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Well it came down to a two armies fighting for 3rd place, and as I stated at the beginning these will be decided by a fluff-breaker! One vote each, to end 7 days from now. Creators of the fluff ARE allowed to vote if they like.
Army: Isha's Pin
Fluff: As his company mounted up, Creidann contemplated the piece of black armor in his hand. He never thought he would look back fondly upon the desperate days the armor represented, when the civilians of Ulthwé were forced to fight so frequently they became elite warriors in their own right, the Black Guardians. The civilians still fight, but there are only enough to pilot vehicles only half full of the few remaining aspect warriors. And instead of the great Eldrad, there is, among others, himself.
Creidann knew he was old. But instead of getting to join the Crystal Seers he was leading precious Eldar souls to do what must be done, fueled by the power of many of his old friends’ who have been drawn out of their rest and bound in the soulstones of his staff, their horrible but noble sacrifices just to help push him toward the impossible standard of Eldrad. The time for contemplation over, Creidann respectfully returned the shard to its pouch and with a thought called his dear warlocks to follow him up the ramp of the Ferry of Souls.
The Embers (Fire Dragons) They say the brightest lights burn the fastest, and that is usually the case for the fire dragons. But careful use keeps the members of this squad alive.
The Wall of Hope (Dire Avengers) - Though they have suffered horribly, the Dire Avengers and pilots of this platoon continue to ensure that the foe shall not pass as they never stop moving, yet always seem to be where their opponents wish they were not.
Nine Brothers of the Furnace (Fire Prisms) - The pilots and gunners of this platoon count their ships in their number. Though in battle they lack the physical contact of warriors fighting back to back, their psychic connection gives the nine a closeness a mon-keigh would not understand.
Army: Hive Fleet Aggamemnus
Herith hadn’t slept well since his arrival on PX-8356. A proud soldier with the Thraxian 5th he’d served well in the brutal campaign to purge the barbaric Orks from the once verdant and thriving Thraxan system. Sleep came during the brief respites in the shouting and gunfire of the greenskins. When the sadistic and twisted Dark Eldar attempted to slaughter the populace to harvest their souls, he personally bought one of the largest evacuation ships time to escape the piratical fleet. Sleep came only when the raiders fled with the coming dawn. Even when the traitorous chaos scum poured forth and ripped the warp asunder with their magic’s, he held with nerves of steel and faith. With the skies aglow with dark forces, Herith still slept when his duty was done.
The Mechianicum had headhunted him after the chaos campaign. Took him away from everything he knew. Still the Emperor protects, so he left a willing man. And his faith was rewarded.
He was tested to the limits of physical endurance, his mind probed and his faith examined. The results were flawless. Infact the tech adepts took special notice of Herith, his mind showing slight signs of psychic ability. Not enough to train in service to the Emperor, but enough to test some… specialist weaponry.
The tech priests gave him weapons that burned with the fire of a newborn star, or shredded the mind of those stood in its path till nothing remained but an empty shell. The occasional Ork raid provided willing targets and kept his skills sharp in the defence of the various facilities.
Ever since he arrived sleep had been erratic… tortured even. The psychic weapons grew in power and Herith’s mind was taxed further and further. Then the dreams came.
They made no sense. Words, pictures, strange shapes in the depths of space that didn’t appear to belong there… almost alive, Then PX-8356, itselfdark misshapen forms in the caverns and sewers… calling and waiting, waiting and calling… biding their time till the moment to strike.
The space born lumps drifted closer throughout the months. Ever in dreams, they grew in size and number, till a vast fleet was drifting through Herith’s mind. So too did the forms under the cities, a vast horde of alien forms amassing.
Truly it was the stuff of nightmares.
Then it started. The scratching in his mind. The claws and talons of a thousand angry abominations trying to claw their way out of his thoughts and consume…. Not in dreams, but when awake now…
Feed… the… swarm
What could he do? Tell anyone and he would be removed from the world, possibly accused of taint or heresy! So through each day he persevered, the scratching, the clawing, the nightmares…
Feed… the… swarm…
No man can withstand that for long. It was incredible his mind lasted so long anyway; the relentless clawing and gnawing must have snapped his sanity like a cord.
8 months after his arrival, Herith was sent to the medical wing a broken and insane man.
Feed… the... swarm… the Harbinger…
None knew the meaning of his mad ramblings. The broken gothic seemed delusional and shambolic.
Feed… the... swarm… the Harbinger…
When the spores fell panic reigned. Those who could fled. Those who could not were consumed. Xenobiologists would call PX-8356 the tipping point in years to come. The first time the Tyranid threat multiplied. Their greatest general, The Swarmlord, somehow… cloned? It mattered not, all that mattered was the beast was destroyed.
Herith was forgotten in the chaos. His body consumed. But he did however give one last thing to the Imperium… in death, a last message. The torture in his mind expressed finally in scarring on a ruined wall, naming the beast that assailed the broken planet even now…
FEED THE SWARM. THE HARBINGER COMES! THE HARBINGER OF THE SWARM…
"The Harbinger of the Swarm" Swarmlord w/ 1 Tyrant guard
"The Banes of Perseron" Hive guard
"The Hive protectors" Hive guard
"The Watchers" Hive guard
"Brood Mother" Tervigon
"The Brood" 30 Termaguants
"She Who Spawns" Tervigon
"The Spawn" 30 Termaguants
"The Hidden lurkers" 8 genestealers w/ Broodlord
"Death from Skies Above" Harpy
"Last Shadow" Harpy