No, but allowing Greystone to live no longer seems to be an option......

Greystone is decapitated by a swift strike by X'carhis who snarls and laughs at the surrounding Imperial Stormtroopers who begin to take up firing positions. The Chaos lord fades into shadowy mist that laughs and sneers at the Imperials as it enters and pierces their minds before completely dissipating into nothingness.......

"Warriors, get to cover now!" Kais shouted to his two remaining Elites.

With true military efficiency, they sprinted over to the large Chaos structure right next to them, barging through the side entrance, and, failing that, resorting to blasting it open with thier weapons.

"Get inside, move!"

Helmian lunges at the Chaos Lord but his blade only swings through empty mist. He curses heavily under his breat and turns to Greystone. The broken body of the inquisitor was inert and looked somewhat forlorn. All of a sudden Helmian felt a great weight of understanding press upon him. He was now responsible for not only the Amoneo Obscurum but also the entire fleet... He would have to make amends and quickly. He opens a radio feed to the capital ships Amoneo Obscurum and Greystones flagship.
{This is Gausse, Greystone was proven to be hindering the Imperiums wishes and he was to be executed for terms of heresy but A chaos Lord struck him down before I could get there. I am now in command of the Inquisitorial Fleet. Here are my orders....

(IMPORTANT NOTE)
Inquisitor Gausse was never meant to havea huge commanding role in this RP and I have found of late that Reaper has been attempting to get me to go chaotic, so here is what I propose.
1: Reaper will control High Inquisitor Lord Helmian Gausse. Almost as a replacement for Greystone, but as a BENEVOLENT leader, not a replica of Greystone.
2: I will create a new chaos character and you shall all feel my wrath.... It will also get the chaos out of my system for when I start playing Marius again.... Char sheet will be up momentarily

I didn't want you renegade but if that is what you wish Marta, join Chaos.

The Tau watch through some vents and cracks in the walls of the structures, Raptors fire shots at the structure that shake its foundations but are driven off by arriving Tau Battle-Suits;

"Shas'O our forces are being hindered by Chaos Flak, Artillery and armored formations. We require a fall back almost instantly, if we are to properly re-group and return with a greater attack force. If not we are almost certainly going to take heavy casualties."


{All forces must return to the fleet, prepare to retreat and then move onto the Titans location and do not open fire on the Xenos currently in position over the planet, X'carhis must be found. If you engage the Chaos Lord, kill him.}

Character Sheet
Name:Angelus Umbra
Faction:Chaos Renegade
AppearanceHis armour is colored white, gold and black, primarily white with trim in black and gold for details. His armour itself is plain and smooth but with well defined clean cut rims along the edges of every thing and a strange symbol on his right shoulderpad, the left bears not the eight pointed star of chaos, but a raised relief of a flaming skull with its jaw wide open. Instead of a standard backback he has what appears to be a jump pack but is far thinner and less bulky. Flowing beneath that is a black cloak made from a material hard enough to withstand the constant scorching of Angelus' jumppack, it flows about his armour and has a hood that goes over his helmeted head.
BackgroundBrother Angelus Umbra, The shadow of angels, was origionally a warrior who fought back to back with Inquisitor Helmian Gausse across their 700 years of service. Angelus still has seven service suds embedded in a pattern across his skull, but for two hundred years the two have seen not hide nor hair of each other. After Helmian took a mission to Gangava to flatten a thousand sons uprising Angelus dissapeared on the eve of battle. Since then he has traveled long and hard a whisper in his mind telling him to continue searching. His personal ship, the Darkthought, is an engine heavy frigate with about a hundred mortal crew and as many servitors in the holds, it is quite capable of warp travel however, its Gellar field well built and well used as Angelus travels often.

The Darkthought was often sighted on the outskirts of imperial planets and there was word often of the Shadow of an Angel of death moving across the planet, this is how he took his name, his origional name is locked inside his mind. The planets where the Shadow moved however were often torn asunder by chaos renegades soon afterwards, chaos renegades who seem to be almost ghostley themselves. Recently it appears he has found what he desires upon (the planet where we are I still cant remember the name). The Shadow has come...
EquipmentAngel's Jump pack: Angelus' Jump pack is modified to not only be able to make leaps and bounds across battlefields when he needs it but also to make his trademark landings, he will fire himself from a custom made assault tube on the Darkthought, towards a new planet, his armour will happily withstand the trip through the atmosphere with a built in shield generator of Xenos design. When he is approaching the planet's surface the jumppack will fire up split seconds before he hits the ground, reducing his momentum enough that he can appear to simply be stepping down a staircase to the earth below.
The blades of bone: A pair of powerswords that seem to sheer through forcefields with thier strange material, romoured to be produced from the same material as the bone swords of a Hive tyrant of the tyranids.
Shield Generator: A powerful shield generator that for all its use in planet fall is not particularly useful on the battle field. (4++)
Quote"The Shadow has come, can you withstand its passing?"

"This is Shas'O T'au Kais speaking to all Tau forces," "Kais contacted the army. "All ground forces fall back, that is an order. I will personally lead a stealth mission to take down the Chaos forces' Artillery. I will give further oders at a later time. For now, just fall back and make a command post."

OOC: I find it best that Marta interduce his own character.

Several flak pieces sat in union as they battered the retreating Tau, Sergeant Hektor watched from a small command station the entire valley the Tau had attempted to land in where the forces of Chaos has set their trap and closed the naught. Mortar squadrons manned by heretics had already fallen back to other positions to be stop the other Chaos forces fro, stealing their quarry. He snarled but watched as a Chaos Space Marine fell to the ground, he ran towards the body and saw the three pulse marks that had pierced the armour. He quickly grabbed a bolt pistol and staggered back as a shadowy shape appeared and fired a shot that decapitated the marine, the broken body fell back as the Tau Stealth Teams un cloaked; 

"....Set explosives, destroy the gun emplacements.....move on to next targets...." 


      

The Darkthought had been hovering above the planet for days, weeks almost, amongst the atmosphere grid it could escape the scanners of the Inquisition. Angelus was sitting on his command throne calmly observing his mortal crew go about thier daily tasks. The lot of them were on the knife edge between plunging into combat and leaving the planet altogether, Angelus was well aware that the Inquisition, particularly Helmian, would want to confine him if they could. It was a shame really. Angelus had no quarrel with his old brother. No it was the chaos on the planet that he had issue with. They were going to far, Angelus had orders, yes orders. That whatever was happening on the planet would be stopped. And so the shadow had come to Hecroin.

Angelus was extremely calm about it all, he rarely got agitated, and the excitement of the kill was stale for him. Nine hundred years of war could do that. Especially when he was no longer doing this for faith. He was convinced that The Imperium, the high lords of Terra specifically, were corrupt. But there was no way to make that plain to the Imperium, except by changing things. So here he was, the Shadow, the Herald. Changing things.

While Angelus was looking out of the view ports in contemplation he noticed a contrail of fire ripping through the air, and then anouther, and anouther. This was it, they were landing. Finally. Angelus stood up calmly his black cloak sweeping behind him as he went to the drop chute. He gave some curt orders to the ships master, a man he knew well and they had a tenuous friendship. After a few seconds more he was in the room known colloquially as 'the drop chute', although 'chute' was a bit of a misnomer as it was more like a room with a force field for a floor. He sheathed his swords into thier places on his back and pressed a few things on the walls, the lights turned red and he stood in the middle of the floor, his arms crossed over his chest. Then the forcefield turned off and Angelus fell to the planet. He was coming, let it be known, that he was coming...

(I had a longer post but it was 404'ed so this will have to do for the moment, as things progress I shall post more. Do not expect to see him in combat for some time. Perhaps anouther 4 posts before he even gets close enough to the Artifact to do anything, and his arrival shall coincide with the death of Greystone, dont worry, I'm a master at linking separate story lines.)

OOC:

Are those stealth guys me and my two Elite's?

Cos we do have pretty cool armour modifications...

(OOC) That's you Shas, plus some mates

The shadows decent was watched by X'carhis and Kenorth, the pair stood near one of the Titans shattered minor guns which had crashed into a small mountain where the Word Bearers had begun the construction of a forward base and portal. The mist from the mount shrouded the Chaos lord like a living cloak, he turned away tired with the figure and entered the awaiting Land Raider Grace of Darkness where the Techmarine Caluss stood in wonder as he probed the Key for secrets. He saw the Apostle but did not stray from his task and returned to his work;

"Hello milord, how goes the slaughter? Have we appeased the Gods of Chaos yet or have we more work?"


X'carhis almost decapitated the Techmarine for his utter ignorance but restrained himself, he required this weak wrench;


"Your noxious optimism is an annoyance Caluss, do not doubt my abilities to break you. I will if you continue to waste time, the Alpha Legion has already begun its advance while the Tau have been pushed back, for now. We cannot afford any more disturbances, your wasteful and annoying nature will be our end."

The Techmarine nodded but obviously did not care for the Chaos Lords words, he continued his work on the key while X'carhis left. He sought blood, that of the Imperials would appease the Chaos Gods. And he knew perfectly where they were, he would appease them. This new arrival may even prove to be a match for him, but now he had to appease the gods....Chaos would prevail and this Shadow would fall.

OOC:

Woohoo!

So I now have stealth suits in my squad...

The air whipped furiously around Angelus as he fell, making his cloak billow around him, threatening to send him into a spin. But he was unconcerned, his armour's internal gyroscopes would protect him from such an event, even now they were effortlessly keeping him on course. All around him his custom shield generator was warding off the extreme re-entry heat. He opened up a planetary scan on his hud and double checked his land site, it wasnt that he was nervous, quite the opposite, he was bored. Indeed he was right on track aiming for about three fourths of a click from the Artifact. This suited him perfectly, a good distance from the fighting and his Jump pack could get him the rest of the way.

By now the ground was approaching rapidly and Angelus was treated to a view of the battle as he broke through the cloud layer, there wasnt much to see, just a masssive army of the Inquisition sweeping over some pitiful defenses. Chaos really had lost thier touch over the last ten thousand years. Everyone else was moving ahead but they were forced to carry on with old tactics and ordanance. Regardless Angelus's legion was far more... adaptable. And as thier herald he had to put them in the best possible place for attack. They would reach the planet soon enough, with a fleet so large that the capital ships of all the other fleets present would be able to dock in one of its hangers...

Angelus was about fifteen hundred feet up when he activated his thrusters, the twin heavy jets slammed out a stream of super pressureised exhaust and his descent deccelerated rapidly. The second it took for this to activate he had traveled the last thousand or so feet and his feet were apporaching the ground, but when he touched down it was as if he was simply disembarking from a vehicle, and the actual touchdown was about as light as any Astartes could manage. Upon his fet touching ground the thrusters cut off, and his knees took the full weight of his body for the first time in ten minutes.

His head slowly panned from left to right observing his surroundings, this close to the planet's equator there was no cover of trees, but that diddnt worry Angelus, he didnt need cover, the simple presence of his passing would incite enough fear to start the rumours that tore apart any guardsman retinue, Inquisitorial or not... With one gauntleted hand he reached behind his neck and drew his hood over his helmeted head. And then with a sword in each hand he began to move forwards, forwards to the battle. And with his cloak billowing out behind him ominously he chuckled.
"In the darkness of night, no one can see you die..." And at that moment far above the planet, the Darkthought fired a seether net over the planet in the form of massive particle canisters which blotted out all light. And threw the planet Hecroin into shadow.

"The shadow has come for you, can you withstand its passing?"

A static, broken radio message is sent to the Shadow;

[Oh hello.....what have we here? Your petty tricks amuse me....I will enjoy this but then again.....you could useful.....I am Sorcerer Kenorth.....I seek an assassin....well one to remove a threat....You seem to be well suited and one that will happily.....remove a pest. A Chaos lord named X'carhis stalks this planet, kill him and you will be given a gift of your choice from the Chaos gods. I will not reveal my location though....if you have killed that pest....I will arrange for a meeting place.]

Bonus mission: Kill Chaos Lord X'carhis
Reward: Daemon Weapon

Angelus encodes his own vox patterns and sends them in a short radio burst to the target

{A mission of assassination? Against the Chaos lord you say, that I could achieve. Consider your... mark accepted. But I warn you, you are not my master. We are equals here. Nothing more, Nothing less}

Angelus broke into a run, his jump pack would be counter productive here, it would light him up like a beacon with its contrails of fire in the darkness, Stealth and the swift silent kill would be to his benifit here. Regardless he was almost there. Infact the first guardsmen were arriving within his sight line. He moved quickly like a true specter of battle and with a casual sweep of his sword decapitated the rear guardsman, he fell silently to the ground. The sound sof battle were all around Angelus, clearly the Chaos were trying to retake the Artifact, no matter, he wanted them to.

The next guardsman was allowed to scream, his right leg taken off below above the knee. And scream he did. firing his lasgun wildly into the night. The other guardsmen tried madly to find thier attacker but Angelus was amongst them now, a casual cut here a sweep there, arms and legs were taken of but rarely anything immediatly lethal. All the guardsmen ever saw of him, if he allowed them to see anything, was the helmet he wore, in the shape of a snarling creature of Terran hell and coloured bleached bone. The guardsmen were screaming in the darkness about shadows and wriaths, truly the Shadow had come to Hecroin.

And then the guardsmen realised they were safe, aside form the fact that they were bleeding out at a terrifying rate and would probably slip into shock in a few seconds the shadow had passed on. And in the darkness, more screams could be heard. Angelus was internally amused at the ease that these guardsmen fell to such horrors, clearly they were not catachan origionally. Angelus killed anouther half dozen squads, but not with instantly fatal blows, no he took of limbs, and in the darkness, only the screams could be heard. No bodies to recover, no hope of saftey, of saviour, only certain death.

X'carhis knew he was being followed, he had a guard of twelve Terminators. Each carrying power weapons and twin-linked Bolters, he himself carried a Daemon Weapon and Power fist which seethed with evil energies and power. The group quickly came to an icy ridge that overlooked a bleak platu, where in the center sat a small shrine to Chaos where Alpha Legion forces had taken. At least 15 Chaos Space Marines had set up positions their and where obviously the first of the many Alpha Legionnaires that would soon arrive at the Titan;

"Let us make an example of these wretch's! Slaughter them all my Warriors, spill their blood!"

"Shas'O," Kais hears a friendly voice coming through in his helmet. "This is Shas'vre Ter'on, in command of a squad of stealth suits. We have encountered some of the heavy artillery you speak of, and are in the act of destroying them. I will join you after this is done, if you so wish. I have your coordinates."

Kais is thankful for the variety of forces he had at his disposal, and offered a silent thanks to the greater good.

"Your assistance is greaty appreciated Ter'on. I will soon head to the flak turrets at these coodrinates," Kais replies, tapping a few buttons on his wrist, sending the coordinates to where they could meet. "I will meet you there. Good hunting."

Edit-gone.

OOC:

Dunno, its whoever has the flak turrets or whatever, which Reaper posted...

... but they were in your command post, as, there were only about three of them, all what Reaper posted, and they aren't called stealth squads for nothing...

... I'm afriad that post will probably have to be deleted...

It wasn't yours but we can still work with this, I'll allow you to post back Shas but Durza can you edit your post so its not your command post but you still want to kill the Tau? Or just re-post, I'm fine with whatever you two wish to go with.

Deleting seems the easiest option.

OK, once you re-write it I'll let Shas post or edit his post and I'll post.

the darkness was deepening over the battlefield and as Angelus made his way towards the artifact only his internal mapping system was keeping him on track. That and the tracer rounds still flickering over its surface. As he approached he saw the Inquisitors arguing, his helmet instantly zoomed in on Gausse's weapon and took it in swiftly, Angelus smiled coldly, his old brother was still using the ancient blade. Angelus was however more than a little stunned when a Chaos warrior phased in and out of existance, decimating the other Inquisitor, from the apperance he assumed that was X'carhis.
'This sorceror has been toying wtih me... or perhaps... yes of course...' The thought flitted so fast though Angelus' mind that he barely had time to regester it before the answer was forming.

He stealthily exfiltrated the scene and began to head towards the meeting place of himself and the sorceror. He had to iron some things out...

OOC;

Well, I'm still waiting for Reaper to post for me, but, Durza I just want to say that finding the stealth suits will be difficult, they have now left the scene of the destroyed heavy artillery, and are heading to some flak turrets...

... invisibly...

As Shas moved stealthily, an echo permeated the mind of the Tau...

"You must bring it to me... It is buried deep within the planet... "

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Arrius walked relentlessly towards the Titan... with Coraks' and the remnants of the Warriors of Syrath in tow... The mysterious Daemonic voice stayed firmly in his mind... He could swear he knew who it belonged to...

"Wait!"

Coraks saw the Word Bearers banners and armoured defenses in the distance and roared in fury as he rose his blades in fury, his Warriors did so at the same time as they begun to aim and load their weapons;

"These lick-spittle defile our masters grave, I'm leading a direct charge but...."


....COME.....I AWAIT.....I MUST......FEED....BRING ME FLESH.....


The Daemonic screams pushed even Coraks to the ground, while Arrius is able to hang on for a few seconds.......


"Shadow, I have a new report. X'carhis has returned to hunt Inquisition blood, I can't speak for long. This dog has many of these feeble warriors under his command, but if the dog was to be lured into a trap I'll have my servants assist you if you wish and.....give me your location and I'll open a portal so I can further discus maters with you."

Uh...

... Reaper...

... post please...

The Flak pieces were firing madly at the Tau forces, a group of patrolling Chaos Space Marines did not notice the passing Tau Stealth Suits who quietly began to set up teleport beacons and removing Chaos ammunition and replacing it with jamming beacons.

Kais suddenly motions for the Elite Fire Warriors to stop moving, as he hears a transmission comming through by his helmet.

"Shas'O. This is Ter'on," he hears. "The jamming beacons are set. We'll meet you in the Chaos strucutre next to us. Where are you right now?"

"I believe we are in the structure you speak of. The scent of death lingers everywhere and the walls are lined with grime and dust," Kais replies. "Yes. We will meet you in here."

(OOC) You were with those Warriors Shas.....

OOC: Just let him be where he is, it will help with the advancement of the plot anyway. Then we can unleash *Censored* as planned.

