Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150429173912/@comment-107.196.174.179-20150508182437

(Lets keep the pace of this battle slow, since 75. posts later in the day.)

As fire rained from the skies, the voice of Lokass echoed in the comms set of every fallen in the caves around the pass.

"Brothers! Sisters! Today, the cabal besiege us at our own door! They seek to exteriminate us, to tear our home from this moon's skies and destroy all we hath worked to build! They think us vermin, scavengers who cannot stand agianst their warmachine! We may be scavengers, but what they do not know, do not realize, is that we art also warriors! So when the rain of fire ends, go forth, meet our foe! Show them that we are not weak, that we are not cowards, that we shall not bow before them! Show them the power of the house of storms! For today, we art not scavengers, we art warriors! And we shall fight to the last!"

Lokass's warcry was echoed by several hundred throats as the orbital barrage ended. The fallen leaped to their tasks with vigor as they manned their posts. Soon, harversters were swatted out of the sky, felled by bolts of arc infused plasma guided by the storms own wrath as much as magnetic fields. Those cabal foolish enough to enter the caves fell prey to waiting stealth vandals, who fell upon them with shock blade and shrapnel launcher. All this transpired as the main force of the cabal marched into the mouth of the pass, the banner of the house of storms waving proudly over the entrance.