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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 13, 2014
Hector stumbled painfully over the wet log, blood leaking over his armour from the huge puncture in his side. "Filthy xeno... How could I have been so weak..." His voice hoarse and strained from the pain. Rain drops patter against his helm and armour, creating a incessant rythm that set his teeth on edge.
Two years had passed since the first Imperial ships made landfall on the continent. The Imperial Guard's rapid assault deployments took the first few countries by storm. The Elysian Sky Guard, riders of great metallic beasts, the Psyker brotherhood, the corps of magicians raining fire and lighting, and the Great Imperial Titans. Massive machines dozens of feet tall, bristling with seige and dragon hunting weapons. Countless other forces stormed through the countryside. The human kingdom of Surda was the first to fall, their feeble resistance shattered and a puppet king installed on the throne.
The Elves and dwarves were similarly shocked by the sheer violence of the Imperium's forces, those that weren't killed forced back into their respective homelands.
Now the Imperials occupied a huge swath of land, from the fortress city fo Gi'lead in the north, the the dwarven underground carven of Dalgon in the east. The imperials ruled the land with an iron fist, killing or imprisoning non-humans or annihilating entire human settlements at the first sign of rebellion. Driving surviving opponents into the forests of Du WeldenVarden or the mountains of Boer. Some even fled into the hadarac desert to escape the great warmachine that was the Imperium.
It looked to be an easy conquest, another to add to the Empire's territory. And then the Rider's came. Hundreds of riders, flying on dragons far superior to the Imperium's own. They stopped the Imperial armies in their tracks, scorching thousands of Guard, tearing down Skyguard dragons, the riders matched the Psykers spell for spell and dragons tore Titans to the ground.
The Elves, Dwarves, Humans and all other races emboldened by this began a counter offensive and this is where Inquisitor Lord Hector Rex found himself.
He had been leading a contingent of Imperial shock troops through an unexplored section of Alagaesia in search of a path past the powerful wards protecting the elven Forests. A lone rider and his dragon came upon them. A powerful foe, this rider was no mere trainee. Annihilating a squad of veteran shock troopers before turning to face Hector himself. A bloody duel later, dragon and rider laid dead side by side and Hector slid unto the undergrowth of the forest, mindful of the wrath the riders would bring upon the slayer of their comrade.
But he could run no more, three days of little sleep or sustence accompanied by his many wounds had taken it's toll and Hector collapsed on the damp ground. Letting rain and wind wail upon his battered body, he closed his eyes. "If this is the will of the Emperor... then so be it..." The inqusitor muttered tiredly and then-
Blackness.
Two years had passed since the first Imperial ships made landfall on the continent. The Imperial Guard's rapid assault deployments took the first few countries by storm. The Elysian Sky Guard, riders of great metallic beasts, the Psyker brotherhood, the corps of magicians raining fire and lighting, and the Great Imperial Titans. Massive machines dozens of feet tall, bristling with seige and dragon hunting weapons. Countless other forces stormed through the countryside. The human kingdom of Surda was the first to fall, their feeble resistance shattered and a puppet king installed on the throne.
The Elves and dwarves were similarly shocked by the sheer violence of the Imperium's forces, those that weren't killed forced back into their respective homelands.
Now the Imperials occupied a huge swath of land, from the fortress city fo Gi'lead in the north, the the dwarven underground carven of Dalgon in the east. The imperials ruled the land with an iron fist, killing or imprisoning non-humans or annihilating entire human settlements at the first sign of rebellion. Driving surviving opponents into the forests of Du WeldenVarden or the mountains of Boer. Some even fled into the hadarac desert to escape the great warmachine that was the Imperium.
It looked to be an easy conquest, another to add to the Empire's territory. And then the Rider's came. Hundreds of riders, flying on dragons far superior to the Imperium's own. They stopped the Imperial armies in their tracks, scorching thousands of Guard, tearing down Skyguard dragons, the riders matched the Psykers spell for spell and dragons tore Titans to the ground.
The Elves, Dwarves, Humans and all other races emboldened by this began a counter offensive and this is where Inquisitor Lord Hector Rex found himself.
He had been leading a contingent of Imperial shock troops through an unexplored section of Alagaesia in search of a path past the powerful wards protecting the elven Forests. A lone rider and his dragon came upon them. A powerful foe, this rider was no mere trainee. Annihilating a squad of veteran shock troopers before turning to face Hector himself. A bloody duel later, dragon and rider laid dead side by side and Hector slid unto the undergrowth of the forest, mindful of the wrath the riders would bring upon the slayer of their comrade.
But he could run no more, three days of little sleep or sustence accompanied by his many wounds had taken it's toll and Hector collapsed on the damp ground. Letting rain and wind wail upon his battered body, he closed his eyes. "If this is the will of the Emperor... then so be it..." The inqusitor muttered tiredly and then-
Blackness.
