A crack of lightning accompanied the howl of wind, a thick storm of snow and ice pounded the broken and barren ground, a shrike of Bolter fire tore through the air as the Chaos Marines advanced under a hail of enemy auto-gun shots while they charged forward slamming hard into the Chaos cultists and crushing their frail bodies with Combat Knifes and Chainswords but were sent flying as a missile crashed into the earth and left them broken and shaken, the Black Legionaries’ looked up at the Iron Warrior Havocs who’s weapons started down at the marines like a wolf preparing to leap onto its prey. A blast shattered the marine’s bodies and set them alight with Plasma fire, screaming and shouting the dying marines were hit by a hail of bolter fire that finally silenced them. A Chaos Sorcerer passed the bodies, the tall figure accompanied by two massive hulking terminators that searched the broken land for targets. The Sorcerer hurried forward as the Iron Warriors began to clear away broken stones and cracked metal, behind it a symbol of the dark mechanus and metal gears along with plates. The sorcerer laughed gleefully as the Chaos marines began to detonate charges and clear away the rubble and ice and finally their quarry was revealed. The Titans head. The Chaos Technomancers began to study the massive object and unearth more and more of the titan’s neck and finally broke through, while they were dwarfed by such a massive machine its body mass had been buried under snow and rock for hundreds of year, if not millions. The Chaos Sorcerer watched impatiently as the titan began to shake and move….. “We shall return, but now we wait and the clock will strike the 13th……” Factions
The Brotherhood of Darkness Numbers: 100 Apdeptus Astartes Founding Legion: Black Legion Splinter Group Leader: X’thousis, Chaos Champion Known Tactics: Brutal Ambushes and Counter attacks Vehicles and armoured vessels: 4 Predator Tanks, 8 Rhinos, Single Land Raider Colours: Variant of Black Legion Scheme Background During the 13th Black Crusade, Commander X’thousis saw that defeat was inevitable when his craft where charged by a massed attack he fled while his brothers in the Black Legion saw him as a cowered and cursed his name X’thousis blamed Lord Abbadon for foolish tactics and losing the way of the legion, he promised his battle brothers that he’d restore the power of the legion and overthrow Lord Abbadon, with knowledge of a Titan hidden on the Planet Hecroin X’thousis now leads his legion against Lord Kremlins Iron Warriors and Thousand Sons for the Titan.
Thousand Sins Numbers: 134 Founding Legion: The Thousand Sins is a mix of Iron Warrior and Thousand Son Warbands Leader: Kremlin Karkorov, Sorcerer of Chaos Known Tactics: Sorcery and Long Ranged heavy weapon support, Siege and Defensive Warfare Vehicles: 6 Predators, 3 Rhinos, 2 Land Raiders Colours: Multiple Schemes from the Legions of the Iron Warriors and Thousand Sons Kremlin was once a Sorcerer of the Thousand Sons and fled during the Burning of Purpero, he and his Marines fled far into the warp but his marines did not escape the Rubric Curse that affected the legion. With his Warriors entombed in cremate shells Kremlin quickly established contacts with other Legions and was able to secure favour with the Iron Warriors who have assisted him with securing the Titan, but they know that to truly take it, they will have to fight for it.
Hecroin The grey, barren and dark world of Hecroin is one of the many Daemon Worlds that inhabits the Eye of Terror, buried in ice and broken rock lays the titan left ravaged during the Horus Heresy. The Titan was left broken after a massive barrage of enemy fire forced it into a collapsing warp rift that dropped it onto the jagged and pointed mountains of the planet, Daemons and other beasts emerged and began to merge with the massive machine and corrupted the beast of a machine. While Chaos Warbands are quite ignorant of the machine now they are beginning to realise Hecroin may be a grand treasure to plunder…..
This is a Warhammer 40KRPG, all are welcome from any race and any army. Players may join any side and follow their own goals. This page is for the RP's discussion.
NPC's
Name: Sorcerer Lord Kremlin
Age: 70,000 Years old
Background:
Kremlin is an ancient Sorcerer; he has fought through the many wars of Chaos and has carved out a reputation for artefact hunting. Always wishing to gain more power Kremlins has gathered a mass body guard to enforce his will over his war band and make sure that he remains supreme; ready to kill the unloyal and petty with one word. During the Horus Heresy, Kremlin had made it clear what side he was on. Killing scores of Imperial troops on many worlds Kremlin sucked the life from his foes or reduced them to ash with blasts of warp fire and daemonic energies. Kremlin did not take kindly to the defeat of Horus and continued to plague the Imperials before being pushed back into the Eye of Terror but swore revenge on the Imperials. Within the Eye Kremlin plotted and schemed, within the Eye he gathered his forces and quickly struck out at the Imperium, his ships looting and raiding an Imperial world being pulled towards a warp rift was easy prey and Kremlin was happy to suck the planet of life with his sorcery, after returning to the Eye Kremlins fleet decided to invade his own ‘kin’s territory. The Library World of Versoton Nine was a grand vault of knowledge held in the claws of Sorcerer Hestro who had documented many tomes of sorcery. In the guise of a Rubric Marine, Kremlin quietly assassinated the Sorcerer and stole the tomes before leaving the world with more of his kin at his command. While Kremlins ship dulled with the Word Bearers known as ‘Impervious Fist’, he boarded the craft and killed the Word Bearers to a man. With the ship in his hands Kremlin found that it had traded hands with many a legion before and had found the former crew locked up in the brig, an Iron Warriors Conclave who had been boarded and left to rot and in return for safety and numerous Dark mechanus assists Kremlin made a deal. The Chaos Sorcerer found a strong ally and set off in a crusade that would please the dark gods forever, and he knew how to start it. With the Titan in his hands. War Gear The Blade of Crastrho: A grand daemon weapon, the Blade of Crastrho is an insidious and twisted being that devours the souls of his victims. (Allows Kremlin to regain wounds with every successful independent character kill).
Character Sheet Name: Marius Ichorskin, The Leviathan
Faction: Space Wolves, Wolf Lord
Appearance: The heavy set Marius is a giant among giants, without armour he stands at around eight feet tall and with armour that stretches to nearly three meters. When he dons Terminator battle plate he nearly tops forteen feet. Marius is essentially a Leviathan when he dons his standard runic armour and this gives him his moniker, the Grey Hunters of his great company tell quietly that the only reason Marius has grown to be so tall is that every time he would be close to dying, the deathwolf Morkai instils him with extra vigour and strength. The patterns of deepsea beasts that cover his armour are a testament to his extreme affiliation with the great creatures of fenris and the tattoo of a kraken that wraps around his head is a pinpoint of this. That tatto is always visible as he wears no helmet and his bald pate is plain to the air. But nothing points his strength out more than the weapon he wields. His right hand is never without his custom frost blade, forged by the lead Iron Priest on Fenris it is a masterwork weapon named Serpent tooth. The weapon is just under two and a half meters long and is four inches wide, the titanic blade is ringed with terrifyingly sharp points of ultra hard alloy suppossedly naturally found in the meteors that occaisionally fall on Fenris. The metal is a pressure alloy of carbon and titanium which creates a substance many times harder than diamond and has to be cut to shape with engineering lazers. When the weapons teeth begin to whir there is nothing, not skin, not armour, not even the armoured hull of a dreadnought that can withstand the weapons edge. Marius wields this weapon with the easy grace, often with one hand, born from five thousand years of wielding the blade. His right hand is often equipped with a frost shield. The powerful ward sits on his right arm like a slab of solid ceramite, and from a distance it certainly appears that way. But up close one can see the details on its surface, the perfectly circular shield is embossed with the personal image of Marius, The Leviathan from which he gets his moniker. The many limbed Kraken with a tentacle spread to the cardinal points is a terifying sight to behold, as the shield is about a meter in diameter and the personal image of the Leviathan is known to all those who would fight against the Wolf Lord. Behind him the swirling cloak which gives him his name is perched almost permanantly, the flowing skin of a carnifex flenced from its dead and puckered hide is a fitting tribute to the power of the Wolf lord.
Background: The Leviathan is older than all of the wolves of Fenris, far older. The only that can outstrip him in age are the Wolf priests and Bjorn himself and his Saga is many times longer than that of even the Great wolf. But Marius has never aspired to the position of Great Wolf, he has always been more than content in his own great company, training the warriors of might that have become to be known as the Teeth of the Leviathan. These powerful warriors are nothing short of the best close combat fighters that the sons of Russ can field. The wolf Guard of Marius is a common recruiting ground for the great wolf's own Wolf guard. And indeed even his Grey Hunters are powerful fighters who favour assault weapons so as to close with their foes. His long fangs are the only exceptin to this, Marius is a brutal tactician and he knows that until his fighters get up close they need cover, and so he makes every effort and allowance to ensure that his long fangs are equipped with the most potent of wargear. Thier weapons and armour are econd to none and he even has many of them equipped with priceless runic armour to ensure that their work is uninterrupted. Marius has precious few battle tanks in his great company, instead his warriors (and tactics), favour a head on assault, filled with light armoured vehicles and his own command vehicle, a landraider Redeemer named "The breath of the Kraken".
Marius rose to power by being a straightforward but efficient warrior, his aptitude for tactics came later. Indeed his claiming of the pelt that adorns his back came when he was still a blood claw. The brutal nature of the kill while wielding his then power sword went down in the saga's as worthy of praise for the rest of known time. Aside from that his actual career was uneventful, but vicous and predictable. Battle after battle he threw himself into for nearly a hundred years, earning kill after kill as a blood claw before finally being given the mantle of Grey hunter, the decision was a hard one for his superiors to make, because he was a brutal fighter and that skillw as often best ustilised on the forefront of battle, but his immense skill had to be tempered and given polish, so in lieu of this he was elevated to the rank of Grey Hunter, but around him were placed many warriors of his type, better in close, than out in the field. It was around this time that the great company's wolf priest began to tailor him. The entire company knew that the Wolf Lord they had was waning, too many battles had seen his mind torn to shreds and he was little more than a figurehead for the army. And many understood that the Leviathan, as he was coming to be called, was fit for the task. First however he would have to become a Wolf Guard.
Marius' time in the Grey hunters was little more than a formality, a furthur five decades of service and he was elevated without compromise to the ranks of the Wolf guard. His time in the Grey hunters was not wasted however and his keen tactical mind began to emerge, slowly the Leviathan began to make tactical anylisis of battlefields and situations and voicing his ideas before the older Wolf guard members could make similar, if less indepth assessments. The Leviathan began to accumulate supporters, his following grew until, as a Wolf guard battle leader. He was in reality the true leader of the Great company. Slowly Sven Bloodhowl, was removed from the seat of power that many had seen him in for nearly a millenia and Marius took the stage. He was an instant fit, his tactics and ideal's quickly garnering support with the other Wolf Lords and many thought it was only a matter of time until he became the great wolf. But as the centuries passed on and The Leviathan's great company grew mmore and more accustomed to their task Marius realised that he was more use to the Imperium fighting in his own way, than have to command the greater chapter. And so when the vote came and his name was cast he denied the chance, taking his calling in the right hand of the Wolf Lord, the Hammer of Fenris, the Leviathan. After five thousand years however he has heard news of stirrings of trouble within the Eye of terror, and Marius Ichorskin, The Leviathan, realised that it was his time to etch his name into the saga's for all eternity, and so he declared a personal crusade into the eye, backed up by his great company. The Leviathan and its teeth descended into the eye of terror.
Equipment: The Leviathans armour, Ichorskin, Serpent tooth, the Kraken's maw. The Leviathan's armour: This Runic armour is so massive that it is nearly equal with tactical dreadnought battle plate, and as such it is nearly impossible to penetrate. (2+ 4++ vs psyker powers) Ichorskin: This cloak is a symbol of the Leviathan's power and as such is a symbol of hope for allies. (Marius and his retinue are fearless) Serpent tooth: The massive frost blade is a terror of a weapon to face on the battle field and with Marius' prodigous strength behind its whirring teeth it can chew through almost anything. (Power weapon, +2 strength, 2d6 armour pen) The Kraken's maw: This dominating storm shield has protected Marius from death on more than one instance, infact, the shield is such a symbol of his indomitable will that many enemies would rather flee than continue to fight against such a warrior. (3++, Marius always counts as having caused an additional wound for combat resolution.)
Quote: "Stinking... *crunch* cowardly... *crunch* filth... *crunch*, Gamma squad take the left fla- back traitor...*crunch* left flank..."
(I added the stats to give an idea of his... meatynessness)
Indeed, he is going to be the more tactical and combat oriented Marius, as oppossed to the slightly more lithe agility oriented Marius that I was origionally aiming for.
The Leviathan will be quite the fighter indeed... shame he's never going to be able to take cover...
I'm considering alternatives to my original character...for some reason I don't think Mikal in Kasrkin form will be a very balanced character for this RP... :/
WARORK93 wrote:I'm considering alternatives to my original character...for some reason I don't think Mikal in Kasrkin form will be a very balanced character for this RP... :/
Appearance: Mikal has a haggard and wild appearance about him. He is almost scrawny by space wolf standards and though quite experienced by any other comparison, he is still younger than most of the enemies he has fought against. In his body is a stirring potential energy. His comrades have described him as brooding; like a caged beast pacing the perimeter of its cage. His wide, grey eyes are constantly darting, looking for an opening, scanning as a predator might study his prey. Mikal is unique amongst his mostly boisterous comrades in that by his nature he leaves little if anything at all of his existence wherever he goes. Where his blood claw cousins would howl their bloodlust ot hte heavens and charge unheadingly through the snows to get to their prey, Mikal is a creature of cunning. A life of living in the wild has left him lanky by space marine standards, having a natural reflex that goes beyond the blessed aguments his status as an astartes give him. Mikal favors a special rune etched suit of carapace armor as despite its lack of protection, it gives him total freedom of movement and more stealth than any suit of power armor. Mikal is used to using anythign at hand as a weapon but does carry his own arsenal. A wolf scout sergeant of many years, he carries weapons much older than he, among them are a plasma pistol and power axe, both gifts from his former mentor. Just as this man leaves little of his movements, so too does he leave little of his history. He is not much of a talker, indeed, to get even a few words out of him is considered a thing to be marveled at. Mikal is only seen when he wants to be and this is reinforced by the cloak he wears around his slight form, its threads are of a chameleonic fabric but this has further been altered by Mikal's own hand. The cloak serves as a trophy of war and a tool, for it has been stitched with threads of a shadowskin from a Dark Eldar mandrake Mikal has long since bested.
Bio: Nothing is known of Mikal's past beyond his discovery by the Space Wolves on their reclamatory crusade on an icy world called Rysovo. The Grey Hunters of the great company fighting there found him alone and surviving in one of the hab complexes that festered with the enemy. They took pity on the child, and seeing that he was the only survivor in a complex that was once full of a million people, they determined he was strong enough to be indoctrinated into the chapter by virtue of his tenacity and iron will. As an initiate he was regarded with wariness and even outright ridicule by all of the others in his group being from outside Fenris. His was a presence they neither welcomed nor understood and this is what gave him his original accolade of "Halfblood". It was perhaps because of this that he developed into a taciturn and withdrawn warrior. the camraderie that accompanied most blood claw packs was denied to him, he was naturally a loner and therefore he was marked out by the chapter's clergy as a candidate for the scout troops early on. Sometime during his experience as a blood claw, he was noticed by the wolf known as Lukas "the trickster." The rebellious warrior saw much of himself in Mikal and so whether the chapter elders liked it or not, the young blood claw was unofficially taken under Lukas' wing with the other inexperienced wolves that the charismatic yet mischevious Lukas had garnered a following in.
It was here that Mikal learned to rely on nobody but himself, trust nobody but himself, and fight in the most cunning and underhanded ways possible. Lukas was a harsh teacher but Mikal soon learned that next to the hard charging, wild and unrelenting path of most of Fenris' space marines was an equally unrelentung yet much more solitary path; that of the scout. Mikal stayed in the company of Lukas for several years until Mikal was made a scout sergeant. Over the years of his service to the Great Wolf, his lessons learned in his early days withLukas served him well. Even though on more than one occasion the method of Mikal's victories were called into question, one could not deny the results. Mikal's efforts wond the Imperium several worlds and himself many sagas to his list but for these things he did not much care for. It was both a tragic and wonderous thing when finally came Mikal's defining moment.
