Brawl of Brookhart, Anomalous Melee

The Kingsholme warp anomaly had allowed for near total communication blackout across the system. Channels could be accessed but nothing but the cosmic screams could be heard across them. Imperial forces in Stradus were blind, save for planetary vox were it was available.

The clouds around the Rotarian hive continent were a deep purple. Like a fresh bruise upon a pale sky.

Brookhart had been supposedly deserted during Rotaria's initial attack, a surge of energy and massive light had been detected in the heart of the Hive structure. A former civilian residential hub on the edge of pump of an acre spanning pump station.

There were still Dark Angel and Death Guard forces in the area, but the energy signature had been from an explosion originating from a chaos artifact. A beacon that had either been constructed before, or perhaps in another realm merged atop. Since the arrival of the hulk in system nothing was certain.

The sons of Caliban, heralds of the plague father and the mad butchers of Sanguinius had found the site of chaos all at once.

Nurglings had swarmed the still warm smooth stone pyramid. Vines growing up the length of the pyramid with sickly white leaves. Purple lightning crackled and maintained the slowly rotating metallic orb at the center, dissipating in shattering cracks that seemed to linger and ripple the space around them.

The hulking mass of the squirming armored daemon prince crashed through the some of the remaining ruined res hab and into the swirling mass of chaos energy, as the Flesh Tearer Bladeguard veterans approached from the other side.

The group of Plague marines hidden behind the ruins of the hab, pushing forward laying bolter fire and plague spewer into the Tearer incursor squad that had flanked the cursed legion. A bloat drone descended, eerily quiet upon their covered positions.

The Dark Angels had been advancing slowly but surely as the Death Guard clashed with the Flesh Tearers. Silent and almost black in the light, the green glint as the light caught on the hard lines of their armor.

From the gloom of pyramid the sound of bolters spat out of the darkness leaving half of the nurglings as a grotesque stain on the ancient stone. A second volley firing into the back lines of the Blood Angels. The sons of Caliban wanted no witnesses to whatever dark truths there were to uncover.

The Tearers renewed their efforts, engaging both foes. Librarian and the remaining incursors squad tackling the plague marines and Bloat Drone, while the Intercessors faced down the Dark Angel Redemptor Dreadnaught.

Between the blade pf the Librarian and the assault of the remaining squad, the bloat drone exploded in a hail of ichor and gore. The remaining incursors were now at the mercy of the abominations now meters from their positions.

The Dark Angels advanced into ruin of the res hab, shooting at the remaining nurglings as they fled into the approaching Flesh Tearer Veterans as they also came into the swirling reality around the crackling artifact. Almost effortlessly the nurglings popped as they met the weapons of the crimson thirsting crusaders.

Hidden as the rest of the Death Guard had advanced onto the field, the Daemon Epidemius had kept tally as those loyal to the plague father killed and were killed. He himself and Drad'gial had an artifact to collect.