Dominion The Bryn'adûl | Night of Culling | Sakiya

[Primal Architect]

The Bryn'adûl | Night of Culling

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In the dead of night, thick with rain; the Bryn'adul forces make their move on Sakiya. Next in line for a purge at the hands of the Bryn’adûl. A planet that has never been successfully invaded, sitting on the edge of our enemies border. Its time for that to change.

The Sakiyans are of a race that possesses acute sight, hearing, and smell so sneaking up on them will be a challenge, but when we drop out of orbit and enter the atmosphere there won’t be any need for subterfuge. They will all be culled. Take note that the Sakiyans are renowned to utilize advanced repulsorlifts and can evacuate quickly, we must work together to corner these creatures and destroy their world.

Our forces have already infiltrated their major cities, and the Draeyde have been unleashed in this endless night. By morning, their will be none left to warn those beyond this planet.

This world sits on the border between us and the Silver Jedi, thusly our attack must be swift and calculated to ensure word does not reach our enemies. Already at Kessel did we face those who would move to halt our progression. We must swiftly move forward and ready ourselves for War. This will be a crucial battle, stop at nothing to fulfil your duty.

Remember. Strength. Unity. Adversity. These are but a few tenants of our doctrine, remember them - hold them close and use them to destroy the weak!

OBJECTIVE A - Kaehaxa. The capital city of this doomed world. Scouts show that the majority of the planet’s population resides within or around this city. Make sure that they don’t escape.

OBJECTIVE B - Lepatap Harbor. It is to our understanding that the Sakiyans will attempt to use their technology to escape en masse from this point.

OBJECTIVE C - Kill everything that moves. Do remember that Sakiyans have big brains so squishing their heads should produce substantial goo.

- Kyrim Tenebris | Gorrge | Oni'Maera | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Osam | Tarad Morko | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Xenomir | Sarask Hiskt | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Karnax | Klasst Athlass | Bazh'Thu | Ehud

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B (DESTROY THE HARBOR & ELIMINATE THE IMPURE)
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE, AND 30x Barad Impact Grenades
IN THE VICINITY: Kra'rolk's Zealot Elite Squad | Kyrim Tenebris
THEME: Super Gore Nest

A Striker Shard slipped past the Sakiyan air defenses, and it slammed into the dockyards of Lepatap harbor with incredible force.​

The Shard cleanly cut five corvette-sized boats in half horizontally before coming to a screeching halt on the dock proper. Though the first to land in the harbor, there were many more Byrn who would soon join them in their assault. The Shard's landing ramp opened up, revealing three Zealot Elites. Two Aeravalin and a Baedurin stood within the shuttle, their bodies covered with heavy armor and leather belts along their waists lined with a large quantity of grenades. Between the three of them, they had enough explosives to bring down every ship in the harbor. Realizing the vicinity of their objective, the three stormed out of the shuttle at a blinding pace.

Seconds later, an armed Sakiyan patrol emerged from behind a long row of storage crates in front of and to the left of the Zealots. Both sides sprung into action immediately, the Sakiyans aiming their blaster rifles while the Zealots charged head-on. They opened fire, only for the highly seasoned Zealot Elites to evade or absorb every blow thrown their way.

"First kill's mine." muttered Kra'rolk in the Byrn tounge to the other two Elites with him. He called forth the pool of spiritual energy within him, and sent it towards his throwing axes. Barely a second later, they glowed a dim green, a sign of their enhanced strength. Mid-stride, he tossed his right axe at a speed of roughly fifty kilometers an hour. Even with their enhanced reflexes, no Sakiyan could evade such a large blade thrown at such a speed less than thirty meters away from them. The Sakiyan that Kra'rolk had targeted attempted to fire off a bolt at Kra'rolk while withdrawing, only for the bolt to be split cleanly by the axe hurtling towards the being's head. It completed its journey, splitting the Sakiyan's helmet and lodging itself deep in the right portion of the Sakiyan's skull.

The Sakiyan dropped dead, the first of many in the battle to destroy the harbor.

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[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: One
Objective: A |
Tags: TBD

The Primarch stood alone, eyes closed as the wind of the night crashed against his flesh. But it not where his mind was, his focus was divided among the thousands of Draeyde now spread throughout Kaehaxa. It was almost overwhelming, the fear that struck as the Draeyde dispersed from their Hive Bombers.

