Battle Report for game 2 of the Battle for Viridis Sileo mini-campaign is up on Disposable Income.
Wrap up:
It was a draw, with the Kabal of the Howling Gale and Splinter Fleet Orochi scoring equal objectives.
Anyway, more fluff.
The Prince of Pain stood laughing, a goblet of tarnished gold, filled to overflowing with a dark summervine clutched in his thin, pasty hands. Before him was a large window, allowing him to see the soon to be plundered world of Viridis Sileo from orbit.
"My Lord" whispered a deck hand, prostrating himself. "It is advisable to re-enter the Webway, sir. Our fleet cannot hope to hold off the Bio-Ships for much longer."
Zhai Mor turned away from the window, shielding his eyes from the silent explosion of one of his Torturer class escorts. Captained by the fool pilot who had dared to arrive late to their latest raid. A fitting punishment, the cost of several hundreds of loyal crew a minor one, at best.
"Allow me to enjoy my victory for a moment, churl. Capturing those supplies ensure we have enough food for the next few cycles." Spoke Prince Mor. "My Lord" said the deck hand, a look of anxiety and fear on his pale face. "We only secured half of the intercepted shipment before we had to pull out. The insects overwhelmed most of us, even your body guard and personal Venom where wiped out, as you no doubt saw. And, Lord, the supplies appear to be mon'kiegh munitions, not food. It there was some mistake."
"MISTAKE?" Howled the Prince, throwing his goblet with such force into the face of a nearby slave that is broke apart. "You dare accuse me of making a mistake?!" He growled, before delivering a swift kick to the deck hand's head. It was only then did he realize that the deck hand was one of his more competent Dracons. Loathing overwhelmed him, and he vomited it over the collapsed Eldar in the form of slurry of insults, before kicking in the man's teeth for good measure. "I do not make 'mistakes', Dracon, it was must have been one of you. Look here, one of the Reavers arrived with two crates, AND the mon'keigh pilot in hand. There was no mistake, only your incompetence." "My Lord" spat out the collapsed Dracon, through bleeding lips "The pilot is dead. It appears he was killed during the fighting. The remaining Haemunculus has informed me that the body was riddled with claw marks, full of our most deadly posoins, and his brain was half-way melted from what appears to have been a warp blast.
Zhai Mor turned to face the large window again, watching as a squadron of Razorwing Fighters engaged cluster of Tyrannid void-born flyers. "You are telling me that all we have to show for it are a few crates of worthless ammunition?" "Yes, my Lord" whispered the Dracon, just now standing. In a flash, the Prince of Pain had impaled the Dracon with his hidden agonizer, concentrated agony flowing throw the violently shaking Eldar until his nerves burned out. "You there!" Cried Zhai Mor, pointing to a shocked deckhand with the rank of Syrabite. "Welcome to the Prince's Court, Dracon. First order of business, contact the mon'keigh ruler on the planet below. I believe we have some ammunition to sell to him"
The newly appointed Dracon began shouting orders in the razor sharp tongue of Low Commorragh's hellion gangers. It appears he was a former Hellion of some sort. No matter, thought the Prince, sitting down on his terrible throne as a holo-image of a frightened, ape like mon'keigh appeared on the main projector screen on the bridge.
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Monday, March 14, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Aboard Damnation's Laughter, capitol ship of the Prince of Pain
More campaign stuff. This little bit takes place in the webway, a day after the Howling Gale's failed assault on Demeter City.
Zhai Mor sat, brooding, on his throne aboard his capitial ship, Damnation's Laughter. A human supplicant served as a footstool, supporting the Prince of Pain's bladed boots on his back.
I look out over my domain, the bridge of my ship, at the worthless dregs that pass for a crew, maning thier work stations, toiling away. I sense them trying to plot against me. This failed invasion was now doubt Shalreen's doing, yes. He bribed my bodyguard, and obviusly tampered with my prized venom. I call out "Mandovil, fetch lord Shalreen, and call my court to order." The sniveling fool runs off, to deliver my message, on foot. It is not fitting for one of my station to speak with the scum beneath me, but one must make sacrifices. I had to sell a ship full of my least favorite slaves to the damned Haemunculi covens to acquire the service of Shalreen and his flesh beasts, I wish to see my investment returned.
