Chaos
As Captain Slavic and his men entered the walled city of their guides, it became quickly apparent why they had been welcomed as demi-gods. The ground had a palpable aura, something that few but a Chaos Marine would recognize – it felt like a daemon-world. So saturated in the energies of the Dark Gods was the soil of this island that daemons walked amongst the residents, guiding them through the rituals of worship and plotting their next attack on the surrounding enemies.
They were guided to a pool filled with blood, no doubt with bones littering its bottom, and a mighty Daemon smiled its sharp fangs at them while resting in the fluids. “Welcome mortals, to my island. I appreciate your offering of aid in the defeat of a neighboring enemy, and so you are granted an audience. I must return to the front soon, however, as my master would be displeased should I grow… unaggressive. What brings the builders of walls and trenches to this wretched planet?”
Dark Eldar
The past few days have been exceptionally quiet as far as raids by the Dark Eldar go.
Apparently content with conditions on the surface for the moment, these Xenos have remained unseen, leaving only speculation as to what they’ve been doing deep within the mountains…
Eldar
Huthero smiled under his wraithbone helmet. No one could see the war-rider's face, but it didn't matter. Battle was going to commence soon, and Huthero lived and died for the battle. He had tread the Path of War too long and too far, he had seen things even Farseers couldn't contemplate, he had seen too much. He had fought on hundreds of worlds over dozens of lives. But today he realized that his life, no matter how short or long, would never be the same.
Huthero could here the wake of the Vampire Hunter tearing through the artificial atmosphere of the Plucked Eye. Dannar had discovered the secrets of this hulk, or at least some, and now Huthero was here to reap the rewards. A weapon, a terrible weapon, of this power could not be allowed to fall in the hands of the Mon-Keigh or Khaine forbid it, the Krork. Dannar had found what lied buried beneath the sands of time and rock and age. A ship, a glass ship, delicate yet powerful, fragile yet destructive. It had lain here for countless millennia, a slumbering beast waiting to awake. And now it had.
The Dark Kin had already been there, inside the ship that is, it was obvious. There were reports of dead Krork-spawn strew threw the caverns, covered in wounds from a splinter rifle. The Dark Kin were the only ones other than the Eldar that Huthero even remotely believed could be trusted with the hulk. The Farseers had seen it, no evil would come of it if the ship came under control of the Dark Kin, but the Farseers had been wrong in the past.
Huthero could trust no one, he didn't know if his seers and his councilors were telling him the truth, or manipulating him to further their own ambitions. He only could trust his ability as a warrior, his ability to command armies.
The Ancients had awoken. Huthero remembered the scene with a flash, his forces were crushed on the outskirts of the Glasswind Heights. Huthero had to be cautious of the ancient enemy, they were here in far too many numbers to under estimate.
She who Thirsts had taken up roost on this dreadful hulk as well, they would have to be purified before the hulk could be restored. Thankfully Farseer Vialia with a coalition of forces had spearheaded an attack on this enemy of the fall and had purged the Chaos filth. At least for now.
*Sir, we are there* said the nearby Warlock telepathically.
Huthero grabbed his sword and looked out towards the Heights, towards the ship, towards the Path, towards Destiny.
Imperial
While defense of the Celestine Peaks has meet with resumed success, atempts to purge the damonic forest upon the Plucked Eye have seen slow progress and the probing attacks of Orkopolis have faltered around the densely-populated area referred to as Dakkatown.
Elsewhere, however, Astartes forces were able to establish a landing zone in the foothills of the Glasswind Heights, bringing in equipment to excavate their way to a lost Adeptus Mechanicus vessel. They have also secured a sample of a new Tyranid ammunition-beast, and the Ordo Biologis is currently debating its purpose.
Necron
Lord JET had data to analyze.
Attacks on the weapons array of the crystal ship had been quite successful thus far, and the operation would soon be complete. At least that was simple enough.
