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QuintAan  17:05:50 Mon Jun 21 2004 Offline 8740 posts
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Personal Log of Inquisitor Kelarran, Ordo Hereticus
The Crusade has stalled here on Harsaded. My men and I have avoided detection by the traitor guardsmen that patrol Hive Caledonia, but we have been unable to inflict anything but minor damage on the factory complexes that continue to spew forth weapons and ammunition for the chaos hordes. The Imperial outposts on Assla have been unable to force the Black Storm any further back, and I have learned why from the last transmission from Locara. It appears that the chaos forces circumvented the Imperial Navy pickets and launched direct attacks on Locara and Calypion Xii, causing much damage and more disruption. Colonel Zundel was forced to requistion many regiments to retake Locara and drive the heretics back, but in the process have left front line forces elsewhere weakened. Calypion Xii still languishes in the grip of the enemy, and chokes off what little supplies are destined for this system. I have some news that I am going to transmit back to Imperial Command in the morning, once I have obtained all the details I can. Approximately 4 days ago a large fleet approached Harsaded and was recieved as allies. These new ships numbered at approximately 11 capital ships including 1 battleship and carried the markings of the Masters of the Wild Hunt as well as the Black Legion. I was quite surprised at first to see ships of Lord Herne's command here as the Black Storm has a history of fighting them, but I quickly realized that the Black Legion ships probably explained the ceasefire. The newly arrived fleet took up orbit but very little activity could be detected by our primitive sensors. The next 3 days saw a tremendous amount of activity as the Volitstaad Regiment (if it could be called that; it is more of a motely collection of traitors, mutants, and riff raff organized into squads and platoons on an ad hoc basis) was redeployed into tight defensive lines around the major industrial district of the Iron Hills. This region produces 90% of Harsaded's manufacturing output and covers approximately 62500 square kilometers. Our resistance has attempted to cause disruptions in this area but lack sufficient numbers to do anything. Then today I have received word of a massive attack appearing out of nowhere and driving with incredible speed towards the Iron Hills and the defenses arranged there. Only the Xenos Eldar have the ability to appear in force on the surface of an enemy planet surrounded by a large hostile fleet. As soon as news of the Eldar attack reached me, my assistants informed me that our sensors detected a large number of drop craft deploying from the Black Storm, Black Legion, and Wild Hunt starships in orbit and dropping down to the surface, presumably to meet the attack. This occurred 3 hours ago and I have not heard any news as to the result of this conflict, and I do not expect to know until late tonight. I can only speculate as to what is happening here. The Eldar have devised a plan to greatly weaken the chaos forces by striking at their source of supplies, the factories and mines of the Iron Hills district. Sorcerers for the chaos lords determined some threat was arising to their precious resources and moved decisively to protect it, prompting not only the Wild Hunt and Black Storm to cooperate again, but also for the Despoiler himself, Abaddon, to send a considerable contingent. (One could suppose that the Black Legion ships forced the cooperation between the former forces, but the end result is the same.) Whether the Eldar knew of this reinforcement of the defenses is hard to tell, but I suspect not. Had the chaos forces not been prepared the Eldar would have easily destroyed the Iron Hills in a matter of hours with their advanced weaponry and made their escape as the Black Storm was only just engaging them. However now even a successful attack will only have time to inflict minor damage in comparsion to what was previously possible. (Although to admit, they would be able to damage far more than my meager resistance is capable of ). I can see two outcomes from this battle. In the first scenario the Eldar are successful in their strike and cripple many important facilities, bringing down production for days or even weeks. The effect of this shutting off of the war materiels will mean renegade forces will have to withdraw from the fighting to conserve supplies. On Ryiis, Locara, Calypion Xii, chaos forces will lose ground and be forced to abandon long held positions. The second scenario is far less encouraging. If the Eldar fail in their strike, the new reinforcements from the Black Legion contingent along with the continued supply of war materiels would allow the Chaos forces to launch offenses in mutliple zones and break deadlocks in others. Indeed, the garrison on the moon Assla in this system could be attacked hours after an Eldar retreat. I pray to the Emperor that this does not come to pass, for if it does we could be left alone here on Harsaded once again.
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lordherne  03:53:11 Tue Jun 22 2004 Offline posts Reply |
Herne measured the dark tint in the western sky above Kiuyt and knew a storm approached. “Have the men secure the barracks and ration out what’s left of our supplies. Tomorrow comes early.” The command surprised his retinue in what sounded like an odd, compassionate sentiment. Herne read the look on his attendant’s disfigured face and retorted -“they are, after all, still only human.” With this the attendant smiled and departed to carry out the command. The storm will make the departure difficult but not impossible. His plan will continue as foreseen. “Now is the time.” He thought to himself. While the Black Storm are threatened and weak, an offering of kinship from one hand brings forth a dagger from the other. The Quint’An will not kneel at my feet as it desires from me, but instead die and with it the power of the Black storm will fall into the Hunt. They will learn the true nature of Chaos in all its splendor and glory.
