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Baron
Admiral Horatio Bungo put his eyepatch on as he arrived on deck, surveying his fleet and wondering why he set sail at night for everything was black. Not the most auspicious start for he had his eyepatch over the wrong eye! Making a quick adjustment he saw the pincer movement in operation, those chaos scum would be caught in the middle and soon would be sinking to the depths where Manann would take their souls.
Suddenly everything turned black again, checking his eyepatch Bungo realised it was an almighty cloud of flies covering the sky, unleashed by the dastardly Chaos Wizard! The Great Ships crew choaked with the buzzing swarm, flies crawling into eyes, ears and mouths! Retreating back to his cabin and hiding under a blanket Bungo awaited till commotion stopped. Returning the Admiral found the decks almost devoid of crew, most having dived overboard in a madness that followed the flies.
“The Empire expects that every man will do his duty….and that is get your asses over here and replenish my Great ship with able sailors!” screamed Horatio Bungo to the War Gallies nearby, all three rowing beside his vessel and transferring half their crews to fulfil their Admirals lust for men.
“Excellent”, with a chest full of pride the Admiral watched his Wolfships and Ironfists unleash hell upon the Chaos tides, wood and cultists shattered by the volleys of cannon fire. This would be easy he thought…“(Salty expletives redacted)!”…a magically squally tempest dashed the Great ship and Wargalleys onto the nearby rocks, making many keel holes and sinking 2 ships of the line.
Things got no better for the rest of the fleet, ship after ship became ghostships as hallucinogenic purple beam drove sailors to fight each other, the victors diving into the ocean to join the cultists upon the Slaanesh Hellships. While all this was going on the Bane Tower of Tzeentch bobbed about menacingly but doing as much as a chocolate teapot but it mattered not. Even the Great ship, filled with Warrior Priests sailing to the rescue could do naught, the crew for a second time was almost slain by sorcerous gribbly monstrosities. Admiral Horatio Bungo thought all was doomed and he’d be going down with his ship as it was raked by a Hellslicer, then rammed by a Hellrammer but it turned out, like his remaining crew, he thought sod this for a game of soldiers, sailors or aeronauts! He was going to wear pink and black, lured by the Hellships sensual musk to seek a life of base gratification and pleasure. Alas the vessel was full, so he was cast into the seas, drowning as the Slaanesh fleet sought out fresh victims.
