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	===Live, Die, Repeat===		===Live, Die, Repeat===
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	: “~You may break my body, but you will never break my spirit~,” Sanguinius choked out, garbled with blood. He was barely ambulatory, having taken a massive beating from his Daemonic nemesis. “SPARE ME YOUR DRIVEL! BREAK THE BODY ENOUGH AND THE SPIRIT SHALL FOLLOW!” K’Bandha grabbed the primarch by the shoulder and right leg, Sanguinius was barely able to struggle. “HOW. DO. YOU. LIKE. IT,” K’Bandha shouted as he brought the primarch down upon his beastly knee, shattering his back. The Bloodthirster tossed the body to the ground and roared long and proud. Sanguinius’ soul floated back to the relative sanctuary of the Warp. K’Bandha stomped over the another daemon that was casually watching the blood sport, “BRING HIM BACK, I’VE STILL GOT THREE MORE BODIES TO GO!” The daemon, a Lord of Change, sighed, “That maybe true, but is this the best way to go about the plan? Primarchs are fairly intelligent, so it would be fair to assume that they would listen to reason? It has worked before.” “SHUT YOUR TRAP, SCHEMER. BY CONTINUALLY KILLING HIM, WE SHOW HIM THAT ‘WE’ ARE IN CONTROL. AND! AND I GET TO KILL HIM! A LOT!” K’Bandha screamed in the Lord’s face. “Fine, fine. It would be interesting to see him kill you. We are about due for some change.” the Lord of Change muttered to himself, giving into the Bloodthirster’s demand.		: <span style="color:#f08080">“~You may break my body, but you will never break my spirit~,”</span> Sanguinius choked out, garbled with blood. He was barely ambulatory, having taken a massive beating from his Daemonic nemesis. <span style="color:#dc143c">“SPARE ME YOUR DRIVEL! BREAK THE BODY ENOUGH AND THE SPIRIT SHALL FOLLOW!”</span> K’Bandha grabbed the primarch by the shoulder and right leg, Sanguinius was barely able to struggle. <span style="color:#dc143c">“HOW. DO. YOU. LIKE. IT,”</span> K’Bandha shouted as he brought the primarch down upon his beastly knee, shattering his back. The Bloodthirster tossed the body to the ground and roared long and proud. Sanguinius’ soul floated back to the relative sanctuary of the Warp. K’Bandha stomped over the another daemon that was casually watching the blood sport, <span style="color:#dc143c">“BRING HIM BACK, I’VE STILL GOT THREE MORE BODIES TO GO!”</span> The daemon, a Lord of Change, sighed, <span style="color:#4b0082">“That maybe true, but is this the best way to go about the plan? Primarchs are fairly intelligent, so it would be fair to assume that they would listen to reason? It has worked before.”</span> <span style="color:#dc143c">“SHUT YOUR TRAP, SCHEMER. BY CONTINUALLY KILLING HIM, WE SHOW HIM THAT ‘WE’ ARE IN CONTROL. AND! AND I GET TO KILL HIM! A LOT!”</span> K’Bandha screamed in the Lord’s face. <span style="color:#4b0082">“Fine, fine. It would be interesting to see him kill you. We are about due for some change.”</span> the Lord of Change muttered to himself, giving into the Bloodthirster’s demand.


