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"Yes I shall slowly tare ou their hearts and drink the blood that pours from them, a feast fit for a King and a Queen do you not agree
Marius?"

"They are close lord Marius I can feel it! They shall feel only pain and what off Mikal? I will happily tear his eyes from their sockets if you wish."

They will first be given a chance to join us,

but yes
if they deny the gifts of Slaanesh then by all means,

tear away.....

(Well Marius, if you aren't playing fair...)

Mikal reemerged from his chamber a few minutes later, his retinue now crowding around him. A team of Iron Priests and servitors had outfitted them all with some of the most powerful suits of Terminator armor they could find in the Chapter's armories...

Mikal and his retinue stalked the halls gathering reports from officers, more and more support was pouring in from around the chapter, whole flights of thunderhawks coming in to land more Space Wolves ready for battle. One of Mikal's Wolf Guard got a message over his vox and halted the procession.

"Lord, I have received a message about the arrival of and old friend of yours in the hangar."

"Oh really, I don't recall having too many friends left." Mikal replied sadly.

"Well, this one recalls something about a little place called Rysovo Secundus."

The name made Mikal's eyes widen with surprise. He took off as fast as his heavily armored legs could carry him, his retinue of guard following until they got to the chamber. Mikal watched as the thunderhawk pulled away and a single hugely armored figure stood as the smoke cleared. His heart skipped a beat as he advanced towards the gigantic dreadnought.

"Is that really you old friend?" Mikal said, barely able to believe his eyes.

"Indeed, it has been but a short time but I see you have come far, young one." Replied the deep powerful voice of the living legend.

"But I will not rejoice for the only time I am ever let out of my cage is when the need is dire and the condition grave." Said the fabled Bjorn the Fell handed...

omg i get to kill bjorn too? awsome

cant thank you enough warork

Tyranic Marta wrote:omg i get to kill bjorn too? awsome

cant thank you enough warork

(Shuddup... )

Waiting on you to put sommat in my path Mikal

( Have patience Marta, I am still planning and besides, we have yet to give Shas or Nocturne proper time to react.)

not even a little something to sate my hunger??

pretty please

No for lotus will pull your heart out(she is really really really pissed at you and i mean really really really REALLY PISSED)
Lotus walks towards mikal. "Mikal i will have some "issues" with getting myself back i will trust you with getting me back." She activates her mask. "Because i have to punish someone."

Dont make me kill you noccy

U wont get the chance marta XD

So be it

Mwahahahahahahahaahahahaahaha (she is really pissed that the one who was the first one who actually cared for her now turned to chaos and betrayed let it look that he just played her.)

lawl, not my fault you kept bickering with shas, that is essentially the reason i left, you drove me away

and i was bored

Well (childish voice) shas started. *points to shas*
She looks at mikal. "I request one last thing. And that is acces to the vaults of the silent death. Or the vaults of the shadowwolf. There i can get the thing that will stop this madness." She looks at mikal."if you want to put marius soul to rest then give me the opportunity.

*shakes finger*

"YES HE DID" *stamps foots on the ground* (XD)

*shakes finger again*

enough lotus or i will force your soul into eternal dammnation after i kill you

Chapter Six: Fallen from grace 

It was quite

To quite for the Servants of Slaanesh.

The hate filled and insane Noise Marines waited patiently for the Space Wolves, they were intent on destroying them viciously with their Sonic attacks and had prepared for any counter attack possible. The Defilers claws and blades glinted in the Moon light as they scanned the surrounding area for new prey and blood, Tyranic Marta and his greatest ally Syrathica stood over the force of Chaos marines awaiting the Imperials strike which they knew was coming. The former Farseer sharpened her claw like blades and watched as several Thunder Hawks and Predators appeared in the distance, she smiled.

