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Ragnaross V, Ragnell system. 2 weeks after the beginning of Abbadons 13th Black Crusade.
It wasnt a particularly large, or important system, but it was the perfect foothold for Azdrubael's war on the Imperium, and with that fool Abbadon drawing so much attention, he would have several weeks to setablish his foothold before moving on to the next system, aimed at the Gothic Sector. granted, cyprus Mundi and Mordian would be problematic, but he would crush them nonetheless. From the Gothic sector, the lines of resistance would be much less tested then those in Abbadons path, for the 13th time, HE would be the one to rip the Emperors rotting corpse from the throne, and HE would be the one to crush the Imperium under his boot, not that fool Abbadon.

------2 weeks later, Ragnar City------

The Arbites officer looked up at the sky through the blasted ceiling of the Precinct Office, they had gotten a message through, but wouyld anyone hear their call? A scarved heretic fired a round into the officers gut, then stepped back to watch him die a slow and painful death. The officer layed back jis head, and looked to the sky, and began to pray the litany of pennance for his sin of failure, the Enemy had taken the planet, enslaved or killed the people, and him, his precinct, the whole planet had failed before the Emperor. The Heretic swiftly kicked him in the side for his prayer, sending a spurt of blood out of both his mouth, and gaping chest wound; he arched his back in pain, but then he saw something miraculous... Fire.
"Emperor be praised!" he managed before the heretic looked up as well.
"Lord Azdurbael..." he began, but that was all the officer heard, before an unseen force removed his head.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Something was off, but that was easy enough to tell, the drop pod had struck another as soon as it was fied from the barge. Tehy would be severly scattered at best, destroyed at worst.
"Chapter Master Andronus, are you sure of your intelligence? even for a full chapter, destroying an entire warband could prove difficult. and attempting to deploy directly to the location of their leadership, they will have the upper hand to say the least, and we will not be cohesive upon deployment" Cassius checked the tactical display, to see hundreds of Valkyries and Thunderhawks all re-organizing their formations at random, and altering trajecteries, Chaos had tainted the Machine spirits enough to change which Landing Zones each transport was headed to, but not outside of that, it seemed; that, and collide the vessels it seemed, ats two Valkeries rammed each other at full speed. This trickery, combined with the usual losses of such an aggressive tactic would however, still leave the force within striking distance of the warbands leadership. Looking at their destination, it seemed 4 Valkeries, several drop-pods, and a sororitas Thunderhawk would reach it mostly in tact... unfortuanately, it was on the outer edge of the city, and they would have to fight all the way to the center of the city to reach the Warmasters, mist likely.
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A webway portal opened up about two miles from the edge of the city, and a moderate sized Eldar Warband began to emerge. The farseer was speaking with his Rangers as they stepped through
"Yes, I realize the humans are here, and that they may well get in our way... but I have forseen that if we do not stop him here, he will reach the artifact, and he will find an entrance to the webway if we do not stop him. We will deal with the other humans in good time, but the Chaos worshippers must be stopped here."
"Very well, what is our course of action then?" one of the Ranger exarchs replied
"We will move just ahead of the main force, and stay at the forefront when it catches up to us, we move for the city as soon as the rest of the Warhost has arrived"
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Boss Spinebreak looked at his fleet in space, da 'Umies were havin all da fightin up 'ere... but that waz o.k. by him, cuz alla his boyz was gonna get to the city where the fight was gonna be sooner, an there would be more'uv'em then if da Chaos boyz had been der to try an' slow'em down, an now dey waz gonna win even quicka' on account uv there bein so many boys in da fight.
"GROOOTS!!!!!" he shouted "Get my Flya ready, I'z gonna go down ta where all da fightin is!!!!!!"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- in short, Ragnar city is hell, now let loose the hounds of war, you glorious bastards!!!
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The pod slammed into the griund at the same time as the rest of the forces in this particular LZ. A dreadnaught came out of one, the rest contained Space Marines, mostly from Andronus' chapter. out of the three Valkeries that had made it, poured the guardsmen, mostly Cadians, but a few others as well. The Sorroritas Thunderhawk made a rough crash landing, and only 3 squads of Seaphim and a tactical squad made it out in one peice, the tacticals just barely. As the Imperium forces exited their transports, the Heretics sprung their trap, appearing out of the rubble and puring fire into the landing zone.
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The Old Ones had enjoyed their games of cat and mouse, as race fought race for dominance, but then their plans had been ruined by the Necrontyr, with their discovery of the Star Gods. The War in heaven had decimated them, and it was down to the Eldar to defeat them, once the Enslaver plague had begun, and driven the Old Ones away. Since that day, the gods of the different races had formed - The Eldar, fairest and noblest of purpose of all were the strongest, but they had their weaknesses. The Fall happened, and Slaanesh was born. The Orks, brutal, and simple minded as an animal as they were, lived only to fight. Where there was fighting, there was always Orks. The Tau were a new race, seemingly hidden from the eyes of Man, Eldar and Ork, or maybe they were so fledgling in their power, they were deemed little or no risk. It proved to be a mistake.