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	: Sanguinius gasped awake. It never stopped being a gut-churning event. He looked down at his body and the armor he was in. He hoped it wasn’t someone he knew. The two rivals battled, Sanguinius died again. He was no match for the daemon while it was in its own element and his body was not his own. Die. Floating. Tendrils. Wake Up. Fight K’Bandha. Die as he laughs. Sanguinius was not sure how much more he could take. Every time he died, he knew that one of his men, his brothers had died as well. It wasn’t a valiant sacrifice either, just mindless slaughter. He came back again. He stifled the urge to vomit. He look upon his new body and recognized it. A huge stone formed in his stomach. This was the body of Alatron, one of his Sanguinary Guards from long, long ago. He was in the armor of the Sanguinor. This was too much for him. Rage and anger surged through him. He got up, renewed. “~K’Bandha, where is your honor? Is killing my friends satisfying your god? No more, you cur, NO MORE!~”, Sanguinius roared at the Bloodthirster. He charged, raising an armored fist. K’Bandha did not move. “NOT THIS TIME, THIS TIME YOU LIVE,” the daemon replied as it headbutted the charging Blood Angel. Staggered and off his feet, Sanguinius waited for death. K’Bandha reached down and grabbed an arm and started dragging the unconscious primarch toward the Lord of Change. “LET’S GO, BEFORE I FORGET AND KILL HIM.” The Lord of Change nodded and began to cast a profane magic, “Indeed. I feel the winds of the Warp changing already…” The trio vanished in a blurred splash.		: Sanguinius gasped awake. It never stopped being a gut-churning event. He looked down at his body and the armor he was in. He hoped it wasn’t someone he knew. The two rivals battled, Sanguinius died again. He was no match for the daemon while it was in its own element and his body was not his own. Die. Floating. Tendrils. Wake Up. Fight K’Bandha. Die as he laughs. Sanguinius was not sure how much more he could take. Every time he died, he knew that one of his men, his brothers had died as well. It wasn’t a valiant sacrifice either, just mindless slaughter. He came back again. He stifled the urge to vomit. He look upon his new body and recognized it. A huge stone formed in his stomach. This was the body of Alatron, one of his Sanguinary Guards from long, long ago. He was in the armor of the Sanguinor. This was too much for him. Rage and anger surged through him. He got up, renewed. <span style="color:#f08080">“~K’Bandha, where is your honor? Is killing my friends satisfying your god? No more, you cur, NO MORE!~”</span>, Sanguinius roared at the Bloodthirster. He charged, raising an armored fist. K’Bandha did not move. <span style="color:#dc143c">“NOT THIS TIME, THIS TIME YOU LIVE,”</span> the daemon replied as it headbutted the charging Blood Angel. Staggered and off his feet, Sanguinius waited for death. K’Bandha reached down and grabbed an arm and started dragging the unconscious primarch toward the Lord of Change. <span style="color:#dc143c">“LET’S GO, BEFORE I FORGET AND KILL HIM.”</span> The Lord of Change nodded and began to cast a profane magic, <span style="color:#4b0082">“Indeed. I feel the winds of the Warp changing already…”</span> The trio vanished in a blurred splash.

	===The Empyrean Council of Bel-Ghast===		===The Empyrean Council of Bel-Ghast===

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	: A huge bright actinic flash, tinged with yellow and white lances of sun appeared at the roof of the temple. A winged figure stood, as everyone’s eyes cleared. K’Bandha grinned a wicked smile and shouted out, Donatos all but forgotten, <span style="color:#dc143c">“I FIGURED YOU MIGHT SHOW UP. ALWAYS WORRIED ABOUT YOUR ‘PRECIOUS’ BLOOD ANGELS!”</span> The glorious visage of the Sanguinor floated down to the floor, eyes locked on the Bloodthirster. The two champions charged at each other, a great battle about to begin. The two weapons, one a massive daemonic axe blessed by Khorne himself, the other a majestic sword radiant and glowing, collided together in a spectacular cascade of sparks, warp fire and bright rays of light. In the Materium, the Sanguinor would have had the leverage to break K’Bandha, but in the Aether, the Champion of Khorne was empowered by pure Warp. K’Bandha’s massive clawed hand reached out and curled around the Sanguinor’s throat. <span style="color:#dc143c">“AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO ''KILL'' YOU, I NEED YOUR BODY’!”<span ~~style="color:#dc143c"~~> As time froze in the Warp, the two vanished in another rift.		: A huge bright actinic flash, tinged with yellow and white lances of sun appeared at the roof of the temple. A winged figure stood, as everyone’s eyes cleared. K’Bandha grinned a wicked smile and shouted out, Donatos all but forgotten, <span style="color:#dc143c">“I FIGURED YOU MIGHT SHOW UP. ALWAYS WORRIED ABOUT YOUR ‘PRECIOUS’ BLOOD ANGELS!”</span> The glorious visage of the Sanguinor floated down to the floor, eyes locked on the Bloodthirster. The two champions charged at each other, a great battle about to begin. The two weapons, one a massive daemonic axe blessed by Khorne himself, the other a majestic sword radiant and glowing, collided together in a spectacular cascade of sparks, warp fire and bright rays of light. In the Materium, the Sanguinor would have had the leverage to break K’Bandha, but in the Aether, the Champion of Khorne was empowered by pure Warp. K’Bandha’s massive clawed hand reached out and curled around the Sanguinor’s throat. <span style="color:#dc143c">“AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO ''KILL'' YOU, I NEED YOUR BODY’!”</span> As time froze in the Warp, the two vanished in another rift.

	==The Wolf Strikes==		==The Wolf Strikes==

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	: “How would Astartes of the corpse emperor make it past his vast armada,” Abaddon wondered, “they shouldn't have even made it within a light year of Cadia let alone assault it. The only way to get close to Cadia...was to come from behind his fleet. From the Eye.” Abaddon roared to his traitorous troops, "The blasted Thirteenth Company of the Space Wolves is dropping upon us. We will destroy them here. Upon Cadia!"		: <span style="color:#2f4f4f">“How would Astartes of the corpse emperor make it past his vast armada,”</span> Abaddon wondered, <span style="color:#2f4f4f">“they shouldn't have even made it within a light year of Cadia let alone assault it. The only way to get close to Cadia...was to come from behind his fleet. From the Eye.”</span> Abaddon roared to his traitorous troops, <span style="color:#2f4f4f">"The blasted Thirteenth Company of the Space Wolves is dropping upon us. We will destroy them here. Upon Cadia!"</span>
	Despite having a huge numerical superiority, the Black Legion was being torn apart by the super-veteran 13th company. A wedge was being driven into the Black Legion, the tip being an incredibly sharp and violent Astartes, the Primarch Leman Russ.

