Desperate Ressurection

Used in a small competition that i am particapating in, the story presented here is one of a few stories that i have put into the competition. The theme of the competition is Desperation.

Desperate Ressurection

Chanting in ancient tongue, twelve Spiritseers sat with their legs crossed before them, their eyes closed as they concentrated their full attention on the task at hand.

Standing in front of the assembled Warlocks, Iyanna Arienal, held her witchblade above her head in her left hand, her eyes closed too as she invoked her powers to perform the ritual.

Slowly getting down on one knee, Iyanna placed her hand gently around the oval top of the glowing spirit stone that has taken root ground, its long, hidden tendrils reaching deep into the wraithbone, fusing it with that of the Iyanden’s Infinity Circuit.

Feeling the ground tremble under her feet, Iyanna could sense the battle raging just outside the bio-dome she and her Spiritseers resided in.

Ignoring the calamity outside, Iyanna slowly removed the roots that imbedded the spirit stone to the wraithbone with her mind, manipulating the roots from their holdings without causing damage to the precious Infinity Circuit that housed Iyanden’s dead.

Gripped in her hand, Iyanna felt the weight of the spirit stone in her grasp, sensing the ancient hero that resided within the Waystone.

Turning round and walking towards the Spiritseers, Iyanna lifted the oval stone up before her ‘with the Tears of Isha, we call forth the tally of dead back into service once more, to call upon them in our time of need as we battle the tyrannical horde that have invaded our sanctity. Sekoz, we call upon you.’

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Wreathing and swarming across the devoured, destroyed landscape of Iyanden in their billions, hordes of skittering aliens charged towards the entrenched warriors of Iyanden, being cut down in their hundreds of thousands by the stout defenders of the Craftworld, unwilling to falter or fallback in the face of the unwavering menace of the Tyranids.

Millions of gaunts were shredded beyond recognition by the raining hail of shuriken fire. Gargoyles plummeted to the ground by the followers of the Outcast, utilising their marksmen and skill to pick them off as they flew across the skies above them.

Giant raging monsters cast asunder by the firepower of the mighty skimmers that soared through the air as they obliterated all before their long reaching firepower, but all these feats of strength are but nought for the loses they had lost, with millions of Eldar dead littering across Craftworld sized battleground, their screams heard by the Farseers and Warlocks their Waystones were breached, allowing the thirsting god of Slaanesh to feed upon their souls as their bodies were consumed by the jaws of their killers.

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‘Hold fast brothers and sisters; do not waver in the face of these beasts. While they still ravage your homes, fight on!’ Utas cried, leading her squad of Guardian Defenders slowly down the slope of a destroyed bio-dome towards the encroaching swarm.

‘Fire,’ Utas ordered as she and her Guardians unleashed the fury of their shuriken catapults, lacerating the enemy as hundreds of flying sharp discs carved them into bloody green ribbons.

‘Gargoyles!’ warned one of the Guardians as half the squad turned their attention towards the skies, bringing down several airborne creatures with carefully aimed shots.

Looking to her left, Utas saw a couple of Guardians fall to the ground, screaming in pain as they wrestled with their chests, fleshboreres gnawing their way into the soft meat underneath their yellow Eldar armour.

Jetting out of the newly made holes on their chests, blood squirted from the prone corpse, staining Utas’s face and her yellow armour with their still warm blood.

Fear beginning to grip hold of Utas, she continued to fire into the mass packs of the gaunts in front of her, unwilling to show her fear in the face of death. Alone and surrounded, Utas and the remaining survivors of her squad fought with a ferocity that only the followers of Khaine would approve of.

Shadowing above her, Utas stared up into the open maw of a giant beast, as it reared it reared up before. Raising one of its giant claws to strike Utas, the Guardian leader defiantly fired a salvo of shurikens into the beast, ready to go down fighting.

Bringing its claw down, the beast suddenly recoiled back as a green lance of light struck it in the shoulder.

Turning round to find the source of the attack, Utas saw standing at the peak of the hill she and her squad advanced down from a line of eerily, silent automatons, each a large giant cannon in their arm hands, their featureless glass paned faces regarding the scene before them in silence.

But standing above them all, a giant creature similar to its smaller brethren towered over them as it unleashed its shoulder mounted bright lance, the green beams of light destroying all who was touched by it.

Standing in front of the Wraithguards, a warlock lifted her witchblade above her head as it ignited with purple warp fire ‘warriors of the dead let loose of your anger and hatred, let not these invaders be our undoing!’ said the warlock as she pointed her sword dramatically at the Tyranid brood.

Raising their wraithcannons, the Wraithguards sent a volley towards the swarm surrounding the guardians, briefly tearing an opening into the warp before disappearing, leaving only carnage as limbs and entire creatures are sent to their doom within the warp, they’re only evidence of existence is that of a bloody green pool on the ground.

Charging down the hill, the Wraithlord hefted his long, elegant sword in its right hand, readying itself for the oncoming bout with the wounded but still living Broodlord.

Roaring at the Wraithlord, the Broodlord lumbered forward, stampeding up the slop. Diving out of the way, Utas leapt to avoid being crushed underfoot.

Swining its sword from the right, the Wraithblade clanged from the Carnifex’s left claw before attacking it again. Raising its right claw, the Broodlord brought the claw down, narrowly hitting the Wraithlord as it sidestepped the attack.

Attacking upwards, the Wraithlord chopped the claw at the joint, green blood gushing from the word. Its flank exposed, the Wraithlord plunged the blade deep into the Broodlord’s skull, retracting the blade and sidestepping again as the beast fell.

With their leadership temporarily disrupted, the brood mingled about mindlessly before retreating, the Wraithguards still pursing them.

Staring up with wide eyes, Utas watched as the Wraithlord at her ‘you fought bravely young one,’ said the Wraithlord ‘who… who are you?’ Utas asked.

‘My name is Sekoz, I have been brought back to Iyanden’s service,’ announced the Wraithlord. Trudging off, the Wraithlord continued his pursuit.