A Tyrant's Homecoming

[Darth Prazutis]

In orbit above Gratos...

High over the savage Graug homeworld of Gratos sat a ship of immense size, a giant armed to the teeth always prepared for war. The Immortal-Class Dreadnaught "Harbinger" sat surrounded by a task force of star destroyers and various frigates, a small contingent from War Fleet Leviathan. Their approach was left unchallenged by the planetary fleet that maintained orbital control as it approached and took up position. The true purpose of their presence on the homeworld of the graug was concealed deep within its heavy armored hull.

[member="Darth Vulcanus"].

Also known by his true name as Krag, the beast was a former Emperor of the Sith Empire and still is an extremely powerful Sith Lord. It was Vulcanus that spearheaded the graug on a path of supremacy into the stars, bringing his people to new heights of success and breaking the glass mold of his own society that barred him from truly ruling a clan. Krag killed his own mother and seized control over his people, and ruled them for many, many years up until his unexpected death at the hands of the ex slave Graxus. The Monster of Gratos's unexpected death shocked the galaxy to its core, ultimately culminating in the final death of the Old Sith Empire.

But it was home on Gratos where his death had the greatest effect. For the first time in many years they were left without the guidance of such a powerful, unifying leader. In the ensuing power vacuum the graug fell back to their homelands and began to pick up the pieces. They officially deified Krag after his death and the greatest warlord of the millennia and perhaps all time was immortalized alongside the very gods he worshiped. Slowly but surely and for better or for worse his people moved on as they always have. But little did they know death wasn't always the end for a Dark Lord as powerful as Darth Vulcanus was.

Rebirth.

When rumors began to circulate of Vulcanus being sighted on Corellia, Darth Prazutis reached out with his intelligence network across the galaxy to find out if there was credibility in these rumors. Much to his surprise they were in fact true and before long he was standing before the famed graug himself. The sith lord was still adjusting to being back to the world from his long period in the elemental chaos, and he had absolutely no idea on what had happened especially back home. The Dark Titan took the opportunity to solidify a future alliance with the graug who could go nowhere but up, and after talks, alliances forged, and deals made he offered to aid him in returning to Gratos.

Prazutis swept into the empty conference room he left Krag in but a few minutes prior. The man was wearing his full battle regalia that infamous scarred battleplate that spelled doom across the galaxy. No circlet sat atop the Crown Prince's black hair but he carried himself like the God-King he would someday be. He carried under one arm a folder and a small data drive in the other. As he rounded past the seated Krag he dropped the folder in front of the beast, then moving to sit at the tables throne. "Recognize her? You should recognize your sister." Prazutis said as he sat down, plugging the data drive in.

Inside the folder Krag would find numerous surveillance photos from many different angles, and in many different locations of Horde Mother Tiras, Krag's own sister most often decked out in full regalia befitting a horde mother of the imperial clan. "Your people were so accustomed to having a leader of such strength and power as yourself that when you died, a powerful vacuum formed. Horde Mother Tiras and her incompetent puppet of a Spire Lord Korr seized power after he declared her, the only blood relative worthy of taking your position." Prazutis said, pulling up on the holographic display images of Horde Mother Tiras with Spire Lord Korr. The following videos were short recordings of several public executions that took place. All of those executed were often big or strong graug who by all appearances looked to be exceptional warriors and contenders "From what I gathered your sister should never have held the position from the start, she was far too weak and not nearly the leader she needed to be. Every challenger, prospective challenger, and perceived threat to her power the Spire Lord declared an heretic or spun some other story and had them either jailed or executed."

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Darth Vulcanus leered over the stacks of images and documents thrown before on the table. Death may have made him stronger but it had made his people far weaker, that much was evident now. It wasn't surprising in the least. The Graug were far superior to all other species but they were still nothing out him, he was their God and their savior and they would have never drug themselves to the stars without his thirst for blood and anguish of those who were lesser. Still, the fact that they had fallen so far in his abscence was disgusting. Even more disgusting was the sight of strong, powerful leaders being taken to the sword like Jedi.

The Strong were meant to rule The Graug and any who would deter from a challenge does nothing but prove their own pathetic weakness. His sister was no leader, she was a disgusting whelp no better than the Jedi he faced on Corellia. Even worse she had allowed the spawn of the priests manipulate her to their whims, used their trickery to avoid combat. Such weakness had only one answer.