			: Despite having a huge numerical superiority, the Black Legion was being torn apart by the super-veteran 13th company. A wedge was being driven into the Black Legion, the tip being an incredibly sharp and violent Astartes, the Primarch Leman Russ.

	: “What are you pitiful Astartes doing? You have the blessings of Chaos Undivided! Yet you are being pushed back?” Abaddon shouted. He strode towards the Space Wolves intent on curbing the destruction. “LEMAN, it’s about time you came to die.” Leman pulled his sword out of a traitor Astartes and turned toward the Despoiler. The primarch launched into a sprint, closing the gap between them. A Black Legionnaire attempted to intercept Russ. The Wolf King bowled over him in an explosion of ceramite and blood, leaving a shattered body on the ground behind him. Abaddon swung the Talons of Horus at the approaching primarch, “You’ll find me a step above mere Astartes,” the Despoiler smirked. The massive Lightning claws crackled fiercely as they halted against Frostblade. Spikes of electricity shot upward and sparks fell as the two strained against the others weapons. “You. Know,” Leman shrugged and parried the lightning claws, “There’s a reason why,” Leman’s other hand shot out and wrapped around the ornamental ponytail atop Abaddon’s head, “I’m called the Executioner!” the Primarch yanked the Chaos champion’s head downward until it connected with his ceramite knee. Blood and cartilage spattered amidst a brutal crunch. Abaddon staggered back, bloodied, as Leman advanced with a savage smile on his face.
			: <span style="color:#2f4f4f">“What are you pitiful Astartes doing? You have the blessings of Chaos Undivided! Yet you are being pushed back?”</span> Abaddon shouted. He strode towards the Space Wolves intent on curbing the destruction. <span style="color:#2f4f4f">“LEMAN, it’s about time you came to die.”</span> Leman pulled his sword out of a traitor Astartes and turned toward the Despoiler. The primarch launched into a sprint, closing the gap between them. A Black Legionnaire attempted to intercept Russ. The Wolf King bowled over him in an explosion of ceramite and blood, leaving a shattered body on the ground behind him. Abaddon swung the Talons of Horus at the approaching primarch, <span style="color:#2f4f4f">“You’ll find me a step above mere Astartes,”</span> the Despoiler smirked. The massive Lightning claws crackled fiercely as they halted against Frostblade. Spikes of electricity shot upward and sparks fell as the two strained against the others weapons. <span style="color:#4681b4">“You. Know,”</span> Leman shrugged and parried the lightning claws, <span style="color:#4682b4">“There’s a reason why,”</span> Leman’s other hand shot out and wrapped around the ornamental ponytail atop Abaddon’s head, <span style="color:#4682b4">“I’m called the Executioner!”</span> the Primarch yanked the Chaos champion’s head downward until it connected with his ceramite knee. Blood and cartilage spattered amidst a brutal crunch. Abaddon staggered back, bloodied, as Leman advanced with a savage smile on his face.


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	: Abaddon looked up at Leman with pure contempt. He tried to curse the primarch but all that came was a bubbling cough and a spurt of blood. Leman reached down and grabbed the collar of his armor and pulled upward. Not enough to stand, but enough to kneel with the assistance of the primarch, Abaddon glared. Leman placed his sword’s point above his collarbone. “I’m the alpha wolf,” Leman growled and plunged his sword deep into Abaddon’s already distressed body. Leman unceremoniously dropped the body to the ground and raised his sword to the sky.		: Abaddon looked up at Leman with pure contempt. He tried to curse the primarch but all that came was a bubbling cough and a spurt of blood. Leman reached down and grabbed the collar of his armor and pulled upward. Not enough to stand, but enough to kneel with the assistance of the primarch, Abaddon glared. Leman placed his sword’s point above his collarbone. <span style="color:#4682b4">“I’m the alpha wolf,”</span> Leman growled and plunged his sword deep into Abaddon’s already distressed body. Leman unceremoniously dropped the body to the ground and raised his sword to the sky.