For many the fear of the dark, of the unknown became very real. The Draeyde burst from the massive creatures as they fell from the sky, hive-bombers unleashing their suffocating airborne ink. Windows were smashed as thousands of black winged demons burst into the homes, places of safety of those hiding in the dark from greater shadows.

No place was safe, every sanctuary was violated as loved ones were torn to bones and flesh, blood and screams filled every room as though deaths were quick; the fear would drive anyone mad. It was like water flowing through a grate.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: C

Post: One

Sarask wasn’t too amused today. She’s gone from disabling shields and space stations to… Killing civilians while they slept. Oh how their standards were dropping. Strength. Unity. ADVERSITY. Destroying the weak should be left for the dregs, the drones to whom honour meant nothing. Leave culling the weak to their own weak, she will pursue the strong or important. Or perhaps find a good site to sabotage. Either way, she won’t be killing little children today. Unless they got in her way, of course.

She hopped out of her corvette, stretching after she hit the ground. She was sure the squad she had been assigned to were off somewhere, she didn’t bother to go looking for them. If they were good enough, they’d survive kicking over someone’s sandcastle. She walked in a slow pace, observing the bright lights that contrasted the dark sky.

She had landed on top of a small skyscraper, her corvette continuing off into the sky. Patting her waist, she stepped onto the edge of the scraper and looked off at the city. Relatively sleepy at the moment. Rather weak, they were soon to have a bad day.

 

[Galak]

Post: 1
Objective: C
Tags - Sarask Hiskt

Galak thrust his elbow into the neck of the closest Sakiyan, when he fell to the ground - Galak crushed his head into nothing against the metallic curb. Galak had deployed with a small squad of Brutes from the 10th Regiment. They were clearing out their enemy at a steady pace. These new planets were always strange, the mix of rain and the stench of this industrialised world was enough to make him want to void his internals.

He shrugged off the nauseous feeling as a Ra'mak passed overhead, bombing what remained of their opposition on the landing platform. Galak's eyes refocused on the seemingly unimpressed members of the squad he'd brought along. One kicked a corpse over from its back onto its belly, shooting two shots into its back as the Brute huffed, snorting impatiently.

"Not all battlefields are glorious brethren. Ugly worlds like this are a necessary evil, worlds like these need a cleansing the most."

"I wonder what their ale is like. The human stuff is so weak." There was a echo of amusement throughout the small chain of warriors as Pavium chided, stopping and looking at one of the distant electronic advertisements stretched over the side of a building. They all hated places like this, but they found good company in their kin.

Well, he did anyway.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: A
Units:

Spoiler

Savage Drones
Drones
Servitor
Rhivaks
Brumaks
Warlocks

Tags: - Kyrim Tenebris | Gorrge | Oni'Maera | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Osam | Tarad Morko | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Xenomir | Sarask Hiskt | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Karnax | Klasst Athlass | Bazh'Thu | Ehud

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On the edge of Kaehaxa, Hrajlmak stretched his arms into the sky as far as they would go. His bones cracked audibly and his muscles felt no end of soreness. He was tired. Exhausted even. Fatigue showed itself in the quiet hours of space travel. Though when planetside, the feverish pursuit of battle suffocated any sense of it. But he knew a break was due. Something far more than what the stop-over at Rinn offered. Months spent pondering and innovating. That was what he wanted.

But with Kaehaxa filling his many eyes, the idea of an intellectual vacation was lost to him. By his side, a pair of Warlocks stood with their staffs in hand. This would be the caste's first real deployment. They stood patiently, motionless. All three Aeravalin were motionless as they contemplated the steps to species annihilation. A twisted sort of daydreaming. Hrajlmak turned to the one on his left, "Dech'mak". The heavily laden Warlock's eyes were unfocused and deep in thought. He turned his head slowly towards Hrajlmak. "Mm?" he replied with eyes no more focused. "Move everything under your command across the city's border as quickly as possible. We need everything inside before the worm begins its work." Hrajlmak looked to his right, "Same for you, Maraka". The pair nodded their heads in acknowledgement. "My troops will come in from this direction. Drech, circle around and come in from the east. Maraka, from the west. We'll pincer the city's northern sector and push straight in once we have come together." "And the worm?" Maraka chimed in. "It won't venture from its path. Don't want the ground crumbling beneath us hm?". With orders given, the three went their separate ways. Behind them, massive sections of Kaehaxa's invasion army, comprised of everything needed from the cannon-fodder with no mind to Brute's and mobile artillery split off, following their Beast-Master's. As they marched on Kaehaxa, a cloud that blocked the starlight swooped in and began to terrorise its residents.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: C