"They approach milord, I cannot wait to tear the skull from the Assassins body once she lies dead. That waste has annoyed me to many times Tyranic, Mikal will want revenge and I can sense he will bring allies to assist him in his conquest for vengeance against us. But we are strong and the powers of Chaos run through our souls and blood, they will perish and we shall be rewarded for their screams of pain and terror." 

The Thunder-Hawks approached the area where the Vox had been tracked to, Mikal and the Assassin stood with the Heavily armoured Wolf Guard and Space Wolves in the heart of the lead Hawk.

"ETA in 2 minutes, prepare for ranged and close combat as we land Sons of Russ we have a large Chaos force ahead." 

(My request for the vaults of the shadowwolf......?)

Tyranic listens but his mind doesnt regester the names, Mikal? who is that? it doesnt matter, they will all die

he feels a tendril of thought reach into his mind.

Tyyyranic
my
frieend

why do you wait?
why not attack?
Kill theeeeemmmm


all
everything,
everyone

kill everything that moves

kill everything that doesnt move

and Tyranic

Have fun

Tyranic hears the whisper and obeys its honeyed tones without question. The Havoks take up firing lines, spread out to avoid ordanance and the noise marines get into formation, chaos marines everywhere dig in, trenches are quickly produced.

And then when the enemy lands and is close enough

Tyranic will lead the charge.

And will kill all within his reach


but first he has a message to send.


He calls up an etheric screen infront of him and propels his thoughts with his powers, all in power armour can see the visage of the dreadnought in thier helmets as Tyuranics power spreads through the snows of Icy Fenris.

My brothers. My friends, it has been only a short while and how I miss you so. But really this is no way to greet one of your own, how must your Wolflords shun you for attacking me thus. This is no way to treat a guest.

I have come down to this planet this home of mine, to offer you one chance, for that is all I am prepared to give to you my friends, those of you who have driven me away. This one chance to turn to slaanesh, to become one with the power he brings. To become one with chaos. You have one hour to decide. Or until you fire the first shot.

"Let me speak for myself and i think lord mikal agrees. The one who goes to chaos will be shot on sight."

(Btw i wanted to go to the vaults of assasins. Every major world of astartes has one.

(I am currently listening to Demon Hunter's "One thousand apologies" Its pretty fitting for the situation methinks...

)

Mikal stands in the great hall of the Fang where the assembled battle force of his brothers have been assembled. In front of him stand hundreds of warriors, all dedicated to the cause of the All father. Mikal looks out at all of them with a stirring sense of pride but at the same time with an overpowering sense of grief.

"Today, as I stand before you, my battle brothers, I am forced to wonder: Who can I trust?" Mikal's voice rises over the congregation and each marine stands at attention silently, as if statues. Mikal sees marines of all shapes and sizes, everything ranging from blood claws to hunters, to long fangs, to wolf guard, all were assembled before him to hear the words of their leader.

"I am being forced to fight a man whom I once called brother, whom we all once called brother, and today I ask myself, what manner of ruin will befall us next?" His voice was full of sadness and despair. The statues remained unmoving.

"The universe has many horrors to throw at us yet. But this is not the end of our crusade to save our home, it is only the beginning! Be faithful! Be strong! Be vigilant! You all should know that the same being who now threatens our very existence, our very way of life that our father Russ had decreed to us, is the same man who taught me all that I know about our Chapter." Mikal pauses here, he expected some sort of collective gasp and yet all he got in return was silence.

"Understand this now, understand this, each and every one of you, I intend to put you in harms way in order to bring this traitor to justice, to retribution. To Marius: this I swear! My revenge against you is my destiny and mine alone! I will not falter until I destroy you even if it takes until the end of time!"

His voice boomed in the great hall so loud that it shook the walls. A chant began slowly to ripple amongst the ranks of the space wolves.

"There can only be one winner in this battle and it can only end when one side is completely destroyed and forgotten!Today we will let our enemies know: Be the pride of the Emperor or be destroyed! You must gird your souls in the armor of contempt today for we battle to cut the taint away from our once brothers' souls!"