Angelus hears the sorcerors words and is pleased. He would indeed be able to lay a trap for Helmian.
{My coordinates are "..." and please stabilise the portal, it would not do well for one of us to be lost to the warp, for the warp does not worry me, my brothers can bring me back. But I would come back... unamused. You I suspect however would be well and truly dead.}

A Blazing purple portal appears before the Shadow, it flares and flickers with unholy energies but the Shadow enters it. The portal closes behind him as he exits it only to face a Chaos Sorcerer, his armour is a deep red colour, dotted with daemonic seals and foul symbols. A strange key like object floats over his right hand and twirls to the Sorcerers whims, he carries a Beldeum staff that stares down at the shadow like a foul watch tower.

"It seems you have stayed loyal to the bargain, I have prepared my troops for the coup and are ready to open fire on those who serve X'carhis. If we can have both the Alpha Legion and Inquisition move in for a quick strike at the same time we will have him caught in a trap from which their is no escape, then you can kill Helmian and I will gift you with the object I offer."

"Helmian is not a target my masters have sanctioned for demise at this time, indeed I am to ensure that little happens to him if it is within my power to do so, his fall from grace will be a long one, drawn out and bloody. My people will see to that. For be warned Sorceror, I am only the harbinger of a greater force, one that would take this planet. Take it and destory every trace of the astartes, chaos or inquisition. That ever stepped foot here. They will glass the planet from space before starting anew. I strongly reccmommend that after your... coup. You do not linger. Five days from now a fleet so large it will eclipse the very stars will come to this world, the darkness over this battlefield will be liften and my brothers will destory this planet utterly. And then reshape it to thier purpose. I am only the Harbinger, the shadow of the Angels of death. I am Angelus Umbra. And you would do well to heed my words sorceror, for the legion of the Screaming skull approaches, I do not tell you this so that you may fight, and indeed you are lucky you can still flee. Because this message is usually only reserved for the people who cannot flee, that their screams of abject terror may be all the louder, that the shamans may take those screams, of terror, of death. And craft a weapon so powerful that the light of the astronomican itself will be blotted out. We do not take prisoners sorceror, we do not leave survivors. Only ash. I will aid you in this coup. But I hope for your sakes that when the Pendulum of fate arrives you are not on this world. Because if you are. Nothing can save you from the purge."

While he talks Angelus is dead calm. A calm created from having delivered this speech to dozens of world leaders. Astartes, Xenos, Humans. All try to fight, or flee, but ultimatley, only their screams endured the passing of the shadow. Angelus turned from the sorceror speaking one last phrase.
"The coup will be performed, but the time of this worlds oblivion draws near. I warn you, this once. Do not linger to witness it. For it will be the last thing that this world sees. And the final dieing shudders of this world, before it is saved from destruction. Will bring about an apocalypse so strong that not even the gods of chaos dear to approach... Take it from me sorceror, it is a sight you do not want to witness. Take that from someone who has witnessed it. Witnessed it so many times that death itself has become a intricate part of my life. A part so natural it is like breathing. Oh yes I have died sorceror, I have died once for every time a world is shattered. And my brothers recall me to the task at hand. That is why I am named Angelus Umbra, because I am naught but a shadow. The shadow of death. The death of angels."

Angelus walks back through a portal that opens of its own accord, a portal ringed with flickering fires and writhing bones, and a liquid substance that appears like molten flesh. And then he is gone. Angelus steps through the portal and the transfer is instant, he is near the Inquisition camp, they are beginning to leave the planet, one Inquisitor stands out from the surrounding mortals. Like the shadow that he is, through the darkness, the Shadow approaches him.
"Helmian Gausse, I believe you once knew me."

P'med Marta.

Also just a note

Right off at the start of that post I realised that this would not end well, 'the Chaos Gods will fear' is ridiculously stupid. If something is that strong or powerful the word godmodding come to mind instantly, if this is something like a C'tan, Necron, Tyranid or super evil awesome badiez that make even the current villains of 40k suck instantly then PM me.

OOC: Yeah, that seems a bit unfair to have the power to glass this planet in five days time when we are still on Chapter 1. As that effectively means that the whole plot will need to drastically change. I can, however, see justification for such an event further along in the RPG (a penultimate or final chapter) so long as you run it by blood reaper first. I generally like the idea but it is far too soon for such a major event to happen...

Yeah, and I'm never going to allow anything that would make the Chaos Gods feel fear. That's just OP.

I totally agre Reaper...

... sorry Tyranic, but no world destruction powers for you...

Exactly.

Now return to RP'ing my loyal minions (maniacal laugh).

OOC:

Uh, I'm mind-dead right now Reaper...

... can you post for me please?

The Tau approached an entrenched Chaos Flak position, Chaos marine guards stood carrying Heavy-Bolters and Auto-cannons ready to reduce invaders to ash and charred bones. The Tau Stealth Suits swiftly and quickly moved under some broken and crooked razor wire and begun to set up teleport beacons and quietly assassinated snooping Cultists and Heretics before they could try and find the hidden devices.

k guys lets examine the post a little,

firstly, I siad they would Arrive in five days, not that it would take them that long to glass the planet, that would probly take weeks, if not months.

Secondly, Angelus said five days, from my experience in these RP's we could still be waiting for them toarrive in june, it takes us an absurdly long time to get through each day.

Thirdly Angelus will die at the end of it when they glass the planet, he will be down there on it, its why he arrives on the planet on the way he does, because he never leaves planets, he dies and then is brought back from the otherworld over the course of several months, far to long for me to get him back during this RP. Do you honestly think I would let it arrive early and ruin my RP fun? Not really. If the worst come to the worst then I will delay them so the RP can go on longer.

and lastly, I will not be controlling the ships, they will pretty much do the same thing no matter what happens, they will arrive, kick the crap out of everything, and then begin to terraform the planet. And thats anouther thing, this is'nt planetary destruction, it is terraforming, they are just "Healing" the planets from the corruption of civilization.

Now, after saying that I am still quite happy to change the post, more than happy, but after saying that do you all still want me to?

1: I control this 'Skull'
2: PM me about the Shadow
3: The Date for the ships is December 20th (Yes its long)
4: Marta, I like the fact you want to add such story to the RP. But the Chaos Gods fear nothing.
5: I'm not letting the glassing happening AT ALL, unless the RPG story works that way.

My terms.

The screaming Skull is simply a name of the Legion, I have no problem with you controlling the actual screaming skull, its an inert statue >.< but yes by all means control the legion,

I dont mean 5 real life days, I mean five days in game.... so around june was my idea, but december is good if thats what you wanna do.

I never actually said the chaos gods fear it if you read the post...

and fine, i really dont care, but there has to be some way for the planet to become a blank canvas, all corruption purged, otherwise its pointless for the skullscreamers to be there

OK, but it was already seething with Chaos, Censored and other nasties also has no one figured out the returning character. I've been dropping hints...

Does he make *censored* look like a little puppy dog?

Meh this was my way of adding some tension to the RP and giving the factions a common enemy

There are two common enemies. But I have not revealed them.

One more thing, just casually. Have you guys ever wondered what happens in firestorm exterminatus? They fire enough melta missles down on the planet that it glasses over.... oh wait that sounds familiar....

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Does he make *censored* look like a little puppy dog?

Yes Bishop does, Bishop is the codename for the other unknown character.

I wouldn't say that. Both Censored and Bishop are on a pretty even footing.

Gathering Storm wrote:I wouldn't say that. Both Censored and Bishop are on a pretty even footing.

Yeah, they have their cons and pros.

OOC: I'd just like to point out that the Skulls can't be a legion. Chapter, warband or renegade title is about the best they can do.

IC: "My lord!" the cultist threw himself at Argylle's feet as he approached. Normally this behaviour re-enforced the Chaos Lord's ego, but today it annoyed him. After being greeted by an empty dropship with nothing to kill inside, his daemons being destroyed after months of slaughter, deals with the warp and non-torturous murders, the damned Inquisition coming to his playground for some robot that he didn't even care about... it had been a bad day.

"We have succeeded in hacking into the frequency of another warband!" the cultist continued, not realising that this information had saved him from becoming an offering to the Prince of Chaos. "They say that they are under attack by teleporting Tau!"

Argylle briefly considered this. The Tau had never posed a substantial threat to him before, lacking an understanding of the Warp, and it was probably more beneficial to let the other warband suffer casualties now, rather than losing men inflicting the same damage later. But, on the other hand... it had been hours since he'd mutilated anything.

Turning to his Raptors, Argylle grinned. "Get ready, boys, we're going to aid our brothers!"

"Yes, I must appease Slannesh. Even if it is the blood of the T'au we spill, it is still fun to watch them squirm and break when their 'Greater Good fails!'"

The Raptors and Marines laugh and rabble about the attack on the T'au, they rev-up their chain-swords and activate their power-swords as the drop-ship flies over the Chaos space marine and T'au skirmish. The ships accesses points slide open allowing the Raptors to leap out and begin the attack, screaming praises to Slannesh with dark, glee.

Who said the screaming skulls were even astartes?

You mind replying to my post reap?

If they're not astartes, you really shouldn't use the word legion in relation to them. It's just confusing.

(OOC) Its kinda difficult to tell, but still lets get back to it

The Sorcerer laughs at the Shadows words, he almost has to balance him self on his staff but is able to return to his normal position and smirks behind his helm;

"Of coarse, just remember the task at hand. Draw the Inquisition and Alpha Legion towards the Titans front gates and have them engage X'carhis and his loyalist forces, I will reward you once he is dead."

As the Shadow approaches the Inquisitor he draws his glaive and points it towards the Shadowy figure;

"Who are you? What do you want servant of Chaos?"

(You will all see... they are astartes I guess, but then again they really arnt astartes.)
"Servant of chaos? Dont make me laugh, there are far more terrible foes in the galaxy than the traitors of chaos. I would be surprised indeed if you did not remember your own brother Helmian. It is I, Tiberius, But I do not walk under that name any longer. I am the shadow. I am angelus. I would strongy advise against detaining me, it will simply slow things down. I have a message for you, one of my informers on this planet, who wishes to remain anonymous has discovered the location of the titan forge gates" Angelus hands helmian a length of bone with coordinates scribed across their surface, Helmian takes the article and observes the coords but even as he does the bone desintegrates into dust

"Did you memorise the cooridinates? Good. Then I will see you at the titan forge gates as soon as you can mobilise. We will be able to talk later.
Angelus crouches down and propels upwards his jump pack launching him into the air, the darkness quickly swallows him, a shadow indeed.

{Shadow to darkthought, where are the alpha legionarries? And the newly arrived sons of slaanesh, what is thier location?}

(The Sorcerer just contacted us, Alpha Legionaries have already mobilized, Slannesh sons have engaged with T'au cardes while X'carhis returns to the Titan with the forces loyal to him. The Sorcerer has relayed information back to us that he will betray the Chaos lord once both the Inquisition and Alpha Legion engage, other reports claim three ships passed through this sector bearing the mark;

S.W.

Records show no sign of such a symbol before.)

Kais meets up with the stealth suits inside the chaos building, thier suits being made visible as thier transparent cloaks deactivate, and they shimmer back into sight.

"Ter'on, it is god to see you, you have done well. I will try and get in a promotion for you, but right now we need to find this treasure beneath the surface, as is the will of the greater good, and its bringer the serpent,"Kais says showing a holographic image of the black stone to Ter'on, who nods. "Now, have you heard anything, or simply know anything about its wherabouts? Somewhere under the surface?"

{Ignore the Sons of Slaanesh, let them fight the tau, they are of no consequense, the Apocalytes shall deal with those in due course. I need an otherworld gate opened to the Legionarrie vanguard.}

{Affirmative Harbinger, the gate will open momentarily.}

Angelus waited for a few seconds before anouther gate opened infront of him, he stepped calmly through it, knowing that darkness would shield his arrival...

(OOC) Marta, I'm not sure how to respond to this post. Could you continue it?

"It's around 800 feet under near a canyon near to the Titans right foot, it would only require several Drop-Ships to find it but we think it may be unstable and will require a vanguard of troops to inspect it. The Ethereal claimed that if we can retrieve such an object, we can bring our gods into our own realm were it will lead us against the foes who dare oppose us."

"Then we must find it," Kais says, before contacting the command ship. "This is Shas'O Kais. Send me a few drophsips filled with battle-ready warriors. I'm going for the treasure."

sure, was a little tire when I typed this, and guys sorry about the rukus over the Screaming Skulls, I never meant for it to cause such a problem.
(BIC)
Upon stepping through the portal Angelus immediatly scanned the area, but found he diddnt have to, dozens of sptlightws had been set up to try and penetrate the gloom, and as inneficient as they were they wee lighting up the vanguard of the Alpha Legion advance like... well... spotlights.

The upshot of this is that Angelus found he could completely avoid the flickering and sputtering lights of the Alpha Legionairres and was able to bypass their defenses. A simple pair of inflitration manouvres later and he was approaching the commander of the Legionarries, and threw back his hood, unconcered of the surrounding army.
"We should talk you and I"

A tall, green trimmed armour, Hydra helmeted warrior stood before him. A tall and impressive warrior carrying a power sword and bolter in each hand, he seemed confused at first as the shadowy figure removed his hood;

"Why do you come here? Warriors, kill this impenitent fool if he does not answer why he even is here."

Shadow laughs hollowly,
"So aggressive for a son of the Alpha legion, where is your finesse? Hmm? I am here to deliver the cooridinates of the location of Titan forge gate, then I am going to leave, I suggest you get there as soon as possible to get what you require, the Inquisition has already mobilised and I know how the Alpha legion likes to be first..."

Angelus passes the man a data slate and then flicks his hood back up and rockets into the air on contrails of flame and is quicky absorbed by the darkness. What the Alpha legion couldnt see was the portal that opened right above them that Angelus flew straight through, and any retaliative fire simply dissabsorbed against the portal's void buffer. Angelus flew out of a portal that was atop an overhang of rock, the coordinates already present by the Darkthought's shaman the outcrock overlooked the gateway to titan forge.

(OOC) Sorry for poor quality of the last post, I was in a rush.

Kenorth watched as the Shadow approached, he bowed his head as the shadowy figure arrived in an almost sarcastic matter as his elite guard stood back allowing the shadow to approach him closely, behind his helm a gleeful smirk formed;

"My ally, I have had reports of both Alpha Legion forces along with Inquisition forces deploying quite close. I have told X'carhis that he will be required to defend the gates while I start a fake ritual, once his loyalists are deafeated I shall teleport within the Titan along with my elitist forces and raise the defensive shielding and weapons that will reduce the enemy to dust and flames and do not worry, I shall grant you your grand gift. The Daemon weapon Zrr'mryr, it will serve you well but now....assist the forces loyal to me and allow all sides to cause as much death as they can. It is essential to my plans, and let the Lord Inquisitior to slay X'carhis then you may have your revenge."

"Yes Shas'O but we are still being harrased by Chaos jump infantry, we'll have to clear out these Chaos madmen before we can move onto the objective, Bravo and Omega teams have been trying to make a move towards the objective but close combat Chaos warriors have formed a massive attack and caused heavy casualties in Bravo team forcing both teams to retreat. While out objective is a grand thing we must remove these foes."

Angelus moved close to the edge of the outcrop and removed his helm, the Sorceror could not see his head however as Angelus' hood was still up. Angelus mag locked the Helmet to his belt and spread his arms wide, seemingly enjoying the wind. He spoke in a rather cold manner.

"Keep your daemon weapon. I would rather not use it if its all the same. I make no pretense to know what your plans are after the coup, nor in a way do I want to. Because I have to remind you, that nothing will be the same in time."

Angelus lowers his arms and turns around, in the artificial darkness his head is still abscured by the hood and it gives him a slightly terryfying air. When he begins to speak again there are strange clicking sounds that accompany it.

"It is ironic is it not that we are so powerful, we... astartes, and yet we cannot feel even the simplest of pleasures when it comes to the worlds we are on. Encased in armour we cannot feel the wind on our arms or the sun on our cheeks. But think of this, even if I took my armour off I could not feel these things...

He reaches one hand up to his hood and with a slow deliberate movement, pulls it back. The sight that remains is, frankly, a bit terrifying, or would be if anyone present could actually feel any kind of fear. There was an astartes head there for sure. Sans flesh and organs. The skinless and muscleless skull that stared out from between the shoulders of the Harbinger armour was eyeless as well, and yet he could clearly see rather well. His mouth began to open and close and the clicks returned along with his speech.

"You see me now sorceror, as we are in the otherworld, skinless, fleshless, without pain, or pleasure, or any kind of sensation. This is why we cannot die, you can destory us, sunder our armour and burn our bones to ash, but we return, my brothers shall bring me back from the otherworld shoud I die. And die I shall. Since my induction into the Skullscreamer legion I have died more than three dozen times, once each for every world I have heralded the doom, and subsequent regrowth of. There is little here that you could call normal sorceror. But even you must know that no matter how manny times you kill me, if you can at all. That I will keep hunting you, for eternity. So please dont betray me, it would be in bad taste.

He turns bak to the rim of the outcrop very much aware that the chaos marines around him are itching to fill him with bolter rounds to see just how fragile he was. It would avail them little.

"You see sorceror, the doom I fortold was true, it is always true, for the skullscreamer legion is endless and vast, populated with every single astartes, traitor or loyal. That has ever fallen in battle. We are the dammned, the soulless, we are the legion of screaming skulls. The shadows of angels. It would be well for you not to be on this planet if we have to land in force... It would not end wellfor you."

(Did I forget to mention the reason WHY they can be a legion??? Oh thats right, theyre undead....)

No Marta, just no.

Every Space marine who has ever fallen being an army just screams ridiculous and OP, I'll in no way allow it. Also if its only the souls and armour that remain I'll just poke a large hole in your story.

The Chaos Servents souls are devoured by their gods after death.

You will not have this overpowered, ridiculous force of warriors ever.