It was on a return to Mikal's homeworld of Rysovo that Mikal's life would change. The world was then being plauged by Dark Eldar pirates and Mikal's squad was to recon behind enemy lines and report on their positions. The mission was considered suicide even for a wolf scout but it was thought that Mikal's craftiness would make up for this. Over the span of three days, Mikal's squad was hunted by a particularly elusive Dark Eldar warrior known as a mandrake. With each passing death, it is said that Mikal's sanity unhinged a bit more until he alone was left to endure the taunting whispers of the xenos in his ear. With all of the lessons and tricks he had left to him, Mikal and the mandrake played a days long game of cat and mouse through the underbelly of the hive. the battle all culminated in the final fall of the mandrake who was taken by Mikal's own combat blade. Out of all the kills that Mikal ever made, this one stands out as his most prominent, most rememebered, and most enjoyed...
He has since been inconsolable, valuing neither companionship nor camraderie. He is a rare beast even amongst wolf scouts; a true shadow of the Lone Wolf; Lokyar, a singular wolf scout with no pack, no rank, and no mercy...
And if Mikal were honest with himself, he prefers it that way, he has achieved what he had always desired, to be dependent on nobody but himself and to trust nobody else. After a time of serving the chapter alone, Mikal made a heartfelt request to the Great Wolf; to be given free reign to destroy the enemies of the chapter. This was a wish he was granted and so, without looking back, Mikal headed for the one place where enemies would be plentiful; the Eye of Terror.
Equipment: Runic carapace armor: This armor has no name and no markings besides those which give it added strength. It is a reflection of its owner's nature as an unassuming and unseen creature of darkness.
Silenced bolt pistol: A simple bolt pistol with a silencer attatched, used for stealthy work.
Master crafted plasma pistol: Likewise this weapon has no name but it was a gift to Mikal when he left the side of Lukas and has stayed in his hip holster since.
Runic power axe: Unlike his other pieces of equipment, this piece has been christened "Shadowfang" for its often unseen nature as Mikal often uses it in the favored tactic of whipping by in his scout bike and beheading an opponent before he is aware of which direction thr threat is coming from.
Scout bike: Mikal's only transport used to get him across long distances quickly.
Cloak: This long cloak and hood has been ikal's companion for many years. It has the distinction of being stitched with strands of shadowskin from a Dark Eldar mandrake and so has a smoky veil of darkness that surrounds it and by extension its owner.
Combat blade: This knife has long been Mikal's favored tool. It was with this simple powered blade that he brought low the xeno that killed his pack and forever it's blade will be black from the toxic blood of the mandrake that it slew. Mikal has since dubbed it "Shadow's Bane"
Quote: "Use the bodies for cover...we have a deadline to keep *pause* I don't care what it smells like, we have to be at the rally point by dawn..."
So tell me what you fellas think of the new and improved Mikal?
Description: X'tasir's true form is utterly inimical to any sane mind, resembling a churning pillar of flesh and grinding teeth, from which new growths are constantly formed and destroyed. When walking among mortals, X'tasir resumes his mortal guise, that of a Traitor Legion Raptor clad in blue and golden power armor, a pair of lightning claws emerging from his wrists. Beneath his snarling helm, X'tasir has cruel, angular features reminding his prey of a predatory bird.
Biography: There are a set of forbidden files hidden away in the Tricorn Palace on Scintilla that detail the utterly monstrous wars waged in the name of the Changer of Ways by a Chaos Sorcerer named X'tasir. The immense file details how the Traitor clashed repeatedly with the Tau in the Astinus Persecution, of his pitiless extermination of an entire sector for daring to resist him. Some time after, he was transformed into a Prince of the Warp by Tzeentch. After this transformation, X'tasir warred against the Star Serpent, one of the forbidden C'tan Gods of the Necrontyr. The conflict raged for decades, until the Star Serpent vanished, and X'tasir returned to the Warp.
A decade later, X'tasir launched an attack on Commorragh itself, succeeding in laying ruin to the Dark City and plundering its secrets, as well as earning the service of turncoat Dark Eldar Kabals, as well as a Haemonculi Coven. On the verge of victory, X'tasir and his armies suddenly vanished, leaving the Dark City a shattered ruin. No one can truly say why the Daemon Prince abandoned his campaign, but he and his armies were not seen for over a century.
When the monster returned to real space, he arrived with Harbinger Fleet: A great naval force composed of both Traitor Astartes and Druchii vessels. Swiftly, the Fleet has cut a bloody swath through real space, Astartes and Dark Eldar fighting side by side, united by the promise of loot and slaughter, as well as fear of their leader. Grim reports tell of the warriors of the Harbinger Fleet wielding weapons that blend Druchii technology and daemonic magick. Now that X'tasir has returned, no world is truly safe...
Quote: "Ah, the worms strive to become serpents. Amusing..."
*a bit of background fluff for you all to chew on. I hope you dont mind me using your character in this Warork*
Flak shells hammered over the scree slopes of Gutyun Secondus with a vengeance, traitor guardsmen attempting to slow the advance of nearly a dozen rhino apc's and the growling land raider at thier head. Hydra flak tanks hammering shell after shell into the advancing tanks but to no avail. The shots skittered of armur plates and flicked over the hulls of the larger vehicle.The Leviathan's teeth were moving over the rocky ground in their light armoured vehicles with all the grace of a mastodon. But all of the indomitablity of an army of warriors who fear nought. Leading them was the land rader redeemer, the Leviathan's breath. Its flamestorm cannons spitting and snarling with small gouts of fire. The machine spirit of the vehicle restless and ready to incinerate the enemies of the sons of Russ.
Inside the redeemer the atmosphere was calm, but with an underlying tenseness that brought out the snarling power of the Wolf guard encased in its hold. Candles were the only source of light, except for the faint glow of runes and plasma weapons. The hold was dark. At the head of the vehicle standing upright with one hand grasping a titanic blade and the other steadied against the hull of the tank, a metre diameter shield strapped to his arm was the Leviathan himself. Marius Ichorskin. The hammer of Fenris. His wolf guard were checking ammo feeds and the power packs of power weapons and plasma pistols. In the back of the hull was the snarling visage of a wolf priest in runic battle plate. The blue runes glowing over the armoured case of Hemlock. The Leviathan's personal wolf priest. Hemlock's eyes were fixed on the wolf lord at the front of the vehicle. All nine feet of the massive warrior were tensed and bristling. The wolf was awake and deadly in his mind. The wolf guard were heedless of their commanders. They knew that the Leviathan was a brutal warrior, but none believed that the wolf could claim him. His mind was far, far too strong.
A rasping voice flicked through the redeemer's hull and the dry monotone of Hemlock punctured the mettalic clicks that the Wolf Guard were coaxing from their weapons. "The storm breaks soon Marius. Do not let the flood drown you."
The Leviathan turned to his personal priest and nodded once, his bald pate shining in the half gloom of the redeemer's candle lit hold. "I do not halt for the flood Hemlock. It shall part around me like the seas of the warp before an astropath. I shall be the breaker upon which this storm hits. And you shall not find me wanting."
The wolf priest nodded once, apparently satisfied with the Commander's answer as his head tilted to the right, his eyes locking onto his crozius arcanum checking the power feed. The wolf guard murmured in approval of thier wolf lords words and a single audible sentence was spoken. "The Leviathan is master of the storm. And it shall break upon him. Break and be broken."
Outside the hull as the convoy approached the traitor guard lines a Rhino apc caught a shell on its gun deck and the shot richochet into a feul tank detonating the vehicle, and throwing the space wolves inside it clear of its confines through the top hatch. They hit the ground gracelessly but were soon up and moving without even noticing the change. Woundless and tough the grey hunters began laying down well targetted fields of fire and behind them the other tanks came to a halt and disgorged thier warriors in disciplined fire lines. Bolter shells eating the distance and the triple roar of thier munitions was deafening to the traitor guard who were shredded by the ordanance. The redeemer barrelled forwards into the press, its flamestorm cannons flowing hot with molten steel promethium banks that not only incinerated the guardsmen but layed down a layer of thick supressive frag grenades that drove the survivors deep into their trenches only to be incinerated by the flames. From this inferno the Redeemer's hatch slammed open and the roar of the space wolves was audible even over the roar of bolter shells as the Wolf guard hit the deck. At thier forefront was a warrior shrouded in steam as blood splattered against his armour only to be boiled off by the flame storm cannons heat. His bald pate was glowing in the firelight as the cannons died down and he strode forwards his shield gripped loosley in one hand, ready for use but presently unneeded as his body thundered through the ashy remains of his foes. Marius saw the traitor guardsmen infront of him pale in fear as they saw the emblem on his shield and many threw down thier guns and ran. The others brought lasgun butts to shoulder and unleashed a punishing salvo into the Wolf lord even as thier commanders told them to fire again. The lasbolts flickered of Marius' armour like gnats off the hull of a supercarrier and his stride never ceased as he met thier lines, even as his blade Serpent tooth clove down in a mighty arc severing the bodies of many of the guardsmen with one effortless blow. His wolf guard moved up around him, stormshields crackling and frost weapons humming as their rotors sucked thier chains in viscous circles. The ensueing figh was short and brutal. The wolfs ripping through the traitors like a lion among sheep. Marius looked down in apathy at the dead bodies before bringing his finger up to his ear mike.
"Wolf scouts, now is the time. We have hit their lines, drive them towards us." The cold voice of Mikal halfblood came through the feed. Typically clipped and curt, if a little impatient. "Yes Leviathan, orders understood"
Moments later massive explosions ripped through the rear of the enemy lines as melta bombs cut through vehicles and missle launchers decimated infantry. Sharp cracks from sniper rifles and the gurgles of slit throats were just audible to Marius as the wolf scouts assaulted thier back lines, driving the panicked traitors back into the flames of judgement. Marius smiled a cold smile, his fangs curling over his lip. "Get them."
Lol indeed, this time ima have to stick with that vien throughout this rp however, and that is gonna be tough. Idk. Sometimes i feel like i can manage it sometimes i feel like im leaning to one side or other
The ship shook again as its hull was battered by Anti-Air gun fire, the Iron Warriors had set up several massed areas of AA-Guns that would destroy any normal ship in seconds but the Space Wolves had been lucky that this had been no normal craft. Hemlock roared at the pilots praises of Russ and the Emperor as the ship began to enter the atmosphere and the AA-Guns increased their power, an explosion took a great part of the right engine away and started off a mass of chain explosions that left sections of the ship in ruins. Marius stumbled towards the Bridge with his brothers in tow, the ship wouldn't last long;
"Marius! This place is falling apart, we're going to have an emergency landing unless you can stop the traitor gun positions from firing or they run out of ammo!"
Another blast wracked the ship, another would allow Daemons to freely appear and invade the craft of they wished.;
"OK, time for a plan Marius, I don't want to die in a blasted metal coffin!"
Mikal and his Wolf Scouts had been moving through the maze of burning and broken corridors of the ship, avoiding the collapsing and falling derbies that were caused by the bombardment but almost grew gleeful at the sight of something better than deadly raid. Traitor Marines, Iron Warriors who had obviously boarded the craft during the Chaos. The first among their number spotted the Wolf Scouts and opened fire with his Bolter while his brothers did the same forcing the Scouts into cover before rapidly returning fire, the First of the Traitors moved forward only for a plasma pistol to remove his head and leaving his body in a broken pile on the floor of the ship.
X'tasir sat in the throne of his command ship, his pilots strange Haemonculi creations that slaved over twisted half flesh control panels and other devices for their master ,a holo capture began to project a image of a damaged Space Wolf ship. Dark Eldar and Chaos Marine Guards straightened as X'tasir left his throne and studied the burning craft while the servitors began to scan the craft and produce reports on its damage and design....
(BIC) Marius slams a fist down onto a table cracking the stone surface with one meaty slam. The silence in the room is audible now. "Get to the drop pods. Every astartes on this ship is going to hit the ground in a tight cluster, close to the aa guns, we can take them out and allow the rest of the shipsto make landing. We will spread out... On second thoughts let the scouts choose thier own destination but get them there now! The rest of you will try to keep this ship alive for as long as possi"
The leviathan is interrupted by a massive explosion rocking the bridge he sees a breach in the foredeck which is quickly sealed off by blast hull doors. Marius looks at the remainder of the thralls abord the vessel. He knows they wont last much longer, so with a final nod and a warding gesture he departs the brdge, Hemlock and his wolf guard following him to the drop pods. His landraider was left in the strike cruiser for later insertion. For the moment, they would have to make planet fall. The leviathan heard a reedy voice belowing over the transport's internal vox systems for everyone to get to the drop pods. Marius sees Hemlock and his guard get into the pod and is about to follow when a wrenching siren is lit above the pod and the doors slam shut and it is jettisoned out, leaving the wolf lord behind. He furiously taps his vox mike. {What in the name of Russ happened?} the reply was short and confused. {I dont know commander. the ship's machine spirit just took hold of the pod and jettisoned it.} {Are there any remaining?} {A few but only in the scout quaters, you will have to make your way there.} {Understood, Leviathan out}
Marius hefted his sword and strode quickly through the bowels of the ship towards the scout quaters, expecting to find it empty save for a few thralls. However heinstead heard sounds of bolter fire and the crackling burst of a plasma pistol. He moved faster shouldering debris aside and batting falling rubble asunder with his storm shield, which he activates wih a flick of his thumb. His blades engine roar's into life and his battle cry rings out. "THE LEVITHAN COMES FOR YE'. DESPAIR TRAITOR!!" And answering roar of sound from the scouts drives him harder round the corner and immediatly his shield takes a hail of bolter shells from the iron warriors. The shots detonate against the surface but he is unaffected ignoreing the shots of the traitors like a mastodon ignores rabbits. The iron warriors see the symbol on his shield as he approached and begin to retreat hastily hauling the bulkhead shut behind them as they went. Marius lets them go and turned to the scouts. "Scouts report!"
X'tasir's lips curled into a small smile. The seawolf pierced by iron... just as in his vision. The sorcerer's gift for prophecy had yet to lead him astray, and he did not hesitate to issue his next command.
"Lay waste to the Iron Warriors, let none escape to tell of our arrival. You may take as many slaves as you like, as long as they do not contact their fellows. I want the Loyalist vessel untouched, you are to let it escape."
At the mention of slaves, the Druchii grinned wickedly, revealing their sharp, filed teeth. The assembled warriors of both races jumped to obey, each bellowing and laughing at the prospect of slaughter. Not a single man questioned the orders of their Prince, for they had long ago given up all hope of attempting to understand his seemingly insane tactics, for they were always victorious in the end. As the Harbinger Fleet approached, the vox crackled with gruff demands for identification that were met only with silence, then after a few moments, with withering lance fire. Screams of outrage ripped over the vox as the traitors lost vessel after vessel to the horrid tide of both man and xenos. Blooms of fire arose from the hulls of Iron Warrior ships as suicide ships slammed into their sides, their pilots screaming prayers to the Dark Gods. In the carnage of light and flame, X'tasir smiled. So, it had begun...
One of the handful of scouts in the corridor approached the Wolf Lord as the fire in the hallway continued in front of them.
"We were headed towards the drop pods when these boarders showed up." He said curtly.
"Where is your leader?" The Leviathan asked.
"We don't know sir, he took out their leader and then told us to stay here, then he disappeared."
Just as those words escaped the scout's mouth, a shadowy figure materialised behind the iron warrirors at the end of the corridor. It approached one from behind holding in its hand a long, slender, black blade. With a shove, the blade came out of the front of the Iron warrior's neck and dark blood poured down his breastplate. The space marine went limp and suddenly began firing madly into his comrades with his bolt as the figure forced its spasming arm in their general direction. The Iron warriors, now alerted to treachery, fired back gouging huge craters in their once comrade's armor and flesh as the figure used his body as cover. Multiple enemies fell and as the limp iron warrior's clip ran dry, the figure pulled the pin from the body's grenades and with another shove sent the pulpified cadaver across the room into the rest of his comrades where it exploded in smoke and fire.
The shadow strode forwards sheathing his black knife and threw back his cloak's hood so as to be recognized.
"The way is clear." Mikal simply stated, his eyes glimmering in the half light of the mostly destroyed corridor.
Marius chuckled with cold amusement, but had a hard edge to it.