Lord Haemunculus Shalreen Slithered unto the Damnation's bridge, bowing deeply. "Your grace" he whispered from thin, parched lips. "Shalreen, tidings to you" spoke Mor, with a grand wave of his arm "What wonderful luck that you survived our...forray, into the planet below, your compatriot was not so lucky." "It was not luck lord, he was a fool, and weak." "Indeed, like these people, for insatnce" Spat Mor, pointing to a cage, shrouded in darkness. With a gesture, the darkness dissaperared, and within the figures of the Prince of Pain's personal guard where seen, sripped of thier clothing, tied together with crude ropse of human skin. "Like these men, for instance, who failed to rpotect from the insectiod swarm, turning tail and fleeing while I had to fight my way to a human vessel,forced to ride back to this very ship in what those apes call a ship? Or perhaps, they where bribed, paid to flee> Hrm? Perhaps someone, who is no longer here, decided to take a chance and remove me? Tell me, Lord haemunculus, who would have the most to gain from that?"
I see the worm pause, thinking of an excuse, another lie, but no, I will not hear his words. "Come here, Lord Haemunculus, inspect the traitors." I say, pointing to the cage. I watch him slither over, with caution, examining it. Little does he know that when he closes on it...HE DID IT. "AHAHAHAHAHAH, Shalreen, you are trikced far to easily" I burst into laughter, pressing an activation rune on my throne, which throws up a force field, covering the Haemunculus and the cage. "Now then, tell me, did your coven seek to betray me? My fleet is, admittedly, small, we have no great resources, why me?"
Shalreen scream with all his might "We honored our deal! We honored our deal!", but it cannot be heard through the barrier. "Silence then? You choose to hide those who would do me harm?" said Mor, glaring. "Very well, look behind you." Turning his head, Shalreen's beady, bloodshot eyes widen in terror. The space he is standing on is actually an airlock, hidden by a holo-field of some kind. Mor moves his hand to another ruin, pressing and. The lock opens, hurling the screaming Haemunculus, along with the trapped Trueborn bodyguards, into the void of the webway.
"Mandovil"I shout. "Make a course for these coordinates, I have heard of a large shipment of goods. Munitions and food, being sent by ground on the planet below. Perhaps, if we are lucky, and can capture it for ourselves, the slaves shall not have to be eaten. Our food supply is running rather low.
Zhai Mor sat, brooding, on his throne aboard his capitial ship, Damnation's Laughter. A human supplicant served as a footstool, supporting the Prince of Pain's bladed boots on his back.
I look out over my domain, the bridge of my ship, at the worthless dregs that pass for a crew, maning thier work stations, toiling away. I sense them trying to plot against me. This failed invasion was now doubt Shalreen's doing, yes. He bribed my bodyguard, and obviusly tampered with my prized venom. I call out "Mandovil, fetch lord Shalreen, and call my court to order." The sniveling fool runs off, to deliver my message, on foot. It is not fitting for one of my station to speak with the scum beneath me, but one must make sacrifices. I had to sell a ship full of my least favorite slaves to the damned Haemunculi covens to acquire the service of Shalreen and his flesh beasts, I wish to see my investment returned.
Lord Haemunculus Shalreen Slithered unto the Damnation's bridge, bowing deeply. "Your grace" he whispered from thin, parched lips. "Shalreen, tidings to you" spoke Mor, with a grand wave of his arm "What wonderful luck that you survived our...forray, into the planet below, your compatriot was not so lucky." "It was not luck lord, he was a fool, and weak." "Indeed, like these people, for insatnce" Spat Mor, pointing to a cage, shrouded in darkness. With a gesture, the darkness dissaperared, and within the figures of the Prince of Pain's personal guard where seen, sripped of thier clothing, tied together with crude ropse of human skin. "Like these men, for instance, who failed to rpotect from the insectiod swarm, turning tail and fleeing while I had to fight my way to a human vessel,forced to ride back to this very ship in what those apes call a ship? Or perhaps, they where bribed, paid to flee> Hrm? Perhaps someone, who is no longer here, decided to take a chance and remove me? Tell me, Lord haemunculus, who would have the most to gain from that?"