So the Gods fought, unable to war physicaly, but through their devotees, they found wilful subjects. Philosophy over religion, although that philosophical argument soon became a religious tenat for the Tau Empire, and their Greater Good.

And so, through the millenia, the factions warred. Neither backed down, Neither fully able to defeat the other, cat and mouse, although the mouse fought, with its back against the wall. As more and more races became embroiled in this conflict, it seems strange that such a small world, such as Ragnaross V would become the scene of a bitter struggle, that would decide the fate of such a faction. As the predators moved in on the battle, the question remained on the minds of those involved, and even of those predators, which side would they join?



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Ragnaross V gleamed from the observation deck of Veachts cruiser, and already he could taste the bloodshed and unleashing of souls benath him, his lips wet with anticipation. From his stealthed warship he watched as the great bricks of the mon-keigh unleashed their loads like an oyster opening its shell so that its succulant throat was exposed. He strode gracefully to the great eddiface within the cruiser, as it crackled with ancient energies, opening a portal, while deep underground on Ragnaross an ancient portal gate gleamed with power. Around him his deathly loyal warriors bayed for blood.

"Now is the time my brothers. The beast has reared its head, and in doing so revealed its throat. Let us begone, and begin our task. I can feel the great prince baying in my mind, begging for souls. Let us take these fools and offer them to the great devourer lest we become its next meal."

Around him the dark ones nodded, their lust for battle growing, while their understand that if they failed in their mission here, it would be their souls fed to their master. It was with this that then strode through the great portal, instantly rematerializing upon the surface.
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The piratical band emerged from beneath the ruins, surveying the field before them. Already it seemed the great war had begun. They could feel that other servants of the Dark Prince were here, yet while they could be usefull, they were not but pawns to be used to further their gains. After all, better the twisted minions of the Dark Prince be slaughtered to sate his hunger rather than his own children. Veacht opened his fists, a handle protruding from his gauntlets, while the blades that lined his forearms slid out into place, forming the sacred blades that were coveted by his former Archon before Veacht tore out his throat.

"Ah my beauties, i feel your need for blood, and your hunger is but a reflection of my own. Let us slay these fools so that you may be sated."

He looked up from his blades and to his brothers. The sky was dark, and had he not been looking for their glowing eyes he would have not seen them.

"Let us take to our hearts desire. Pillage every building, use them to fufill all of your pleasures, make them feel the pleasure that we cherish, then rip it from them before it grows stale...."

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Far above the floating blue and green orb of Ragnaross V the massive hulk of Gorfang Spinebreaka held its orbit. The ragged bridge of the hulk, filled with sweating orks and the stench of rotten detritus, was silent. All aboard knew that to interrupt da boss while he was 'finkin' was tantamount to a short trip out of the nearest air lock. Even the grots kept their squeaks and squeals to tiny chirps as they spoke back and forth to each other. Sitting in the middle of the room surrounded by his menacing nobs, Gorfang lounged lazily on his monstrous throne. Made from the bones of his enemies, the macabre chair was a pointed reminder to all who served the vicious warboss. Several bones had once been 'budding' bosses who thought they would have made a better leader. They had thought wrong. Of course, to an ork this meant little. Their race was not one of cowards. Warfare was a way of life. The better the fight, the better the life and Gorfang took it as a sign of respect that they'd foolishly attempted to kill him. Other bosses would think that those challengers had thought thim weak and unworthy, but not Gorfang. He was brutal and vicious and above all, cunning and insane. He knew it meant their hatred of him was all-consuming and hate was a good thing when it came to forging the perfect WAAAGH! Death was a constant companion to the orkoid race, but a companion the orks had little respect for. Death was the ultimate sign of weakness. If an ork died it was because he hadn't been strong enough. It proved that he was unworthy to carry the name 'ork' and while many under Gorfang died, many also lived.

