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<pre> One might think that the followers of the Ruinous Powers are comprised entirely of wretched madmen, incapable of productive comportment, and outfitted in only the most dismal equipment. However those who have fought the black armored champions of Chaos, and lived, will offer up a different account. While the industries of Chaos will never be mistaken for that of the Duardin, they are surprisingly competent able to turn out preeminent instruments of war at incomparable speed. What they lack in organization and precision they more than make up for with ruthless ingenuity, infernal techniques, and foul dark magics. In the heart of the Eightpoints, in the districts around the Varanspire all the armaments necessary to equip the chosen warriors of Archaon are mass produced. Ensorcelled weapons, hellforged iron plate, heinous war steeds, and more; all can be had by those warriors of the dark gods with sufficient coin or clout. Near the outskirts of one such district sits a stable whose primary purposes could be mistaken for slaughter and torture, as opposed to breeding and training. Nevertheless, it is here that wild, rangy, broncos enter and muscled, vicious, warhorses leave.
Atop his warp empowered charger, flanked by a retinue of mighty armored riders, Varian Huskgar, lord of the Red Reavers, champion of Chaos, rode out of the gates of the Varanspire contemplating his newest acquisitions. Raiding had been good this season. Towns and settlements had fallen to his blade like so much wheat to the thresher. Warriors had flocked to his banner. His stores and resources had grown rapidly. But he had always been forced to rely on the slow, unyielding, advance of the heavily armored foot soldiers under his command. That was limiting and that, in turn, was unacceptable. Varian saw the world much like a chess game. He had objectives and resources. His enemies and prey had strengths and weaknesses. The most efficient way to gain and consolidate his power was to ensure that he had no weaknesses and to do that he needed to expand the capabilities of his war host. Ten Chaos Knights were a valuable addition to his forces. Varian could now go about the business of raiding at a significantly increased pace. As he and his knights worked their way through the blasted lands of the Eightpoints, toward the Realm Gate that would take them back to the more bountiful lands of his mountain stronghold, Varian contemplated how to most productively use his new resource.
As the double suns peaked in the sky over the Iron Road they illuminated the wagon tops of a heavily armed caravan plodding south. The caravan, and its crew of porters and guards, was tasked with transporting tools, weapons, and armor from the high mountains, where the metal was mined and the equipment fashioned, to the farming and fishing settlements in the more fertile river valley. Their return would see them carrying food and soft goods back to the mining communities in the north. As the caravan rounded a bend the soldiers at the head of the column observed that the road was blocked by a tightly packed block of massive, heavily armored, warriors in dark black plate. Though the distance was still too great to make out the details Tomas, the caravan commander, knew this to be a dangerous sight. “Halt Column! Defensive Positions!” he shouted. His command was echoed down the line. Slowly, the heavily laden wagon train came to a grinding stop and human warriors armed with pikes or rifles fanned out in all directions setting up makeshift defenses behind boulders or within depressions in the dirt. Still several hundred yards from the knot of dark warriors, the tension in the column built as they waited with no sign of offensive action from the apparent enemy. Just as Tomas was about to send ahead a small party, the distant warriors began to advance. At this sign, Tomas called for rifles to advance to the front of the column and soon two ranks setup just behind a block of kneeling pikemen. “Standby and fire on my mark.” ordered Tomas. The black iron clad warriors were now just a hundred paces away and the hellish details of their armor were clear. Tomas and his defenders were about to be assaulted by twenty fearsome Chaos Warriors. “FIRE!” shouted Tomas and the black powder weapons screamed their wrath in response. A cloud of smoke briefly obscured the scene but as it dissipated, the riflemen saw that the enemy was still advancing, entirely, unharmed by their barrage. As the huge armored troops closed with the pikemen, the riflemen hurriedly stepped back, reloading as they went. The fighting was savage. Each dark warrior seemingly a match for a dozen of the caravan’s defenders. “Pikes reinforce the head!” shouted Tomas and guardsmen from further back in the column raced to reinforce their comrades already engaged with the enemy.
From the top of a nearby hill, shrouded in the shadow of a towering stand of leatherleaf trees, Varian watched the battle unfold below. He knew his Chaos Warriors could absorb an incredible amount of punishment with their hellforged plate and warpsteel shields. And just as he had planned, the bulk of the defenders, who outnumbered his forces thirty to one, were swarming his foot soldiers, hoping to overwhelm them. As soon as the enemy was fully committed, Varian calmly gave the signal for his Chaos Knights to charge. Down the hill they thundered, smashing into the side of the melee swirling about their unmounted brethren. The battle was short, and the results gruesome. The unexpected charge from the knights caused the defenders lines to devolve into a terror-stricken mob. In a matter of minutes every last member of the caravan guard had either been put to the sword or was fleeing, weapons and armor thrown aside to gain precious speed; to preserve precious life. Varian turned his steed to face the length of the caravan and in a booming voice addressed the porters, who were cowering in, on, or under their wagons. “Your lives and your cargo are now property of the Red Reavers. Obey and you will live a while longer. Disobey and you will die.”</pre>
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