Make them talk!
"Good morning little one, how did you sleep? Are you ready for another chapter of my tale?
Lady Anielyn was displeased, yes so she was. She needed more information about Drachon Daisan's schemes and plots so she ordered the Bleaksouls to capture members of the rival gang and question them sharply, and their stories might be used to barter for their lives.
And so the Bleaksouls ventured out into the darkening streets, near the base of the Obsidian Spire, not far from the River Khaïdes. The stolen suns were lost among the angular towers of the Dark City's trading districts overhead.
They felt no fear there. They were not afraid. It is not so, nor was it ever so. For their enemy was bloodied and cowed, fleeing from their ferocity. They were full of swagger and self confidence.
Fire from a grav weapon platform stabbed out into the shadows. Yariq leapt easily out of the scorching crimson beam's path. He loosed a few splinter pistol shots in return, aimed vaguely at the Ynnari carrying a flamer.
The Shards brought a new friend with them; Zendril the Sslyth.
Mazrayth, the Shards' Kabilite Gunner and Sniper, fired his Dark Lance at Morghdrax. He thought he hit his target but the Bleaksouls' Hekatrix escaped with just singed hair.
Fachean fired at Yariaq, but they missed once more.
The Bleaksouls sprinted through the cerulean gloom, baying like maddened dogs. Taunting their foes.
Lakbyrn the Parched stepped through a shimmering webway portal...
... and traversed most of the plaza in but a single step.
The Void Phoenixes thought they had him trapped. The Parched hunched his long, hooded cape around his withered frame, looked around furtively...
...then hurried into the darkness beneath the broken walkway.
Bahreneq, Ravneth and Jaenis lurked behind a Cauldron of Souls.
Mazrayth aimed his Dark Lance while the other Shards moved into position.
Zendril the Sslyth and& Derash the Wytch Fighter moved through the Shrine of Khaine.
Mazrayth fired his Dark Lance at Morghdrax but missed.
Excrucia charged Morghdrax. Blades sang in the dark and Excrucia's Banshee howl stunned the Hekatrix.
Zendril and Derash charged Excrucia!
Bahreneq moved into the ruins overlooking the Sorrowshards.
Ravneth and Jaenis fired on Thresyn, the Storm Guardian Gunner with a Flamer. They were wary of it's wicked flames.
A bitter combat developed as the warbands closed in on their targets.
Hekatrix Kaerathir moved toward Excrucia and Morghdrax.
The Void Phoenixes realised that the fight was quickly going to turn against them. Though a decisive strike from Morghdrax failed to get through her armour.
Lakbyrn appeared from the darkness beneath the walkway.
Lakbyrn's dagger flashed in the twilight and Excrucia fell!
Shouts echoed across the ruined streets.
Uless was wounded...
...and she fled to the safety of the Sorrowshards, dragging Excrucia with her.
Uless called her kin back.
Halt’har the Guardian Defender fell back to the Phoenixes.
Bhanlhar laid down covering fire with his grav-platform weapon.
Mazrayth's Dark Lance floored Uless!
The Shards celebrated the kill.
Morghdrax was laid low by Zendril the Sslyth.
Lakbryn impaled Derashi.
Zendril turned on Lakbryn, thirsting for the souls he had claimed!
Hekatrix Kaerathir was rounded-on by Ravneth, Jaenis and Bahreneq!
Yariaq crept out of the shadows for the first time. He hoped no-one would notice his temerity.
Zendril the Sslyth was wounded by Lakbyrn, and the Parched managed to survive her counter-attack by shear blind chance!
Bhanlhar was sniped by Mazrayth, ending the barrage of fire.
The day grew short and the cries of the wounded and dying began to attract even more unsavoury attention. As the warbands withdrew into the night a strange light burst from the Sorrowshards and needled up into the air. A thousand discorporate voices howled, shaking the withered souls of all who heard. The Bleaksouls looked up at the ominous illumination and marvelled at it, even as it faded.
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But don't go yet, little one! My tale is nearly done, there are but two chapters left. You would not like to miss the end."
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The mission for this game was "Take Prisoners". There were 3VP for each captured enemy Leader and 1VP for each captured enemy non-leader. But a model was only "captured" if it was taken Out of Action while there were no friendly models within 2" and there was an enemy model within 1". As a result of this surprisingly tight set of scoring conditions nobody got any VP!
Soul Points (for the campaign):
The Bleaksouls 16