Grimm omens campaign finale

 

Ossuary moon of Vittoru-  Inquisitor Iris led the sisters of battle expedition down upon the moon's surface.  The sisters voiced the horror and outrage at the desecration of this resting place of the hallowed faithful.  The atmosphere was beginning to turn an acrid dark green as it filled with smoke from furnaces burning the defiled bones of the faithful.  This was an abomination and the order of the martyred lady would not let it stand.  They would help Inquisitor Iris kill this Grimm once and for all and return one day to retake and reconsecrate this ground.

Grimm saw the approaching foe.  He owed this Inquisitor Iris a painful death twice over.  Once for the wounds she had inflicted upon him.  And now for daring to challenge him on his new domain.  Grim ordered his forces forward.  The sepulchre dirge wardog set the immolattor racing forwards aflame with it's thermal lance and yet still it came on.  Advancing despite being badly damaged.  Socratis and Harkon began executing a flanking maneuver.  The rebuilt Grave-Tithe Colossus advanced pouring shells into the waves of fanatical sisters before launching itself into their vanguard.  A flurry of claws saw bodies crushed and evicerated.  As Grave-Tithe Colossus brought it's claw down on the last sister it bounced off a dome of sudden golden light that engulfed her.  The sister triggered her meltagun while shouting the canticles of hate.  The blast scored a deep wound into the daemon engine.

Inquisitor Iris ordered a small squad into the cathedral as she hid her squad behind nearby walls.  They were bait to draw Grimm out and they knew it.  They would happily greet martyrdom if the vile desecrator Grimm would be destroyed.  The paragon warsuits marched forward and poured multi melta fire into the Defiler.  The combined fire cored the wounded daemon engine and set it ablaze.  Grimm roared in rage but there was nothing he could do.  A glance revealed a disaster unfolding on his left flank.  The immollator screeched to a halt before the sepulchre dirge wardog.  A dominion squad with melta guns rushed out and into firing positions supported by two penitent engines.  The sisters opened fire.  The meltas cut through armor and cored into the wardog until it's plasma storage ruptured it exploded.  A number of sisters were immolated in the plasma blast and one penitent engine staggered.  But the plasma explosion of the wardog was too much for the damaged immollator to endure.  It's promethium tanks ruptured and the armored transport exploded in a fiery holocaust engulfing the sisters.  As the flames died b only a single damaged penitent engine and a bloody burned palentine stood dazed amidst the conflagration.

Harkon and Socratis emerged on the flank of the paragon warsuits even as a mob of cultists closed on their front.  Socratis scorched the front of one warsuit with a psychic bolt and then the rest opened fire.  Rounds bounced and pinged off the suits.  Socratis heard a whine of energy as Harkon overcharged his plasma pistol.  Socratis smiled under his helm.  The pecking order under this new combined command saw Harkon seemingly elevated above him.  Here was a chance to redress that and see Harkon removed from his path to power.  Socratis reached out with his mind and disrupted the magnetic containment coils.  The plasma pistol exploded hurling Harkon back into the ash and dust.  Socratis felt disappointed as it appeared Harkon was not dead merely unconscious.  Socratis led his legionnaires into the warsuits but saw the cultists hesitate as they noticed Harkon down.  A flurry of blades saw suits wounded but a few of his legionnaires lay crushed by the warsuits maces.

Grimm burst into the cathedral and saw the small squad of sisters gathered by a alter tomb.  The spirits around him hissed and pointed at the far wall.  Through their warpsight Grimm could see through the wall and see his prey hidden in ambush.  Grimm and his chosen fired on the sisters by the tomb cutting them apart in bolter fire.

     "With me!" Grimm rosred and charged the wall.

     The chosen lowered power armored shoulders and smashed through the wall and into the midst of the surprised sisters.  A few managed to loose a single shot before the accursed blades of the chosen rendered them into bloody steaming chunks.  Grimm confronted the surprised Inquisitor Iris.  His staff swing sent her reeling to side as she twisted to avoid the blow and bring up her condemner boltgun.  Lightning whipped out from Grimm's eyes and struck her burning into her and leaving her transfixed as Grimm brought his sacrificial dagger ripping across her throat.  Grimm laughed as the life left the Inquisitor's eyes.

The damaged penitent engine, the palentine and surviving sister charged into the cathedral and Grimm howling fury and rage hacking away their foe with frenzied vitriol.  The penitent engine hacked apart a number of chosen before one slammed a powerfist into it.  The machine exploded killing yet more chosen.  Grimm smashed the palentine into the floor with his staff.  Then awash in the power of the warp glanced at her and incinerated her with warp flame.  Socratis joined by the cultists desperately tried to stop the warsuits.  Legionnaires and cultists fell til only Socratis stood protected by a encircling shield of warp energy.

As Grimm moved to aid Socratis the burned and battered palentine stood up suffused with faith.  Her plasma pistol spat death as she poured fire into Grimm and his chosen.  Shocked Grimm watched one of his chosen blown apart before there was a sudden machine scream and the plasma pistol exploded and the palentine vanished in a plasma inferno.  Socratis however was driven to his knees as a mace shattered his warp shield.  A warsuit backhanded him with it's mace before he could parry.  Socratis flew across the distance to land next to Harkon unconscious.

Grimm advanced alone against the warsuits.  The warp surged through him and he raised his staff.  The spirits of the slain cultists arose and sliced the one suit apart.  Grimm raised his staff again and more spirits arose.  A number of corpses began to arise.  The remaining warsuit fell back chanting the mantra of the Emperor's light for protection  and making a fighting retreat to the retrieval site.  She would survive and warn the Imperium of what had occurred here.  Her order would learn of the desecration of the Ossuary moon of Vittoru and plans could be made for vengeance.  Grimm awash in warp energy and psychic power stood triumphant upon his domain.

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