The External Kingdom (The Roleplay)

Rashall stood aboard the cloud ship Savanha as it passed over, once more, into the airspace above the Shadowed Forest. He had started overseeing shipments of goods on several of the cloud ships though the civil war was over and nopony in the External Kingdom was crazy enough to attack an armed and armored cruiser flying the colors of the Empire of the Guilded Star, you never knew what would happen. Nekar, along with the Shadowed Forest, were both declared neutral in all afairs with the External Kingdom but they still armed their cargo class cloud ships and outfitted them with full compliments of Caidian Storm Troopers or Imperial Marines to ensure nothing bad befell the freighters.

Rashall simply sighed with relief that this shipment had made it. He still had to talk to Ironmane, the head of House Kurita, about some issues he had.

 

"Warp contact! Ground level at coordinates 01259," comes a cry from the sensorium. Rashall quickly drops the letter from Tremalion wondering if he knew about this, though warp gates tended to flux and appear where they pleased so he quickly threw the blame out.

"What contacts do you have?" Says Rashall hoping it was just a few shades and nothing more.

"Bloodletter leading a group of shades, I know it sounds odd but that's what I'm picking up," says the pony in the sensorium.

"Get me the Grey Dawn their the closest demon hunters around. Tell Justicar Santoro to ready his Grey Knights for combat," says Rashall to the vox station the pony their doesn't even hesitate. Rashall looked more closely at the map and found that the warp gate had opened up in Tremialion's lands, Great now he's going to have questions, thinks Rashall.

"Not a word of this to Tremialion, go covert op status now. His units are too far out to be of assistance," says Rashall heading for the main hanger.

 

The first Grey Knight drop pod slamed down into the area with a little less force than a metiorite impacting the earth. Two more followed it the three of them opened up, but only one contained Grey Knights the other two, dropped into the mass of demons, where deathwind drop pods one was equipid with missile launchers and the other heavy bolters. The weapons would continue to fire until either their ammo ran out or they were destroyed, the hope was that the deathwinds would give the Grey Knights and their Eldar allies time to forge ahead and close the portal.

Rashall looked about the field, he had arrived with a compliment of Prisim warriors and Fire Dragons, his third and final choice had been Dark Reapers as their long range weapons could knock the portal out from a distance.

"Rashall it's good to see you again," says Justicar Santoro approaching.

"Likewise Justicar, lets go kill some demons," says Rashall together he and Santoro's Knights take off firing as they go into the hoard of demons.

 

Fire came up to a large tree, the leaves hanging well out giving his some shelter. He pulled out his sword and stabbed it in the ground, it sank right in, half way up the blade. He pulled it back out and looked at the blade, he admired it for a moment. It was a short sword, made for stabing, 4 inches in side an enemy was worth more than the whole side with a slash. He placed the blade down againts the tree and sat down. His heavy steel segmented armour clinking slightly as he did, he opened the small pouch on his side and took out a flint and steel. He grinned and struck it, letting sparks fly over the grass around him. He placed them behind his wing and grabed what dry wood and tider he could, he made a pile and struck the flint and steel at it. It took a little work but the fire was going nicely, giving him the warmth he needed. He looked around the ground and found a small sponge textured stone. He took it in his mouth and began to slide it down the side of his blade. He finished whet stoning his blade and sad down infront of the fire, watching the magestic, wonderful and powerful flames sweep up into the air, sending little glowing dots of smoulder into the air with them.

 

Max had about 17 chimneys for the day before he could call it a day. He jumps across the rooftops as he suddenly caughts something lying on the roof. He walks over to it and picks it up, examining it closely. After while of examining the golden object, his face shines up and he stuffs down newfound bit in his pocket. "Seems like mah locky dae!" He exclaims while trotting happily towards the next chimney. He jumps up on the stone cylinder and stares deeps down in it. "Man tha's a lot'o'smoke in der!" He stuffs his broom down the chimney, pumping it up and down to get all the dust out, which is flying out of the chimney each time he pumps the broom upwards. Lastly he's done, chimney now cleaned from the excellent sweeping he had just done. Max had always been batter than most of the other chimney sweepers and enjoyed his work to, as he got to jump and run on the roofs of the houses, always with the risk of falling down. He didn't care though, as he loved the feeling of the air as he jumped to one rooftop from another, keeping up his speed until he would meet his destination. He decided it wa time for a break, as he had already taken 21 chimneys already. He sat down and picked up a cigarette from his pocket on his jacket, lighting it with a old lighter he had stolen while he had visited a old ponys house for a chimney sweep. He took a deep breath, inhaling the smokes from the cigarette and exhaled, letting the fumes come ut from his nose. He leaned back on the clean chimney and shut his eyes, drifting of to sleep.

 

Fire ringed the small area around the Eldar, bolter fire stuttered from the Grey Knights their blessed bolts slamming into demons left and right. Rashall stood back to back with Justicar Santoro both Rashall's shuriken catapult and Santoto's wrist mounted storm bolter firing leathal triads into the enemy. A mind impulse eased its way into Rashall's mind it was Nether Wisp she had found an inflertrator team nearby, Rashall told her to keep them safe as some of the demons were missing from the group.

 

Max snapped up, and he jerked his head forward as he woke up. "Anotha' one a dose bad dreams." He was panting and sweating quite roughly because if the nightmare. He stood and picked up his broom and started trotting towards the edge of the roof, picking up pace little by little. When he hit the edge, he put all of his power into his back legs and launched himself to the next roof. As his hoofs touched ground beneath him, he looked at his next chimney to clean, a wide smile on his face. He jumped up on the edge of the chimney, and started the same routine he had learned to master 12 years ago.

(And for those who are sceptical, he was born in Jersey, but moved to The External Kingdom at the age of 10, started chimney swiping at 12, and mastered it a year later.)

 

Nether Wisp saw what the two troopers didn't, the Bloodletter demon right behind them. With one simple thought a pulse of blinding light seared a path through the air right between the two troopers and slamed into the demons heart after which it's body vanished in a wisp of smoke. Her job here done Nether Wisp left to pick off the other demons that had broken ranks to try and encircle her friends.

 

The fire dragons had cleard a path to the portal it's key stone held aloft by warp energies. Rashall saw the stone and gave the signal to Nether Wisp to take the shot, the shot hit the stone dead center and the stone shatered. The blast rocked the entire area the remaining demons, there bridge to the warp destroyed, quickly vanished back to the warp the others had been burned or shot.

"Well then that seems to be the end of that," says Santoro the only casulties where a few broken bones and some brusies the shock assault had had it's effect and Rashall was glad no pony or wolf was going out in a body bag.

"No, I think this may be the beginning though I'm not too sure," says Rashall something still didn't seem right, what he didn't know.

 

Macro opened an eye from his rest. He could hear the sound of burning, the distinct sound of crakling wood and roaring flames in the distance. He looked around and could see smoke riding up from over the trees. He shot up, grabed his sword and darted off towards the fire. He knew the only thing that could make a fire like that so fast would be a fire dragon. He needed to see one up close, maybe see if he could get one of there guns. He came closer and slowed down as he started to see huge, hovering airships above him. He had seen them before but they seemed like they were just coming out of a big fight. A part of him wanted to see what destruction they had left behind. And another told him to turn back now. The temptation was to large as he flew up above the trees to see the path that had been cleared by the dragons. He grinned at the epic destrution they could cause. He knew about the demons that had been coming up in the land, he had also managed to kill two strey ones, only by using the element of suprise. He considered flying up to the airship and seeing what type of power thay had, maybe some fire causing ones. He shook his head at the stupid idea, he would be killed before he could even get close.