Warhammer 40,000 RPG: The Serpent of Chaos Planning thread

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**blood reaper**

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......

**Tyranic Marta**

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...

**blood reaper**

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.....

**Durza**

[edit- Will have something up tomorrow-ish]

**Tyranic Marta**

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.

**Durza**

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.

**Tyranic Marta**

But space wolves are never supported by IG when they go on great hunts o.O

**Tyranic Marta**

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.

**Durza**

*You're*

...and now I can't think of what I'm meant to be killing.

**Tyranic Marta**

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!"

**blood reaper**

"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.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Sorry guys, for not being able to take part, RL is being a bitch, and I'd rather not have this as a commitment right now...

... I'm taking a risk doing Blood Moon, so...

**Durza**

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.]

**Tyranic Marta**

Nice durza

(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

**blood reaper**

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."

**WARORK93**

OOC: Sorry for the delay

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.

**blood reaper**

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.....

**Tyranic Marta**

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."

**blood reaper**

"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."

**Mordoskul**

OOC:

What's my situation in regards to the Iron Warriors fleet?

**blood reaper**

The Iron Warriors fleet has mostly retreated while the Space Wolves ships are highly damaged and can't do much.

**Tyranic Marta**

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.

**blood reaper**

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;

"....Kill....."

**Tyranic Marta**

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.

**blood reaper**

OOC: I've got a trick up my sleeve

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....."

**Tyranic Marta**

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

**blood reaper**

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.....

**Tyranic Marta**

Marius blocks the sorceror's first swing with his shield, and then batters the sorceror onto his back

**blood reaper**

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.

**Durza**

"Kill the Space Wolves? I can try, but they have a worthy foe among them. Give me some heavy weaponry and we will make them bleed."

As he spoke, Argylle thought back to the Wolf Lord. It could be the start of a beautiful dance.