Looking through the view screen the massive ork warboss could see many ships. Some he recognized and others he didn't. The blocky shapes of da marine gitz ships were easily recognized along with the dagger-like profiles of da kaos gitz. But, amongst the multitudes there were vessels that not even his 'silent companion' could identify. "Possible xeno origin... Eldar pirate. Class unknown. Compliment unknown. Fire power unknown" the tiny voice spoke into his brain.

Gorfang didn't really care about the minor details. The voice in his head had always been right and had aided him many times before in his battles. Gorfang was an ork and as long as he won that was enough for him. Victory for Gork and Mork was the only thing that really mattered. Of course if it came with a ded gud skrap it was even better. Violence and brutality were the orkish maxims of battle. "Kill 'em all an' den yooze da suvivaz as grot fodda." Ghazgkhull had once told his nobs during the first battle for Da Armageddin planet.

The one perplexing thing was that when Gork and Mork spoke to him it was always in this tiny, female oomie voice. Had he been given to thinking, he might have wondered if the voice was some kind of punishment for his unorkiness. He'd been amongst the Blood Axes for too long and they'd started to rub off on him. Gorfang's Goff tendencies had erroded away in the constant strife of warfare and the ever present voice deep in his skull. Da Blood Axes fought their WAAAGH! differently from others. They followed the evil kunning of Mork more than da brutal smashin of Gork. Still, a gud skrap wuz a gud skrap.

From beneath his iron gob a vicious smile cut it's way across Gorfang's scarred, brutal features. "Prepare da rokz", he roared as he flexed his mighty power klaw. "Itz time we show deez panzies dat da orkz iz da strongest!" The bridge exploded into action as orks and grots scrabbled to do their boss' bidding. Orders were conveyed into the bowels of the gigantic hulk through a series of crude, yet effective cobbled-together voxes and speakers along with a liberal application of boot leather and swift slaps to ensure the proper amount of fervor.

Gorfang stood, his 'eavy armor squeeling as metal plates ground together under his shifting muscular bulk. He snarled to his second in command, Zogsnag, as he made his way to the lift that would take him to his personal rok, his retinue of nobs in tow. "Yooz keep da ship til weez down. Den yaz leggit it to da surface wif da rest uv da ladz in da landaz. If yaz even fink 'bout tryin ta take ma ship 'r stabbin me in da bak, Iz kum bak an' kill yaz slow an' ugly. Ya gotz it?" Zogsnag nodded and replied "Yer boss!"

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The massive roks hit the planet with the force of a mighty bomb. Storms of debris and detritus filled the skies as the orkish landing craft crashed into the world's surface. Through the haze and smoke, Gorfang strode from the darkness of the rok's hold into the blinding brightness of the sun-drenched valley. "Time fer killin" he snarled to himself as he waved his personal battlewagon over. They had landed outside of the city. Gorfang had done that on purpose. While the destruction wreaked by a rok was ded gud fun, crushing the city would have been counter-productive. As his wagon pulled up, Gorfang pondered on which gitz he'd smash first....

"If you can't stun them with your tactical brilliance, baffle them with your superior grasp of BS."

"I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed man."

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The all but dead imperial battle cruiser drifted unnoticed through the fire strewn orbit of Ragnaross V ponderously falling ever closer to planet below. None’s of it weapon systems online, no shields operational, in short it was just another floating hulk, posing no threat. The only sign of life was the lone sputtering engine slowly but surely driving the darkened vessel on. The fight for aerial supremacy seemed to by pass it, treating as just another piece of debris to avoid as it seemed to begin to free fall towards the ground below. Falling to the ground it hurtled past the battle engulfed Ragnar city and smashed with a sickening thud into a forest canopy to south east and gouged a 600ft trough of dirt, mud and fallen tree limbs before it came to a jarring halt.

