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I was originally a Luna Wolf, but I got dragged under the swamp on Davins Moon by the minions of Nurgle. I thought I was dead, but then a warm, loving voice broke the silence, it was papa Nurgle himself, convincing me to join his ranks of immortal warriors; he would give me more compassion and love than the Emperor would give his own sons, as well as the gift being able to withstand more pain than any space marine could. I was not convinced by this, I knew who I was devoted to, and would not let the cunning voice deceive me. Nurgle was not pleased with this at all, you could tell, he became hesitant and could hear a false tone of calmness in his voice, yet he carried on trying to deceive. Somehow he had gotten inside of my head; I was seeing all of these different visions of worlds being exterminated and the Imperium wiping out whole alien races in the name of the Emperor. After a while the visions had ceased and the warm voice spoke up again, it said 'The Emperor deceives you, he is not as godly as you may think, he had bargained with the Chaos Gods for immense power before turning his back on them' I could not believe this, and I kept on trying to block out the voice, trying not to listen to the foul content that defiles Emperor's name, but yet there had become a growing essence of doubt in my mind, doubt that he Emperor wasn't Godly as everyone thinks he is and that maybe the voice is telling the truth...

Stay tuned for more...and let me know what you think...

This might fit better in the Dakka fiction section.

Yeah, good point, the 40k Background section caught my eye, and I thought it must go there, apologies.

Hey, no problem. Just a suggestion. You wanna put it here, feel free to

It had felt like I spent a millennia under that swamp. My eyes slowly eased open, a searing light burned my eyes. Luckily my eyesight adjusted in seconds thanks to the occulobe implant which gave me far more superior eyesight than any mortal man. I slowly clawed my way out of the murky swamp and observed my surroundings. Thick yellow smog hugged the ground, blurred outlines of figures moving within it. All of a sudden my vox crackled into life. At first the message being broadcasted accross it was incomprehensible, but soon the message became clearer...
'Rise my sons, rise from your death for you are alive again...the Emperor has betrayed you, he has let you die and rot, but together we shall strike him down and crush the Imperium!'.

Thanks for reading, how should I carry on this story?

1-2 Saved by the God Emperor's might
3-5 Chaos takes root
6 Draigo appears. Re-roll, if 3-5 Combat the Grand Master. If 1-2 be blessed with the grandmaster's gift.

LOL I rolled 3-5

A ball of rage was slowly building up in my mind; I was furious that the Emperor had turned his back on me and the countless other marines dragged under the swamp to rot. My power armour was stinking and had fungi sprouting from the recesses. Horns erupted from my shoulder pads and knees. My whole armour had gone from a gleaming white to a filthy green thanks to the bacteria clinging to the armour like a leech to a wound. Tumours broke through the armour. My face was scarred and swollen, my jaw broken. I was hideous but I didn't care, for all I cared about was killing the Emperor. I started walking, finding my neglected battle brothers, re-grouping, re arming ready to fight...

Sorry that I have been away for so long, College has been getting in the way... but I promise that there will be a new part of the story coming soon...

We re-grouped and were about 10 men strong, it wasn't much, but these ten men including myself would slowly grow into thousands of men... from a tiny mustard seed would grow a huge tree. We started slowly foot-slogging through the swamps, seeking out survivors, recruits and slaves. We had been walking for appropriately 30 minutes when we suddenly stumbled into an abandoned imperial garrison. It was made up of a couple of ruins surrounding what appeared to be a cathedral. The ruins were stark and unwelcoming, fortified with sandbags, a sea of razor wire which could challenge even the most experienced of space marines. But the most chilling discoveries was found in the cathedral itself...

We approached the Cathedral doors, bolters drawn. I unbuckled my multi-scanner from my waist and got no heat readings. We moved tactfully and carefully inside ready to engage any hostiles inside. The cathedral looked Gothic from the outside, with columns, arches and snarling gargoyles. Inside though was a completely different story. The interior was completely gutted out and replaced by huge machinery and flashing control panels with great lengths of wire snaking out and feeing into a great oval shaped ring, as big as a space marine. Inside this oval was a shimmering glossy surface. It was certainly out of the ordinary at the time because every now and then we would see shadows of figures moving within this shimmering oval. All of a sudden the surface started rippling... something was emerging from it...

Yikes, nurgly like good writing I will keep an eye on it!

Our avatars are oddly similar!

Thank you very much

yeah our avatars are lol

All of a sudden a great shadowy mass burst through the portal! I barked orders for my men to get into cover and fire at whatever the hell had emerged. Space Marine Calculus had the biggest gun; a Mark V heavy bolter, so he took the highest ground which was the gallery, above the main hall. As for the rest of us, we were on the ground floor, battling off whatever beast had come through the portal employing short range fire-fights and close combat. I unloaded the rest of my ammo into the shadowy mass. It fell back, crippled, with every bolter-round it took. All of a sudden it flew up into the air and straight towards one of my battle brothers. The Space Marine was forced of his feet and slammed against the wall, armour buckling and bones crunching. The seething mass then started for Brother Calculus firing from the gallery. I took this opportunity to ready my power fists. Great arcs of energy rippled across my grotesque mutated power fist. Maggots sizzled and fried as they got caught in the energy field created. The beast was done with Calculus and was now surging towards me. I roared with anger and ran straight for the beast...the ultimate battle was about to begin...