A burning star broke the opaque of the falling night. “It’s a drop pod. See what you can find!” Herne commanded a group from his retinue. They returned a while later with the remains of a Chaos commander. “The drop pod is a dreadclaw but of unknown origin, my lord. This is all that was inside.” After reviewing the body, Herne spoke solemnly “Scheperle.” His blood began to boil. All his planning could be for nothing. Herne turned to his retinue “This is a message, not just pure coincidence. I knew this commander. He broke ranks in the Black Legion on Ferris Delmarius during the invasion of the Krypkis system. This message was sent to us by Lord Abaddon.” He quickly ordered a call out to the last known location of the Despoilers fleet. What he did not tell his retinue was, that Scheperle was caught on Delmarius in his plan of treachery within the ranks of the Black Legion, and that his fate would befall anyone who did not heed the orders of the Despoiler. The legend of his torture was well known among Black Legion commanders. The message to Herne’s men would have taken on a different meaning with this information. The Hunt’s departure is now delayed, indefinitely. A few days later the details came through. “The Despoiler wishes for us to defend Harsaded and that our reward is Ryiis.” his lieutenant proclaimed with a wry smile. Herne smiled too. Ryiis held something more dear than all the munitions factories on Hollin’s World; it had people. The Hunt’s ranks have swelled in many ways with the inclusion of traitors and mutants from heavily populated planets. These past few years of instigating cults and uprisings on Imperial worlds have been mildly fruitful. “Is there anything else?” Herne asked his charge. “Yes. The Despoiler wants to let you know that your unwavering predilection for carnage and depravity in the name of Chaos has not gone unnoticed among the Gods. The Wild Hunt’s devotion to possession rituals and warp beings has garnered the interest of many patrons. Once we have completed our objective in Harsaded, we will be blessed by a new ritual. A ritual that requires the participation of whole planets and brings forth the favor of Chaos.” “Indeed” was all Herne could utter without revealing his glee. 
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Carca  05:13:59 Tue Jun 22 2004 Offline 704 posts
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Blood for the blood god is all that Lord Carcador could yell as he ran into a bloody hand to hand combat. His troops following his lead...
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QuintAan 13:26:29 Wed Jun 23 2004 Offline 8740 posts
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The farseer looked around. The din of battle was overwhelming, the whine of laser, the howl of the banshee, and the boom of the bolter. Victory was ours, thought the farseer. The enemy was being forced back!
Suddenly he heard a soul aching scream and saw the Phoenix Lord cry out and crumple, a huge gash in his chest. Another grunt from his other side and as he turned he saw his warlock boadyguard bodily lifted in a huge blue fist and broken like a doll. The farseer looked up into a beastial face with glowing red eyes and realized he was terribly alone. Even through the roaring noise of the fighting he heard these words: "You may have won this battle, but swear I will find you and break you. Your soul is MINE!" The farseer's resolve broke and he ran.
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lordherne 16:08:37 Wed Jun 23 2004 Offline posts Reply |
Herne woke and focussed on the dim light above him. He lay on his front while a his medicator examined him. Although his metal spine was crushed, sparks & flashes of light indicated that something was working to repair the damage. "Herne, ... Herne, what is this that heals the breakage?" his medicator asked.
"It just is. That is all we need to know" Herne responded. In the Warp, the Deceiver smiled. "Where are we?" Herne asked wearily. "Aboard the Chosen One's barge, my Lord." Answered the medicator. "Why have I been brought here?" "It was by His order. Your resolve in this battle has impressed upon him, and you are released from your assignment to return to Ryiis. He also gave the Hunt a gift; these priests. Apparently they have soemthing to teach us in regards to devotion to chaos." "I envy the souls of Ryiis. For they shall know divine presence and knowledge very soon."
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Jowicota 20:19:16 Wed Jun 23 2004 Offline posts  Reply |
Time again turns and the wheel grinds the will of the weak into dust. Human concerns such as good and evil, right and wrong, wax and wane like stars and suns while the enduring will of the Eldar that is formed on the foundation of certainty and longevity persists.
