(OOC well as an assasin intel is very important so it would be normal for her to put microfones on people to gain intel and of course they are needed to be saved onto something and so the memory coil came into play.)
(OOC) Note Shas you don't know what it is, Right now the RPG is paused. Please discuss anything about the RPG as I am currently creating the current chapters end which will be quite the surprise
The chamber begins to shake and its walls begin to crack as the twelve remaining Suited Daemons appear from several portals in the chamber, the Wolf Guard lead by Hemlock and the Tau-Honour guard are gunned down and hacked apart before they can even react to the arriving Daemons. Hemlock tries to rise and attack the Cyan eyed Daemon but is impaled quickly with little emotion from his killer who drops the lifeless husk to the ground quickly. Before any of the Allies can react they find themselves frozen in place and unable to do anything as the Daemons approach, the Farseer attempts to stop the Daemon with White Eyes simply taps her on the head causing the Farseer to fall. The group are grabbed by each of the Daemons while and are placed in a circle of bright red energy which glows with power. The White eyed Daemon stands in the middle of the circle and draws runes in mid-air with his fingers while the group are placed in a circle around the growing energy, a strike of lighting slams into the centre and the entire chamber is consumed in a blast of white energy.
"I hope you do not mind our intrusion but It was required for us to fulfill our goals, now we will not har...."
The Daemon falls as the Farseer attacks him with a blast of psychic lighting and begins to attack the others who rush forward but are repelled by constant and furious blasts of lightning which forces them back, after attacks using ranged weaponry the Yellow Eyed Daemon breaks through and successful knocks the Farseer back allowing two other Daemons to grab her and knock her out.
"I think we will just leave you where you need to be and remember, we're always watching you. Always."
Another white flash consumes the group and soon they regain conscious in a blackened chamber which is decorated with pumps and rods that support a single large tank, along one of the walls a sign reads;
[CENTRAL ENGINE PUMP CONTROLS]
But soon the group finds themselves surrounded by a massive group of Auto-Cannon and Heavy Bolter wielding Chaos Space Marines along with heavily armed élite Traitor guard carrying Bolters, Plasma Guns and Melta Guns. Several Sergants and Champions move forwards and take aim before a single Sorcerer moves out of the crowd, Kremlin.
Hello and welcome Imperial dogs and Mr Shas, I hope you can coöperate with me and my allies"
This is a group option and all players must decide on the following situation A: Surrender and plan you're attack later B: Fight!
The Assassin falls as a electromagnetic shock is sent right through her completely disabling limbs and body functions except for her brain and vital organs.
Mikal looks around him, his fangs bared against the Chaos marines. He relinquishes the look for one of acceptance however and his axes fall from his grip onto the hard metal floor.
"It seems we have been outplayed for now, Lord Marius, this is one battle we cannot hope to win..."
(OOC) No you're in you're normal Tau amour but you're still limping
"There is nothing you can do Tau, she will be fine however. I see Mikal you have grown since our last encounter aboard the Titan, Argosh is not with you? Ah my trickery is a grand thing is it not."
The armored Guards begin to move forward slightly and keep their aim.
"You command the Tau armies while Marius also controls a valuable amount of information and a strong army, if you are captive the Imperial and Tau alliance will fall into havoc."
Marius hears the enterance of the chaos and shudders in anger, Looks like our last flight will have to wait old girl
Marius gets out of the mag harness and draws his Autocannon and makes sure his clip is loaded. He sprints back into the fortress, the massive echoing pounds of his huge form heralding his advance. He spots a couple of chaos running forwards which he guns down before they can bring their plasma weapons to bear. He keeps going, splattering their corpses beneath his feet as he rushes over them.
A large bulkhead bars his way when he turns the corner. He knows that even his massive body will bounce if he trys to barrel through it so instead he meerly slides it open quickly with his powers without loosing momentum, allowing it to slam shut behind him. None would escape his Wrath. Marius diddnt stop until he found more chaos, and Allfather above did he find them, Mikal the Assassin and Shas were in the room when Marius shunted the door open sending it hurtling towards a pair of Chaos Marines who are decapitated by the slab of Plasteel.
Marius lets out an anguished howl of rage, pain and shock as he spots hemlock laying dead on the floor. His hand comes up and the Autocannon begins to spit death. while his other arm gets his sword from his back and ignites it with a mental flick of power.
Kremlin turns and smirks as Marius also finds himself hopelessly out-gunned and out-numbered by the masses of Chaos forces and realises he is no longer in the Fang but in Kremlins Command ship, in his mind he sees the Farseer injured and bleeding.
"I'm sorry Marius I could do nothing to stop them."
A shield raises that blocks Marius from attacking Kremlin and those who surround his allies and friends, the Sorcerer smirks and laughs at Marius with dark pride that creates a black shadow overhead.
Marius turns into a juggernaut, targetting the ones who cause him the most trouble his mind lashes out at dozens of the enemy simoultaneously, their minds popping inside their skulls and they collapse to the ground. Arcs of Lighteneing come from the tip of his sword incinerating masses of Marines and his Autocannon continuously rips through the survivors and obliterates the wounded.
When his psykers energies are finally brought down to their usual level Marius's mind clears, but his emotions do not and his auto cannon finds his mag harness and he lays about with his sword.
(OOC) You did not chose the option with the others and so I must enforce it
A Door seals Marius from the Chaos Marines and Kremlin surrounding his Allies and Kremlin laughs and smirks, he taps his blade against the massive bulkhead and sniggers at Marius.
"I hope you make the right Choice Marius I hope you do."
(It seems you chose B without the answer of the others. Still you've set the Unforseen consequences into action.)
Kremlins guard open fire heavily damaging the Dreadnoughts Auto-cannon while Kremlin teleports away from the room, Chaos marines begin to throw Frag grenades and Melta-bombs which completely destroy his Auto-cannon and forces him to use his Axe while the group are dragged away by Chaos Space Marines.
Marius reaches out with his mind and destroys the knee and arm joints of the marines dragging his friends then he simply walks forwards toward them, anything in his way gets... squished... and hacked to pieces if it comes within rms reach.
"It seems you have refused to comply with our terms Marius, I hope you understand what we do next and you will whe.."
In Marius's mind the Farseer and Syrath battle one another, the Farseer is still weakened and cries out to Marius after he clears the room of Chaos scum.
"Help Marius he is too strong! If we can trap him he cannot tamper with you're life and his allies will lose another advantage."
The Farseer and Syrath are shocked as Marius is surrounded by many Chaos Space Marines carrying Heavy weaponry while Kremlin marches forward and smirks behind his helmet, he raises his hands and two Terminators move forward and guard Marius quietly as the group is tele-ported back down to Fenris.
"Why would you surrender so easily Marius? It is not like one to do so?"
Syrath cackles as Marius looks at Kremlin and laughs as the Farseer watches in fear...
"You have finaly accepted it haven't you Marius"
Syrath's dark words are ringing in the head of Marius
(OOC) Shas... Mikal.... Im so sorry guys (IC) Ive had enough farseer, I see my Friends cut down and I have no control over it, they argue amongst each other, they dont even respect their lord anymore, Kais has become a mercanery, he no longer cares for the greater good, he has changed. Mikal will always be pure and it is him that my thoughts turn to now, I cant help him anymore, he will take the old Flashfreeze and he will use it to do good. But I fear that my path has turned to chaos, you see how i shaped my chassis and my weapons to a more aesthetically pleasing form. How i melded my mind into something that pleases me... I am afraid that i will harm them one day now. But my mind wishes to keep them safe, and this is the last way I can do that. By getting as far away form them as I can because giving myself up to chaos will be inevitable now, I can feel myself changing, its been happening for a long time, my mind turns bitter and I fill with rage, a lust for death and battle comes over me that would usually make my Wulfen come out, and vent the emotion. But stuck as I am in this shell I cannot vent the emotions and they have built up around me until I am no longer Marius... From now on... My Name is Tyranic Marta. I do not deserve the title Marius anymore, he was pure and good, I am not that person...
He sends a subspace vox to Mikal before severing the connection
"Yes Marius! Serve the Dark Gods and you're friends will be safe. The Employers must know of this new development"
Kremlin seems shocked but smiles and claps while Syrath is gleeful while the Farseer is silent and terrified.
"Welcome to freedom my friend which off the powers will you serve my Ancient friend I do wish to know and I will give you forces that will serve you for eternity."
"I have no choice but to follow you Marius I will take Syrath's offer and join you Marta."
The Dreadnoughts armor turns a bleak color and the 'Head' of the Dreadnought grows a set of horns and a single slit is where Marius can now see, his vision is greater and he can now feel a dark power inside him. It is growing and he accepts it, he has truly given himself to Chaos. The Whispers of Daemons fill his head but vanish as the Farseer speaks in a new more Daemonic voice
You can leave now, end your existance, or you can follow me... Ill admit they arnt a pair of particularly appealing options... Im sorry my friend.
Tyranic feels the wieght of chaos upon him, the feeling of utter emptyness filled with pockets of emotion. Base crueltty and lust softened by pleasure and foresight. His mind slowly slips into a pall of grey darkness, his thoughts reaching out trying to make sense of his emotions, but they are replaced so quickly as that nothing could identify them before they fled his tortured mind.
His amrs and legs are Shackled with Sorcerous chains to the walls of a supercarrier, deep in the bowels of the ship a pair of Sorcerors cast spellsw of deception and trickery upon Tyranic, but they hadnt have needed now the Ancient dreadnought had surrendered,
There was no way back
Insidious whispers fill his mind, thoughts of despair and death, and tants of a better easier path, no more loss, no more suffering, only power.
You see my friend we can offer you a better path
one without death..
..suffering..
..loss..
only power
power
power
there is no good and evil
only death
and life,
and those who walk between,
you are one of these
these
these
one of us
us
we are
are
we are
one
we
one
many
we are
many
one
we are
Legion
nothing
nothing
everything
nothing
all of it
none of it
it all
seems
to collide
with us
without us
near
far
along the path to life
and death
death
you arnt
dead
but
but
but
you arnt
alive
alive
alive
Either....
What do you mean?
we are here with you
here
with you
and we see all
all
all
life
death
in between
in between
you are in between
you are
are
are
nothing
without us
us
us
nothing.....
we are
you
us
many
one
all
none
everything
nothing
we are
Legion
i sent a last message to the farseer. "farseer i will come to save you whatever happens i will save you. one of my friends died but i cant let his other side die as well how much you hate me i will get you."
she feels the corruption of marta and the farseer when she sent her message. i.....i will fullfil my mission now. MARTA U BATREYED ME AND I WILL GET YOU FOR THAT! a tear falls from her uncovered unconsious body.