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Sergeant Mellus of the 32nd Ragnarian Foot used his hand to signal his squad forward towards the downed vessel. They had been patrolling the area and were lucky the blasted hunk of junk hadn’t fallen on them.

As the reached the edge of the devestation around the dormant hulk they stopped momentarily to take in its size and look for any obvious signs of life. After 2 minutes of anxious waiting with no results Mellus assumed whoever was fool enough to have been in it when it crashed had almost certainly died. Even so he notified the Heavy Bolter to hang back and cover their advance as they worked their way through the uprooted foliage towards the crashed vessel proper. As they got within 50 yards a door seal suddenly jarred open and a half dead Ork with a broken club stepped out in a daze. A moment’s rapid fire and the dead Ork crumbled to the ground. Taking cover the awaited for more Orks but nothing came. Nodding to his 2IC Mellus asked:

“Got anything on the motion sensor”
“Nothing” though in truth the thing had been acting up so he couldn’t be certain

Satisfied it’s was a one off he waved them on towards the now open doorway when a he heard the string of beeps and his 2IC shout:

“We got contacts”
“How many?”
“10 or so. Coming straight for us from the ship”

Signalling his men to take positions covering the door the only needed to wait a moment before they poured out but training and the confined space turned the doorway into a fire funnel and only two managed more then a couple of steps before being gunned down like the peers. Growing in confidence with success he prepared to signal his men to consolidate into the ship proper when the beeping started again and his 2IC yell:

“By the God Emperor I don’t know what happened but I think we may have just woke the buggers up. Tracking several 100 signatures maybe more inbound.

It’s around this point the sane guardsmen would decide a tactical withdraw might be the wise idea and Sergeant Mellus was no mans fool.

“Right were falling back. Triple time it lads. The heavy bolter can provide us cover fire, now move it” and began to all but run back to where he came from his squad in his wake

Only the foolish and inexperience turned to look back as a wave of Orks swarmed after them, only sporadic fire from the emplaced heavy bolter slowing their advance. Needless to say they didn’t live long enough to scream as the squad’s brighter element retreated flat out towards the reassuring gunfire.

They were almost clear of the fallen foliage when the heavy bolter cut off abruptly only to be replaced by a piercing scream of immense pain and a sickening thump. Shouldering their weapons they crested the trough and ran into the trees only to momentarily freeze up too shocked to react. Hunched over the remains of the heavy bolter team’s mutilated corpses was what seemed like a nightmare. The thing had a huge alien skull for a face, beady read eyes and a necklace of grim looking skulls. In one hand a huge axe dripped ominously and in the other was the freshly severed head of the team’s loader. The creature seemed not to notice them looking intently as it were at the bloody head in its hands with worrying intensity. On top of that it seemed to be muttering to itself in same guttural tongue.

This impasse didn’t last long. The creature’s head whipped around and its neck seemed to cock sideways as though weighing them up before it let out a primal roar. Unsurprisingly the 5 remaining men of Squad 8 let rip with frag grenades and rapid las fire. When the smoke and debris cleared the creature was gone.

“Did we kill it Sarge”
“I don’t know”

Another voice suddenly chipped in

“Where are all the Orks, we should be knee deep in them”

A chilling thought passed through the unit. What on earth would stop a hundred Orks from running down a fleeing enemy? What the hell was that thing? Mellus spoke up

“Eyes up, look sharp. I have a bad feeling we didn’t kill that thing. Got anything on the motion sensor”

The 2IC waved it around but the readings were confused and made no sense then it suddenly pinged and he looked up fear spread across his face

