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// Peninsula of Oscuridad 
// Story: PonyHammer 40,000: Magic of War | SpiritStorm 
// by Dragon Heart 
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	Little was ever uncovered and little will ever be known of how the Warp Storm was unleashed on the Pandora System's fourth habitable planet. Whether Guardponies there grew corrupt and turned to evil worship, or whether the Storm took them unaware is an open question. What is without doubt is that at the Storm's eye lay the lair of the Discord Pony Marines, and at the heart of this lair, a network of unholy and bloodstained shrines, linked somehow inextricably to the storm itself.

Although the lethal Warp Storm would flicker and squall here and there, ever shifting, a permanent conduit to the Warp was maintained between these shrines. A charged field of Immateria whirled there, certain death to any who had not given themselves over fully to Discord. In that radiant, deadly energy field, strange shapes could be seen dancing, screaming, howling...

Any would-be conqueror of this unholy citadel would somehow have to dispel the Discord field that protected it. To enter it would be certain death. And while it stood, nothing could reach the forces of Discord that lurked at its center.


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At a shrine that whispered daemonic voices and steamed with evil magic, cultists chanted around it. The Discord Lord Pyrolius Carcas stood at the unholy statue of the Blood God's daemon servant. A lone cultist galloped up from behind, twitching with excitement.

"They come." said the corrupted Earth Pony.

"They come!!!" a Discord Marine yelled elsewhere.

"Yes," said one of the chanting cultists, his voice high-pitched and oozing with lunacy, "we feel them. They approach."

"Their blood shall flow at our hooves." another chanting cultist said.

"Blood for the Blood God!" another cultist exclaimed.

"Yes," a cultist giggled, "we shall slake our thirsts for death, for Discord, for terror. Yes!"

"They draw near." said Pyrolius. "Let them come. The very ground will poison you. Daemons will appear from the Warp when your back is turned. We shall lash out from every direction and yours shall be the cries of death and horror." The Discord Lord broke into sinister laughter at the thought of all the bloody sacrifices to his dark gods.

On the streets, Discord Marines and Discord Hunter tanks headed down to battle, while Hell Blades flew over to preform strafing runs on the enemy ranks.

"The sound of your doom will ring in your skull," Carcas proclaimed, "in your soul... you shall tremble. And your blood shall be a gift to the Blood God."

The Discord Lord took a deep breath. "Let them come. We are ready."