"My Wolf guard have already made planet fall. The machine spirit of this vessel led me here. From that I suggest that we move as a group. I will accompany you to the surface. From there however I must rejoin my Guard. Hemlock will be troubled. Come warriors of Russ. Your tactics may differ somewhat from mine yet we share a common purpose, and forefather. we shall fight as one this day. To the drop pods."
He puts a mighty hand on Mikal's shoulder.
"Those kills were worthy of remembering scout. MAke sure you do not die. It would be a shame for those kills to be recounted by one other than yourself. Come we have work to do The bloody work of Russ."
With those words the Leviathan lumbered off after the scout squad, this time the machine spirit would not leave him here. It would not prevent him from reaching the surface. Marius was sure the machine spirit was trying to warn him of something. How it knew this he knew not But if a machine spirit tryed to tell you something. You damn well listened. He may make planet fall. But this time, he would be cautious. His finger tapped the vox mike.
{This is the Leviathan calling the main fleet. Have the thunderhawk's descend. Our brothers shall bring fire to this world. Tell the long fangs thier lascannons are wanted below."}
While the Space Wolves technology could not see the Clocked Iron Warrior Craft that hid in the shadows but the Dark Eldar saw through their shadows and their craft opened fire, dark beams of energy sliced deep into the enemy ship carving deep scars and gouges into the Traitor Legion ship, quickly saving the Space Wolves from a hellish bombardment by the ship while the Chaos fleet began to move into position around the world.
(OOC) Its only one ship Marius, the amount of troops you'd have would be massive. You've got around a hundred-hundred and twenty Marines and Scouts of different varieties, I'll allow two more ships maximum. The RP is more about characters.
[Sir we can't, our comm channels are.....hig.......b........unabl.....to work....properly work.....here.....must move away! AA-guns, opening fire.........heavy fire and on board damage......must move back]
Marius see's his comm channel has been broken and braces for impact as his Drop Pod crashes into the side of a cracked and broken mountain. The inhabitants of the pod quickly pour out into a fire fight between Space Wolves and Chaos marines.
Chaos Lord- Wings, Daemon Weapon (which can fire bolts like a Plasma Gun, but without the death risk)
A dedicated worshipper of Slaanesh, he is dedicated to the facet of perfection. However, once he achieves his view of what this is, he quickly grows bored and moves on to 'improve' another section of the galaxy. He commands his warband like a troupe, Noise Marines providing the music, Havocs the effects, Marines the actors, and Raptors hasten unwilling enemies off the stage. However, he is reluctant to command forces which don't appreciate his performances, and as such leaves the burden of leading the host to those who cannot understand the simple pleasures in life. Though one of the Emperor's Children, in the last hundred years or so he has come to enjoy the bitter sadism of the Iron Warriors, and is often found 'helping' them on the battlefield, whether the like it or not. A recent war with Necrons has left his force smaller than he would like, but he values the opportunity to perform far more than the well-being of his men.
Quote: "Commander, didn't you get your cue? You were meant to exit stage right five scenes ago." - recorded prior to the assassination of Lord Gustav Dravere.
The Noise Marines danced around the Brutish Iron Warriors into the fray with the brutal wolves, such quick and striking Raptors sung and laughed as the Space Wolves swung and attacked them to no avail. Argylle kicked away a fallen Blood Claw and fired his plasma pistol that collided with a Space Wolf just as the Noise Marines defined several Scouts with their Sonic Weaponry.
(Note all the wolves are in one place. the drop pods are all dropping them together.) Actually a great company is exactly one hundred marines including scouts and vehicle pilots but not including ships crew and pilots. The cruiser is likely to have troop transports and thunderhawk gunships for vehicle dispatch, thunderbolt fighters and storm ravens should also be present. Only the cruiser is a real gameplay asset. The others are about moving things from palce to place and escorting. You will notice how I am avoiding all of that however by going down with Mikal and his scouts?
anyhoo.
(BIC) Marius gets out from the drop pod with a vengeance in his mind. The anti air batteries should have been downed by the orbital bombardment. Not this debacle. No matter, he was here now. And nothing can prize a Leviathan from its trophy.
He move through the snow towards the chaos lines with a solid rolling gait that smashed through the badly frozen snow drifts and batted them aside. The space wolves howled in delight upon seeing their commander and redoubled thier efforts. The iron warriors were soon pushed back under the combined fire of the scouts, grey hunters and Marius himself. The battle was short lived and brutal, bolter shells and sniper shots cracking out across the distance, And underlying that the heavy pound of Marius' footfalls as the Leviathan moved forwards. The iron warriors tryed to bring heavy weapons forwards to hinder or kill the wolf lord but the snipers quickly took them down. Armour piercing rounds slamming through the helmets of gunners and loaders. The iron warriors unnacustomed to loss were unable t see its signs through thier corruption and drew chainsword and bolt pistol to charge Marius. His own blade was waiting for them as they came and hacked them down piecemeal. Each warrior who drew close was hewn down or had his skull crushed by the Krakens maw. The Leviathan's storm shield. In close combat Marius was unstoppable. A marine would charge forwards, a warcry on his lips but Serpent tooth would hamemr down and sever the marines blade, neck, and spine in one fell swoop. None of the marines could resist his power and many fell before striking back. Those few that could were thwarted by Marius' skill with a blade and his storm shield. And even when one traitor marine tryed to flank the wolf lord he was taken down by a dark slim blade that protruded from his throat.
Marius turned slightly for an instant to see Mikal joining the battle next to him darting in and out of the combat like a wraith. The marines to focussed on Marius to notice the nearly invisible warrior darting through thier midst. Between the two warriors the traitors were downed and Marius turned fully to Mikal. "Your skills become you again Mikal." Marius looks down from the mountain and notices the aa guns still hammering out shots. And a frce of infantry and tanks moving to attack the spce wolf advance guard. Marius' wolf guard and blood claw packs. Marius' own vehicles and long fangs could not make it to the surface without the aa batteries down but the Space wolves would be forced to retreat long before the batteries were snuffed. Additionaly now there were raptor infantry and heavy infantry moving on the space wolf positions. Anouther reason for marius to advance to that point. It was only a few hundred metres away. He could easily make the point before the main enemy force did. "Mikal, take your scouts and deal what damage you can to the AA batteries. We need them taken out. I will take these grey hunters and head for the main force, if only to harden thier spines, the chaos warriors down there will eat my sword. I expect those batteries to go down scout. We need reinforcements."
The Iron Warriors Gun positions continued to batter the Space Wolf craft as they descended, Chaos Marine guards had set up heavy Bolter and Las-Cannon turrets while Cultists had dug trenches and hastily prepared a ill formed defense while the main troops began a full retreat....
anyhoo we should wait for warork to do his thing. the next stage of my plan depends almost entirely on wether he can take out those batteries.
(BIC) Marius doesnt take long to reach his wolves. The wolves had been locked in close combat for a long time but had suffered no casualties. The Iron warriors may be efficient fortress builders but in combat they were as nothing compared to the might of the wolves. (Taking this from "Battle of the fang" Individual blood claws were able to wipe out entire squads of rubric marines of the thousand sons. and they are regarded as being faster in close combat than the average marine in the fluff) Marius however lifted thier spirits with hsi meer presence. He had never lost a battle. Let alone a war. And he was not about to start now. One grey hunter pack and 3 blood claw packs were present as well as the wolf guard. Hemlock was respective of the events aboard the troop transport. And his qualms were settled when Marius told him of his plans. Hemlock was one of the only space wolves that Marius respected as an equal. A mentor. Even the great wolf was as nought compared to the sheer power and tactical genius of The Leviathan. But Hemlock had taught Marius everything he knows. Or at least the foundation for it. Marius went to his wolf guard.
"I want three of you to go with the blood claws, one per pack. They need leadership down here. The Iron warriors are useless in close combat. Make sure that the Blood claws understand that if I find that they have fired thier bolt pistols then they wont be getting meat tonight."
"Matey, these boys know a thing 'bout close combat. Stabbed me right in the limb e' did! Don't be an arrogant lad Marius, these were once fine men but ave' fallen into dark temptation and wrong doing, and by the Emperor if I get knifed by one of these gakkers bury me in a shallow grave! Harhahahr"
Hemlock drew his Crozius Arcanum and steeped over a injured and dying Iron Warrior, the Chaos Servant looked up at the mighty Space Wolf for a second and sighed, Hemlock had only been a young Blood Claw during the Heresy and had fought these warriors during one of the battles of the Heresy and had respected them once but now it was different. He saw the weak and dying warrior reach for a broken combat blade but Hemlock raised his Crozius's and slammed it into his head before placing it in its sheath;
"Lets move after Mikal has cleared these positions, I have to inspect these foes, find the bodies and have them burnt. I'm not letting them rot out here for some mad doctor to use, we can't let a single scrap of Traitor Gene Seed remain."
Marius nods calmly to Hemlock
"They may knw a thing or two about combat. But we are the wolves of Fenris. This is not about pride or arrogance. THis is a statement of fact. We are better than them toe to toe and we will crush them beneath our bootheels. But you are right. I shall have this place cleansed after we are done here. IN the mena time we should be ready to counter attack the force that is on its way. Have the men spread out. ANd get the melta guns into cover. They have a couple of battletanks on the way and at the moment theres little we can do to them at range. We need to hit them close."
"Indeed, yet I fear one day that our skill may be twisted...I have seen vision Marius....something lurks within the chapter....and I dare not speak its name."
Hemlock stands for a moment, quite but ready and springs into action as an artillery blast slams into the ground sending shrapnel and rock flying, Space Wolves emerge from cover and begin firing on fog covered Chaos marines who return fire with Bolter and Flamer attacks.
Marius is nonplussed at the Wolf Priests diatribe, Hemlock did things at his own pace. Not something that Marius had ever worried about in the past and not somehting to worry about now, especially not now... '....something lurks within the chapter....and I dare not speak its name.' All the same those words spoke of a darkness Marius was unsure even he was ready for. Five thousand years of service to the Emperor and that was a darkness he wasnt ready for... It must be bad.
When the shell landed Marius had been right under it but it had meerly driven him to his knees. His armour and storm shield were sufficient to keep him out of harm. And when the chaos marines came through the breach in the rock formation the wolves had been sheltering behind Marius was there waiting for them. Blade raised with a gory grin on his face.
"THE LEVITHAN COMES FOR YE'!!!"
all around Marius the cry was echoed with a bone shaking wall of sound that could only be described as chilling he wolves howled and sprinted down the slope into combat with the Iron warriors, Marius amidst them. Hacing down traitor after traitor, a fury in his eyes.
Mikal looked down upon the batteries from a ridge above them. He studied them for long moments while the scouts around him became restless. Just as they were beginning to think Mikal would stand there forever, he spoke in his usual low and curt way.
"Second team take the defense emplacements by surprise and use their heavy weapons to engage those trenches. The rest come with me."
The scouts were nearly dumbfounded by the swiftness with which Mikal spoke, as if he detested the very act of speaking and wished nothing more than to get it over with as quickly as possible. Mikal was the first to rapel down the ridge followed by the scouts. He did not consider them his scouts. His scouts had been killed a long time ago and these were just men that he had been put in command of as replacements. It was not that he did not value them as warriors and comrades but if he were honest, they were not much else to him.
Mikal's team used all of their stealthy powers to flank the positions and close with the AA batteries. The other team neared the defensive positions, crawling on their bellies in the snow and between rocks until they were mere feet away from the heavy weapons and still unseen. Their team leader, Mikal had not remembered his name, sent two quick bursts of vox static to signal their readyness. Mikal's reply was curt as always.
"Do it."
In the next few seconds, the soldiers manning the defensive guns were overpowered and the scouts turned the heavy weapons around to engage the trenches. Mikal waited for the full response of the cultists to be placed on the defensive positions before moving towards the batteries. The progress was slow as they had to hide from retreating Iron warriors and othe chaos scum that were scrambling about the area. Mikal's team split up, each segment taking a different battery and working quickly to silently take out the battery crews and connect the melta bomb to one continuous line of det cord. With all of the explosives placed, the scouts retreated slowly and Mikal gave the word to blow the bombs. The man with the detenator hit the firing stud but nothing happened. Frustrated, he hit it a few more times to no avail.
"What now sir?" He asked Mikal. The man studied the batteries for a few moments in silence, and then without saying a word he drew his plasma pistol, aimed carefully, and put a well placed shot into the nearest explosive charge.
Marius saw the explosions from his position in the plains when the aa batteries went up. He grinned in appreciation of the pyrotechnics and heard a static bust of radio come through.
{Thunderhawks... descent.... fast..... prepare for reinforcements.}
The explosion is massive and as the Chaos Marines see this their moral shatters, fleeing and throwing smoke grenades to cover their tracks Chaos hounds soon begin to replace the foul warriors as they retreat while they dodge Space Wolf fire which is soon directed to the foul dog daemons that leap and claw at the Space Wolves. Mikal quickly moves on too assist his scouts as Chaos Hounds as released, Daemons soon begin to ambush the Space Wolves with Dark efficiency.
Marius sees the daemons coming in warp trails and has the bloodclaws pull back momentarily aand setting the grey hunters up in a simple fire line. Several of the daemons are cut down in the volley, and then charged by Marius and the blood claws, and the remaining members of the wolf guard. Hemlock yelling praise to the emperor as his weapon smashes into the daemons
Argylle realised that the Iron Warriors were cutting their losses in this particular combat. The siege experts were slowly drawing back, leaving the Argylle's warriors to fend for themselves. Which was exactly what he knew they would do. They were cold, untouched by either loyalty or sentimentality, and Argylle had planned as such.
Looking around, he identified the cornerstones of this section of the Wolves force, so far from their leaders. Here, a raging Blood Claw, an ancient Wolf in Terminator armour and a Rune Priest were lending charisma and support to their allies. With the cornerstones gone, they would crumble much easier. Argylle chuckled. The Iron Warriors thought he hadn't learned anything from them.
His blade scythed through the neck of the Blood Claw, and the blast of daemonic energy that the warrior's death fuelled struck the Rune Priest in the back, stunning him at the very least. The Terminator armour clad Space Wolf charged, lightning claws sparking through the air. Argylle caught them both on an angled blade, rolling inside the warrior's guard to elbow him in the face. Not life threatening, but damaging.
"We have you surrounded, you twisted creature!" howled the Space Wolf. Argylle sneered.
"Have you ever heard of an Iron Cage?" he asked.
The Space Wolf frowned just before the Noise Marines unleashed an impossibly coordinated barrage, Argylle's warriors dancing between shots as the Wolves dropped like flies around them. Not one of Argylle's men would be hit as long as they followed the dance of death the way he had told them to. It was his show, and any actor who deviated deserved to be cut from the script.
The Space Wolf howled, first in anger, then in pain as Argylle's blade entered his body through the stomach, emerging between his shoulder blades. The daemon sang in Argylle's mind as it drank the Wolf's essence.
[Prepare to move out. Our friends might need us elsewhere]
Marius saw the Chamion kill Rygeus one of his oldest packmates and he moved swiftly over his blood boiling in rage. The cahmpion turned to see him coming and backed of from the might of the massive armoured figure, not in fear, more of a healthy respect for the 1800 kilograms of raw power that was the Leviathan. Storm shield raised the snow flicked over the surface of it and the maw of the kraken was well and truly visible seemingly open in wait for the perfect meal. Marius diddnt stop moving, advancing like the juggernaut that he was his shield proceeding him forcing the raptr champion to dart out of the way from the heavily armoured figure and try to flank him. MArius chose to et the gnat move around him before turning on a dime and bringing himself closer to the warrior his sword now proceeding him and raised for a strike or a block, what ever was required.
"Indeed, I preferred the Iron Warriors at least those scum had some fight in them, come on then! Lets get 'em!"
Hemlock ran forward and slammed his weapon into a Noise Marine sending him flying back with a mighty blow before raising his Bolter and firing directly into a Raptors face with zealous fury...
(No trust me, when christmas finally does get there you do not want to feck with me. It isnt my favorite time of year as my ex dumped me on christmas day last year. Its simply that today im in a good mood.)
Actually, I'm kind of liking the idea of the havoc that losing their leader is doing to my force. It both makes it interesting and confirms my belief that the Alpha Legion win.
blood reaper wrote:(OOC; That's not very nice, I mean Christmass....bloody hell....
Happened to a friend of mine as well. Then the year after on New Years. Then the day after his birthday. Still, I admire the fact that he keeps trying.
blood reaper wrote:(OOC; That's not very nice, I mean Christmass....bloody hell....
