The Great Heresy (Alternate Horus Heresy RP)

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**WARORK93**

Who would have guessed that rowboat Girlyman and whiny pants Lorgar would be the last ones to get picked?

**Koops**

Lorgar

**darksage**

Are we starting now, or waiting for more votes.

**Mordoskul**

(Type in your reaction to the news, use detail.)

Ullanor, it seemed so fitting for the coronation to take place here. The entirety of the Emperor's Legions had been recalled to bear witness to this historical event. The Emperor of Mankind, his face lined with grief, stands at the end of a continent spanning runway, his eighteen gene-sons standing by him side by side, their faces grim and consigned. This was a day of celebration, but also a day of sadness. It was a day to remember Horus Lupercal, the fallen Warmaster, in the throes of the Great Crusade, it seemed madness that a Primarch, let alone the Emperor's favored son could be slain. The Primarchs had gathered here weeks before, debating on the nature of the succession of Horus. After much spirited talk, they now stood by their father, awaiting his final verdict. Stepping along the concrete of the landing strip, the Master of Mankind passed each of his sons, touching their shoulders in gratitude. Halting his march, he turned to Sanguinus, and laid his hands upon his shoulders. "My son, I have thought long and hard about what I am about to do, and all doubt has been replaced by a rigid belief in the rightness of this task. Sanguinus of Baal, I hear by name thee Warmaster, my right hand and fist, master of my fleets, and supreme commander of my Astartes." Where the other Primarchs nodded their approval, only one did so grudgingly. Roboute Guilliman hid a scowl as he bowed his head, it should have been him, not this pompous gene-twist.

**darksage**

Are we starting now, or waiting for more votes.

**Mordoskul**

(Uh, we kinda just started)

**yeenoghu**

Leman noticed the stiff grudging expression on Roboute's face without surprise. A nod of understanding, no more, was all he offered as sympathy before shattering the awkward silence. "Our father has spoken!" he bellowed, "Sanguinous! Sanguinous!" he raised a fist, challenging any assembled to join in the chant louder than he.

**WARORK93**

As the Emperor spoke, Perturabo looked on with satisfaction. He had been saddened by the death of Horus but was content to serve under Sanguinius, who, in his opinion, was the best choice anyway. Perturabo stepped forward out of the line of Primarchs and turned to his legion of super human Iron warriors, all stood at attention for this grand occasion. Perturabo looked out at his legion and pride swelled within him. He was not a hard man to please, he lived to bring ruin to the enemies of man and nothing more. "All hail Sanguinius, Warmaster of the Imperium of Man!" Perturabo called to his legion. As one the Iron warriors banged their fists on their chest plates and held them out in salute.

"Ave Imperator!" They called in a loud voice that boomed over the plain.

Perturabo turned back to the line of primarchs and saw one in particular looked rather.....output by the outcome of the Emperor's decision. Perturabo looked at Guilliman with little concern. 'The jealous fool' He thought to himself

(by the way I'm a little curious, if Horus is dead, what happened to the Luna Wolves?

)

**darksage**

"Long live Warmaster Sanguinus!" Fulgrim called out upon hearing this wondrous news "May the influence of Mankind be spread ever further under your watch. To the Warmaster and the Imperium!" Fulgrim shouted, trying to contain his pride he had. The coronation had brought Fulgrim no small amount of peace. This has been the first good news he had received since the death of his beloved brother Horus and isolation of his father on Terra.

**blood reaper**

"Long live Warmaster Sanguinus!" Angron shouted and so did the rest of the World Eater legion. Angron still had some disbelief in this new Warmaster , Horus may have been the most favoured son for years but Sanguinus as the new Warmaster worried Angron. He could end the Great Crusade and start a age of peace. Petrurabo , Motorain , Cruze or even that peety fool Guilliman.
"Pathetic" wispered Angron

**Vulkan_He'stan**

"long live the warmaster!
Is there going to be cake?"

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Jaghatai looked upon the new Warmaster, and shook his head in disgust. In all fairness, he seemed to be up to the task, but Jaghatai thought that Roboute would have been a better choice. This displeased him, but he was unwilling to show this.

He joined in the chant for the new Warmaster.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

"Jenghati I voted you friend" whispered*

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

"Thank you brother, but I do not want the role. I am fine as I am."

**Berserksteve**

Manus silently nodded his head when he heard the name of the new War Master, it wasn't what he had in mind. Sanguinus never seemed to him as the War Master type but he knew he had to respect him as well as seeing the other primarchs and Fulgrim honor Sanguinus. Manus clapped his hands together shouting "Honor to our new War Master." he was still hoping that someone like Dorn took the place.

**blood reaper**

Angron had grown tierd of this ceremony and returned to his Techmarines who were still working on his new "Improvments" for his men. He and 8 other World Eaters Houner Guard enterd the Techmarine chamber.
"Kain how goes the experemnts?"

**5anguniu5**

Sangunius raised his amrs and silence arose over the scenary.
"Legions of the Astartes hear my word. My father the Godemperor of Man made me Sangunius his new Warmaster.
I have faith in him that he made the right decision and I feel honored by the agreement of my brothers.
But now I do ask the most honorable of all, the Astartes: Who is your Warmaster?"
"Sangunius" "Sangunius" "Sangunius" "Sangunius" "Sangunius" (cheer)
"I do miss my friend and our last Warmaster Horus, he was a friend like no other and in his honor I will continue
and bring to an end, what he started. The Great Crusade of mankind is going to be succesful. I will lead you to
a better future."
Then Sangunius turned around and shook the hand of his brothers and hugged each of them. All even Gulliame seemed to agree now.
Then he and the Emperor left the stage. All the Primarchs followed, but the cheering continued.

