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[Prosperan Son]

The stench of blood was the first indication that something was wrong. The 69th Krieger's Regiment sifted through the ruins they had left behind in their wake, gunning down any remnants of resistance left. It had taken the better part of three months to break down this fortress upon Graxus VI.

The seeds of chaos had taken deep root within this world, spread about by large sect of cultist that had spread themselves through the industrial and agriculture sectors, inserted themselves within the PDF Command and even the adminstratum.When the cult known as the Children of Purgatory made their presence known, they had first started by bombing the Adeptus Arbites Precinct Head Quarters. In the confusing aftermath of the Explosions, the surviving arbites were gunned down by an entire battalion of traitor PDF troopers. Next the cult had burned the temples and shrines of the Emperor to the ground, hunting down priest and other members of the Eccliesiarchy and hanging their remains from atop the most prominent spires. They had proceeded to take control over the remaining populations through out Graxus VI.

It was not long before Imperial Retribution had arrived in the form of the 88th Infantry, 65th Siege Artillery, 32nd Siege, and 49th Armored Regiments of the Death Korp of Krieg. The following Campaign was sift and took over one year to clear the entire planet, save for Capital City of Prathios. The remaining forces of Chaos had consolidated themselves entirely within this last bastion, fortifying for the coming siege. It took only three months to break through and the Army of Kriegers were now sweeping the streets and ruins, cleaning up the aftermath of the their final bombardment.

But the Children of Purgatory, in their last attempt at defiance had performed the most infernal of actions.Either in an attempt to save themselves, or offer their gods a final praise. They had sacrificed what little of their number remained to summon forth true Children of the Gods. The first sign was the stench of Blood. It was too strong for even the amount of bodies strewn about the city. The Second indication was when dozens of reports of muttering and whispers had begun to spread across the companies, and even along the vox networks. The Third and most prominent indicator was when the Kriegers had started to turn their guns upon one another. Men were screaming incoherently, shouting in rage, their aggression suddenly rising out of no where. That is when the Crimson Cohort had brought themselves forth.


Kraussus Squad was hiding within the ruins of one of the buildings, overlooking the dozens of outbreaks and infighting spread through out the streets as Kriegers turned upon Kriegers. A spray of las peppered the wall next to Kraussus, another squad marching through the building, gunning down as many of their own as they could.

[Armoured Priest]

Kraussus tries to take cover from the oncoming group of Kreigers. They were kriegers, but like so many others, something has gotten a hold of them. He racked the pump of his shotgun after loading buckshot into the breach, a weapon he had to pick up once his issued hellgun ran out of energy, and he has used the firearm since then. He pops around the corner and fired at one of the fallen guardsmen.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 79 (79)

[Prosperan Son]

The shells hit true and one of the Kriegers is knocked straight off of his feet, a gaping crater in his abdomen. True to reputation, he didn't make any noise, embracing his death as blood pools around him.

His allies, uncaring of their comrade respond in kind, spraying your corner with a flurry of lasrounds. They all miss, however, the real surprise is when a frag grenade rolls over the floor.

[Armoured Priest]

Taking cover behind the corner of the ferrocrete wall, Kraussus almost did not heard the metallic klink of the grenade landing near him. Without hesitation, Kraussus tries to kick the explosive back down the hall away from him before the fuse within burned down.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 83 (83)

[Prosperan Son]

Your kick sends the hand-held explosive hurtling into the air. It flies high, hitting the top of the ceiling before landing right in front of the tainted Kriegers. The moment it hits the ground, it goes off. The explosive forces shreds two of the kriegers to bits, hurtling the other two across the floor. The fallen soldiers, bleeding from over a dozen shrapnel wounds, attempt to rise to their feet. Their blood lust yet to be sated.

[Armoured Priest]

Seeing the opportunity that his improvised action has made, Kraussus moves around the corner and down the hall to the wounded kriegers. He fires a shell at each of them to put them out of their heretical existence.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 80 (80)
1d100 rolled for a total of: 94 (94)

[Prosperan Son]

One round takes off the jaw and throat of one of Kriegers, who falls to the floor, grasping at his mangled throat. The other round punches a hole through the other's chest, breaking ribs and puncturing his lungs.

The fighting outside grows louder as more and more men lose their minds and open fire on their once comrades. Strangely the smell of Blood and Iron grows even stronger and stronger, and a buzz forms at the back of Kraussus mind.

[Armoured Priest]

Kraussus hits the side of his helmet on his head as the buzzing started. He doesn't know what it was, but he knows that the others heard it before they started their frenzy. "Nien, not me." he said to himself. He stands back up straight as he moves on. He didn't know where to go next, but anywhere but here was better to him.