Tiberius Xorn looked out across the frozen wastes from the safety of the parapet, the local Imperial Guard garrison had been so easy to bend to the will of Grandfather Nurgle. A gentle throb had started in his temple, something was going to happen, he could feel it. He squeezed his eyes close, then the vision hit him. He turned to the Guardsmen behind him, “We are about to have visitors, get rid of them.” The Guardsmen swiftly saluted and turned away, Xorn turned back to stare at the wastes..
Without warning the sky screeched, thunder rumbled across the heavens, amongst the ruins blood began to seep through the stones. Then reality warped and twisted and was torn asunder, through this rent arrow-shaped jetbikes appeared, once reality had gripped the bikes they momentarily pauses, the lead rider quickly looked round, his gaze finally settling on the distant buildings, with a quick nod to the other bikes now appearing around him, he pointed the nose of his bike towards his target and shot forward, swiftly followed by the others..
The Dark Eldar had moved quicker than Xorn had thought possible, they had already overrun the outer defences, and their jetbikes were circling the base, picking off straggling Guardsmen, this was not going to plan, Nurgle would not be happy, not happy at all.
She appeared from nowhere, a vision of beauty,red hair trailing behind her like the tail of a comet, the only thing spoiling this beauty was the blood and gore that she was drenched in, the remains of Xorn’s guard, still he did have some men left to protect him, and she did seem to be wounded, he smiled and simply said, “Fire.”
To be continued..