Happened to a friend of mine as well. Then the year after on New Years. Then the day after his birthday. Still, I admire the fact that he keeps trying.
I can't see why people would do such things on such days unless it's out of pure malice.
In the end it turned out that she just diddnt feel the same way anymore. Found out she had been cheating on me for the last month with some bloke, then she had the gall to dump me saying i had betrayed her... wtf... whatever its over now bu this time of the year makes me bitter now
yep. I guess the point is that around xmas time it will be safer for Durza's char if he wasnt to close to Marius. My emotions tend to be expelled through my RP characters. It was this time last year if you remember reaper that Mariu sin dreadnought form did his rage quit out the front view screen of the carrier with syrath in his grip
Argylle grinned, and raised his own blade, streaking it through the air. The Wolf blocked it easily, but was somewhat surprised to find the blade had morphed into a whip in mid air when it coiled around his sword then pulled back, ripping it from his grasp. Argylle's smirk was interrupted when he had to rapidly dodge a swing of the Storm Shield which would have decapitated him.
[Exeunt] he commanded his troops. The clashing colours of the Emperor's Children rapidly disappeared. Argylle dodged another swing of the massive shield, grabbing the Space Wolf's sword from the ground and swinging it upwards. He was impressed by the massive warrior's agility in dodging it. The follow up swipe of the daemon blade left a tiny scratch in the Marine's armour.
Stabbing the Space Wolf's sword into the ground in front of him, Argylle took to the air before his foe could regain his balance.
OOC: I'm not terribly interested in dying yet, but it's nice to be offered.
Ouch that sucks. Specially for something that really she should have been concentrating on as well
(BIC) Marius takes his sword back grimacing slightly he would be ready for that next time they met. He looked at the scratch in his runic armour and shrugged it was the first that had landd for a long time. He might even keep it as a momento.
He looked around his warriors and realised that they had only lost a couple of warriors. The barrage hadnt been as bad as he had first thought.
"To the plateau brothers, we shall secure it so that our reinforcements can land."
They made a brutal charge up the slope cutting down heretics and stray iron warriors, wounded mostly. And the battle for the plateau was short lived. Soon the thunderhawks started coming down, among them The Leviathan's breath Land raider redeemer. Marius rana finger over its hull in salute and his wolf guard clustered around him waiting orders.
"Spread out, make hold this point, and defend it solidly. We shall use this as our forwards base, set up a proper communications tower. I need to contact the fleet. And I need to talk to our scout squad. I have a mission for them."
The Chaos Sorcerer looked down at the Space Wolves, a Aspring Sorcerer stood by him and watched as the Space Wolves defended the Plateau. Kremlin activated his comm-channel that was heard by both Emperors Children and the Thousand Sins Warbands;
Mikal's group had been surrounded by the hounds and daemons as they began appearing out of the ether of the air. The scouts formed a circle, all facing outwards as the malignant manifestations closed in. Mikal's shot was the first, sending a chaos hound into oblivion with a plasma bolt, in his other hand he gripped a pulsing blue axe that spilt daemon blood whenever it struck. Soon though, the daemons either fled or were destroyed, without a word, Mikal moved off, knowing the scouts would ollow him in kind whether he ordered them to or not.
"The Leviathan seems to have engaged some devotees of Slaanesh." One of the scouts reported. "I'm getting transmissions about noise marines and raptors."
A pause followed, Mikal said nothing until the last moment.
"Don't engage, we should examine their tactics and try to identify their leader."
"What about Marius?" Came a reply. "We should aid him."
"We will aid him in what way we do best, do not question me, scout." Mikal replied harshly and then was silent.
So the scouts watched from a distance as the enemy was slowly driven off, they made sure to record the enemy's fighting practices and tactics and then move off, eventually rendezvousing with the larger company after they had captured the plateau. Mikal and his group rode in on clouds of dust and frost as their bikes neared.
Marius saw the bikers coming to the plataeu and hailed the leader. When the scout biker drew near he noted the fresh kill marks on the bikes chassis. He grimly nodded.
"They hit us hard. But we broke them on our blades. The Iron warriors are retreating fast. Im expecting artillery strikes or some kind of long range response to this attack. Our long fangs have set up tactical missle relay's and are reay to take down artilelry targets but they need a marker. The Iron warriors will likely retreat just outside of the blast radius. But I need you to go deeper and laser mark the artillery emplacements for destruction. We have a couple of void shields up but they wont last. Make haste scout. I do not want to be eating long range fire."
There was a barrage of loud explosions as masses of fire slammed into the ground, setting it alight. Iron Warrior Mortors scorched the earth as the opened fire while flak guns were toed away to be repositioned, Hemlock growled as he saw through the shadows of the mountains. The Chaos marines had planned every step, it was obvious these marines were guarding something precious and would put up one hell of a fight for it. He readied his weapon and turned to Marius;
"Let's crack em open, I'm tired of these sad sods even thinking they can pin us down."
Captain Kernkov had perfectly planned the ambush, Kremlin had shown cunning and proved that they could be done with these wolves in hours. Scouts would be sent to stop them or try and counter attack but would be meat by mines and row upon row of razor wire, he'd made many preparations and had his Rubric Marines stay in position, ready to gun down any interlopers or smart arses that thought for a second they could brave the guns of the siege masters.
Marius saw the attack for what it was a bait. They were trying to bait the famous temper that he had into charging them, he grinned a bloody grin.
"Hemlock, call the thunderhawks, they no longer have anti air support and we ahve already destoryed their air assets, let us ignore the lines of defenses that they are most likely planning. organise two blood claw packs, the wolf guard will go and the scouts shall accompany us to laser mark the artillery for destruction. The rest of our brothers shall dig in. It will take more than a few mortars to wrench us from this place."
Argylle watched as the Iron Warriors opened fire. He wondered for a brief moment if they would have opened fire if his force had still been there before laughing at the stupidity of the question.
[Open a comm link to their commander. They're fighting for something, and I'd prefer to have them not trying to kill us if we help them.]
"Sir we've established a comm channel with the Iron Warriors, their commander claims they've found a buried Titan and are willing to pay handsomely for assistance against the wolves. He's willing to talk if you wish."
"Marius, we've got a slight problem Lad. The Chaos armies are blocking our comm--channels, If our Iron Priest is correct they have established a massive blocker behind their lines but it's protected by fields of mines and turrets."
"Then we will destroy it the same way we will destroy the artillery. Come get the thunderhawks ready. Small arms fire is their only defense against us now and none of them will be able to manually track a thunderhawk. We will insert behind thier lines while the long fangs, set about breaching a line in whatever defenses they have. The remaining blood claw pack can go with them and the grey hunters, but the other two blood claw packs, the scouts and my retinue will hit them where it hurts. Come brothers, THe Leviathan calls you!!"
The Chaos Sorcerer watches as the Chaos Marines begin to open fire on the Thunderhawks, Whirlwinds and Razor Backs sit in small gouges and cracks within the mountain side as they begin to unleash a hail of powerful hell fire. Chaos Havoc Teams begin to unleash a full round of motor fire on the Space Wolves who are forced to fly through the Hell storm, Marius watches as a Thunder Hawk's right wing explodes as a storm of doom bolts shatter it and send it slamming into the ground and shattering leaving few survivors, Hemlock stands firm as the ship comes under further fire as the Chaos forces intensify their barrage.
The marines get out from the wreckage unscathed all of the wolf guard surviving, the other three thunderhawk's make it through the firestorm and lay about with missles and other ordinance into the defenders allowing their cargo to hit the deck. And get stuck in. The wolf guard wheel about and with a hearty roar charge straight at the havoks, ignroing the pitiful blasts of mines and razor wire is batted aside by the heavily armoured troops.
Marius watches in horror as one of his Wolf Guard is reduced to a spawn, his armour bursting open as tendrils and talons crack open and his helm bursts into a fanged maw as his screams turn into foul howls and screeches, the beast runs forward as the Space Wolves are battered by magik and inferno bolts from hidden cracks in the surrounding mountains push the Space Wolves into a tight circle. Mortar positions begin to rain fire on the wolves which forces them back further while the main Chaos force begins to move further away, the Chaos Sorcerer looks down and turns away....
Marius spots the chaos sorceror and makes a beeline for him. As his wolves descend upon the point thier collective talismans and runes prevent any furthur psyckic attacks from being used. Marius with fury on his eyes assaults the sorceror slamming his blade into the Sorc's midriff
The Sorcerer dodges and parries with his Force Axe, he grabs his Bolter and fires at Marius shattering the cremite around his stomach throwing the Wolf Lord to the ground. Sneering the Chaos Sorcerer throws down a Melta Charge and dissipates into a swarm of bats and serpents that vanishes into the air.
Seeing the spawning of one of the wolf guard from just a few yards, Mikal showed no emotion but the scouts were horrified or dumbfounded. As they stood not knowing what to do, Mikal drew his plasma pistol and put the mutated warrior down before he could do any harm to his brothers with a searing bolt to his slavering maw. Mikal then moved off, his cloak flowing like a shadow behind him and the scouts followed.
"Where are we going?" One of the scouts asked.
"This bombardment isn't going to let up unless we do something." Mikal growled as if that explained everything. Mikal and the scouts moved to a ridge overlooking the mortars as the Wolf Lord fought the sorceror, he could see the defenses layed out and knew that a direct assault was suicide. They needed a way to strike from their current position. Mikal and the scouts searched the bodies of a few havoc marines and found a few missile launchers amongst the bodies, with not other option, the scouts loaded the launchers with rounds and waited for Mikal's command to fire.
"Are you sure about using chaos weapons sir?" One scout asked hesitatntly.
"Do we have a choice?" Mikal asked rhetorically. "Engage all targets"
The launchers roared and rained death upond the enemy.
The Missiles did not fire like those of the Space Wolves, each required a longer time to re-load but seemed to be light and less stressful to use and every time they fired a daemonic howl was let loose. Chaos Cultists were reduced to broken bodies and burnt flesh as the Scouts destroyed positions and smashed away Chaos barricades, but something was not right. A foul invisible thing stalked in the shadows and even Mikal was unnerved as a Scout was lifted into the air and torn in two by something sinister, blood spattered across the ground but some held in mid air as it hit the cloaked creature which snarled and slashed at the throat of another scout before dispersing again.
Mikal's combat blade was out in a flash but with no target he couldn't pounce. After the apparition seemed to fade and leave, Mikal growled in frustration, flashes of memory from his famous hunt of the mandrake ran through his head. The memories boiled his blood like nothing else. His face was set in rage, the scouts, originally scared by the apparition, were now offset by Mikal's show of emotion; something he'd never done in front of them before.
"Report to Marius, tell him I'm tracking something important." Mikal ordered. The scouts initially didn't move, unsure of what to do, that was until Mikal rounded on them.
"Now!" He barked and set them all off down the ridge.
Mikal turned back to where the shimmering creature had disappeared, he pulled his shadow cloak around him and melted icily into the shadows and rocks, following the thing's scent. He felt electricity in his veins; a feeling he had not had the Rysovo campaign...
Mikal and his scouts moved forward, a trail of dark red blood their path towards the shadow fiend. The sound of broken bones being tossed aside welcomed the Wolves into a small hovel that housed the beast, a shadowy fiend with long sword like claws, the beast broke its gaze over the corpse of the Scout and snarled at the living beings that it had left to cower in fear but events had proven different. Dropping the broken corpse, the beast roared and became further cloaked as it quickly moved away....
Marius cant even fight a sorceror for a few seconds and a bolter takes him down??? idk even in the first RO we were able to fight for a while, thats what made it good, even if i still lost we could at least try... Sorry, woke up grumoy and that'll be my b**** and moan for the day
(Bic) Marius thoughtlessly deactivates the melta charge and tosses it towards the artillery, ignoreing to cracked armour on his gut. He rises back to his feet, blade and shield still in hand and stalks towards the cultists his blade churning with its own roor slamming the visous chain in a hefty arc that growls so loudly that the veneer of ice atop the snow cracks. His body simply shunts the snow aside and his shield is highly visible with its kraken image. Upon seeing this apparition the cultists turn and flee squad upon squad just drop thier weapons and run. Terrified of the warrior that is the leviathan. His wolf guard surround him. "Let me look at your armour Marius, I may be able to do something for it." "It is but a scratch wolf priest, that sorceror is a coward a fool and full of luck. His bolter shouldnt have even dented this armour, and the cultists around here are nly using lasguns. I have nothing to fear."
OOC: It was Inferno Bolts, which are AP3 but anyways all Sorcerers are sneaky
The Space Wolves begin to clear away the rubble and dirt that surrounds them, shattered Chaos marines are burnt and destroyed while the wolves cherr and roar as they shatter the technologies of the Iron Warriors while Wolf Scouts seek out any remaning cultists. Hemlock hurries towards Marius, while two Wolf Guard drag the limp body of an Eldar behind them;
"Marius, we found this Eldar chained up in a small cave, we killed the interrogators and dragged her back here. What should we do with her?"
ahhhh. true but Marius doesnt know that. and besides i would have a 2+ save with Marius' runic armour... so the bolts still wouldnt have done anything
(bic)
(And so it begins)
"Release her. et me speak with her. Her powers... should she have them, are muted with so many runes and talismans around. Tell me Eldar, what is your name?"
"I.....I am Farseer Syess....last Farseer of Craftworld Cyrse.....I was captured.....he....he.....did this...the beast of the 13th hour.....he's here....he's coming for all of us.....help me.....by the gods help me....."
Marius takes the farseer by her arm and has her stand, he glances objectivley at her for a few moments, noting the lack of injuries bar a few brusies and the odd scratch. He turned her around and prodded hr towards one of the thunderhawks. "We have much to talk about farseer. You are safe with the Sons of Russ. Provided you are truthful and forthcoming with the information you posess."
Marius looks back to Hemlock.
"I will need your counsel old friend, and have the wolf guard fall in and return with us. WE shall both need help with this Eldar. The other packs should make thier way back to the command post. We are heading to alpha site"
"Alpha site? I thought that was in anouther system."
"No old friend, it is here on this planet. In the middle of the eye of terror. There is someone there I want you to meet."
"Thank you Wolf, I know he is watching he will stalk us. The beast follows, he killed of am entire craft world in a night of sorrow."
Hemlock looks wary, he is disturbed and worried;
"He walked through the domes of our world and slayed the Guardiens with his blades and burnt the Aspect Shrines to the ground with his sorcerery, he betrayed us.....he's after me and is following me...us...he's coming....."
Mikal tries to cut off the creature's escape but is unable to as the thing slips away at the last second. Mikal growls in frustration but stiles it and examines the remains of the cavern wondering if he might find any clues as to the identity of the invisible creature.
OOC: If I'm guessing right then you wanted me to find something Blood?
Marius looks at the farseer with a strange look before striding onto the thunderhawk. The chaos warriors had been wiped out in a large area the wolves having cut them down without issue. Marius watches as the farseer walks aboard and his wolf guard take thier places. The thunderhawk takes of and heads for alpha site. One of the Wolf guard asks
"What is the Alpha site Hemlock?"
"Hush lad, we do not speak f these things, just know that it is the landing site of the thirteenth. The Lord has been searching for this place for a long, long time."
"Tell the Iron Warrior that meeting face to face can wait. For now, we have enemies. Where does he need us?"
Argylle shook his sword, and it morphed from a katana to a broadsword so that he could sheath it. He was displeased at how badly the ambush had gone. No more than three or four dead, but on the other hand, his allies probably wouldn't be trying to kill him now.
".....Hunt them down.......follow their craft......"
The Raptors vid screens began to light up, a small red dot appearing only a few yards away from their position;
"Pursue, Crush, Return....."
The sickly and sinister voice faded, each word somewhat vile in its own way and and bestial daemonic scratching would ring in the ears of the Raptors as he spoke.
Mikal looked down as he felt the crunch of broken bones, those of the Eldar. Across the span of the cave, broken bones and armour lay in piles while the frantic and sinister symbols carved into the walls by the beast. The bloody and shredded corpse of the scout still lay on the floor, most of the remains still spieling out blood onto the grey cave floor but something stood out amongst the dark chamber, upon a broken and corked skeleton lay a Farseer's Helm......