I knew you guys would do that, I totally just did that for kicks, if it makes you feel any better, only a small number of them will attack Hecroin... I really dont care either way I just wanted to impart more Skullscreamer fluff

I did actually say that they were all soulless, its purely just armour and bones reanimated and given a shadow of thier personalities back
I still also question why you are so worried about them appearing, we have already duscerned that I will not be controlling them, you will, and that they have pretty much one goal in mind which is unchangeable... To me they arnt an army, they are a plot device, and pfffft your chaos warbands are always titanic, most warbands wouldnt have more than 50-100 marines, tell that to the thousand sons assalt, who by the way, have almost no marines left after the action of the space wolves in Battle of the fang The Black legion itself barely has 300 marnes. The armies you have thrown at us have been titanically over powered and masssivley off canon. Which is why im a little bemused that you are so interested in vetoing anouther huge army for you to control?

OOC: No, its still frikken OP beyond compare and is totally Non-cannon-friendly. Just have those Space marines who have died to these 'Skulls'. Also I'll happily smite your force if its OP and deploy it with a lance of warp energy and please, just remove the ridiculous and stupid statement from the post or;

The Chaos Sorcerer laughs, knowing the foolish man is donkey gakking he turns around;

"Such impenitent, childish lies made by those who think they are 'blessed' by grand powers are children, fools and Muppets. I think I should just smite you for that but you are needed for now, so go and spread your petty lies, it amuses me."

OK lets just take a gander through your actions

Marius: Survived both the attacks of Syrath on numerous occasions, while inside a Dreadnought he survived Las-Cannon, Melta, Plasma and other heavy weapon attacks regularly. After pledging himself to Chaos and mutating into a foul monster but was able to un-mutate and broke free from Syrath's grasp (Despite pleding his soul to Slannesh).
Luidius: While he did die, it took god knows what to do it and was a master at everything. He survived the Employers and took Syrath to kill him after you stopped wanting to use Mc.Demigod.

Also by under 300, what records are you reading because they are far stronger than that. Also by titanic and OP? You mean throwing enemies that you always beat with little more than mortal wounds that are easily ignored.

I might as well shrug of these past facts, also when using plot devices consult me before posting because I'm the GM, not a player. You can have a force of 100-150 marines, but if they mean so little to you don't expect to last long.

(OOC)
Dude, dont get your boxers in a bunch, I already figured you would do this, thus knew that I wouldnt be series when I made that post, lets just imagine that most of the Legion has other stuff to do, like actually fighting, this can just be one cohort. Regardless, there will be no more than a dozen skullscreamers turning up, (Including shadow) that was the origional plan anyway. Of course in theory those Skucllscreamers will each be about as powerfu as the Shadow is if not significatly more as Shadow is like a scout. Anyhoo, pm me with your queries and I'll give you a full list of everything in the cohort.
(BIC)
Angelus shakes his head once, the skull clacking against the rim of the shoulder pad, and puts his helmet back on.
"When you refuse to acknowlege the truth, the only truth feels like lies, and the only truth that will flow from you is lies, and the only truth you will accept is lies, but if lies become truth then you mind is a swirl of misgivings and your body rebells with anger, this is what has happened, you have been so used to yur peers lying to you and you lying to your peers that when the truth does come you have no way to respond to it. Respond to this truth sorceror, for I am not afraid of you. Certainly you could destroy me, but as you have already found I have no terror of death. I barely even respect you as an opponent, because frankly, you cant run from something that never truly dies, and can track the signature of your mind like the dogs of Khorne track a scent. There is little in this galaxy that any astartes should fear, provided they had the ability to fear, which as you know is genetically forgotten in the miasma of Brotherhood. But... Brother... I am one of the things, and my battle brothers en route are the things that your mind should feel the tremblings of terror for. Because we are the Legion of The Screaming Skulls!! And you will soon learnt hat our entire lives have been shaped by the coming conflict, patterns in your beloved war will fall into place, and the thread of your life will be cut, and resewn, as a warrior of our legion.

But I implore you Sorceror, You have been an acceptable ally. I do not wish for you to have the trauma of certain death, not yet anway. So Sorceror I implore you. When your coup is done.

Flee"

Angelus turns from the outcrop and walks off of it, dropping down like a stone through the portal that had opened there and straight above the battlefield, the Inquisition an the Alpha legion had clashed near the gates to the Forge, and more chas marines, bloodlusty and full f unholy zeal were sprinting towards them from that gate. He fell one hundred feet straight down and his jetpack bosted slightly at the last minute turning his fall into a swoop. He drew his swords as he walkd through the portal and by the time he landed he was in the midst of battle. Caring not who fell, as long as thy fell.

Lets continue this in PM I do not want to sully this thread and I always love to have a good disscussion

"Twit. Your threats are empty and hollow, guard when the coup is over kill the fool. A shot to the head is fitting, the master demands it. Such insolence cannot be allowed in our plans and should be treated with a quick and swift strike, but for now we require the pawn. His death will be a quick one, he will be a fitting sacrifice."

A Chaos Cultist approaches the Chaos Sorcerer and his bodyguard, he carries a data pad and bows before handing it to the Sorcerer;

"Milord, a transmission from X'carhis. He says that he will soon return and wants the Titan in his hands by days end."

"Tell him that once Callus has done his work I will be able to start a ritual to open the Titan gates, just keep the fool busy with a mock battle."

(OOC) I do not wish to do so, it is tiresome.

(Wuss )

Angelus moves like the shadow he is, and realises one key thing, his job here was done, all he had to do was wait until the culling, and just like that he stopped in the middle of battle and opened the thrusters on his jump pack, taking him far away from the fight.

(OOC: I'm no wuss, I just see such a discussion as pointless.)

The Stormtroopers and Alpha legion begin their siege of the Titan, the two forces instantly clash along with the Word Bearers. Dreadnoughts and Predators tear through swaths Stormtroopers but are shattered by Missile fire and Multi-Melta attacks that reduced the armored vehicles to tatters. The Word Bearers lord X'carhis cuts his foes apart with swift strikes and blows.

I deeply apologise, I do not believe that I can continue with this RP, its not the arguments, I love arguments, and its not that I'm not getting my own way because frankly I couldnt care less, I simply feel that I am not playing a part in the RP, I'm on the sidelines and theres nothing I can do about it, so I will be leaving. Thankyou all for a wonderful experience over these RP's, I will be more than happy to role play the new Marius when the time comes. But as I see it this RP is pointless for me to continue with.

Once again thankyou all

Tyranic Marta
The burning skull

If you wish to leave then do so Marta, but you were not a side liner. You were more of a deceiver and used the other forces to complete objectives but it's your decision.

The way I see it your using me as a plot device... and I dont really get any action, if you want me to stay on in that function i will... but otherwise ill just go, but im getting a little bored with it tbh

Marta, it's only chapter 1. Action in a story does not always instantly happen until a character is needed to. But if you don't want to do so its fine.

*sigh* Im a sucker for you guys, fine, I'll write myself back in. Two ticks

As Angelus' Jumpack threw him up into the dark air a Alpha Legionairre Raptor slammed into him at full tilt. Thrown of course Angelus was forced to kill the marine mid flight with a rather unorthodox manouvre, as he drew his bone sabre in his left hand he brought it across the marines neck slicing his head cleanly off. Then the Shadow brought his legs up and kicked the corpse of the Raptor bodily away from himself. Then with a twisting motion in his hips he span around midair. The resulting spin threw him through anouther marine smashing him off his feet, and a lightning quick slash brought his sabre across the marines waist slicing him in twain. Then with a forwards shift of weight he somersaulted forwards and landed on his feet, the other sabre was drawn from its sheath, and with a brutal smash plunged into the chest of the closest marine steadying Angelus from his landing. A quick clench of his nonexistant muscles ripped the blade from the marines chest and brought the marine slamming to the ground. Angelus continued his brutal and efficient motions of death, every blow adding anouther body to the ranks assembling in the other world...

The Tau retained their idiotic belief that their allies would assist them until the battle was almost half way over. Which was about five seconds. Argylle finished off the last one with a contemptuous thrust of his blade and took to the air before the aid from the other Chaos warband arrived. With screeches that rippled with warp energy, his Raptors followed him, leaving the appearance of a bloody fountain of Tau liquid in the air for a moment. Argylle felt his enjoyment slip away as he flew. He'd had his fun. Now there was a battle to fight.

Tau Fire Warriors opened fire on the Raptors, the blue pulses silencing some of the speed fiends but failing to do anything before being brutally charged and torn limb from limb or just being sliced open by combat blades while Battle Suits duel with Noise Marines and possessed beasts that snarl and scream at the armoured Tau warriors.

The Shadow ducks as bolter rounds slam into the ground next to him and one right through his lower shin, Alpha Legion Warriors approached firing their weapons with unreal accuracy against the Space marine in hope of an easy kill.....

"Fine," Kais growled, readying his weapons, before making to move, and leaving the building, to face the jump infantry.

"Shas'O?" one of the Elite Warriors asked, slightly shocked at the Chaos numbers.

"Ter'on, you take your stealth suits and get ready to pick them off from the flank," Kais ordered with extreme calm. "We will create a distraction in front blasting a few away, while making good use of cover. Go."

The stealth suits disappear and go away to do thier bidding by flanking the enemy, while Kais watches his Elite's take cover, anticipating the heavy battle, and he charges forward, modified rail rifle in hand, and burning energy causing through him which he had been given as a gift by his watcher. No, master.

The round has pierced the Shadow's armour through some miracle but had failed to actually damage the skeleton, instead it had exploded and the mufflede thump of the blast was contained within his armour. Angelus turned to the attakers and moved forwards with a pair of jetpack assisted graceful strides, his blades coming around in back handed loops. The first sabre hacks through the arms of the closest warrior, its brother sabre following through the front chest armour of the marine, arcs of lightning from the sword playing across his chest. Angelus twists under a volley of shots and then leaps up and corkscrews in midair over a sword swing. His own blade darting out and impaling the offender in his throat, before being wrenched free. Angelus lands on one knee and bows his head for a second under anouther sword swing before bringing the sword in his left hand up to block an overhanded blow from the chaos warrior. Angelus doesnt press his advantage in favor of rocketing upwards on his jet pack sending the surrounding marines tumbling backwards from the force of the jump. When he lands he makes a short twistsing motion from his hips and his arm snaps out and releases the sabre in his left hand which hurtles towards the champion of the squad and embedds itself in the chaos champion's pauldron and pinning him to the ground. Angelus leaps like a Terran predator with one hand gripping his remaining blade in a reverse grip and brings it down through the champion's chest, and twists hard. The resulting shower of gore that spurts up from the traitor's punctured heart coats Angelus's white armour but sloughs off as he stands wrenching his blade free and charging into combat with the remaining marines still floolish enough to come anywhere near the the lethal warrior.

X'carhis hacked at the Inquisitor, ignoring blows from the warrior X'carhis raises his power claw and slams it down sending Helmian backwards into the ground but before the Chaos lord can preform Coup de grace he spots the shadowy figure and laughs drawing his long power sword;

"What have we here? It matters not, I shall slay you ether way!"

X'carhis raises his Power Claw and fires a bolt of energy that shatters the Shadows front armour section before charging with his Power Sword 'X'trix,cardu' outstretched. Swinging his blade at the Shadow X'cahris roars as the blade collides with the dark warriors own and is pushed back but only to charge again, grabbing the Shadow by the leg with his fist and slams the warrior into the ground several times before swinging his blade at him....

Boss fight: X'carhis
Rank: Chaos Lord
Reward: Corrupt Power Sword

Angelus is unconcerned with the damage to his armour, the supernatural bone alloy in it would mend itself in short order, as his shin had already done, but that sword could be... troublesome. Angelus feinted low with one blade whilst rising high with the other. The chaos lord made a snap decision and had to move backwards out of the way of both blades, Angelus pressed his advantage ruthlessly slamming his blades in conflicting arcs that forced the Chaos lord to keep moving backwards unable to block both weapons at once. Angelus was relentless and never tired and soon the Chaos lord's actions began to slow. And it wasn't long after that that Angelus backed off. The fienting manouvre pulled the Chaos lord right in with a counter attack which Angelus had full expected. He allowed the weapon to move past his guard but instead of letting it hit him he simply palmed downwards with the flat of his blade on the Chaos Lord's wrist with intense force. An audible crack was heard as the ceramite of the powerarmour shattered and flaked to the gorund and the Chaos lord grunted in pain as his wrist snapped and the blade clattered to the ground. Angelus kicked X'charis clear with a contemptuous smirk.

He kicked the Chaos Lord's blade back over to him and gestured with one bony, but gauntlet covered hand and with anouther crunching snap the Chaos lord's wrist mended itself and the power armour flowed over with renewed repair. Angelus simply murmered.
"Again"

X'charis sneered and picked up his sword firing arcs of energy from his palm at the power armoured harbinger. Inexplicably to the traitor champion many of the energy bursts fizzled in midair and the ones that did hit Angelus were muted, seemingly scorching the armour and doing little more.
"None of your trickery Chaos Lord, this is a fight, not a display of cheap magic tricks."

"Oh really?"

X'carhis slams the hilt of the Power Sword into the Shadows face, breaking parts of helm before swinging the blade upwards slashing the chest of the dark warrior before swiping at him with his Power Fist which breaks several of Angeluses ribs. X'carhis begins to move towards the shattered warriors helm and crushes it before turning to the warrior.


"I expected something more!"

You know how a post would be very nice Reaper?

And I wanna boss fight!

A Bolt shell tares right through Shas's right arm, spraying blood and shattered bone across the field as Chaos Havocs burst from cover and open fire. Raining down Bolter shells that crush Tau Fire Warriors in an instant, Shas ducks behind cover holding his broken and bloody arm. He watches as his arm quickly regenerates.....

The shadow get silently back to his feet and when the Chaos lord swings his power fist again Angelus does a heavy uppercut stab with the sabre in his right hand slipping right through the forcefield around the weapon and impaling the Chaos lord's hand severing tendons all the way through, Angelus's broken bones are of no hindrancew to him and already many of them are recoverig, and his armour renews with every heartbeat of the Chaos lord's twin blood-pumpers. Angelus wrenches his sword free and then lunges forwards one blade hacking high the other low and this time the Chaos lord cannot spring back as Angelus aids his lunge with a burst from his jetpack and X'charis has to block Angelus's strike with one o fhis own using the one sword to block both blades. Angelus had hoped for this. He twists heavily at the shoulders and rotates his arms with incredible strength, the Chaos lord unable to resistys feels with a touch of horror the blade in his hands being wrenched from them, and in a second the weapon is skittering away. X'charis vainly tries to kick Angelus away but Angelus' sword comes down severing the Chaos lord's leg at the knee, a second swing lops of an arm, and then Angelus smashes both blades heavily up into the Chao's lord's hearts and then wrenches them free.

The Chaos lord collapses on the ground dying swiftly but Angelus isnt done with him yet, he gestures with his hand once more and the chaos lord is returned to health.
"You are far to arrogant Chaos Lord, your position has made you weak with power, for every weakling human you have killed your body is less used to fighting a true foe. This I shall remedy before we have a true battle. Now, Fight."

"You were foolish to return me to full health, but it shows that their are some that also know the ways of a necromancer in this desolate place. But nevertheless I will kill you, again and again. No powers or psychic abilities have ever stopped me, know come."

X'carhises blade flys towards him allowing him to grab it, it snarls and screams as he fully activates the Daemon Sword before pointing it in a taunting manner towards the Shadow.

Angelus laughs coldly and hollowly
"This is not the power of the warp, this is not even my power to wield, I am meerly a conduit for the powers of the Shaman aboard the Darkthought, he chooses to renew you after each battle, it is not my choice, but he and I have an understanding, we fight together as one and he channels his energy through me and see's through my eyes, and through him, and by extension myself, my entire legion helps guide my blade, you do not fight but one man, one astartes, you fight us all."
Angelus then taps into the swirling energies in his Psyche and lets out the multitude of voices that waft through his mind, his helmet lenses glow an eeiry blue and his blades are covered in white lightning,
"We are legion"

"Of coarse, now die."

X'carhis equips his Twin Linked Bolter and fires a shot directly at the head of the Shadow, it sends him flying backwards as X'carhis moves forward and opens fire continuously as he purses the Shadow.

Angelus activates his pack in midflight flipping him over and then propelling him forwards into the gunfire of the lord, the bolts of the weapon skitter off of his streamlined form and detonate behind him as his blades come forwards and smash the twin linked bolter out of the chaos lords grip. He smashes X'charis backwards and then drops into a fighting stance as X'charis sprints towards him. Angelus block's the traitor's blade as it hacks down and makes a slicing movement under the weapon making the lord leap backwards, Angelus then pivots on one foot slamming his elbow into the jaw of the warrior sending him sprawling in the dust. Angelus moves forwards with all the grace of a predator, but X'charis is not yet done and stands swinging heavily at Angelus' head. The sword was quick, but Angelus could have blocked it. He diddnt bother. The blade swept through his neck armour and his head hit the floor. But the body kept moving heedless.
"Nice try Chaos lord, but it takes more than that to destroy a harbinger of the Screaming Skull."

Angelus hacks the chaos lord's arm off at the elbow and then plunges both blades into his chest slamming each through a heart. The Chaos lord splutters and choughs for a few seconds and then lies still. Angelus reaches down and plucks the powersword from the grip of the disembodied wrist and looks it over before mag locking it to his back. Then he sheathes his swords and picks up his head, holding it in place his armour and vetebrae heal respectivley and he is as good as well... undead. The Chaos lord does not rise.

The Chaos Lord dodges the attack of the Shadow and unleashes a powerful blast of psychic energy that ripples and shatters the Shadows form forcing him to fall back as the Chaos lord is able to strike him, grabbing the Shadow X'carhis shoves his blade through the chest of the Shadow and pulls it upwards severing the warriors right arm from his body......

(OOC) You aren't immortal, and you certainly will be vulnerable to Psychic powers.

hm, yeah got that,

Angelus watches the arm fall to the ground with mild distaste and prods it with his foot, he sighs gently with the blade of the chaos lord still wedged in his armour. and grabs said blade with his gauntlet. One mighty heave snaps the last 6 inches off of the blade and frees Angelus to stoop to pick the now limp arm.
"Thats going to take some time to fix."

