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Greetings again friends, long time since I delved amongst this illustrious tome of talent. A lot of nice work here I must say! It's been a while since I posted any stories, so I decided to post a story I've been tinkering with over the last while. I know some of you may know me as an Orky story type of person with the likes of Snikkskragga and that. But here is a new one from a whole different race and point of view. My beloved Adeptus Astartes, The Black Knight's. Enjoy...

BLACK KNIGHT

ONE
Lothar watched the skyline of Herz vanish as he rounded the mountain trail. His Grogan mount grunted as it trotted along the dusty trail. Turning his gaze back towards the road he exhaled softly. This could be the last time he'd see his town. Only thirteen years of age, he now accompanied his father on a witch hunt. His father was a reknowned hunter of practisers of the Dark Arts and had aided the god-like Knights many times. He was frightened but at the same time the whole experience was exhilarating.

“What are they like father?” Lothar asked. Lothar's father looked lost in thought and seemed not to heed his son's words. “Father?”. “Sorry lad, I was leagues away. What were you asking?” Lothar's father asked, the warm smile creeping across his moustached face. “The Knights, what are they like?” Lothar had heard many stories of the fabled heroes. They were warriors with unthinkable power. They had watched over their lands from beyond the heavens, descending on the lands of mortals when they were needed, they were heroes of legend. Stories told of how they would slay mighty beasts alone and save entire towns and villages from dragon attacks. He also knew that every few decades they would come and take some chosen young men away, never to be seen again to become their squire's. His friends spoke of the Knight's coming during the night to orphanges and select infants and children to serve as the paige's. These infants were said to be truely blessed in the eyes of the Great Father.

“The Knight's are very honourable warriors my son. Gentlemen down to their holy bones but fierce and unmatched in combat. They are giants amongst men, encased in the greatest of armour painted black and white, the holy colours of our flag, and soon my boy we shall meet one who has been my friend for many a year.”

Lothar was shocked at what his father spoke of. In all his life it had always been just him and his father, and never had he spoken of the knights so freely. The whole town knew that his father Ivan was an ally of the Knight's who would inform them of any witch activity, but never did he speak of them and none would ever ask. The Knights would send one of their number to them, whether it was to test his own strenght and ability or a matter of honour, the truth may never be known. Perhaps now, lothar thought, he was being let in on great knowledge and was worthy to be a man.

It was a two day trek that brought the two over the great mountains of Iisha and down into the Plains of Drak. Here they would meet their holy accomplise. All around knee high grass grew, wild Grox grased peacefully. The lands here were peaceful. The thought of witches living amongst this land seemed unthinkable, but such tales were true. Lothar's father Ivan was an expert Witch-Hunter. His tall hat was a mark of office as much as his two long barelled pistols that hung by both his hips and his long witch-hunting blade sheathed on his back. Lothar admired his secretive father, he for him was the ultimate hero, and no Knight could ever take his place.

Suddenly a great wind struck up startling the herd of wild animals, sending them rushing off into the distance. Ivan grasped his hat tightly with a grin looking skyward into the blue sky. Lothar looked up to see what it was his father watched for, masking his face with his hand from the strong wind, then he seen it.

With a mighty roar a great black craft descended from the clouds landing before them in the long grass. The giant vessel looked nothing like anything Lothar had seen before. The wind eased and then the mouth of the great beast opened slowly. Lothar watched as a giant clad in black and white armour trudged down the ramp towards them. From inside the ship, Lothar could see more of the black and white armoured warriors watching them, one frightened Lothar more than the others put together. He was clad almost the same but his helmet was that of a brazen skull. In his hand a short staff like that of the priests of his village with the symbol of the Holy Lord's Two Headed Eagle on top. Lothar felt as if the skull faced knight was staring at him, gaze piercing his very soul.

Soon the door had closed and the craft lept back up into the clouds with astonishing speed. Lothar and his father were now alone with the approaching giant, and Lothar could not help but tremble in fear.

“Gilliad my old friend how are you!?” Ivan roared happily leaping from his Grogan. “Greetings Ivan Witchbane! It is always a pleasure to see a great man like you!” the Knight replied with a strange ring to his voice. Lothar guessed it was to do with his all encasing helmet. Gilliad unclicked his helm and removed it. Lothar was shocked to see that he was human, or once was. The giant had long black hair and a short beard. He smiled and raised his hand towards his father as he approached. The two met with a curt bow and light but firm hand shake. The giant Gilliad made his father look like a child compared to his size. “Gilliad before we press on I must introduce you to my son Lothar” Ivan gestured towards Lothar as he spoke. The giant fixed his gaze on lothar.

Lothar trembled to his core as the giant took him in. Gilliad smiled warmly and approached the young man. “Do not fear young sir, I am no devil, I will not try to eat you!” Gilliad joked as he neared Lothar. Ivan let out a short laugh at the Knights joke. Gilliad extended his hand to Lothar who in turn slowly extended his. Gilliad grasped it softly, but Lothar felt that the Knight could easily pull his arm from his shoulder with the flick of his wrist.

