Forum:Trouble on Tristalt

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Background
Times have been terrible for the Hive World of Tristalt III. Only having just barely fended off and Ork Waaagh! ten years earlier with significant aid from off-planet forces, now they almost immediately after their allies left suffered a Chaos uprising on a vast scale, creating a bitter war lasting ten years where Imperial reinforcements only arrived recently. However, even that is the least of their problems. Just as the Imperials began to claim victory after pushing the forces of Chaos far north into the coldest parts of the world Lictors and Genestealers stalk the shadows and the Tyranids are not far off. But they may not be the only ones interested in Tristalt III.

Chaos

 * Bjarni Gunnar was drawn into the conflict as it began to look like a defeat. Despite hacking his way through several hundred people so far, he has failed to inflict meaningful victories by himself. Ironically, his most infamous killing of the planet's spiritual leader while he preached that the greatest test was upon them caused the inhabitants to resolve themselves even more towards fighting off the insurgents. He begins at the north skulking and hacking through both sides of the conflict.

The Beginning
Bjarni surveyed the crowd of civilians fleeing away from some new battle from his position on a ruined floor. It had taken some sort of shell and was now the perfect lookout. For weeks he had stalked the planet. Imperial soldiers and Chaos minions alike met their end at his merciless axe, and he still hunted for the perfect fighter.

"Disgusting," he muttered angrily as he watched them, "They won't even lift a finger to save their own homes."

Curious incidents had happened - now bodies were turning up with claw marks in them and most of them had been chewed at.

Batlike pinons extended as he grasped his axe and prepared to fly. There was no fighting worth his time to be done here. Perhaps if he went towards what they were fleeing from he might find something. Where there's crowds of fleeing civilians there's someone with a gun.

Lither My talk My wiki 14:55, July 17, 2012 (UTC)