Post by Iron Warrior on Oct 21, 2012 13:50:27 GMT -5
A skull was pulverized underneath the wieght of the demonic nightmare that took cover behind the large ruins of a shelled out building. They had been bombarding the city for weeks placing it under siege. Cut off from the rest of the planet the hive city of Terrosa was the target of the self proclaimed new Warmaster, Asteroth Hellforge of the 13th grand company of Iron Warriors. He and his company had the Blood Angels and a Company of Imperial guard trapped within the city. ((Interesting enough my game against the Blood angel player was played length wise where he was on one side and on the next table was and imperial guard player, right behind the Blood Angels deployment zone. The guard player was my next opponent in the second round))
Asteroth looked down at his enlarged clawed hands. It had only been days since his ascention and his new form was still knew to him. Turning over his hands he flexed the sinewey talons. It was as if the blood tha tpumped through them was infused with the raw power of warp. A large boom tore across the sky. It had begun. The final assualt, the Imperial guard were preping thier positions agianst his ally some unknown Slaanesh Demon Prince. He would be subjageted soon enough.
Turning to see is warriors entrenched in the city ruins, Asteronth norted out of his nose narrowing his eyes. Each of his warriors in thier silver and gold armor, chevrons of yellow and black mixed in, the mark of the Seige masters bore broudly on thier equipment. Now the imperium will see what true masters are capable of. Raising his monsterous arm in th air the Warmaster signaled for the attack to begin. As if in some unholy unison the crack of bolter fire opened up showing the buldings aross the street in a hail of deadly fire and detonating bolts.
The vindicator burst through the walls of a ruin sending rubble of ferrouscrete splinterin in all direction and sending up a small clous of dust. What followed next was a deafening boom as its cannon belched forth a large demonlisher shell and sent it screming into the lines of the Blood Angels. A dark smirk crossed Asteroths snarling lips as blood, bone and gore exploded from what used to be red clad armored warriors of the Adeptus Astartes. The new demon engines came to life with whilring servos and deep rumbling form within that sounded more beatial than mechanical. The large Mauler fiend drestoyed an entire building moving through it as if it was nothing but brush before a tank. It head cocked just before it jerked it up to bowl over a rhino tipping it over with a whine and rummble of metal.
Bright red beams of intense super heated laser hummed through the air as the heavy weapons opened up and tore through the armor of the Blood Angels, there was little left after the hell storm that his legion unleashed.
Spreading his wings and leaping into the air, the newly risen Deamon Prince to the fight to his hated foes. Catching up to the mauler fiend, they two alone charged the imperial guard lines together. Usuing the lumbers, nearly unstopable demon engine for cover, Asteroth plunged into the lines of Imperial guardmen looking for thier officers. When none came forward he cut down the mortals in swaths of red mist. Dying in droves the guardsmen still came at him. He wondered why they would throw away thier lives in a futile effort? looking over the guardsmen that swamed around his feet like ants trying to injure a tank he saw his answer. A commisar in the back ranks ushering them forward like cattle to the slaughter. Asteroth pointed a gnarled finger at the officer and roared his challange. The coward felw from the battle once the Warsmasters eye was upon him. His platoon soon broke with him.
Driving home the attack the Iron warriors marched in persuit of the fleeing guards men. A rear guard detachment set up an entrecnhment line to slow thier advance so that fleeing forces could regroup and rally. Little did the imperial guard officer know, leading that force, that what the Iron Warriors did well, was to take down fortifications. The warpsmith voxed back to his large gun batteries played high upon the moutnains above thebattle field to rain down fire upon a large secontion fo the trees to the one flank of the rearguard.
The forest was obliterated. Earth, trees, rocks were thrown high into the sky scattering the battlefield with debris, smoke and death. The forest they took cover in was shattered, leaving nothing but that barest minimum to hide behind. The guardsmen retook thier positions and decided to foolishly hold the line. Again the Mauler fiend and Asteroth lead the charge crushing and eviserating guardsmen in droves. Nothing could stand before the might of the Iron Warriors. Superiour firepower, combined with superior tactics and the dark gods on the side of Chaos, victory was all but certain.