Death would free the Graug of the wretched weight such weakness put on their shoulders. The culling of the weak built a strong people, a truth the likes of Jedi would only understand once the last of their necks were snapped by Graug boots.

The beast's eye were slow to steady a glare on the armored one who had taken him to his homeworld. He was Sith and Vulcanus could smell the power on him, smell the darkside radiating from him. He could smell the taint of Zambrano on him. Likely, in the years since Vulcanus' passing, the Zambranos were the only Sith left in the galaxy. Not because they were strong but because they were weak, slithering creatures who hid in the shadows and drove the Sith to the extinction they were meeting before Vulcanus met his end. When this 'Darth Prazutis' had first confronted him on Corellia, The Graug warlord had wanted to snap his neck and feast on the flesh that remained.

But Chaos had taught him much more in death than he could have hoped to learn in life. It taught him the meaning of true suffering, showed him pain that only a place shrouded in absolute darkness could. It had made him stronger. Smarter than any Graug squirming about in his sister's shadow could hope to be. This Prazutis would prove to be useful, there was no doubt to that. Just as The Sith Empire served as his vessel to ascend the Graug, this man would serve as his link to a galaxy he understood little about now. The hand in the shadow that could be severed as soon as the Graug had assumed their control.

"A lesser should concern himself with matters befitting of their own skittering race." The words were dark and serious as the ex-Emperor tossed aside the folder, "I shall descend to my people and slaughter my family. Their weakness has been allowed to fester for far too long"

Standing from his seat, The Dark Lord, still high from the power he had possessed years ago, allowed his shadow to fall over the Sith Lord before him, "I smell the blood of a weak man in your veins, lesser. His essence strangles you like the drone you are. Now you dare crawl to my feet and offer me...what? Do you believe you can take from The Graug as the rest of your blood has?"

The temperature in the room began to rise as Vulacnus' anger manifest itself, "Kaine, Slade and now you, whatever branch of that mangled tree you fall on. Your weak bloodline spawns a new whelp everyday. Tell me, Prazius the lesser, you have delievered to me a ship and the knowledge I need to free my people. Why should I not take your skull as a trophy to hang from my belt?!"

A test. A fit of anger. A fit of confusion and loss. Vulcanus, though he could recognize the need for allies, knew only to deal in strength. Only knew to deal in worth. In this galaxy he could not discern the state of The Sith or The Jedi. He knew not what power this man held or what power he himself truly held.

Vulcanus could only do what he knew best, test the strength and resolve of those who he met and discern for himself their use to The Graug.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

The goliath's anger exploded as Vulcanus looked at him and foolishly called Prazutis's own glorious bloodline weak, even going as far as insulting his people as a 'lesser' and 'inferior' race. After the information provided all Vulcanus had to say was he should only get involved in the affairs of his own race. In part Prazutis expected this response he was given a thick dossier on Darth Vulcanus and one of the things most mentioned was his staunch attitude of his own peoples supremacy over all others. But he didn't think Vulcanus was this stupid to challenge him with everything going on...

Then it hit him.

A test. Vulcanus was anything but stupid. If he was the graug wouldn't have ever sat on the throne of Emperor and he would have never given his people the great success they managed to achieve under his rule. It's in his blood to resort to strength and tests of strength to test the mettle of those around him. The graug were a species well known to the Dark Titan especially with the graug Iron Horde of Fornow that served the God-King himself. They respected strength and if thats what the man wanted, thats what he would get. The behemoth flicked his finger and with a subtle nudge of the force sent the mans chair launching back, and in moments he rounded the table and was on Vulcanus. While the graug was certainly taller than him, he definitely wasn't stronger than him. Prazutis brought a swift chop with crushing force to the graugs throat, knocking the air out of his windpipe.

As soon as the strike landed he hooked the back of the warlords head and brought it crashing down to the table. Finally without skipping a beat he threw the graug to the wall and lifted him into the air, anger exploding as the dark side rolled off of him like a fog. "You're a bigger fool than I thought if you honestly believe the lies spewing from your mouth. I am not some two bit whelp you can push around. You may have just come back from the elemental chaos but after I feast on your very essence there will be no coming back, no returning. The only thing you'll end up as is fuel for my power. If you think i'm just a pawn in your game and that I don't have the foresight to see your intentions you are even more the fool. It would be wise for you to bite your tongue, Krag." Prazutis said, dropping the warlord down from the wall. As he turned with the flick of a finger pulled the chair back into place. "Now sit down we have much to discuss. Gratos has fallen quite far since your death."