I see the worm pause, thinking of an excuse, another lie, but no, I will not hear his words. "Come here, Lord Haemunculus, inspect the traitors." I say, pointing to the cage. I watch him slither over, with caution, examining it. Little does he know that when he closes on it...HE DID IT. "AHAHAHAHAHAH, Shalreen, you are trikced far to easily" I burst into laughter, pressing an activation rune on my throne, which throws up a force field, covering the Haemunculus and the cage. "Now then, tell me, did your coven seek to betray me? My fleet is, admittedly, small, we have no great resources, why me?"
Shalreen scream with all his might "We honored our deal! We honored our deal!", but it cannot be heard through the barrier. "Silence then? You choose to hide those who would do me harm?" said Mor, glaring. "Very well, look behind you." Turning his head, Shalreen's beady, bloodshot eyes widen in terror. The space he is standing on is actually an airlock, hidden by a holo-field of some kind. Mor moves his hand to another ruin, pressing and. The lock opens, hurling the screaming Haemunculus, along with the trapped Trueborn bodyguards, into the void of the webway.
"Mandovil"I shout. "Make a course for these coordinates, I have heard of a large shipment of goods. Munitions and food, being sent by ground on the planet below. Perhaps, if we are lucky, and can capture it for ourselves, the slaves shall not have to be eaten. Our food supply is running rather low.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
1850 Dark Eldar vs. Tyranids, Assault on Outer Demeter
First game of the campaign for Viridis Sileo, using the Planetstrike rule set, specifically the Planetfall Scenario.
The lists:
DE 1850, The Prince of Pain's Court
HQ: Zhai Mor, the Prince of Pain (counts as Duke Sliscus) 150
Haemunculus Agaith Dannam, webway portal, 85
Haemunculus Sheeshran Shalreen, scissorhand, liquefier gun 75
Elites:
10x Hekatrix Bloodbrides (the Brides of Khaine) 3 hydra gauntlets, Syren, agonizer, 190
4x Kabalite Trueborn (the Prince's Posse), 2x Shardcarbines, 2x Splintercannons 78
Venom, additional Splintercannon, night shield, 75
6x Incubi of the Shrine of the Jaged Fang, Klaivex, Onslaught 162
4x Grotesques, liquifier gun, Aberration with Scissorhand 175
Raider, night shield, 70
6x Harlequins, all with Kisses, shadow seer 158
Troops:
10x Kabalite Warriors, splintercannon, Designate "Searing Arrow" 100
Raider, Splinter racks, nightshield 80
10x Kabalite Warriors, splinter cannon, Designate "Hornet's Sting" 100
Raider, Splinter racks, nightshield, 80
9x Wracks, liquifier gun 100
Raider, night shield 80
Tyranids 1850
HQ:
The Horror of Demeter (Hive Tyrant, 2x TL Devourer with Brainleech worms, winges, Hive Commander
Elites:
9x Ymgarl Genestealers
9x Ymgarl Genestealers
Troops:
20 Termagants with Devourers
20 Termagants with Devourers
Fast Attack:
4x Shrikes
Heavy Support:
3x Trygon
Both armies are held completely in reserve, with the exception of the two termagant units, hiding in their captured bastions, while Haemunuculus Dannam, with the 4 grotesque unit in the raider, deployed in my table edge.
Pre-turn 1 firestorm failed to harm anything other than successfully immobilizing the bastions, as well as stopping them from shooting for a turn. Attacker gets turn one, and with reserves coming in on turn 1, with a reserve roll of a 3+. Thanks to that, my entire army comes in turn one, which actually worked against me, as my Webway Portal was rendered useless and several fragile units had to hoof it across the board.
Heres the board after my turn one, after Haemunuclus Dannam disembarked and dropped the portal, and everyone moved/ran. with the harlequins hiding from the red bunker's firing points.
Turn 1: Nids.
The entire tyranid army comes in, deep striking near almost all my units, with two trygons bursting from the ground just inches from my line of raiders, while another trygon appears in front of the Prince's ride. Two hidden broods of Ymgarl genestealers appear from their hiding places and run towards my Grotesques.
A burst of Devourer fire from a the bug-bastion mounted Termagants wipe out the Harlequins before they can do much of anything, while bursts of electricity from the clustered trygons blows up the Searing Arrow's raider, and kills four of them.
Turn 2: DE
The Prince's ride drives forward, and with the combined fire of all the Prince's posse and his custom venom, the trygon lumbering in front of him is reduced to a single wound, while combined fire from the Hornet's Sting and the Searing Arrow inflicts several wounds on trygon rumber1.
