Ragnarokk 666 - Day of the Tentackle

Anaxagoram Lukrets stood tall in the ruined church. He wasn't really one of Abbaddon's Lords, but he had estinguished himself from the time we painted our armour black and thus he'd gotten to oversee the Ritual of Reckoning here at Ragnarokk 666. Well, I guess it's really a series of rituals, otherwise we'd get a stronger force, no? As the air started to crackle and the lights fluttered, he commanded us to stand in circles, probarly to confuse any attackers. We knew the false emperor's lapdogs were arriving, the eight-pointed star willing; to late to make a difference, but a chapter called the 'Guardian Angels' should be in our vicinity, according to Anaxagoras. As he mentioned the chaptername we could hear his daemonic muscles tvinge beneath his powerarmour.

As the Ritual unfolded, we kept our watch and tried to stay focused on defending the site, but the air was filled with daemonic energy and mystical, enchanting voices trailed the winds that intensifyed around us. Champion Caramos lead the prayers with great fervor and didn't even take notice when the roars of a tracked vehicle's engine broke through the cacophony of the angelic choir that partly existed in our minds. Brother Tegemnon pointed out the scouts coming forwards thorough the ruins of an old block and we felled a good part of the nearest with our missile launchers. The other squad suffered some suppressive fire, before they opened up with their own, inluding the storms from a heavy bolter. They must have watched us for a while, because they wasted no time identifying and attacking the group chanting.


Meanwhile, the tank had taken refuge behind some tall ruins. Anaxagoras commanded us to flank to get clear shots for the 'command rhino', as he called it. At the same time a drop-pod landed behind us, and a squad of marines brandishing chainswords and bolt pistols emerged. Before they got organized enough for an assault they were fired upon by Ahkilas' squaud and beset upon by Anaxagoras himself, who also ordered us 'havocs' into the fray. Anaxagoras lept in with his powersword blazing and hacked at the outmatched emperor's hound. We managed to hold the squad in position, though, as they had managed to leave our Lord out on a limb, cleaverly retreating before they to were felled by his mighty strikes.

A lone scout used his missile launcher to fire against those chanting, clearly they were briefed on what was important for their pitiful Imperium. His hand with the launcher was not the best, however, as the missiles fired twice fell short. Then the sound of a broken sound wall and an explosion that left a great crater not 100 yards from our position. They were employing melta-torpedos from a battle barge, locked in on the building of the Ritual itself! Clearly this spelt trouble! Akhilas' squad moved back towards the scouts in the ruin, while suffering fire directed at the ruined monastary. Once more, a torpedo from above smashed into and exploded even closer than the first, this time between the scouts and the ruined monastary.

The survivor of the 'veteran squad', brandishing his own powersword, back against the drop-pod, fought valiantly, I'll give the filthy dog that. He had felled three brothers when Anaxagoras got in reach of him, a few moments later he lay dying beneath the drop pod, scorching ravines in his armour. As we were commanded to take up position to fire at the Command Rhino, I saw Anaxagoras bend over the body of the felled seargent.

Clearly Slaneesh, the Keeper of Secrets, was pleased with our endeavors: A coven of Daemonettes arrived from the icon of Akhilas and soon set their eyes out for the young scouts in the ruins. As they appeared the lone scout fired his missile launcher with a hit that seemed like it would hit it's target, but a maelstrom of daemonic energy swept the missile away. Champion Akhilas managed to implore the daemonettes to set their eyes for the lone scout, as he seemed the most capable of disrupting the Ritual. The other scouts started fireing on the daemonettes, clearly sceptical of entering into a close-quarters fight with the talons and blades of the slaneeshi vixens.

Then disaster struck! I only felt someone slam into me, then the warp energies were silenced, before a mettallic rupture sent my power armour's systems on overload. As I got back on my feet I saw Anaxagoras lay with his power armour melted besides brother Oddyevs. Brother Geremnos seemed to have escaped the melta-torpedo and had already aimed his laucher for the Command Rhino. I did the same and noticed Anaxagoras point a charred finger towards the vehicle.

At the same time we glanced the Rhino, the daemonettes entered the building of the lone scout. His death screams seemed to fuel the energies in the air and we rather 'felt' than heared his screams. A lone figure of authority set out for the building of the daemonettes, his armour shining bright as of the knights of mythical history. The remaining scout squad moved forward and started fireing at Akhilas' squad, but the supremacy of powerarmoured troopers soon proved itselft and while the commanding marine staggered out from the ruins, most probarly after victoriously sending the daemonettes back to the warp, the scouts were charged by Akhilas' squad and quickly succombed to the overwhelming close-combat power of our legionares. As the commander closed against the ruined monastary, he took refuge in a crater the meltabombs had created. His battered form showed great gashes in his armour and obviously he'd lost a lot of blood in the battle against the daemonettes. He was quickly dispatched in a torrent of fire, his body lying still in the swirling enegies that seemed to only get stronger as the Ritual neared it's conclusion...

In a joint effort we and the squad of Akhilas manouvered the Command Rhino into a deadlock, and in a fit of desperation it tried to run over Akhilas' squad, but his powerfist made short process of it. Simultaniously, a melta-torpedo hit just outside the monastary were the Ritual neared it's conclusion. As I looked up from my missile laucher's sights, I spotted Lord Anaxagoras stumbling over to the body of the Guardian Angels' Commander. As he bent down, as if to listen to the last words or administer the last oil, like the chaplains of the loyalists, the earth started to shake violently. Some pillars in the monastary crumpled and more of the ruined city fell apart by the enormous warp-energies that stormed around us and protected us from further bombardment. I saw Anaxagoras administer the "mercy blow" to the commander and then he staggered over to me, his tattered armour hung in laces upon him. He got me to remove my helmet and the tornado of deamonic screams and warped winds assaulted my bare senses, while the commander used the microphone in my helmet to contact the HQ. "My Lord," he said. "The Ritual is complete."

It felt like aeons before we got the situation report.

Then we heard the voice of our Warlord... and got to know Ragnarokk's Fate.