The Dark Lord sat down his hands gliding across a control panel as the holographic display changed to video format. Vulcanus would see vast forces of theron guards surrounding certain imperial clan holdings especially the palace. Graug were being pulled in. The next scene he'd see is a group of soldiers for the priest clan of Zhakul dragging off the broken, bleeding body of Korr. "Things took a turn to the worst for your sister a few months ago when this graug, Karn Zhakul beheaded her puppet and had his corpse tossed from the top of the spire. By all accounts Karn is heralded as the second coming. Brilliant, ruthless, and powerful. They've even started to believe he might be one of your reincarnations, by all accounts a rising star. However two months ago Karn Zhakul disappeared somewhere near Imperial Clan territory, and everything points to your sister. She has your clan pretty twisted. I wouldn't be surprised if you don't have the homecoming you think you will."

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

Deep, booming laughter broke the string of vigerous coughs that followed Vulcanus' release. So, this whelp wasn't as powerless as he had thought. The Graug would enjoy killing him, he would be a good challenge. But not now, it was not the time for collecting trophies of Sith origin. No, now was the time for bringing fire upon those who had begun to rot his planet and people from the inside out.

The beast stayed standing, his hand resting on his Sith sword, The Inferno, which hung by a sheath made of human skin on his hip. "Still a weakling, but at least one more worth my time. You can have the honor of following me into battle, for now, Zambrano whelp." The beast watched as the Horde Guard drug Graug away and Zambrano pointed out the twisted state his sister had brought the Graug to. "If that queen of a sister wants a war, then I shall bring to her a war. It is the way of the Graug. Even if I have to rip the throats from every guard on the planet myself, I will have my throne."

His eyes drug back up to the Sith's face and a wicked smile, "You will see a true war for the first time, Zambrano."

 

[Darth Prazutis]

After their intelligence debriefing the pair of Sith Lords departed to the ships hangar where the Dark Lords personal shuttle was located, fired up and ready to take the two of them down to the surface. Once the shuttle departed the hangar they were joined by a pair of fighters that escorted them through the atmosphere of the savage world of Gratos. The ship flew past tower after tower, surging over and past village after village all while drawing an immense amount of attention to the low flying aircraft that headed straight for Roxus. A pair of war beast glycons stood at the massive gates to the walled above ground portion of the massive capital city, its skyline dotted by massive palaces and temples, with the Palace of the Hive Mother standing the tallest out of all of them.

The streets were filled with traffic but there was something missing, something off that only someone like Vulcanus could pick out. The people didn't have the same spring in their step, there wasn't the same powerful vibe of dominance that was so popular years ago. The stain of the Hive Mother and her cabal of weak, foolish leaders gripped graug society in their dark tendrils, tainting the very essence of what made them great. It was startling even how one woman who happened to share blood with a legend managed to drive her people down so far the day she decided she'd spit on his grave, and steal the Throne of the Destroyer before his body before his body even turned cold. As the ship touched down in a large square several blocks away from the Royal Palace, a crowd formed as the armed, and armor clad people of Roxus stalked the ship from a distance.

This was the reason that Prazutis always respected, and valued the graug in his armies. Every single male and female that surrounded them to view who this unexpected intruder was carried some form of weapon, and wore something that could perhaps double as armor. A pair of particularly massive graug that towered over the others carrying repeater cannons that were normally mounted on gunships, or acting as mounted turrets raised their cannons towards the shuttle as its ramp slammed down with a thud. "Let the games begin, Vulcanus."

[member="Darth Vulcanus"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Darth Prazutis"]


The wretched gas from the bubbling swamps wafted up the open ramp, encompassing the two Sith in a cloud of noxious toxin. Vulcanus took in a deep breath, the odor of swamp muck and tree slime was intertwined with the familiar tang of blood. The Graug warlord salivated at the scent. Reaching out into the jungles with what little force senses he had, he felt around and took note of the thousands of Graug of Raxus that approached the shuttle with weapons raised.