"I care not for you Assassin! I am Syrathics, I am far greater than my brother and will assist Sorcerer Lord Marta! For Tzeentch, for Chaos!"
Tyranic Marta has become a Sorcerer Dreadnought which even the Chaos Marines around him flee from while Kremlin stands proudly before him and bows to the newly crowned Sorcerer lord Dreadnought;
"Welcome to freedom Tyranic Marta, we can crush this ball of ice now with our combined powers can we not? Or do you wish to continue you're own crusade of Darkness? I hope you will side with me my new friend and destroy you're old home in testament to great Slaanesh!"
"Kill him Marius if you wish, Kremlin is a fool nothing more!"
(I also was but It may become that his older servants will join him in service to Slaanesh if Syrath persuaded them to do so. No it is not the end but the beginning of a great evil, I suggest you all pick sides now and ready you're self for death and doom. I hope this is the beginning of a even greater storyline. )
(Oh you don't have to worry yourself about that, Mikal is beyond consolation right now, if there's one breath in his body it'll be to bring Marius er...I mean Marta to his redemption at the end of a very sharp Flahsfreeze....)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa, I Feel Free Ha ha ha ha.....
Tyranic thinks of the chains dissapearing and they do so, his mind steals away thier substance and rifts it into the warp, his arms fall to his sides, his hand is raised to his face and he looks at it, the arm has been wrapped with tentacles, slithering in and out of the joints until they have terminated in a many fingered hand, which seems to be even stronger than it was when made of Plasteel, he looks in a looking glass made of sould that has been set into the side of the ships hold, probably for this very purpose and Tyranic mentally winces at his own appearance, chaos doesnt take long to take hold over such a powerful Psyker and his entire chassis is wrapped with tentacles, that constantly shift. He is sure that they will subside into his armour when it comes to fight however, he is of course the one controlling them, but until he concentrated on it he diddnt realise, it was like breathing, it felt so natural
His body was just as Lithe as it was before, but now it felt... free. He had movement he diddnt think possible and his mind was in a state of rapture. He automatically reached for his sword as he heard the door to the hold open but it wasnt there. And all of a sudden tyranic felt very vulnerable. A completely irrational fear of death spread through him. The whispers fileld his mind once more.
[i]You see they would kill you
destroy you
feed on your
soul....
but they cannot for that soul is mine
Tyranic.... we will make your mind aspire...
to greatness
fill it with thoughts of perfection
of lust creulty
power.....
they come now take the sword they bear
and with it
your perfection
will have begun....[i]
Tyranic strides forwards, with every step the tentacles on his feet, green and thin. gripped the shifting plates of the ships hols and kept him steady. The cultists walking through the door were remarkably lacking in fear. Tyranic found this amusing, he could utterly wipe this slime from the face of existance if he wanted to...
His mind latched onto that thought like a steel trap. He had indeed changed, he thought, nothing would have made him think like that before. His mind was clouded, he had to get back to find them to find... his mind blanked, when he tried to bring us the image of the face he knew so well. His mind was confused, friends, he diddnt have any friends....
They had forsaken him on this ship!!!!
Where were they now when he needed them... where were they.....
His mind blanked into a fit of rage and he fist sank into the chest of the first cultist, which exploded gorily. The bastard sword they bore, 4 metres long and glowing a dull rose colour was propelled into the air.
Without once losing focus of the last cultist his hand reached up and pulcked the handle of the weapon out of the air and with that fell sword he decapitated the cultist neatly.
Tyranic looked at the weapon, its handle was long a series of tentacles twined into the handle emanating from the maw of a daemon. At the handles end the tentacles wrapped around a heart. An astartes heart. The many chambered organ quite obvious. The Daemons head spread out into a neck that tapered down into a long straight blade, double edged and about 8" wide. The blade was unadorned with any obvious decoration but insead runes of chaos shifted over the weapon constantly, never stopping. At the weapons hilt were the horns of the daemons head, which spread out, three on each side, two hugged the blade, two more were just spread out from those on the same plane, and the last two were almost horizontal on the same plane.
The weapon was perfect. Nothing could describe Tyranics satisfaction with the double edged instrument of his will.
He reached back as if to snap the weapon to his Mag harness, but insead his tentacles wrapped around the balde and sheathed it to his Chassis. The handle in easy reach distance. His thoughts reached out to the door which opened and he stepped through the chaos corrupted door. That first step into the main corridors of the ship nearly snt him into extasy. The sheer range of emotions in the ship that he could detect were nearly overwhelming but he pushed them down and reached into his head realiseign what he was missing. The Farseers mental shadow quickly latched onto his own conciousness and he brought her mentality to the surface, allowing her to revel in the sensation of freedom.
Kremlins words and then Syraths words echo in his head. Yes the annoying sorceror would die. And with that thought he did. Not even requiring concious effort the Chaos Sorceror just... died.
Before Mikal can do anything he stands back in the chamber where he was taken...Marius' last words rang in his head...
"My last order to you, Mikal... Dont rescue me."
Mikal is speechless, he cannot believe the amount of betrayal he has just endured. His hands tremble, he staggers to a nearby wall for support and reaches his hand out to lean on it. Sadness washes over him in waves and he very nearly gives into despair for his situation...
A spark ignites in his blackened soul and it quickly flares into a raging firestorm within him as rage overcomes grief. He punches the wall with enough power to break adamantium. His face is contorted in a beastly snarl that resembles the rage maddened wulfen and Mikal takes his rage out on anything hanging from the walls, crushing them with his hands on a fury maddened rampage. He howls in anger, and the wolves, dumbstruck by the groups sudden disappearance and reappearance, cower away from the wolf guard as he crushes everything he can get his hands on.
Finally, after a few minutes, Mikal sinks to his knees, the wolves of the Fang come back out of their hiding to behold him, Mikal, a wolf guard of the Space wolves, sobbing on his knees, broken...
"Was this it?" He whispers to himself.
"Was this your plan all along Marius?" He continues, getting to his feet. He raises his head to the sky, addressing Marius even though he knows the dreadnought cannot hear him.
"WAS THIS ALL YOU PLANNED TO DO!?!?! TO LEAVE US ALL HERE TO DIE AND BETRAY YOUR ONLY FRIEND?!?!?!"
Anger again taking hold, Mikal marches into Marius chamber and grabs his sword, flashfreeze, which glows blue with Mikal's rage. Slowly, Mikal presents himself to the chamber while the others look on, he is a picture painted with the holy rage that only a space wolf berserker can display and he holds the massive sword in his strong hands.
"Do not think you have escaped me Marius..." Mikal swears. "If it is possible, by the blood that pounds in my veins you will pay for what you have done..."
Kremlin falls to floor as the Farseer crushes his skull with her clawed hand, she had become like Syrath. A twisted Dragon like being that had torn apart the bridge crew in a bloody fury with Marius, any intelligent Chaos marine obeyed the orders of Tyranic Marta and killed any loyal Chaos space marines who served Kremlin and Syrath and his brothers watched every second of this slaughter delighted with his work, the Arbiter was now controlled by Marta and his new servants who had already become true servants of Slannesh like him. The Daemons of Slannesh had corrupted the ship and now symbols of Slannesh replaced those of Tzeentch.
"Yes Mikal embrace you're Fury! Become one with the Blood God! Serve Khorne and use you're enemies! Blood for the Blood god!"
Syrath was already trying to corrupt Mikal with his dark whispers, his dark voice echoing throughout Mikals skull
Tyranic looked with satisfaction on the proceedings, andmoved to the terminators at the rear of the Bridge, He watches as they absentmindedly slaughter those trying to flee.
He looks at them Directly and his voice fills their minds, Where are the dreadnoughts of this ship?
"Begone Daemon!" Mikal barked in his mind "My fury stems from Righteousness, my strength from hate, you have no power over me, begone or at least face me so that I may slay you and forever rid the universe of your putrid stench!"
"I am the hammer!" Mikal chants
"I am the hate! I am his shield and the sword in his hand! Wherever I go, Daemons fear my fury!"
Mikal walks out of the chamber with his new sword in hand.
"Do.
Not.
Tempt.
Me."
(By the way, am I right in thinking since Marius is gone that Mikal is now Wolf Lord?)
(IC) Those were my thoughts entirely, I will reshape them in my image, and together we will be unstoppable. He reaches out to the Terminators, and their armour becomes more streamlined and lighter but still just as strong, No servant of mine will be slow and cumbersome, from now on you will be my fist, as I shall be the hammer.
He moves deeper into the ship and heads to the Dreadnoughts, awakening them he asks them the question Will you serve your new god?
without exception they all scream their approval and Tyranic melds his power into them and rechapes their bodies to a likeness of his, our armour is aptly named, for this squad shall dread nought, You all will accompany me, we have a battle to fight, To the Dreadclaws.
Tyranic and his new squad of 5 dreadnoughts, 6 including himself dock themselves in Dreadclaws, with his terminators adn other Marines around him the new Herald of Slaanesh with bring his word to the wolves of Fenris.
"I no longer require guidance, daemon...by taking Marius, you have made me more powerful than you could ever imagine..." Mikal thinks as he strides into the chamber.
"Lord Marius has fallen to the whispers of the dark gods." He announces to all those present. "As his personal guard it falls to me to be his successor."
Murmurs of disbelief circulate but one voice cuts through it all, it is one of the other Wolf guard from Marius' retinue.
"Quiet! This news, though horrid as it is, does not imply that we may simply give up. We are sons of Russ and by the Allfather we will never give up! All hail the Wolf Lord Mikal!" He shouts and bows to Mikal, the other wolves in the room immediately follow suit.
"Stand brothers!" Mikal calls in the hall. "These tidings call for the attention of not only our great company but also our entire chapter! Go and tell the other great companies, today we gather for war! Rally the Wolves! We will not be beaten as long as one of us still stands!"
The wolves in the chamber answer Mikal's cries with oaths of their own as they go to rally the entire chapter.