Post: Two

Well, that was enough looking around. She sighed, though more hissed, letting her hand fall from her hip, and took a hold of her weapons, pulling the chains from her waist. Despite their usefulness in the last mission she was on, she hadn’t thought to bring any grenades. Well, sometimes the enemies held them so she didn’t really need to, plus, where would she put them?

She moved back, and did a running jump off of the skyscraper, falling a fair amount before hitting the other building, latching onto it after some sliding, finally catching an edge. She moved a bit further down until she reached the streets. Now at ground level, she ran along, catching the odd humanoid here and there, not that they could complain afterward.

Perhaps she should have landed on a more important building.

 

[Kad]

Objective: A
Post: One
Tags - Osam |

Gredak hadn't seen much of the Risen-Srael in action, but all in all he didn't agree with it. Sraelvun were inferior, they were supposed to be. Things weren't supposed to change, but not like this. In his gut? It just seemed like more competition, more corpses, more mistakes.

Gredak and his Zealots were moving along a high-rise, sniping into buildings as soldiers attempted to ready for combat. Below them, was a Risen-Srael team. The Zealots had become glorified shepherds, watching over lesser herds like Brute Commanders.

For every second Gredak was subjected to watching over the Risen, his distaste for them grew. In particular, a distaste for their leader; the Osam. As they called him. Gredak couldn't 'dispose' of Risen-Srael the way he had before, he had to plan. That'd start with some deception.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Two
Objective: A |
Tags: TBD

If one looked, they could see the Draeyde moving in large packs like black tendrils stretching in every direction as they tore through the upper levels of the city. Beneath that, the Savage Drones and typical Drones fought alongside their Risen-Srael brethren and fought a bloody and muddy ground warfare.

They slugged through the thick wet dirt in an all out battle for survival, bodies were crushed - living and dead as the corpse piles grew larger and larger. Somewhere in this dense mess, Tathra was fighting as well. He could feel him, that SPARK among the Draelvasier Warriors fighting alongside him.

Their hearts burnt bright. The wide span feeling of empowerment was not shared solely by them, acolytes of the Order of Ashaka worded to empower all of their forces. Even he could feel it. It was a beautiful thing, to feel the powerful spirit of the Bryn'adûl war machine embodied in all of them.

 

[Hrajlmak'Natok]

Objective: A
Units:
Spoiler
Savage Drones
Drones
Servitor (1)
Rhivaks
Brumaks
Warlocks (2)
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Tags: - Kyrim Tenebris | Gorrge | Oni'Maera | Hrajlmak'Natok | Hraelga Nacht | Osam | Tarad Morko | Primarch Drek'ma | Galak | Tathra Khaeus | Xenomir | Sarask Hiskt | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Karnax | Klasst Athlass | Bazh'Thu | Ehud

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Three seas of of savage heads, each bent on glorious destruction, came crashing into Kaehaxa's northern sector. Rhivaks smashed through fortifications while Brumaks provided heavy artillery from a distance. Shelled and drenched in mud and blood, the native Sakiyans put up a desperate fight for their existence. A fight Hrajlmak was convinced, in their large intellectual heads, they knew they would lose.

Hrajlmak looked up from amongst his troops to watch a Draeyde swarm come barreling overhead, within arms reach. He, like any, admired the Bryn'adul warbeasts. The Draeyde were a terrifying sight. Like a black ocean in the sky. They peeled off with exaggerated maneuvering, twisting and turning in unison before descending into the mud to rip the natives apart. Voices down the line began to pierce ambience of carnage. Before long it was apparent there was a sizeable force directly ahead. The march into Kaehaxa gradually became a run and soon enough Hrajlmak and his force were sprinting toward whatever had been engaged. A blaster bolt traveled unimpeded through several drones next to him. Then another...

The fight was on.

