Rolled 11, 4, 1, 20, 12, 16, 2, 13 = 79 (8d20)
>The moment he had said this to the Commissar, was the moment, that the regiment had arrived at the city center. The ecclesiastical palace, in all its former glory, sitting before them.
>It would appear to be abbandoned...
>Except...
>What the hell was that shaking?
>It seemed as if it was getting closer...
>After a few moments, where nothing could be heard, save for the shaking ground beneath them, and their own heartbeats. There would be a loud crash.
>This would be followed by the sight of a more than 40 foot tall, mechanical monster, crashing through the walls of the palace!
>It's armored plates are painted a dark black, like the midnight sky. It's trim a shining, gold, that would glisten from the blood red, smoke filled sky above.
>It's a damned Warhound Titan!
>The Titan, would crane it's wolf like head towards the Imperial forces, as a loud voice, speaks over its Vox.
>It was like listening to knives running down a chalkboard.
>"LOYALISTS. IT IS TIME FOR YOUR END, AT THE HANDS OF THE BLACK LEGION. BOW BEFORE US, AND PREPARE TO DIE."
>With these words, dozens of chaos Astartes, and hundreds of heretic guardsmen, would rush out from within, and around the palace. The stage having been set, for this final battle.
>The Titan's Vulkan mega cannon, would begin to spin, before spewing forth a hail of enourmus shells, into the lines of Imperial guardsmen, and APCs. The first two rolls are aimed towards Sergeant Lewis and his men.
>With its Plasma cannon, it would charge up, before releasing a glob of sun like, ball of red plasma towards the corsair, and his bugs. Rolls three and four.
>Heretic Astartes, would begin pouring bolter fire, into the xeno merchant, and the men around him. Fifth roll
>Heretic guardsmen, would begin pouring fire upon the Commissar, and his command Chimera. Six roll.
(Not enough room. Will post rest in second post.