As the Dread-claws launch they begin their decent towards Fenris, there was no need to plan or stratigise but murder and kill for the sheer pleasure the Dread-Claws slam into the white snow of Fenris the Chaos marines spread out as Drop-Ships also accompany the strike team carrying even more Marines and supplies. Syrathica returns to Martas mind and laughs at her new freedom
"I feel so grand Tyranic! We shall gut these dogs and feast on their souls!"
Mikal feels pride as the Space Wolves report the other parts of the Chapter readying themselves for war, they have promised to assist him in this time of great need and reports of arriving Space Wolf fleets fill the chamber.
Indeed my Friend, Now let us bring the word of Slaanesh to these unbelievers.
Tyranic and his squad fan out, The 6 hulking Dreadnoughts armed with close combat weapons and reapers autocannons, Tyranic was quick to take a Reaper autocannon and fashion it into a weapon similar to the one he used as a servant of the Allfather
Tyranics army consisted of many dozens of squads of Chaos marines, a couple of squads of noise marines but by and by large the army hadnt had the time to make that full conversion as of yet.
However his terminators were armed with sonic blasters and power weapons, some with chain fists, some with lightening claws, his Havoks, for he despised the use of Predators and land raiders, his havoks were armed with lascannons and Autocannons. the better to take advantage of thier range he had squads of bikers outriding gathering intel.
His one weakness when it came to vehicles however was his number of defilers, dozens of the metal behemoths stalked behind the main lines, each equipped with 4 dccw he was sure the sons of Russ would not be able to withstand them,
or him for that matter
Soon they would be intercepted by the Sons of Russ
and when that time came
They would be ready.
(Thought id give you a bit of Free intel Mikal oh and Ineptus, i request an audience)
Mikal reemerged from his chamber a few minutes later, his retinue now crowding around him. A team of Iron Priests and servitors had outfitted them all with some of the most powerful suits of Terminator armor they could find in the Chapter's armories...
Mikal and his retinue stalked the halls gathering reports from officers, more and more support was pouring in from around the chapter, whole flights of thunderhawks coming in to land more Space Wolves ready for battle. One of Mikal's Wolf Guard got a message over his vox and halted the procession.
"Lord, I have received a message about the arrival of and old friend of yours in the hangar."
"Oh really, I don't recall having too many friends left." Mikal replied sadly.
"Well, this one recalls something about a little place called Rysovo Secundus."
The name made Mikal's eyes widen with surprise. He took off as fast as his heavily armored legs could carry him, his retinue of guard following until they got to the chamber. Mikal watched as the thunderhawk pulled away and a single hugely armored figure stood as the smoke cleared. His heart skipped a beat as he advanced towards the gigantic dreadnought.
"Is that really you old friend?" Mikal said, barely able to believe his eyes.
"Indeed, it has been but a short time but I see you have come far, young one." Replied the deep powerful voice of the living legend.
"But I will not rejoice for the only time I am ever let out of my cage is when the need is dire and the condition grave." Said the fabled Bjorn the Fell handed...
No for lotus will pull your heart out(she is really really really pissed at you and i mean really really really REALLY PISSED)
Lotus walks towards mikal. "Mikal i will have some "issues" with getting myself back i will trust you with getting me back." She activates her mask. "Because i have to punish someone."
Mwahahahahahahahaahahahaahaha (she is really pissed that the one who was the first one who actually cared for her now turned to chaos and betrayed let it look that he just played her.)
Well (childish voice) shas started. *points to shas*
She looks at mikal. "I request one last thing. And that is acces to the vaults of the silent death. Or the vaults of the shadowwolf. There i can get the thing that will stop this madness." She looks at mikal."if you want to put marius soul to rest then give me the opportunity.
The hate filled and insane Noise Marines waited patiently for the Space Wolves, they were intent on destroying them viciously with their Sonic attacks and had prepared for any counter attack possible. The Defilers claws and blades glinted in the Moon light as they scanned the surrounding area for new prey and blood, Tyranic Marta and his greatest ally Syrathica stood over the force of Chaos marines awaiting the Imperials strike which they knew was coming. The former Farseer sharpened her claw like blades and watched as several Thunder Hawks and Predators appeared in the distance, she smiled.
"They approach milord, I cannot wait to tear the skull from the Assassins body once she lies dead. That waste has annoyed me to many times Tyranic, Mikal will want revenge and I can sense he will bring allies to assist him in his conquest for vengeance against us. But we are strong and the powers of Chaos run through our souls and blood, they will perish and we shall be rewarded for their screams of pain and terror."
The Thunder-Hawks approached the area where the Vox had been tracked to, Mikal and the Assassin stood with the Heavily armoured Wolf Guard and Space Wolves in the heart of the lead Hawk.
"ETA in 2 minutes, prepare for ranged and close combat as we land Sons of Russ we have a large Chaos force ahead."
Tyranic listens but his mind doesnt regester the names, Mikal? who is that? it doesnt matter, they will all die
he feels a tendril of thought reach into his mind.
Tyyyranic
my
frieend
why do you wait?
why not attack?
Kill theeeeemmmm
all
everything,
everyone
kill everything that moves
kill everything that doesnt move
and Tyranic
Have fun
Tyranic hears the whisper and obeys its honeyed tones without question. The Havoks take up firing lines, spread out to avoid ordanance and the noise marines get into formation, chaos marines everywhere dig in, trenches are quickly produced.
And then when the enemy lands and is close enough
Tyranic will lead the charge.
And will kill all within his reach
but first he has a message to send.
He calls up an etheric screen infront of him and propels his thoughts with his powers, all in power armour can see the visage of the dreadnought in thier helmets as Tyuranics power spreads through the snows of Icy Fenris.
My brothers. My friends, it has been only a short while and how I miss you so. But really this is no way to greet one of your own, how must your Wolflords shun you for attacking me thus. This is no way to treat a guest.
I have come down to this planet this home of mine, to offer you one chance, for that is all I am prepared to give to you my friends, those of you who have driven me away. This one chance to turn to slaanesh, to become one with the power he brings. To become one with chaos. You have one hour to decide. Or until you fire the first shot.
(I am currently listening to Demon Hunter's "One thousand apologies" Its pretty fitting for the situation methinks...
Spoiler:
)
Mikal stands in the great hall of the Fang where the assembled battle force of his brothers have been assembled. In front of him stand hundreds of warriors, all dedicated to the cause of the All father. Mikal looks out at all of them with a stirring sense of pride but at the same time with an overpowering sense of grief.
"Today, as I stand before you, my battle brothers, I am forced to wonder: Who can I trust?" Mikal's voice rises over the congregation and each marine stands at attention silently, as if statues. Mikal sees marines of all shapes and sizes, everything ranging from blood claws to hunters, to long fangs, to wolf guard, all were assembled before him to hear the words of their leader.
"I am being forced to fight a man whom I once called brother, whom we all once called brother, and today I ask myself, what manner of ruin will befall us next?" His voice was full of sadness and despair. The statues remained unmoving.
"The universe has many horrors to throw at us yet. But this is not the end of our crusade to save our home, it is only the beginning! Be faithful! Be strong! Be vigilant! You all should know that the same being who now threatens our very existence, our very way of life that our father Russ had decreed to us, is the same man who taught me all that I know about our Chapter." Mikal pauses here, he expected some sort of collective gasp and yet all he got in return was silence.
"Understand this now, understand this, each and every one of you, I intend to put you in harms way in order to bring this traitor to justice, to retribution. To Marius: this I swear! My revenge against you is my destiny and mine alone! I will not falter until I destroy you even if it takes until the end of time!"
His voice boomed in the great hall so loud that it shook the walls. A chant began slowly to ripple amongst the ranks of the space wolves.
"There can only be one winner in this battle and it can only end when one side is completely destroyed and forgotten!Today we will let our enemies know: Be the pride of the Emperor or be destroyed! You must gird your souls in the armor of contempt today for we battle to cut the taint away from our once brothers' souls!"
The chanting became louder, Mikal recognized many litanies and sagas being told all simultaneously...
"March to war brothers, march to battle with faith in your hearts and fury in your veins!"
With those words a great cry was raised in the hall as every space wolf beat his chest with a clenched fist and raised it to the sky, the warrior's gesture of fealty. After the speech Lotus approached Mikal and asked for his blessing.
"You do not know the evil you face, Lotus, but your heart is strong and your kind has accomplished much, take what you need from the vault's of the Fang and go do the Allfather's will. This is my goodbye as I doubt I will see you again."
Mikal then turned to Shas. "It pains me to say this old friend, but you need not stay here, this is not your battle, this is one that my brothers and I have fought for many years and yo need not get involved any further. If you wish to leave then I will bode you no ill will and I will bid you good luck wherever your fortune takes you, may the Emperor smile on your kind." Mikal said with all sincerity, he then puts on his terminator helmet and equips his lightning claws, already having sheathed the great sword Flashfreeze across his back. He was the mightiest of all of them and surrounded by his retinue he looked nigh on unstoppable.
The wolves deployed, in the distance, the chaos forces could see the distinct silhouettes of dozens of thunderhawks. Before the ones that held marines went the gunships, bristling with missiles and cannons, they annihilated the chaos bike scouts and then proceeded to take their fury out on the defilers.
"This is Mikal." The Wolf Lord said into his vox aboard his personal Thunderhawk 'The Traitor's Bane' "Begin the bombardment..."
On cue, the ships of the newly arrived fleets began to open fire on the forces of the traitor's forces. Holes were blown into the snow which was scorched black and melted vigorously from the heavy orbital fire. Plumes of steam geysered up from the craters, rendering the battlefield hazy for a few moments. Then the main assault waves came. Thunderhawks dropped off squad upon squad of Space wolves onto the snow. Land raiders and predators followed them. A few Leman Russ exterminators were dropped onto the field, fighting just as hard as their namesake had ten thousand years ago. From the front, the great Dread Bjorn led the experienced marines into the chaos' forces frontline.
"Thirty seconds to drop...is the mission still viable, Lord?" The pilot of Mikal's thunderhawk asked.
"It will be viable until the day I rend Marius' hull myself." Mikal snarled back. In a few moments, the dropship detached from the Thunderhawk along with four others from thunderhawks following Mikal's and together, they hit the snow behind the line of the Chaos forces. Squads of Wolf Guard poured out of them Led by the raging Mikal, who's lightning claws cracked and sparked as they terminators closed in on the traitor's backside. With Mikal's men to their rear and the other majority to their front, there was nowhere for Marius to run...