He lashes out with his foot catching the chaos lord in the chest, his jumppack igniting he launches himself forwards using his feet and knees to decimate the Chaos lord's ornate armour, careful to never truly damage to lord but at the same time not givng him the time to strike back, only th armour is damaged and soon it is only a collection of shards and wires on the ground, some kind of supernatural force adding speed and strength to Angelus' attacks. Then Angelus beins work on the Lord himself, still hovering in the air on a cusion of fire he smashes his feet in brutal lighting quick kicks that shatter bones and dismember limbs, snapping arms and legs off at vital junctures with ease.

Argylle wasn't able to help himself, really. The sound of a mid-air battle had caught his attention. As unusual as that was, his blade had sensed another daemon weapon. Sending his Raptors back to base to recover from the battle they had so recently left, he rose silently through the air on his now-black wings. Disappointed, all he found once he got to the area was another Chaos Lord lying on a plume of fire.

A shadowy figure hovered above him. Argylle saw no colour in it, no beauty which could be corrupted. That such a thing could exist was an insult to Slaanesh. Obliging his god, Argylle drew his blade silently, impaling the Shadow through the back and using his Doom Siren to blast the thing off again. His wings flared multicoloured with triumph as the skeletal figure plummeted towards the ground.

The two warriors are fighting before the main Titan gates were Kenorth watches from affar, he smirks as X'carhis begins to fall to the Shadows attacks and soon calla out for the Sorcerer;

"Kenorth......Kenorth! Open.....a portal.....now!"

The Sorcerer laughs at the Chaos lord who realises the Sorcerers true intentions, and begins to roar and shout as he pushes the Shadow back, turning to the Chaos Sorcerer he grabs a discarded Bolter and fires rapidly but fails to pierce the Titan gates shields;

"Milord, there has been a change in command, it seems that in order to properly use the Titan a sacrafice is required. While over the years we have slew a great many we were unsure if it would work at first, in fact I counted on it! You should remember X'carhis, you'll make a worthy tribute to Chaos and my accession."

"No! Damm you......Sorcerer!"

X'carhis swings his blade madly but soon is cornered by the Shadow......

I'll allow Marta to reply to Durza's post.

Angelus feels a blade rip through his back armour and his vision trembles, his arm is only now healing and as the sonic blast throws him forwards his mind stumbles over the realisation that Angelus now has two worthy foes to fight. His now regenerated arm in place he decapitates the Chaos lord without anouther thought, hedless of the power unleashed at that point, but instead turns to the new assailant. He shrugs his midnight black cloak aside to reveal his armor and the rapidly healing chestplate. His vivid white armour and gold banding with black undershadows is truly a canvas of death, splattered in blood and a viscous white-grey substance that leaks from his armour joints, a coruscating blue energy field ripples dramaticaly oer the bone plate and leering skulls jut out from many surfaces.

Angelus looks the newcmer over and sees a similar tableu, in different hues of color but just as devoted to the prince of pleasure as once Angelus desired to be. He held up a hand, and coldly adressed the newcomer.
"Servant of the Prince, halt in your words, and halt in your deeds, I was once a servant of our shared master adn you and your sons would be a valuable ally on this plane of battle, I cannot vouch for your continued saftey after the battle, unless you should choose to join the forces of my current master permanantly. For the time being however it would be more benificial for the sons of Slaanesh to fight as one, instead of slplit along the seams, the pleasure of battle is best shared rather than greedily clutched."

The skeletal figure recovered too quickly to be natural, turning in mid-air to decapitate the Chaos Lord he had been fighting. The dark cloak he swept aside revealed that he wasn't the bland creature Argylle had thought.The armour had an extreme beauty all its own. Argylle couldn't help but laugh at the thing's words.

"Servant of master unknown, my warband has not been safe for ten thousand years, and one more enemy out to get us won't make much difference. However, I can heed the wisdom of your words. We shall be allies... for now at least."

Chapter Two: The Titan War



Kenorth teleported into the titan as its defensive gates lit up, masses of turrets turned on the Alpha Legion, remains of the Word Bearer defensive forces and Inquisition watched in horror as they opened fire reducing many of the troops to dust and ash while others fled in sheer terror, Callus smiled as he manipulated the Titans defensive weapons too crush the invaders and interlopers as they fled in sheer fear. Argylle and the Shadow quickly fled into the darkness of the coming night as the titans weapons finished off those who remained. Energy shields glittered with power as Callus raised them to Kenorths orders while the Word Bearers began to fully probe the titan and set up shrines to Chaos, bringing up the bodies of the fallen to soul furnaces to become sacrifices while wreaked vehicles were torn open to find cowering survivors who ether surrendered to Chaos or became new sacrifices to the dark gods. Kenorth smiled as more Word Bearers poured from rips in reality and Daemons followed, Defilers and other bleak war machines soon surrounded the once grand machine while Kenorth downed his new Terminator armour and meet with the arriving Sorcerers with Callus by his side;


"Ah my cabal, I trust you have been informed of Lord X'carhis unfortunate demise but I have taken command and am fully ready to lead the Word Bearers to victory over the foes of the Dark Gods, once the Titan is operational we will destroy this barren world and begin planning for our next attacks on the Imperium."


The Grand Sorcerer, Z'trix stood forward. His armour decorated by golden glyphs of Tzeentch and Chaotic symbols that glowed with ethereal energies, his staff was a long black one that was dotted with foul Daemonic smirks and snarling faces and at the top the head of a Black Templar's Emperors Champion. He bowed to the Sorcerer and stood up;


"You are a mighty example of the strength of Chaos Kenorth, Logar is pleased and so is the Council. I'm sure if you wished, you could join them but I must deliver the news I was sent to deliver. You must destroy a Tau fleet over this world, we did not expect such weaklings would pose a threat but our sources say they are seeking an artifact that must be destroyed, a entity within poses some sort of threat to our plans."


Kenorth laughed, he placed his staff on his back and nodded to Z'trix;


"You must not worry Z'trix, I seek power and will achieve it with my next actions and these Tau are minor annoyances, if they pose a threat we will eliminate them. Now I must conduct the praise of my Warriors, they seek to offer up more of the dead to Chaos....."

Kais takes cover and turns to his last surviving memeber of the Elite Warrior squad, who he vaguely remembered as Qaur'is.

He nods to him, and the Warrior returns it before priming a grenade and throwing it over cover, and hearing it dismember some Chaos soldiers approaching.

Kais then jumps out from cover, and feels power pulsing through his veins, before a green atomic energy starts oozing out from his extended hand.

"Oh."

It jumps from his hand, and speeds towards a Chaos Raptor taking him out immediately, his body become a melted wreck.
Kais then spots some of the Chaos Raptors dropping from the sky unexplainably, and realises that Ter'on and the stealth suits must be doing thier job.

He raises his rail rifle, ready to fire, and extends his hand to see some more atmoic power forming from his palm.

"Let's go then."

[Shas'O......we've located......the object....our comm channels......are being blocked by it energies....Chaos forces retreating.....we need assistance......]

(OMG KAIS GOT CORRUPTED!!!!!)
Angelus had asked for and recieved coordinates for the Alpha legion home base on the planet and had traveled swiftly there with the aid of an otherworld gate. When he arrived he voxed his Shaman abord the darkthought.
{Darkthought this is Shadow, copy}
{Copy that Shadow we hear you, over}
{Patch me through to Ferros, over}
{One moment... over}
{Angelus, you have done well so far, I am proud of you. I take it you wish to open a oneway? over}
{Yes, and last time I checked I needed your permission. At the moment Im thinking a squad of harbingers and two wreaths of ghosts. over}
{Not a problem my protegee, good luck over}
{Luck has nothing to do with it. Ok prepare the nexus for transport over and out}

Angelus gestured with a wave of his hand and a twisting motion with two fingers, making a circle in the air, written in glowing golden thread that did not dissapate. He took from his mag belt a disk of what appeared to be bone, but was smooth and unmarked and was about 6 inches in diameter and a half inch thick. The disk he carefully placed in the center of the glowing circle and there it hovered. He tapped the disk and it hovered up into the air about 15 metres up, and from that point the ring of golden thread expanded into a titanic ring, which began to swirl inside with flashes of color and light. When Argylle landed beside him and made towars the portal Angelus gently held him back with one imperious hand.
"Do not touch the disk, it is a one way portal, anything that goes from this side to there is desintegrated, it would be bad form for my newest ally to kill himself or at the least be injured by the route with which reinforcements come.

And sure enough after a few moments an ethereal wind began blowing through the portal and then the sounds of titanic engines of war moving. Through the portal first came 10 power armoured shapes, that were however thinner and more streamlined, with strange fluted jump pack on their backs and carrying large blades crackling with energy. Behind them came a pair of Rhino apc's but these tanks were strange, one could almost see straight through them, and the darkness particles that still swirled in the gloom seemed to pass straight through the tanks rather than pool on the outside. The tanks halted next to Shadow and Argylle adn the side door of one opened silently, And from the depths came a strange figure. His power armour was ghostly and again like his transport, one could see straight through him. The weapon he carried however was long and tube like and faint sparks flitted out from it, those that hit the ground sizzled angrily before going out. Ghostly the warrior may be but his power was undiminished.
"Angelus Umbra, Harbinger of the Screaming Skull, I am Brother Intentus, squad leader of the 3rd company 2nd file ghost squad, my counterpart Brother Octavius, of the 3rd company 3rd file is in his SSR creating a link with the otherworld, Brother Avis of your own Harbinger's children accompanies us with His Harbingers. We are at your command Shadow."

"Good to know you are with us Intentus, it is some time since I saw you on the plains of shard. It will be good to have a fellow plainswalker with me. Now here is the situation. These Sons of Slaanesh, first of all, are our allies, I make no secrecy that this may not always be the case, but under no circumstances are they to be fired on as of yet. Brother Argylle here has agreed to fight alongside us with his troops. A Chaos Sorceror, who has self styled himself as the leader of the Word bearers on the planet. Has taken ontrol of the Titan buried here. The titan is of no particular concern of ours, however there are Inquisition and Tau forces here which we must deal with if we are to proceed with the Amelioration. I would have us move on the Alpha Legion command post as soon as possible.

"Ah, the Inquisition..." Argylle licked his lips. "It's been a while. We shall... tie them up... while you take care of the Tau. I would suggest you come, but most of our former allies haven't shared our taste in music." Argylle chuckled, striding away without waiting for confirmation. His wings faded to black as he took off, changing to dark blue with curiosity about his new 'allies'.

They were certainly nothing natural, but it would be foolish to be the first on the battlefield to find out exactly what they could do.

[Raptor one, this is Argylle]
[Yes, my lord?]
[We have an alliance. You'll know them when you see them, they're... unusual. We are allies until the battle ends, so see that you keep in touch and make sure not to attack any friends. Understood?]
[Of course, my lord]

Argylle wondered what the Shadow had meant. The way he had talked had held a grim certainty of death. He hadn't heard anyone that sure of their results since Isstvan III.

Argylle rolled to avoid a low patch of cloud. What would happen would happen. First, there was murdering to be done.

The black crystal was surrounded by dark green mist, the large shard sat atop a small rock pedestal and as one of the Tau approached it he recoiled as it's black and foul energies extended but moved forward despite the foul thought of even nearing the object. As he touched it he began to study it's surface;

[Documention 12: Object appears to be beyond 60,000 years old and is dotted with strange glyphs, it shows a serpent of some form with skeletal figures, beginning to move.....wait something's happening......object is moving!]

The scientist moves back as the crystal cracks open and something foul emerges, as old as the stars and far more powerful. The C'tan known as the Star Serpent emerges and unleashes a foul roar of fury.....

(OOC) Marta, meet something worse than Syrath and far stronger A C'tan.

Angelus watched the Raptor Lord take off without a second thought, he had no worries about the sonic weaponry of the Sons, the Skull Screamers had no organs, auditory or otherwise to rupture, the music would be appreciable in its purest sense. He motioned for Intentus to return to his Skull Screamer Rhino and for Avis to approach.

"Brother, it is good to see you again with these dead sockets. I would have you take point this battle, my own interests need to be fixed on the goal. I do not have the opportunity to find interest in the cries of death these fools shall perpetrate."
"Of course Shadow, we flow like darkness."
"And strike like the void, let us go now. Remember the Ghosts will have to keep up, There is a ravine some 1500 metres west of this position, slightly beyond that , perhaps anouther 500 metres, there is a battle taking place. We will have to make ourselves kown there, Have the ghoss demolish the gateeway they will see there. The chaotic denizens here think that they're armours are insuffereably indestructable. We shall disabuse them of this fanciful notion, But later, first we have to purge this planet of the Tau. Thier prescense hinders us more even than the sons of chaos. Come let us move."

Angelus leapt upwards his jumppack throwing him skywards gracefully and all around him the Harbingers, lithe and agile as they were ascended into the skys on thin jets of flame. The armour of these warriors was melded to the skeletons of their bodies, and so it was not only thinner but far lighter. Alongside the slight ethereal quality of their bodies from frequent trips through the Otherworld gates they were extremely light and ruthlessly fast. They were the Harbinger's children, and Angelus had trained them for one purpose and one only. To hunt the commanders of enemy factions. They had emitters built into thier vox systems that had hypnotizing qualities, any who heard them speak were thrown into a stupor of lethargy, that was tinged with supernatural effectiveness, whereas the screeching wraithlike warcry that they released before plummetting into combat could freeze even the most fearless of warriors in their tracks with its unearthly quality that set the nerves of its victims aflame with terror.

He was extremely proud of the warriors he had trained, every one of them a masterworkof skill and finesse combined with blistering speed and a supernatural strength that emananted from the armour melded to thier very beings. The few Imperial records that reffered to them knew them only as the hunting shadows that skimmed the edges of combat, before landing like a thunderbolt, powerful, terrifying and fast. So fast that if one blinked they would miss the warriors such was the speed with which they swooped through combats. Thier usual Modus Operandi was to hover high above their targets moments before attack and then plummet downwards in spiralling patterns that were impossible for all but the most advanced target pathing systems to track. The warriors would unleash then their horrifying screams that sounded like the banshee's of Terran mythology, horrible keening sounds that even without the amplifiers would have most enemies feeling in terror. Entire Ork armies had been routed with such a descent on thier Warboss.

For when they landed the Harbingers would all target the same enemy overwhelming him with brutally efficient and skilled attacks that were lighting fast and if one were to see the attacks they would see the slightly glowing blades of the Harbingers cleanly slicing through all forms of defense, from terminator armour to the Kine shields of the Thousand sons. None could escape the brutal assaults of the Sons of the Harbinger. One of thier favorite kills was the assault of a Dark Eldar Wych cult in the rare time where the Harbingers targetted their own prey, they had attacked so fast and with such blistering power that the very sensations that the Dark Eldar women were trying to exact from the pain were denied to them, so fast were they killed.

And so Angelus had quite intetionally created a strike force so terrifying that many commanders chose to flee than face it. Not even the armoured tank hull of a Bane Blade could protect a commander as they had proven when they had assaulted a Commissar Lord from the depths of his Super Heavy Flagship tank. When Angelus had told the Sorceror that it would be better for the Warp spawn to be off planet when the Skull screamers started to arrive.

He was quite serious

But for now thier target was the Tau...

(I'm coming for you Kais...)

A ctan ayee.... crikey, good thing I brought bone lances

"Open fire!"

The titans defensive weaponry began to take aim, they located the undead and opened fire. Two of the undead were reduced to ash instantly by the sheer power of the blasts while the others broke formation, artillery and heavy turrets fired masses of shots as they bombarded the enemy....

C'tan don't fear you, and he's censored, I'll wait till GS posts for the SS

read my post again, after seeing yours i edited it, Im now heading for the tau
Oh and point of note. Lets examine for a second here what you are proposing just happened, those artillery and anti aircraft guns just picked up, from over two kilometres away, 11 man sized targets and fired on them, somehow hitting them even across that distance considerng the awareness and speed of the harbingers, and they did so ignoreing the dozens of far more threatening Inquisition craft


I think you need to stop targetting me outright

I never said the C'tan would fear me, but perhaps he should, a bone lance is effectivly an ap3 lascannon with the lance usr

This isn't a basic shard, this is half of the true being and the range of the Titans weapon is massive.

Yeah, but... Oh what ever its improbable that it would happen, especially as at the moment the Sorceror has no reason to attack me. He said it himself.

But whatever, if you want to keep targetting me then thats cool, ill just keep ignoreing you and carrying on.

I dont mind a few of the sons dying to actual attacks, but a ranged attack from over two kilometres away through pitch darkness that abscures radar from its sheer thickness and in leiu of attacking more threatening targets?

Im starting to think you dont like me?

Regardless the C'tan will die at some point or there would be no point yu adding him to the game.

Of coarse, I've been planning this for awhile also you can't just form magical storm clouds that block everything, also the Sorcerer simply seeks entertainment. He could of killed the Chaos lord at any time but used others to do so. Also I doubt you'll quickly kill a C'tan.

*facepalm* the darkthought fired the particle canisters in like my first post, ive been alluding to it ever since

and never said I would, but a good volley of bone lances should do it, a metre and a half of superheated plasmic bone ripping though the air at supersonic speeds should put a dent in that twits grin

Come try it then, he's waiting, Also what's a bone lance?

Its the weapon I mentioned in the first post with the Ghosts in it, its a large tube like heavy weapon that fires the progectile that I described above, full info in the codex I created, think of like I said b4, an ap3 lascannon with the lance usr

I think it will take a bit more than a weapon of such status, we're talking about a god in physical form.

Ill find a way

So after our little chat I do believe that this merits a different post in response to mine, waiting on you

I am one... yet I am many...

I am the mighty Star Serpent...

Two Shards doth lurk upon this plane...

I am the Alpha... he is but the Omega...

You shall be rewarded handsomely Tau...

The Tau glows a sickeningly green power as it is imbued with yet more sinister powers of the C'tan... the power to fight the Warp... to undo time itself...

"Do not listen... I am the Serpent... the Artefact which was cast upon this hellish world... " another voice permeated the air... "A Shard of the great being... once known as the Star Serpent..."

oh great now theres two of them.