“Oh Cr……

As Rotfug cleaved the guardsmen in two, he didn’t need to here the thuds to know that two blades he had sent flying throw the air as he leapt out of the tree above them had hit the mark. As the 2IC fell another feebly gripped a blade lodged in his eyes before sinking to the ground dead and a thirds head fell to one side hanging by a tendon and some skin. By the time the sarge had turned to face him and pull his trigger the Ork had somehow grabbed the last surviving member of his squad and used as a human shield before reaching out grapping the end of his las rifle and with worrying ease bent pulled the barrel right out of the stock. He then heard a manic laugh as the Ork seized him by the throat lifting him bodily and threw him in a heap to the ground. Before he could pick himself up he felt himself pinned by a large bare foot across his back, its long sharp nails digging into his flesh and heard a low guttural voice full of glee whisper in his right ear

“Now now Oomie, Maulrippers been sated, Khorne got h’is skulls, Shazeni though she hungry for screams and uoz going to give em”

Mellus screamed unbelievable pain as the Ork begun to carve symbols into him with the pale blade and shouted:

“Sing Oomie, Sing for Shazeni”

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The others knew better then to disrupt one of the Da Sneaky Daemons hunts. Once he marked something as prey he would punish any Ork who harmed them. The Feral Ork Warboss had changed 3 times since Rotfug herded them onto the vessel and countless numbers of Orks had died on route as he stalked the ships sublevels to pass the time. It was not as though he would simply just kill, some of the things he seemed to do were just unorky. To the primitive feral Orks of the Blacktoof tribe Rotfug was a force of nature, a living personification of Gork and Mork, both good at fighting and cunning and not to be messed with. The shaman seem to suggest that Da Sneaky Daemon would slay them all if they didn’t do as they were told.

The tribe gathered while the daemon continued his bloody work. Only 12000 of the 40,000 originally had survived planet fall but the numbers would soon mutiply and they would serve for now. Madgob wanted an area secured for his arrival. Usually he wouldn’t bother with such generic tasks but then he was been paid through the nose and more importantly there should be more then enough hunting to keep him busy for the while. Soon he would seek out greater prey but after so long cooped up with nothing but other Orks to hunt he was restless for any kind of sport. Even the paltry guardsmen had been moderately entertaining

Barking a few commands to the recently appointed Chief of the Blacktoof tribe, the tribe quickly mustered and swarmed towards where Rotfug has seen the spaceport on his arrival while Rotfug disappeared into the trees in a cloud of dust


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The valley was filled with the coughing sound of poorly-tuned engines and the crack of weapon's fire as the orks poured from the roks situated across the once verdant plain; happy to finally be free of the dark confines of their ships. Smoke belched into the sky as drivers revved their motley collection of trukks and wagons and speedaz. No two vehicles looked alike. Ork mekaniks rarely reproduced the same work when creating a new instrument of warfare. Given the limitations of what they had to work with on hand, their creations only had to fit whatever specifications that skittered around the open corridors of their dark minds. The stench of poor-grade petrol overrode even the foul smell coming from the heaving tide of unwashed greenskins, saturating the morning air with its heady fumes. Nobs strode amongst their charges dispensing orders and chastising those who wasted valuable ammunition with liberal applications of head butts and stern smacks to the offenders. As they continued through the ranks, order was slowly restored to the horde; bullying the recalcitrant orks into organized lines.

Order... It was not a word synonymous with orkish warfare. Few outside the units of Stormboyz bothered with such trivial thoughts and they were considered nutterz by their fellow orks. Those who fought under the banner of Gorfang followed a different path. The warboss had seen to it that each of his ladz were trained in 'proper' warfare. Gork and Mork had shown him that while the wanton destruction of an orkish tide could bring a planet to it's knees, orks trained to fight using takticz were nigh on unstoppable. Gorfang had also made sure that his horde was filled with those orks that their society deemed as 'outcast' or 'miscreant'; hence his WAAGH! had many stormboyz and kommandoz. Both were viewed with equal suspicion for their lack of proper 'orkiness' in the eyes of their peers. While still orks, their strict militaristic tendencies made them the perfect soldiers for a WAAAAAAAAGH led by a boss like Spinebreaka.

The tactical acumen gleened from his conversations with Gork and Mork had been put to good use in the many battles Gorfang had engaged in in the past. The tiny voice in his head had given to him the knowledge needed to defeat many foes, including those of the human empire. His enemies had learned many harsh lessons in fighting greenskins when engaged in battle with his hordes. The orks under his command fought with all the ferocity accredited to their race. Under Gorfang's watchful eye, however, the WAAAGH turned into a beast that could counter the tactics formulated after millenia of warfare against the greenskins.

