They came from behind

It was a dark day. The ground was unstable, and the winds of change where blowing. The Shas'O didn't enjoy the taste on the air. It was like a portent of doom he just couldn't shake.

For the greater good!

It was the most disgusting field of battle imaginable. Slime dripped from every branch, a river of sludge flowed through the center. The reak was horrible. They had been hidden in position for a week waiting for this moment. This was their chance to make good their strike. It was a chance to wreak havoc upon the foe before battle even commenced, then they would quietly fade into the background. There was the signal, they opened fire. One salvo, no more, and then gone. Before the foe knew what was happening the Broadside stumbled, wounded. Across the field other shots rang out, targeting anyone that stands alone. The Changer of Ways had aided his pleasure seeking brother, had changed the tide ever so much, and put into motion yet another thread in the unfathomable scheme.

Growing Darkness

Dravos scanned the surrounding area, his millenia of experience telling him that open battle was near. The Acolytes of Change had just been notified by their orbiting fleet that the enemies were making planetfall. Despite their initial success in controlling the sector, Dravos knew that it was only a matter of time before all manner of foe would descend upon Gore Swirl, whether it be disgusting alien scum, or the ancient enemy themselves. Prospero be praised he thought to himself, relishing the idea of gutting an Imperial coward or better yet their lackey dogs, the space marines.

Blood and Honor

"Remain in formation." Master Acaeleus' voice hissed over the comm of the land raider. As the holy tank slowed the predator tank followed suit. "This is it, where we make our stand. Croxis, position the Damocles and begin jump protocol."
"Yes Master." Croxis issued his acknowledgment of the order and as he spoke the rhino moved beside the larger tanks, its communication array scanning for enemy chatter while alerting their battle barge outside of orbit to begin deployment.

When the King falls.

As small clouds of metallic terror slowly drift across the hills and woods, the adversaries face one another. Eager to do battle, eager to draw blood. The forces of the Imperium, intent on holding the portal in the name of the Emperor, sure that the others have only foul intentions. The forces of Chaos, visions of glory and power fueling their desire to take control and rule once more. The Tyranids, intent only upon the biomass that can be harvested if the are able to reap the portals mighty harvest. Only one can be king, only one can take control. Who will triumph? Or will the portal be its own master once more.

I shoot your shooty guys with my weapon thing.

For six long days the sector knew peace. It prospered under an iron fist. Daemons grew fat off of small children. Treasures were plundered. Innocents were sacrificed. Schemes were schemed. Plots were plotted. Conspiracy, espionage, and intrigue abounded. Webs of deceit were spun.
Sadly, there were those who, to simple to put forth proper plans, turned to the only way they knew, strength of arms. Once again, war gripped Goreswirl.

Ah, to name a king

In the beginning there was no King. Thus, in an effort to name a king, four forces gathered. The only solution, to take the King's Hill, to take the King's Crown, to take it all. The only method, fire. The only target, everybody else. The four players strong enough not to pussy out with some lame excuse, John with Tau, Calavin with 'Nids, Chris with Sisters, and Allan with Chaos Space Marines. Who will be victorious? Who will become king? Who will rule for all time(until next week)?
Read on, if you dare!(no really, its really long)