"MARIUS!!!" Mikal yelled in a blood maddened fury. "COME AND FACE YOUR DUE RETRIBUTION!!!"
"PRO TOTUS ABBUS!!!"
(Seriously though, what is with all these people turning traitor in my RPs? First it was Scrazza in Space hulk and now its Marius... You were my best friend man..... )
She rushes towards the vault after she said."i promise you this when times are direst in battle pray for the emporers hand and he will sent his help." She rushes towards the vaults searching for the vaults of the shadows.
Tyranic sees the thunderhawks and his mind is exalted, Mikals first gambit, memories were returnign of him and Tyranic's thoughts float over what is to come. He extends a massive tentacle ridden arm and concentrates for a second and then clenches his fist.
A massive blue shield stretches over the army as the first layers of bombardment fall around him. He cant protect all of his warriors but most are still alive, and indeed many of the Thunderhawks are demolished before any of their warriors can disembark.
Tyranics hand snaps up and the Defilers charge forwards. Thier massive hulking forms getting in toe to toe with the wolves.
He lets the Defilers have thier fun but when they are getting a bit too bloodied he throws the rest of his forces in, Tyranic never cared for subtelty, only the hammer would suffice.
Speaking of the Hammer.
Tyranic walked forwards slowly and with purpose, hus reaper autocannon spewing death into the heart of the Foe. Unlike his counterpart Tyranic has no speech for his men, they all know exactly how he feels, his mind linked with thiers on a primal level, and so he exalts in the pleasure of every death every sacrifice and every shot.
And as this sensation grows so does his power, soon his Reaper autocannon runs dry and he sheaths it in his back Tentacles and draws his sword.
The Massive sword glints in the light and the wolves before him see the weapon and despair for they know of who wields it.
Tyranic hears Mikals shout but instead he sees the assassins signature in the warp, a null, a place where even the souls of Psykers cannot be seen. Lotus you are easy to find when I know what to look for, but this is not your time, no this is the time for your great dreadnought to be killed, I see you have replaced me as easily as you destroyed my heart.
Tyranic Sees Bjorn moving towards him and Assault cannon rounds patter off of Tyranics chassis. Even that massive weapon could not hope to harm Tyranics sorcerously protected form which was as strong as the living hull of a Necrons Monolith.
Bjorn crys out to Tyranic on his vox "Marius, it is not to late to be redeemed. There are places in the Fang where your soul can be purged of chaos and interred in a new body. Do not forsake your friends Marius"
Tyranic reaches out with his sword and points it straight at Bjorn He is mine my warriors, leave him to me. My Dreadnought Brothers, make sure I am not interrupted.
Now. Bjorn. Do not seek to lecture me you crazy old wolf. Who are you to tell me about Forsaking my brothers when you let Russ go on his crusade without being there with him yourself? You do not know you stupid old man. He hated you, with every fibre of his body that you should be the wisest of the Space Wolves, that you should have the veneration of your Brothers, when all Russ was is a deullest.
Your a fool to believe that he cared about you, about any of us. Where was he when chaos attacked our home? WHERE IS HE NOW? WHERE IS THE FALSE EMPEROR IN YOUR TIME OF NEED? DYING ON HIS GOLDEN THRONE
I will put you out of your misery you stupid fool
Tyranic ignites his sword and wreaths himself in sorcerous wards, as he tackled the old Dreadnought, Bjorns Assault cannon soon ran dry as the shells rippled over Tyranics chassis. But to no avail, the powerful weapon was not powerful enough to rip through the chaos armoured Plasteel and Warpsteel chassis. Tyranic was brutal, he diddnt give the old dreadnought a chance to recover as he slammed his sword through the joiner plates on Bjorns close combat arm, severing the connection utterly and then throwing the weapon away.
Tyranic then proceeded to grip Bjorns Sarcophagus and wrench it out of its socket, and then what he did next made the closest wolves cry out in shock. He placed his hand on the sarcophagus and sent warp lightning spiralling through it, burning the remains of the old Wolf Lord.
Tossing the sarcophagus away in contempt and kicking the still standing chassis of the dreadnought over Tyranic roared in exaltation.
(Yeah sorry mate, Marius was a bit... one dimensional though, thinking about coming in as a vindicare next, ive always loved snipers... or maybe a wolf scout sniper... well see. anyhoo got to see how this big beasty goes first)
Mikal watches in horror as one of the chapter's greatest heroes was ripped asunder by the now tainted Marius. Despair gripped his heart, all was lost, he should just give up now and---
"NO!!!" Mikal screamed both at the demise of the hero and at his own spiraling thoughts. still, his terminators pressed the attack. The terminators outnumbered the dreadnoughts they faced, but the dreadnoughts were no laughing matter. Wolf Guard and Lord went up against the finest the archenemy had to offer and in the closing moments many terminators fell with their armor blasted open.
Mikal's fury was not to be denied however as he heard Marius' question to the assembled wolves...
"WE ARE SPACE WOLVES MARIUS! YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW THAT WE ARE THE ALLFATHER'S SALVATION!"
Mikal screamed as he closed with the first dreadnought, a melta bomb was clad in his hand and he threw it against the armor plate of the dread's leg, blowing it out from under him in a gush of sparks and fluid, the dreadnought tipped and fell on its back, unable to rise or pose a threat. The second dreadnought in Mikal's way came forward to challenge him but Mikal was not about to let it get in the way of Marius. With great strength, Mikal leapt onto the front of the dread's chassis and sunk his claws into the thing's sarcophagus. Yelling oaths, Mikal ripped and tore the armor apart until he could reached inside and rip the pilot's spine out and throw it into the snow next to him. The dreadnought also fell over onto its back, Mikal still on top of it. Slowly, Mikal stepped off the tainted chassis and came face to face with Marius as his terminators fought with the other dreadnoughts surrounding him.
Behind them all, the space wolves charged with renewed vigor, now questing to claim ownership of the downed sarcophagus of the fallen Bjorn. Mikal stood, his lightning claws dripping with tainted blood. Him and Marius just stared at each other for a moment. Finally, Mikal fought his way past all his conflicting emotions and spoke.
"Stop. Stop it Marius." Mikal said shaking his head. "You are the only one with the power to stop this madness, look around you, these are your brother's you are killing!"
Mikal looks to the still form of Bjorn... "Now I understand...." Mikal began slowly. "Marius could never do such a thing to his brothers...he could never kill one of the chapter's elders in the name of a damned warp thing! He could never blaspheme against Russ or the Allfather! YOU ARE NOT MARIUS, YOU MAY HAVE HIS BODY BUT YOU ARE NOT HIM, YOU KILLED HIM!"
Mikal disengaged his lightning claws and with a furious sweep, he whipped out Flashfreeze which glowed blue in the white light of Fenris. With a beastly cry in his heart and an oath to Russ on his lips, he charged forward, no force able to stop him, no remorse for what he was about to do. A daemon had taken his friend's mind and body and he would not allow it to further use him like a puppet. It was in that moment that Mikal could think of only one prayer to say as he swung for the dreadnought's sarcophagus:
"FROM THE BEGETTING OF DAEMONS, OUR EMPEROR DELIVER US!"
(Its all good man, really, it will be an honor for me to purge Marius in the name of the Allfather...Though I am still unsure if I'm going to allow Mikal to live through all this...I may end up getting a new character myself here pretty soon. )
(Disclaimer: There is nothing personal in this post I am purely in character, None of what I say to Mikal is true its just the chaos talking)
Stop
Tyranic could see the rage etched on Mikals face as his body simply stopped, his arms drooped to his sides and his sword hit the snow, The noble terminator armour not a match for the powers of the Warp.
I dont want to kill you Mikal, why not join me? This battle is foolish in the extreme, you are wasting the lives of all of your Friends, for what? The need to kill me? Punish me? teach me a lesson? No... You cant be so much of a fol as to think you can do that? Surely not. I am wiser than you will ever be Mikal, and you think you are truly a Space wolf? Hurr hurr hurr you are less of a Space wolf than I am, you were not born on these slopes, you did not earn your place in this brotherhood through right of Arms, no. No you were placed in this army because i could not bare to be without my greatest friend, when I became a Wolf lord I couldnt bear to have to go through the trails without a friend, so I brought you with me. Its not like your actually worthy of the task. its not like your actually needed anymore you worthless idiot.
Now im going to release you and then your going to die.
Tyranic releases Mikal and sees him pick up his sword and charge forwards, but even Mikal isnt fast enough to avoid Tyranic who slams his fist into Mikal chest and sends him tumbling and rolling backwards. Tyranic takes the time to draw his sword again and wreath it in purple flames.
Mikal gets up and spits blood onto the ground, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stands, his Terminator armour serving him admirably. Tyranic stands ready for Mikals charge.
(No offense taken, this is actually turning out quite good, I swear someone should take this to print and sell it... )
Mikal pants long and hard, Marius no doubt waits for him to come at him again. Visibly, the words roll off of Mikal as if they were nothing but water, but internally, each word is as ruinous as a battleship's barrage. Mikal fought through his former friend's insults and temptations. It was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life, to listen to his best friend call him a fool, to denounce his heritage, to tell him he was going to die...
Mikal slowly inverted the sword's grip and plunged its blade into the snow. If Marius was at all taken aback by this he did not show it. Slowly, Mikal's trembling hands came up to his helmet and unclasped it. The helmet came away in Mikal's hand and dropped to the snow from slack fingers. Mikal gestured with both his arms as if to show Marius that he stood there for the mighty dreadnought to see him...
Marius saw Mikal and gazed upon his bare face. He was surprised to see that it was not anger that was plastered across Mikal's face but anguish. In that moment Mikal's youth was displayed as tears poured down his face and he sobbed. Marius could see him fro what he truly was, a child, compared to himself anyway, Mikal was indeed a child, who had just experience his father figure abandon him.
"You are right about that Marius..." Mikal whispered on the frigid wind. "I am a fool, a worthless idiot, I wasn't born on Fenris, I'll never be worthy to be a Space Wolf, in those things you are correct..."
Mikal bowed his head and his tears began to stream down and patter on the virgin snow...Seconds pass and Mikal's hands come down to his sides. A moment of silence passes between both of them, it is as if time itself has stopped, and suddenly Mikal stirs, at first it seems like he is stifling a cough but then it slowly erupts into laughter and his bitter tears of anguish turn to that of joy as he raises his head in a childish smile.