"Let the games begin, Vulcanus"

Without a moments, Vulcanus threw his hand forward. Reality itself was torn asunder as black flames ripped through Chaos and emerged from the center of the Sith Lord's palm. The fire burned the fabrics of space and time, tortured souls reaching out from within the unholy flames and grabbing at any visage of light they could grasp from the world in futile attempt to bring solace to their suffering. The fire snaked down the ramp as if alive, the moans of the damned replacing the sounds of whipping flame tails. Prazutis would no doubt feel the very essence of the world around him, and perhaps his very own essence, being hungerly drug towards the inferno; a black void of pain that struggled to swallow all the life it touched.

"Witness the Eternal Fire, Zambrano! Death has forfeit its secrets to me!"

The fire coursed through the air and the legions of Graug scurried back, dazzled by the darkness of the fire. The arc of fire burned through the air and coursed straight for the massive Graug holding the gunship cannon. The inferno engulfed the massive Graug, his screams ending as soon as they began; the fire burning his flesh away and his soul taken by the damned. Without stopping the fire continued, burning away hundreds of Graug in seconds. The Graug yelled in terror, the males beating their chests in challenge as the women bore their fangs.

Vulcanus' face began cracking, the stress of using his newfound power bleeding his host body dry of life. Clenching his fist, The Sith Lord extinguished the flames from reality and left behind only the ashes of those he had incinerated. "Come, Zambrano, my people have been reminded of their God's power."

Vulcanus' mouth peeled into a fanged grin, ooze dripping from the sharp tips as he began marching down the ramp. The Horde stepped forward, raising their weapons at first. Then they saw the face attached to the black boots and they all reeled back; eyes wide and mouths agap. Silence overtook the area as Vulcanus stood at the end of the ramp, his firery gaze tracing over the horde of Raxus. He could smell the weakness of this city. His people had been brought to their knees by the filth living in his tower.

He would bring an end to that weakness.

Raising his hands in the air, Vulcanus shouted in a deep voice amplified by the force. Like a crack of thunder his voice echoed down the streets of Raxus as he spoke, "Tor Gothphalian Kildral!"

He called in the sharp, grinding tongue of his people. The horde fell to their knees and screamed to the sky before bowing repeatedly to him and his words:

Your God has Returned

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Dark fire as black as the very abyss exploded all around rushing forward at the beckon call of the warlord as it ripped asunder body and soul, sending the two massive graug who dared to stand in front of them to the chaos in soul wrenching agony. Prazutis stood back on the shuttle and stared deep into the fire as it called to him, pulled at the blackened soul that remained in his body. While it would've been a temptation for a lesser man who may have jumped into the fire, it certainly wasn't a temptation for the Dark Titan. Prazutis had learned long ago that death was a setback, he stared death directly in the face and defied its will. The Sith Lord defied death again by tearing the spectral visage of his master [member="Darth Carnifex"] from its realm and returning him once more back to the living.

As if on cue the cockpit sealed its filters working hard to clean the noxious fumes of Gratos's poisoned atmosphere. That was yet another reason as to why the graug were such a dangerous species, the very world they lived on was constantly trying to kill everyone there. The graug countless generations ago put themselves in a position where their only option was to adapt, and adapt they did. There was so many diseases, plagues, poisonous gases, noxious fumes, and poisonous substances on Gratos and the graug had adapted an immunity to virtually all of the various types. The anzati hybrids helmet sealed filtering out the toxins and pumping in fresh, clean air in their place as he was exposed to the harmful atmosphere that now filled the bay of his shuttle.

The sith lord exited the shuttle and stood alongside the warlord as he let loose a guttural roar proclaiming his return to the gathered masses that surrounded him. The predatory instincts of the massive man kicked in and already he was scanning the crowd both with the force, his own sensory abilities, and that of his armor for surrounding threats. A potent force aura surrounding what was known as a priest that moved through the crowd, a portion of the horde broke off with the priest that now approached Vulcanus, stopping about ten feet away. The priest gave a bow in fealty not just to his warlord but his god, and spoke in a loud booming voice in graugspeak to the masses.