The Thunder-Hawk journey was tense, Chaos marine gun positions lay in every mountain gap, crevice and creek ready to open fire but kept silent. The Farseer was shaken, while not physically the mind of the frail being had obviously been brutalized by some foul thing, her eyes darted from corner to corner searching for some sign of the invisible hunter was startled as the ship began to land. Alpha Site was a small grey base, battered by Chaos Attacks and obviously not at all what it once was.....
Marius was the first one down the ramp leading the party indoors. The base was small, no more than a few ferrocrete hab buildings and a command post. But underground was where the real treasure was he led the way through vaults of subterrainian caves finally he was forced to use the whirring teeth of Serpenttooth to saw througha bulkhead door. What lay beyond was a truly reverent sight. A stasis pod containing the last survivor of the thirteenth company, a rune priest.
"By the gods.....Can it be? Guard, get the pod open I have an Old Friend to speak with!"
Hemlock and the Wolf Guard begin to study the controls and panels of the chamber, while the Farseer is still left in her lonely world of fear and paranoia. She turns in fear as the hulking serpent form of a half mechanical half daemon creature that stalks through the door way and snarls as it sets a wolf guard alight with green warp fire, one of the Wolf Guard roars and runs forward only to be decapitated with a strike.
(BIC) Marius roars in outrage and moves to the front of the room bawling orders to his wolf guard to defend the chamber He persoanlly stalks towards the daemon his blade roaring and his shield crackling
"Oh hello, I'm impressed, my prey has found heavy cover to hide behind! Never the less I'll enjoy this!"
The daemon points his clawed hand towards Marius and laughs madly as a burst of green warpfire is unleashed at Marius, the Farseer jumps before him and draws a Wich Blade that crackles with energy. She runs through the fire and slams the blade into the beasts stomach before slashing at the beast, the daemon laughs as it grabs the Eldar before ramming his blades through her stomach and withdrawing them;
"Such a feeble thing."
The beast snarls but laughs, it lifts its right arm and creates a rip in reality before retreating back as Horrors of Tzeentch stumble through drenched in warp flames and dark magics. Syrath chuckles as he grabs the Seer by the neck and throws her against the ground as he raises his claws for a final strike......
Marius batters the horrors out of the way and throws himself infront of the claws, he doesnt know why he does it but his body runs on autopilot. But he is thrown aside not by the daemon, but by the farseer...
The Farseer grabs the beast by the neck and sends a bolt of energy through its neck, the beast stumbles back before being hit by a lance of warp energy that impale's the beast before firing volts of warp energy through its weak body. She falls to the ground but continues the barrage until the creature unleshes it's own psychic attacks that duel with the Farseers own, she presses the attack further but the daemon stands still realty to hold its ground. She begins to falter but runs forward and sends a psychic shockwave through the room.....
How the hell would a baneblade get down there? My great company doesnt use battletanks and all of them were brought via thunderhawk.
The great company doesnt even own a baneblade.... im sorry but you cant actually have that. And 6 vindicares? I would apprciate you noticing the fluff i have laid down for a reason. Unless they are iron warriors, those tanks never existed.
I didn't see anything about no using battletanks in your fluff, guess I missed something. I'll post something up tomorrow.
Anyway, Marines tend to be supported by IG, and considering they're facing the siege lords of the galaxy, it seemed reasonable they'd bring some big guns.
You're just going to have to accept that the only battle tanks in the great company are two predator annihilators and the Leviathan's breath. Marius' flagraider.
Marius was thrown backwards into the wall and he heard something snap, it was loud and audible but he diddnt feel pain. He sank to his knees and then rose turning swiftly to see a demolished daemonic spike that had been stuck between marius's armour and he wall crossways. How the spike got there he had no idea. Nut until he turned back to the daemon and saw anouther spike flying at him. His shield caught it and he looked through one of the slits at what was happening. THe daemon was being shredded. Its body peeling away from the intense energies the Farseer was throwing at it, finally there was nothing left. The daemon was gone. Marius knew somehow that it would be back.
The Leviathan moved swiftly over to the farseer and lifted her in one mighty hand slinging her over his back. fairly ungracefully but still safely.
"We need to leave this place before more chaos arrive. Hemlock take point I need you to clear me a path, Freiksson your melta charges are needed. We will need you to seal any alternate roots. This place will stay sealed until the warriors of Russ can properly archive its contents. We are lucky that that bulkhead was still sealed. And that our brother was there. We will need his aid with the Farseer. Come brothers, we must move!"
"We....must find.....my camp.....Marius....I can reveal all about the Daemon...I can warp us to the location when where outside but we must be quick;"
The Bones of the beast appear to move and shake;
"He won't be gone.....for long....he's.....healing....I must rest."
Hemlock brings up his Bolter as he see's the Skull of the Daemon beginning to re-attach to the spin, the Bolter fire slams into it reducing it to little more than dust and cracked bone. He loads it again as Daemonic Howls and snarls come from the doorway;
"Lets move, now."
The Space Wolves quickly left the chamber, sealing it until the true owners ever returned while shadowy daemons pursued.
Argylle and his Raptors landed amidst the humans foolish enough not to flee when they heard them coming. For those who were not stupid, there were another three squads waiting to hunt, so it mattered little either way. Argylle's sword stretched and morphed in an attempt to steal as much life for itself as it could. After half the humans were dead, the only thing holding the blade aloft was its own momentum, too long for even a marine to keep up. Argylle allowed it. It had been a while since it had eaten properly, and his men knew to get out of the way.
The blade shrank down to broadsword again as he stabbed the last man through the heart, rippling colours dancing along its length. Argylle stood and watched the other humans being attacked by his Raptors.
"My lord?"
"What?"
"These men weren't Guardsmen, my lord. Look." The Raptor revealed the chaotic tattoos on the men they had just killed. The Mark Undivided, with the occasional dedication to a single god. Argylle thought for a moment.
[Tell the Iron Warrior it's time to meet face to face. Things are more complicated than it seemed.]
(BIC) Marius leads the way to the thunderhawk his blade spitting and hissing as it hacks through the enemies in his path, incandescant bolts of plasma and bolter rounds flick out from his wolf guard. and around him a bubble of energy persists protecting him from attack, he mutters his thanks to the farseer.
Soon they baord the transport and take off without delay, heading towards the command post
The Farseer lay her head against the Thunder Hawks wall, badly bleeding from the attack by the beast but soon came too. Her eyes dulled but was able to look directly at Marius and Hemlock;
"The Daemon was an old.....friend...he has fully fallen....he had carved through my entire Craftworld.....there was only a few survivors.....we fled but he hunted us down....I am the last of my Craftworld, my father was slain by the beast as I fled.....I left him cowardly and now he comes for me, but with allies. He and his allies are seeking out a powerful weapon.....we must stop him.....but we have a small advantage.....his name is Syrath and a Daemons name is one of his few weaknesses. I must rest now, I ran for five days and had to avoid his hounds and servants."
The Farseer falls back, unable to remain concious under the strain of her wounds and psychic exhaustion.
".....I will talk and you shall listen....."
Out of bats and shadows, two figures form from the daemonic creatures that flutter and fly into place. One figure is a tall, skeletal daemon and a Chaos Sorcerer wielding a beldium staff. They approach the Emperors Children;
"My ally Kremlin see's that you wish to speak with him. Go ahead Sorcerer...."
I want those Wolves dead, kill them all. I will leave my forces behind so they do not interrupt you during this mission."
Mikal picks up the helmet, studying it, wondering what it meant to find it here. He wanted to continue tracking the creature he had spotted but knew taht he should be getting back to the camp soon, besides, he did not know the land well and until he did he was putting himself at a disadvantage trying to track a creature that was almost invisible.
Mikal looked around the room as if the invisible creature might be watching him from the shadows. "Until we meet again." He said simply and vanished out of the cavern entrance on his way back to the camp with the helmet.
The Camp had shrunk in size, the Space Wolves had needed to place Turrets and Weapon Emplacements around it to stop Chaos Marines from making any advancements or attacks any time soon. Mikal quickly was able to enter it, finding Marius and Hemlock returning with a wounded Farseer.....
Marius sees the scout and questions him on his absense from the camp briefly. Hearing what he has to say he nods and goes inside the command structure without anoutehr word. The Farseer carried in by one of his wolf guard. When they reached the briefing room with Mikal close on thier heels Marius had the wof guard prop the farseer out. And then everyone except the farseer Mikal Hemlock and the Rune Priest were sent outside to guard the doors. No one would enter the rom for some time.
Marius moves over to the far wall and his blade is mag locked o his hip, shield on his back. He braces both hands agains tthe wall and bows his head as if in fatigue.
"I am at a disavantage on this planet Farseer. My numbers are not endless. There are nearly 3oo Iron warriors on this planet. and barely 95 of my Kin remain after casualties. We have slaughtered many of the iron warriors, maybe close to fifty. And thier human cultists and traitor guardsmen have beeen falling like wheat to a laser sycthe. But still I am outnumbered. My tactics favor head on assaults. Yet I know not what it is I am fighting against. Any information on the type of troops on the planet would be more than helpful."
"I'm not sure, the beast....Syrath clouded by vision, he is surrounded by psychic wards and fields but I was able to break them for a few seconds, he's ready to face us. I believe, if he's mustered a force, Daemons will be involved, many but his forces.....allies are protecting a massive machine, utterly titanic and of mortal origin. For him to desire something so much, is unbelievable but I can tell you one thing....he's ready to kill anything in his path. Arrogance is his only weakness, the mind is your blade now."
Hemlock moves forward and swings his Axe into his hands and bears his teeth that glint in the flicker of the moonlight;
"I'll cut down this skinny wee pest once I get the chance, his kind ain't too 'ard."
"NO, the beast feed of my Craftworld, the souls of his own and burnt it too the ground, he's killed many other mortals and will feed off you if you let him, he uses your arrogance and pride against you. He's probably manipulating the situation as we speak, feeding off the death of our allies and foes. We must hurry and discover the plans of the foe before we are too late."
Marius taps one clawed gauntlet on the table in thought his tactical mind running through ossible strategies before it comes to a head. He convenes with his commanders and a quater of a terran hour later he and his command cadre emerge and start giving orders.
A thunderous roar accompanied a barrage of Chaos attacks, covered in shadowy daemons, the Sorcerer Kremlin raised his Force Weapon and sent a shadowy blast of daemonic fire that consumed several Space Wolves in seconds, reducing them to ash and flames, behind him a group of Rubric Marines followed. Flaming bolts slammed into those who opposed him while Kremlins showered his foes with warp fire blasts;
Iron warriors and sons woking alongside one anouther? What is this madness?
(BIC) The enemy force was obliterated in seconds by salvo's of missles that were fired from lon distance relay's, Kremlin was unharmed but try as he might he was no match for the 35 Krakentooth missle's that decimated his troops. THe few survivors were picked off in seconds by the bolter fire of the grey hunters and Kremlin himself is hard pressed to even retreat under the pinning fire of the company's longfang squads.
Kremlin raises his arm, a pall of black shadows and fire covers him and several of his Rubirc Marines, leaving them unscrathced and still pushing forward, raising his arm again he fires another barrage of warp fire setting marines alight with pain and terror.
"....Die....."
The marines appear to be in flames they seem to run around before dieing i huddles of ash. But bolter fire still comes seemingly from thin air. The farseer had erected defensive shields and illusions to draw the survivors close, and then Marius unleashed his gambit. The Wolf guard charged into battle unveiling themselves of the glamour that hid them and they were among the thousand sons marines the entire infantry was wiped out without relatiatiion and marius moved to intercept the chaos sorceror. With his blade raised he faces off against this newest nemisis
Kremlin slams his Force Weapon into Marius, twisting it upwards he de-arms the Space Wolf before grabbing him telepathically with his force claw and throws him into a wall with great force and power and with another strike sends Marius reeling backwards. Just before Kremlin can make a final strike Hemlock blocks the blade and strikes the Chaos Sorcerer repeatedly until he falls back, raising a shield of fire and flame so he can warp away.....
Th Sorcerer snarls, raising his burning force weapon h sends a pulse of pure fire directly at Marius knocking him back and allowing Kremlin to warp away in a pillar of light and fire which expands and explodes sending any around it flying backwards. As the dust clears the Space Wolves watch as Syrath tears through the gap in reality.
"So, my lord?" one of the Raptors asked as Argylle began thinking.
"Never trust a man who sends a daemon to negotiate for him. Still, as long as he needs us, we have nothing to fear."
"Apart from the Space Wolves trying to kill us."
Argylle laughed. This one was getting insolent though. He might need an accident soon to prevent a struggle.
"Indeed. We'll continue blitzing small groups of them where possible until our weapons arrive."
Several Rhinos arrived, full of Las-Cannons, Heavy Bolters, Missile Launchers and many other weapons, Chaos marines escort the vehicles as they empty the apc's.
Marius was shoved backwards by the blast but such an explosion could not fell the massive wolf lord. His 3 metre height simply absorbed theshockwave and his boots slid backwards a fraction in the snow. When he steadied he looked around. For such an assault the Thousands sons had failed miserably, the farseer's illusions had been perfect,
not a single space wolf had been taken by the enemies weapons.
Marius grinned a savage grin. His plan was working perfectly.
(OOC) Not a single Space Wolf, calling BS on that
"You cannot comprehend the power you are dealing with
Several Space Wolves fell to the ground, clutching their chests as something dark tore through them, something in the shadows. A small shard of light appeared, and blazed into a fire storm of warp fire that formed into cloaked being, it's head mostly covered by a ripped and black hood except for two blazing green eyes and crown of horns. Raising a hand, a burst of warp energy reduced a Space Wolf beside Marius to ash in seconds;[/i]
"You will all fall unless you give me my prize."[i]
The Daemon dropped its hood and snarled, the dark face of Syrath was revealed and snarled as Space Wolves raised their bolters. The daemon sneered as he sent bolts of warp fire across the field....
lol fine a couple of grey hunters then, but the reality is that there wouldnt have been any deaths on my side.
(BIC)
The illusion grey hunters are wiped out, it seems that even syrath cant tell the difference between an illusion and the real thing. Marius lets him believe that these grey hunters were real and charges forwards warpfire smashing agsint his shield but being absorbed by the Kraken's maw and he closes with the daemon with a sickening crunch as his sword sinks deep into the flesh of the creature.
Syrath jerks back and sinks his blades deep into Marius's stomach before pulling them out and laughing as he ducks and doges the brutish attacks and sends a bolt of energy that smashes into Marius sending him flying backwards. Syrath laughs as the Space Wolf Guard charges towards him and his decapitated and reduced to ash, Syrath turns and laughs as he uses his warp energy to hold Marius down. Bringing up his blades he laughs and kicks away another wolf;
"You can't comprehend the powers your dealing with! Great powers of Chaos, grant me your glori.....agh!"
Syrath roars and quickly raises his hood as the Farseer appears sending a pure wave of warp energy that burns and scars the beast forcing him to the ground, she moves forward and prepares to drive her blade into the daemon but is grabbed by the neck and slowly has her arm broken and slammed against the floor. Syrath snarls as she unleshes another blast of warp energy that forces him back, Syrath screams a howl of dark intent as he charges and grabs the Seer by the neck as she unleshes the wave of energy burning the flesh from his skull and rest of his body sending him screaming and howling into a shadowy portal but leaving the Farseer unconscious.....
In that case i have no wolf guard left... there were only ten to start with, i lost two on the first assault apparently, i lost anouther one soon after thats three gone. I lost some in the thunderhawk crash, so at least three, thats six, i lost anouther two down beneath the Alpha site base, thats eight, and youve taken the last of them now. Grats, i have lost at least a dozen wolf guard and a squad of blood claws. So thats at least 32 of 100 Space Wolves dead within one hour. Not Possible. THere is a reason THey are suppossed to be far more powerful than what you are trying to make out. They can use one hundred marines to wipe out entire legions of Chaos space marines... This is bs... (BIC) Marius blocks the gut thrust with his shield and shrugs off the warp power, his runes protect him from it and even as the farseer holds him back Marius slams his blade through the daemons neck.
(OOC) I'll remove the Grey Hunters in place of the Wolf Guard, but charging into combat will lead to death, also Runes won't always protect you from pure warp energy while within a zone of the warp leeching into reality.
Syrath cackles as the Blade misses him, he forms a staff from warp energy and sends a bolt of fire into the air, it explodes forming a ring of impenetrable warp fire around the two. Syrath laughs as he bursts into blue flames of dark magik and turns to Marius as his cloak burns away to show his twisted and feeble body.
