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[Ghazkull]

((you'll see mesor))

Affirmative Visitor. Do you want me to annihilate the biggest cities or the Food-Production centers?

[mesor]

(( Hmm a mystery, this could be funny. ))

[Ardas]

"Yes, very formidable. I wanted to infomr you that I will give you free hand in biological research, as long as you devote part of your time to helping me restore the bombed land to state fit for human colonization. after all, I cannot show bombed wateland to the church authorites and tell them that this is our success...."

[Ghazkull]

Affirmative. We will send a devoted research team and the necessary equipment.

[Ardas]

"Great to hear that. Archon out."

Campaign is to start. All troops are to march out and eliminate all resistance to clear the territory of any remaining xenos or mutants. Avoid toxic areas for now.

[Dragor23]

Follow the Archons army as rear protection.

[Azthor]

Lord Azthor nods at the soldiers and heads over the table.

"A Deck of Ascendants, an interesting choice. Do any of you know how to read it?"

[Taricus]

No. Scan for the church's main stronghold, and their main ground force on the surface."

[Ghazkull]

None of them looks up from the table, all concentrating on the game.

Kapan's balls no. Why should we? Sappers High House War! I win pay up lads.

By Kapan's hoary ears, last game that was worth nuthin'

different Game Jax, different game now...

suddenly the whole Table shudders and then flips half over as something from below hits it. The men at the table barely hold it in place  but the whole game skitters from the table including the meagre stakes in the middle.

Yer Chained One be damned bastard! Trying not ter pay yer gaming debts? I'll help ya yer git!

The man named Pick draws a pistol from his side ( one that closely resembles one you have never seen before, it's making seems ancient)

't wasn't me Pick! T' was the table itself i swear!

suddenly the table is flung completely over and a swearing man scrambles forth. In the bad light you can't really make out his uniform.

YER GIT! I'll take yer head an'... the rest vanishes in unintelligible screaming as the heavy set man jumps on the intruder and throws him aside. His comrade,Jax, taking a spade start beating into the already unconscious soldier, while Pick jumps into the tunnel and starts shooting and screaming.

RUN YE COWARDS! JAX get the Hoary Brothers with the flamethrowers. There's some tunnelrats that need smokin' out!

[Taricus]

((Bwahahahahaha.))

[mesor]

(( Hahaha well at least he made it to the base so they can get the message when he comes round. ))

[Ghazkull]

Target's locked. Do you really want to do that? We don't know whats in those things...

[Azthor]

Check if the unconscious soldier still has a pulse and see if he has anything on him.

[Ghazkull]

[2] The Man is dead. You search around in the darkness but find nothing interesting. Grunting a mob of men with Flmaethrowers in Heavy Armours trudge past you, and jump into the tunnel where the screaming of Pick has grown fainter...seems like he was chasing the enemy soldiers ahead of him.

[mesor]

The reserve regiment is to take up position covering the tunnel and 1 cannon is to placed to cover the entrance, Then 5 men are to be sent down the tunnel and to surrender to the first man they come across, the commander of the reserve regiment is to follow the 5 men and shout this if challenged by enemy soldiers.

"I serve the house of Nova the same as you fools now stand down and take one of these messengers to your master or I'll have your heads for blowing our best chance to win this battle with minor losses, GO NOW!!"