A long overdue reposting. ;)
Prologue: Undertaking to Celadon
The Orks began to withdraw. It was slow at first, but eventually the press of bodies thinned enough for the front lines to pull back. The retreat became a rout, and soon all that remained was a landscape littered with corpses.
Olit listened to the vox-chatter with one ear, and the words of the survivors with the other. Both gave him tales of brutality and death. The Confessor