Remamberancer Robertso had never expected war to be so... Loud! Even secured relatively safely behind the lines of Advancing Star Lions and Anvilus Guard the roar of bolter fire was near constant even if it was sometimes drowned out by some preposterously oversized XX Legion Cannon firing in direct support, "Danger Close" as his escorts had joked. The Star Lions were always alert, seconded to Gargoyle Tsu who was the officer in command of this opportunity for Rememberancers to see war up close for the first time. Inkarys was snapping images of Tsu whenever she thought the Astartes wasnt looking but something told Robertso he was a lot more alert than the Imagist gave him credit for.
Gargoyle Tsu at the fall of Eldar "Craftworld"
Beyond their direct Escorts waves of Dark Armoured Astartes pushed in on the sides of the Eldar forces clustered around a series of great gates, the lighting was inconsistent due to battle damage which emphasised the strobing muzzle flashes and blasts. Nothing he could put to canvas yet though, even the Primarchs, of which he had seen three during the fighting so far were barely still long enough for him to get over their raw presence and get something sketched out.
He didnt want to head down from this balcony to scout for a better vantage, it had a good view, his escorts were happy and the Nemean lions lurked on the stairwell, the less time he spent near them the better... Shuddering at the thought he pulled out his stylus and started to mock out the gates, they at least looked to be an epic backdrop for whatever he put in front of them, perhaps some Astartes raising an Aquilla?
A Roar seemed to shake the entire field, louder than the bolters, even the artillery and Robertso looked up to see a creature formed apparently from Nightmare rise from some concealment at the head of a wedge of deadly looking Eldar Warriors, they speared straight through a formation of marines, scattering them and looked to be turning the tide, he sensed tension in his escorts suddenly and things seemed somehow shifting against the Imperium. Then just as suddenly the creatures stumbled and one of the dreadnought sized creatures next to it fell with half its head missing. Linnaeus was suddenly amongst them though Robertso had sworn we has a hundred yards away moments ago.
His jaw dropped open as he witnessed a battle the likes of which few could imagine, the Primarch stood near enough alone against the titanic devil and its vanguard whilst his bodyguard struggled to catch up and engage, Linnaeus was a shadow against the god of fire as his pistols blazed and he swept around it, quicker than any eye could follow. He tried to memorialise the fight, the blank faced automata and Astartes veterans alike seemingly helpless as their superiors scythed them aside like chaff circling each other. When they did clash the Xenos beasts maul was always an inch short, a finger too wide and for every shot that blasted a chunk of molten steel clear of the creature another seemed to pass harmlessly through it or ricochet dangerously.
Then, suddenly it was over, in a blur of motion the Avatar was down on its hands and Linnaeus held the Maul, he seemed to pause for a second, surrounded by the flames of their conflict and looked Rememberancer Robertso right in the eyes across the field. This was it, this was his masterpiece! He began frantically getting the scene down, even knowing he would never forget that exact moment, burned into his brain forever.
Of course, the Primarch needed a majestic cloak adding, and perhaps leave out that burning land raider, the dead and wounded lions and maybe the-
Unnoticed by the rememberancer Linnaeus smashed the Avatar of Khaine's spine, whispering the ancient words he had learned under his breath to speed its banishment before dropping the burning maul and finishing it off with his gladius, as he tore off its head the thing collapsed in a heap of foul vitae and smouldering ash. Around him the last of filthy Eldar collapsed entirely, their god defeated and their will gone.
"The False god falls", Rememberancer Neil Robertso