"The prophecy shown to us in the eternal flame has been fulfilled! Our god Vulcanus has returned to rise us up from the ashes! The heretics that dwell within Tiras' palace said it wasn't true, they-" The priests speech abruptly ended as a serrated blade was plunged through the back of the graugs head and exiting straight out of his mouth, his crimson blood splattering all over the earth. As the blade was pulled out of the dead priests head an fully armored graug in golden armor sheathed the blade at his side. The pair of Sith Lords could now see the large force of golden armored graug that marched toward the square, a trademark symbol of the elite Horde Guard.

A pair of guardsman stood on either side of the commanding type while the force behind him split in half, working to disperse the croud while more large graug carrying huge repeater cannons took position at various points around. Perhaps the most noticeable thing about this force would be that despite them being elite trained warriors, even they still appeared to be in awe of the return of Vulcanus. Many of these Horde Guard had been veteran warriors who served alongside the warlord turned god and were even elated to see his return, they didn't want to stand against a god, but they did what the Horde Mother ordered. "Shut your traitor mouths, scum. By order of the Hive Mother you are to disperse now!" The captain ordered, thrusting a finger at [member="Darth Vulcanus"] "You have been branded a dangerous criminal, you will come with us, now."

Just as a group of guardsman moved towards Vulcanus however a pair of large graug carrying heavy mauls moved past the pair of Sith Lords and blocked the path of these guardsman, the crowd grew into a frenzy as the horde guardsman began to push and shove. Suddenly a shot rang out the blaster round of a sniper burning a hole through the skull of one of the horde guardsman. The captain snapped his head to one side and roared out "Fire at will!" All hell broke loose then, as the guardsman traded fire with the massed graug.

The whole encounter was personally entertaining to Prazutis as fire rained past him some coming close to hitting the heavy phrik plating. The Dark Lord thrust a hand forward calling upon the black power of the dark side, its raw energies surging through his fingers erupting into a powerful arc of crimson lightning that engulfed the captain, the powerful energy surged through every inch of his body charring flesh and bone alike, its power so destructive the graugs very skeleton flashed into view for all to see, when the graug finally hit the graug his skin was charred black, the armor plates crushed where the primary point of impact was.

Now the fun begins.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

Deep and dark came the booming laughter from Vulcanus as he watched his people slaughter each other with a firery excitment burning in his eyes. He smiled as the burly Graug with the mauls lashed out at the Horde Guard, one of them bringing down the heavy chunk of metal on the end of its chain down on the helm of a guard. The ultrachrome bent inward under the weight, crushing the skull of the Horde Guard inside as the rest of the Graug in the horde began tearing into their oppressors with gun and blade. Vulcanus stepped forward, drawing the Sith Sword from his side casually as he strode to the front line of the battle. Already the Horde Guard were being pushed back, by the sheer density of angered warriors throwing themselves into their lines.

"You dare stand against your God?" Vulcanus' voice cracked through the air as he rose the sword above his head, it's razor edge glowing a corrupt purple as he fed his energy through the handle and into the blade. "Death will remind you of why you once trembled at my feet!"

Dropping his blade through the air, Vulcanus unleashed his energy through the blade of his sword. Fire burst forth from its edge, taking the fine shape of an arching blade as it cut through the air. There was no caution in the attack, the firery blade incinerated Horde Guard and Krag Loyalist alike; the edge of the firery 'blade' concentrating the heat and force energy so densly that it turned limb and bone to ash as it cut through the bodies. Dozens of Graug feel in an instant, the front line of Horde Guard burning alive in their own Ultrachrome armor as the unnaturally hot flames boiled their flesh through the metal it couldn't burn through.

The screams echoed through the jungle and streets of the primitive city, a harbinger of what was to come for his weakling of a sister. As the lines fell, loyalist to the God fileld quickly filled the void and began surrounding the Horde Guard. Blood spirted from within the ranks and women tore flesh from bone and men cleaved their opponents limb from limb.

"Hear me, warriors, your god demands the blood of the weak! Bring to me your beasts to tear them from our world and butcher their corpses as trophies!"

Again his voice cracked like thunder as he reached into the jungles with his energy. He knew his world and he knew its beasts, they would come to him as the Graug did. Even now he could smell them on the air, Ghashthran. Tiny, insignificant creatures that the Graug had tamed as their own. Alone they were nothing, but in a swarm they could decimate cities and turn hordes to gnawed bone.

Slowly hundreds of the tiny creatures began emerging from the shadowy jungles around Raxus, blind they scampered toward Krag; some infused with bombs and others not. "Tonight the beasts of Gratos feast on the weak!"