(BIC)

Angelus descended through a cloud layer and with the now lifting darkness he could see clearly his target. Below him his squad had spread out in a faint V, not to far down from his position, past them however and resting elegantly on the ground were several tau craft which he knew not the names of, but seemed to be tauting some serious firepower. No matter, the ghosts would deal with them. Across from those Tau vehicles he saw his goal, a large sulpted shrine was flickering with green energies. Angelus opened a quiet vox channel to his squad.

{Make your descent after I lead, dont give them time to open up, aim for the doorway, swoop in and then land, and after that, we can target the commander. And whatever lurks in that place. Those energies remind me of Kronus, and the Necrons there. Pray that they are not in this place for it could bode badly for our brothers in space if they were to encounter a Necron battleship. Not even the powers of the otherworld can protect from such a behemoth. Now make your descents.}

Angelus angled downwards and opened the throttle on his pack sending him spiralling down to the ground, his brothers followed him, silent for once, using speed and stealth to aid them in the evasion of the Tau's anti air batteries which were even now perking in thier harnesses. But to late. The Harbingers had already swept through the entranceway of the shrine and were clinging to the shadows. Completely invisible now with thier black cloaks wrapped around them. Outside the ghosts were driving their rhino's into sand dunes, using the raised points as cover as the vehicles literally sank into the sand and drove forwards becoming completely obcured by the dunes, and then the hulls of the tanks peeked out of the dunes thier forwards fire points manned by the Ghosts inside, priming thier heavy weapons to destroy the Tau vehicles.

{This is Octavius, we have our firing solution}
{Take it}

A snake like being appears, it is black and it's head a foul bestial snarling face while it's body is lined with strange runes amd glyphs. It opened it's maw as atomic energy built up and fired at the shadows reducing one of the marines to nothingness while swiping at others with it's long bladed tail.

(I cannot stress just how fast the harbingers are. They would be like I10)

Angelus used his visr to cut away at the darkness and watched in mild disbelief as the creature tried to atomise one of his proud warriors, but the Harbinger saw the burst of energy charging and dived out of the way, easily clearing the blast, but the creatures tail impaled him bodily through the chest. Even then the Harbinger did not give up, hacking himself free from its tail with his sword. The creature gave a scream of fury and pain as the disruption blade shore straight through the hardened carapace of its tail and the tip was wrenched off, the marine tearing it free from his chest even as it began to heal. The creature did not give up however and its tail again slammed down on the marine smashing him intot eh ground with enough force that he was embedded into the smooth surface of the floor of the shrine.

Angelus had already issued his orders however and two of his warriors picked up the downed one and jetted him outside to the realitive saftey of the air, while the rest of his team spread out. They knew that killing such a beast would be near impossible with only thier blades, but the Ghosts were on the way, and they had a weapon designed almost purely for encounters with creatures like this, origionally developed for killing the largest of Tyranid bio constructs with single volleys.

Angelus heard Avis state calmly into the vox.
"Angelus, this creature, it is a C'tan!!, I am sure of it. Your earlier assumptions of Necron activity were correct. This will be no easy battle."
Angelus made a hum of agreement and carefully circled the beast, it seemed to be surveying them with as much delicacy as a creature of such monstrous proportions could. Clearly wondering at their lack of souls.

"The C'tan is unsure of us, it surely does not see us as a threat and is having trouble determining wether it should even kill us, soulless as we are. The beast is having some kind of internal debate look at it thrash.

Indeed the C'tan's tail was smashing agains the smooth interior of the shrine in its consternation the C'tan was quite unsure of its pah forwards. The only creatures it had encountered before that hd no souls were the Necrontyr. And the harbingers with their streamlined armour that hugged their skeletal frames appeared almost like Necrontyr indeed. Angelus used this to his advantage and had the Harbingers cease thier movement. The C'tan looked them over and with its own great slithering gait exited the shrine without anouther thought. Angelus swiftly voxed thier brothers warning them to leave the C'tan alone, and to warn the Sons of Slaanesh of its presence. The information could then be used for what ever purpose the sons would use it for, Angelus mused. But the Screaming skulls would avoid conflict with this denizen. It was far too mighty for a conflict at this time.

Diddnt see that coming did you?

Wait, so you're saying that the C'tan won't fight you because your armour looks vaguelly like Necrons?

Really?

And in all honesty I think you should try and stop arguing or whatever with the Gm, as he has created this woprld, and as much as we may not like it he also controls the C'tan when GS doesn't, and therefore I think he will say if he Star Serpent attacks or not...

... just pointing out, no offense or anything meant...

IC:

Kais feels even more power coursing throughout his entire body, even his soul. His mind boils with rage at these Chaos scum who think they can defile his lords temples, and that they even think they can kill him.

His hands glow violent green, and atomic blasts soar away lightning fast , destroying all Chaos life around him, and reducing them to sheer dust.

They will fear him.

OOC: No Marta, just no.

You think because you look vaguely like Necron Warriors A C'tan will not know the diffirence?

You do realise the C'tan hate the Necrons or would, they reduced most of them to shards. I never said that Necrons were here, nor are they and I'll decide if it attacks or not, you aren't the GM. I am the GM, also I'm tired of this ghost warrior gak. Its obvious that you designed them to win against all foes, and the entire concept is ridiculously op.so no unless you lower their power and explain everything to me. But for now;

The Star Serpent laughs and fires its atomic beam, several of the warriors are reduced to nothing as the C'tan easily see's through the flase image and fires a bolt that sends the Shadow crashing into the walland shattering his back pack.....

"I tire of these games, through your petty asumptions amuse me. The Necrons are pathetic, thinking they could hold me."


The Chaos marines have no protection against the beams of light, they flee quickly allowing Tau to secure the area but soon pick up on the ongoing skirmish.......

OOC: Emmm... blood reaper you are the Serpent Shard (lightgreen text). I am the Star Serpent, which hasn't actually arrived on the planet yet. It is the weaker (but still insanely powerful) C'tan Shard which was awoken by the Tau that you have control of!

Ah, thanks for clearing that up.

OOC: C'tan Shards have the ability to send their victims hurtling through time... which causes their targets to disintegrate... hehehe! I'm looking forwards to the Star Serpent's arrival in the next chapter! Two C'tan Shards traipsing around will be fun!

Yeah, it also seems that Marta Ghost marines are about to get busted get it? You know because of the film Ghost Busters how caught ghosts and since he's using ghosts they will be busted? Get it? No? Aw....

Yes... I got it blood reaper... that explanation wasn't neccessary...

Who ya gonna calll!

C'tan GHOSTBUSTERS!!!!

Also I'm on wiki chat, and have added a copyright category to most of our pages.

Hello

I'm still here

Pst would be nice

The Chaos marines have no protection against the beams of light, they flee quickly allowing Tau to secure the area but soon pick up on the ongoing skirmish.......

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I don't understand.

Read my pM, reply, then we will carry on

I'm waiting, and note the C'tan can see you

Kill you

Reduce you to ash

Murder you and a whole lot of nasty things

So I suggest you run because this is not a fight you can win.

At all.

Angelus feels no fear, he never has done, as an astartes its not possible, as an undead one, even less so. He sees the C'an and knows his time has come however, even if he tried to flee that thing would decimate him, not that it matters, he can die here and his brothers can bring him back elsewhere. He depresses the vox key on his transmitter.
{This is Angelus to all Skull Screamer troops. Retreat, fall back to the portals. Leave the planet. This is my final order in this life.}

Angelus draws his swords and watches as one by one his Harbingers are torn to shreds, nine hundred years of training. gone. It was futile but still he moved forwards. Removing pieces of armour as he went. Until he was a s askeleton before the C'tan

"Destroy me star god!!!!"

The head of the massive creature looked at him and then a greeen light filled his vision. and everything went black

The Star God smiled, it was pleased but it knew where it was needed. The Tau, such valuable servants had to be rewarded and it knew how to do so. It teleported to the Tau position and watched as the species bowed in union to its presence;

"My loyal servants......"

And before anyone objects, I've already talked to reaper
*sigh* We all knew this day was coming, so here goes.

(IC... again)

The battle over the titan was still fierce, lascannon beams piercing upwards towards the mighty god machine but even those warriors truly caught up in the battle diddnt fail to notice the titanic storm clouds gathering over the plains, in the midst of them a single black spot could be seen, roiling and billowing it grew in size and then a bright line of fire streaked stright down from it and on the plains there was a massive echoing boom. A lucius pattern dropod had fallen from the warp portal. Its sides unadorned with color, grey and sigilless the doors slammed open and in the darkness several lights winked on and the crackle of lightning along a massive blade. IN the darkness, a heavy metallic voice boomed out, no sense of timber or metre, just heavy booming words that fell across the plains like thunderclaps.
"I come in the Emperor. To atone for my sins. For the Allfather, for Russ, For Fenris.

The titanic dradnought stepped from the Droppod and in its stylised hand was a titanic blade over 5 metres long and crackling with power, mag locked to its back was a long barreled weapon that even now was still red in the barrel from its last engagement. The Dreadnought's smooth rounded plate armour was grey and unadorned with patterns or sigil's, this dreadnought was on a crusade. A crusade of redemption.

The Dreadnought saw corruption in these lands, bleak mountains that scrapped the sky created tares into the warp while the beams of the Titan fired into the air. The Dreadnought remembered his last encounter, his mind still scarred by the foul images and thoughts, he tried to forget as he pushed on but remembered the dark words of an old friend;

...."Hello Mr Marius, it has been awhile hasn’t it. I’m sorry for the…interruptions but this was the only time I could contact you without my Sister blocking my communications. My ‘employers’ as you might call them have ordered me to Tamper with your life and deal with several problems that bother them and I must say you have played the part perfectly Marius.”
Syrath coughs but he looks up again and smirks

“My Employers did not see my ‘care-taking’ off the Titan........ useful and I was forced to pluck you from this icy planet along with the others and force you to free me from my older applications and It was successful however my Employers looked down on the bonding of my Sister and you and now see that I do not seek my debts from you after all had taken......and I must continue to tamper and so I will. Goodbye Marius, I will see you shortly but now this is where I get off.”.....

The Dreadnought sighed, but returned to his work....

But remembered some dark words, some every dark words

"...I'll be seeing you shortly.....old friend......"

(OOC) I had to scroll through the Fernis topic to find this

Nice, not sure how I feel about working alongside that ___ again but anyhoo

(BIC)
The heavy mettalic sigh rattled through the dreadnought's body even as he saw the forces of chaos moving towards him. A couple of raptor squads led on the ground by a terminator clad warrior and his retinue.

His first victims

Marius Ichorskin... The traitor of Fenris. The scion of suffering. These title were his not through choice but through the inept manipulation of others. Adn here he was, atoneing fr sins committed in his name, by an entity not of his will. By a creature so vast and ancient that it could manipulate him without pause. Marius sighed again. The years were torture on his remaining bones. He flexed his hand, remembering faintly the feel of Heimdall in his grip, and Jourmander. Flashes of memry pooled into his mind, and he sifted through them. Heedless of the Chaos forces approaching him. He looked at one particular memory, one that would stay with him for eternity.

Mikal approached Marius on the rampway of the Thunderhawk load point "Even in that shell, your ears are still as keen as ever, Marius."

The Blood Claws strap themselves in and wait for lift off. As the engines power up Mikal raises his voice to be heard in the cabin.

"Today we go to battle in the name of Russ and the Allfather! Do not fear, for no wolf, be he an initiate or a mighty Wolf lord could ask for a more glorious death! Know that we do not go into battle alone today, yet again we have the might of the honored Marius to be with us!"

There was some cheering in the cabin which eventually gave way to chanting. All of the Blood Claws began to sing the sagas of Marius and his many brave actions before his interment.

Marius unwittingly clenches his hand in memory of the way his Assault cannon barrels would twitch in such a situation, he felt a massive upsurge of emotion n his mind and he clenched his robotic hand around his blade. These beasts would pay.

Marius begins to stride forwards, the heavy impacts of his titanic feet on the ground drown the sound of him exchanging his balde for his autocannon and sighting along the barrels at the lead Terminator. He looked carefully zooming in on the warrior who was clearly a champion of some kind. This would be better finished in close combat. He drew his sword one more and strode forwards to meet the Traitor Marines.

(OOC) Grand post Marta, can we make this a thing for all posts

"CHARGE!"

Khorne Bezerkers are cut down as they suicidally run towards the Dreadnought, who in return crushes and guns them down while remembering his past life....

"I am the Saint of Chaos, and you shall falter!"

The great daemon looked down at the proud trio, each ready to lay their life down in the name of Fenris, the Emperor and the Allfather, bearing their blades they charged.....

not all of them, just on occasion, when Marius needs an emotion boost.

(BIC)
The raptors were annoying. The would leap onto Marius's back and try to tip him over. It was only when Marius grabbed one by his backpack and threw him so hard that even his backpack couldnt right his course they fled. The fated raptor who he threw ended up plowing into a terminator and the pair exploded in a firey blaze. Interestingly the terminator and his retinue also began to retreat. Marius looked up at the titan and remembered anouther time...

"By Russ what was that"
Marius and his Wolf Guard had just experienced someform of Daemonic Firestorm , he pulled his two Frost Axes from the chest of the Chaos Champion who they had recently felled. The rest of the members then point to a massive Mechnical Construct stalking the lower areas of the land. Marius turns back to his squad mates, a grin spreads across his lips, "How many of them do you think are in that thing?"
Grimbrol his close friend yells a bet, and soon the whole squad is making bawdy remarks and ever increasing bets, Marius laughs,
"Lets get em all!!"

He and his squad pound forwards towards the massive machine.
The Titan unleashes a massive blast of energy as it targets Eldar Fighters and Aircraft , while the Space Wolves sprint their to find a way in to it. Marius and the unit are completely undetected as the Titan takes on the Eldar. The Space Wolves with no other option decide to climb up the Titans leg , after 15 minutes of swearing , bets and other drunken remarkes the Space Wolves make it to an acsess shaft.

MArius chuckles with a series of soft but still booming retorts,
"I would Like to see me climb up that thing's leg now!

"Oh hello! I think I've meet you before!"

A small figure carrying half of a Farseers staff and wearing torn robes and broken, crooked armour approaches the massive figure in a limping fashion and bows;

"Though I've forgotten who I myself am but I do remember you, and something about wolves and daemons but that is all."



The figures voice is so familiar, so very dark but sweet and Marius's mind remembered such a voice;

"That Daemon, has relations with me....close ones Marius....."

"Quite foolish Assassin...."

"I will conduct psychic blasts Marius"

The Farseer.

must, not, beat, into, pulp

(BIC)

Marius struggles with himself, not visibly, but the compulsion to destroy this little ferret of a creature is almost to hard for the dreadnought to resist. In all of Marius's thousnads of years he has never found a creature so repulsive to his mind as this. But no, the farseer was different now, stripped of power and wisdom, just a creature, nothing more. Marius raised a single steady hand and lifted the chin of the farseer with one finger. Looking into the creature's eyes he sees no malice there. And a quick subdermal scn shows no weapons. So for the time being he will toletare the Farseer's presence. But memories... No The farseer will have to start over.

"You... are not someone I know. The person I know who had your form died months ago. But you have the chance to redeem that person's sins. Accompany me. What is your name?"

"Syess, some said the name was cursed but I'm assuming they did not like me much and I'd happily accompany you and redeem the sins of a former inttelegance tell me of this former being?"

Marius walked past the Small figure and headed towards the Titan withslow measred steps. But beckoned behind him for Syess to follow.
"I will... not... It is not... Something you will... wish to know"

"Well if that is something you wish, though I've heard the phrase knowledge is power guard it well, so it does apply to this situation though I'm curious for what I've done wrong."

The Farseer follows Marius as he moves towards the awakening Titan....

Marius runs that particular phrase through his head. His memory banks vaugely recall a chapter who's word was in this vien. But no matter. This wretch of an Eldar would make a fine companion for the time being. Marius looks up at the titan again. Such a massive being. And marius has little that can damage it. Not with any real worth anyway. He could always chop off a leg he mused.

His optics snapped to the left and auto zoomed onto the strangest sight he had ever seen, green tendrils of energy were arching out from a shrine some 300 metres away. And from inside it the sounds of vox transmissions were creating static across his personal channel.

The dreadnought, looked up at the Titan again and realised that it wasn't going anywhere. He may as well investigate this new... anomaly.

The Chaos Sorcerer Kenorth looked over his armies as they began to repair the Titan and smiled, he would soon ravage this almost barren rock and cause enough grief to arise to Daemon Hood. He holstered his Force Sword and began to watch as the Technomancers began their work on the Titans main weapon systems.....


Marius and Syess had made more progress towards the Titan, despite the unnatural snow storms and shadowy daemonic shapes that stalked them Marius was determined to resolve his sins but something else lurked here, something he knew was dead and dust but it was their scratching at the back of his mind....

"Is something wrong? It seems you are quite silent for a Space Wolf, I've heard legends that they enjoy a great tale or two, and I know a dark one indeed....."

Marius turns to Syess and gestures with one mighty finger
"Go on"

"My craftworld is said to have been destroyed by a single Daemonic being, it appeared from nowhere clad in armour of steel and diamond scales slaughtering many and almost invulnerable to every weapon used against. It toppled buildings, crushed entire groups of Aspect Warriors and shattered the minds of Seers in seconds while reducing any armoured vessel deployed to ash with long trails of pink and blue fire. Soon it left with a dark cackle claiming it had left a gift within the minds of one of the broken worlds seers. The tale ended their, our last Seers had no idea what happened next or which of the seers the being had corrupted....."

Marius was unsure how to take the tale of the small Eldar,and they were approaching the battle...

Chaos space marines had spotted the pair, aiming their Melta guns and Bolters they opened fire while slowly backing away. The titans defensive turrets soon began to swing towards Marius and Syess's positions...

Marius saw the Turrents coming and clenched his fist in annoyance. There was nothing he could do to the weapons perched so high up on the god machine. Not with the Chaos marines around. he let out a massive rattling sigh
"Syess, can you fight?"

"Yes, some basic hand to hand combat, though if we're going to try and attack the Titan we best find another way to do so as we'd be reduced to ash in seconds."

Marius looks at Syess in mild amusement
Well at the moment I can't see any other way it you have any ideas please speak up.

