Back Alley Brawl on Solemnace

## Combatants

Wayforgers of Craftworld Gia'trell

Royal Entourage of the Nehebkau Dynasty

## Commanders

**Wayforgers**
Farseer Nuadarirr

**Nehebkau Royal Entourage**
Overlord Pharon ultakk

## Strength

**Wayforgers**
Farseer
Spiritseer
Guardian Defenders
Dire Avengers
Dark Reapers
Warlock Conclave
Shroud Runners
Warp Spiders
War Walker
Wraithblades

**Nehebkau Royal Entourage**
Overlord on Barge
Overlord
Technomancer
Lychguard
Lokhurst Destroyers
Canoptek Reanimator
Annihilator Barge
Triarch Praetorians

## Casualties

**Wayforgers**
Weaving Elk - Structural Fatigue

**Nehebkau Royal Entourage**
Canoptek Reanimator - Marked with Shame

After having the object of her Craftworld's salvation snatched from her at the last moment by Trazyn t he Infinite, the Wayforger contingent rushed deeper into the Tomb World of Solemnace. Their Craftworld's salvation was before their eyes. They would not let this chance go so easily, and so Exarch Taldoresh of the Crystalline Web Warp Spiders, Spiritseer Kelmath, and a retinue of Wraithblades led the chase.

Unbeknownst to them, Overlord Pharon Utakk of the Nehebkau Dynasty was touring the collections of Solemnace with his royal retinue, and Trazyn had dropped the relic in the path. The Nehebkau retinue had no reason to care what the device was beyond curiosity, nor how prized it was by the Eldar that suddenly appeared in his path with it. No, it was the audacity of their intrusion that upset Pharon.

## Wayforger Narrative

Kelmath urged his Wraith retinue to move faster. Emotions surged through his mind, both his own and the dead's: The craftworld was in dire danger. They could save it here and now. Exarch Taldoresh's raspy  voice sung in his mind, wiping away the emotions +The relic has suddenly been abandoned at the crossroads up ahead+ Nothing more needed to be explained. No plan needed to be laid. Untold engagements fighting together and the urgency in this moment dictated but one course of action. Kelmath and his Wraithblades rushed to shield-wall off the relic while one of the Exarch's warriors claimed the relic. Kelmath did not even have time to feel elation at the objective being secured before the touch of the Bloody-Handed God was upon them.

+Necron'tyr! Retreat now while we can!+  Farseer Nuadarir's voice sang out through the Wayforger's minds. The Crystalline Shrine warriors were about to warp shunt out when Tesla  fire from the darkness of the caverns streaked past the Wraith position. Kelmath turned his head slowly in horror as he saw two warriors crumple instead of shunting, the device tumbling to the ground behind him. The metal menace was then swarming his position, and Kelmath knew he and the wraiths had to hold this point and keep them away from the relic. Surrounding them on three sides was just a mass of the metal menace,

one particularly regally clad figure on top of a barge started to shriek in a hysterical manner,

"HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT MY TOUR? ME, PHARON ULTAKK OF THE NEHEBKAU DYNASTY, OVERLORD OF-"

Kelmath didn't really care what it had to say and pelted it with his shuriken pistol. It didn't have any desired effect he had hoped for. Whatever damage was done disappeared when the silver metal shimmered as if water and smoothed back out. Almost more unfortunately, as far as Kelmath was concerned, however, the Necron'tyr did not stop its hysterics. It instead began to rave even louder as it charged straight at Kelmath, oblivious of all else.

Cynbar and guardians hung back to protect their line of retreat when the device was secured. It was increasingly looking like that was not to be. Exarch Cyrian of the Dire Avengers rushed forward to dive for the device when it tumbled to the ground, but one of the fallen Necron'tyr reanimated on top of the device. The relic was then lost in the quagmire that the contest of arms at the alley junctin had become. Cynbar witnessed Kelmath dueling the Necron'tyr Lord, but she knew Kelmath was no duelist. It was only through the grace of Asuryan that he is holding his own against the raving Overlord.

Sustained fire from Dark Reaper launchers, Dire Avenger catapaults, and the lightning of Seer destruction rained down death to any Necron'tyr not engaged with the dead. Cynbar felt the pangs of despair as the focus shifted back to the main combat going on. The silver horde before them had not thinned. The Wraiths hacked and chopped to free themselves of the encircled menace, but every Necron'tyr that fell just reanimated itself before them.

Once more, Farseer Nuadarir's voice rang out in  the War Host's minds, but it was strained and labored. +Open fire on the horde! We need to cut open a path for them to escape. Fate eluded us today, but it has not escaped us.+

Cynbar turned to obey the command, and in doing so she realized why the Farseer sounded so strained: The Seer Council had charged into the fray in a desperate attempt to steal back their fate. It had not worked. Cynbar couldn't even see Kelmath amongst the masses anymore, and the Wraithbone shells of the Dead were in shambles. Concentrated fire from the remaining Dire Avengers, Dark Reapers and Guardian Defenders were able to create just the barest of opening for the Seers to break out of the horde: Kelmath slumped over Nuadarir's shoulder, and only a few of the Wraith Constructs able to make it out.

In their flight, Cynbar couldn't help but still hear the raving of the Necron'Tyr Pharon screeching its annoyance.