Colchis - 831.M30
The desert stretched endlessly in every direction, its vast emptiness broken only by the occasional dune or rocky outcrop. The sun blazed overhead, casting waves of heat that shimmered and danced on the horizon. You stood on a rise, looking down at the camp of the Chaos army. Their banners flapped in the hot breeze, and the sounds of their preparations for war drifted faintly to your ears. Their forces were numerous, their power daunting, and their intent clear: to sweep across the land like a plague, leaving destruction in their wake.
But you were not without your own means. With the ancient power of sorcery at your command, you had the ability to shape the very elements to your will. You knew that a direct confrontation with the Chaos army would be devastating, so you decided on a different approach. You would use the desert itself as your weapon, calling forth a sandstorm so powerful that it would bring their advance to a halt.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, centering yourself. The knowledge of the ritual came easily to you, as if it had always been a part of you. You began to chant, your voice low and resonant, speaking words in a language older than time. As you chanted, you felt the power building within you, a swirling vortex of energy that resonated with the ancient spirits of the desert.
Your hands moved in intricate patterns, tracing symbols in the air that glowed with an otherworldly light. The wind began to pick up, first as a gentle breeze, then growing stronger, whipping the sand into swirling eddies. Your voice rose in intensity, the words of the spell flowing from your lips with increasing speed and power.
The air around you crackled with energy, and the sky darkened as if a great shadow had passed over the sun. The wind howled like a living thing, shrieking and moaning as it tore across the desert. Sand lifted from the ground in great clouds, the individual grains becoming tiny, stinging missiles.
You continued to chant, your will driving the storm, shaping it, guiding it. The wind screamed in response, and the sandstorm grew, a massive, churning wall of sand and dust that blotted out the sun and turned day into night. The temperature dropped sharply as the storm drew on the cool air from the higher atmosphere, creating a stark contrast to the blistering heat of the desert floor.
The storm surged forward, a monstrous, unstoppable force that swept towards the Chaos camp. You could see the enemy soldiers scrambling, shouting in confusion and fear as the storm descended upon them. The banners were torn from their poles, tents ripped from their moorings and flung into the air like leaves in a hurricane.
You focused your will, directing the heart of the storm to settle directly over the Chaos camp. The wind howled with a deafening roar, drowning out all other sounds. The sand lashed at exposed skin, tearing at flesh, blinding eyes, choking throats.
Through the swirling sand and dust, you could barely make out the forms of the Chaos soldiers as they struggled against the storm. Some tried to shield themselves, others sought cover, but there was no escape from the fury of the desert. The storm was a living thing, a force of nature that answered only to you.
Amidst the chaos, you, Lorgar, and Dharok moved with purpose and precision, your power armor shielding you from the worst of the storm's wrath. The desert had become your ally, its elements a cloak for your infiltration.
With the storm providing cover, you advanced to the edge of the camp, the howling wind masking the sound of your approach. Visibility was near zero, the swirling sand reducing everything to vague silhouettes. You signaled to Lorgar and Dharok, and the three of you fanned out, moving silently through the storm's embrace.
Ahead, an outlying tent loomed, barely visible through the haze of sand. You gestured to your companions, and the three of you converged on it, moving like shadows. As you neared, you could hear the muffled voices of the sorcerers within, their incantations fighting against the storm you had summoned.
Drawing closer, you and Lorgar took positions on either side of the tent's entrance while Dharok positioned himself at the rear. You exchanged a brief glance with Lorgar, and then, in a coordinated strike, you moved.
Lorgar slipped inside first, his movements swift and silent despite the heavy power armor. You followed immediately, with Dharok bringing up the rear. Inside, the sorcerers barely had time to react. Lorgar's fists struck out, precise and controlled, slaying the first sorcerer before he could utter a sound. You followed suit, a swift blow to the back of the second sorcerer's head killing him instantly. Dharok killed the third with practiced ease.
The tent was secure. You moved quickly, hiding the bodies of the sorcerers to prevent anyone from finding them. The storm raged outside, your actions hidden from prying eyes and ears.
Once the bodies were hidden, your expression turned grim and focused.
Your fingers brushed lightly against the first sorcerer's forehead. The body shimmered briefly, the power weaving into its very essence, transforming it into a deadly weapon. You repeated the process with the other two sorcerers, each one now a ticking explosive.
With the bodies turned into bombs, you moved to the next target, advancing through the camp with lethal efficiency. Each tent you infiltrated, each sorcerer you killed, added to your tally. The storm continued to rage, but you knew it wouldn't last forever.
Your tally had reached eleven when the alarm was finally raised. A shout pierced the howling wind, followed by the clanging of a bell. The Chaos camp stirred, the sorcerers within sensing the intruders. You could feel the storm beginning to wane, the sorcerers' combined efforts starting to dispel your conjured fury.
"Father, now!" Lorgar shouted over the din, knowing time was running out.
Your eyes glowed with power as he activated the spell. The first sorcerer's body detonated with a blinding flash and a thunderous boom, the explosion tearing through the camp. Shrapnel flew in all directions, and the blast wave knocked over tents and sent soldiers flying.
One by one, the other enchanted bodies detonated, each explosion adding to the chaos. The camp was a scene of utter devastation, flames licking at the remains of tents, the ground littered with debris. The storm, though weakened, still provided enough cover for your retreat.
"Fall back!" you ordered, and the three of you moved swiftly, retreating from the camp as the Chaos forces scrambled to respond.
You reached the rise from where you had summoned the storm, turning to survey the scene below. The Chaos camp was in disarray, the sorcerers' attempts to dispel the storm halted by the chaos of the explosions. The storm still swirled, though it was now more of a light sandstorm than the ferocious tempest you had unleashed earlier.
"We did it," Lorgar said, his voice filled with satisfaction.
"For now," Dharok added, ever cautious. "They'll regroup and come after us."
"We've bought ourselves time," you said, your eyes fixed on the distant camp. "And we've shown them that the desert is our ally."
GAIN:
11 of the 25 Sorcerors dead.
Lorgar: Telepathy at 5 Dots.
CHOICE:
Lorgar has enough xp for the 4th dot in one Psychic discipline. Choose which.
[] Write in Psychic Discipline
Also, you guys forgot CCC. I did not add it as I do not spend resources unless the plan demands it.
Essence 7/12. Willpower 10/10