"We run, very,very fast away from the large cannons and don't get reduced to ash!"

Marius shrugs his massive shoulders,
"This chassis cannot run, not fast at any rate. Next suggestion."

By now Marius has stopped and is calmly looking down at Syess

We best wait till Shas comes back, or Durza returns.

[OC Apologies, I'm totally lacking inspiration to do stuff lately. My grey marines will attest to it. Sad face.]

BIC: The death scream echoed through Argylle's comm link for what seemed like hours, accompanied by what he was sure sounded like a voice to the hearer. On his end, however, it squealed like a corrupt binary transmission.
[What now, my lord?] a Raptor sent him.
[Dead allies do not follow battle plans. There is no point in weakening our force in a plan which has already failed. We shall return to our lines, and hope that the Tau were foolish enough not to notice our absence.]

The Raptors were unnoticed by the Tau who were busy worshiping their new god, the sky fiends quickly flew across the clearing skies as the black clouds disintegrated and faded while Daemonic fiends cackled gleefully as they descended to join the Emperors Children in flight.....

[Rejoice, a blessing from Slaanesh!] Argylle shouted down the comm link.

The screams of the Raptors were just too quiet to alert the Tau beneath them. Familiar with the nature of daemons, Argylle knew that they wouldn't hold together long enough for the meat grinder that seemed to be approaching. He nodded at the one which seemed to be in charge, and the daemonic host glided silently down towards their xenos prey, screeching their presence only when it was much, much too late.

The Tau Fire Warriors were sliced and torn apart by the Daemons, while the Tau struggle to form a defence. Seeing no other option Tau Battle Suits set fire too both their own and foe at the same time but soon a strange serpent figure appears, covered in living Shadows the C'tan fires bolts of super nova energy at the Raptors. Argyle quickly dodges a energy blast that incinerates several of his men.

Rage. Pure. Undiluted. How dare these lowly Tau try to kill him? Caught in the glory of such extreme emotion, Argylle barely realised what it was he was dealing with in time. C'tan!, screeched the daemon blade in his mind. Already caught in a dive-bombing manoeuvre, Argylle dodged left, right, up, down to avoid the blasts, revelling in the screeches of his own men as they were immolated by the energy beams. Barely a meter above the ground, he straightened his flight. The Raptors scattered in a confounding pattern designed to distract while their lord flew directly at the snake at knee-height.

Whipping out his sword inches away from the beast, it left a streak of multicoloured light as it cut, no- grazed- the thing's skin. The C'tan barely flinched, firing another beam, followed by another scream. Flapping, Argylle scored another hit on the thing, this time leaving a barely noticeable scratch on its side as he flew straight up. The daemon shuddered as their spirits came in contact, each anathema to the other. The C'tan looked at the Chaos Lord in shock, and Argylle suddenly remembered he was mortal.

A metallic bang echoed as a foolish Raptor attempted to duplicate the feat with a normal blade. Argylle didn't even look back as the Marine was incinerated, flying as far away from the beast as he could. What was left of the daemons converged on the C'tan, buying him another few seconds to escape alive.

They regrouped far from the battle site. Five Raptors plus him. Well... six is the holy number... Argylle thought. The Tau had suddenly become a force to fear in this battle...

[Lord to base, beware the Tau. They could be a far greater threat than we realised. I shall return soon, but blast them first until I do. No time for fun anymore.]
[We hear and obey, Lord.]

Argylle cursed to himself. A C'tan! He had encountered two before. Both had been... pleasurable... battles, but neither had been as strong as this one. Danger, for the first time in millennia, was foremost on Argylle's mind. This was a foe best left to his enemies.

Syess and Marius duck into cover as the beams of energy from the Titan scorch the Earth, the two soon are forced to move back from its massive fire power as orange beams carve gorges into the ground. They eventually have made it away from the deadly beams.....


The Raptors instantly dodge a series of blue beams and watch in horror as strange shadowy things begin to tear into reality. Flayed Ones tear into reality and latch onto the Raptors swiping at them with their long blades and talons, the Raptors are forced to stop in mid flight and fight off the fiends....

See the Necrons ARE here >.<

anyhoo (BIC)

Marius slams a fist into the ground in anger. The greatest Dreadnought in the Space Wolves armoury since Bjorn himself and he was impotent. It was galling to say the very least and Marius ached to redeem himself yet here he was cowering like a shrew in a bolt hole. He looked at the overhang that was protecting them from the blasts. It wouldnt hold, not for long. Nothing could hold against that monstrosity.

Astartes do not feel fear. And even if they could, there is a reason it is called a Dreadnought. So even when Marius realised that the cowards inside that titan would probably destory him utterly on this field of battle, he felt no fear. No the lone wolf dreadnought only felt a strange grim acceptance. And bitter disbelief. These two emotions warred in his mind like fighting mastodons, both trying to gain the upper hand to either send him into a spiral of hatred or a charge of glory. For the moment however, Marius locked the emotions deep within his own mind and concentrated on their situation. He had no support, no backup, the Titan was wearing away at his defensive position. His only hope was the Inquisition.

{This is Marius Ichorskin, Lone Wolf Dreadnought of the Space Wolves chapter. I am Pinned down under heavy bombardment from that accursed Titan. Please Respond.}

) This is Inquisitor Henrich......current officer of Imperial rememenents here.....you were declared.....Traitor over 13 years ago Marius.....and are scentenced to execution after assisting the Daemom Syrath the Immortal.....we will hold a trial for your crimes:

The two are teleported before a group of heavily armed Storm troopers....

(OOC) Flayed Ones are banished Necrons, they are infected with a virus and are the only Necrons serving the SS.

The Raptors slashed at the Necrons, with Argylle wondering how the things were maintaining their altitude. The Lightning Claws which he disdained were serving the Raptor champion well in the mid-air combat, allowing him to quickly parry the swiping claws of the Flayed Ones where two others fell, unable to wield their blades quickly enough. Argylle sliced the arms off of the one closest to him, following with a downward swipe that cut the machine in half from head to toe. He grabbed the Necron's arms as they fell, preventing them reassembling when they hit the ground. Counting briefly, he saw that this left them out numbered two to one.

Laughing manically, Argylle tucked his wings, rolling inside the swipe of another Flayed One and stabbing it through the chest. His daemon blade exerted itself, pouring power into the robot. The Necron's insides glowed a brilliant green before it exploded, the daemon feeding on the released energy. Behind, he saw the champion tear another Necron apart with his claws while another Raptor fired his meltagun down through the head of another, melting its entire upper body. The last Raptor screamed as three Flayed Ones tore his arms off. Argylle ran all four of them through with a quick thrust. His power armour strained under the triple explosion while his daemon fed on both energy and soul. Argylle looked up to see the final Flayed One preparing a slash aimed at him. It jerked as the claws of the Raptor champion sprouted from its chest, then ripped outwards.

[Come on, we need to leave before more come, or these ones repair themselves] Argylle shouted.
Wordlessly, the final two Raptors followed him through the sky.

The fallen remains of the Necron Flayed Ones looked up at the retreating Raptors, the cold merciless eyes of the reconstructing Necrons did not stray from the Chaos marines but soon returned to its duties while Argyle and his few remaining troops arrived at the base, the remains of fanatical Tau now hung from jagged pikes and blades.

Marius looks down on the stormtroopers with slight amusement
"I am on... a crusade of absolution... by law... I am not... liable for trial... under the Imperium... Inquisition... or Ordo Malleus... courts... release me or aid me... either way you cannot hold me here... where is... Inquisitor Gausse... I was told... He would be here..."

how can the necrons repair themselves, just curious, because power weapons should negate it?

[OOC] Because Matt Ward. I don't actually know if anything can guarantee negating Necron repairs. Phase Blades and other C'tan weapons maybe.

[BIC] The turrets tracked Argylle and his men for a moment before they were identified as allies. The walls were newly decorated with the dripping remains of the Tau warriors.

[We shall defend for a while] Argylle declared. [I want to see what these C'tan are planning]

(OOC) Not all of the Warriors were slain by the Daemon Weapon/Power weapon and so were able to reconstruct

"He's not here, he's dead. A Chaos Lord killed or wounded him but the Titans guns would have defiantly killed him, you also have no right to demand anything from us and will be executed if you move for your crimes. That Daemons actions almost lead to the destruction of the Cadian Gate and your 'little betrayal' has given some ideas to your wolf friends, around a hundred Space Wolves stole a space craft and fled into the Eye hailing you as their 'liberator'."

The Emperors Children bowed to the newly arrived commander, still wild after brutally murdering interrogating the Tau.

"My Lord, it seems the Tau are idolizing a 'Serpent' figure. We were unable to gain any other information."

Sorry guys, time between posts might get longer I'm afraid, trying to deal with real life...

IC:

Kais stood high upon a mountain, looking down upon all the wretched foes wo would dare to oppose thier strength. Numerous Tau warriors had been destroyed, which had severely angered him, and, his master.

The Elite guard had been granted life once again, draining the Serpents power, but granting Kais a nigh unstoppable squad of Elite guard.

Like he needed it...

Kais heard a loud crunch of stone and rubble, and turned his head slightly to see the Serpent, his master, watching over him.

"Master," Kais began, turning fully, and bowing his head. "These Chaos scum killed many fine Warriors of mine. I am asking you to help in this dire situation. We must wipe thier filth clean off this planet. Will you aid me, my Lord? For I am powerful, but worried that it may not be enough if I do not have our divine strength."

"Yes.....but now we must deal with a greater threat...near the Titan is a shrine to a dead god.....we must destroy it but the Titan stands in our way along with numerous foes but my little Shas'O. You will be the first of my new.....soldiers.....you will be deathless and almighty....."

Shas falls to the ground but slowly spreads out his arms as he rises into the air, the power of the Star Serpent flows through his veins and begins to gurgle blood as his bones begin to twist and become stronger...

Kais watches in apprehension as his body transorms...

... he becomes more powerful...

... more...

... the pain stops, and he falls to the floor, breathing heavily, then he looks at himself, and sees what has changed...

Shas has become similar to a Necron in some ways, his flesh mostly replaced by metal and green energies glowing within his metallic chest. His eyes are replaced by small slits while his skull is stripped of flesh and now is crowned by a symbol of the Star Serpent, his breathing is slow and asthmatic....

"Thank you Master, your gift is too kind," Kais says, his voice slightly metallic. "I will go to do your bidding."

Kais then turns back, looking down the cliff, and leaping off it, his guards following in turn.

The C'tan flashed through Argylle's mind as the marine spoke. Why would they be following a C'tan? he wondered.

"Are there any still left alive?" he asked the marine.
"Three, my lord. We intended to have six, but..." the smell of blood and fear was heavy in the air. Argylle could imagine what had happened. He would have preferred to have seen it himself, but he still had three toys. Touching his sword against the marine's cheek, he felt the daemon uncoil into the soldier's body, igniting every nerve with a feeling which would be agony to any but a worshipper of Slaanesh. The marine collapsed writhing in pleasure.

"Well, let's see what we can get out of them," he whispered to the blade. The daemon laughed like a child in his mind, anticipating many hours of fun to come.

(OOC) Where do you find the light green, I can't find it...


"Good, kill the Imperials near the Titan as well they may prove a problem later....but now show the Chaos Scum true fear. Advance on their base and show them your new power!"

Marius looks down at the storm trooper
"Stole a ship from whom? If I remember correctly it was requisitioned with full authority from the cadians there and they traveled into the eye to hold back the Daemons which would threaten the weakened Cadian gate. And as for liberation, there is nothing for the Space wolves to be Liberated from, we are the most free willed chapter in the galaxy. So they were not liberated from anything, unless of course they were being held captive by those of your ilk. In which case I see the wrong laying squarely with you. Now please get out of my way. i do not wish to kill you. And I have no interest in waiting for my own demise. The titan here is a greater threat than you realise. And there are semi confirmed readings coming through my hud of a C'tan. You cannot afford to lose me as an ally. And trust me when I say that you do not want me as an enemy. And you can put that meltagun down, my chassis is reinforced with the same ceramic alloy's that the hull of a storm raven is, that melta will do nothing to harm me."

"No but a orbital beam will scorch you and the accursed one from this world, she carries something in her mind. Leave if you wish, I care not for your petty words. Now go, before I have you executed."

The Imperials teleport away in a second with a confused Syess wondering out of Marius's shadow

"Accursed one?"





....Dark Gift in the mind of one our seers.....

Marius watches them go and on the vox channel he makes a descision
"Take me before your courts for this trial"

Marius is teleported aboard a Inquisition ship along with Syess, he is surrounded by Las-Cannons, Multi-Meltas, Plasma Cannons and all manner of anti-armour weapons. Marius is confronted by an Inquisitor who hands him a large parchment:

"You Marius, are accused of Heresy, Assistance of Daemons and allowing Syrath the Immortal to gain favour with all four of the Chaos Gods, allowing Chaos to take root in your troops, the killing of Mikal and housing Xenos, how do you plead?"

OOC: blood reaper, you need to type: color=lightgreen!

BIC:

"Listen not to the treacherous snake! I am the Serpent, and my to time to Rise has come... Join me, Shas'O Kais, and we can usurp the power of my superior form!


OOC: Also, blood reaper, are you the Serpent or SS? Cause dere are two C'tan Shard playing around right now...

"Quite! I am the Star Serpent, I have haunted the galaxy for its entire life span. Now shut up you foolish beast!"

"You must find me first... do you not remember the day I was broken from you... the first time our form was shattered... "

"The Necroty, they did this, they will pay. We shall slaughter and torture their weak forms!"

"I plead innocent toall charges; to heresy, Innocent, I was not in control of my body when this chassis lead the forces of chaos against my homeland, rather it was the malignant prescence named Tyranic Marta. A completely different entity constructed by the daemons of that ship and forced into the chassis with me. This prescence has been excised from the chassis. Because I was not in control of my body I plead innocent.

To the assistance of daemons, innocent, I did not assist a daemon ever, rather it was a daemon who was more or less coerced into helping our cause. Furthur more he did not gain favor with the chaos gods, rather he lost favor dramatically, in this case I am inncocent

Allowing chaos to take root in my troops, innocent, under my command the only space wolf that was even seen to be working for chaos was myself, and even then as I have previously stated I am innocent of this as well.

The killing of Mikal, again I am innocent, Tyranic Marta was in control when Mikal was struck down. Furthur more there are no Imperial laws pertaining to my actions with the Eldar soulstones and there is no court precedant.

So I plead innocent to all charges."

"Lies, Tyranic Marta has always been in control, you were his puppet and happily offered yourself to Chaos. Syrath too easily used you to be a simple trick, he commanded your mind. Your corruption is obvious, and it is dangerous. We even have recordings taken from the helms of the Warriors of Syrath's who spied on you during the invasion of Fenris, if you wish to see them and see your true corruption then do so."

Mariu sdiscards the mans argument with a flick of his mighty wrist.
"I cannot Lie, as a servant of russ I have no need to. What I speak is the truth. If you cannot see that perhaps it is you who should be on the court docks, for perversion of justice."

"What is going on here? I am unsure of what you are talking about," Kais asks, confused. "Please, tell me what you are talking about?!"

"No, you assisted the daemon to Demi-god hood, and spread corruption within the Space Wolves who have fallen into Civil war. Many a loyal wolf have died and many more will before the taint can be purged."

We were splt by the Necroti, we must be reunited to properly be one again!

"I still dont think you quite get it. I wasnt in control of this chassis. The entity known as Tyranic Marta was in control. If you want to trial someone, drag him out of the warp and put him on the dock for these charges. I am not responisble for his actions."

(Reaper you need to mentally treat Marius and Marta as different characters not the same thing)

"How do we do that Marius, find the scum Marius and destroy him. If you do so, we'll leave you and the accursed one alone. So Marius, will you kill Marta or will he arise once more?"

Marius sways gently on the spot as he shifts his massive feet, shifting into story teller mode, his mind whipping back to the past.
"Let me explain something to you all.

Months after the battle of the plains of blood, I was reconstructed by Syrath the immortal, my body, my mind, were rebuilt, but the fool made me stronger, no organic parts remain, I am, essentially a robot with a Space wolf soul. Now something happened that syrath did not anticipate. When he resucitated me he also brought with me the animus known as Tyranic Marta. He was locked in my mind. I fought mindlessly with him for many months without end. It was when Lucian Icefang of my own Great company appeared in Syrath's realm seeking my unholy delivrer, was I able to best the daemon inside me and cast him out. He became something less in that instant, something small and weak and with a twitch of my mind he was destroyed. His soul devoured by the holy light of the Emperor's astronomican. There is nothing left of the entity known as Tyranic Marta"

So you see, I have already dealt with him

(Syrath in fact reconstructed you right after the battle, but the rest is fine.)

"Fine Marius, I will leave you and the witch on your quest for redemption but I shall not aid you at all. This is your quest for redemption Marius, not ours."

Marius and Syess are teleported back to the planets surface.

Marius growls in frustration,
"The inquisition is nothing without the astartes behind it to preserve justice, that man clearly had some kind of grudge against me."

"Indeed Marius, at least however he did not put me on trial."

Marius looks Syess over slowly
"Indeed, come now, we cannot rely on the Imperium to take this titan down alongside us, perhaps the Tau will give aid."

Marius heads off in direction of the tau gunships which are still patrolling the area. On a wide band frequency is an essentially peace message transmitting.

(OOC) Even scary skullz got a hat!

"The Tau, they have changed. I can feel it, the C'tan's presence is strong here. Incredibility great and grows, we have something bigger than the Titan on our hands Marius. Something truly deadly."

OOC: And so has Grim Reaperz

IC:

"I believe you should be reunited as one to become the most powerful. I can aid you in this if you truly need i-"

Kais is cut off as he feels a prescense that has not been felt for a long time.
Part of his memory was still clouded, but he remembered something.

A space wolf. A friend...

No. Potential ally was more like it.

"But it can't be..."

Marius looked down at Syess, once more truly amused
"As if the titan wasnt deadly enough, hmmph. No matter. Come, the commander is an old friend, I feel it in my soul."

He begins marching with some degree of haste towards the source of his feeling, and incidentally the source of the green light.