The fingers of the Eldar mind struck forth on the battlefield with utter foreknowledge that our victory was inevitable. Their forces deployed with the intent to overcome our power, ancient and all-seeing. Instead, they found empty fields and wandered like lost children until it suited us to engage them. Conversely, wave upon wave of our venerable warriors flooded forward in other quarters to assail them in the very places where their feet first touched the soil, far from their witless brethren who could not help them. We watched their proud Land Raiders burn in the struggling half-light of the dawn. We watched their teeming masses of wretched mutants howl and perish under the blanket of our flame or the jagged hail of our cannons. Our Farseers witnessed the victory of our people before the first shot was fired and, as it has always been, it came to pass. The Eldar heart is not without sorrow on the noon of our victory, however; the Farseers, though having seen the demise of our Guardians, our Aspects and our mystical vehicles, knew that this battle was destined to happen and forward we struck though many of us met our doom. No loss to the Eldar was greater than that of Asurmen, Hand of Asuryan, who fell to the foul claws of Quint'Aan and lay in the dust as the wretched demon rose above his corpse in arrogance. Though the armor has been saved and the Phoenix Lord shall once again rise, we hang our heads in terrible remorse at the loss we suffered that cursed morn. Zphindar, Asurmen's brother and the great leader of the Warp Masters, fell as well to beasts that should never have been so fortunate. His armor, too, has been retrieved, but all feel a swelling of shame in that we did not step between him and the blade that felled him, sanctifying our lives by the sacrifice. It finished as we knew it would finish; Chaos broken, scattered and divided. Even the grim lord Abbadon himself did not lead the vanguard of his vile forces to victory and was forced to withdraw along with his terrible companion Quint'Aan, leaving the broken bodies of Lord Herne and Carcador behind to be crushed under our heels. Though our aged ones tell us that more battles come, we now plant the stake of victory before us and watch the dwindling presence of Chaos on our maiden world flicker like a candle in a storm. We now prepare for the final purging of their stench from this holy place, but there is no doubt in the mind of our leaders and warriors that this battle was the axis upon which the fate of this world pivoted. We know the perverse forces of Chaos, led by arrogance and hubris, will return to this place, but they will find it a very different world than the one they left. They will not take this sacred place. They will not be victorious here. Peace be upon the people and their craftworld. |
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QuintAan 00:57:14 Thu Jun 24 2004 Offline 8740 posts
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Wow! That was excellent, that embodied Eldar perfectly.
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QuintAan 20:02:46 Fri Jun 25 2004 Offline 8740 posts
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The trees were thick and entangling as the marines jumped out of the rhino, the din of battle ringing through the air. Rhavoc started ordering them into position when suddenly the world turned inside out as reality ripped and a warp vortex formed, gravitic forces ripping the rhino in two and sucking Rhavoc and most of his squad into nothingness. Jossat smiled and ordered the possessed marines into battle. * * * * * When Lucas Darknight ruled the Black Storm with Rhavoc at his side, Jossat was content to be a minor officer in the ranks. As he worked his way up the chain of command, using his seer gifts to navigate the corridors of power, his goal was always to be near the centre of command and the worship of Quintara. He thanked his goddess every day for his gift. She would grant him visions of the future that he could use to his greatest advantage and he brought willing servants to her altar to give their lives and souls to her as she required. When the Darknight fell to Jaxsus who in turn fell to the Quint'Aan, Jossat was there to adulate the new prophet of his queen. And he was rewarded with more power. Only Rhavoc stood between him and the right hand of the Quint'Aan. Jossat did not feel great hatred or love towards Rhavoc and saw him only as an obstacle rather than a rival. Rhavoc was a simple fool of great skill in battle and nothing more to his mind. While Quint'Aan recovered from the wounds of the inquisition and Rhavoc took command, it was Jossat that guided him and advised him. No need to sabotage or betray him for Jossat had already saw Rhavoc's demise at the hands of the traitorous Sorcerer Ahkaman. Except it never happened. When Jossat entered the throne room after the defeat of Ahkaman's coup, he saw the revived Quint'Aan as expected and the wounded but alive Rhavoc as was not expected. Only the helmet of his armour prevented his absolute surprise from betraying his emotions. And the first rise of jealous anger. So when Jossat entered the throne room again this time after the battle against the Eldar for control of the Harsadedian Manufacturing Complexes where he foresaw and then witnessed Rhavoc sucked into the warp, a death sentence for anyone but an immortal daemon, his surprise was great but not as great as it could have been. Still, it was immense. "You're dead! I saw you die!" Rhavoc turned from his conversation with Quint'Aan to the newcomer and said, "Quintara has seen fit to protect me again so that I may continue to serve her." He turned back to the daemon lord. Jossat's surprise turned to anger, but he swallowed it back and let none of it show on his face. The outburst had been bad enough, showing his desire to remove Rhavoc now could be fatal. He meditated for a moment while the Quint'Aan finished listening to the survivor of the warp, and then quickly gave his report of the damage to the factories before being dismissed. As he walked back to his shuttle to return to the Lord Korack he fumed at this turn of events. For Quintara to have taken such an active role in protecting Rhavoc twice, it had to mean that he was favoured in her eyes and destined to occupy the right hand of the prophet for the foreseeable future. Which meant such a position could not be occupied by Jossat himself. Jossat was not content with this situation and he began to plot on how to remedy this situation.
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