12/9-2020 – Recon on Sepulchre

Meanwhile, on the other side of Sepulchre, the Beaststalkers disembarked the Frostwolves Thunderhawk.

”Stay sharp,” Torleif Beaststalker said to his troops, as they spread out. ”Magnus’ traitors are here, as well as whatever foe is responsible for this malaise we are all feeling. Inquisitor Rain believes it has something to do with the Necrons. We are here to find out and cut off the head of the Necron command, if they are here.”

The Thunderhawk lifted off again and the Frostwolves advanced towards the ruins of a supply outpost in the distance.

Torleif and Jarek’s Nightstalkers cautiously advanced through the woods on one side of the supply outpost, as Hrafn Shadowstorm led Morven’s Night Terrors around the other side. Skule’s Farslayers took position in another wood further away from the outpost. They had spotted a large group of Necron Warriors in a wood on the opposite side, performing some kind of ritual. They seemed to be erecting some form of obelisk made out of blackstone.

The Necrons became aware of the approaching Space Wolves, and the Plasmancer followed the Canoptek Reanimator on the flank. The Necron Warriors continued their ritual, guarded by the Necron Overlord and Royal Warden.

The Nightstalkers advanced through the woods as did the Night Terrors on the other flank. Hrafn summoned the powers of Fenris and opened a chasm under the feet of the surprised Plasmancer. The Necron character did not have time to move, and was swallowed by the earth.

In response, the Reanimator advanced on the Night Terrors, followed by the Overlord. The Warriors finished their work and strode out of the wood towards the Space Wolves.

Hrafn and the Night Terrors did not fear the towering Reanimator, and demolished it with psychic powers and small arms fire. This revealed the Overlord behind, and the Frostwolves did not hesitate to engage in close combat. But the Overlord was a formidable opponent, and immediately struck down Hrafn. The Nightstalkers and the Farslayers on the other flank opened up on the Necron Warriors, but hardly made a den’t in their numbers.

Contemptuously, the Overlord disengaged from the Night Terrors, as the Necron Warriors turned their attention on them and gunned them down.

The remaining Frostwolves poured all the fire they had into the Necron Warriors, but they were too few to make an impact. Torleif gave the order to withdraw and the Beaststalkers faded into the shadows.

The defeated Frostwolves regrouped at their temporary camp, the severely wounded Hrafn having just managed to use his powers of obfuscation to help the Night Terrors and himself to escape.

”Well, the Necrons are definitely here,” Hrafn said to Torleif, as the Wolf Priest Adept, Alrik, tended to Hrafn’s wounds.

”Yes,” Torleif agreed. ”I tried sending word to the Frostfang, but the Necrons seem to be jamming our signal. After you are patched up, we need to find a signal boost or the jamming device. But for now: rest and recover, brother.”

12/9-2020 – The Purebloods arrive on Sepulchre

The Styx class heavy cruiser Bringer of Sorrow violently ejected from the Warp in the system designated 89831030/4. The system only had one planet: Sepulchre. The Bringer of Sorrow belong to the Thousand Sons warband the Purebloods. The shipmaster of the Bringer of Sorrow, the Exalted Sorcerer Pharon Xander, rose from his throne and summoned his command staff.

”This is the system the anomalies emirate from. Can you feel it brothers? The Warp is almost dead here. We must find the cause of this. You know your orders: land on the planet and seek out what is causing this!”, Pharon proclaimed.

”Your will be done,” the Sorcerer Ratash Mor replied. ”My forces will be the vanguard. I will depart immediately through the webway.”

”My troops will secure the landing site,” the Sorcerer Imigur Kazemde continued.

The last of the sorcerers, and Pharon’s greatest rival, Ishmael the Wanderer, said nothing, but gave a slight nod.

”Depart immediately,” Pharon ordered and dismissed his commanders.

Ratash Mor, impetuous as befitting a former member of the Pyrae cult, was true to his word and was the first of the Thousand Sons on the desolate world. Mor’s mastery of the webway made it unnecessary to use a lander, as he and his troops simply walked between the locations. His forces immediately detected a Necron presence in the ruins of an unknown town and moved to investigate.

The Necron and Thousand Sons forces deployed opposite each other in cover of the ruins, and Mor ordered the Rubric Marines to fire. The Necron Warriors suffered heavy casualties, but almost immediately regenerated and stood back up. The Spawn sent forwards were met by a Scarab swarm and the Skorpekh Destroyers. The Spawn had no chance and were cut down before they could even attack.

The eager Destroyers then turned towards the decimated Rubrics and charged. Mor realised their predicament and teleported the Rubrics away to safety, as he himself fought the Skorpekh in close combat. Despite fighting well, Mor was overwhelmed by the frenzied attacks of the mad machines.

The Skorpekh Lord chased after the teleporting Rubrics and slayed them, as fire from the Necron Warriors and multiple attacks from the Scarabs decimated the remaining Rubric Marines. Mor used his last energy to teleport his remaining troops away, leaving the area to the victorious Necrons.

A badly wounded Mor limped out of the webway and was met by Kazemde and Ishmael.

”The Necrons are here,” Mor managed to say before drifting into unconsciousness.