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Gorak
Gorak was angered, but that was nothing new since he
dedicated his soul to Khorne. He and many of the Iron Warriors Chaos Space Marine Legion
had been conducting a siege upon the main hive on the Imperial world of Sarmean for the
last two weeks. What really galled Gorak was that he had not seen combat yet. Had he been
leading the hoard they would have found a way to get the shields down other then pounding
them with siege engines, but this was not the case as his daemon primarch was standing
beside him upon the hill over looking the chaos horde and the hive. "My lord, my
blade hungers for the blood of the weak scum that inhabites the hive, when will we be able
to begin the assalt?" he asked. "SOON" was the reply from the armored
daemon, "SOON YOU SHALL LEAD YOUR BERZERKERS INTO THE HIVE AND YOU WILL KILL ALL YOU
SHALL KILL ALL OF THE IMPERIAL SCUM, AS SOON AS THE SHIELD DROP." Suddenly without
warning a bright flash illuminated the darkness as the shilds finally fell, and a large
cheer arose from the ranks of the lost and the damned. Perturabo looked to the berzeker
lord and said simply: "NOW GORAK." Gorak only smiled his psychotic smile as he
powered up his ancient chainaxe.
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