“After their last match the Gunplague howled their fury to their dark masters, around their Undivided shrine, deep in the dense forests of the Empire, to beseeched the Four.

Black Ark passed the blood-filled chalice to his lips and roared to the stars.

He looked back to the rest of the cabal to see the Great Winged Terror looking at him with deep concern.

"What?", then dropped to his knees, as blood coursed out of his mouth.

The pain was seering and he thought his time had come.

"You find yourself above your station young one", said a Slaaneshi mage, walking from the shadows to stand over Black Ark. "Do you question the wisdom of the Four?", he roared, cuffing Black Ark soundly across the back of the neck.

To weak to strike the mage back, Black Ark spat some blood and cursed the mage, in his futility.

The mage grabbed him by the face, kneeling to look him in eye.

"That one", as he pointed to Drilla Killa. "Don't question what you do not understand and do not stand above your standing. Remember that even though you think yourself above a normal human, you are still human and you will die. It is just a choice of whether you die at my hand or on the pitch of battles".

"The marked beast will grow in ability over the next few days. It seems that you are blessed, for now. There will be resiprocity for this. Mark my words Black Ark, mark my words", and with that he was gone.


The match started ominously with Drilla Killa taking 4 minutes to pick up the ball but as the game progressed his agility became apparent.

"He has indeed been blessed", though Black Ark.

"The Four look upon my team and look upon me". The smile crossed his lips as Drilla Killa crossed the line for the winning score.”