**blood reaper**

Angron wacthed from a distance and spat on the ground.
"Look at them , sucking up to that foolish idiot. He'll lead them to their graves!"
Enraged Angron leaves the area

**Raynor933**

Rogal Dorn nodded slightly to himself as he followed Sangunius and the Emperor off the stage. Not my first choice, he thought to himself, I would've chosen Guilliman, bust if this is how the Emperor wills it, it must be right. Surely, he knows better than any of us who is best suited to be Warmaster. Thus mentally reconciled with the events, Dorn's thoughts wandered back to his Legion's current actions, the fortification of Terra. Perhaps the slightest twitch could be seen in the corner of his mouth as he thought of the magnificent planet-wide fortress that he was in charge of constructing. Best not get complacent, Dorn continued his mental dialogue, that would bring weakness to the fortress. Something can always be improved.

**ChaosUK**

(OOC: I is sorry i didn't post, busy with stuff Mordo (like working a LARPing system and not spending 24 hours on Dakka like you do!) But as stated, i pick Alpharius and Omegon, and voted, but i realised that voting was futile at this point... But now i'm ready for commands!)

**shroud010**

Corax concern with information not known by his brothers was slightly amused with the new congagations of anger and delight. the beast angron was throwing a fit in a shadowy cornor as Sagunius was beeming in excitment practically dancing for all to see. for know finding the one who's planet is doomed is prioity. if they heed my warning then i find myself a freind if not then they are dead. a win in both cases for their future is stilll unknown

**WARORK93**

Perturabo followed his brothers off the stage to go to wherever the new plans for the crusade were to be drawn, he had a few ideas of his own on how best to bring down the enemies of man. He remembered the way Angron had skulked off 'What's his problem? He can't be happy for one of his brothers for once?' Perturabo thought to himself and then banished the thoughts from his mind. He watched Dorn ahead of him walk forward, he saw that the man was thinking about something intently. 'Probably about his legion's fortifications on Terra, he's always pondering about those. They're good I'll give him that but I could make a grander fortress for Terra than Dorn ever could, you want an impenetrable fortress? Send a man who has laid siege to the greatest and tell him to build it.'

**Mordoskul**

ATTENTION- BY ORDER OF WARMASTER SANGUINUS
Every Primarch and his Legion shall make war upon each world that he has been assigned! Make haste, and destroy the enemies of mankind!

Laeran: Iron Warriors and the Word Bearers and the Iron Hands
Atal: Thousand Sons and the Emperors Children and Imperial Fists and Alpha Legion
Golmor: Ultramarines and Death Guard
Mirian: Dark Angels and Blood Angels and Space Wolves and Salamanders
Derval: World Eaters and Raven Guard and White Scars and Night Lords

**Mordoskul**

(Laeran)

An ocean world, the Laer population centres are based on floating atolls made of a peculiar form of crystal coral. The atolls are holed by a myriad number of tunnels and burrows, with towering spires and narrow streets covering the surfaces. Flaring pillars of energy emerge from the centre of the atolls, directed downwards and upwards; it is theorised by the Adeptus Mechanicus that these pillars keep the atolls airborne. The glare of the energy pillars reflected in the crystal coral, combined with the shrieking of the wind whistling around the towers, make the Laeran atolls a disorienting place to the human senses. As you land, the air shrieks in protest, making your descent slightly more difficult. Landing on the coral atoll, a great cry can be heard, and thousands of serpentine Laer charge your landing platforms.

**mink580**

Konrad as he was walking away whispered a small word into his communicator.

**shroud010**

Manus, my brother before our departure i must have a word with you

**azrael8**

(sorry about missing earlier; computer troubles)

Lion El'Jonson was pleased. Sanguinus, he knew, would allow him to work in the secrecy he desired. It was far better than Gulliman would have done, or Leman. Though they were now friends, Lion still thought that the blood could only flow if there was a measure of law to keep it around. Lion smirked, then walked to his ship, where Luther awaited.

**Vulkan_He'stan**

ingore this

**WARORK93**

Perturabo's is the first to land upon the world of Laeran, his forces move swiftly off the landing platfroms and push the warriros of the atoll back. They create a landing zone for the siege weapons of the Iron Warrirors to begin laying siege to the cities. Perturabo leaves his first company commander, Captain, Forrix, in command of the siege above ground while he and a small contingent of his most veteran and deadly Iron Warrirors descend into the holes under the atoll to find a way under the city and around the defenders. He brings with him many siege drills and mighty machines of war.

'A siege on two fronts will be over much quicker than one on a single front. Lets see what mettle these heathens are made of.' Perturabo thought as he oversaw the undermining of Laeran's defences.

**blood reaper**

"He's giving orders already , bahh more slaghter and blood shed"
Angron turned to two eagerly awaiting Apothaceys and Techmarines.
"Sir we have done as you said , the Bezerkers as you call them are ready for battle."
Angron smiled at this , grabing his Chain-Axe he prepares too me the other commanders of the legions
"Remember the Bezerkers are realesed on MY orders! If the others relise what weve been doing.."
"Yes sir"