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	===Rustagrim Belongs to the Empyrean===		===Rustagrim Belongs to the Empyrean===
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	: The influx of Astartes did nothing but hold what ground remained. The planet had fallen too far and reinforcements arrived too late. That is not against the Astartes as they actually managed to retake multiple levels of the hive capitol. But it was not enough. A week later~~, on 02.12.779M42~~, the Chaos forces upon Rustagrim enacted the ritual they had so meticulously prepared. The 8-pointed Star they had carved out of the ground and filled with blood vaporized and flashed black. A gigantic rift into the Warp opened and sucked the planet into its maw. The two companies of Lamenters and Blood Angels were now marooned in the Warp along with the paltry few living, non-tainted residents of Rustagrim.		: The influx of Astartes did nothing but hold what ground remained. The planet had fallen too far and reinforcements arrived too late. That is not against the Astartes as they actually managed to retake multiple levels of the hive capitol. But it was not enough. A week later, the Chaos forces upon Rustagrim enacted the ritual they had so meticulously prepared. The 8-pointed Star they had carved out of the ground and filled with blood vaporized and flashed black. A gigantic rift into the Warp opened and sucked the planet into its maw. The two companies of Lamenters and Blood Angels were now marooned in the Warp along with the paltry few living, non-tainted residents of Rustagrim.


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	: As news of Blood Angels being on a stranded planet in the middle of the warp, one such daemon with a history with the Chapter decided to make an appearance. K’bandha the Bloodthirster, Champion of Khorne, nemesis of Sanguinius, was expulsed from the rift with a multi-colored flare and thumped down into the middle of the temple. “BLOOD ANGELS! NOWHERE TO RUN! NOWHERE TO HIDE!”, the Chaos Champion roared. The Astartes in the temple were unsure what to do until they heard their captain. “K’Bandha, you scaley piece of shit. Get that ass over here! Fucking daemon scum! Come die with a bit of honor!” Donatos shouted out his challenge, knowing that the daemon actually had honor, unlike the bulk of the Warp. K’Bandha laughed cruelly and stomped toward the Captain of the Blood Angels 2nd Company. The Captain steeled himself for a grueling battle, not sure that he could win this. A booming voice echoed throughout the temple, “YOU’LL DO NO SUCH THING DONATOS. K’BANDHA IS MINE!”		: As news of Blood Angels being on a stranded planet in the middle of the warp, one such daemon with a history with the Chapter decided to make an appearance. K’bandha the Bloodthirster, Champion of Khorne, nemesis of Sanguinius, was expulsed from the rift with a multi-colored flare and thumped down into the middle of the temple. <span style="color:#dc143c">“BLOOD ANGELS! NOWHERE TO RUN! NOWHERE TO HIDE!”</span> the Chaos Champion roared. The Astartes in the temple were unsure what to do until they heard their captain. <span style="color:#8b0000">“K’Bandha, you scaley piece of shit. Get that ass over here! Fucking daemon scum! Come die with a bit of honor!”</span> Donatos shouted out his challenge, knowing that the daemon actually had honor, unlike the bulk of the Warp. K’Bandha laughed cruelly and stomped toward the Captain of the Blood Angels 2nd Company. The Captain steeled himself for a grueling battle, not sure that he could win this. A booming voice echoed throughout the temple, <span style="color:#ff0000">“YOU’LL DO NO SUCH THING DONATOS. K’BANDHA IS MINE!”</span>


	: A huge bright actinic flash, tinged with yellow and white lances of sun appeared at the roof of the temple. A winged figure stood, as everyone’s eyes cleared. K’Bandha grinned a wicked smile and shouted out, Donatos all but forgotten, “I FIGURED YOU MIGHT SHOW UP. ALWAYS WORRIED ABOUT YOUR ‘PRECIOUS’ BLOOD ANGELS!” The glorious visage of the Sanguinor floated down to the floor, eyes locked on the Bloodthirster. The two champions charged at each other, a great battle about to begin. The two weapons, one a massive daemonic axe blessed by Khorne himself, the other a majestic sword radiant and glowing, collided together in a spectacular cascade of sparks, warp fire and bright rays of light. In the Materium, the Sanguinor would have had the leverage to break K’Bandha, but in the Aether, the Champion of Khorne was empowered by pure Warp. K’Bandha’s massive clawed hand reached out and curled around the Sanguinor’s throat. “AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO KILL ~~‘YOU’~~ I NEED YOUR BODY’!” As time froze in the Warp, the two vanished in another rift.		: A huge bright actinic flash, tinged with yellow and white lances of sun appeared at the roof of the temple. A winged figure stood, as everyone’s eyes cleared. K’Bandha grinned a wicked smile and shouted out, Donatos all but forgotten, <span style="color:#dc143c">“I FIGURED YOU MIGHT SHOW UP. ALWAYS WORRIED ABOUT YOUR ‘PRECIOUS’ BLOOD ANGELS!”</span> The glorious visage of the Sanguinor floated down to the floor, eyes locked on the Bloodthirster. The two champions charged at each other, a great battle about to begin. The two weapons, one a massive daemonic axe blessed by Khorne himself, the other a majestic sword radiant and glowing, collided together in a spectacular cascade of sparks, warp fire and bright rays of light. In the Materium, the Sanguinor would have had the leverage to break K’Bandha, but in the Aether, the Champion of Khorne was empowered by pure Warp. K’Bandha’s massive clawed hand reached out and curled around the Sanguinor’s throat. <span style="color:#dc143c">“AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO ''KILL'' YOU, I NEED YOUR BODY’!”<span style="color:#dc143c"> As time froze in the Warp, the two vanished in another rift.

