Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Reman tucked his bolter into its holster and sprinted with his squadron, making a beeline towards the heart of the battle, where Orks and Eldar and Chaos were converging. Even sprinting as he was, Reman could see the Nurgle Bikers roaring past just to his left, the engines almost overpowering the crashing of the entire unit of Terminators moving full throttle, the solid tons of metal hurtling at otherwise impossible speeds.
These three units were to engage not only the Orks, but also the Traitor Guard and the incoming Eldar forces. The remainder of the strike force still had the original task to accomplish; but now 3 units were to fight not just one army, but three.
Monday, December 30, 2013
A world of grey and black. That is what the world seemed like to Champion Nyrtus. Ash billowing everywhere, swept for miles from the carnage of the battlefield, creeping into filters and vents. Some cultists nearby coughed as their low grade oxygen masks were overwhelmed in their attempt to create clean air out of the tons of waste flying above the ground at all levels.
It wasn't supposed to go this way.