Post by Eetion on Feb 23, 2008 9:03:19 GMT
Hi. Theres an Online Campaign about to start. I thought the Hive Mind might be interested. Heres a quick synopsis for each of the Factions, in the upcoming Dulroth Campaign.
Tyranids
The Port World of Dulroth, a vital link in the function of the Imperiums Trade Cartels, Dozens of Merchants and vessels land on this world, the space lanes around Dulroth are thick with traffic….yet amongst these traders are hidden threats.
Three generations ago a vessel landed, containing such a threat… The first victim of the Genestealer. In this 70 years or so the Genestealer Cult has risen and spread, led by the whispered Patriach Nex Ademis. Now the cult has risen to power, its tendrils infiltrating society to the highest levels, Nex Ademis controls not only the supplicant masses but the shock troops of the Genestealers themselves. And now is the time for the Cult to make their move. Nex Ademis has decreed that the cult makes its move, all the while the psychic beacon of the patriarch grows stronger, and the first of the fleets of the Hive Mind turn their attention towards the stricken world.
The question is will the beacon of Nex Ademis be silenced by his rivals, or will this world be consumed.
Chaos
The Vice Dens of the Port world are notorious, every luxury and sin can be bought for a price.. Murder, Rape, Thievery, Knowledge, Death… all have their price amongst the scum of the Port.
Yet these Dens are but the tip of the Ice Berg…. For many are but a front for the truly devout, Cults of the Dark Gods rise easily here… All under the care of Magister Skarmarin. Each of the Gods of Chaos are cultivated here. Yet all is not well for the followers of the Dark Gods! Skamarin and his followers fight running battles against the followers of Nex Ademis, Spawn and Gene Stealers trade blows amongst the sewers and Ware houses of the city…. And slowly the Cults of Skamarin are being forced back…. The gene stealers too numerous and powerful for the fledgling Cults of Chaos. In their desperation, ancient words are spoken and promises made by Magister Skamarin, thus begins a ripple through the warp, and the attention of the ancient Traitors and Renegades turn their attention to the world, Their services bought by the Magister bought with the blood of the innocent and some other terrible price.
The forces of Chaos and Skamarin are now resurgent, knowing full well that the loss of Dulroth although being all but worthless to themselves, aside from the souls collected, the loss to the Imperiums Trade Cartels is huge, and a civilian populace across a dozen worlds will be disgruntled, a prize ripe for taking. Dulroth is simply the match to a powder keg should they succeed.
Imperium
Planetary Governor Alairis Methenon was no fool. Fully aware of the stuggles of the cults within his cities, and quite unsure of just how far up the chain of command of his forces they had spread, he wasted no time in sending a request for assistance. The osteopathic message was sent and the lumbering behemoth that was the Imperiums armed forces began to mobolise.
The world of Dulroth was vital to the trade Cartels and although it held little tactical value its loss would not be tolerated.
Of primary concern to Alairis was the reports of the Cult Leaders, he could neither afford the Patriarch or the Magister to continue, for Alairis took no comfort that the success of either one would result in a Tyranid invasion or a Daemon incursion on his world… Both must be crushed.
Deep within the sector, the battle fleets of the Imperium sped towards their target… and amongst their number two vessels led the spearhead… The Black Ships of the Inqisition…. The 3 Ordos each sending their representatives, The world of Dulroth will become a world at war. With forces sent to crush any cult uprising….
But unknown to the Imperial Commanders, there is more than just the Cults on this world.
Orks
The Trade Cartel Vessel crept closer to the world of Dulroth, It stopped at all the designated check points, yet the Cartel vessel had a rather unusual cargo. Its hold was full to the brim of Green Skinned Barbarians. Warlord Kurnel Graknaz was stod behind the pilots chair as the Cartel Vessel grinned as he clicked his power Claw on the tip of the pilots neck….
“Dats rite Oomie…. Take us in! nice n quiet like! We is not da normal Orkses! I don’t wan dem to know we iz ere until im choppin dere nogginz!”
And so it was… The trade cartel ship entered orbit….
“NOW! FULL SPEED AHEADS!!!!! “ bellowed the warlord severing the neck of the captured human pilot.
The engines blazed into life and surged the vessel into the planet…
The landing was crude, but the vessel survived but effective and the hordes of orks spilled from the hull of the vessel into the surrounding woods.
The Orks had just taken the first step on the path to Waaagh Graknaz! And the Blood Axe Kurnel… would bring the Ooomies of this planet a world of pain!
