The war continues unchecked, with casualties on all sides continuing to mount. The Celestial Lions and The Sisters of the Revered Matryr are slowly tightening the noose on the lands of Lord Sherman, while the Eldar launch their remaining forces into an all-out attack.


Sisters of the Revered Martyr


The Chaos Horde of Lord Sherman

'WHAT DID YOU SAY?!?' screamed Lord Sherman.
"I have seen your death.....By blade or by fire I know not, but you will fall. The Chaos gods are fickle and are calling you home...." ,giggled the bound demon.
'But I am Lord Tzeentch's chosen', muttered Lord Sherman.
"Well, it would seem that he has changed his mind", cackled the demon, although bound with chains of silver and fire, he seemed almost to pull free.
Celestial Lions Space Marines

The Land Raiders engines silenced suddenly, Veriquiox watched in disgust as the Cultists fled, well out of range of any weapon here assembled. "They have the courage of their masters, my brothers." he said, his vereran guard chuckled as they unlimbered their weapons.

The Prayer of the Martyrs rounded on the black-armoured Rhinos closing from the north, Veriquiox opened a com channel "Hail Inquisitor Bock, we are pleased to meet you on the field at last."

The com shrine's screen came to life, a black clad Sister of Battle, "Inquisitor Bock orders you to withdraw to the Veii Forest and await the command to attack." Before he could respond the screen died, Bock's abruptness was beginning to grate upon Veriquiox, but it was his perogative as Supreme Commander.

WAAAAAAGH Hackem

Nothing stirred in the lands once occupied by the orcs, though the guardsmen now taking control of the greenskins capital could feel a growing shadow, a presence of terrible aspect that had left it's mark upon the land.
Imperial Guard

The wave of pestilence which struck down the Orkish Horde had spread to the brave men of the Imperial Guard. Those that weren't struck down by the disease beseeched the Emperor fo his intervention. Others, perhaps less hopeful turned to other, darker forces for their deliverance. The disappearance of Colonel Mckutchin and most of his elite staff removed not only leadership but the very heart out of his men. Rhandar Minor would have to look elsewhere for its defenders.
Eldar of Craftworld Zaitor

Fuegan brooded over the current situation. With the orcs gone, the eldar race could find itself under the assault of the combined might of the Empire. Warlocks Rinoa and Taskerin had reported that they had been able to see through the warping of the fate of this planet, and believed the eldar to be in grave danger. Fuegan wasn't sure that the warlocks were successful in their scrying attempts at all, but he was no longer sure if the eldar could be victorious against the Black Guard, let alone the combined might of the Empire.

He opened his psytransmitter to the entire eldar host on the planet. "All defender squads, gather all the resources you can transport and take them back to the dropzone. Once there, evacuate, and return to Zaitor". Fuegan's next thoughts burned like a flame in their minds. "Warriors, there is time for a final hunt."
Black Guard Space Marines

Gregor couldn't believe it; where once the city of Stutgard had thronged with the pointy eared devils, it was now am almost empty city. The efforts of the 'Eldar', as they had called themself to return the land to its native 'maiden' state had been left unfinished. Why they had left and where they had gone was a mystery to him and all that he spoke too. "Well, it's all ill wind, as they say. Now we can get down to business and running our own affairs....", Gregor paused, as the sound of a high pitched hover engine was heard in the distance.

Enoch gave the command for ancient brother Cassius to advance southward with a few squads and fill in the vacuum left behind by Inquisitor Bock's forces. It appeared he was heading back to Kurtzman's Dale. Serious trouble was brewing around Veii from what few reports came in. Purging chaos must surely be the priority. The commander thought deeply on his own troubles, the strange events unfolding to the south. The mysterious death of the Ork horde, the lack of communication with Colonel McKutchin's forces and the enigmatic craftworld eldar and their leader Fuegan.

His men were clamoring to get out of the swamps and into enemy territory of which Enoch shared their enthusiasm, but high command had refused to send down more reinforcements. They gave no reasons or explanations for their decision. The only forces to arrive this turn were brother Damal a ranking techmarine of the 3rd company and his thrall attendants. Damal set himself up in the heart of Stutgard and began doing his own mysterious work. The only reinforcements Enoch had for his troops were the ancient litanies.