Perhas not but with the combined energy of the Farseer's warding runes the runes on Marius' armour and the latent anti psyker qualities of the Space wolves in this case im pretty much immune. Also you forget that Marius has been around for 5000 years, his combat isnt exactly slow and sluggish, rather it is lightning fast and is extremely powerful because of his size and strength.
anyhoo
(BIC)
THe warp fires try to rise but they cannot, the powerful dampening effects upon the area prevent the flames from taking hold and they gutter out. Marius watches the daemon look around and sneer,
"Where is she? She is holding my powers in check I know it, TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!"
Marius ignores the daemon and walks forwards calmly, shield raised and ready and his blade twitching slightly.
Syrath tears a rip in reality that forms a black horse of bone and fire, Syrath mounts it and pulls a Power Scythe from his back and activates it. He rides away from Marius and grabs the exhausted Farseer, but leaves only a trail of fire in his wake.....
"Marius, we have to follow the Daemon, we can't let him use her, he was obviously willing to kill us all for her, meaning the beast must have some purpose for her."
The planet Nyros was one of fire, and around the Leviathan the fires of the planet licked around the edges of the rocky outcrop Marius was standing on. The leviathan had landed on the planet some months ago. Beseeched by the Ordo Malleus to hunt down a Daemon he had encountered before. That refused to fight any bar the Leviathan. And fled should any other attempt a battle. Marius had his weapon drawn, the Symposynaptic engine roared with life, no feu reuired and running purely of Marius' mental will. His shield was there as well, his powerpack charging the lethal energy arc generator that had fields of power coruscating across the maw of the Kraken. His Runic armour was shedding sott even as it tried to latch onto the giant astares and his bald pate was shining in the half light. Infront of him was a creature that was truly born of the nightmares of hell. A keeper of seecrets, fully 10 metres tall and covered in an alluring musk that threatened to overwhelm the Wolf Lord. But Marius was not fighting the musk, he allowed to to wash over him. But its effects were as naught, meerly a prescence. For Marius' will was iron, and there was nothing that such a soporific musk could do to his mind. However try as he might he could not move his limbs with his usual speed. It was no matter, this daemon was arrogant and she... it... was stalking towards him with all the assuredness of a natural predator, almost like the natural sinuous grace of a wolf.
But Marius was the wolf here. And the glint of that beast was in his eye. The blood call was strong in his veins and the Threkka Mjolnior burned in his mind. The prayer of the ancients. HIs thraot was dry from the heat but as he had been taught he began to recite the mantra, the powerful blessed words anathema to such a daemon.
"Es esmu šeit, pirms kalps manas dievs imperators cilvēks. Izplatiet jūsu slēpjas nevis oh velna gan velku, un rezultātā man neiekrītat kārdināšanā. Jo es sniegs šo ļaunumu. Tava prāta, ķermeņa jūsu mūžīgā dvēsele, ir nulle spēkam manu gribu ..."
And even as that daemon approached him she winced and that was when he struck. Moving forwards on a trail of fire as his boots turned over the scree on the rocks and lava lept from beneath his sword hammered forwards, he knew even as he began to move that the blow was futile, the Keeper would moe out of its way with nary a glance. And she did. But what she could not prepare for was the shield slamming in behind the weapon smashing the kneejoint of the daemon forcing her to one knee. Marius looped his blade around and brought it home, clashing heavily agains thte unwieldy strength of the daemon's own weapon. He allowed his weapon to slide off the daemonic edge and when the Keeper went to strike him he hammered an uppercut into her ribs. She had dodged at he last second and the blade barely nicked her flesh. But she fought back with a vengeance moving so fast that Marius in his affected state, was for the first time in decades. Actually enjoying himself.
"...Necieš domu dzīvot vairāk velna, es cast jūs atpakaļ pie elles bedrēm, un jūsu ķermeņa, atrodas mūžīgā damnnation par netaisnības esat darījis ..."
THe words were still licking from his tongue and the daemon was forced backwards by the mantra allowing Marius to push forwards, the exchange of rapid blows now setting the daemon on the back foot rather than himself. If an observer were to watch the battle they would see great arcs of sparks flying out from the blades, and the revving of an invisible engine as Marius struck again and again. His one hand smiting down against the daemon with arcs of pure undiluted power, in the form of a massive armour clad warrior of the stars. A true angel of death. Hammering blow after hammering blow struck down until with a mighty crack, the blade of the Kepper of secrets broke asunder and witha keening scream she threw the Wolf lord of his feet. Tons of plasteel and muscle tossed bodily with the immense psyckic force of the attack. So powerful was this that the very planet itself responded and a wave of molten lava swept up to cover the Keeper. But it did not kill her. She left from the path and towards the stricken wolf lord. But even as she leapt he was rising and his blade was acing up into the daemon's chest and with a final scentence spoken the blade dug into her chest and smashed out the other side.
"Jāpiegādā velns, āmen"
The Leviathan wrenched the blade free and kicked the daemon into the lava where she was consumed by he fire. THe greater daemon butchered by the wolf lord, who as he rose, had not a scratch on his body, his armour was a little rough from his tumble agaisnt the scree, but other than that he was unharmed. He tapped his vox.
{This is the Levithan. The beast is dead, I need a pickup.}
"I am half tempted to let the farseer be taken and decimate that beast from orbit. Kill two birds with one stone. But after she saved us I understand that we should follow. I belive it is time for the Leviathan's breath to be taken. Let the flames of its exhalation purge this world.
Bring up my Land raider. And have the company fall in. This isnt over yet. I want my army mobile in its transports within 15 minutes. Go priest. And find me my Terminator battle plate. I have a battle to fight and this daemon needs to be confronted with the only other suit of Runic Tactical Dreadnought Armour in our company. I thank Njal for giving me such a relic. And may the souls of the beast be purged!!!"
This bit of fluff is pointing out just how epic Marius is. He would have a stat line better than Logan Grimnnar remember? He Should be the Great wolf with his skill age tactical acumen and sheer strenght and speed, yet he chooses to be a warrior and wolf lord rather than a overall commander.
"Marius, we haven't been able to contact the ships. Something's been blocking them and this world is shielded, we can't bomb it."
Marius wathced as the Land Raider rolled up, and a Iron Priest waiting....
Syrath looked down at the Farseer, bloody and bruised and utterly willless, she did nothing as Syrath grabbed her and slammed her against the ground;
"Speak Witch! Tell me, what did you see in the mind of Marius? Tell me...I wish to see if he could be an investment!"
Tyranic Marta wrote:This bit of fluff is pointing out just how epic Marius is. He would have a stat line better than Logan Grimnnar remember? He Should be the Great wolf with his skill age tactical acumen and sheer strenght and speed, yet he chooses to be a warrior and wolf lord rather than a overall commander.
Clad in broken robes and cloaks, Syrath appears as a feeble being, Syrath's body is ragged and broken, little flesh and skin hangs from his bones, somewhat blending with his robes. Supporting this is Syrath's brittle and broken bones, each en-graved with runes and words of long dead races, each destroyed by its service to Chaos gifted to them by Syrath himself. Syrath's face is almost devoid of flesh, feathers and scales dot parts of his skull that have not been gnawed away by maggots and flys that hide in the mummified and hollow flesh of their host, Syrath's appearance is a great strength. Foolish and arrogant warriors will look down on the weedy being and laugh as they charge, but they will fall.
Syrath is a grand Sorcerer, the being has mastered all arts of the Daemomicon and has gained the favour of each Chaos God, under the black robes he wear festers a foul Intellect that looks down on the foe and sneer as they struggle to slay him under the barrage of black magik's and sorcery that Syrath has mastered. As one moves closer they become horrified and see's the rotting beast approach , in one hand sits a staff, crocked and made of bone and silver it sprouts a single eye that looks down on the next victim when it comes crashing down and sucks the life from the enemy. And in the other sits Fellbane, a bleak sword made of black steel and utterly corrupted by Chaos, once said to have been in the hands of a powerful Chaos Sorcerer but now lies in the broken fingers of Syrath.
If one was to seek Syrath's history they'd find broken bones and charred worlds but if one was to look into the mind of Syrath they'd find a horrific and bloody one. Syrath's first victim was his Craftworld, once Syrath was a member of the Seer Council of Craftworld Cyrse, Syrath was left in the shadow of his Sister Sŷess, who was second only to their father Harlœw who had lead the council. Angered and in a fury Syrath heard the whispers of the Chaos Gods and was corrupted quickly, Syrath left the Craftworld seeking the 'truth.' Syrath returned, a Champion of Chaos and sorcerer at the head of a Dàemonic host. Syrath invaded the Craftworld and lead his armies, utterly shocked by his corruption, Syrath's Father lead a final desperate charge against him but watched as his former flesh and bone sucked his soul from its stone and continued his murderous rampage
Syess and a few others fled, while the last of the Eldar accepted their fate and made a final stand against Syrath. The being had swelled with power and towered over the Eldar but before it could strike the Eldar chained Syrath's true form of the warp. Syrath raged, but did not despair. He could still cause despair and destruction with his form despite its weaknesses.
Nope, just a reference to a very powerful wolf lord who fought and nearly killed Magnus the red (The thousand sons daemon prince primarch) and almost on his own, beat the daemon into submission... Thats a wolf lord... younger and far less experienced than Marius, fighting a PRIMARCH. The Space wolves are DESIGNED for that kind of thing. And Marius has 5000 years of fighting all manner of enemies. He has literally seen he rise of the Tau empire. Would have been on many many battles against daemons and chaos space marines, he knows how they fight, and he is the most powerful daemonhunter outside of the ordo malleus.
"Chaos Marine forces have shifted eastward, Several scouts sighted a mounted Daemon leading them along with a Terminator armoured Chaos Sorcerer in tow. I have readied your amour but a transmitting single has reveled this message, it is directed to you sir."
The Iron Priest places a small pod-device on the ground, it activates revealing a grainy holo-capture of the Daemon from earlier, far taller and without its broken robes and damaged structure and fully healed. Next to him is a bloody and wounded Farseer, smiling Syrath clicks his fingers, a Space Wolf is brought in chained and broken before being placed on the ground. Syrath slams his talons into the back of the wolfs head before a swift decapitation;
"I will make sure I repeat this process, on everyone of your brothers Marius until you come alone with no allies to my location. Be their in an hour!"
OOC: It seems unlikely that a Wolf Lord nearly killed Magnus when even Russ wasn't able to without a helping of dumb luck...
Also, I'm pretty much gone until sometime in the New Year, so do what you want if anything with my band of crazies.
BIC:
Argylle chuckled as he set the marines into small squads with heavy weaponry to support his Noise Marines, waiting for the arrival of his other Raptors. The final group arrived within minutes, carrying a cultist.
"My lord, we believe that this one is a psyker. He could be used to summon allies from the Warp."
Argylle laid a hand on his sword as he looked at the tiny man before him.
Well? He is... usable.
"Prepare him. You know the procedure."
"NO!" screamed the cultist as they tied him down, tracing obscene symbols in the ground around him with the blood of his cult.
"I hope you're ready to serve your masters," Argylle laughed, raising his blade to plunge it into the man's heart, completing the ritual.
"No." the cultist repeated. His eyes were glowing. A lance of fear shot through Argylle just before the man exploded in a shower of gore and purple energy. The energy became a sphere which blasted outwards and collapsed in on itself at the same time. The first of the marines back on his feet looked around in confusion. Argylle was gone.
Its written in canon fluff.... so i dont really care if it seems unlikely it happened.
(BIC) Marius growls. "How many of ous did they capture?" "None lord, he is using some kind of illusion to project that image, all of our warriors are accounted for and there are no other Wolves in the eye. You made sure of that before coming if i remember correctly." "Quite right old friend. He is clearly insane, But as much as I want to put this beast down, I can do it alone. I dont need you with me old friend. But give me the Fenris Protocol." "Yes lord" Hemlock hands marius a small black sphere, clearly xenos in origin that seems to swirl with black and gold in its depths. After taking the shpere Marius gingerly handles itbefore stowing it in a pouch at his waist. "Should I be forced to activate the Protocol you are to open fire on my position, Understood?" Running the drum?" "It has been a long time hasnt it?" "Are you up to it?" Marius grins a feral grin. The kraken tattoo on his head writihing with sorcery over his pate. The tentacles seemingly alive. His shield is also affected and the Kraken on it seems to want to rear out of the ceramite. Indeed every inch of his tactical dreadnought armour seems to be writhing with purpose, in an incredibly feral and animalistic way. "Who would I be if I wasnt ready old friend? The Leviathan shall rise" "And the seas shall roil..."
Marius sets out, on foot moving across the ground in a two legged lope, his armour having been designed to move rapidly across such ground as this. His entire body seemed to morph into a predative sprint. Every muscle working to push him forwards faster. The position wasnt far when he was running like this. it was highlit in his neural implant like a red dot before his eye.
If there is room I would like to make an inquisitor.
Name:Inquisitor Farron Blackthorne
Faction: Ordo Hereticus, Inquisitor
Age: 603(9/10 of his life spent in warp travel as well as gratuitous Juvenat treatments) Obvious appearance mid 40s
Appearance: With many thick scars from shrapnel and lasfire, and cheap looking augmetics, most who see Farron Blackthorne assume that Farron is a battered Imperial Guardsmen. Those who assume thus are gravely or to his enemies fatally mistaken, Farron is in fact an inquisitor of fairly high standing in the ordo hereticus. His 'cheap' augmetics are in fact top of the line augmetics that he intentionally ordered to look cheap so as to make undercover work far easier to achieve. Farron Blackthorne's augmetics however were not implanted due to their superiority over the biological part, but necessary replacements of parts lost in action. Blackthorne's augmetics consist of: augmetic right eye with various spectrum options, several digits on his left hand, right side of his torso(lung and ribcage), as well as his right leg. When not undercover Blackthorne is generally sardonic with a dry wit, and due to his life as an inquisitor Blackthorne is very cynical.
When on the field but not knee deep in an undercover investigation Blackthorne generally wears a suit of Kasrkin armor for its protection with Death Korps trench coat he obtained after a short but frigid campaign on Bastion. Generally whilst in this garb Inquisitor Blackthorne has an astartes frost axe given to him in secret by Logan Grimnar after the first battle of Armageddon for saving around 1000 guardsmen from the extermination that occurred afterwords, Blackthorne also carries a battered hellpistol that his mentor gave him prior to his ascension to inquisitor.
History: Farron Blackthorne's life truly began with his first Inquisitorial mission during the year 444. M41 at the first battle of Armageddon. During the battle Farron grew to respect both the guardsmen of the 48th Selusian shock troops and the enigmatic Space Wolves. When Farron learned of the plans for the regiments who fought on Armageddon after the daemon primarch was sent back to the warp Farron scrambled for a way to save any he could, and he came up with a way to save many(though few in comparison to those purged by the inquisition) guardsmen, he declared that the remnants of the 48th Selusian shock, were all his acolytes. While many inquisitors on location were vehemently against his actions no sanctions could be filed against him due to a disappearance of all files related to requesting sanctions disappeared conveniently. Over time Farron more than made up for his mercy in the eyes of his fellows by persecuting and unraveling many heretical cults. Five years ago Blackthorne was on a hunt for some heretical spies that led to the very High Lords of terra, in perhaps the most infamous act of the inquisition to date Farron Blackthorne hunted family members from the families of two High Lords of Terra at terrible cost to his acolytes, in the end though he managed to capture and kill his targets. This did not earn Farron any friends. Wise to this for the past five years Farron has been keeping a low profile lest his enemies find him and assassinate him.
Equipment: Frost Axe, Hellpistol, battered Kasrkin armor, inquisitorial rosette, augmetic lung, eye, fingers, and leg
Quote Your power and influence may buy you armies to enforce your goals, and fortress' to safeguard against the threats levelled by man, however I act with the power and might of The Emperor behind me, I with the power vested to me by the God Emperor of Mankind hereby deem you Excommunicate Traitorus, may the warp take your soul -Pict recording found in the aftermath of the purge of Two great Houses on Terra
Marius was halted by the appearance of the mounted Daemon, the daemon-horse halts as Syrath dismounts and moves forwards towards Marius, raising one crooked hand he fires a purple bolt of lighting that strikes the Space Wolf but only knocks him back. The Daemon roars but smirks as it removes it's cloak and chants a Daemonic spell;
"Gods of Chaos hear me, raise me from this broken form into Syrath the Immortal!"