Tau
Shas’O Meaneth was prepared for the drop, he had his orders… the Ethreals and thus the Greater good had spoken… The Imperial Trade Cartels had to be dealt with. For too long they had interfered with the Taus expansion efforts. With the destruction of their ability to supply the populations of a dozen worlds, the people would starve and go hungry…. They must look for alternatives to supply their needs…. And the Tau were ready to intervene.
Their influence around their empire would grow significantly if they could just deal with the Trade Cartels of the Imperium.
It took a fraction of a second, and the docking clamps released, Dozens of Mantas screamed to the planets surface, The Greater Good need not win here… they need only destroy… The Cartels of the Imperium were their target.
And the Shas’la were girded for war.
Necrons
The Night Warden stared out across the void with empty soulless eyes. The Tombship glided through the system, invisible to all but the most advanced of sensor sweeps. It had been his failure… The rogues ha escaped… stolen his most precious artifact…They had stolen the Sceptre of Eternal Night. They had stolen their way into his Tomb during the slumber, Its loss will not be tolerated.
But he had found it…. It will be his once again!
And this world will be harvested for the insult. Even now the legions of the Necrons roused from the alcoves onboard the Tomb Ship….
And the world the Imperium called Dulroth will be reaped.
Dark Eldar
Lord Methenir had his eye on the world of Dulroth.
He saw the powers of his enemies moving for position, the fighting of the civilians, the attention of the Orks. And methenir in turn moved his forces towards Dulroth. Not for the vain notions of honour, or for profit. He cared not for the slaves he would undoubtedly capture. Lord Methenir had but one reason for this war….. Boredom.
It had been too long since he had spilt blood, the visceral feel of the arena was no substitute for the battlefield. Blood would be spilt, and Methenir relished the thought.
In all likelihood his position in Commargh would be weakened… but boredom is a powerful motivator… and should he find out what his craft world cousins were doing on this world, then perhaps he could take advantage of it.
Eldar
Farseer Balaerin sat contemplating the events. That had yet to come to pass. The ancient enemy arisen and hunting for what was lost, their dark kin seeking meaning and valediction, she who thrists battles with her brothers for the souls of the followers of the Hive Mind. The Mon Keigh seek to reclaim their stranglehold.
All these visions came to pass… all insignificant… then the horror. This world will be a stepping stone the Maiden World T’alene will be plundered… Its bounty destroyed.
This cannot be allowed to pass.
Balaerin awoke, and within an instant his wishes spread through the craft word as the aspects prepared for war.
A tear rolled down Balaerins face, blood would be spilt needlessly, but T’alene must be saved.
Tyranids
The Port World of Dulroth, a vital link in the function of the Imperiums Trade Cartels, Dozens of Merchants and vessels land on this world, the space lanes around Dulroth are thick with traffic….yet amongst these traders are hidden threats.
Three generations ago a vessel landed, containing such a threat… The first victim of the Genestealer. In this 70 years or so the Genestealer Cult has risen and spread, led by the whispered Patriach Nex Ademis. Now the cult has risen to power, its tendrils infiltrating society to the highest levels, Nex Ademis controls not only the supplicant masses but the shock troops of the Genestealers themselves. And now is the time for the Cult to make their move. Nex Ademis has decreed that the cult makes its move, all the while the psychic beacon of the patriarch grows stronger, and the first of the fleets of the Hive Mind turn their attention towards the stricken world.
The question is will the beacon of Nex Ademis be silenced by his rivals, or will this world be consumed.
Chaos
The Vice Dens of the Port world are notorious, every luxury and sin can be bought for a price.. Murder, Rape, Thievery, Knowledge, Death… all have their price amongst the scum of the Port.
Yet these Dens are but the tip of the Ice Berg…. For many are but a front for the truly devout, Cults of the Dark Gods rise easily here… All under the care of Magister Skarmarin. Each of the Gods of Chaos are cultivated here. Yet all is not well for the followers of the Dark Gods! Skamarin and his followers fight running battles against the followers of Nex Ademis, Spawn and Gene Stealers trade blows amongst the sewers and Ware houses of the city…. And slowly the Cults of Skamarin are being forced back…. The gene stealers too numerous and powerful for the fledgling Cults of Chaos. In their desperation, ancient words are spoken and promises made by Magister Skamarin, thus begins a ripple through the warp, and the attention of the ancient Traitors and Renegades turn their attention to the world, Their services bought by the Magister bought with the blood of the innocent and some other terrible price.
The forces of Chaos and Skamarin are now resurgent, knowing full well that the loss of Dulroth although being all but worthless to themselves, aside from the souls collected, the loss to the Imperiums Trade Cartels is huge, and a civilian populace across a dozen worlds will be disgruntled, a prize ripe for taking. Dulroth is simply the match to a powder keg should they succeed.