This was WAAAAGH!, Gorfang thought to himself as he looked over his orkish horde with pride. Gork and Mork had truly blessed him this day. With so many ladz at his command his foes would be hard-pressed to stop him. At least that was the plan. Gorfang knew that Gork and Mork were fickle deities, believing that only through battle and hardship could an ork show his superiority. While his ladz were better disciplined than most, he would need to find something to kill soon in order to keep morale up. It was the orkish way. Irregardless of training and drills, deep down they were still mindless, blood-thirsty killers who needed an outlet for their violent tendencies.

He spotted the perfect place to fill that need. In the distance he could see pillars of swirling smoke rising from the ruins of the city that lay sprawled out before him. It would be a good place to find a decent scrap given the amount of ships he'd seen in orbit. The thought of facing marine gitz again had him chomping at the bit. They were worthy enemies. They weren't soft like most oomanz. Almost as hard to kill as an ork with armor that could made them nearly invincible. That was the kind of proper enemy for an ork to unleash his hatred on. Turning, he began barking orders to his commanders in the harsh orkish tongue. They snapped to attention at the sound of his roaring voice. His Blood Axes had learned much in their long war across the stars, including the value of listening when da Boss started handing out commands.

Special grot runners were dispatched, bringing nobs their instructions to prepare the WAAAGH to march. Gorfang had been surprised that it was so easy to teach the grots. His runtherdz had picked the brightest of their charges and seen to their training personally. They had been chosen for their speed and ability to avoid danger; two very invaluable traits when it came to messenger boyz. Each runt also carried a colored banner marking them out so no ork would be foolish enough to disrupt their work. It had only taken a few dead orks to persuade the rest of the horde to leave the little green blighters to their duties, something Gorfang had seen to personally. The public executions had been grim even by orkish standards and left no doubt an anyone's mind that having a few pot-shots at the runners would lead to a very messy death.

In the span of two hours, the horde had been made ready. Exhausted grots streamed into Gorfang's command post set up in the back of his ornately furnished battlewagon carrying affirmations that the orders had been received and understood. Those grots were then allowed to rest as another batch of runners was brought up and sent out with the order to move. As the WAAAAAGH finally began it's inexorable march towards the city, Gorfang idly wondered if he could get his mek boyz to rig up some kind of system that didn't require the use of grotz. He snarled to one of his nobz to bring him the big mek in charge. Surely da mek would know a way to do this...if he knew what was good for him...

"If you can't stun them with your tactical brilliance, baffle them with your superior grasp of BS."

"I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed man."

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Veacht and his band were loaded into their raider craft, their night shields keeping them obscured from sight. Not too far off the sight of a rag-tag outpost appeared, looking like ramshakle shantytown rather than a command post. Orks He smiled wryly. The orks were a brutal race, who favoured brutality and blood over forethought. Perhaps, with proper planning, they could forge an alliance. Afterall, the Dark Prince cared not how the souls were collected, as long as he was fed. The raider craft moved slowly towards the hovel, as Veacht prepared to dismount. In the center there stood a great ediface of planks that seemed rather ornate compared to the other debris.

"This must be where their leader is..."

Veacht nodded to the group of shaven pirates, as they grasped their belt latches, turning the circular devices and disappearing from sight as they jumped from their craft. His men stood ready at their weapons, should this go sour, while thier leader and the handfull of mandrakes that accompanied him moved to the tower, entering un-noticed. Veacht looked at the great leader of the orks, who stood taller than him in some heavy metal armour. Veacht gave a nod, as he and his retinue deactivated their cloaking devices. Veacht bowed to the warboss gracefully.

"I see that you and your kin have gathered en masse, perhaps we could be of assistance to you?"