"You said it yourself, Marius, you don't want to kill me, of course you don't. Why else would you have come down here from the safety of your ship and make yourself vulnerable. Your mind may be corrupted by the lies of the ruinous powers, but it still functions the same way it always has. You see Marius, no matter who you are or what you are, your mind will always do what it wants no matter how you justify it."
Mikal takes a few steps toward Marius, unarmed, his palm out in welcome.
"Why else would you be back here on the slopes of your home world, why else would you be here in front of me? Why else would you not kill me where I stand right now? Face it Marius! You may not know it, your mind may tell you otherwise..."
Mikal takes another few steps forward, that childish look of innocence still on his face.
"But I can see it in you, I can feel the conflict not matter how small, how subconscious, you seek redemption Marius..."
And in an instant, the childish innocence was gone and was replaced by a diamond hard core of resolve, Mikal was a thunderbolt of action but not even he could hope to get close to Marius for anything more than a split second, Mikal smiled, it was all he needed...
Mikal's body was once again knocked away by the warp powered Marius, lying on his back, Mikal could see Marius approaching to finish him but grinned as the shadow fell across him and he saw the three bundled psyk out grenades he had taken from the chapter's armory still firmly attached to Marius's armor.
"Be free of your taint, its what you want...." Mikal said as his anti psyker bomb went off.
Tyranics world dissolved into a few seconds, he would have to do something about those bombs, indeed he accessed the warp and slowed down time enough for a shield to be erected, a hasty Shield but a shield nonetheless.
Unfortunatley it did nothing to the power of the weapon which tore Tyranics mind asunder. And what was left...
Tyranics hand comes down over Mikal and lifts him up. All of sudden Mikal realises something He just killed the last shred of humanity that Tyranic had, with the blast of that bomb, Tyranics powers were gone. Yes, but his god could find a way to bring those back, but what noone could bring back now was Tyranics humanity. All that was left of him now was a desire to kill. To feel the blood of this wolf rushing over his tentacles... the pleasure.
Tyranic brought his fingers up, those tentacled fingers which then wrapped around Mikals face, tearing small shreds of skinnand hair of of him until it was a bloody mess. Tyranic knew that Mikal would not die, the astartes in him was already clotting the blood.
But mikals screams were bliss... bliss tainted with dissapointment. Not in the astartes held in his massive armoured fist but in himself. The words Mikal had spoken had reached deep inside him and humanity or not Tyranic was struggling with the same emotions Horus must have struggled with al thouse millenia ago. Here was his only friend, and Tyranic was about to kill him.
His tentacles burrowed deeper and began to tear Mikals teeth out, his tongue followed.
And then all of a sudden something was wrong. A stabbing pain that he shouldnt have been feeling was coming from the back of his mind. Slowly parts of his mentality shut down. Piece by piece his mental walls were crumbling and the after shock of the Psyker bomb was affecting him. Tyranic had just enough time to flick Mikals screaming body away from him before it could do anymore harm. Before he sank to his knees. His god was not happy, not with this failure. Tyranic was mad, utterly insane. His hands wrapped around the sword laying on the ground and he pulled it up, looking at it slowly he walked over to one of his dreadnoughts, still battling away. And drove it into the chaos warriors sarcophagus. A Space Wolf terminator fell next. His sword plunging from neck to groin in one reverse grip stab.
Tyranic searched in the snow for Mikal but he couldnt see him anywhere. Then a sword dug into his back and there Mikal was, grinning a blood soaked grin in his Terminator armour. His toungue had been torn out but that diddnt stop the enraged Space wolf from fighting and indeed uttering a gutteral war cry as he twisted Marius' old sword.
Tyranic reached behind him and tryed to grab Mikal, but the Wily Space wolf ducked out of the way and then raised his sword blocking an over hand blow from Tyranic which grated off the blade and dug into the snow.
Mikal smashed his sword into Tyranic's knee and the dreadnought fell heavily onto his sword, leanign on it. Tyranic looks at Mikal and a shred of his former self returns as he sees Mikals grinning face and the sword descending towards the Sarcophagus.
Mikal...
Mikal sword smashes into Tyranics sarcophagus and goes straight through to the remains of Marius' head. which shatters and the dreadnought falls limp, the Tentacles burning off in the sunlight with no power to sustain them.
Mikal left the sword buried deep in the dreadnought's sarcophagus and backed a few steps away, he turned, his back to the once great Marius who now lay dead, he saw around him the chaos forces in route, their will broken at the sight of their master's defeat. Mikal would have laughed but he was so disfigured he didn't have it in him to do so...
His soul had died today on that plain, he was now just a shell, call it naive, call it weakness, Mikal just didn't have the will to go on anymore. He sank to his knees and fell on his back, leaning against the side of the dreadnought with flahsfreeze still sunken into it. There he sat, staring out into the sky until one of his Wolf Guard walked up to him, his armor covered in blood.
"We have defeated them, Lord, a great victory has been won on this field today. A great traitor brought to justice." Mikal could not focus his eyes on the Wolf Guard, his eyes lifted to the heavens.
"What a victory, so much has been lost today, so much that cannot be replaced, my soul, my spirit, both lie here now, buried under the snow..." Mikal managed to spit out of his disfigured mouth.
After a few moments of silence, the Wolf Guard spoke again. "What are your orders, Lord Mikal?"
Mikal managed to focus his eyes on the face of the Wolf Guard, the man was older than him, just like every veteran of the Space wolves was. Mikal managed to shake his head.
"No, I am no Lord, I am but a shadow of what this man, this dreadnought was supposed to be, I was the next best thing, second place, my only duty was to restore my falsely held position to its former glory..." Mikal paused here, spitting out a glob of blood.
"A role I was not able to fulfill, I am a failure..."
Moments of silence passed as more Wolf Guard began to circle the fallen Wolf Lord. White snow began to fall again on the battlefield. Mikal looked up to the falling flakes sadly.
"Is that you Marius? Are you weeping from heaven's fringes?" Mikal stirred, he reached into the gash in Marius' armor and pulled something out, it was a string of Eldar soulstones that Marius had kept in his armor.
"This is my last order to you, I will not destroy them as that would render their souls to the dark gods, take these stones, have them thrown into the roaring seas so that no man will again be corrupted by the power that they give..."
As his fingers slipped on the chain of stones and the Wolf Guard grabbed hold of them, Mikal whispered to the Farseer...
"I am so sorry, Farseer, my friend, but the path you have traveled is one that is unforgivable..."
Mikal's hand falls to the snow, his figure was visibly weakening, Marius had done something to him, even though he was a space marine, His head had nearly been crushed by daemonic tentacles, some sort of poison was coursing through his veins, Mikal knew he was not long for the world...
He again looked up into the sky, unable to focus his eyes.
"You will not walk alone in the halls of the Allfather today, Marius, even now, I come to meet you there..." Mikal's eyes remained open and he breathed his last, lying still on the snow, next to his friend and mentor...
I head to the dark side and get some upgrades and take over a chaos ship. Farseer turns into a Daemon and I kill Kremlin Mikal and i have a huge scrap on the snows of fenris where both of us die
lotus is searching for some kind of weapon to use against my old char... sos noccy, bit late man
you seem to have been left by the wayside im sorry to say both of your old Friends are dead now... although the greater good will surely have a new task for you.
On that point reaper this arc of the "Campaign" as i like to call it, is well and truly over
why dont we call this thread finished and bring up a new one for the next stage? It looks like Kais is going to live though it all
Syrath and his twelve brothers stood before the enraged employers, their ghastly forms overlooking the Daemons with pure rage.
"You may leave this one...Syrath is the failure!"
The Daemons chuckled and sneered at the sight of Syrath before the Employers in their greatest fury, the first Employer spoke. Its voice a dark and evil sound that would cause mortals to go death.
"Why did he...not....survive like we...demanded!"
Syrath clenched his hands and looked up at the Employers
"Well sir there was some difficulties with the Assassin and Mikal, they removed the pureness of Marius. If he had remained pure any longer Mikal would of also become corrupt but Kremlin was foolish enough to assist him."
The Employer growled and spat "You have failed and will be replaced trickster, their are many others to replace you Syrath"
Syrath watched in horror as he was left on Fenris with no allies or chances of reconstruction by the Employers ever again. Something snapped in his mind and he bellowed curses at the Employers as he stood in the center of the snowy plains.
Soon the Chaos fleets fled Fenris, anything that remained was wiped out and the Tau left in peace with the Space Wolves, the Assassin Lotus survived however and was rewarded by the Inquisition for averting an extremely large Daemonic incursion sensed by an Acolyte. Any remaining Chaos marines where hunted down mercilessly and the Portal over Fenris closed. But at the cost of Marius and many Space Wolves in the fight against Chaos.
The End
I've finished the RPG, It was great fun and now I wish to create another however and I hope you'll join my planned Projects.
Kai stood on the bridge of his Command Ship, it was new after his first ship had been destroyed. He thought of Marius and his decent into Chaos and the growing uncertainty between the Space Wolves and Tau, the Forces of Chaos may have fled but they had left a shadow of fear and corruption behind them. He watched fearfully as one of the Tau Honor Guards aboard the bridge was bisected by a pair of glowing purple blades while the others soon where also decapitated and hacked apart by the blades of unholy fire and its wielder uncloaks. What would appear to be Syrath now is a creature of a darker grey color and dark Purple eyes which glow in the darkness steps forward and unlike Syrath posses no suit but the ragged remains of a robe.
The Farseer.
The Shas'O quickly brings up his rifle and fires rapidly but the Daemon dodges the attacks quickly with unholy precision and charges towards Shas intent on taring him limb from limb from limb.....
"as you wish sire but may i request something? i have witnessed the employers ones and they are powerfull i will need one thing and i request it. she whispers: the kiss of death and the gauntlet of ar'nash." (i thought this would be fitting as a promotion they gain acces to new weapons. the gauntlet of ar'nash is a neurogauntlet with sanctifier needles. sanctifier is anti demon. and the kiss of death is a bionic that when she "kisses" someone. the soul (or whatever is driving the thing to live) will turn into fire because of the psychic backlash.)
The Sequel of the Invasion of Fenris and a new beginning for our remaining characters. Here is the current info
1: It is set 28 days after the Invasion of Fenris
2: It is in the Eye of Terror
3: It will take up to 2 weeks for full development
4: Their will be old characters returning
5: Commoragh will be a accessible location
Kais is grabbed by the neck and is brought to eye level with the Daemon and finds the front plate of his helm being torn off but the Daemon falls quickly as a Chaos Space Marine with a sniper appears and guns down the Daemon with a single shot, but as the figure comes into view it reveals it is no normal Chaos marine. But Hunter from the Eye of Terror.