The chanting became louder, Mikal recognized many litanies and sagas being told all simultaneously...

"March to war brothers, march to battle with faith in your hearts and fury in your veins!"

With those words a great cry was raised in the hall as every space wolf beat his chest with a clenched fist and raised it to the sky, the warrior's gesture of fealty. After the speech Lotus approached Mikal and asked for his blessing.

"You do not know the evil you face, Lotus, but your heart is strong and your kind has accomplished much, take what you need from the vault's of the Fang and go do the Allfather's will. This is my goodbye as I doubt I will see you again."

Mikal then turned to Shas. "It pains me to say this old friend, but you need not stay here, this is not your battle, this is one that my brothers and I have fought for many years and yo need not get involved any further. If you wish to leave then I will bode you no ill will and I will bid you good luck wherever your fortune takes you, may the Emperor smile on your kind." Mikal said with all sincerity, he then puts on his terminator helmet and equips his lightning claws, already having sheathed the great sword Flashfreeze across his back. He was the mightiest of all of them and surrounded by his retinue he looked nigh on unstoppable.

The wolves deployed, in the distance, the chaos forces could see the distinct silhouettes of dozens of thunderhawks. Before the ones that held marines went the gunships, bristling with missiles and cannons, they annihilated the chaos bike scouts and then proceeded to take their fury out on the defilers.

"This is Mikal." The Wolf Lord said into his vox aboard his personal Thunderhawk 'The Traitor's Bane' "Begin the bombardment..."

On cue, the ships of the newly arrived fleets began to open fire on the forces of the traitor's forces. Holes were blown into the snow which was scorched black and melted vigorously from the heavy orbital fire. Plumes of steam geysered up from the craters, rendering the battlefield hazy for a few moments. Then the main assault waves came. Thunderhawks dropped off squad upon squad of Space wolves onto the snow. Land raiders and predators followed them. A few Leman Russ exterminators were dropped onto the field, fighting just as hard as their namesake had ten thousand years ago. From the front, the great Dread Bjorn led the experienced marines into the chaos' forces frontline.

"Thirty seconds to drop...is the mission still viable, Lord?" The pilot of Mikal's thunderhawk asked.

"It will be viable until the day I rend Marius' hull myself." Mikal snarled back. In a few moments, the dropship detached from the Thunderhawk along with four others from thunderhawks following Mikal's and together, they hit the snow behind the line of the Chaos forces. Squads of Wolf Guard poured out of them Led by the raging Mikal, who's lightning claws cracked and sparked as they terminators closed in on the traitor's backside. With Mikal's men to their rear and the other majority to their front, there was nowhere for Marius to run...

"MARIUS!!!" Mikal yelled in a blood maddened fury. "COME AND FACE YOUR DUE RETRIBUTION!!!"


"PRO TOTUS ABBUS!!!"

(Seriously though, what is with all these people turning traitor in my RPs? First it was Scrazza in Space hulk and now its Marius... You were my best friend man..... )

She rushes towards the vault after she said."i promise you this when times are direst in battle pray for the emporers hand and he will sent his help." She rushes towards the vaults searching for the vaults of the shadows.

So be it

Tyranic sees the thunderhawks and his mind is exalted, Mikals first gambit, memories were returnign of him and Tyranic's thoughts float over what is to come. He extends a massive tentacle ridden arm and concentrates for a second and then clenches his fist.

A massive blue shield stretches over the army as the first layers of bombardment fall around him. He cant protect all of his warriors but most are still alive, and indeed many of the Thunderhawks are demolished before any of their warriors can disembark.

Tyranics hand snaps up and the Defilers charge forwards. Thier massive hulking forms getting in toe to toe with the wolves.

He lets the Defilers have thier fun but when they are getting a bit too bloodied he throws the rest of his forces in, Tyranic never cared for subtelty, only the hammer would suffice.

