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Dawn
of the Wars
……….And as the vast host of
Amon Chakai surged forwards, bolts of darkness rained down from the skies and
from the battlements of SlythRa’s fortress. The Daemons screamed and twisted,
exploding in a kaleidoscope of colours. The titanic army of Amon Chakai
spanned all across the visible horizon and above it the multi-coloured sky
glistened as thousands of Demonic entities were sent screaming back into the
Realm of Chaos. In return, the army of
Tzeentch Daemons unleashed their own spells. Destructive magic’s crashing
against the fortress walls and incinerating the defenders. Winged monstrosities assaulted
the battlements from the air while the bulk of the army scaled the walls,
walls that writhed with uncountable Plague Bearers. Sorcerous explosions
erupted in the thick of the fighting as Daemon fought Daemon Such was the magnitude of the
power of the warp invoked that a great swirling black hole opened in the sky
above, to channel down the raw, dark energies. Within the back hole, the all
seeing eye of Tzeentch opened and stared down in amusement at the ongoing
battle. The foul wind of decay roared
over the battlefield, signalling the observing presence of father Nurgle. Then with a terrible screech,
the winged form of a Greater Daemon leapt up from the mass of Daemons
assaulting the walls. From the glowing staff it held in its hands, fiery
wrath rained down upon its diseased enemies. Amon Chakai soared higher and
higher, above the cloud line, until he reached the uppermost walkway between
the two tallest towers of the Fortress. Waiting for him there, was SlythRa
himself. Standing opposite each other,
neither Daemon spoke a word, as each knew that only one could have the power. On the ground below,
Daemons of both sides looked up as dark, rumbling storm clouds engulfed the
two towers. Lightning flashed and for an instant the silhouette of two
distant figures could be seen struggling in the heavens above. The storm was
about to begin………. |
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