Turn 2:Nids
Trygon number one launches another bio-electric pulse, blowing the Hornet's Sting's raider to smithereens, killing 4 of the Dark Kin in the explosion. The Hive Tryant opens fire on the Incubi hiding behind a hill, killing all but one.
The a Ymgarl genestealer brood assaults Dannam's Grotesques, but they fail to get the first strike, and the Grotesques kill 4 of them, while the 'stealers inflict 2 wound on the unit, which are absorbed the the hulking physiques of the Grotesques. Across the board, trygon number 3 slice's the Prince's ride in two, leaving a smoking crater and five very angry dark eldar.
Turn 3 (lots of stuff happened this turn, so Its all being written like it happened at once)
The Prince's posse open fire on Trygon 3 wounding it, as the Prince hurls himself into combat with the towering creature, stabbing it in its armored chest, the potent venom on his blades eating through flesh and chitin, killing the Trygon. Combined fire from the Searing Arrow and the Hornet's sting kills Trygon One. The Bloodbrides assault Trygon Two, killing it in a flurry of stabbing blades and poisoned whips, in it;s death throws it pulverizes three Bloodbrides, the remaining ones attempt to move into cover.
The Shrikes fly on top of a hill, and open fire on Haemunculus Shalreen and his wrack's, killing several. The Hive Tryant moves into combat with Dannam's Grotesques, who lose all but one of their number.
Turn 4:
The Prince runs forward, confident in his shadwofield's power to protect him. The remnants of the Searing Arrow and the Hornet's sting wipe out the second brood of Ymgarls, before the Hornet's sting is shot to death by Termagant fire. The Prince and his squad come under fire from over 60 devourer shots, and the Prince is lost in a hail of fire.The Hive Tyrant kills the last Grotesque, and Haemunculus Shalreen flees the battle, while Haemunculus Dannam is torn to shreds, along with his Wracks, by the Shrikes.
Due to time constraints, we called it here, with the Dark Eldar's raid on the burning city thwarted by it's new, hungry defenders. Its a bad planet, it's a bug planet.
The lists:
DE 1850, The Prince of Pain's Court
HQ: Zhai Mor, the Prince of Pain (counts as Duke Sliscus) 150
Haemunculus Agaith Dannam, webway portal, 85
Haemunculus Sheeshran Shalreen, scissorhand, liquefier gun 75
Elites:
10x Hekatrix Bloodbrides (the Brides of Khaine) 3 hydra gauntlets, Syren, agonizer, 190
4x Kabalite Trueborn (the Prince's Posse), 2x Shardcarbines, 2x Splintercannons 78
Venom, additional Splintercannon, night shield, 75
6x Incubi of the Shrine of the Jaged Fang, Klaivex, Onslaught 162
4x Grotesques, liquifier gun, Aberration with Scissorhand 175
Raider, night shield, 70
6x Harlequins, all with Kisses, shadow seer 158
Troops:
10x Kabalite Warriors, splintercannon, Designate "Searing Arrow" 100
Raider, Splinter racks, nightshield 80
10x Kabalite Warriors, splinter cannon, Designate "Hornet's Sting" 100
Raider, Splinter racks, nightshield, 80
9x Wracks, liquifier gun 100
Raider, night shield 80
Tyranids 1850
HQ:
The Horror of Demeter (Hive Tyrant, 2x TL Devourer with Brainleech worms, winges, Hive Commander
Elites:
9x Ymgarl Genestealers
9x Ymgarl Genestealers
Troops:
20 Termagants with Devourers
20 Termagants with Devourers
Fast Attack:
4x Shrikes
Heavy Support:
3x Trygon
Both armies are held completely in reserve, with the exception of the two termagant units, hiding in their captured bastions, while Haemunuculus Dannam, with the 4 grotesque unit in the raider, deployed in my table edge.
Pre-turn 1 firestorm failed to harm anything other than successfully immobilizing the bastions, as well as stopping them from shooting for a turn. Attacker gets turn one, and with reserves coming in on turn 1, with a reserve roll of a 3+. Thanks to that, my entire army comes in turn one, which actually worked against me, as my Webway Portal was rendered useless and several fragile units had to hoof it across the board.
Heres the board after my turn one, after Haemunuclus Dannam disembarked and dropped the portal, and everyone moved/ran. with the harlequins hiding from the red bunker's firing points.
