Siege of Vraks - A Daemon Lord Cometh: Vraks' dark sky was sundered by lightning and vomited forth Anggrath, mightiest of Bloodthirsters, guardian of the Throne of Skulls, most beloved servant of Khorne, come to Vraks to revel in its landscape of destruction and death. He plunged from the storm ridden skies on black pinioned wings, a child of the lightmng, and came to rest upon the ramparts of the Cardinal Gate, perched so as to survey his battlefield, glowing red eyes sweeping back and forth, searching for a target worthy of his mighty martial prowess. He paid no heed to the shells that exploded about him, red-hot fragments of shrapnel sizzling through the air as harmless as rain.With a great beat of his outstretched wings An’ggrath rose and for the first time bellowed his master’s name as a war cry into the sky to announce his arrival. His cloven feet slammed into the ground, splitting stone as he raised his axe high above his head and smashed it down with all his might The red hull of a Dreadnought splintered, its sarcophagus torn open, a second blow shattered the Red Hunters Dreadnought into a thousand pieces as its reactor exploded.Enemy fire was raining around An'ggrath as he plunged into the enemy again sweeping aside all within reach his rage now unstoppable. His axe cleaved down onto a Land Raider, the Grey Knights vehicle unable to reverse away fast enough, the weapon's saw-toothed blade sheared through the armoured hull, driven deep by An'ggrath's vast strength, then it exploded into a fireball that engulfed both the tank and its assailant. Consumed in orange flames the beast bellowed in delight, and leapt high again on its beating wings its mane and wings now trailing fire. Still smoking An’ggrath landed, flicking out with its fire-wreathed lash to claim two more souls for Khorne.Seeing the destruction. Brother Captain Arturus charged, his fellow Grey Knights at his feet, force halberds levelled as they met the great beast at a run. Force power whipped from the halberds, and for the first time An'ggrath roared in pain Arturus" brethren added to the psychic barrage, each unleashing their mental powers, blasting the Daemon with waves of force lightning that grew into a storm raging about it m searing bolts of light and flame. An’ggrath writhed in agony and lashed out wildly, its first axe blow sending one brother flying through the air. Its second cut a Grey Knight in two torso severed. Die! demanded Captain Arturus. The effort of his psychic exertions now draining from him, and with it his strength. But his reactions were still fast, and his halberd swept up to meet An’ggrath’s axe as it cut down onto him. The weapons met and sparked with energy, but neither gave way.The fierce psychic vortex around the melee was dissipating, but the surviving Grey Knights plunged forwards again An'ggrath countered, sweeping aside the halberd strikes and driving his enemies back in a flurry of massive blows and another brother was cut down, his body trampled beneath cloven hooves. Arturus summoned the last of his strength and felt power surge through him again and into his halberd re-energised it crackled into life with a blue halo. An’ggrath swung again, a blow to split a mountainside, and Arturus met it. Crying out with the agony of the effort Again both weapons met, dark energies sparking, and this time his halberd was destroyed in an explosion of psychic energy that illuminated the darkness. Arturus stumbled back, disarmed, grievously wounded and collapsed, utterly spent. The last two brothers of his sguad leapt to his defence as An'ggrath bellowed his rage. A swift strike sent one wounded Grey Knight tumbling back down the hill, then he snatched up the last of his victims in a massive clawed fist and beat his wings again. The captured Grey Knight struggled but could not break the beast's grip as he was lifted into the boiling thunderous sky. The best of the Grey Knights had been defeated. Surely all must now be doomed and Vraks lost to An'ggrath...