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OOC: ok... I will move on...

IC: The Crone World of Aredent III was under the rule of the Sacrilege Fiends, a Chaos Warband that took the planet as a reward from the Chaos Gods. Yet now... the rule of the Warband over the World was questionable at best...

Draegan had slumbered on his Throne for an unknown period of time, yet time was of no value in the realm of the Great Ocean. None could tell what the Fallen-Lord felt when he was awake, his Grey-Hood was too dark to cover his face, only Pharaz was aware of Draegan's condition. It is rumored that the Fallen-Lord slumbers with one eye open, in case that Belphegor will break free of his own blade and will try to slay his former ally.

The Gates to the Throne Chamber where slowly opened, the Gates were grinding over the floor, yet that shall not disturb the peacfull sleep of the Fallen-Lord. His mind follows the flowing currents of the Warp, he is in a deep sleep, motionless and breathless. The Chaos Sorcerer Pharaz had entered Draegan's Chamber, he saw Draegan sitting on the Dread-Throne, leaning on the fist that held his head. The Throne was decorated with skulls and trophies that belonged to the Warriors of the False Emperor.

The Warp-touche of the Sorcerer had pulled the Fallen-Lord's mind back into the "reality", though Draegan could simply do it himself.

"I apologize for troubling your peaceful sleep, my Lord. But there is a matter of Great important!" - said Pharaz as he kneeled before Draegan.

Draegan was still motionless, but Pharaz felt that the Fallen-Lord's mind was present.

"Speak". - ordered Draegan.

"Our World is under attack, my Lord". - after delivering the message, Pharaz had summoned up a Warp-Cloud that showed what was happening in the Northern-Villages of Aredent III."The Enemy is Great in numbers and in Strength, we may not be able to fight back..."

Draegan was looking motionlessly at the Warp-Cloud. It showed how Draegan's slaves were slaughtered, and how his local Guards were futile to stop the Enemy Forces.

The Fallen-Lord has rose from his Dread-Throne.

"Prepare the Angel of Despair, I want to witness it with my own Eyes".

The order was carried out by the servats of the Fallen-Lord. He soon rode his Bike, accompanied by his fellow "Storm Fiends" to the top of the "Great Edge". At the hight of the Mountain, thousands of meter high. Draegan stood and watched from afar as the Aetherial-Flames burned down the Northern-Villages, it began to attract the Daemons that were resting nearby. The Daemons began to assualt the invading Forces.

"They have disturbed the slumber of the Damn-Spirits", - Pharaz whispered.

"They were aware of that, they know what awaits them", - Draegan replied. "It will buy us a little time we need in order to crush them."

Pharaz was surprised.

"My Lord? Shall we not run?"

Draegen gave Pharaz a deadly gaze, Draegan saw that Pharaz's very Soul was trembeling. But Pharaz feared not the death, but what would come after that.

"Since the day I have betrayed the Emperor, I had been on the run from all Forces that could harm me. It came to an end when We have recived this World, no more...

Draegan turned towards one of his Lieutenants.

"Talos, gather our forces. We shall ambushe them in the passageways on the mountains".

Draegan had then entered a psychic-communication with Pharaz.

"Send a message through the warp that the Enemies of Chaos have finally arrived. The Chaos Undivided calls forth It's Greatest Hosts! The Bloody-Battles of Aredent III awaits it's Warlords..."

With this Final order, Draegan and his Forces began the preparations for the Great Warfare.

OOC: If anyone wants to join me in fighting against Vulture's Forces on Aredent III, let me know IC.