	==The Wolf Strikes==		==The Wolf Strikes==

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	: Thungrier stomped along the street toward his squads objective. They were headed toward the PDF headquarters. The PDF weren’t all that effective, but rallying whatever troops and men they had left would still be of use. With the PDF in the fight, the more the Lamenters could concentrate on taking down the daemons assaulting the hive while the men could deal with the plethora of cultists. “DAEMON,” Thungrier heard Kastor shout from behind him. Sure enough a Bloodletter was plodding down the street, babbling incoherently. It picked up its pace when it noticed them. The battle was joined. Thungrier, the sargeant of the squad, ordered his men in a rough semicircle, “Engage the enemy whenever a shot presents itself. I’ll keep him busy!” Thungrier unsheathed a Power Sword. “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!” The two weapons met and cast sparks and jagged trails of electricity. The Bloodletter was matching Sergeant Thungrier blow for blow. The only thing going in his favor were his squadmates off to the side taking shots at the daemon and clearing cultists that were unlucky enough to wander into the battlezone.		: Thungrier stomped along the street toward his squads objective. They were headed toward the PDF headquarters. The PDF weren’t all that effective, but rallying whatever troops and men they had left would still be of use. With the PDF in the fight, the more the Lamenters could concentrate on taking down the daemons assaulting the hive while the men could deal with the plethora of cultists. <span style="color:#b8860b">“DAEMON,”</span> Thungrier heard Kastor shout from behind him. Sure enough a Bloodletter was plodding down the street, babbling incoherently. It picked up its pace when it noticed them. The battle was joined. Thungrier, the sargeant of the squad, ordered his men in a rough semicircle, <span style="color:#daa520">“Engage the enemy whenever a shot presents itself. I’ll keep him busy!”</span> Thungrier unsheathed a Power Sword. <span style="color:#8b0000">“BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”</span> The two weapons met and cast sparks and jagged trails of electricity. The Bloodletter was matching Sergeant Thungrier blow for blow. The only thing going in his favor were his squadmates off to the side taking shots at the daemon and clearing cultists that were unlucky enough to wander into the battlezone.


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	: The Bloodletter stepped out, snarling, happy. Thungrier had retrieved his sword and snarled back. The two charged at each other once again. Blow for blow, both swung and stabbed on equal ground. A massive swing from each brought both swords together. Metal ground together, sparking and smoking, as both tried to leverage to a better position. Without warning Thungrier reached out and grabbed the daemonic blade. He had made a decision. The Bloodletter shrieked in surprise as it was yanked toward the Space Marine. Thungrier shouted part war cry, part agony as he could feel the taint worming its way through the flesh of his hand. He helmed cracked against the beasts crested face. It staggered back and Thungrier gave no quarter. A jab and a swing later, the body sans head and hand dropped to the ground. The sergeant turned to his men and looked at them. Despite not seeing their faces, he knew what they were thinking. Rev spoke up, “I don’t remember such battled doctrines being approved in the Codex…” Thungrier looked at the Marine, barely beyond neophyte. He sighed, letting loose the breath he didn’t realized he’d been holding. His hand reached up to his broken helmet and tore it off, tossing it to the ground. “No Rev,” he held his arm out and swung down, lopping off the tainted appendage, “it’s not.”		: The Bloodletter stepped out, snarling, happy. Thungrier had retrieved his sword and snarled back. The two charged at each other once again. Blow for blow, both swung and stabbed on equal ground. A massive swing from each brought both swords together. Metal ground together, sparking and smoking, as both tried to leverage to a better position. Without warning Thungrier reached out and grabbed the daemonic blade. He had made a decision. The Bloodletter shrieked in surprise as it was yanked toward the Space Marine. Thungrier shouted part war cry, part agony as he could feel the taint worming its way through the flesh of his hand. He helmed cracked against the beasts crested face. It staggered back and Thungrier gave no quarter. A jab and a swing later, the body sans head and hand dropped to the ground. The sergeant turned to his men and looked at them. Despite not seeing their faces, he knew what they were thinking. Rev spoke up, <span style="color:#b8860b">“I don’t remember such battled doctrines being approved in the Codex…”</span> Thungrier looked at the Marine, barely beyond neophyte. He sighed, letting loose the breath he didn’t realized he’d been holding. His hand reached up to his broken helmet and tore it off, tossing it to the ground. <span style="color:#daa520">“No Rev,”</span> he held his arm out and swung down, lopping off the tainted appendage, <span style="color:#daa520">“it’s not.”</span>


