The wave of unnatural weather ended as suddenly as it began, with the unruly elements returning to a more placid state. However, all was certainly not well. A rash of innexplicable happenings were recorded from all corners of the planet. In some areas, creatures thought long extinct or even mythical began to appear. In other areas the very laws of physics seemed to be in flux. Some of the army commanders shrugged off these reports as mere hysteria, they blamed the conflict as weighing so heavily on the natives minds that they began to see signs of doom everywhere. Others, more credulous, or possibly wiser pondered these developments to determine their meaning.


Sisters of the Revered Martyr

Entry to Official History of the Order of Our Revered Matryr

Author: Keeper of the History, Sister Magdeline
The Emperor's Crusade on the planet Rhandar Minor had been slow to grow, as the Order has been torn between trying to accomplish two tasks. The goal had been to recover this lost artifact that High Inquisitor Bock desired so badly, and to attack the alien and the heretic as the opportunity presented itself. Then, suddenly, Bock had released Mother Superior Dahmnait to carry out the campaign against the heretical Chaos forces that befouled the ground so very close to our forces. We mourned our losses in the meeting engagement in the hills, and after scouting the city of Veii, gathered our strength to purge the heretic from this planet once and for all. The Space Marine Chapter, the Celestial Lions, lent aid to our holy cause, if only by providing a distraction for the Order to exploit in full.

Which traitor Legion is this? Who leads it? It does not matter. The Emperor has turned his sight from them, and we shall remove them so that he might cast his gaze on this planet once more. The Order marches in strength once again.

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The Chaos Horde of Lord Sherman

Lord Sherman surveyed the maps that his underlings had brought him. All was not as hopeless as it appeared. While he was sure to be encircled, he knew that his enemies did not have enough forces to make the siege complete. All he needed to do was pick his time and place and if he moved swiftly enough he could cripple his attackers and break out of the confinement of the city at one go. The most worrying thing to Sherman now was his surety that someone had indeed found the Locknar and was in the process of mastering it.
Celestial Lions Space Marines

Veii Wood
The forest tribesmen were in awe of the gold armoured warriors they had struck like lightning sudden and unstoppable, not only had they released them from the punishing slavery of Chaos but they slew the Ledgendary White Boar of the Veii Wood. They spoke of redemption and that they had come to show all the light of their Emperor and bring His wrath upon His fallen sons.
While the Red Helms delt with the locals Veriquiox knelt before the comm shrine, reciting the Litanies of Humility thanking the Emperor for this victory. Suddenly the comm shrine came to life, relays and reports coming online...
Veriquiox informed his brothers of their new orders, soon they would meet their allies and master, Inquisitor Bock had called them to the attack.

Fortress Acre
Near dawn Veteran Brother Hogan looked over the walls of the Fortress and saw a green-skinned ocean gathering on the horizon, the black smoke of their engines creating dirty clouds in the air. He felt nothing but hatred. "Check weapons and take count of munitions," he ordered. "Evacuate civilians to bunkers and bring the militia turrets online. Remember Armaggeddon Brothers..." There was a great commotion as the local populace shuffled to their underground bunkers, no longer with the disorganized frenzy of heathen tribesmen, but the ordered and efficient subserviance of true servants of the Emperor. They have learned well. Hogan briefly thought.
With a high pitched whizz the first enemy shell landed, still far short of the fortress wall, but Hogan knew the attack had begun. The militia turrets opened fire, bright tracer rounds falling far short of their targets. "Cease that foolishness!", he roared "It is a sin to waste the Emperor's ammunition." More shells landed, ever closer to the fortress walls, the Ork vehicles roared across the plains, when they began to ford the river Hogan gave the order: "All stations take your aim and FIRE!!" True to his word he took aim with his bolter and began pouring fire into the orks. Missiles, Autocannons, even the militia turrets all found their marks the river ran black with thick orkish blood. The orks faltered, their spirits as broken as their vehicles and as they tried taking cover amidst the earthworks near the river the doors of the Fortress were thrown open and two golden Dreadnoughts strode forth. With Autocannon and Powerfist they drove all the orks back into the killing ground of the river until nothing moved. "Hold fire!", yelled Hogan "Check weapons and rearm for assault, Brother Claudus issue flamers to the militia. The order stands, burn everything."
WAAAAAAGH Hackem

Warboss Hackem snarled angrily at the horde of spitting, coughing and weezing orks. The sickness had come upon them swiftly, first manifesting as a rash of red spots, then, as difficulty breathing through lungs filled with mucus, fevers, madness and finally death. Only the strongest and most lucky orks were still alive and it seemed they even they would not be so for long...
Hackem was alone on the field, surrounded by the flyblown bodies of his boyz. Of course he had never even got a sniffle. In the distance he could see the armoured column of the hoomies coming to finish him off. He hefted his axe and roared his defiance, he would still give them a fight that they would remember. He checked himself in the middle of an imaginary swing to find that his shadow was eclipsed by something behind him. From that area, the normal sounds of the land, and even the buzzing of the flies was totally muted. He turned swiftly and his axe almost fell from nerveless fingers...
From the shadows came a voice, "Just what I've been looking for...".
Imperial Guard


Eldar of Craftworld Zaitor


Black Guard Space Marines

The last of the perimeter reports had finally come in. The news was good, the entire north-east penisula or Rhandar was finally under Black Guard control. This whole region could now be defended along the two most southern sectors. Enoch made sure they were defended by several of his best units. What was unexpected was the retreat of the Phoenix Lord from the swamps they had battled over frequently. The last fight had been quite fierce and bloody, but against their best efforts they had been pushed back at the last minute. His quickly organized counter-attack found no Eldar anywhere; it was impossible to guess their cryptic actions. Perhaps they sought to make easier gains on other fronts. In that regard he had heard no communications from Colonel McKutchin forces in quite some time. It was time to put more pressure on the craftworld threat.