The Tyranids had withdrawn as well as could be expected from the Plucked Eye, and that too seemed to be going smoothly. The bargain with this simple Hive Mind had been straightforward and simple. It seemed to properly appreciate a free meal.
The local Necrons, though, were troubling his ancient circuits.
True, they had helped sufficiently at first, and those who now operated with his force were quite cooperative, but every unit he had identified as reacting unusually was no longer present. All of their Warriors at his disposal were as mindless as his own – perhaps considered expendable.
Then there was the marked decrease in how many Warriors were accounted-for. These others were hidden away somewhere, inactive wherever he checked. Perhaps they had been returned to stasis, but this too was unusual. The locals weren’t completely sane, though, and explanations eluded him.
He needed to puzzle out the reasoning behind their madness. He needed to know what they were doing…
Orks
++++Intercepted Transmission++++
WAAAAGGGGHHH!! Dis is da 'igh boss Dakkaslag an' Ise 'ere to tell you yoofs wat been 'appen'n on dat Tiorl Seben ting.
Look, wes got lotza gitz down 'ere on da plawnt buildin' stuffz wit dere bitz an' such an' clearin' a place fo da Zuper Gunz to go. But den, un of dem pink meks dat we kaptad' from da 'ummies 'ad a briwt idea when I asked 'im bouwt da fowce fwields. 'e said dat we can build dem forwce fweilds out dem gargant powa genaratah's. It was pretty much my idea dough, dey didnt fink of it.
So da powah genawata's is goin' a long prwetty gud an' such, we 'as built most of dem and da beakies an' da sissies of battle is way too weedy to get to dem. I gives dat gitz Kaptun Skargrubb an' Kaptun Grimgrod a medwal of 'onah an uver tings, cause dey krumpt dem 'ummies ded gud.
Da Meks is almost dun wit dem genawatahs an' when dey is done we can stawt build some Zuper Gunz! WAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!! But 'eres da fing, we used too much of ouw bitz to build dem genawatahs an' now we don't have e nuff. So you gitz gotta get ovah to dat island wit dem peaks an' such an' loot da 'umies gubbinz. If you can get an uver pink mek owr sumtin' too den you dun a gud job too.
Okay, dat louswy git Skabrod isn't even doin' nuffin'. 'e is too weedy to fite like a propah Blud Axe. 'e is not even a Goff cuz dey is not even dat weedy! I say 'e is not even one of da boyz! 'e is a pansie owr a fish 'ead or a 'ummie or beakie or sumtin', cause dere is no boy dat is dat weedy! I 'eard dat 'e might even run like a pansie back to Alsanta. If he runs den we is gonna chase 'im an' kill 'im an' 'is gitz fo' my boss pole.
Wun ting. We gotz one of dem weirdo boyz dat I was tellin' you about. Da ones in da woods. Well 'eres dat ting, dey kinda look like boyz, but dey 'as fouw 'ands an' claws. Dey don't talk or nuffin' 'eaver. We got a couple ded 'uns an an uver un in dat squig pen. A Doks don't know wat dey are, but I do! Dey is weedy gitz, cause if dey need fouw 'ands to do wat I do wiff two den deys vewy weedy gitz!
So, get mo bitz!
Dakkaslag Ouwt!
++++End Transmission++++
Tau
No Tau have been sighted since the destruction of their crashed vessel by the Necrons some days ago. Whether they are all dead or simply hiding has not yet been determined.
Tyranids
Driven from many of its prey-territories, the Hive Mind considered its situation.
The mind-song prey was intent on destroying its forces, this much was certain from their actions and the reports of its slave-creatures, but the fleshless ones had offered it the remains of the mind-song prey if it remained off the ship-world. It didn’t particularly care about the tainted ship-world anyways, prey was abundant on the actual planet.
The Hive Mind had accepted this offering from the inedible ones, and would wait to see how well they honored the bargain. Soon, it would be quite occupied with the mind-song prey...