It was still an unorganised mass of flesh that followed the whims and wishes of Darth Raze, the legions had yet to be fully formed, the fleets drawn up into perfect lines. But still, the ferocity of The Exalted made up for much when enacting a planetary assault. Like Byblos before it, there was no grand arrival of ships in the atmosphere, only a cluster of small freighters, all coincidentally arriving at the same time. Where Byblos had been a hundred or so creatures, Nixor would be over a thousand of Raze’s children descending upon the hapless masses.
Marcellus stood in the window of one of the descending freighters, flashing lights signalling the location of the other transports dotted around the port and the sky above. The back of his neck began to itch, the beast lurking beneath the surface was trying to claw its way out of his skin. In the back Marcellus could already hear his brethren smashing against walls and floors, the smell of a fresh world driving them insane. “Time to feast.” He said, looking at the two pilots, who gave him a quick nod before stepping out of their chairs. All three of them began to shift, bones cracking, muscles popping and tearing as their feral sides appeared. A desperate cry was heard over the comm as the Control Tower tried to stop their ship from crashing into the side of the building. But Marcellus was beyond reasoning, smashing through the cockpit window, The Exalted climbed onto the top of the ship as it belly flopped onto the landing pad. In the distance, screams and flashes of fire began to erupt, the Blood Tithe had begun.
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