Imperium
Planetary Governor Alairis Methenon was no fool. Fully aware of the stuggles of the cults within his cities, and quite unsure of just how far up the chain of command of his forces they had spread, he wasted no time in sending a request for assistance. The osteopathic message was sent and the lumbering behemoth that was the Imperiums armed forces began to mobolise.
The world of Dulroth was vital to the trade Cartels and although it held little tactical value its loss would not be tolerated.
Of primary concern to Alairis was the reports of the Cult Leaders, he could neither afford the Patriarch or the Magister to continue, for Alairis took no comfort that the success of either one would result in a Tyranid invasion or a Daemon incursion on his world… Both must be crushed.
Deep within the sector, the battle fleets of the Imperium sped towards their target… and amongst their number two vessels led the spearhead… The Black Ships of the Inqisition…. The 3 Ordos each sending their representatives, The world of Dulroth will become a world at war. With forces sent to crush any cult uprising….
But unknown to the Imperial Commanders, there is more than just the Cults on this world.
Orks
The Trade Cartel Vessel crept closer to the world of Dulroth, It stopped at all the designated check points, yet the Cartel vessel had a rather unusual cargo. Its hold was full to the brim of Green Skinned Barbarians. Warlord Kurnel Graknaz was stod behind the pilots chair as the Cartel Vessel grinned as he clicked his power Claw on the tip of the pilots neck….
“Dats rite Oomie…. Take us in! nice n quiet like! We is not da normal Orkses! I don’t wan dem to know we iz ere until im choppin dere nogginz!”
And so it was… The trade cartel ship entered orbit….
“NOW! FULL SPEED AHEADS!!!!! “ bellowed the warlord severing the neck of the captured human pilot.
The engines blazed into life and surged the vessel into the planet…
The landing was crude, but the vessel survived but effective and the hordes of orks spilled from the hull of the vessel into the surrounding woods.
The Orks had just taken the first step on the path to Waaagh Graknaz! And the Blood Axe Kurnel… would bring the Ooomies of this planet a world of pain!
Tau
Shas’O Meaneth was prepared for the drop, he had his orders… the Ethreals and thus the Greater good had spoken… The Imperial Trade Cartels had to be dealt with. For too long they had interfered with the Taus expansion efforts. With the destruction of their ability to supply the populations of a dozen worlds, the people would starve and go hungry…. They must look for alternatives to supply their needs…. And the Tau were ready to intervene.
Their influence around their empire would grow significantly if they could just deal with the Trade Cartels of the Imperium.
It took a fraction of a second, and the docking clamps released, Dozens of Mantas screamed to the planets surface, The Greater Good need not win here… they need only destroy… The Cartels of the Imperium were their target.
And the Shas’la were girded for war.
Necrons
The Night Warden stared out across the void with empty soulless eyes. The Tombship glided through the system, invisible to all but the most advanced of sensor sweeps. It had been his failure… The rogues ha escaped… stolen his most precious artifact…They had stolen the Sceptre of Eternal Night. They had stolen their way into his Tomb during the slumber, Its loss will not be tolerated.
But he had found it…. It will be his once again!
And this world will be harvested for the insult. Even now the legions of the Necrons roused from the alcoves onboard the Tomb Ship….
And the world the Imperium called Dulroth will be reaped.
Dark Eldar
Lord Methenir had his eye on the world of Dulroth.
He saw the powers of his enemies moving for position, the fighting of the civilians, the attention of the Orks. And methenir in turn moved his forces towards Dulroth. Not for the vain notions of honour, or for profit. He cared not for the slaves he would undoubtedly capture. Lord Methenir had but one reason for this war….. Boredom.
It had been too long since he had spilt blood, the visceral feel of the arena was no substitute for the battlefield. Blood would be spilt, and Methenir relished the thought.
In all likelihood his position in Commargh would be weakened… but boredom is a powerful motivator… and should he find out what his craft world cousins were doing on this world, then perhaps he could take advantage of it.
Eldar
Farseer Balaerin sat contemplating the events. That had yet to come to pass. The ancient enemy arisen and hunting for what was lost, their dark kin seeking meaning and valediction, she who thrists battles with her brothers for the souls of the followers of the Hive Mind. The Mon Keigh seek to reclaim their stranglehold.
All these visions came to pass… all insignificant… then the horror. This world will be a stepping stone the Maiden World T’alene will be plundered… Its bounty destroyed.
This cannot be allowed to pass.
Balaerin awoke, and within an instant his wishes spread through the craft word as the aspects prepared for war.
A tear rolled down Balaerins face, blood would be spilt needlessly, but T’alene must be saved.