Next time on Daemonhood V!

LOL

As I ran closer to the shadowy mass of the beast, a sudden realisation struck me, the beast was not one whole creature, it was a swarm, a swarm made up of billions of ting flies. I threw a punch at the swarm, the rippling energy of my power-fist sparking as the flies popped and fried. The seething body of insects fell back and re-grouped, rushing head-long towards me. All of a sudden BANG!. I was pinned up against the wall by the raw force of billions of flies. I could hear the sickening crunch of bones breaking. Yet I still tried to swing my fist at them, trying to beat them back. I summoned up all my strength, and with sheer determination and a grunt of effort I swung one last almighty punch. Flies exploded; bile and the remains of dead insects splattered across my face. The bloated flies fell back and I came clattering to the ground. Slowly I staggered up. It would take more than one blow to take me down!

So I have trouble thinking of what should happen next, please post suggestions, I would be eternally grateful

1-2, make a move for squads combi flamer (if reached, misses/misfires on a 6), 3-4, thrown out through the wall into the swam, 5, over power powerfist attempt to blow up flies, 6, accept nurgle as your one true lord and savior (1-2 receive his petulant blessing, 3-6 found lacking.

Thanks for the reply, I shall type more of the story whenever I have enough time so stay tuned...

I started for the swarm again, bringing my power-fist to bear on the dark cloud of pestilent flies. A wretched stench filled the air as flies sparked and popped in the energy field. Parts of the swarm flew off in different directions before re-grouping at the other end of the cathedral. I limped into the aisle; blood oozing from my mangled leg, bone jutting out like the teeth jutting out from an Ork's jaw. I turned and faced the seething dark mass which was re-grouping, getting ready for a fight. I stood there motionless, my hand poised, ready to whip out my bolt pistol. It was like a story I heard of; a story told to me by one of the remeberancers, that during the time of old Terra, many aeons ago, there was such a sport as duelling . This thought was quickly interrupted though as the swarm hurtled towards me. I whipped out my bolt pistol. Gun shots echoed throughout the Cathedral. This however did not stop the seething dark mass; I dropped my weapon and accepted my fate...

The swarm knocked me back into the warping face of the portal; my hulking body shattering the silky shimmering surface. Everything went black for a moment, then I found myself in a twilight gloom on a barren wasteland. I looked up at the sky, it had streaks of every colour imaginable, as though a frenzied painter had wielded brush strokes across the heavens. I felt a sinking feeling. I looked down to see the ground swallowing me up; grotesque faces appear to be eating my legs. I tried to pull free but I was stuck fast; I could not move. A purple-neon fog hazily creeped over the landscape, like a silent killer. I could see and hear figures within, laughing, whispering with a malicious intent in their voices. All of a sudden, something emerged from the fog...

Dude I am loving this! I am thinking of starting a Nurgle army myself and was thinking about Nurgle fluff and fiction.... I have found some! Exalted!

Thank you, I have writers block, have you any suggestions of what could happen next?

Maybe we could bring in Typhus? The whole swarm was a test of the Marines for them to be specifically chosen? I'm not sure where you want to go as a whole with this story because it could just as easily spit him out on another part of the planet or sucked him through the warp and spat him upon another planet!

Really enjoying the read, can't wait to see more of this unfold.

Thanks DeathRex

The thing that had emerged from the fog was a diseased-ridden gittering beast. It was reletivley short with a burst pot-belly; guts and sinew trailing out behind the foul creature. It limped over to me, I had tried struggling free but I was still stuck fast. The plague Daemon placed one hand upon my forehead. I felt a sudden warmth through my body, followed by a long, agonising pain. I tried to push the creature away but my arms did not work, they just hung there, limp by the side of my body. I glanced down, my already horribly grotesque armour swelling... 'What monstrosity am I to become this time' I thought to myself. My armour buckled, ripping apart, bolts exploding off in all directions exposing great swelling arms, like tree-trunks, veins snaking up them like ivy. A fresh burst of pain coursed through my face. I could feel my bones turning to liquid and re-forming into a new shape, my skin folding over, creating furrows and pits of eternal darkness. My vision blurred as my eyes slowly drifted to the middle only to meet and become one. The ground was suddenly further away; everything was becoming smaller...

I felt a surge of power run through my veins. I tore my feet out from the ground that held me; the very earth shook after each foot-step, I felt like a true god. I looked down, my gnarled grotesque feet were claws, which looked an eternity away, I could feel wings upon my back. I made my way back to the portal in which I came from. I had a thirst for violence and I was going to take out on the Imperium.