farseer

On the thirteenth day of Secundus, the bombardment begins. From Orbit the Warmaster's ships lay down an unrelenting barrage of missiles and deadly energy beams. Horus' aim is to cripple the defences around the Emperor's Palace and make possible a massive invasion of the Earth. Striking from Mars the traitor ships have destroyed the lunar bases, smashed Terra's orbiting defences and scattered the protecting loyal fleets.

Horus attack is a call to arms to all of his followers and on countless worlds across the Galaxy forces loyal to the Warmaster rise up and attack those still sworn to the Emperor. The Emperor's realm is in turmoil and some of the greatest battles humanity has ever known are being fought. The Imperium is bathed in flames as the bitter civil war envelopes the stars but it is on Earth, Holy Terra, that the fate of the Galaxy and of Humanity will be decided.

The skies of Earth are black with dust and ash thrown up by the barrage. The land is split with gigantic fissures and the tectonic plates groan with stress. Mountain chains shiver and seas evaporate to become barren deserts. Rains of blood and ash drip from the darkening sky. Astropathic choirs sing of evil portents and men go mad with fear. The fleet of Horus hangs in orbit over the ravaged world. Shielded by the cunningly wrought defences of the tech-priests the pitiful few defenders of Terra stand ready to repel the invaders.

erm. got alot of work done. even with the excessivle amount of time wasted. some people should understand how much time these needless things are drawing away from my valuable promo prep. still, it would be more bearable if you do not constantly bug me about not doing my work. haiz. and again i implore you, beg you, stop mentioning him.

and i still think i'm utterly and hopelessly useless. i pray the wise farseer would grant me some expert advice and foresight. but first. she must listen to me. haiz. haha. nvm.