O Heresy, Sweet Heresy: A Tale of the Age of Darkness

[Larkyn]

"O Heresy, sweet Heresy, you've seen the gates. Now lead me through them"

 

[Twist3d]

Wow, that looks absolutely stunning, this is amazing!

[Pearson73]

Damn, the poor souls on the base...

[Larkyn]

 

"I feel the wind tonight
Cold
Under pale moonlight
Staring out through the soul of me
Dreaming of false reality"

 

The Champion started, roused from his reverie by an all-too-familiar sound; bolter fire. An echoing cry was taken up by the defenders of the bastion, "Third Legion!"

The bastard-Children were assaulting. Again.

The Champion unlimbered his axe, the eagle-headed weapon ready to taste the life-blood of the Traitors once more. Line captains and lieutenants barked orders, Legionaries of

the Seventh prepared their defenses well. Bolters, heavy bolters, lascannons, wall-guns, and everything in between sighted down the traitor lines. The Champion knew his own captain would be doing much the same for his men.

But he himself, he had no mission at this point. Not yet. Not until they gained a foothold. Not until they were within blade-reach. Then he would reap his bloody tally.

Silently, he hoped they would breach the wall today, cursing himself for those thoughts.