Speaking of the Hammer.

Tyranic walked forwards slowly and with purpose, hus reaper autocannon spewing death into the heart of the Foe. Unlike his counterpart Tyranic has no speech for his men, they all know exactly how he feels, his mind linked with thiers on a primal level, and so he exalts in the pleasure of every death every sacrifice and every shot.

And as this sensation grows so does his power, soon his Reaper autocannon runs dry and he sheaths it in his back Tentacles and draws his sword.

The Massive sword glints in the light and the wolves before him see the weapon and despair for they know of who wields it.

Tyranic hears Mikals shout but instead he sees the assassins signature in the warp, a null, a place where even the souls of Psykers cannot be seen. Lotus you are easy to find when I know what to look for, but this is not your time, no this is the time for your great dreadnought to be killed, I see you have replaced me as easily as you destroyed my heart.

Tyranic Sees Bjorn moving towards him and Assault cannon rounds patter off of Tyranics chassis. Even that massive weapon could not hope to harm Tyranics sorcerously protected form which was as strong as the living hull of a Necrons Monolith.

Bjorn crys out to Tyranic on his vox
"Marius, it is not to late to be redeemed. There are places in the Fang where your soul can be purged of chaos and interred in a new body. Do not forsake your friends Marius"

Tyranic reaches out with his sword and points it straight at Bjorn
He is mine my warriors, leave him to me. My Dreadnought Brothers, make sure I am not interrupted.

Now. Bjorn. Do not seek to lecture me you crazy old wolf. Who are you to tell me about Forsaking my brothers when you let Russ go on his crusade without being there with him yourself? You do not know you stupid old man. He hated you, with every fibre of his body that you should be the wisest of the Space Wolves, that you should have the veneration of your Brothers, when all Russ was is a deullest.

Your a fool to believe that he cared about you, about any of us. Where was he when chaos attacked our home? WHERE IS HE NOW? WHERE IS THE FALSE EMPEROR IN YOUR TIME OF NEED? DYING ON HIS GOLDEN THRONE

I will put you out of your misery you stupid fool

Tyranic ignites his sword and wreaths himself in sorcerous wards, as he tackled the old Dreadnought, Bjorns Assault cannon soon ran dry as the shells rippled over Tyranics chassis. But to no avail, the powerful weapon was not powerful enough to rip through the chaos armoured Plasteel and Warpsteel chassis. Tyranic was brutal, he diddnt give the old dreadnought a chance to recover as he slammed his sword through the joiner plates on Bjorns close combat arm, severing the connection utterly and then throwing the weapon away.

Tyranic then proceeded to grip Bjorns Sarcophagus and wrench it out of its socket, and then what he did next made the closest wolves cry out in shock. He placed his hand on the sarcophagus and sent warp lightning spiralling through it, burning the remains of the old Wolf Lord.

Tossing the sarcophagus away in contempt and kicking the still standing chassis of the dreadnought over Tyranic roared in exaltation.

WHERE IS YOUR SAVIOR NOW LITTLE WOLVES?

(Yeah sorry mate, Marius was a bit... one dimensional though, thinking about coming in as a vindicare next, ive always loved snipers... or maybe a wolf scout sniper... well see. anyhoo got to see how this big beasty goes first)

Mikal watches in horror as one of the chapter's greatest heroes was ripped asunder by the now tainted Marius. Despair gripped his heart, all was lost, he should just give up now and---

"NO!!!" Mikal screamed both at the demise of the hero and at his own spiraling thoughts. still, his terminators pressed the attack. The terminators outnumbered the dreadnoughts they faced, but the dreadnoughts were no laughing matter. Wolf Guard and Lord went up against the finest the archenemy had to offer and in the closing moments many terminators fell with their armor blasted open.

Mikal's fury was not to be denied however as he heard Marius' question to the assembled wolves...