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OOC: I just recieved a PM telling me Mutants_ho can't continue so I have put a little post together to send Rotfug to meet Gorfang though I am still undecided whether the Ork assassin will sell his services or get caught up in the battle and just start savagely maiming everything he comes across

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Rotfug was enraged, that snot coloured ugly no good son of a squig who had hired him was over 2 hours late. Rotfug while a Ork of surprising patience when it came to the hunt capable of lurking in one area days on end without uttering a word but had absolutely no time for people who wasted his especially when there was such good hunting available. He had seen all them beaky ships, there was bound to be some good hunting there and all he did was sit on his arse.

“Uoz got anything yet”

The dozen or so savage orks grunting and scratching their heads around the monitor of the out of city scanning station looking for those little red dots Rotguf had told them to keep an eye out for. Its was bleedin boring and were it not for what their warchief had done to Kragzog they would have skulked off by now. No one wanted to join him especially considering how Rotfug beady eyes seemed even more hate filled the usual. They replied dourly:

“No Warchief, no frigging little dots yet”

Rotfug limited patience for his client shattered like a shack hit by demolisher siege round. Taking out a data recorder around his belt his sharp black claws clicked away as a new individual made it to the top of his kill list. Madgob had better hope he never run into him. Just the thought of the things he had planned for him cause his lips to rise in sadistic glee and Shazeni to hum happily. Looking back towards the group of Orks a urge to kill gripped him after all the use had expired with his contract but then had might need them in the future. He shared Maulripper’s annoyance that he had stayed his hand but Shazeni was insistent and currently she held the greater sway. He spoke in his usual soft creepy voice:

“Enough. Uoz tell dat upid arse squigg hoppin Chief of urs he to sit tight till mez comes back. Mez going to look for new git with da teef for mez. If mez find you lot not here when mez comes back uoz had better hope uoz were dead cause when mez finished with uoz u be grot fodder”

And with that he activated his stealth field generator and disappeared heading towards where he had seen huge roks crash down upon the city. With any luck Rotfug would find an new employer sooner and if not well he would have a lot of fun anyhow. This Oomie city seemed to pulse with death and conflict and Rotfug couldn’t wait to taste it properly.


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Laethur stood at the edge of the Webway portal with his Seer Council of eight Warlocks, a group of Rangers and other Outcasts that had agreed to join them and the rest of the warband, largely made up of Dire Avengers and Striking Scorpions. As usual Laethur transmitted what he wished to say to his Warlocks psychically and they repeated it to the others.
"Chaos is our major enemy." said one Warlock.
"We must deal with them before we deal with the Imperial Mon-Keigh." said another.
"We will scout forward and disrupt our enemies plans until our main force arrives." explained the female one.
"So far we are unsure of whether we will need to make an alliance with the Humans." said the youngest disdainfully.
"It may well be necessary though." said the oldest Warlock.
Then Laethur himself spoke, his quiet, hypnotic voice filled with extraordinary power. "Do any of you have any suggestions. . ?"

"Playing Warhammer is just like making love. It's usually done on a table and afterwards you always feel great shame. Plus like most fun things the older you get the less fun it becomes. So remember, always wear a condom while playing Warhammer - I've got mine on now."
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Keorlius entered the planet through the webway portal, pleased to see the Farseer already there. Hearing his question, he thought for a moment, then turned and looked towards the Farseer.

"I feel we should work with the humans, for now. The mon-keigh may be brutal, but they are preferable to the forces of the great enemy. And surely it would be preferable to fight chaos with the mon-keigh, not alone."

Having spoken his part he turned towards his jetbike, checking its systems and many weapons. Satisfied, he opened his communicator.

"All eldar of the squadron of the burning Lance, check your equipment, make sure all is well. I hope to be entering combat shortly."

He closed his communicator, and walked back over to his commander.

"Farseer, what role do you wish my force to play in this coming battle? If you wish, we can conduct a recconissance on the surrounding area, and see if there are any Chaos dogs to be killed, or any Imperials we could work with."

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Nuzzgref landed in one of the smaller landing ships, and then drove the 'Ead crusha (his tank) to the meeting place of the looted tanks he commanded.

''Was you doing squig brains'' he shouted to the orks that drove another looted tank that did almoust hit his tank.
''Da omies are that way, in da city''
He started to drive to the city with his fellow ork lootas in their tanks.
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