The Barbed Hook

"Baal's zeal, report" Azkeroth orders over his helm vox.
+coming in for disembark, watch your sectors brother; the ash makes our engines unstable so we won't be able to assist in the assault+ says the thunderhawk pilot as he gracefully steers his vessel from a low orbit drop.
The thundering of engine whining shakes the still ash, causing it to blow away in great plumes as the large flying transport lands. The marines embarked within begin to form up, 30 strong, carrying their stark black bolters.
Perhaps the most looming sight is the contemptor dreadnought that stomps out, it's imposing assault cannon held upward, giving the illusion of strain as the highly ornate weapon of war stands alongside his brothers.

++Come in blood angels forces, I repeat, come in++

++I am Azkeroth, commander for the time being, who am I speaking with?++

++*chuckles* Finally you answer. This is knight-baron Troikus. I and my personal court are en route. we wish wish to offer assistance++

++any aid is welcome, we would be fools to deny it. It will be a honour to fight alongside you++

++Excellent. Hold position outside enemy artillery range, we are en route++

++we await your arrival++
The blood angels prepare themselves for the coming battle, checking their weapons, armour, and some drinking from small vials of blood.
Soon enough, Manson arrives, relieving Azkeroth of command.

a trio of knights stride towards them. One is of the errant pattern, another of the paladin pattern. the third, clearly command knight, is the of the incredibly rare cerastus Atrapos pattern

Manson turns his head skyward, nodding to the pilots.
Silently, he gestures forward, walking towards the defence lines, his men following without question.

the knights war-horns blare as they lead the charge, heading to the front of the loyalist force

Spotter: Sir! the enemy has entered basilisk range!
Kreiger: You may fire when ready.
*the boom of cannon fire starts up, shells flying through the air*

Manson orders his men to spread out.
"Find cover! Use the boulders and ruins, go!" He orders.
The blood angels sprint off in their squads, the ash fields deep, coating their armour in a grey soot. Running for the ruins and dunes to their advantage. Momentum being their ally.

the knights plough on through the fire, simply stepping over or around the boulders that now block their path

The blood angels hold, having lodged themselves tight into cover, they wait for a opening in the rhythm of shelling.

the knights have positioned themselves to shield at least some blood angels with their bodies. However, any blood angel vehicle ill equipped to navigate the boulders has at this point been left woefully far behind

The angels sprint forward once more, using the knights as cover or staying close to the ancient ruins that litter the landscape.

as they get closer, the barrage intensifies as they enter the range of the scorpius whirlwinds

What be happening over here then yo

OOC at least you chose that profile pic after I watched the movie

OOC: Who da hell is TR-8R, and Torvik? O.o

OOC TR-8R
its A) a force awakens meme
B) Euan

OOC: Yeah, the second is the one i was interested in

OOC fair enuff

++Blood angels this is Captain Pyriel, we have returned to orbit and are ready to deep strike, send us the coordinates of that damned artillery, we'll do the rest++

++Understood Captain, the trench lines are not far now, we will report if we see any signs of the artillery, be aware: the Iron warriors will be heavily defended so attack via orbital drop will be incredibly hazardous++ Manson retorts, ducking as splintered stones spit from a nearby explosion.

++Dont worry Manson, we've got a surprise planned++

as the angels approach it is clear the guns are well defended, as several dug in squads of tyrant seige terminators are now visible around them

++Pyriel, the trench guns are heavily defended by Terminator squads, but the coordinates are as follows...++ Manson says as he relays the coordinates. Blood angels take up positions to make the final push to the trenches.

The ruined cathedral hums more
"Yesss, they flee and falter before our blades. Their blood flows and I grow stronger... A field of ash, they lash out there. I see great warriors huddled under great cannons, that may not last forever. Khorne's soldiers shall march, and they shall slay in his name"
Bloodletters: never stoooop!
They pursue ahead of the traitor force

the medusas are now in range as the bombardment's intensity increases yet further

the defenders have little chance now as the slaughter escalates

OOC. oi, gorath. ya wanna come play Warthunder with me? they introduced british tanks just for you

OOC I aint got the game dude

OOC its free to download

and there's a reason 90% of my gaming is on console nowerdays

His voice echoes through Lerion's head
"You've done well, the defenders are running scared and Khorne has his blood and skulls. Not to mention I do as well"

OOC fair enough

Lerion: will you stop hiding now, daemon?

OOC. im pretty sure theres a console version.... at least .... 3% sure to be precise...

"If you wish to face me directly, find the cathedral in which I was bound. I doubt your incompetence will get the better of you if it is even present"

OOC be there an xbone or 360 version?
IC Leron: excuse me?!

OOC. ...eeeh, seems like microsoft dickery is preventing an X-box version. Theres a PS4 version though

OOC well buggery

"I'm not able to manifest myself yet, my power cannot break these damnable bonds! More blood is required, unless you know some ritual to break this prison I am ever trapped!"

The blood angels charge, hoping though sheer weight of numbers that they will make it to the trenches, opening up with their bolters, the earth before them becoming a scatterfield of pockmarked craters and constant explosions.
++Whatever you have planned, do it now!++

OOC hope you are all ok with my return too

IC
In an sudden erratic change of behaviour, on of the blood angels fire into the backs of one of his 'fellow brothers', the bolt shells powering through the armour as for it uses some sort of modified munitions. The blood angel cockles before turning to gun down another before they realise what is happening.

the iron warriors front line, comprised of tactical squads and tactical support squads, opens fire
moments later, the second line, comprised of iron havocs, joins the fray

"Brother, I am hit!" one of them yells as he falls, his arm severed from his body as he turns to face his adversary, he looks to his fallen brother, his head a exploded mess of brain fragment and broken ceremate.
"TRAITOR" he yells, drawing his combat blade, other brothers rushing in to aid him.

The other astartes push on, bolter shells ricocheting off their armour, or causing them to stumble as they are harassed by constant explosions. Brothers fall, dragging themselves onward as their bodies work to repair grievous wounds.

He walks backwards slowly, firing shots at the blood angels rushing him, dodging a swing from a combat blade.

the knights are getting closer to the front line an are almost upon the first trench

The blood angels open fire without mercy, rounds punching into the traitors body.

The body falls, the red armour chipping and revealing a different colour.