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	: In the de-facto headquarters, it used to be a hospital, the two captains discussed the situation. Captain Neris spoke, “Do we have any idea what those foul machines are doing? Our ships have not been able to send accurate scans. Perhaps the Blood Angels were able to get accurate readings?” Captain Donatos responded, “We did manage to acquire some data regarding the status of the planet, hive, and current battle. You are...not going to like it.” “hmph. Give it to me anyways. Better to have some intel than no intel,” Neris growled out. Donatos began to explain, “First off, Hive Juris is the only place not given over to Chaos. I am guessing already knew that. Secondly, it would seem that Rustagrim is actually being invaded by an alliance of forces. We found no trace of any actual Undivided forces, but it isn’t merely Khorne or Slaanesh. Which brings me to the final point, the Hell-Machines. They have been preparing a giant ritual. As I fell, I could see an unfinished 8-pointed star with the hive at its center on my auspex.” Captain Neris braced a hand on a table to his right, “Emperor, a ritual? That big? I dare not think of what they intend to bring about. No sense dwelling on what only ‘might’ come about. What are you planning to do? The bulk of Astartes are now yours, I will commit what remains of my company where they can do the most damage.” The two set about planning the defense of what battlements and ground they still held. Rustagrim’s darkest days were still ahead.		: In the de-facto headquarters, it used to be a hospital, the two captains discussed the situation. Captain Neris spoke, <span style="color:#ffa500">“Do we have any idea what those foul machines are doing? Our ships have not been able to send accurate scans. Perhaps the Blood Angels were able to get accurate readings?”</span> Captain Donatos responded, <span style="color:#8b0000">“We did manage to acquire some data regarding the status of the planet, hive, and current battle. You are...not going to like it.”</span> <span style="color:#ffa500">“hmph. Give it to me anyways. Better to have some intel than no intel,”</span> Neris growled out. Donatos began to explain, <span style="color:#8b0000">“First off, Hive Juris is the only place not given over to Chaos. I am guessing already knew that. Secondly, it would seem that Rustagrim is actually being invaded by an alliance of forces. We found no trace of any actual Undivided forces, but it isn’t merely Khorne or Slaanesh. Which brings me to the final point, the Hell-Machines. They have been preparing a giant ritual. As I fell, I could see an unfinished 8-pointed star with the hive at its center on my auspex.”</span> Captain Neris braced a hand on a table to his right, <span style="color:#ffa500">“Emperor, a ritual? That big? I dare not think of what they intend to bring about. No sense dwelling on what only ‘might’ come about. What are you planning to do? The bulk of Astartes are now yours, I will commit what remains of my company where they can do the most damage.”</span> The two set about planning the defense of what battlements and ground they still held. Rustagrim’s darkest days were still ahead.

	===Rustagrim Belongs to the Empyrean===		===Rustagrim Belongs to the Empyrean===

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	: A contact pinged on the longest ranged scanners of Lycaeus. It was an unknown pattern that the machine spirits could not identify. The ship was hailed to see if it would communicate before being annihilated by the planetary defense platforms. “Unknown ship, this is Platform Tilado, transmitting in the open. Respond or be destroyed.” To the complete surprise of the men in the comm room, a response came, “When the day broke, I boldly went into the chamber” The communication officer screwed up his face in confusion, and then quickly told his men to cover their ears lest more Chaos speech taint the air and them in it. Another transmission blared out, “I am Corvus Corax, and I have returned.”		: A contact pinged on the longest ranged scanners of Lycaeus. It was an unknown pattern that the machine spirits could not identify. The ship was hailed to see if it would communicate before being annihilated by the planetary defense platforms. <span style="color:#808080">“Unknown ship, this is Platform Tilado, transmitting in the open. Respond or be destroyed.”</span> To the complete surprise of the men in the comm room, a response came, <span style="color:#000080">“When the day broke, I boldly went into the chamber”</span> The communication officer screwed up his face in confusion, and then quickly told his men to cover their ears lest more Chaos speech taint the air and them in it. Another transmission blared out, <span style="color:#000080">“I am Corvus Corax, and I have returned.”</span>