Turn 1: Nids.
The entire tyranid army comes in, deep striking near almost all my units, with two trygons bursting from the ground just inches from my line of raiders, while another trygon appears in front of the Prince's ride. Two hidden broods of Ymgarl genestealers appear from their hiding places and run towards my Grotesques.
A burst of Devourer fire from a the bug-bastion mounted Termagants wipe out the Harlequins before they can do much of anything, while bursts of electricity from the clustered trygons blows up the Searing Arrow's raider, and kills four of them.
Turn 2: DE
The Prince's ride drives forward, and with the combined fire of all the Prince's posse and his custom venom, the trygon lumbering in front of him is reduced to a single wound, while combined fire from the Hornet's Sting and the Searing Arrow inflicts several wounds on trygon rumber1.
Turn 2:Nids
Trygon number one launches another bio-electric pulse, blowing the Hornet's Sting's raider to smithereens, killing 4 of the Dark Kin in the explosion. The Hive Tryant opens fire on the Incubi hiding behind a hill, killing all but one.
The a Ymgarl genestealer brood assaults Dannam's Grotesques, but they fail to get the first strike, and the Grotesques kill 4 of them, while the 'stealers inflict 2 wound on the unit, which are absorbed the the hulking physiques of the Grotesques. Across the board, trygon number 3 slice's the Prince's ride in two, leaving a smoking crater and five very angry dark eldar.
Turn 3 (lots of stuff happened this turn, so Its all being written like it happened at once)
The Prince's posse open fire on Trygon 3 wounding it, as the Prince hurls himself into combat with the towering creature, stabbing it in its armored chest, the potent venom on his blades eating through flesh and chitin, killing the Trygon. Combined fire from the Searing Arrow and the Hornet's sting kills Trygon One. The Bloodbrides assault Trygon Two, killing it in a flurry of stabbing blades and poisoned whips, in it;s death throws it pulverizes three Bloodbrides, the remaining ones attempt to move into cover.
The Shrikes fly on top of a hill, and open fire on Haemunculus Shalreen and his wrack's, killing several. The Hive Tryant moves into combat with Dannam's Grotesques, who lose all but one of their number.
Turn 4:
The Prince runs forward, confident in his shadwofield's power to protect him. The remnants of the Searing Arrow and the Hornet's sting wipe out the second brood of Ymgarls, before the Hornet's sting is shot to death by Termagant fire. The Prince and his squad come under fire from over 60 devourer shots, and the Prince is lost in a hail of fire.The Hive Tyrant kills the last Grotesque, and Haemunculus Shalreen flees the battle, while Haemunculus Dannam is torn to shreds, along with his Wracks, by the Shrikes.
Due to time constraints, we called it here, with the Dark Eldar's raid on the burning city thwarted by it's new, hungry defenders. Its a bad planet, it's a bug planet.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Mini-campaign, the Battle for Viridis Sileo
Going to be starting a mini-campaign (of about 4-5 games) with Mike Monigan from Disposable Income (see link on the side bar), taking place on the agri-world of Viridis Sileo. Basic plan:
Opening Game: Planet Strike
Games 2-4: Using Astrnomi-con scenarios (found here)
Game 5: ????
Anyway, I have taken it upon myself to write up a bit of fluff for our campaign.
The Fall of Viridis Sileo, Part One
CASE FILE: 114:87G:YY6:Seg
Ordo Xenos Tempestus
Authority Code: *********************
Account of the Tyranid xenos breed siege of [GE class agri-world Viridis Sileo, Tempestus Segmentum]as told by Confessor Varro Oridiaus (of the Church of the Emperor Beneficent, in Demeter, planetary capitol [estimated population of 6.9 million]
6113978.M41
It was a warm day, it was always a warm day in Demeter. I rose early, before the sun, to ready the chapel for the morning sermon. Let it be known that the men and women of Demeter where a pious people, I regularly had a congregation of 50 or so in my small chapel, and many of my brothers in the Ecclesiarchey told me of the large numbers of the faithful that would great each dawn with a prayer to the Emperor on their lips, and His light in their hearts.
Opening the slates covering the only window in my modest cell, I was greeted by a storm wracked sky. The sky lacked the yellow tint it would acquire before a storm, and i felt that there was something altogether wrong with what I was seeing.
