trailing behind before a bolt takes his head of, full told the cultists are dead and 3 of the marines, 3 guardsman died

**Tyranic Marta**

your group has 12 guardsmen 1 commissar 1 player astartes and 4 non player astartes

**Snarky**

Knowing the taint of chaos well from his battles on Vraks, Serik orders his guardsmen to burn the bodies of the fallen to deny Nurgle his prize.

**Tyranic Marta**

The guardsmen nod but an astartes beats them to it, his flamer pouring liquid prometheum over the enemy

**TheWildHost**

Barentar lunged at one of the marines digging both of his claws into his torso then using him as a meatsheild. Barentar pulled out his bolter and using then half-dead marine as a stand he put bolter rounds into the other marines(Imagine the bolters foward grip on the marines shoulder)"DIE BLOODY HERETICS"he yelled

**Tyranic Marta**

As the other marines try to escape down the stairs you administer killing salvos to the head of each one in turn, only a few escape into the darkness

5 left

**TheWildHost**

Barentar rips his left claw out of the dying marine, then chokes the life out of him. After putting away his bolter Barentar walks over to a living cultist clutching his chest. Brutaly he picks him up by the head and began to interogate him. After 25 or so seconds he dejected his claws and began to gut the cultist. Live."They have a sqaud of thirsty demons deeper down, thus the ritual"he says over the cultists screams"Also anathor 20 or so cultists, and 10 more marines". "SHUT THE HELL UP!" he says crushing the cultists head

**Tyranic Marta**

(wow agro... i like it

)

The guardsmen look scared at the show of strength and the other astartes nod knowingly, "Calm yourself brother the fight will escalate soon, we will need that strength"

**TheWildHost**

"Haha, If you wanted to see strength you could have asked, that was wimpy." Barentar said with a laugh

**Tyranic Marta**

the other wolfs laugh along with you,

The commissar walks over to you and nods, "I can count on you to lead the charge for the emperor then?"

**TheWildHost**

Barentar Crosses his arms and puts a serious face on,"Of course,who else would lead it you I think not!"And he and the wolfs laugh again

**Tyranic Marta**

The iron priest in the corner walks forwards, "That is enough brother, now we must purge this place, there will be time for humour later"

**TheWildHost**

"We should wait for captain, call him up here, preist

**Tyranic Marta**

the iron priest nods, in the vox you can hear the captain replying and agreeing, 5 minutes he said

the growls in the lower sections of the base get louder and you can see the furred back of a warhound of khorne moving up the steps

"we havnt go that long"

**TheWildHost**

"Emporers blood" barentar screamed as he shot at it with his plasma pistol, hitting it but doing almost nothing. After dejecting his claws he began to circle the wolf"lets see whos claws are longer, paws are stronger, and teeth are sharper, puppy"He said with a growl.

**Snarky**

Serik commandeers a laspistol from one of the Guardsmen. He rallies the guardsmen to form a rank, pouring deadly lasfire into the warhound of khorne.

**TheWildHost**

After the firing started Barentar jumped on the wolf slicing at its' underbellie and face "RAAAAH! THE WOLF AND THE WAR HAWK!"He yells as the warhound goes limp."let's make sure" He says as he purs bolt rounds into its' body

**Snarky**

Watching the Space Wolf massacre the warhound, Serik is reminded of the extreme brutality of the Krieg guardsmen he served.

Looking over at the guardsmen he was with, Serik shook his head. It would take a lot of work to turn these men into true soldiers of the Emperor.

**Tyranic Marta**

(both of you)

The warhounds corpse feathers into the warp but the stairs creak as 5 more at the bottom of the stairs approach, growling and snarling.

**TheWildHost**

"Men i fear the battle isn't over!" Barentar screams backing up. "Felix, On my left greay On my right, Prepare for a battle of hell."Barentar says."Imperials as soon as they show their sonouts,BLOW THEM OFF!"

**Snarky**

"All guardsmen, stand your ground. To retreat is to die!"

The guardsmen lined up, nine of them remaining.

"Affix your bayonets, let none of them pass!" ordered Serik as he drew his power sword.

Serik took out his copy of the "Infantryman's Uplifiting Primer" and began reciting the litany of hate.

**Tyranic Marta**

The imperials drop to the ground in one rank anouther one one knee behind them, the rest standing behind. The commissar yelling instructions and phlem laced curses and rants about the strength of the imperium and the morale of the strong and the weakness of the.... well.... the weak

The dogs slowly walk up the stairs heedless of the guardsmen concentrating only on the space wolfs, hundreds of lasfire rounds pepper the wolfs scarring them from head to foot, but they dont fall

**Snarky**

"Forward as one men! Charge! For the Emperor!" cried Serik as he and his men charged into combat.

The hounds were quick, slashing at him as Serik tried to parry their attacks before managing to slash down on one, cutting into two.

Seeing one of his guardsmen break, he fires his laspistol at the coward. The rest of the men fall back into line as they see their comrade die at the hands of the commissar.

**Tyranic Marta**

many of the guardsmen die in that first wave however with the astartes present the hounds are soon wiped out.
you look behind you to hear the opening of the door and the rush of reinforcements

(ok heres the situation, all player char's except for reaper are in the building with the cultists, there are 25 guardsmen there and 10 astartes including one player character astartes and two player character guard, one commissar one captain)

**TheWildHost**

"Wolves, wait to lunge, spit in their eyes', Fire three bolts then attack with your axes, kill these Hmmph pups" he tells the other 5 wolfs all of the sudden Barentar rolls a frog grenade into the group of wolfs"CHARGE"he screams with fury

**Tyranic Marta**

the space wolves stema down the stairs after the explosion, guardsmen following, the iron priest losses a ripple of fire from his servo mounted flamer that rips through a group of bloodletters and warhounds, the space wolves end up locked in a bloody melee with the daemons as the chaos marines jeer from the back of the room