Syrath cackles as he is forced to the ground by an invisible power and slowly with arms spread out lifted into the air and struck by blasts of arcane lightning, an explosion of purple fire signals Syrath's resurrection into a fanged, winged Daemonic beast that howls and roars before flying into the air and diving down towards Marius crashing into the ground and swatting the wolf away with his tail, Syrath moves forward raising his neck and unleashing a wave of flames that melt the ice and snow before him, Marius swipes at Syrath but is blocked and thrown back and sent crashing into a rocky crevice. Syrath roars again and using his massive claws grabs a large broken piece of rock and lobs it at Marius.....
Farron had been thrown through a ships door way into an escape pod and sent spiraling down to some broken empty world with no idea of what would happen next, red lights lit up in the pod but soon all black for a few seconds before violent shacking and a final stand stop. Farron looked out through a view port and saw that the pod had been wedged between two pillars of ice carved into a dark symbol of Tzeentch and watched as the entrance of the pod fell open revealing a dark icy land scape dotted by spires of ice and broken metal......
(OOC) Once Durza's able to post I'll set up a situation for him
The rock shatters agaisnt the Tactical dreadnought armour marius is wearing and he stands, he feels no pain as the daemon had only impacted his shield in those seconds of frantc attack and he moved forwards with sure purpose. Whe the daemon tries to strike Marius with its tail again he lops the end of it clean off with his sword.
The sword only digs into the bone allowing Syrath to push away Marius and unlesh a blast of corrosive warp fire from his maw that burns and cracks Marius's armour, an upward swipe sends Marius flying up into the air and hit by a second wave of doom bolts.
Marius catches the bolts on his shield and advances implacably forwards, his TDA almost undamaged by the assault. His shield weathers anouther volley of warp fire before he slices off most of the fingers on the daemons hand.
The Axe is caught in Syrath's boney hand and thrown away along with several of the daemons fingers, the beast opens its maw and unleshes a blast of corrosive fire that burns and cracks Marius's shield before being swiped away by a strike from the daemons fist.
Sitting dazed in the battered remains of the escape pod Inquisitor Blackthorne blearily set his gaze upon the frozen wasteland around the crash site. Slowly moving his aching form, Blackthorne undid his crash harness and returned his old frost axe to the frog slung over the back of his battered trench coat. Searching the pod he found some basic survival gear such as food stuffs, water, a small stove, and a small Vox unit. Slinging the goods into a pack, Inquisitor Blackthorne limped out of the crash ready to bring vengeance upon those Chaos born wretches who destroyed his transport and killed his few remaining acolytes.
The crunch of gravel signalled the arrival of the trackers, hunched grostuqe heretics that hunted their prey, strange mutated faces mounted long noses that could sniff out the prey while rusty daggers and knives where coated with the dried blood of those foolish to judge the beasts by sheer appearance. The alpha pack leader looked down on the Inquisitior and twisted his head, saliva and blood poured from the broken gums of the thing as it pointed a crocked finger at Farron;
Marius grunts in pain as the claw smashes into his wrist throwing his arm out, the Leviathan feels his weapon slipping out of his grip and he follows it to the ground, holding on to it and rolling to avoid the flames that spurt from the daemon's maw. He rolls into a crouch and dodges to one side as the tail of the beast whips down and cracks the rock. The tail snaps out and he dflects it off his shield then kicks off powerfully from his legs and shoulder charges the daemon's chest. The impact of that blow sent the daemon reeling and slamming him to the ground. The Leviathan sees the daemons claw coming and raises his shield to block but the tail curls under his shield and with an audible snapping sound whips it off his arm. Marius feels the shield being tugged away from him but his sword comes down and he pinions the tail to the rocky ground by lancing it deeply the tail twitches franticly trying to be free but the blade holds fast. A claw swipes mightily at him but he dodges more lithely than his TDA would suggest possible. Before leaping in his armour over anouther swing and lands with one knee slamming into the daemon's chest pinning him down. ONe claw swipes up and Marius catches it in one hand, then repeats the motion with the other. To late he realises his mistake as Syrath looses a massive spurt of fire directly in Marius' face. The Leviathan feels the skin peeing from his face only to be healed over by the Astartes blood. His hand reaches back and witha titanic effort slams into the daemon's neck, causeing the flames to cease and the daemon to let out a choked cough and splutter as the flames backfire down the daemons throat and a scorched scream rips from the creature as it scrabbles at its neck. Marius pins the daemon's head down with one hand and with the other begins twisting it into the snow until an audible crack is heard. And the daemon lies still. Mariu sstands, the left side of his face and one eye melted away, the bones open to the air. And his breath rattling through the side of his cheek. He brings one hand up tot he auterised wound and grunts in amusement as he feels his tongue. He takes hs hand away and turns to the farseer, seeing her battered on the ground.
"Looks like we both need prettying up then dont we?"
Even as the words leave his lips he sinks to his knees and then hits the snow, face first, still able to breath because of the hole in the side of his face. The frie cauterised the wound and Marius feels himself blacking out. He manages to get a vox message off. {This is the Leviathan... The beast is dead... I need a pickup."}
The Farseer nods but steps back as Syrath rises, his body wracked with pain and visuly damaged and broken but still massive in size and height, he lets out a thunderous roar and a barrage of doom bolts that send the Farseer and Wolf flying and burnt backwards while the laughs and snarls, enraged the Farseer unleshes a warp lance that sends Syrath reeling into a crevice and crashing down only to be impaled by a long spire of rocks and ice that tear the daemon in two but only to sew back together into his previous cloaked form that raises a hand to avoid the light from the Farseers attacks;
"Beast, weakened and alone you will die here with no Honor and great shame, you are pitiful and weak amd nothing more than a pawn. You were once family but now are nothing!"
Syrath is enraged and runs forward dodging the psychic blasts and grabbing hold of the seer slamming her face into the ground while dragging his blades through her back and into her neck only to be seared by a burning lance of warp energy that sets him alight;
"Gods of the past aid me, Crush this beast and leave it to die!"
The Seer charges forward and strikes Syrath with such psychic force that tears a slit in reality that begins to drag Syrath in, screaming the daemon grabs hold of her ankle and laughs but watches in horror as the warp portal begins to collapse and explode. Syrath tires to scrambl out of the portal but the blast caused incinerates him and sends the Seer, broken and wounded flying backwards....
(lol marius is unconcious so your going to have to keep going... what did you think of that btw? I thought that was more of the Marius we know and love)
Sorry I didn't see that bit, and very nice though the Farseer is a bit more than unconscious at the moment
BIC;
Hemlock and what remained of the Wolf Guard looked around at the blasted land, they had found Marius and Syess. Both uncouncious, and highly bruised and burnt, they'ed also found the remains of Syrath. Melted and brittle bone still red with energy, Hemlock raised his weapon and swung at Syrath's skull but saw the the sacred Croxious had done no damage and was dented;
"Let's move now."
Marius awakens some time later, the first thing he notices is a reticue infront of his vision. Clearly a bionic implant. The next thing he notices is the hard casing around his jaw. Or half of it anyway. He stretches it and finds it quite malleable to his will. The thralls aorund him notice his wakefullness and scurry around him but he is unconcerned with his wn injuries, they seem to have been healed efficiently. And so with a casual backhand he stands and takes his sword and shield from beside the ceramite slab he had been positioned on. He moves through the Command centre heading for the command room. Still wearing his Tactical Dreadnought Armour he looks an imposing sight as he opens the doors with a bunt from one hand.
From above, the sky rained death in the form of hundreds of drop pods and Druchii pleasure barges, their occupants eager to rend the flesh and eat the souls of those below. With a hideous crash of thunder, a churning pillar of warped flesh with a thousand eyes lashed out with dark magick that turned men into hideous Chaos spawn that flocked to their new master and creator. Dark Eldar warriors poured splinter shots into the power armoured formed of traitor marines, their screams of pain causing near orgasmic pleasure in the sadistic aliens. Death had arrived on this world, and none would leave it without the will of X'tasir.
"The Daemon's remains have dispersed and Chaos Forces have been seen engaging Xenos, both sides have heavy weaponry and we are moving around them to avoid spreading the fighting out. The Farseer has awoken but has no knowledge of anything, but she appears to only remember your name and that beast...."
The Dark Eldar and Iron Warriors engage in a bloody fire fight, blasts and explosions shake the land as battle tanks push forward while skimmer vehicles fly past sniping off heavily armored troops, blasts that consume entire squads soon appear as the Iron Warriors activate the beacons attached to Cultists and call down motor fire on the foe...
(BIC)
Marius talks with his command echelon for a time sorting out a new strategy for what was to come. Both the Xenos and the Chaos warriors would have tobe purged. Hemlock confided that the wolf spirits of the place were strong. The planet wanted us here for some reason. Eventually Marius decided that he ould have to go and see the Farseer.
"Take me to her."
Hearing the Heretic's cries Blackthorne dove into a small dip in the frigid ground. Drawing the battered hellpistol on his way to the prone position, quickly firing several well aimed shots that killed the blew a lemon sized chunk through the things skull. Along with two more that planted the beast-men on their backs.
The Creatures squealed and hissed as they charged, the first was brought down easily with a single shot and falling into pieces of broken and burnt flesh while the second takes two hit from the frost axe to slice into two spraying blood and pus across the snow.
"The use of psychic power here is dangerous....and the beast.....the beast....it....it may have played a role but I don't know.......I just don't know Marius...."
Marius turns away looking uot one of the viewslits. He releases a rather massive sigh and turns around. His hand resting heavily on the butt of his blade as the tip hits the ground. One massive shoulder rolls a little before placing the blade back on its bracket.
"Meet me on the snow fields as soon as you can. We have this place under our control, and I have something to talk to you about."
"If you had the power I had now... As the wolf lord of a slightly depleted great company. How would you go about ending this war? Winning these battles? I have a strategy. But i would hear your thoughts."
"Kill the beast and it's Servents, hunt them to the ends of this planet and stop them before they become more of a threat but it may be hard and this world is protected by evil things, I can feel it....I don't know how but something dark protects this world."
"That is the eventual goal, but first we must shatter the backbone of thier forces, allow us the time to hunt the beast without retaliation. That is when we can strike the daemon down."
"We must find what they....he....protects, if he was so willing it must be impotent or vastly dangerous...I must rest but if we are too stop the beast you should follow it, it will have a psychic trail or warp presence."
Marius shakes his head slowly
"I cannot track such things, and my company does not have one who can. Rune priests are not a common sight in my Great Company. And Hemlock is not attuned. And I must say that in all my 5000 years of service i have not seen a rune priest in the company once. Either way this means that I will need your help tracking the beast. We leave tomorrow at dawn. Get some sleep farseer."
"Marius, what is a Farseer? I have never heard of such a term Wolf Lord in my time of existence which I lack knowledge of."
As the Farseer limps back to the camp Marius is meet by Hemlock;
"That las ain't well, I think she's taken a bit more than a bump to the head and in this place with so much warp energy and such a fragile mind may be dangerous but I think she deserves a life, should we help?"
Marius looks at his mentor,
"I would say so. She deserves that much after how she has helped us. I shall need your help old friend, in the days to come. I have a suspision that there will be events that shake even my faith. And I will need you here to guide me through those times."
"I'm here to help Marius, let's move my scouts tell me a Chaos force of Black Legnoniers has appeared near the northern mountains and is moving towards the last location of the Iron Warriors."
"Let them, I have no immediate issue there. We can hit them with a missle barrage if we have to later. What I need to do is mop up the survivors of the battle between the iron warriors and the Dark Eldar Xenos. Nothing shall stand before the Leviathan. COme brother."
"Fine, I wonder if the beast still stalks us, I smelt it enter the camp earlier."
The sound of a horse snort turned the heads of Marius and Hemlock as Syrath mounted atop his horse approached;
"Hello gentlemen, it seems you have something that belongs to me, hand over the girl and none of your men will be executed or killed. I suggest you give me her, unless her mind is broken, I have no need for shattered instruments."
Syrath clams his Daemonic horse and pulls forth a blade that bursts into flames as Hemlock runs forward and shatters his Crozium, it explodes in seconds into thousands of shards.....
Marius shoulders Syrath in the gut hard enough to send the daemon sprawling.
"You can either leave now daemon or be beaten by me again., I really ont care which, the result will be the same in the lng run. But I suggest you take into account the fact that the Farseer has a... well a problem. Her memory has been decimated. She is of no use to you. Leave daemon before I am tempted to rip off your tail and feed it to you."
"Ah but you forget, without the girl my powers are in no way deminished by her runes!"
Syrath swipes at Marius with his flaming blade which re-forms into an axe as Marius tries to block it only to be knocked back, and second swipe opens up a gouge in Marius's armour. The beast opens its maw and unleshes a torrent of flames but keeps its distance;
"It seems the girl no longer posses a threat but could easily be a benefit if her mind is weak, a good servant indeed!"
Marius doesnt let the beast leave his blade slicing clean through one of the horses legs, the daemon leaps from is back and turns only to have Marius leap from the ground and tackle him out of the air. His shiel slamming into the daemon's hand shattering the bones and snapping the handle of the weapon there. Marius' sword hgacks down and severs the membrane in one of the daemon's wings making it useless. The daemon trys to unleash a torrent of fire on the wolf lod but Marius' hand snaps around the beasts neck causing the fire to become lodged in its throat buring back donw the beasts neck. A hefty blow smacks into Marius' shoulder, the beasts tail doing its best to dislodge the massive warrior but to know avail. THe daemon's most powerful blows unable to shft the Space Wolf. Marius brings his sword up and with a great amount of vitriol begins pounding the butt of it into the daemon's eyes, shattering the hard orbis bones and the front of the daemons skull. Marius feels great impacts on his armour, claws trying to rip it asunder but a squick slash to each shoulder makes the arms fall limp as he continues brutally bashing the front of the daemon's skull in. A few seconds later Marius feels the daemons legs shift under him and he finds himself n his back, the daemon atop him with one foot pressing his back into the snow. Marius grunts in a musement before slamming his shield into the daemon's ankle shattering bones and tearing the flesh apart with the shield's energy field. His body rises swiftly and his shield smashes into the daemn's gut sending him to the gorund and then his balde comes down in an arc aiming for the beasts chest. A hefty wing blocks its path and Marius feels the chin blade of his Frost sword dig in for a few seconds and then spray gore all over the snow as the monomolecular blade edge saw's through the wing sending it slumping to the ground in a cloud of blood and the sword travels home to the daemon's chest, lodging there and with a great revving sinks into the daemons chest and punches out the other side digging into the snowy ground.
With one hefty wrench Marius draws the weapon free. Leaving the daemon battered and useless, but still very much alive. Pulped eye sockets unable to see what the Wolf lord is doing it comes as a great shock when Marius plants the barrel of Hemlock's plasma pistol in the beasts eye and fires a incandescant pulse straight into the daemon's brain.
Hemlock screams in pain, his arm is looped off as Syrath's battered torso limps away sending bolts of pure warp fire (Bolt of Tzeentch, this will stun you), at Marius. He falls as the energy slams into his knees while Syrath slowly is able to form a cloak over his broken body and sneer;
"Sorry but must dash! I have buisness to attend too!"
Marius catches the bolt on his shield but is thrown off his feet at the concussive force. He stuggles to his feet with one of his armour servo's whining in protest but when he stands all he can see is Hemlock's ar cauteriseing. He moves over to the Wolf Priest and with a tap on his vox calls anouther, lesser wolf priest to give his mentor a bionic arm...
Syrath's broken and shattered form crawls away laughing and sneering, his nose and horns cracked and almost missing but still able to form some basic words. Hemlock, utterly raging grabs the other Wolf Priests Power Axe and raises it over the beast which laughs again as it re-forms into a black crow that lets out a gleeful cry as it flies away leaving most of its original form strewn across the field.
With another pair of shots Inquisitor Blackthorne sent the final mutant on its back, crippling the thing and disarming it. The mutant howled in pain and rage. Holstering his pistol, and picking up one of the rusted blades from the frozen ground Blackthorne walked up to the maimed heretic. "Now, tell me about where you came from, and where I can find your superiors. If you do this I will end your life quickly, if not.." Blackthorne plunged the knife into the heretics other hand,"I will finish you off as slow as I possibly can.".