	==Lament for Blood and Chaos==		==Lament for Blood and Chaos==

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	: The walls dripped of blood, adding to the pooling ichor on the floor. She could hear the dripping. Each drop sounded as a explosion. This was a new terror for Arisriel, far worse than deafening silence. The other Eldar remained frozen in their perpetual screams. Then from as far away as ever, the dripping began to recede to make room for a new sound. An animalistic, primal, angry screech. The gore and fluids seem to shudder themselves. It grew louder and louder until it was unbearable. She tried to scrunch her face, raiser her hands to her ears, anything to shut it out. But she could not. Her head was turning, somehow against her will, toward the screech. It grew to new levels as the toothed terror again lunged into her view. She blacked out.		: The walls dripped of blood, adding to the pooling ichor on the floor. She could hear the dripping. Each drop sounded as a explosion. This was a new terror for Arisriel, far worse than deafening silence. The other Eldar remained frozen in their perpetual screams. Then from as far away as ever, the dripping began to recede to make room for a new sound. An animalistic, primal, angry screech. The gore and fluids seem to shudder themselves. It grew louder and louder until it was unbearable. She tried to scrunch her face, raiser her hands to her ears, anything to shut it out. But she could not. Her head was turning, somehow against her will, toward the screech. It grew to new levels as the toothed terror again lunged into her view. She blacked out.

	: When Arisriel came to, she was dangling off of Olavae’s shoulder. <span style="color:#0000ff">“Oh Isha, you’re awake! What is going on with you?”</span> Despite the din, Olavae’s tone was clearly one of concern. Arisriel shakily got to her feet. <span style="color:#00ffff">“What...what did I miss? We can discuss this later,”</span> she said taking in the current state of the deck. <span style="color:#0000ff">“The Farseer has announced that we are on a collision course with a tendril of the Great Devourer. In a month’s time, Hive Fleet Bergrisar will find us,”</span? explained Olavae. All present left, the mood incredibly somber. How many of the Spirit Stones were to be used? How many would return to the Infinity Circuit? In the following weeks the Craftworld seemed to slow down. The Shadow in the Warp turned the air into an oppressive soup. Nevertheless, Alaitoc prepared for its date with the Tyranids.		: When Arisriel came to, she was dangling off of Olavae’s shoulder. <span style="color:#0000ff">“Oh Isha, you’re awake! What is going on with you?”</span> Despite the din, Olavae’s tone was clearly one of concern. Arisriel shakily got to her feet. <span style="color:#00ffff">“What...what did I miss? We can discuss this later,”</span> she said taking in the current state of the deck. <span style="color:#0000ff">“The Farseer has announced that we are on a collision course with a tendril of the Great Devourer. In a month’s time, Hive Fleet Bergrisar will find us,”</span> explained Olavae. All present left, the mood incredibly somber. How many of the Spirit Stones were to be used? How many would return to the Infinity Circuit? In the following weeks the Craftworld seemed to slow down. The Shadow in the Warp turned the air into an oppressive soup. Nevertheless, Alaitoc prepared for its date with the Tyranids.

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	: Arisriel woke from her daydream with a start. She leaned forward resting on her knees, completely out of breath. This was getting far worse. Several years ago she’d start having these flashes of something. Originally just a hall covered in gore. And then a glance of one of her kin. And now they were vivid and much longer. “Arisriel! We must go. The Farseer has announced that all non-necessary personnel to the Vaul deck. I fear what we will hear,” Olavae’s quick order jolted her out of her thoughts. An assembly? Those have only been called before dire times. Actually, the last time one had been called was...before the Behemoth grabbed the Craftworld in its jaws. She and Olavae made their way toward the Vaul deck.		: Arisriel woke from her daydream with a start. She leaned forward resting on her knees, completely out of breath. This was getting far worse. Several years ago she’d start having these flashes of something. Originally just a hall covered in gore. And then a glance of one of her kin. And now they were vivid and much longer. <span style="color:#0000ff">“Arisriel! We must go. The Farseer has announced that all non-necessary personnel to the Vaul deck. I fear what we will hear,”</span> Olavae’s quick order jolted her out of her thoughts. An assembly? Those have only been called before dire times. Actually, the last time one had been called was...before the Behemoth grabbed the Craftworld in its jaws. She and Olavae made their way toward the Vaul deck.


	: The walls dripped of blood, adding to the pooling ichor on the floor. She could hear the dripping. Each drop sounded as a explosion. This was a new terror for Arisriel, far worse than deafening silence. The other Eldar remained frozen in their perpetual screams. Then from as far away as ever, the dripping began to recede to make room for a new sound. An animalistic, primal, angry screech. The gore and fluids seem to shudder themselves. It grew louder and louder until it was unbearable. She tried to scrunch her face, raiser her hands to her ears, anything to shut it out. But she could not. Her head was turning, somehow against her will, toward the screech. It grew to new levels as the toothed terror again lunged into her view. She blacked out.		: The walls dripped of blood, adding to the pooling ichor on the floor. She could hear the dripping. Each drop sounded as a explosion. This was a new terror for Arisriel, far worse than deafening silence. The other Eldar remained frozen in their perpetual screams. Then from as far away as ever, the dripping began to recede to make room for a new sound. An animalistic, primal, angry screech. The gore and fluids seem to shudder themselves. It grew louder and louder until it was unbearable. She tried to scrunch her face, raiser her hands to her ears, anything to shut it out. But she could not. Her head was turning, somehow against her will, toward the screech. It grew to new levels as the toothed terror again lunged into her view. She blacked out.

