The Fyrd Of Triumph Lost

[sammy1979]

The fyrd rested on the hot day as it had been many months since the Governor of Triumph lost had sent word to every land owner and noble of the imperial grain world to assemble the Fyrd. Each land owner had been required to provide a number of troops in accordance with there tax record. equip and provision the troops then place them in the command of the governors elected commander. that had been ten weeks ago and still the troops had not known the reason why. then as harvest fast approached and the men began to grumble as to the threat to this rarely visited world. tribulation came crashing into the life of this agri world it had began with a loss of contact with one of the professional patrols two days earlier, then like a tidal wave breaking against the shore, the onslaught began thousands of hated Xenos burst forth from the planets belly. each one a twisted parody of human form in metal. and the guards weapons made little impact on this living metal. the sickly green glow of there weapons twisted Evan the guards finest Armour turned into a blackened shell. Now all seemed lost, the retreat to the capitals only space port became a race to safety. it was on this day as the col oms fled a young noble rode his rough rider stallion out onto the planes facing the steel monsters he couched his lance his troop looked on unsure as to his next actions. the steady wave of enemy checked there advance and a single more ornate monstrosity stepped forth. to gaze upon this uneven contest. selecting this as a target the young major put his spurs to his horses flank and charged. not Evan reaching the enemy's line the metallic lord cut down the upstarts horse with a flaying blast of green death as the young man took his final breath he realized it was not in vain. taking courage from his suicidal charge the remainder of his regiment plowed into the necron line there explosive hunting lances shattering the soulless filth into many pieces. The fyrd looked back and as one the retreat checked the general looked on as the rough riders were destroyed " men of the Fyrd will this be our end" shouted the leader of men."no" cried the emperors loyal subjects " well then let us start again" he cried "advance" this cry echoed by the officers and non Com's. the retreat held and the Fyrd Begin the liberation. what comes next is a matter of history.

Sorry about spelling punctuation I'm dyslexic cant quite pin all those full stops down.