Shouts and screams. Blaster fire permeated the thousands of troops attacking while molten spikes were returned in greater volume. Hrajlmak began to push and shove his way to the front, clawing his brethren out of the way in an attempt to get as close to the firefight as possible.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: One
Objective: B
Tags - Krarolk T'manu | Kyrim Tenebris

A second Shard landed adjacent to the one the Zealot T'manu had exited, within it the stone machinations blurred red as the hatch of the Shard decompressed, water spewing through the no longer air-tight hatch as the Zealot squad within took their weapons from the magnetically held latches. Shimmering red cloaked the silver and gold armours of the Chieftain, seemingly mirrored by the grey steel and crimson lit edges of the Zealots armour.

"We're with you, Sire." The Commander spoke, standing tall in his ordained armour; the red and silver complimented by gold trims adorning his gauntlets and helmet. Tathra looked him over once, he couldn't tell if he recognised him. Maybe he couldn't, for some reason it annoyed him that he'd never known them all. But even when he didn't, he loved those who were loyal. Truly.

The Titan nodded as he thrust his right fist into the level, pulling it down as the hatch exploded open. The Zealots followed him as he leapt from the Shard, landing two dozen metres opposite Krarolk and his team. Tathra dodged a palm strike from the closest Sakiyan, using his right hand to push away the Sakiyans hand as he grasped the upper torso with a jab from his right hand for the collar.

Tathra raised the Sakiyan into the air, and thrust the Axe repeatedly into his chest.

"Forward Warriors! Fear nor pain nor death!"

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Three
Objective: A |
Tags: TBD

He lingered, weighing himself against his Staff as he felt the ripples of cool air act as a soothing reminder - good work was to be done. Those who fell, were now children of Khaeus. Even those who turned against them, the heretics were returned to fold upon death.

All creature, no matter their injustices were redeemed in death. For each served the purpose of strengthening the Bryn'adûl by falling, and one couldn't not ask more of such inferior creatures. The Primarch watched below as the Sakiyans ran from the Draeyde.

Their efforts were admirable, but ultimately futile. The black tendrils darted over them; taking them from sight. And once the Draeyde moved on, there was nothing left. Drek'ma couldn't quite imagine what it felt like for those who did not live and breathe this life.

 

[Tarad Morko]

Post: One
Objective: Watch
Tags - Tathra Khaeus | Krarolk T'manu

Tarad had resigned himself to learning, he could not even beat the Zealot that now fought beside their leader. How could he hope to defeat their apex predator if he did not watch and learn. Tarad hid, watching from a distance as the red monster took to the front lines.

His first victim was a thematic and dramatized one, brutalising the poor soldier as a way to bolster the morale of his fellow Warriors. That was how he could draw the red beast out, make a show of himself as an opportunity to strengthen his standing.

The ones called 'Zealots' fought alongside him, but there was no challenger among them. Not yet anyway. He hoped if a challenger appeared, their Chieftain would separate from their forces to take them on. Though Tarad doubted he would get the opportunity to observe such a thing.

This was a slaughter.

 

[Primarch Drek'ma]

Post: Four
Objective: A |
Tags: TBD

Those who did not see that as normality. Watching as those they cherished were wiped from the face of existence, the violating presence of a swathe of black vermin tearing apart their cherished companions. The last thing they see, the last thought they had being that awful loss of control.

This was fact, the Empires at large subjected those under their care to this fate, this eventuality. Drek'ma blamed the cowards in their ivory towards for the awful and purposeless existed that had for so long been considered acceptable by Humans and the other dominating species in this Galaxy.

That all had to change, and the Bryn'adûl would change that by force. There was no other way. Ever day, every new encounter reminded them all of that. Drek'ma looked on in sorrowful disgust. They had cleared most of this city block.

 

[Krarolk T'manu]

OBJECTIVE: B (DESTROY THE HARBOR & ELIMINATE THE IMPURE)
EQUIPMENT: IN SIGNATURE, AND 30x Barad Impact Grenades
IN THE VICINITY: Kra'rolk's Zealot Elite Squad | Kyrim Tenebris | THE Tathra Khaeus
THEME: Super Gore Nest

A second Shard made its presence known, the Chieftain himself bursting out of it.​

The Titan himself let out a war cry that thrilled Krarolk down to his bones, sending his bloodlust rising to levels that exceeded even the most extreme forms of sadism. The only thing the Zealot could think of was death and slaughter as he threw himself towards his enemy, simply absorbing any small-arms fire thrown his way while evading more powerful blasts. He ripped his throwing axe out of the head of the Sakiyan he had slaughtered to begin the battle before sheathing it and sending all his spiritual energy hurtling into his glaive and armor.

