TURN THREE- Khorne: The Rhino's engines growled menacingly as it bore down on the Chaos Marines to the north. It was driving at a breakneck pace, far too fast for its storm bolters to be of any use. Soon enough, however, the purpose of its mad charge was clear: a pack of Flesh Hounds, bound to the Rhino and eager for blood, were at last unleased, descending immediately on the Nurgle patriots ahead of them. In the blink of an eye three Marines were down. Their comrades broke and ran for the cover of the trees, but were easily caught by Khorne's faithful hounds, who were left unopposed in the northwest quadrant. They settled in to feast.
The Possessed, most favored of Khorne, former Marines now in the shape of predatory beasts, pressed the attack. True followers of the Blood God, their strength was enhanced, and they had been promised that no weapon forged by man could ever harm them. They fired their bolt pistols madly as they ran, crashed into the Lord and his Retinue, and were turned back. The Retinue struck in return, but their power swords and fists bounced off harmlessly. The Nurgle Lord, too far near the back of the fighting to bring his Plague Sword to bear, picked up a rock and hurled it into the melee-- killing his target instantly!
TURN THREE- Nurgle: The battle was going splendidly for the forces of Nurgle-- except for the nagging little fact that the Khorne forces-- the survivors, at least-- were slowly seeping over the contested areas of the battlefield. The Aspiring Champion kicked the Nurglings into action, who slammed down the accelerator of the Rhino so that the Plague Marines could deploy. Their vile flamer killed one Marine, and the surivors were soon swept up in an assault. Despite the flies, the fetid cloud of death and decay that overwhelmed them, the Khorne patriots fought the Plague Marines to a standstill. But the gagging stench was too much-- they conceded the fight. The suddenness of their retreat caught the Plague Marines by surprise, and the Khorne marines were safe-- for a moment.
Back in the thick of the fight, the Possessed fought furiously, but still could not penetrate the armor of the retinue. Once again, the powerful fists of the Terminators-- weapons that had easily felled a Daemon Prince-- could not break through the protective aura of Khorne's most favored. So the Nurgle Lord picked up a nearby stick and quickly dispatched another.
Obliterators demonstrate the
better part of valor.