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[Prosperan Son]

Chaos. The Gods. The Warp. They are all the same. Powerful entities of another dimension that mirrors our own. There are creatures whose essence is formed by our own human emotion. Entities that deal in shadow play, slaughter, magic, and so many more. Beings that could bring a lowly guttter rat to a position of high power, or transform him into a writhing mass of mutation . Such is the cost of victory and failure.

However, as vastly powerful as these beings, they are fickle Gods. Their moods and temperaments incomprehensible, and more often then not the fight amongst one another. And like any God, they have followers, who wage the same war....

The sound of battle rang all around Thugren and Gorgiras, who stood at the center of a ringing mass of carnage and slaughter, as another wave of Khorne's rabid dogs threw themselves at the Blood Gorgons entrenched position. Three times, the Berserkers had charged the lines, and three times they had been beaten back. However, no matter how many screaming cultist, or howling mutants, or furious World Eaters fell beneath the Blood Gorgon's guns, they kept on coming, uncaring of their own losses. On their forth attempt, the line had finally broken and now the Blood Gorgons had found themselves fighting tooth and nail, against Khorne's Chosen.

Upon the blood soaked fields of Bedovia VII, the fate of Thugren and Gorgira would be decided.

A spear of fire licked over the two commanders of the Blood Gorgons, the flames licking at their armor, scorching it in several places. Before both them a rabble of four berserkers dashed towards them madly, chain blades revving in their hands,soaked in blood. One of them carried a flamer, spewing forth gouts of flame as he charged the duo.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 87 (87)