Then it began. The very air of our home was screaming. The awful noise, by the Throne you cannot imagine the noise.
Or the screams. The screams of the dying, of women, of children, of men, torn asunder by the foul daemons, for what else could these creatures be? Had we displeased the Emperor, had we not shown the proper piety? I do not know. What I do know is that our brave soldiers, the fiercest, toughest men our home could offer, where unable to stop the creatures from destroying our homes, our farms, our lives.
I was with a group of seventy or so of women, children, and men too old or sick to fight, in my chapel, which now served as a makeshift fortress. 20 Judges of the Arbites had barricaded the doors and windows, and had stationed patrols around the area. Here we waited, waited for help. But none arrived, only more of the beasts.
I had my first true look at one the daemons when they burst through the wood and steal barricade blocking the door to the chapel proper. It was a vile thing, pale, sickly skin, with a chitinous shell of a warped, unnatural purple. What it lacked for hands or paws it made up for in a pair of scything talons, large, vicious looking blades bursting from the ends of it's thin arms.
With a screech, it tore into the Arbites blocking the door, its claws cutting through armor and bone and flesh. But there wasn't just one, by the throne there where more than I could count. the numbers, you cannot imagine the numbers.
I hid, I hid beneath a pile of corpses, the corpses of the men, women, and children I was to cowardly to protect. Emperor save me, I hid, thinking the worst was over.
Then the swarms came.
+++++++Continue y/n++++++++
N
Extract file #114:87G:YY7:Seg
And thats the first bit I've got, more as the story develops. Play me off, keyboard cat.
Opening Game: Planet Strike
Games 2-4: Using Astrnomi-con scenarios (found here)
Game 5: ????
Anyway, I have taken it upon myself to write up a bit of fluff for our campaign.
The Fall of Viridis Sileo, Part One
CASE FILE: 114:87G:YY6:Seg
Ordo Xenos Tempestus
Authority Code: *********************
Account of the Tyranid xenos breed siege of [GE class agri-world Viridis Sileo, Tempestus Segmentum]as told by Confessor Varro Oridiaus (of the Church of the Emperor Beneficent, in Demeter, planetary capitol [estimated population of 6.9 million]
6113978.M41
It was a warm day, it was always a warm day in Demeter. I rose early, before the sun, to ready the chapel for the morning sermon. Let it be known that the men and women of Demeter where a pious people, I regularly had a congregation of 50 or so in my small chapel, and many of my brothers in the Ecclesiarchey told me of the large numbers of the faithful that would great each dawn with a prayer to the Emperor on their lips, and His light in their hearts.
Opening the slates covering the only window in my modest cell, I was greeted by a storm wracked sky. The sky lacked the yellow tint it would acquire before a storm, and i felt that there was something altogether wrong with what I was seeing.
Then it began. The very air of our home was screaming. The awful noise, by the Throne you cannot imagine the noise.
Or the screams. The screams of the dying, of women, of children, of men, torn asunder by the foul daemons, for what else could these creatures be? Had we displeased the Emperor, had we not shown the proper piety? I do not know. What I do know is that our brave soldiers, the fiercest, toughest men our home could offer, where unable to stop the creatures from destroying our homes, our farms, our lives.
I was with a group of seventy or so of women, children, and men too old or sick to fight, in my chapel, which now served as a makeshift fortress. 20 Judges of the Arbites had barricaded the doors and windows, and had stationed patrols around the area. Here we waited, waited for help. But none arrived, only more of the beasts.
I had my first true look at one the daemons when they burst through the wood and steal barricade blocking the door to the chapel proper. It was a vile thing, pale, sickly skin, with a chitinous shell of a warped, unnatural purple. What it lacked for hands or paws it made up for in a pair of scything talons, large, vicious looking blades bursting from the ends of it's thin arms.
With a screech, it tore into the Arbites blocking the door, its claws cutting through armor and bone and flesh. But there wasn't just one, by the throne there where more than I could count. the numbers, you cannot imagine the numbers.
I hid, I hid beneath a pile of corpses, the corpses of the men, women, and children I was to cowardly to protect. Emperor save me, I hid, thinking the worst was over.
Then the swarms came.
+++++++Continue y/n++++++++
N
Extract file #114:87G:YY7:Seg
And thats the first bit I've got, more as the story develops. Play me off, keyboard cat.
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