"I just hope he remembers who I was, not who I became."

Tau Warriors are in aligned in several Phalanx's across a ridge looking down on the two figures approaching, each under the power of the Star Serpent and before them a skeletal and changed Shas looking down on two former and older friends.....

There any openings in this campaign?

Yep, any new players are welcome.

Marius sees the C'tan and rattles out a heavy sigh. He was indeed powerful enough to hold his own against such a creature, but somehow he suspected that he wouldnt be fighting it any time soon.

"Shas'o It has been to long brother!!"

"My lord, the Tau are meeting with a loyalist Dreadnought. What is your bidding?"

Argylle looked up from the tortured forms of the Tau prisoners. With quick slices, he absorbed their essence with his daemon blade, driving the sword into the ground.

Light burst up from around the weapon, and in it, no less than fifty daemonettes appeared.
"Kill them," he whispered. The daemonic forms giggled like children as they effortlessly crossed the defences which would kill mortals, dancing towards the Tau and their cursed follower of the Corpse Emperor.

"Loose the Spawn! If the beauties cannot kill them, we will see what they can do against the beasts!"

A Chaos Sorcerer appeared before the Chaos Lord, his armour decorated with runes and the distinctive symbols of the Word Bearers Legion and a highly modified Mark VI power armour suit. He looks around and halts the approaching Emperors Children in their tracks;

"Lord Argyle I presume? If so I have a special proposition for you, very special indeed."

The Chaos Spawn and Daemonettes charged the Tau and Dreadnought, howling and screaming dark praises.....

His blade had leaped from the ground to his hand the moment that the Sorceror had appeared, but Argylle decided he wouldn't be using it. For now at least.

"Well, everyone knows how much my legion loves specialities. Speak, Sorceror, but I hope it's worth missing that blood bath for."

The daemonettes phased in an out of reality, dodging shots of augmented Tau technology which otherwise would have disintegrated them. The spawn weren't so lucky, losing five of the ten before the daemonettes closed the distance and attacked the oddly metallic xenos.

Marius sees them coming and charges in his sword flickering. Whoever summoned the daemonettes made a fatal mistake and miscalculation. THe claws of the daemonettes, sharp as they were, were no match for Marius' armour plating and they were being butchered...

One of the daemonettes laughed as its brethren danced around the dreadnought's slow attacks, then morphed into its true form. The Keeper of Secrets held out its hand, and the air shimmered as a massive sword appeared in it. Then it began hitting Tau with it. Though the blade was certainly sharp enough to cut them, they simply ended up crushed under its weight. The monster turned to the dreadnought and smiled.

"Remember us Marius, you were once a favored child of Slannesh, come back to us."

Marius cannot move, his mind being cracked open by the whispers of Slannesh. His soul in the grip of the Keeper of Secrets.....

(Pavane of Slaanesh? Nice)
Marius sees the blade coming, he struggles against the stupor of the daemonettes His servo's whining as they try to move to block the massive blade but to no avail, it still creeps closer with agonising slowness. He feels a peculiar painful grip on his psyche and he realises what is happening and in his mind he struggles harder, lances of pain shoot through the dreadnought, the artificial nerv bundles screaming in agony as a mental fire grips him. He screams in mental pain for a few seconds and shudders internally at a truly horrid feeling. His soul begins to be ripped from the dreadnought chassis, with some sort of Iron will holding it and dragging like a rabid dog. But then something inside him snaps, a burst of pure, undiluted, raw power, smacks out from Marius in a solid wave, flooring the Tau warriors. When the energy hits a daemonette, the pitiful daemon is wiped from existence. Sent to some dimension undiscovered. His auspex gains a blue tint and he watches as the Keeper of secrets is stripped back, her skin flaying off of her as if a hundred gauss blasters were firing unceasingly at her form. As her musculature is revealed she is forced to relinquish the hold on Marius' mind as the dreadnought moves forwards. Marius lunges frwards with his sword, hoping beyond hope that the blade would strike home. But almost to dash Marius' hope the Keeper darts out of the way of the dreadnoughts thrust and she cackles with a strange gurgle and swings powerfully at his chassis, embedding her claw deep into the armour. But no matter. Because Marius' arm whips round faster than the Keeper thought possible and impacts her shoulder, and holds it fast. And then the upper torso of the Dreadnought spins rapidly on its axis dragging the keeper down to ground level with a thudding boom. She sturggles to free herself from the dreadnoughts PLasteel and ceramite grip, her sword having been thrown clear. But Marius stomps heavily on her limbs shattering them. MArius howls in triumph as he slams his sword down in one final thrust, the blade of Fenis stabbing towards the Keppers heart. Whereupon she cannot defend herself from the blade that impales her chest, covered in Psykers flames which eat away at the surrounding flesh, bone, and organs until there is nothing left of the massive daemon. As Marius rises from his semi crouch his armour heals over. Warp energies revitalising him. His blade glows with ethereal fire and his open fist has flicks of energy coruscating over it. Marius knows not how it happened. But something that the Keeper did to his mind unlocked the Psyckic potential that Syrath locked away.

Marius, Ironclad, Rune priest Dreadnought of Fenris, turned lone wolf, has come to Hecroin.

Upon a bleak mountain two beings clambered, a bleak broken icy shrine that pointed towards the skies as if some being was trying to poke the black and grey shade. The Two beings clambered up the icy steps, ignoring the bones and broken bodies while the fountains of green water poured into a moat surrounding the spire. The two walked further, tired but not giving up as they saw the tip of the spire, a broken claw like shape of twisted metal bars that looked like those of a greedy man grabbing at a treasure to far from his grasp. The two finally reached the top and saw the treasure, a broken well covered in icy shards and green fire, the two champions moved forward dragging the corpse of the broken Space Wolf who's right arm had been torn off. The first Champion threw the broken warrior into the well, falling into the inky darkness. As the shadows claimed the son of Russ a dark howl filled the air, the first champion roared with appeasement as a cloud of shadows rose and swarmed the bowing champion causing his flesh to explode into a burst of unholy fire. The flames knitted into a new form, dragon like, massive torn and rotting wings, a fleshless head, a rib cage broken and dotted with torn skin and old blood. A being arises, its skull bear of flesh but buzzing with green warp fire.....

Syrath.

The final Chaos Champion bowed to the roaring Syrath, who's dark laughter haunted the air and soon turned its attention to him;

"As promised, lord."

"Ho....ho....ho...I remember our deal little champion...."

(Syrath's Scale compared to Daemon prince.)

Argylle's attention wavered from the Sorceror's words as the daemon drew it to the powerful ripples in the Warp. Such a powerful entity had burst forth, it reminded him of a simpler time, over ten thousand years ago, held in the arms of a lover on Chemos. He would have once called it love, he supposed, but now he knew he was more than capable of replicating, improving on the feeling with virtually any being and activity. The beings could be great or small, the activities usually involved their deaths. Sometimes, he made them feel the same desire towards him for amusement, but it was so tiresome... Basking in the waves of power, he noticed that the Sorceror had felt it too.

Turning with difficulty back to their discussion, he ignored the being that had arrived. Short term survival would have to outweigh long term pleasure, and he had a feeling the Sorceror was more dangerous than most.

Syrath's form was weak, the massive being leaned on a broken statue and coughed up blood and bile onto the ground. His once blazing eyes were like weak candels and his glowing cheast was like a soggy fire place, he looked down at the champion and sucked the life from the warrior reducing his form to ashes while Syrath gained a moment of rest from his torment. He was chained to the warp, and could not afford to waste his precious time on this world. While he could not take his revenge of his hated foe, Syrath knew he could slay him when the time was right. His form exploded into a shadowy crystal that lay chained to the well. Waiting.....

(OOC) Syrath won't return till the characters do something big

"It seems I have your attention Son of Fulgrim, I currently posses a Titan and one with such power it could destroy the Cadain gate and put me over Abbadon but I realise without.....assistance I could not achieve such a thing. You seem fit for the job and if you are successful I will allow you to join my crusade of evil. Slannesh will surely gift you."

Marius saw the encroachment as a white haze on his visor, he knew what it was however as his newly repaired warp sight was blaring the image of a ghastly daemon of the warp through his sensors. Marius let out a low growl as his hand clenched around his still smoking sword
"Syrath... He should be dead... No matter. SHAS'O I would speak with you"

Kais smiles at watching the battle that had played out before his eyes. He had watched as Marius, his old friend, had hacked and slashed away at the Daemonett lackeys.
But as soon as he saw Syrath, his anger boiled deep inside him. He had killed him, Syrath had been his prize, his trophy, and now he had been denied that kill.

Syrath was alive. Weak, but alive.

"Ahh, Marius," Kais called as he walked towards him, who obviously was quite surprised by his appearance. "You surely remeber how I perished in that dreadful arena all that time ago, hiow my life ceased in that barren wasteland. The Serpent is now my master, and I am its bringer. It brought me back to life, it gave me a second chance, and yet it still rewards me. I am nigh indestructable, yet I can always revert to my old form. I am stronher now, and in such a high place of command. How are things going for you? Old friend?"

"The Daemon must fall, he proves some what of a threat to our resurrection and rise to power but he can be slain wait what is this?"

The Star Serpents leering bestial face looked down on the Eldar, it hissed and fired a beam of atomic energy that almost reduced the Eldar to dust in seconds but the former Farseer was able to just dodge the blast;

"These beings defied us! I shall reduce you all to ash"

Argylle sat back, somewhat disappointed. Just another person who wanted that big robot. Didn't they have any understanding of the simple joy of - destroy the Cadian Gate? It had been so long since he had watched a planet die. An entire decade, if not more.

"Very well, Sorceror, I will aid you. The galaxy will burn once again."

Marius looks down on Syess, his old anger resurfacing he feels bitter at all the trouble the tiny creature has caused him. He grabs Syess by the back and lifts her up, throwing her bodily at a rock formation, the red splatter of the insignificant creature was like a lifting of a weight from his shoulders, no longer would that pest disturb him.
"As you can see C'tan, that is no longer an issue. As for myself, I have become a lone wolf, I am sure you know what that means Shas'o. I am no longer part of the pack, I am my own warrior now, and I would gladly help an old friend. But tell me... serpent... are you a threat to my brothers?"

"I shall claim all life puny being, you are simply another being that may chose to side with me if you do not wish to be reduced to ash. Chose sides now, and quickly. I tire of your incompetence. I must find my other shard and remove that Daemon, it poses somewhat of a threat......"


"Brilliant, come now then. We must flee, the C'tan is too strong here and the Titan is a greater point of defense."

The Sorcerer opens a tare in reality, a gate way to the Titans location.

(could marius kill the ctan?)

You could try but only meet a foul fate worse than consumption of his soul by the C'tan, Slannesh or Syrath.

so no then

The journey through the gateway had been exhilarating, but Argylle couldn't help feeling slightly disappointed as they emerged staring up at the massive titan.

"Is that all? I hoped it would be longer."

He smiled inwardly as he saw the expressions of the Sorceror, the one people got when they realised they were dealing with a true servant of Slaanesh. A part of him lived just for that expression. Then again, a part of him lived just for forcing his slaves to dress as grox, but he didn't do that very often either.

Marius gestured with one clawed hand
"Do what you must to the fools on this world, I have lost faith in the emperor's inquisition. The chaos I care nought for. But if you think that I will allow you to attack my homeland you are gravely mistaken"

"Then you fall."

The Star Serpent fires a beam of atomic energy that slices through Marius's arm leaving a burning scorched stump in its place, it sends another beam that leaves Marius on his back in utter terror and pain and hears faint, familiar voices.....

"....Will you be joining us anytime soon brother...."

His fallen comrades, his brothers in arms and another far fouler voice that sends shivers down his artificial spine;

".....Come Marius, I wish to feast on your soul......"

Marius watches as Shas stands over him, the once proud Firewarrior was now a hideous hybrid of Tau and Necronty. His eyes soulless and a bleak staff of glowing green energy in his right hand, he held it high over Marius and prepared to push it through the Dreadnoughts helm.



The Emperors Children saw the masses of Word Bearers, Cultists and War-Machines and the many Sorcerers conducting rituals of Daemon binding. The Chaos Lord was confronted by a mass of Sorcerers each highly decorated and dedicated to a variety of Chaos Gods, one moved forward and bowed before handing the Slannesh lord a data-pad.

"These are details of a Ork Waagghh gathering near the area, destroy it and crush it. We will pay you handsomely."

(Astartes dont feel fear, let alone fully metal astartes, just pointing this out for the last time.)

Gah
this is rediculous

Marius sees the energy beams coming and erects a kine shield which absorbs the energy. He doesnt retaliate.
"If you would let me finish there will be no need for that. I say that I will not allow you to harm my brothers, so you must remove this thought from me. Reconstruct me star serpent"

Marius watches as his form disintegrates around him, only to resurrect as a skeletal being in black shrouds and carry a strange ethereal blade. His mind cold and almost devoid of independent thought. Little remains in his mind of his past life, it drained by the foul C'tan but a voice remains a black foul voice.

"You......cannot......escape.....me...."

( thats not what I was hoping for, was thinking of like an epic necrony dreadnought thing... maybe with a tail... ah well)

The warrior tries to open its mouth and speak, but in a halting cadence littered with mechanical clicks, its voice tries to speak, falters and then grows dim.

{I am Mar... Mar... Mar... dddddzzzttiooo...}

The warrior seems to slump in its sockets and all it can see is a cyan blue readout flickering across its Visuals


->
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->Systems check... operational... all systems... functioning
->at full... Identity... Serial code: 71957143... Galactic
->Location... 122256/955632/3.4 planar levels...
->Planetary location... L.1.1569/L.2.8452... Audiovisual,
->operational. Activating artificial intellegence. Identity:
->Ghostwolf... Personality MK.IX.I.I.III. Weaponry:...
->W... w....
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->Unidentifiable... |

The warrior abruptly stands straight and examines the weapon, his robe billowing about him without actually being attatched to his body, ethereal winds propelling it around him like smoke. His vision notes aspects of the weapon and it lists them in its cyan text before making an assessment


->
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->Weaponry: Unique... Armour... Functional... Self
->repair... Functional... Primary directive...
->Absent... Activating communications suite... |

{Why do I exist?}

"To serve me.....slay Syrath....reap the galaxy of life.....conquer the next and the next for all eternity.....bring me souls for the reaping.....you are Marius..."

->Objectives
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-> Slay Syrath, warp being
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-> Return to me.....

(OOC) C'tan missions are green and you are a large Necronic-Wolf like being

hmmmm... drop the wolf side of things and Im good, just a large necrony warrior with a cool sword and some extra doodads will do.

{This unit understands. Prime directive: Serve. Secondary Directive: destroy the entity known as Syrath. Indentity... Indentity 'Marius' is unknown, this unit identifies with serial code 71957143 or Ghostwolf. 'Marius' indentification pattern is not present.}

"Good.....his former....mind cannot emerge...."

The C'tan turns away, along with the former Shas'O

"And remember who you serve....machine."

The Necron looked at the C'tan, its eyes and soul devoid of its former inhibitor


"...Old friend...."

....Come back......

....Fenris needs you.....

A voice long forgotten reaches into Marius's mind.

Mikal.

The ghostly warrior set off across the plains, heedless of the voice in his mind, yet it torments him. His soul fights with the memory banks of the machine, battles against tthe personality recordings. But for the moment, Marius is trapped.

For the moment.


The blade clutched in the warrior's hand glows a faint blue, kines of energy flickering over it and arcing to his own body, playing over the living steel in a lightshow that illuminates the ground in the fading light. Ghostwolf looks to the hill where the daemon is retreating from and angles towards that point. The daemon could run. Yes, but this warrior was now tireless. If he had to walk across the stars to find this daemon he would. And deep in the warriors psyche a voice yelled in agreement. And a wolf stalked in the shadows of his mind...

Syrath stood on top of the massive spire, he looked down and watched his forces. 1st War-Legion marines were tearing opennings in the icy ground, they poured magma and burned flesh into the great craters. They were forging a new realm, most of his own had been destroyed when he fought that insufferable wolf and had paid the price. Half of his face had been scarred and burnt away, his once steering eyes had become sparks. He sighed but returned to his throne, a shattered stone throne but it was still a place of rest and he felt a new being arrive. Something that would prove a threat.

The spire punched high into the sky around it a searing redness that the warriors auspex was forced to filter so as to save the lenses. The heavy footfalls of Ghostwolf seemed to be ironic considering its name. THe warrior advanced but it was not swift, or graceful. But the time for speed and grace would come soon. Speed for his sword, grace in the death of his foe. As he approached the spire he began to encounter daemons, gooing about their tasks with mindless repitition they failed to notice the warrior in thier midst. And so he walked, a single black entity moving through lines of pitiless daemons scarred and branded with an ugly seal. His eyes were only fixed on one point however, the height of the spire.

"What is this? Has a Necron come to taunt me? I think not!"


Syrath raises his staff and bombards the Necron with strong magics that dent and break his metal form. He walks away, tired and weak.

-.-

The metal of the warrior regenerates and heedless he ascends the staircase. the tip of his sword pinging of every step. Daemons now try to cut him down yet the suppressed consiousness of marius erects a kine shield around the warrior preventing the creatures from aprroaching him.

Marius is haunted by his minds shadow, taunting, mocking and looking upon him with utter and furious disgust. Despite a new body, Marius here's the screams of his former mind.....

Ghostwolf supresses the thoughts with a simple thought, his machine mind ignoreing the torment. As the warrior ascends the spire he is now forced to grimly cut down the daemons that block his path. They rush towards him as the kine shield drops and with a strange fuidity his blade sweeps through cuting down the daemons with conssumate ease. It was a terrifying sight, his blade whipping not into the daemons, but through them, hacking so swifty that the bodies of the daemons clatter past him, unable to defend themselves from the weapon. And truly, no warrior has ever fought like this shade of Marius. Not since that battle between Marius and Lucian themselves in the realms of Syrath has such skill been shown. The warriors body seems to liquidify and reshape as it fights, the body could be facing fowards walking steadily arm hacking ne moment and then the legs are still walking forwards but the body facing behind him the next, decimating the daemons that surround i in fast sharp movements that seem to flow together like a raging torrent. And not once does its feet still. Always they ascend.