With almost all of his gear glowing a pale green, Krarolk lost himself in the slaughter.

A Sakiyan tried to stab him with a serrated blade, only to find himself slammed into the ground head-first and skewered through the heart. Krarolk simply snapped the neck of one Sakiyan who tried to avenge her comrade before pulling his glaive up out of the corpse. Three Sakiyans approached from behind a storage crate, one carrying a machine gun. He instantly prioritized knocking the large gun out of the hands of the enemy, diverting his spiritual energy from his glaive to his axes. The Sakiyan carrying the machine gun evaded the first; however, she broke the machine gun after using it to block the second axe. Defenseless and within stabbing range, the Sakiyan female was unable to react before Krarolk cleanly decapitated her. While he had been focused on the gunner, another Sakiyan stabbed him in his exposed bottom hipbone using a large machete. However, the Zealot Elite had endured much worse. With a sharp tug, he ripped the machete out of his own flesh, blood and tissue pouring out. The pain the Zealot was feeling was rapidly nullified by his intense anger, all reason and rationale lost as Kra'rolk slammed the Sakiyan who had stabbed him to the ground with his foot. Then, he threw all his spiritual energy into the being's knife. With a slice fueled by anger, bloodlust, pride, and the raw power of nature, Krarolk cleanly split the being in half across its belly. The third Sakiyan would not be granted the same opening the second obtained. The Zealot rapidly turned around and locked his left hand firmly around the Sakiyan's windpipe before gouging out both of its eyes, large chunks of meat and blood erupting from the cavities. Letting out an inhuman groan, he tossed the inferior being away as if it were trash and continued his hunt.

With more Zealots rapidly joining the fray and the Chieftain in stow, Krarolk was momentarily pulled out of his bloodlust. That was when he remembered. His objective.

Sighting a few intact sailing ships about a hundred meters away, Krarolk broke into a sprint away from the main battlefield. It was painful for him to leave the blood and gore behind, almost as painful as the wound in the Zealot's hip was. But while the physical wound could be healed, Krarolk already moving some of his spiritual power into the hole of flesh to hasten its regeneration, his bloodlust would not be quenched until he could kill once more. But for now, he would have to settle with destroying.

After closing the distance between himself and the empty boats, Krarolk examined his grenade belt. He still had all thirty he had come with, and none of them had been damaged or stolen in his initial fight. He threw five in a wide arc onto the deck of the sailing ship in front of him. One by one, the grenades detonated, shaking the boat and causing it to list. The heavy concrete residue left behind by the grenades only accelerated the ship's collapse, disrupting the ship's balance before finally causing it to descend beneath the waves bow-first. With one ship destroyed, Krarolk continued on to the next. ​

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[Galak]

Post: 2
Objective: C
Tags - Sarask Hiskt

The squad continued on down the narrow path, watching as the Draeyde darted around like some primordial nightmare. Galak stopped, watching as they cut through a glass wall and almost immediately burst out the other side with a splash of blood following them. The Brute Emissary rolled his shoulders, pulling his rifle closer to his chest.

"The Draedye have always unnerved me. Little insects, they disturb me." Pavium's voice shifted from the atypical humorous voice to one of serious discomfort, slightly overshadowed by hyperbolic inflection. None the less it made Galak smirk slightly, looking over the edge to the depths below.

"Don't get on the wrong side of a Shaman then.." Galak was flippant in his response, he didn't want to seem too serious. But his efforts to relieve any tension were dashed as their squad was opened fire upon.

 

[Sarask Hiskt]

Objective: C

Post: Three

Sarask stopped as she heard just the barest sounds of a blade whizzing through the air, she looked to her side. Down another alleyway just in front of the main part of her body (her head was sticking past), was a group of humanoids stabbing another lone one in the belly. Why did they even bother attacking this city when they were killing each other anyway? No, actually, this must just be small scale. She didn’t really understand it, but maybe they could be used.