"Hello Shas'O did you miss me?"
(OOC) I Really hope you remember Hunter also this thread is now a discussion thread if you wish to join the new RPG.
"Yes Child now rest you require sleep before you're greatest mission and I promise you will be given the greatest weapons to complete it. Now sleep until we arrive child."
"It is good to see you also Shas'O,It seems my older ally feel to the temptations I rejected but still how are Mikal and Marius? I heard that Mikal had become one of the Space Wolves chapter did he not."
(OOC) Yeah, his story of survival may also be shocking
"I am afraid they are dead, Hunter. Marius was turned, and Mikal died killing him. I am sorry that I wasn't there to help him. Now, tell me, how did you get out of that Titan?"
"Well as the blast consumed the Titan I found that I had been pulled from its wreckage and repaired by Servitors after my energy shields protected me from most of the blast but now I am mostly machine with a heart and brain. But I do hope to seek some refuge here Tau if I may."
Awesome now I know I have two players and I'm hoping that Marta and WARORK will join, the story will take place in a different section of the eye where the 'Employers' plan to raise a massive Army and destroy the Cadain Gate forever and begin to take control of the area around the Eye completely. They also plan to corrupt the original founding Legions and cause a second civil war which the players character may try and stop or help.
And their will be allot of Chaos Cultists, and allot of Chaos Space marines and insane Champions plus Sorcerers. Daemons will also be a common enemy during combat and can also be allies if persuaded.
First of all, sorry to Kais for going on without you, I know how frustrating that can be but at the time me and Marta felt like it should be a battle between me and him and my character felt that the tau didn't have to stay on Fenris any longer, so maybe the explanation is that the Tau left Fenris as the final battle was raging...-shrugs-
Second of all, whoa, its Hunter! Nice entrance blood, wasn't expecting that one...
Third of all, oh yeah, we're going back to the eye of terror, and don't worry, me and Marta have planned on rejoining with new characters since before Mikal ad Marius bit it at the same time...
Good to know you're joining, Hunter returning was something that would allow Shas and the other players to gain an advantage in the Eye since he's spent allot of his life there and was a great character that I thought really needed to have his back-story expanded. Here is his basic profile
NPC Name: Hunter
Race: Human, Space Marine
Chapter: Unknown
Ranking: mercenary
Age: 10,000 (unnatural)
Weapons and Gear: Heavily modified power armour and Custom sniper rifle along with a long blade made of an unknown alloy, Helm is similar to that of a Dark Angels in appearance and supports communications systems.
Type: Radical Imperial
Back-story: Hunter comes from an unknown founding Legion and had wandered the Eye of Terror for years as a Chaos mercenary working for anyone who was hiring, Hunter would even kill his employers if they did not pay him properly however after encountering a Farseer and a group of Imperials who showed him the true way, sadly realising the Titan could not be stopped he apparently gave his life. I turns out Hunter never died and now seeks to further aid the Imperium.
I will also be on holiday in a week, that would be one of the reasons the RPG will take two weeks and I need time to prepare the Story line. And even after two weeks people will need to make charters and a single NPC.
If you want, that was simply a Example but if you wish to include Atlas and Talon as you're Gunners and the others in separate positions. While you'll have a sizable Tau force at you're command you're War-Band accompanies you every ware and may have up to 9 members in it. Each fills a different position and if killed may be replaced.
Yes if you have the right abilities you may enter certain areas of Commoragh and purchase items for your War-Band and army, this can be armor or Exotic weaponry. You can also have pet beasts but they will require a handler and are very viscous.
Commoragh eh? This is going to be very interesting as my character is going to be something akin to an Eldar mercenary, so we'll see how he copes in that situation...
I guess that depends on what you define as "dark" but if you mean dark as in dark eldar then no, he's gonna be a pretty old Eldar pathfinder, most likely neutral...
Hey blood, I was wondering, for the mercenary characters would it be possible for us to bring in custom made equipment/weapons? Within reason mind you, I'm not asking if I can bring in a battleship or a tank or anything but I have a few ideas to make my character...unique.
(Blood how i am going to use that party systems because i think an assasin doesnt use party's. So is it also possible to gain bonuses or better "stats" ?)
Yes you can gain bonuses and you can have teams of Assassins if you wish. You may purchase combat drugs, armor and psychic enhancements to increase your strength.
(The permission alone is enough and she has a better plan with it as she firstly brings it to the mechanicus letting it scan and stuff and maybe make it able to make future weapons.)
blood reaper wrote:A Marius; When a creature or sentient being survives a near death experience, commonly sign of being a Immortal or just being awesome.
and noccy, warork and i were going for an "army of two setup so yeah... proply gonna like... not be in ur party, although our forces may overlap, remember my guy isnt even a registered Vindicare, hes just a Mercanary.
*Shrug* ill have my char finished in the next coupla days after Warork posts in which time we can coordinate ourselves and give a truly spectacular performance. XD
Yeah, I like the idea of NPCs, it expands the game play in a good way given that everyone can control them in a realistic way.
@ Marta...
I'm not ignoring the PMs but I'm having trouble of thinking of a reason for our characters to be in the eye other than they were sent on a high risk mission by an extremely affluent client, although what that mission may be, well it could be many things, sorry, have got a lot on my mind currently...
Name: Ludias Storm to those close to him. Delta 571 to strangers
Age: 37
Race: Human (Genetically enhanced)
Faction: Mercenary
Appearance: Ludias has an almost perfect body; through his genetic reconstruction he has well defined muscle tones and powerful limbs. His wavy light brown hair and blue grey eyes are endearing as is his soft melodic voice. His lightly tanned skin and large powerful hands and shoulders all give him an aura of strength and resilience. But at the same time he has a grace about him that isn’t often seen. His movements are economical and his body is regulated on how much energy he expends doing tasks. This easy grace and light-footedness make him an excellent dancer and he uses this trait to mingle with the upper classes of society in even this war torn millennium.
Personality: His soft voice and easy grace betray a kind of ease about him. A self assuredness that makes people warm quickly to him and listen to his words. This charisma allows him to quickly gain information where he needs it. Ludias is a warm person, his general camaraderie lets him make friends of all shapes and sizes but he also has many enemies. These enemies are often the friends and family of his marks. Ludias doesn’t care as soon as he leaves what ever planet he was on he is often safe, very few of the people he kills have the friends with resources to avenge them. As a person he is usually kind and has a well tempered personality that allows people to warm to him easily this has given him a certain air of charm that people are attracted to like bees to honey. And his business partner Beltayn has known him long enough to know that he is really a good person under the mask. His charms would have led many women into his arms if he had let them but he is too smart to let anyone get to close. He has many enemies and he trusts only those who he knows he can.
However, as soon as his custom made snipers mask covers his face he becomes a different person. It’s almost as if a completely different personality takes control of the usually jovial man. When he is on the job he is cold and ruthless he never thinks twice about the kill, he just kills, but he is extremely loyal and will fight to the death to protect his closest friends. His perfectly honed mind is always centered on the job at hand. He revels in the chase and the sting, the power that his hand crafted Exitus rifle, and its pistol twins, (Yes two of them) give him. For him there is nothing more satisfying than the pull of his rifles trigger and the muted sound of his latest construction whirring towards his foe,
Ludias is an inventor his bullets, his rifle, even his suit and mask, have been tailored by him to suit his requirement. To become a perfect killer to become the one thing that ever civilization in the world fears, death itself. Every bullet is designed for its mark. Designed to exploit the weaknesses in his foe and make use of chinks in his her or even its armour. He has fired electromagnetic rounds that have torn apart the armoured carapace of Necron lords; he has fired biochemical rounds that have dissolved the internal organs of a raging Tyranid bioform; he has fired a single round that tore to shreds the armoured hulk of a chaos land raider entering through the exhaust port and then detonating destroying the engine from within which then exploded and tore the warriors inside to shreds. Of course these special rounds are only reserved for the most important of Marks, the rounds he uses for every day shooting are often mundane and ordinary, but they always have some kind of additional weapon against whatever he is firing at, for Ludias has fought had almost all of the sentient species of the galaxy between his sights or in his scope. And so he always has a bullet for the job, often dozens of bullets. His pistols have similar attention lavished on them; their rounds are one of a kind. Well... to say one of a kind suggests that they are unique, more to the point they are unique in the way that Ludias is the only one who knows their design no matter that he has several clips of identical rounds on a belt round his waist. These rounds incorporate a two part toxin/acid in them, that doesn’t mix until the special ceramic core of each bullet shatters. When this virulent mixture fuses together it can melt dissolve or liquefy everything from the living metal of the Necrons to the bone breastplate of a space marine.
History: Ludias grew up an orphan; he never knew the loving touch of parents. Some of his closest friends and business associates think that this is why he still kills, that drive inside him that forces him to take another’s life stems from him never having felt anything but lifelessness in his existence. So now he strives to give to the galaxy the only love he ever knew; the raw terror of being on the wrong end of his trigger finger. The pure adrenaline that comes from knowing that you are in the scope of the galaxies most feared human marksman is a rare experience because most of his targets never know, and Ludias never misses. The reason he is so cold is because his parents were killed when he was young; a crude autogun slaughtering them both in the hands of a two bit killer hired by a fanatical cultist of chaos. Ludias grew up with only the knowledge of the weapon that killed his parents and he, frankly, is insulted that such a crude simple weapon took his family away from him. From the time Ludias realized this he has sought to create the perfect killing weapon, a weapon so finely honed to the art of death that its every function is economical and efficient enough that from the moment he sights his target he can load a cold round and take the shot within half a second. His rifle is the result of 34 years of development towards this goal. A cold round is a bullet fired from a rifle when its barrel is cool, and so not moving with the action of its components and thus, less accurate. His rifle is so perfectly accurate and perfectly balanced that the finely honed weapon is capable of firing a cold round at 1800 meters and still hit a coin on its cross section. The weapon is also crafted exactly for him and him alone, anyone else trying to use the weapon would find it uncomfortable and unwieldy.
