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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Swarm-fall

The wind is dry as it blows over the face of the Desecrator. The massive beast gazed across the planet's surface, taking in and evaluating the course of action to take. This planet is full of small, forested areas, rich in biomass. As the sun begins to set, the tyrant reaches out through his synaptic influence to instruct the nearby ripper swarms to begin the initial consumption of material. As the small beasts began to tunnel and devour, the other digestion-beasts began their own grisly work, as the Hive Mind commands. 
Suddenly, through the synapse connecting the tyrant to the rest of the army, he sees through a hormagaunts eyes. Humanoids, blasting and burning away at the swarms of rippers just on the other side of the ridge. The Hive Mind commands for a local tervigon to begin advancing with its brood beginning to awake within it. As the alien forces start to destroy entire broods of hormagaunts, the tervigon unleashed its dormant brood of termigaunts and a carnifex begins to bombard the enemy with stranglethorn seeds from afar. 
The sun sets as the Desecrator opens his wings and takes flight, heading to the front of battle. As he swoops over the edge of the ridge, the tervigon is slain by the onslaught of fire from the enemy forces. The tyrant directs the hibernating mawlock to wake for the feast. The mawlock erupts from the ground, swallowing nearly two full squads at once. Living ammunition fills the night air as well as the shots from enemy weapons. The Hive Mind drops a spore from orbit onto the battlefield and out emerged a copy of the creature that has haunted the enemy race, the Doom of Malan'tai. The very souls of the enemy begin to be devoured as a brood of genestealers and their broodlord emerge from the darkness. The Desecrator gives the telepathic sygnal and another creature emerges from the night. A lictor, bent on hunting the psycher of the enemy forces, Deathleaper. As the forces collide, the enemy warlord, adorned in blazing armor, steps forward to challenge the Desecrator. The opponent enters into combat with the tyrant, as both exchange mighty blows. The tyrant can sense that the battle is over, the enemy forces are routed or dead, yet this one foe refused to relent. In one mighty blow, the fiery opponent brought his weapon down upon the tyrant's head. In that moment, the front line was dispersed, the synaptic link to the Hive Mind gone, but the Desecrator would be back, and this is far from over......



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