	: When Arisriel came to, she was dangling off of Olavae’s shoulder. “Oh Isha, you’re awake! What is going on with you?” Despite the din, Olavae’s tone was clearly one of concern. Arisriel shakily got to her feet. “What...what did I miss? We can discuss this later,” she said taking in the current state of the deck. “The Farseer has announced that we are on a collision course with a tendril of the Great Devourer. In a month’s time, Hive Fleet Bergrisar will find us,” explained Olavae. All present left, the mood incredibly somber. How many of the Spirit Stones were to be used? How many would return to the Infinity Circuit? In the following weeks the Craftworld seemed to slow down. The Shadow in the Warp turned the air into an oppressive soup~~. It was like trying to walk through pudding~~. Nevertheless, Alaitoc prepared for its date with the Tyranids.		: When Arisriel came to, she was dangling off of Olavae’s shoulder. <span style="color:#0000ff">“Oh Isha, you’re awake! What is going on with you?”</span> Despite the din, Olavae’s tone was clearly one of concern. Arisriel shakily got to her feet. <span style="color:#00ffff">“What...what did I miss? We can discuss this later,”</span> she said taking in the current state of the deck. <span style="color:#0000ff">“The Farseer has announced that we are on a collision course with a tendril of the Great Devourer. In a month’s time, Hive Fleet Bergrisar will find us,”</span? explained Olavae. All present left, the mood incredibly somber. How many of the Spirit Stones were to be used? How many would return to the Infinity Circuit? In the following weeks the Craftworld seemed to slow down. The Shadow in the Warp turned the air into an oppressive soup. Nevertheless, Alaitoc prepared for its date with the Tyranids.


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	: Her nightmare ended as a loud klaxon blared its terrifying warning around the Craftworld. They were here. Nobody needed the alarms, the screaming whispers of ‘eat it all’ and ‘hungry’ were always in the background now, as the hive grew closer. She felt tiny tremors both from her sleeping ordeal and cysts burrowing into the craftworld. Olavae burst through the door. “Arisriel! GET YOUR ARMOR ON. NOW!” she shouted at her dazed friend. “I...uh...I-I...yes...YES!” she groggily acknowledged, the gravity of the situation hitting her. Once she had her armor on, she rushed toward the nearest staging area to join with her squad.		: Her nightmare ended as a loud klaxon blared its terrifying warning around the Craftworld. They were here. Nobody needed the alarms, the screaming whispers of ‘eat it all’ and ‘hungry’ were always in the background now, as the hive grew closer. She felt tiny tremors both from her sleeping ordeal and cysts burrowing into the craftworld. Olavae burst through the door. <span style="color:#0000ff">“Arisriel! GET YOUR ARMOR ON. NOW!”</span> she shouted at her dazed friend. <span style="color:#00ffff">“I...uh...I-I...yes...YES!”</span> she groggily acknowledged, the gravity of the situation hitting her. Once she had her armor on, she rushed toward the nearest staging area to join with her squad.


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	: She started once again as the toothed monster came into view. This wasn’t a dream anymore, it was real. That’s why it was the most vivid version. Even though it was real, everything was slowing down. It was all happening the same. She watched almost with the same removed vantage as her fellow Eldar all dropped to their knees. Their faces turned toward the ceiling as their mouths opened in a silent scream. As she to fell to her knees, it occurred to her: the sound that should be coming from the screaming mouths wasn’t there. A voice echoed through the Craftworld, “ELDAR, OUR DESCENSION IS AT HAND. THE FORCES THAT ASSAIL US AT EVERY ANGLE HAVE BECOME TOO MUCH. THE AVATAR WILL VANQUISH THE GREAT MOUTH AND THEN CARRY OUR FIGHT TO SHE WHO THIRSTS. OUR DESCENSION!” Arisriel blacked out again.		: She started once again as the toothed monster came into view. This wasn’t a dream anymore, it was real. That’s why it was the most vivid version. Even though it was real, everything was slowing down. It was all happening the same. She watched almost with the same removed vantage as her fellow Eldar all dropped to their knees. Their faces turned toward the ceiling as their mouths opened in a silent scream. As she to fell to her knees, it occurred to her: the sound that should be coming from the screaming mouths wasn’t there. A voice echoed through the Craftworld, <span style="color:#800080">“ELDAR, OUR DESCENSION IS AT HAND. THE FORCES THAT ASSAIL US AT EVERY ANGLE HAVE BECOME TOO MUCH. THE AVATAR WILL VANQUISH THE GREAT MOUTH AND THEN CARRY OUR FIGHT TO SHE WHO THIRSTS. OUR DESCENSION!”</span> Arisriel blacked out again.