New project: fear. She rounded into the alleyway. They had blasters, but those who did weren’t quick enough to avoid her slicing their heads off. Apparently their leader was a bit quicker, because he turned around and tried to stab her, sadly for him, her crystalline body was a bit stronger than his blade, and stopped it short. She cleaned up the rest of them, careful to preserve some of their heads. She looked down at the one they were killing, and stabbed him in the heart.

Okay, now she has around seven bodies. She started to rip the heads and spine off of some of them, and began a grisly harvest.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Post: Two
Objective: B
Tags - Krarolk T'manu | Adrian L'lerim-Vandiir | Kyrim Tenebris |

Tathra threw the gutted body overhead, hot blood spraying over the right side of his face as he swiped down into the next victim. A horrible crunch followed as the ruby beard of the Axe cut through from neck to stomach, the arms and head falling limp as the legs loosely danced as the corpse hinged on the hook of the blade. Tathra yanked upward, throwing the body back into the ground simultaneously as he freed his weapon. He brought his right hand to the pommel, pulling the lower-length of the Long-Axe underarm as he cut from left to right in a downward angle with his dominant hand, cutting down another Sakiyan Warrior before using his right hand to thrust forward, impaling another with the nearly blunt end of the Axe.

The Sakyian tried to grab hold of the Axe, managing only to burn his hands as the molten head sizzled, the blood pouring from his mouth boiling on the surface. Tathra watched for a moment, did he enjoy the suffering? Maybe, there was so much death. So much, destruction. But it was necessary, it was all necessary.

He knew it, and those who came after him did too. Heretics aside, of course. He looked up seeing the large gateway ahead, the Sakiyan citizens were attempting to retreat through the archway. Tathra pulled back, sliding his dominant hand down to the lower length as well as he brought the Axe upside down before striking upward and away from their own forces toward the arch, releasing a powerful wave of red energy toward it; the red wave cut through the arc, causing it to collapse down on the civilians as they attempted to escape.

The gust of wind and ash kicked up into the air, cloaking them all in a thick billow. The vorap molten red vapour that followed the Axe was all one could see as Tathra cut down a dozen more.

 

[Osam]

Objective A
Post 1

Another enemy was struck down by the roving bands of Sraelvun as they maneuvered throughout the cityscape, hunting down whatever armed resistance could be found. Searchlights and spotlights had managed to ward off some of the Draeyde hordes, but the encroaching presence of such manipulated beasts as Syphons was slowly and surely rendering even these strongholds completely moot. Osam glared at the corpse of the Sakiyans only just slain by the squads, observing the makeup of its armament and the wounds which had finally done it in with morbid curiosity.

They'd fought back, of course, but the fight against the Bryn'adul had ultimately proven to be futile. Even these strongholds must have realized that their fate would soon meet them. The Major observed as a pair of circling Draeyde fell from the skies onto the body, ripping it asunder however they were able as they reduced it into strips of flesh and broken bone.

His eyes caught onto a figure somewhere above them -- A Zealot who had been accompanying them for some time, and he offered a quick nod to him and to any of his peers who might've stood unseen with him. The work completed, he hissed a command to the Sraelvun, and they responded, mustering together once more to begin their march on yet another fortification. The Risen-Srael Majors in their ranks whipped their lesser brethren into shape, guaranteeing that they were well-suited for the march.

A gleaming light in the distance provided a target for the warband, and they set off eagerly towards it, intent on shattering it.

Kad

 

[Galak]

Post: 3
Objective: C
Tags - Sarask Hiskt

A mine halfway across the bridge was hit by a rocket, destroying a portion of the bridge. The ground shook, causing the Brute to loose his footing. His eyes widened, feeling his back fall to endless pit as he fell from the bridge. It felt like everything went slow, his mind was analysing everything a hundred times faster. But he wasn't scared, he was a Warrior.

He'd learnt how to die a long time ago and he knew every time he fought that it could've been the end. He accepted that, every Draelvasier did. It was their way. Galak let go of his weapon, grasping with one hand onto the side of the bridge. His heart beat in his chest, thumping with sheer panic. He could've died so easily, that even if it didn't scare him, always phased him in some way.

Slowed him down far too much. It was always that damn loss of control. But even so, he refocused; hearing the calls of the Brutes above amongst the gunfire. Galak pulled his legs to his chest, throwing his left arm up and grabbing the ledge. He needed to get back into the fight, he knew his kin could fight on their own but that didn't mean he'd ever choose to sit it out.