 

[Darth Prazutis]

The ranks of the elite Horde Guard in any other situation never buckled, never wavered, and would never launch a tactical retreat when given orders by their Horde Mother. But the look of shock on every guardsman's face as soon as [member="Darth Vulcanus"] came into view told one everything they needed to know. This was no normal graug insurrection to be swiftly put down no, that was something they were very used to doing. After the takeover of Horde Mother Tiras the very people over the years could feel the effects of a weak leader standing at the top of the food chain, and they tried many times to rebel. The Gratos Rebellions were centered in the Imperial Clan and very bloody encounters, but this was different. These rebels were led by a reborn god in full form Lord Vulcanus, the Dark Lord of the Eternal Flame.

The day of reckoning was long since prophesied by the priests who dared speak such truths in earshot of the Horde Mother's loyalists. So when Vulcanus stepped forward and drew his dark blade his seething anger unleashed in a brutal energy filled strike it was as if time itself stopped, and all eyes shifted towards their god. Horde Guard and Krag Loyalist alike were turned to ash in a symphony of howls and screams that boomed through the streets and tunnels of Roxus. Loyalist or not all graug present knew deep in their hearts everyone was responsible for how far the savage race has fallen. For the Horde Guard who enforced and protected weakness, and the loyalists who sat by and let it happen. The burning fires and screaming souls were their penance and before all of this was over, everyone would pay the price.

The Horde Guard that now struck out at the gathered crowd gave no quarter and slaughtered plenty, but the sheer numbers of the loyalists combined with the presence of their god gave them pause. These warriors began to slowly fall to the larger force. The sizable force that stood in formation just moments prior to the chaos took up a defensive position, huge hulking giant graug who carried shields and mauls interlocked shields in the front while the second most rank brought up jagged spears to strike between these massive warriors. Behind them the force primarily held their ranged weaponry with various melee weapons strung to their sides firing between these hulking front formations.

As the vicious battle raged around him enflamed by the presence of the deified Vulcanus entering the slaughter Prazutis let out a laugh of his own. He ruminated in the swirling whirlpool of anger, fear, and death as scores of souls were sent screaming to the chaos of the netherworld. The Dark Titan consumed and fed on the erupting emotions allowing them to flood his stores of dark side energy. The dark side rolled off Prazutis like a thick blackening fog from his sheer might, the dark side that flowed through his veins from the gift by @Soeht. The dark force crystals heavy aura mixed with the latter and the aura of uneasiness pouring from the ring the Dark Lord wore. But most of all was the runeblade that sat sheathed on his side. Daesumnor a hungering blade filled with dark side energy that harvested the souls of those it killed. Prazutis drew the deadly runeblade and with a roar stepped into the fray. One after another scores of Horde Guard were slaughtered by the dark lord, their bodies withered as their souls were siphoned into the dark confines of his blade.

The loyalists charged towards the front rank of the guardsman those who weren't cut down by blaster and slug fire were skewered by the spearman, blaster and slug fire alike reflected off of the thick shields of the durable front rank. As Vulcanus proclaimed the slaughter of the weak as if called, they came. Chittering and screeching swarms of the tiny Ghashthran, meaning Fire Spider in graugspeak emerged from the jungles. These fast moving creatures surged into the ranks of loyalists throughout the city and especially where the thickest of fighting started. What followed was a cacaphony of explosions and a spraying of gore. But these little monsters didn't just attack loyalists, they emerged in the presence of the Horde Guard as well. Even the creatures of Gratos came to the aid of the returned Vulcanus.

Prazutis approached the well protected front line of the graug and stood about twenty feet away, even surrounded by graug both livng and dead he was still visible through it all, blade thrust towards the front rank of graug. A surge of dark side energy surged through the man like a conduit its invisible energy dancing off his runeblade and tearing right into the minds of these hulking beasts. The Dark Lords acute mastery of the final form of fear, insanity ravaged these beings minds with a feeling of hopeless fear. While these graug were physically superior to their brethren and perfect for the role they held, their intelligence and willpower certainly weren't the best. They weren't prepared for this brutal mental assault. The shields toting warriors broke ranks and descended into an utter state of frenzied madness and deranged mania, turning to slaughter their own guardsman, loyalist, and even each other in a blind slaughter.