The reargaurd was shattered and defeated in a matter of hours, all that remained was the Iron Warriors and the ruined city and its out skirts as thier prize. The sky was choked with black smoke and flames form burning buildings licked at the heaven, now was the time of thier return, The Iron Warriors of the 13th Grand Company would stand idle no more. It was time to let the galaxy burn!
Asteroth looked down at his enlarged clawed hands. It had only been days since his ascention and his new form was still knew to him. Turning over his hands he flexed the sinewey talons. It was as if the blood tha tpumped through them was infused with the raw power of warp. A large boom tore across the sky. It had begun. The final assualt, the Imperial guard were preping thier positions agianst his ally some unknown Slaanesh Demon Prince. He would be subjageted soon enough.
Turning to see is warriors entrenched in the city ruins, Asteronth norted out of his nose narrowing his eyes. Each of his warriors in thier silver and gold armor, chevrons of yellow and black mixed in, the mark of the Seige masters bore broudly on thier equipment. Now the imperium will see what true masters are capable of. Raising his monsterous arm in th air the Warmaster signaled for the attack to begin. As if in some unholy unison the crack of bolter fire opened up showing the buldings aross the street in a hail of deadly fire and detonating bolts.
The vindicator burst through the walls of a ruin sending rubble of ferrouscrete splinterin in all direction and sending up a small clous of dust. What followed next was a deafening boom as its cannon belched forth a large demonlisher shell and sent it screming into the lines of the Blood Angels. A dark smirk crossed Asteroths snarling lips as blood, bone and gore exploded from what used to be red clad armored warriors of the Adeptus Astartes. The new demon engines came to life with whilring servos and deep rumbling form within that sounded more beatial than mechanical. The large Mauler fiend drestoyed an entire building moving through it as if it was nothing but brush before a tank. It head cocked just before it jerked it up to bowl over a rhino tipping it over with a whine and rummble of metal.
Bright red beams of intense super heated laser hummed through the air as the heavy weapons opened up and tore through the armor of the Blood Angels, there was little left after the hell storm that his legion unleashed.
Spreading his wings and leaping into the air, the newly risen Deamon Prince to the fight to his hated foes. Catching up to the mauler fiend, they two alone charged the imperial guard lines together. Usuing the lumbers, nearly unstopable demon engine for cover, Asteroth plunged into the lines of Imperial guardmen looking for thier officers. When none came forward he cut down the mortals in swaths of red mist. Dying in droves the guardsmen still came at him. He wondered why they would throw away thier lives in a futile effort? looking over the guardsmen that swamed around his feet like ants trying to injure a tank he saw his answer. A commisar in the back ranks ushering them forward like cattle to the slaughter. Asteroth pointed a gnarled finger at the officer and roared his challange. The coward felw from the battle once the Warsmasters eye was upon him. His platoon soon broke with him.
Driving home the attack the Iron warriors marched in persuit of the fleeing guards men. A rear guard detachment set up an entrecnhment line to slow thier advance so that fleeing forces could regroup and rally. Little did the imperial guard officer know, leading that force, that what the Iron Warriors did well, was to take down fortifications. The warpsmith voxed back to his large gun batteries played high upon the moutnains above thebattle field to rain down fire upon a large secontion fo the trees to the one flank of the rearguard.
The forest was obliterated. Earth, trees, rocks were thrown high into the sky scattering the battlefield with debris, smoke and death. The forest they took cover in was shattered, leaving nothing but that barest minimum to hide behind. The guardsmen retook thier positions and decided to foolishly hold the line. Again the Mauler fiend and Asteroth lead the charge crushing and eviserating guardsmen in droves. Nothing could stand before the might of the Iron Warriors. Superiour firepower, combined with superior tactics and the dark gods on the side of Chaos, victory was all but certain.
The reargaurd was shattered and defeated in a matter of hours, all that remained was the Iron Warriors and the ruined city and its out skirts as thier prize. The sky was choked with black smoke and flames form burning buildings licked at the heaven, now was the time of thier return, The Iron Warriors of the 13th Grand Company would stand idle no more. It was time to let the galaxy burn!