"Lord....Lord.....Lord Syrath told us to remove threats to our plans.....we saw you as a threat and moved in...he promised us a fate worse than death if we failed....we had to comply.....with his orders...."
A Black Crow looks down on the two, it lets out a shriek and flies down hissing and clawing at the Inquisitor with furious attacks.
Snapping the hellpistol from its holster Ferron Blackthorne snapped a round into the crows breast, and swiftly turned the pistol and shot the mutant with a double tap to its head."Now, I just have to find a way to get to this Lord Syrath.". Remembering the Vox he toggled it on and called on it in high gothic "A hunter of darkness seeks aid, any hounds in the vicinity."
OOC: I am not metagaming, Hounds are used to help the hunter, and an inquisitor deffinately qualifies as a hunter, so nothing is meant specifically against(or for) the Space Wolves
"Only those of Khorne.....Syrath.....he is close and watching us....he....he...no my lord...oh no!"
The Crow snarls and slashes at Neck of the Hunter who falls back cowering stabbing at the crow to no avail, it hisses and cries;
"You have failed me, you die now scum!"
The Crow grows larger into a crocked and skeleton-like form, it grabs the hunter and raises a long sword to its neck;
"I'll gut you like a fish, I've no time for failure anymore and you will first my sate for vengeance!"
Inquisitor Blackthorne leaped back, realising his hellpistol had minimal effect on the Crow Blackthorne dropped the hellpistol and drew his Frost Axe. Swinging at the skeletal being Farron was blocked by the impromptu mutant shield, withdrawing the axe Farron started circling with skeletal warrior.
"You have no idea of the power that you are dealing with!"
Syrath raises his arm forming a shield of daemonic birds and bats that stop the blows of Farrons frost axe, Syrath disperses the shield and unleashes a barrage of warp fire and doom bolts that blow Farron back into the snow.
Slowly standing up and grabbing his hellpistol Inquisitor Blackthorne was muttering. However this muttering was not that of a mad man, but the litanies of exorcism he had learned upon the desolate hives of Armageddon. Bringing up his hellpistol he toggled it onto automatic and let loose a flurry of shots into the Daemon's chest.
The bat swarms did nothing, Syrath was thrown back but did not fall and clenched a fist of warp energy and slammed it into the ground beneath Farron leaving the Inquisitor gritting his teeth;
"Do you even think I can be killed Servant of the corpse!"
Syrath watched as the bright white sun light of the icy sun beamed down on him, an uneasy smille across forcing Syrath to cover himself with his cloak further obviously fearful of the sunlight.
OT: BTW I am back, but I am back with some new Dakka BIC: Realising he couldn't kill it Inquisitor blackthorne rapidly ran towards the various beams of light pertruding through the clouds, as long as he could keep this up he may be able to flee. Thumbing his vox, switching it to various channels he said "To Imperial Forces, This is inquisitor Blackthorne I require assistance near monoliths on a frigid plain, I will activate my emergency transmitter, help is needed urgently!".
"Yes flee! Run and cower in terror of Syrath hhahahahha!"
As Syrath sneers and cackles madly a beam of warp light from the black sun burns through the robes and heavy cloaks of Syrath, he says away from them obviously not anywhere near his full strentgh.
"Well boy we've 'ad a message from an Inquisitor and with our little Eldar Friend I doubt he'll be happy, so what do you think we do?"
Hemlock awaits Marta while a Black feathered, Skull headed, flame eyed Crow looks down and cackles before flying off into the darkness of the night. Dodging hail and ice the Crow looks down on the bright flicker of fire and light in the night as it finds a Chaos Camp among the remains of a great fallen machine, digging into its grave and carving great fiery fissures into the earth while a great armored Warrior looms over them. Kremlin watches his troops but turns his attention to the Crow with lands and transforms into a weakened Syrath who sneers and laughs as he forms a pyramid with his boney, fleshless fingers;
"It seems our Space Wolf friends have inducted the Farseer as an ally and an Inquisitor has arrived and interrogated a tracker, he tried to reveal our location but I put a end to the tracker before his actions dammed ours and has sent a message to the Space Wolfs, this will possibly cause some tension and allow us more time."
The massive Sorcerer turned to Syrath, a dark gaze and burning eyes turning to the Daemon;
"Fine...I tire of these insects, they are annoying pests....but we must divert them....the Legion is another pest and if both collide, we can sweep them away in seconds...."
"I think that can be arranged my Lord, the Legion is clumsy and foolish and being grief-ridden children they are easy to trick and deceive, it will only take sometime milord. I will lead them both into a tight noose and hang them from a balcony of shame and ridicule and dance on their graves with out new toy har har har. "
With those Dark Words Syrath spread his arms and became a crow once again and flew into the darkness of the night, ready for his dark task to come into play.....
Marius shakes his head with amusement,
"We shall do to him what we did to the Inquisitors who tried to land on our homeland centuries ago. If they cause trouble, they will die."
"Good, I'll bash his head if he tries anything, so what next? Scouts noted Chaos movement several times today and they were sporting the symbols of the black legion, what are you're orders sir?"
Ignore the black legion, we goto mop up the remnants of the iron warrior/dark eldar conflict, i asked for my forces to be fallen in for deployment, has this been done?
"I've deployed some forces but the Eldar and Iron Warriors battle has exploded into a full on war, if we attack we've got a chance of losing this, they've both got weaponry we've not seen before and if we leave them they'll destroy each other. I've readied a small force of troops to follow a Chaos Clearing Craft convoy, a couple large diggers and drilling craft used for mining out entire planets and I doubt whatever they are digging for is good."
(OOC) I hope Mordo and WARORK return, also interesting game you posted Marta
thanks reaper, you should join for the next senario. Looks like this one will work.
(BIC)
"Hit them with orbital fire, and if that fails missle barrages. I dont want those drills getting to thier goals. And I ordered for all of my warriors mobilized, I gave you a direct order Hemlock. Dont dissapoint me."
"Sir, you must understand that we cannot fully mobilise when our comms are being jammed, and we haven't been able to contact our ships in orbit, some of the men doubt they are even their anymore, I'll see what I can do about missiles but we lost allot of ammo during the landing Marius."
A black crow looks down on the Marines and smiles, it then turns its attention to patroling Space Wolves and grimly sneers......
Hemlock activates his comm and has his men begin to move the troops into position, several ranks of Space Wolves begin to move forward against the Chaos Forces while several Marines return back from patrol and join individual squadrons;
Wardragoon wrote:OOC:Any chance I could get an event? Last I was doing was falling back, so its fairly safe to say I am wandering aimlessly
[/ This is Wolfpriest Hemlock Moon, our coordinates are 344:77-00 which is around half a mile from your current location. Make your way here quickly and I'll brief you on our situation/]
"Praise the allfather and Russ, I will be there by the end of the day." inquisitor Blackthorne responded. Warily inquisitor Blackthorne marched toward the coordinates the so called Wolfpriest gave him, if Space Wolves were truly on this planet it would make bringing down the chaos threat much easier, but if they were Chaos forces that had managed to get ahold of a imperial vox it could get interesting.
The Space Wolves base was not as large as Farron had expected, craters, broken bodies and burning piles of broken metal lay strewn across the snow and rock in the plain. Farron entered the base to be met by the disgruntled faces of grizzly Space Wolves and marines who looked down at the Inquisitor. A Space Wolf priest greeted the Inquisitor;
"I am Hemlock Moon, part of the great Leviathans forces besieging this world of evil."
"Greetings Hemlock." Inquisitor Blackthorne phlegmatically replied "It has been many years since I have last seen the mighty Space Wolves in righteous combat"
"You'll be seeing allot of it here, we are moving out to engage enemy forces shortly and we are happy to accept the help of any allies. Ready yourself for a grand fight boy!"
Hemlock nods to arriving Space Wolves, each slightly crooked and bashed;
"Commander....we have returned.....what are your orders?"
The Wolf Priest looked at the marine strangely, he twisted his head to properly view the front marine who had taken a bolt shot to the side;
"I told you earlier, scout out the area and report to Marius, and I think you might need to see an Apothecary mate? You seem to have taken quite a shot!"
The marine looked down at his rib cage where a large black hole rimmed with bright red blood sat, the marine rubbed it away and nodded to Hemlock;
(Time to display some astartes arrogance... just for kicks)
Marius sees the exchange and strides over, his TDA still on and his nearly 4 metre height dominating and powerful with his sword resting on one shoulder his shield on his arm. He looks the Marine over before speaking.
"Hemlock, take our brother for the Helix assessment. Full medical and Psyche, That will be all."
He then looks down at the inquisitor and looks him over, noting the battle grime present on him already.
"What brings you here Inquisitor? This planet will soon e under control of the sons of Russ. I would tread lightly here. The wolf spirits do not like intruders to the natural order on this planet."
The Black Crow looked down at the arrogant wolf and sneered, the fool caused drama without the being doing anything, it cackled and flew down and rested on the shoulder of a broken Iron Warrior and picked at the burnt flesh while watching the arrogant Wolf.
Marius sees the crow as Hemloack heads off with the shell shocked (hopefully) marine and nods to the bird before speaking to the inquisitor.
"Do you know what that bird is Inquisitor? And I do not mean ,,a crow'' I mean do you know what that bird really is?"
The Crow shrieks but continues to chew on the burnt flesh in delight at the current events, its head now covered with black feathers and its eyes utterly soulless like the void.
Glancing at the bird Blackthorne replied with a hint of boredom "I believe I saw one long ago on Armageddon, but this is niether the time nor the place for reminiscing." Pulling out his inquisitorial rossette and flashing his frost axe Inquisitor Blackthorne stated "I am ordo hereticus Inquisitor Ferron Blackthorne, we do not have any more time to dally with petty measuring contests, the archenemy is on this planet and put simply it needs to be stopped before it becomes a threat to the imperium at large.
Marius ignores the mans posturing.
"That raven is at the least a familiar of the daemon known as Syrath. The Arch enemy's commander here. I have a strong suspision that it is the daemon itself in anouther form. But it is at the least a familiar. Decimate it with your pistol if you would Inquisitor. Then we may talk about serious matters without interlopers."
The Crow lifts into the air and dives past the Inquisitor landing behind him and raising up stretching its wings which form into arms while its head is stripped of feathers to reveal and bare daemons skull with flaming eyes. It raises its right arm and fires a bolt of pure warp fire at Marius and Farron as it laughs madly.
Syrath raises his arm and swings it causing a swirl of fire and energy that surrounds the daemon, he cackles madly only to fire another bolt which is blocked again by Marius but pushes him back.
Hemlocks unconscious body was slumped over a crate, his Croxious used to beat him while he believed that he was helping a wounded brother, the Alpha Legionnaire looked down at the medic and tore the glinting silver knife free from his head with a brutal twist and activate an explosive device on the floor and pushing it under a crate. Looking down at Hemlock the Alpha Legionnaire sneered. He threw a Melta Charge at his feet and quickly slipped out of the medical area and began to plant explosives and disable power units, anything to push the Space Wolves into despair. Syrath had asked that Marius be brought before him and broken, so he'd be easier to corrupt and seeing his men in such a state would surely clot a blood cell or loose some faith in his precious All Father.
Syrath's plans had irritated Kremlin, his shadow bloated out even the moon light as the shadowy Daemonic bats surrounded him, while the Daemon was weakened it was still essential and deadly and Kremlin would not lose his forces to such a being. Kremlin moved towards the platform atop the main Titan section and looked over the machine and smirked behind his helm, he knew the machine would prove valuable to his plans. A terminator armoured marine arrived behind Kremlin and slightly bowed but did not show weakness, Kremlin was known to shoot men if they dared show signs of weakness, Syrath only did it to taunt or annoy him;
"My lord, Legionnaires 4,6,9 have entered the Space Wolf camp and has begun to sway terror amongst the Imperials, but Syrath reported that he has engaged the Imperials head on as a distraction."
Kremlin turned towards the Terminator and clutched his hands together and swiftly drew a mace and slammed it into the Terminators head repeatedly and madly leaving the marine half alive but quickly with drew quietly and calmly;
"It seems we have our first test subject, Syrath told me if anyone delivered news about him I was too use them as a test subject for his plan. You have done little to assist our plans but will hopefully work as a new subject to push our plans forward, begin the installation into the titans main weapon control!"
The half alive marine was dragged screaming by a pair of Daemonic Servitors down into the half uncovered Titan and was quickly silenced by the strike of a hammer.....
Inquisitor Blackthorne draws his Hellpistol and Frostaxe and moves to flank the Daemon. "We need to move this thing into the light, I fought its ilk before!"
Marius nods his head sagely,
"The daemons of darkness abhor the light. Let us bring light to it. {This is Marius, cloud break salvo on my mark}"
Marius moves forwards with sure steady strides pushing the daemon backwards with heavy hard blows that the daemon is forced to retreat from. Mariu sna dhte inquisitor work the dameon into the middle of the plateu and when he is there Marius springs his trap.
{Mark}
From the ground a slit opens up and a salvo of missles arc into the air which then detonate midflight, filling the entire plateu with massive levels of UV light. So massive that Marius can feel the skin on his face tanning and beginning to burn. Not from heat, but from pure light.
(OOC) It will depend on when your character discovers the bomb, and you cannot discover it through "CREED"
Syrath howls, he tries to raise his arm to block the light from his face but it only burns away and reveals the grotesque face of Syrath once again. Syrath snarls as the light burns away his entire cloak revealing Syrath broken and ancient bones that are en carved with runes of Chaos. The Daemon roars and sends a streams of energy slamming into the Inquisitor who crashes into the ground while Syrath begins to back away highly weakened by the bright burning light.
(OOC) I thought Marius would have a 'CREED!' Moment.
Syrath snarls as the blade opens up a crack in his skull but swings back at Marius with a flaming sword that slams into the Space Wolfs gut with great strength opening up a large crack in the armour before another strike sends Marius falling to the ground, Syrath goes for another strike which is quickly blocked but only before it can end the wolf by Marius's shield.
(BIC)
Marius twists his shield forcing the blade to the side and his Sword slams into the daemons ribcage, the monomollecular edge sawing through the vetebrae
Syrath stumbles back and snarls swinging his blade slowly to gain balance, he quickly charges Marius and forces the Wolf to block the rage filled Daemon with his shield as the Daemon pounds his blade madly against it, snarling and screeching madly as it raises the black sword for another strike.
Marius lets the blade fall and tilts his shield so the weapon scrapes off it and slams into the snow. Marius then follows with a shield bash to the face of the daemon and then an uppercut that saws through a thighbone
Syrath snarls, weakened and unable to use his full power, pointing his blade one last time at Marius he laughs and cackles as he charges forward and swings his blade at Marius and screams hateful words.
Staggering up Blackthorne snapped his pistol forward and let loose a volley of hellshots into the Daemons back. Moving to his frost axe Blackthorne stopped firing his hellpistol, and grabbed the axe from the dirt and rushed forward with the warcry "For the Emperor.". Rushing forward hoping his ruse would work he toggled his hellpistol to automatic and unleashed a blazing torrent of lasfire.
Syrath screened in pain and fell burning into the ground half on fire, Syrath raised both hands over his head to shield his head from pain. Syrath snarled and began to crawl away and brought up his hand reavealing a detonator device;
"Harhar....hack...hack.l..I ...Will have the last....laugh...."
X'tasir bestrode the battlefield like an unwholesome god, turning scores of Iron Warriors into heaving piles of mewling flesh with but a single gesture. He had keenly felt the arrival of another being equal in power to himself, a presence that demanded his attention. Urging his warriors onwards to victory, X'tasir swept over the remaining foes in a storm of multicolored flame, leaving nought but charred corpses where there once stood an army. "Onwards, to the our prize!"
Space Wolf bolter fire did little to stop the storm of flesh and fire that was X'tasir, simply dissolving and evaporating before it could enter the beast, slowly retreating while continuing to fire pointlessly at the daemon-kin they were ambushed and quickly sliced apart by Chaos worshiping Druchi which dispersed before reappearing and slaughtering scores of serfs....
you have a vastly overinflated idea of how many troops i have again reaper. A single great company will only have one scout squad as a rule (exceptions exist) what you are suggesting here as at least forty of my remaining eighty brothers were scouts.... as "a score" is 20. You need to be careful with how many dudes you wipe out without hesitation.
thanks
it's fine with me then
measuring contests, the archenemy is on this planet and put simply it needs to be stopped before it becomes a threat to the imperium at large.