Post by Chagear on Apr 4, 2011 9:23:39 GMT -5
The Dusk Blade line has held the daemon onslaught yet again, but they are a crafty breed. The Daemon Prince once more sought the skull of Tech-marine Wroth to no avail.
The daemons arrived quicker than expected, appearing within only moments between each successive wave before the Dusk Blade battle group. Sheathing and barely checked disdain filled the Dusk Blades. From nowhere a screeching Soul Grinder lashed out and tore asunder a razorback with ease. Large Skull Throne beasts and crazed Blood Letters stepping into reality to the refused line on the side of the warriors of man. As the Hate Weaver pulled himself from the hull of the transport, the Sargent immediately set his squad to task holding the area and returning fire at the daemon hoard. Mighty charges lead by two great heroes, The Nightmare Weaver and Shadow Champion were infused by the Hate Weaver's presence, thus clearing the left flank of the blood god's foot soldiers and juggernauts,. Soon more foul warp spawn of Tzeench and a Daemon Prince breached through the vale, their blasts tearing a Predator tank to pieces. In the center, massed fire pounded another group of the warp wielding abominations, and tore legs from under the wretched machine, but barely scratched a Slaanesh's giant fiendish maiden. She then sprinted from behind a building faster than anything that size should move. On the right flank, Wroth and his tactical squad pulled back in their transport as warp creatures of all size materialized around them. Trying to stave the chaos tide tactical marines loosed round after round while the Tech-marine's servo-harness truly spat death at the fiends. To no avail did this tactical reposition prove and only a selfless sacrificial charge by Assault Squad Venterus could hope to stop the massed daemons. The furious assault took the lives of many a creation of Khorne, only to fall at the claw and blade of the greater daemon before they could ever react. Despite this the Sargent would not let the last Khorneite scum live and flying from the impact of a massive assault, dragged it with him to death's door. Mutated Centaurs appeared from thin air then commenced a savage assault to the center of the field, trying to take the heads of the Dusk Blade heroes in a devious tactic. The fight was hard. The punishing chaos energies form the possessed construct and herald of Tzeentch that ravaged the warriors only seconds before may have spelled doom for lesser men, but not these! Blood flowed and when the dust settled the center belonged to the followers of righteousness. The fire support continued to batter wave after wave of warp spawn from all directions. A call of "fire for effect" on the right flank ripped the mighty and alluring maiden to pieces as here charms had no effect on the hate filled devastators. The Daemon prince, clad in blasted armor and accompanied by many the armed Harald with underlings stepped through the wreckage of their fresh kill just in time to face the full brunt of the ranged support element. Bolt and blast sent them swiftly back to their masters. The Nightmare Weaver then bellowed out a challenge at the cursed machine that had killed his comrades rushing headlong on red wings alone and unabated. Vowing vengeance his crimson blade ripped limb after limb off the machine. Soul Grinder howling in anger as the Nightmare Weaver dodged blow after blow, the vicious blade finally found it's core. The resulting explosion engulfed the hero, but as he strode forth triumphant the battle came to a close. Many good brothers had died that day. They shall not be forgotten.
The daemons arrived quicker than expected, appearing within only moments between each successive wave before the Dusk Blade battle group. Sheathing and barely checked disdain filled the Dusk Blades. From nowhere a screeching Soul Grinder lashed out and tore asunder a razorback with ease. Large Skull Throne beasts and crazed Blood Letters stepping into reality to the refused line on the side of the warriors of man. As the Hate Weaver pulled himself from the hull of the transport, the Sargent immediately set his squad to task holding the area and returning fire at the daemon hoard. Mighty charges lead by two great heroes, The Nightmare Weaver and Shadow Champion were infused by the Hate Weaver's presence, thus clearing the left flank of the blood god's foot soldiers and juggernauts,. Soon more foul warp spawn of Tzeench and a Daemon Prince breached through the vale, their blasts tearing a Predator tank to pieces. In the center, massed fire pounded another group of the warp wielding abominations, and tore legs from under the wretched machine, but barely scratched a Slaanesh's giant fiendish maiden. She then sprinted from behind a building faster than anything that size should move. On the right flank, Wroth and his tactical squad pulled back in their transport as warp creatures of all size materialized around them. Trying to stave the chaos tide tactical marines loosed round after round while the Tech-marine's servo-harness truly spat death at the fiends. To no avail did this tactical reposition prove and only a selfless sacrificial charge by Assault Squad Venterus could hope to stop the massed daemons. The furious assault took the lives of many a creation of Khorne, only to fall at the claw and blade of the greater daemon before they could ever react. Despite this the Sargent would not let the last Khorneite scum live and flying from the impact of a massive assault, dragged it with him to death's door. Mutated Centaurs appeared from thin air then commenced a savage assault to the center of the field, trying to take the heads of the Dusk Blade heroes in a devious tactic. The fight was hard. The punishing chaos energies form the possessed construct and herald of Tzeentch that ravaged the warriors only seconds before may have spelled doom for lesser men, but not these! Blood flowed and when the dust settled the center belonged to the followers of righteousness. The fire support continued to batter wave after wave of warp spawn from all directions. A call of "fire for effect" on the right flank ripped the mighty and alluring maiden to pieces as here charms had no effect on the hate filled devastators. The Daemon prince, clad in blasted armor and accompanied by many the armed Harald with underlings stepped through the wreckage of their fresh kill just in time to face the full brunt of the ranged support element. Bolt and blast sent them swiftly back to their masters. The Nightmare Weaver then bellowed out a challenge at the cursed machine that had killed his comrades rushing headlong on red wings alone and unabated. Vowing vengeance his crimson blade ripped limb after limb off the machine. Soul Grinder howling in anger as the Nightmare Weaver dodged blow after blow, the vicious blade finally found it's core. The resulting explosion engulfed the hero, but as he strode forth triumphant the battle came to a close. Many good brothers had died that day. They shall not be forgotten.