"WE ARE SPACE WOLVES MARIUS! YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW THAT WE ARE THE ALLFATHER'S SALVATION!"

Mikal screamed as he closed with the first dreadnought, a melta bomb was clad in his hand and he threw it against the armor plate of the dread's leg, blowing it out from under him in a gush of sparks and fluid, the dreadnought tipped and fell on its back, unable to rise or pose a threat. The second dreadnought in Mikal's way came forward to challenge him but Mikal was not about to let it get in the way of Marius. With great strength, Mikal leapt onto the front of the dread's chassis and sunk his claws into the thing's sarcophagus. Yelling oaths, Mikal ripped and tore the armor apart until he could reached inside and rip the pilot's spine out and throw it into the snow next to him. The dreadnought also fell over onto its back, Mikal still on top of it. Slowly, Mikal stepped off the tainted chassis and came face to face with Marius as his terminators fought with the other dreadnoughts surrounding him.

Behind them all, the space wolves charged with renewed vigor, now questing to claim ownership of the downed sarcophagus of the fallen Bjorn. Mikal stood, his lightning claws dripping with tainted blood. Him and Marius just stared at each other for a moment. Finally, Mikal fought his way past all his conflicting emotions and spoke.

"Stop. Stop it Marius." Mikal said shaking his head. "You are the only one with the power to stop this madness, look around you, these are your brother's you are killing!"

Mikal looks to the still form of Bjorn... "Now I understand...." Mikal began slowly. "Marius could never do such a thing to his brothers...he could never kill one of the chapter's elders in the name of a damned warp thing! He could never blaspheme against Russ or the Allfather! YOU ARE NOT MARIUS, YOU MAY HAVE HIS BODY BUT YOU ARE NOT HIM, YOU KILLED HIM!"

Mikal disengaged his lightning claws and with a furious sweep, he whipped out Flashfreeze which glowed blue in the white light of Fenris. With a beastly cry in his heart and an oath to Russ on his lips, he charged forward, no force able to stop him, no remorse for what he was about to do. A daemon had taken his friend's mind and body and he would not allow it to further use him like a puppet. It was in that moment that Mikal could think of only one prayer to say as he swung for the dreadnought's sarcophagus:

"FROM THE BEGETTING OF DAEMONS, OUR EMPEROR DELIVER US!"

(Its all good man, really, it will be an honor for me to purge Marius in the name of the Allfather...Though I am still unsure if I'm going to allow Mikal to live through all this...I may end up getting a new character myself here pretty soon. )

(Disclaimer: There is nothing personal in this post I am purely in character, None of what I say to Mikal is true its just the chaos talking)


Stop

Tyranic could see the rage etched on Mikals face as his body simply stopped, his arms drooped to his sides and his sword hit the snow, The noble terminator armour not a match for the powers of the Warp.

I dont want to kill you Mikal, why not join me? This battle is foolish in the extreme, you are wasting the lives of all of your Friends, for what? The need to kill me? Punish me? teach me a lesson? No... You cant be so much of a fol as to think you can do that? Surely not. I am wiser than you will ever be Mikal, and you think you are truly a Space wolf? Hurr hurr hurr you are less of a Space wolf than I am, you were not born on these slopes, you did not earn your place in this brotherhood through right of Arms, no. No you were placed in this army because i could not bare to be without my greatest friend, when I became a Wolf lord I couldnt bear to have to go through the trails without a friend, so I brought you with me. Its not like your actually worthy of the task. its not like your actually needed anymore you worthless idiot.

Now im going to release you and then your going to die.

Tyranic releases Mikal and sees him pick up his sword and charge forwards, but even Mikal isnt fast enough to avoid Tyranic who slams his fist into Mikal chest and sends him tumbling and rolling backwards. Tyranic takes the time to draw his sword again and wreath it in purple flames.

Mikal gets up and spits blood onto the ground, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stands, his Terminator armour serving him admirably. Tyranic stands ready for Mikals charge.