Argylle stood atop the Land Raider as it hurtled towards the Waagh. Behind him sat nine Raptors, and inside the vehicle were ten Noise Marines. Four similar tanks followed closely. Argylle raised his sword above his head, allowing the daemon to reshape it to better serve in its next task. The blade glowed a brilliant red, narrowing and lengthening to a seven foot katana. The chaos lord backflipped off his tank, taking to the air with his squad. Behind them, he knew the rest of his force was doing the same.

The five Raptor teams split up as the Land Raiders came to a stop, allowing the Noise Marines to disembark. The songs of Sonic Blasters soon filled the air. Oblivious to the deaths of their comrades, the Orks began charging. Then the Blastmasters came into play. As they scattered death among the greenskins' ranks, the force broke up piece by piece, picked off by Raptor strikes or Blaster shots as they ran. Argylle searched for the warboss. If he hadn't been burned, the Waagh wouldn't be over.

OOC' Whats happening right now with Kais...?

"Wats dis? Deem spikey boyz wantz to protects their titanz thingy with dem puny Emperors Childs? I've add a noth of dis! Krump em ladz, or I'll stomp you mi self!"

The Ork Warboss Grimsmash pushes past the many Boyz of his Waagh before attempting to open fire on the Chaos Forces, his Big Shotta falling to hit the speedy warriors of Slannesh who bombard the Orks with a barrage of sonic weapons and bolter fire.


(OOC) Well he can accompany Marius who's heading to give Syrath a piece of his mind, or just wait with the Star Serpent who's scheming, also Syrath's got a Christmas present for all of you

Ghostwolf passes the final step, he watches as Daemons move away to allow him passage to Syrath who sits of a throne of shattered stone. He sits smiling and throws down the body of a broken Eldar, bloody and shattered. He puts his feet up onto a shard of broken ice and laughs;

"So Marius, have you become one with the machine? Har har har har har."

Marius laughs inside the space of thoughthe is allowed within the warrior, and thinks I was always one with the machine .
The warrior however is assesing the situation cyan text flicking across his visuals in hasty readouts pinpointing areas of interest in the room. the final lines of text sets the warrior in motion.

->Assessing...
->Location is stable. Unlikely to collapse.
->Activating communications suite.
{Warp being known as Syrath. I do not exist to negotiate. I exist to serve the Star serpent. He wishes you terminated. Understand now that there is nothing you can say to me that will stop what is about to happen. I do not tell you this out of pity. Rather because my programming instructs me to. Do not get the illusion that I will allow you to leave. Or flee. Or I will destroy everything you have created here. Until you fight me. Until one of us is terminated. I will never stop hunting you}

"Indeed. Pathetic as ever."

Syrath stands up, pointing his Staff towards the Machine he fires a bolt of energy that pierces the Necrons shell and sends him flying backwards, his vision blurred and broken by the lightning that covers the Machine. Syrath fires another bolt that almost severes the Necron in two.

The warrior hits the wall and embeds there, his body repairing itself, molten metal running across the ground rom the first impact and up the wall, sealing itself into his body. He wrenches himself free and picks up his fallen sword moving forwards with an implacable strength of will. Even as the daemon tries to cut him down again. His arm is blown clean off but soon finds its way back to him, healing itself over the stump.

Syrath fires another bolt that smashes into the chest of the Necroty, he falls before a second shot melts the metal shell of the warrior again while another shot removes the right leg of the metal being.

The warrior raises himself up, the wounds repairing without issue.
{Do your actions have meaning Daemon? For this is pointless. Fight me"}

"Indeed, you have finally realised that no matter how much I hit or break you you'll get back up but I have a plan. A good one indeed."

Syrath raises a large grenade launcher, Syrath loads it and activates it's lazer tracker and points it at Ghostwolf and laughs.

"This will fire a canister that will tear a rip in reality and drag you into a pocket dimension. It was designed by the first Necrons to get revenge on the C'tan but I added a few tweaks to it, I think you'll make a nice test subject. Goodbye."

Syrath aims the weapon directly at Ghostwolf and places his finger on the trigger;

"3,2....."

The spirit of Marius inside the warrior sees what is about to happen and removes the firing pin from the grenade launcher with a mental flick. This vital part of the weapons system makes it completely useless.

"What? What! I paid good money for this bloody waste of space! You.....you sly dog Marius you lurk inside that metal case somewhere....oh you won't be happy when I tell you what happened to your dear Fernis will you? Would you like to know?"

Marius would have loved to answer with a resounding comeback but locked as he was he could not, all he could do was watch as the warrior took more slow steady steady steps forwards

Syrath see's that Marius isn't coming back with eas and tries a different approach;

"Marius, I have fought you for 13 years, I have shaped your life. I gave you power, I murdered your friends, I betrayed you, I reduced you to nothing and now when I'm at my lowest you don't dare to sneer or laugh you just sit and watch! Good grief man! I bloody hope you come out! You wouldn't ever miss this, I'll bloody let Mikal out of his cage if you want! I'm begging you!"

{The indentity known as Marius is supressed. It cannot hear you (it can) It is trying to fight me. It is efficient. But I am in control. Fight me now daemon.}

"NO! Marius of you can here me, bloody fight this monstrosity! It's using you for its one needs! Get out here, I'm nothing without you. Without you I wouldn't be the Saint of Chaos, now kill this thing!"

Marius sees the daemons pain and in a strange way feels vindicated, all of this was about the daemon, right from the start, and here it is suffering. Marius almost doesnt continue to struggle, almost lets the beast suffer. But in the end his freedom wins out, he goes for a plan he hadnt tried yet. He simply turned the warrior off. The entire contraption collapses to the ground and the lights die out. But soon they flicker back to life. And infront of the viewer the new occupant can see Cyan blue text typing across his vision.

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->Unidentified Error
->Systems check:
->Primary Systems:
->Torso: Functional
->Left shoulder: Functional
->Left upper arm: Functional
->Left elbow: Funtional
->Left forearm: Functional
->Left phalanges: Funtional
->Right shoulder: Functional
->Right upper arm: Functional
->Right elbow: Funtional
->Right forearm: Functional
->Right phalanges: Funtional
->Waist: Funtional
->Left hip: Functional
->Left thigh: Functional
->Left knee: Functional
->Left shin: Functional
->Left foot: Functional
->Right hip: Functional
->Right thigh: Functional
->Right knee: Functional
->Right shin: Functional
->Right foot: Functional
->Weaponary: Functional
->Secondary Systems:
->Targetting: Functional
->Optics: Functional
->Communications suite: Functional
->Balance gyro: Functional
->Pressure systems: Functional
->Tatical relay: Functional
->Subcontaneous link: Functional
->Self repair: Functional
->Tetiary systems:
->Motor Cortex: Functional
->Strategic analyser: Functional
->Indentity banks: Disfunctional
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->Identity Banks rerouting:
->Operation canceled
->New Identity: Marius
->Loading...
->Complete...|


Marius sees the visor begin to analyse his surroundings taking in what he sees. He stands up gripping the blade in his hand and with a smooth motion drags the tip along the ground sending up a shower of sparks accompanied by a sharp grating sound. Its edges now coruscate with psyckic flames
{I have returned}

"Marius is back, excellent! So Marius how have you been? I see you mudered my sister and you've becomoe one with the machine, but what about me? It's always about you! What about me? ME?! I was trapped in a black stone listening to your friend begging me to let him out, he even offered to serve me! But where were you!"

Marius looks at the daemon with expressionless cyan colored eyes and a hingeless mouth begins to speak.
{I was dead. It is a strange thing death. You think you have felt it all the first time, but like a good book it seems, every time you die, you learn something new. I learned this time that my body can be destroyed, utterly. If one so desires. And yet I can reshape myself. This necron body has self repair capabilities. But these are as nothing when you see what I can do to regenerate myself. It is incredible how a little faith in the emperr can give you enternal life. Coupled with a base understanding of the warp. I simply cannot die. It is an amazing feeling, destroying your opponent and watching his world tumble down around you. Thats where I was Syrath. I watched your world die.

And then there was the dark. Always darkness. Everything fades to a blackness that can only be described as a total absense of light. You have knowlge of yourself. Understanding of your form. You can touch it, and yet you cannot see. It is the darkness of uncertainty. The fear of the unknown as mortals call it. However if one sheds ones doubts then one can see the light. And what is beyond... I cannot describe. Yet I will always have a way back. A door. A tunnel. Yet I must find it in the dark. It can take days. Weeks. But always I find it.

I was drawn to this world like a bear to honey. The warp touch of it was indeleble. It will stain my soul forever what this world has witnessed. And yet there is salvation possible. The inquisition knows this. As does the forces of chaos. Even the orks have a use for the world. It will only be a matter of timeuntil the Tyranids come to claim it for thier own. But I came regardless of the struggles. Because I felt the presence of an old friend. One who has now been corrupted by a force not from this dimension. One who.. sadly. Is now pitted against me. Or soon will be.

Regardless Syrath here I stand before you now. As an immortal. An equal to your resiliancy. And yet we are not on even keel. You have something I understand. That is rather dear to me. Free him. Free my world. Let them at peace. Because Syrath I have an offer for you. A partnership. Because as you know. I am Marius. And worlds fear me. Chaos itself shrinks at my name. Even you deep down understand that at the core of everything. there is a part of ou that is terrified that I will snap in my control and destroy you over and over again and fill you with not torment, not sensation. But apathy. I will destro you so many times that boredom will become your fellow. Your companion. And that above all will torment you.

But Syrath. I have an offer. One which, perhaps you cannot refuse. First.

Free Mikal. Restore Fenris.

And shatter your staff.}

"You sly, sly dog. I'm impressed, you remind me of myself, you've shown me that humanity is my pawn and you are my king. I'll snap my staff and free Mikal, and Fenris, but then you will help me tare through this galaxy, one piece at a time."

Syrath tears a rip in reality, Mikal's bloody body falls through it. Syrath tares open a second rift and shouts a command, Mikal is gone in seconds and a feeling of relief is in Mariuses mind as Syrath places his staff on his knee and with a last thought of hatred in his eyes snaps it in two, both pieces shattering into dust. Syrath looks up at Marius and smiles;

"So, old friend what now?"

{Now I offer a partnership. I know that without your staff your powers are greatly diminished. But that is not a matter. It is your mind I need to destroy the C'tan. I offer an alliance.

A permanant one.}

"Good, Hector, Henry! Bring me my contracts!"

Two small imp daemons arrive and carry a contract and lot of ink and quill towards Marius;

"Just sign here my friend."

I Marius, former human being, swear myself to a pact with mighty saint of Chaos, Syrath and promise to assist and aid Syrath when I am called up in return for the safety of my friends, the Imperium and my beliefs. Syrath may not try to destroy or corrupt the Space Wolves and will aid you when called up by yourself.

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Marius looks at the contract and shakes his head a little.
{I should have expected something Like this, But I want a subclause added that NO matter what the circumstances are I will always be allowed to discuss viability, tactics and of course will have the option to refuse to kill or harm Sace marines or imperial guardsmen.}

"Fine by me, just sign here Marius. Make my day and our deal permanent".

Marius looks at the page dubiously and scans it for fineprint etc but decides to check one mroe thing.
{Syrath. I will sign this if you swear on your daemonhood that what I see here is all that is on this contract with nothing else there.}

"I swear it Marius, I can't lie. I was cursed by my former master, and once I broke my staff I lost the power to change contracts and signatures. What you see is what you get."

Marius signs the contract

"Yes....yes...yes....I've dreamed of this day Marius. Go, tell the C'tan that you have vanquished me but take some gifts with you."

A Symbol of Syrath burns into Marius's arm While Black armoured Chaos marines burst from the ground, each heavily armoured and covered in arcane runes.

(The symbol is iffy considering the self repair *Should* heal it but ill let it stand)
Marius nods.
{Have weaponary ready to take him down. He will probably notice that the psyche of this body has changed.}

Marius begins his descent of the tower...

so many steps....

(OOC) A Mark of Syrath is a psychic thing, not necessarily a physical one. Everyone who has made a deal or pact with Syrath will gain it and its benefits, which will be reveled a bit later but are not negative.

Marius reaches the bottom of the Spire reaching a troop of 1st War-Legion Griefkommando, an elite charade of Syrath's elite, they bow before one of Space Wolf origin carrying a power sword and modified grenade launcher similar to Syrath's;

"High Commandment Marius, I am Commandment Hentro. I was assigned as your adviser and second in command by Syrath, he said you would be more comfortable with a former Wolf of Fenris and I stepped up to the task. Our objective is the C'tan shard known as the Star Serpent, it is quite powerful but we know it is not invincible but may become truly immortal if its second shard reaches it in time. We have the ability to trap the beast but we will have to weaken it before we can properly reduce it to smaller shards."

{Can this be done from a distance or must we be closer to do so?}

"Close, quite close. And the being must be weakened to do so, its hard to get it properly in range."

Marius nods almost imperceptably.
{I thought as much. What we need is a way of deploying the weapon at a distance. Can the grenades be mounted on missles? A havok missle would be perfect}

"We have Havocs, but the grenade is fragile. Should we wait till later, maybe....its a long shot but we could use the Titans weapons to weaken it before a direct hit from the grenade. We'd shard it for sure, but the problem is the Titan's current controller. "

{I can destroy the sorceror in command of the titan. It will be as childs play, especially compared to the shard. Be not worried commandant. Now we shall move on the titan. But we shall not do in broad view. No we shall meet this sorceror on his terms, and make them our terms. Have a rhino brought up for us. And get me a vox caster this body has no radio capablities}

"Yes Commander, um should I contact Syrath he does have say in the matter of Command in this situation. Shall I contact him?"

{Do so. But bring that rhino up. I shall need it either way}

The Rhino arrives, it's warped hull and Daemonic symbols pulse with energy while Syrath looks down on Marius;

"It seems you have made yourself quite acquainted with the troops Marius, you've proved a valuable commander Marius. Prepare your forces and meet with this Sorcerer. I also have also created a companion for you, please don't kill her, my powers are diminished."

A sharp armoured, highly decorated Eldar Sorcerer. She bows and places her Glaive on the ground;

"Using the shredded mind of Terik, the psyche of Syess and traits of your old friend Mikal. I have not named whatever this thing is, nor have I taught it to speak. You'll have to shape its character, please don't harm it. I tire of making new Servents, Coraks and Arrius died months ago."

Looking down on the creature Marius was a little shocked. Here aside from anything else, was a symbol of the might of the warp. A creature... no a person, an eldar infact, created purely from mental prowess. Mariu swas unsure if he could duplicate the feat. And he would have felt wrong trying. But now that this... person. Was here. He was responisble for it. It would be a long road to make it a worthy servant... especially if it couldnt speak. But that road was one he was willing to take.

{Do you understand me?}

"Yes...sir....I am here to serve you milord....I'm made for that purpose....Father Syrath promissed you would be a good master."

The creature bows;

"What is my name Master Marius?"

Marius looks at the strange eldar and lifts her chin with a finger and gazes steadily at her. The hard glare of the Necron like form would have unnerved many warriors but she did not flinch. It appears Syrath had not taught her to fear either. That was good. It would not bode well for his thrall to fear him. Fear was a good motivator, but it did not inspire purity of thought. And that was what he needed. A name came to mind and he discarded it, but then looked back over it and agreed with himself. Yes that would do.

{Rise my girl, be known as Sanctimonia, for pure you are in spirit. And That will soon change I fear. But that purity deserves a memoriam. For many of us... We are not pure.}

Sanctimonia bows, the Chaos Champion returns with a Vox Recorder while Syrath smiles, his black glee so obvious it bloats out the grey sun;

"Why are we not pure Master Marius? You are wise indeed, Syrath said so. He told me that you would give me much advice, and thank you very much for the name Master. Father Syrath will be pleased!"

OOC: What do you think of my creation Marta, I was sure you'd crush it.

she is uncorrupted, thus she is not something for me to worry about, mutilate, decimate, or otherwise kill. Thus she is a good servant.

(BIC)
Marius chuckles in his mind before answering.
{It doesn't take much to please Syrath. You will find that the easier someone is to please the easier they are to manipulate. Fortunatley for Syrath, your father? I have no interest in manipulating him. He should watch his back however. I may not always be this nice. Regardless Sanctimonia, walk with me, we need to talk.}
He takes the caster and walks away with his new thrall, his swor resting on one shoulder the other hand griping the caster, but he still uses it to gesture.

{Sanctimonia what do you know of tactics?}

Good, hope Durza or Shas is back soon, though I think Shas is better at posting during the week? Though, with the Christmas holidays coming up School gets busy but still more RP time awaits so I think the next pages should just be talking and not much action as we don't want to move too far ahead of the others.

(BIC)

"Not much I'm afraid, I haven't been taught in such combat tactics though Syrath assured me I'd be a fast learner. He did claim to be my father and I do believe he is, despite the fact he's far different in psychique and stature than I Master Marius."

Marius sighs a little
{Syrath is your father in the sense that you are essentially, here because of him. He created you. But your body and mind are amalgums of the Phisiques and Psyche's of several different entities, one of whom was my brother... long ago, before I became... this. You asked me before why we are not pure? Thas the thing, you are pure. It is I who am not. I have done terrible things in the name of my god. Terrible things. Things that have stained my soul black.}

He touches her head with one finger
{You have not had these slights uon your soul... But I fear that it will not be long until fate throws those things into your path. Only you will now how to cope with that when the time comes, I will be here to give you any help you need. But you must be the one who understands, I cannot do that for you. What I can do is teach you, and hone your mind so that when the time does come when, more than likely, you will have to choose between what is right, and what is easy. You will make the descision that sits well in your heart... Although, I fear even that small choice will be denied you. All we can do is hope Sanctimonia. Now listen, I am going to teach you some of what I know. Ask me questions, that is how you will learn.}

"That sounds...interesting. May I ask, how do I channel my Psychic powers properly my Master, Syrath told me random blasts and bursts would do well if I was to properly use the sorceries of Chaos but I wish to do more, if I was to enter combat situations and what are these warriors that surround us, they are tall and brutal but have some mystery behind them."