Ludias has discovered that his weapon is unique in more ways than one. The rifle of a traditional Vindicare assassin has something that his doesn’t, a self destruct. If a vindicare goes out of line then his high command can remove his most prized possession from him. This freedom gives Ludias an unimaginable advantage, and he is hired because of this. He can strike anytime, anywhere and against any target. And he is answerable to none because none know who he is. He never gives his name only his serial number, to business partners. Only his Friends get his name. And only one can link the man behind the mask to the mask itself Beltayn. Because of this advantage Ludias takes his rifle all over the galaxy and with it he moves from job to job giving his services out in return for technologies that he can use to improve his equipment. By far the best trade he ever got was exactly 19 years ago. His body was almost completely reconstructed from its base components by a creature he had never seen the likes of before and in return Ludias only had to kill one creature; a dark eldar by the name of Griodial Nambecus. That one shot, one cold round gave him the best gift he could ever receive; the gift of a body that would not grow old and betray his mind with weakness.
Ludias has trained himself for years; his body has become no more than a tool, an instrument of perfection for him to express his views through, these views are often expressed from behind the scope of his Rifle. In the last 4 years or so Ludias has been partnered with Beltayn an Eldar Pathfinder, who has become one of Ludias' closest friends, and if Ludias is really honest with himself, the only friendship he has ever been able to hold down amidst the ever shifting view his life has had.
Reason for being in the Eye of Terror: Ludias takes out what are known as blind ops. He doesn’t know who the target is until he has them in his sights, this stops him from getting attached to the target until its to late for him to change his mind. Recently he was tasked with taking out a mark in the rim world of Martos Prime. Only when he reached the planet and hooked up with his friend Beltayn did he realize that both he and his friend had been given contracts to take each other out. Flatly refusing to kill each other they fled into the eye of terror to avoid the full wrath of their respective clients.
Equipment: Custom Made Exitus rifle and Twin Exitus Pistols. Also his Stealth suit and enhancer mask are custom made. His hand crafted Bullets are a result of his own skill and the tool kit he has aboard his personal ship, an old two seated interceptor he made himself. The ship has only a pair of quads but is very fast and small. It also has its own stealth field, and radar jamming devices. Ludias has at some point installed an interstellar drive which allows him to make short subspace "Hops". The drive is a modified version of the one the Tau use to propel their much larger craft. These short "Hops" Allow Ludias to jump from solar system to solar system quickly, but the drive needs a significant amount of time to recharge. (Note I can’t ever see him using the drive I just put it in to explain how he can lead such a "Solo" life away from capital ships that can take him places.)
Amazing profile Tyranic, a very big one too. The RPG will concentrate on skirmishes and small battles amougst War-bands of characters and NPC's instead of massive battles, some characters will return and not all friendly and the Employers will be one of the main NPC's along with Syrath who will finally meet his end.
Syrath will acutely meet his end when [unknown] and [unknown] fight [error] and use the [error] to activate the [unknown]. Also the Farseer will be back and also meet her end.
Any ideas for Chaos War-bands would be good, I've begun to create the basic plot and enemies but want to create a truly evil Chaos lord. One who unlike Abbadon is not a failure and has the power to get past the gate and is beginning to form a large force. Must go now as I'm tired.
Epic, this sounds more like a Ghost Recon style campaign than an all out war....nice
Here's the rough draft of my profile, minus the stuff about things like his relationship with Ludias as it has already been described by Marta. (Fething well written I might also add.)
Name: Beltayn "The Jackal" Cuthalion
Age: 305
Race: Eldar
Affiliation: Mercenary
Designation: Pathfinder (Ranger Exarch)
Appearance: At a glance, Beltayn looks nothing more than a tall human, but upon closer examination he is so much more. Wiry limbs bely his physical strength and dexterous hands and feet. His make and structure gives one the sense of delicacy and fragility, a first impression that often has his enemies underestimate his agility and speed. The few things that can be used to separate him from most men can be found by looking at his face. Long silver hair grows over his scalp and his sunken eyes are misty blue in color and can hold an ice cold stare like no human can. Other than the slight nuances in his facial features that set him apart from the rest of humanity there are the long, leaf shaped ears that denote him as one of the Eldar race. His skin is pale and gaunt and one of his most notable features is the system of intricately laced tattoos, set in deep blue, that criss cross over the right side of his face and neck; honor marks from the many hunts he has accomplished over his long life.
Personality: Beltayn possesses a wit that is as cold as his eyes. His voice is seldom heard as he only speaks when he feels it is necessary, such is a habit of one who has been a hunter for the past three centuries. He prefers to be clad most of the time in his practical hunter's garb, the same clothing he wears under the mesh combat armor and Cameleoline cloak he wears while on the job. Beltayn disdains the use of heavy armor and advanced technology, preferring to use his natural ability and hard won skill to best his prey. Beltayn has walked the path of the outcast for three centuries and to this day he still feels the call of that path, urging him to attempt greater and greater feats of predatory talent in order to gain honor for himself and those around him. Beltayn is cold and near unapproachable from the outside to most and is content that a vast majority of other beings leave him be. He has, however, acquired a few acquaintances along his chosen path, some closer than others, his sense of honor is everything to him and he will do all in his power to either save or increase it. Though detached, he possesses a deep sense of loyalty to those close to them, an unbreakable bond that he shares with only one other being.
Beltayn is a hunter by nature and seeks to personify the word in every sense of its meaning. He has killed thousands of times in his life, both enemy, target, and game. He is a master of every type of killing art that requires a touch of finesse and silence. He is both able to kill from unseen places far away or up close just an arm's length away. His experience has taught him how to anticipate, how to be one step ahead of the prey at all times and as such he is adept at the art of ambush. In short, Beltayn is a killer, it doesn't matter how hard or easy it is to kill something, if it needs to die, he'll find a way to do it.
Bio: Beltayn spent his young life aboard the craftworld of Alaitoc, his first name meaning "Young and mighty" his second meaning "Strongbow." In fact, he was known by his second name until he left the craftworld for his skill in marksmanship. There, from an early age he was pressured to strictly follow his chosen path, such is the tradition of that Craftworld. Like a few youths of his generation, he was unhappy with this strict adherence to laws and sought a more free life amongst the stars, he felt too constricted and so followed the Path of the Outcast, traveling to many Exodite worlds as he learned the way of his path. He's hunted big and small game, both rare and common, all across the galaxy, in every corner. He prides himself on remembering every single hunt he's ever been on and as such he can recall the exact number of any species or type of enemy he's killed. He has with him a leather strap which is attached to the stock of his modified long rifle which holds many fangs, teeth, or other bones which all used to belong to every animal he has ever hunted. He also wears a necklace with several hogteeth (the bullet heads of sniper rifle hard rounds), each has a number engraved on it denoting the number of the kill and each marks a time in which he bested another marksman in combat. Other than this, Beltayn has ritualistically kept many small unseen habits while on the job that his employers never ask about, being happy that the job has been done to their satisfaction.
In the underworlds of many planets, Beltayn has acquired the nickname "The Jackal" a name which he finds stupid and petty but utilizes to his advantage. The name, he has found, inspires fear amongst anyone who would be his enemy and generally makes him a more imposing figure to those around him. Though separated from his homeworld, he still has a loyalty and pride to his people and will not do anything to willingly harm innocents as a whole. He may be a mercenary but he does have standards. Before he became a freelance worker, he was often a soldier, fighting on behalf of the forces of his craftworld and assisting Eldar ground forces with his skills and talents. Wherever he treads, enemies fear his reach, his name is both a device with which to identify an unidentifiable danger and a weapon of psychological warfare.
Equipment: Most importantly is his black cameleoline cloak which has aged with him over the years and functions to hide him from even the most scrutinous eyes. A heavily modified Ranger long rifle he sang himself out of wraithbone, it is the only piece of his gear he has ever personified, calling it "Ralion", his people's name for the longbow. He has customized it to fit his habits and function to perfect his abilities in the art of long range death. The barrel has been lengthened both to increase accuracy and to accommodate the atypical, high powered shot he uses. The firing mechanism has also been modified similarly for the same reasons. The rifle has adjustable power settings and multi vision optics, its stock and furniture, while holding his trophies, also has had many Eldar runes engraved onto it, all of which are dedicated to giving the weapon resilience and unerring accuracy. His trusty shuriken pistol has also been modified from the standard to fit his style. It is more compact and has been customized for quick firing, accuracy, and silence. He also carries a combo of a monomolecular wraithbone sabre which has also been etched with runes of power as well as a matching dual edged dagger that is usually held in tandem with the single sided sabre. Other than weapons he carries little equipment or provisions besides his rangefinder binoculars and other such pieces which aid him on his hunts.
Again, its a rough draft, I may end up changing things, I may not, I'm still not sure yet, but It'll be done by the time this new RP is ready.
There will be another Marta but a new story will come with it, but now I'm concentrating on this RPG and hope to create a good and solid plot. And I hope the snipers will have the best hunt they can, the Employers.
Agonist, their is no real Protagonist in the story. While Marius could be counted as one of the main characters, Shas also has equal importance and the Scourges caught Syrath by extreme surprise. Also he needs to be quite powerful to remain a power enemy in the story against characters such as Marius.....
Its fine, after this we're returning to the first RPG and using it as the start for a single RP based of the original three's storyline however I do need some info of what should be changed in the next RPG. I do know their will be changes to the Farseer as a character and Syrath.
Tyranic Marta wrote:I was talking about the employers, and this time Marius will be essentially the same, but will start with some... slight... differences.
Good....Good indeed. I wonder what these changes will be?
Well for a start he is going to be older and his personality is going to change somewhat, after reading a significant amount of space wolves related canon fluff I have realised that certain aspects of his nature were slightly... off. But that is ok, I can perfect them this time around, additionally he will start with a frost blade and power fist now instead of a pair of frost axes. I shall put up a proposed character sheet soon. And perhaps some samplers of his personality
Sounds, good. Will it be OK if I have Syrath earlier in the story of the trilogy? Maybe observing the players, also do you think this should be the universal discussion thread for all of my RP'S?
Pfft youve been leading me towards chaos for the last three RP's forgive me for not taking that one on the nose, either way it was a bit frustrating once again having any authority I may have had undermined. Regardless this new character has no superiors for you to control just yet. And when they do come I think I shall control them anyway, I have a plan... a plan that involves the codex that I wrote...
