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As the wind was strong, and the sky was dark, the sound of metal feet was heard on the rocky floor. The Mavelance dynasty led by Ruprekh the Undefeatable was after a bounty over Ahrimans head, the ownership of a entire planetary system offered by drazekh the eternal, Phearon of the ogdobek dynasty. After the sorcerer destroyed most of his crown world aswell as his nobles. Ruprekh wanted the prize to put the Mavelance dynasty in front of the sautekh dynasty led by imotekh the storm lord.

Ahriman led thousand sons across the dead moon of bluestone in there attempt to find the space wolve great company that had been stranded there. As the sorcerer opened the steel door to the destroyed manufactorum he was greeted by a metal fist , Ruprekh laughed and walked forward just to be greeted by a hail of Bolter fire. As the rounds just bounced of him, he swung his scythe taking out thousand sons by the dozen before being struck down by a bolt of crackling lightning.

From the darkness raised warriors, as they trundled forward, the thousand sons opened rounds of Bolter shots just knocking the warriors down. As the desolated city laid silent again the thousand sons walked away just to be greeted by a wave of immortals firing their gauss blasters at them. Ahriman controlled units of immortals and turning the soulless robots against each other suddenly felt a hot sharp pain in his shoulder. Deatmarks hid in the shadows of tall dark buildings as the sorcerer took cover, he thousand sons where being surrounded.

Roars of hell drakes sounded as they flew over the necrons letting out gouts of flames upon the warriors and immortals as they collapsed to the ground as a seared metal carcass. Ahriman laughed, and turning around saw Ruprekh standing there with his scythe firmly by his side. Ahriman swung his black staff and Ruprekh responded by swinging his scythe the two clashing and coming head to head they battled across the debris riddened battle field as Ruprekh repairing and never tiring as Ahriman did the opposite.

Night scythes zoomed over the battle field unleashing crackling tesla shots at the hell drakes, as the daemon engines crashed to the ground right on top of necrons and thousand sons alike, Ruprekh and Ahriman continued as Ahriman kicked the overlord over a barricade and calling upon a warp rift to be opened he hurried away, Ruprekh sieved victory and but could not have the sorcerer killed, angering the overlord he walked over the many bodies dragging his scythe along with him muttering in rage to himself.