Death Guard and Alatioc vs Black Legion and Altioc The battlefields of the 41st Millineum are often strange, with floatingcrystal towers or vast caves beneath the earth. The Eternal Hunt were drawn into a sprawling civil war on the Craftworld Alatioc by the Black Legion who desired their allegiance. The Hunt, for their part, declined with volleys of bolt shells and eldritch curses. The Blight Lord, Palaghrim ordered his plague marines down to the surface of Alatioc even as Eldar tracer fire flickered around their drop ships. Inside the hulls, Focker the Blightspawn spun the crank embedded in his gut and began mixing the chemicals needed to melt through wraithbone armor while Bob distributed blight grenades. Once they landed, the Eternal Hunt was immediately greeted by spears of laser fire and shurikien cannons, putting deep six wounds on one of the Rhinos while a Defiler shell embedded itself in another Rhino for two damage. Some of the Eldar, however, either remained ignorant of the Chaos Marine's arrival or considered them beneath notice, for they continued fighting each other, Dark Reapers and Rangers trading shots across the crumbling buildings of the craftworld. Taking advantage of the confusion and seeing that the Rhinos would be of little use in the tightly packed streets, the Plague marines disembarked from their Rhinos and advanced up the field, spying Rubric Marines, Posessed, and Noise Marines moving to block their advance. Incensed that even the Black Legion thought it could deny their quest for vengeance, The Blight Lord ordered a full scale assault, to disregard the Eldar and crush the Black Legionnaires while he destroyed the dangerous Eldar snipers. Nodding, Bob gestured to his fellow Plague Marines and as one they launched blight grenades at the Noise Marines, the putrid death's heads detonating in showers of poisioned bone and smoke, causing grievous damege to the sons of slaanesh, killing eight of them. Buteven as they died, the Noise Marines pulled triggers and thumbed sonic guitars with deadened smiles on their lips, a wailing cacophony blasting the Plague Marines to shred, leaving only a nameless marine and Bob left standing. Other plague marine groups brought down the Posessed and a few Rubric marines with the power of blight launchers and plasma, while bolters contributed their steady, juddering weight of shells to the fight. Palaghrim himself joined the fight with great aplomb, teleporting down from orbit and smashing through a building in order to begin slaughtering the Eldar Rangers on the second floor. The xenos were shredded by his massive axe and fled screaming. But the joy of slaughter would not last long, for the Black Legion counterattack was fierce as was the Eldar's. The plague marines found themselves hard pressed to survive fire from a wave serpent, dark reapers, and the black legion's commander and sorcerer. Many of the marines were knocked out of the battle by the shells of the defiler scuttling around far ahead and they cursed their weapons for not reaching it. Bob found himself in dire straights as he fended off the Chaos lord with his needle pistol and a few awkwardly lobbed grenades. Several eldar charged at Focker, now that he was isolated, only for him to back up and cover them in his noxious mixture. As they shrieked and melted into puddles of green ooze, he only shrugged and turned his attention to an advancing Wave Serpent, wondering if the same mixture would work on such a vast monstrosity. On the other side of the battlefield, Bob ducked down as the last squad of plague marines behind him unleashed a hail of fire into the Lord and Sorcerer who had wounded Bob, paying them back in kind. Though all parties were hurt, neither had sustained enough damage to put them out of the fight. The same could not be said for Palaghrim and the Eldar Rangers. Though the spindly Eldar had tried to flee, the massive Lord of Contagion caught and crushed them with the massive weight of his axe three by three, only to turn and see the Farseer calling out a challenge to him. "Vile creature, you have no place on this world. Prepare to die!" Palaghrim simply chuckled and strode forward to meet him. "Already did witch, didn't much like it." Focker was in trouble for the Wave Serpent he intended to menace instead disgorged five Fire Dragons and an Eldar Warlock. To his suprise, the Fire Dragons ignored him, marching past the plague marine to launch searing beams of light into the side of an enemy Fire Prism tank. Focker turned in bewilderment to see the Warlock gesturing with his staff, inviting the marine to single combat. Shrugging, Focker once again revved up his churn and bathed the Warlock in effluvent fluid, freezing the challenger in place as the substance solidified and expanded inside his armor, locking him in place as a living statue to be infested with Nurglings and maggots. On the other side of the field, the Plague Marines and Rubric Marines, durable representatives of their respective gods, duled across what once was a front yard with enscorcelled bolters and warp energy. The two sorcerers, so different in look, but similar in power clashed to astonishing effect. Localized fallout around the nurglite sorcerer rotted the grass and poisioned the soil while the Aspiring sorcerer burned swathes of flesh and armor off his counterpart with sheets of golden fire. The Nurglite finished off his counterpart by infecting and engorging the blood vessels in the Tzneetchian brain and detonating it in an explosion of gore, followed up by his own death thanks to Eldar sharpshooting. The noisy, obvious combat had drawn the Eldar's attention even in the chaos of war. Further north the Blight Lord and Farseer fought in their distinctive styles, the Nurglite enduring the dodges andswift strikes of the Eldar and countering with punishing force. The Lord's mental fortitude prevented him from being instantly killed by the psyker's mind trickery, but the strain caused several muscle bundles to rupture and sheets of blood to pour out of his helmet. To his credit, he had managed to nick the Eldar twice, the poisions in each wound slowing the leader moment by moment until it was time for him to strike. With the full weight of his Cacaphrati armor, Palaghrim launched forward and impaled the xenos just as in landed from a jump to his left. The Farseer gasped and scrabbled at the haft of the axe, but the poisions gathered on the axe were already shutting down his organs and crystallizing her blood in his veins. Bob was not having as good of a time for despite to supporting fire of his brothers, the Black Legion leaders, not to mention the Defiler shots, were simply too strong for him to slay in life. So as they closed infor the kill, Bob reached back and launched every single blight grenade in his posession at them. The explosion was tremendous, launching the bodies of the two Chaos Lords into the side of the craftworld and killing the last Rubric marine as the plague marines around the site continued unabated. It was with this final, devastating blow that the battle came to an end. Terrified Eldar fled the field or began shooting at anything that moved, even their own troops, killing the Black Legion defiler with fire prisims. Taking this as their cue to leave, the Eternal Hunt headed back to their drop ships, only to find Bob waiting for them, a smile plastered all across his hideous face as he examined his handiwork.