Character Sheet Name Marius Ichorskin, The Leviathan
FactionSpace Wolves, Wolf Lord
AppearanceThe heavy set Marius is a giant among giants, without armour he stands at around eight feet tall and with armour that stretches to nearly three meters. When He dons Terminator battle plate he nearly tops forteen feet. Marius is essentially a Leviathan when he dons his standard runic armour and this gives him his moniker, the Grey Hunters of his great company tell quietly that the only reason Marius has grown to be so tall is that every time he would be close to dying, the deathwolf Morkai instils him with extra vigour and strength. The patterns of deepsea beasts that cover his armour are a testament to his extreme affiliation with the great creatures of fenris and the tattoo of a kraken that wraps around his head is a pinpoint of this. That tatto is always visible as he wears no helmet and his bald pate is plain to the air. But nothing points his strength out more than the weapon he wields. His right hand is never without his custom frost blade, forged by the lead Iron Priest on Fenris it is a masterwork weapon named Serpent tooth. The weapon is just under two and a half meters long and is four inches wide, the titanic blade is ringed with terrifyingly sharp points of ultra hard alloy suppossedly naturally found in the meteors that occaisionally fall on Fenris. The metal is a pressure alloy of carbon and titanium which creates a substance many times harder than diamond and has to be cut to shape with engineering lazers. When the weapons teeth begin to whir there is nothing, not skin, not armour, not even the armoured hull of a dreadnought that can withstand the weapons edge. Marius wields this weapon with the easy grace, often with one hand, born from five thousand years of wielding the blade. His right hand is often equipped with a frost shield. The powerful ward sits on his right arm like a slab of solid ceramite, and from a distance it certainly appears that way. But up close one can see the details on its surface, the perfectly circular shield is embossed with the personal image of Marius, The Leviathan from which he gets his moniker. The many limbed Kraken with a tentacle spread to the cardinal points is a terifying sight to behold, as the shield is about a meter in diameter and the personal image of the Leviathan is known to all those who would fight against the Wolf Lord. Behind him the swirling cloak which gives him his name is perched almost permanantly, the flowing skin of a carnifex flenced from its dead and puckered hide is a fitting tribute to the power of the Wolf lord.
Background The Leviathan is older than all of the wolves of Fenris, far older. The only that can outstrip him in age are the Wolf priests and Bjorn himself and his Saga is many times longer than that of even the Great wolf. But Marius has never aspired to the position of Great Wolf, he has always been more than content in his own great company, training the warriors of might that have become to be known as the Teeth of the Leviathan. These powerful warriors are nothing short of the best close combat fighters that the sons of Russ can field. The wolf Guard of Marius is a common recruiting ground for the great wolf's own Wolf guard. And indeed even his Grey Hunters are powerful fighters who favour assault weapons so as to close with their foes. His long fangs are the only exceptin to this, Marius is a brutal tactician and he knows that until his fighters get up close they need cover, and so he makes every effort and allowance to ensure that his long fangs are equipped with the most potent of wargear. Thier weapons and armour are econd to none and he even has many of them equipped with priceless runic armour to ensure that their work is uninterrupted. Marius has precious few battle tanks in his great company, instead his warriors (and tactics), favour a head on assault, filled with light armoured vehicles and his own command vehicle, a landraider Redeemer named "The breath of the Kraken".
Marius rose to power by being a straightforward but efficient warrior, his aptitude for tactics came later. Indeed his claiming of the pelt that adorns his back came when he was still a blood claw. The brutal nature of the kill while wielding his then power sword went down in the saga's as worthy of praise for the rest of known time. Aside from that his actual career was uneventful, but vicous and predictable. Battle after battle he threw himself into for nearly a hundred years, earning kill after kill as a blood claw before finally being given the mantle of Grey hunter, the decision was a hard one for his superiors to make, because he was a brutal fighter and that skillw as often best ustilised on the forefront of battle, but his immense skill had to be tempered and given polish, so in lieu of this he was elevated to the rank of Grey Hunter, but around him were placed many warriors of his type, better in close, than out in the field. It was around this time that the great company's wolf priest began to tailor him. The entire company knew that the Wolf Lord they had was waning, too many battles had seen his mind torn to shreds and he was little more than a figurehead for the army. And many understood that the Leviathan, as he was coming to be called, was fit for the task. First however he would have to become a Wolf Guard.
Marius' time in the Grey hunters was little more than a formality, a furthur five decades of service and he was elevated without compromise to the ranks of the Wolf guard. His time in the Grey hunters was not wasted however and his keen tactical mind began to emerge, slowly the Leviathan began to make tactical anylisis of battlefields and situations and voicing his ideas before the older Wolf guard members could make similar, if less indepth assessments. The Leviathan began to accumulate supporters, his following grew until, as a Wolf guard battle leader. He was in reality the true leader of the Great company. Slowly Sven Bloodhowl, was removed from the seat of power that many had seen him in for nearly a millenia and Marius took the stage. He was an instant fit, his tactics and ideal's quickly garnering support with the other Wolf Lords and many thought it was only a matter of time until he became the great wolf. But as the centuries passed on and The Leviathan's great company grew mmore and more accustomed to their task Marius realised that he was more use to the Imperium fighting in his own way, than have to command the greater chapter. And so when the vote came and his name was cast he denied the chance, taking his calling in the right hand of the Wolf Lord, the Hammer of Fenris, the Leviathan. After five thousand years however he has heard news of stirrings of trouble within the Eye of terror, and Marius Ichorskin, The Leviathan, realised that it was his time to etch his name into the saga's for all eternity, and so he declared a personal crusade into the eye, backed up by his great company. The Leviathan and its teeth descended into the eye of terror.
Equipment The Leviathans armour, Ichorskin, Serpent tooth, the Kraken's maw. The Leviathan's armour: This Runic armour is so massive that it is nearly equal with tactical dreadnought battle plate, and as such it is nearly impossible to penetrate. (2+ 4++ vs psyker powers) Ichorskin: This cloak is a symbol of the Leviathan's power and as such is a symbol of hope for allies. (Marius and his retinue are fearless) Serpent tooth: The massive frost blade is a terror of a weapon to face on the battle field and with Marius' prodigous strength behind its whirring teeth it can chew through almost anything. (Power weapon, +1 strength, 2d6 armour pen) The Kraken's maw: This dominating storm shield has protected Marius from death on more than one instance, infact, the shield is such a symbol of his indomitable will that many enemies would rather flee than continue to fight against such a warrior. (3++, when Marius always counts as having caused an additional wound for combat resolution.)
Quote"Stinking... *crunch* cowardly... *crunch* filth... *crunch*, Gamma squad take the left fla- back traitor...*crunch* left flank..."
(I added the stats to give an idea of his... meatynessness)
Name: Syrath the Immortal, Saint of Chaos Undivided, Bringer of Evil, Lord of Vermin
Background: Syrath was originally a Lord of Change of Tzeentch who was as devious as his creator. Syrath began by sealing daemonic pacts with many lesser daemons of the Other Chaos God's in order to further his own goals. The pacts granted to the greedy daemons gave them part of Syrath's own power in exchange for them fighting for Syrath. However these pacts had hidden terms and conditions which entirely changed the allegiance of the gullible daemons from their patron god to Syrath. During the Age of Strife, before the birth of She Who Thirst, Syrath was sent by Tzeentch to sap the essence of Malal in order to strengthen the power of the Lord of Destiny. Syrath succeeded in his task too well and while Tzeentch had his might bolstered, Syrath also gained significant influence over his fooled daemonic minions and gained the ability to fashion his own evil beings from warp energies.
Many of the ostracised psyker's who where persecuted on their homeworld's during the Age of Strife pledged their souls to Syrath. They became powerful sorcerers able to bend the warp to their will. They where also granted the ability to summon daemons who where pledged to Syrath's service. Many of these sorcerers where granted daemonhood by Syrath after they sacrificed the populations of entire planets to seal more daemonic pacts and summon Horror's in their thousands. As a result Syrath gained several strongholds in Segmentum Obscurous before the Adeptus Astartes even took to the stars. Over the millennia, Syrath the Immortal eventually became Tzeentch’s most favoured servant. Syrath had proved to be exceptionally cunning and devious and had tricked the populations of entire planets into the service of Tzeentch. However, this position would not last. During the Horus Heresy Syrath began to plot against his master and he devised a scheme to sap Tzeentch’s power for himself. Syrath then intended to sacrifice Millions of his servants at the exact moment the Emperor was slain in order to elevate himself to Godhood. Tzeentch still fed off of Syrath’s scheming until he deemed that it was a good time to react. The Architect of Fate exiled Syrath from his realm as a punishment for his active betrayal. Syrath was forced into the material realm and materialised on a war torn Prospero, as Space Wolf ships hung in the air. He managed to aquire the help of a young Thousand Son named Valox Marus who helped Syrath (who had taken the form of a blind remembrancer) get off world. This Astartes would later be renamed Arrius, destined to become one of the greatest Daemon Princes of Syrath.
(Note) This info comes partly from Warhammer 40,000 Fanon Wiki, this is GS's work but is based of my concepts.
Weapons and Abilities:
Servants Warriors of Syrath
Staff of Syrath An ornate staff that seeths with Chaos energy and foul magiks that allow him to cast the most foul of spells, Syrath's staff is forged from the many items of sorcery that Syrath has stolen items. The tip of the Staff is covered in pink and blue flames that stream into the air as he sends it towards his foes, Syrath's Staff is an Icon for his servents.
Force weapon
Armour of the Arcane Syrath wears silver and bone armour, it is part of his flesh and is decorated with gems and stolen Eldar soul stones. The tatters of a former white cloak still hang from this armour but are know painted with the runes of Chaos and evil, this dark cloak offers Syrath much protection.
Axe of Furious Rage Once the weapon of a mighty Bloodthirster, this weapon now lies in Syrath boney clawed hands. The weapon can slice open even the greatest armour, in the Dark Saints hands this weapon has caused much death.
Book of Sorcery A bleak, black book, its pages are lined with the many spells and words of Chaos. Syrath is said to have taken this from the Black Libery, he stole several Chaos tomes and formed it into a new tome that many Chaos Sorcerers seek.
Sorcery Syrath has much knowledge of Chaotic powers, they are in high number and are almost impossible to list.
Flight Syrath has two massive wings that allow him to fly over the battle field or form into a coat, his wings are decorated by chains and skulls from his fallen foes.
Quote:"Why have the universe tomorrow, when you could have it today?"