“How is all in Herz Ivan? I have heard no tales of dragons to which I am happy.” Gilliad asked. Ivan grinned mounting his Grogan again. “Ay Gilliad, praise the Father, only witches again as you know” Ivan responded. Lothar watched the warm face of Gilliad turn dark and brooding at the sound of these words. “And that is why I am here. Such folly shall not be tolerated by the Black Knights. Tell me Ivan, have you seen this witch or only heard tales?” Gilliad asked seriously now.
“Rumours old friend, but ones in which I think you will be most interested in. It may be one of 'His' follwers!” Ivan answered. Gilliad frowned at this and spoke softly, “If this is true then the situation is grave indeed....excuse me wont you?” Gilliad said as he turned away and began muttering something under his breath. Lothar had no idea what the Knight was doing. Ivan leaned over to his son closly and whispered, “He is communicating with his brothers, he must do this if the situation might turn dangerous” Ivan explained. “Brothers?” Lothar spoke then the images returned of the terrifying skull faced Knight.

Lothar examined the Black Knight Gilliad as he called himself discreetly. He could barely hear him as he communicated magically with his brethren, but his tongue was that of another world. Traces of the Lord's word he could make out, but Lothar never really paid attention in class when he was thought the ancient language. His black armour was covered with a white tunic where a black cross dominated his upper body. The same cross was painted elequently onto one Gilliad's pauldrens and knee. A long sword hung by his side and a holstred pistol on the other. Red seals were daubbed all over the giant with scrolls scribbled again in the ancient holy language. The knight moved with an ease that was unnatural for one so heavily armoured, and made no noise when he moved only quiet little mechanical sounds.

Gilliad spun on his heels and moved quickly back to Ivan and Lothar with a grim look, “Old friend” he spoke, “Forgive me for being so rash, but we must move at once post haste!” Ivan nodded knowingly and kicked the sides of his Grogan with a shout. Lothar followed suite and the two took off quickly. Lothar was amazed to see that the Knight kept up his pace with the two easily, as if we were having a gentle morning jog. There was alot more to this Knight that Lothar wanted to find out.

Well done, but try to break up the text a bit more, makes for more easy reading. Except for that it was good as gold

Cheers I know about the spacing, on my computer its fine but then when I post it, it just goes weird and sticks together so Im not sure why. Anyways here's chapter 2

TWO
The light of day slowly crept away leaving only darkness. Above, the three moons shone with an eerie glow. Animal calls echoed through the valley and a gentle whinning wind crept up on the party. “The Witching Glow has forsaken the moons tonight father” Lothar whispered to his father. “Ay son, we are getting close”. Gilliad scanned the surrounding valley through his helmets visors cautiously. “Death comes swiftly to those who are not faithful” the Knight whispered. Lothar wondered whether the giant was speaking of him or the witch that they hunted. “Gilliad! There lies the enterance to the Heretics Den!” called Ivan. “Live by the sword.....die by the sword!” Gilliad growled quietly unsheathing his shining silver blade. Lothar looked to his father.
“The Knight's moto son..” explained Ivan in a whisper. Gilliad turned to the two and nodded then made his way into darkness.

The cave enterance was not concealled or guarded. It seemed like a predator's lair more than anything, animal bones littered the floor. In the dim light Lothar looked closer at the bones. Holding back a scream of fright he realised the bones were from no animals, but of men. “What horror is this?” he manged to cough. “Dark ritual's son” Ivan answered. Gilliad raised his hand to stop the two. “What is it old friend?” Ivan whispered to the Knight. “Our 'friend' is nearby!” grunted Gilliad. Lothar felt his heart leap into his throat at the words. Very soon he would be face to face with a witch, and even the presence of a holy, mystical Knight from the heavens and an expert Witch-Hunter did not calm his nerves.

The three moved silently into a large cavern illuminated by a thousand large flamming torches mounted in skulls on the cavern walls. They had entered onto a narrow winding slope that spiralled down towards the main area thirty feet below. Lothar's eyes widened at what he saw below him.

A great altar of bone dominated the centre of the cavern, all around it robed figures knelt, murmuring in unison. Before the altar three giant figures stood facing the crowd. Two stood at each end of the altar motionless. Large guns at the ready across their chests. Their dark sickly purple armour was like a twisted parody of that of Gilliad's. Horned helms with evil eyes looked across the mass of praying heretics. In the centre, the giants leader stood. A tall staff with glearing skulls held high in its left hand, the other a small ritual blade. Lothar looked to Gilliad, but his helmeted face gave no sign of his expression. His father sneered at the evil ritual taking place here. Lothar turned back to the ritual as the murmuring stopped and the leader began to speak.

“Children of Chaos, your Gods command that you give yourself to them freely, let your souls join theirs and let their power grow! Chaos demands it!!” the leader's voice boomed around the cavern. The robed figures stood up one by one and made their way single file, towards the altar. The sacrifice was begining.

“Blasphemy!” cursed Ivan, drawing his sword and one of his pistols. “Stay your hand old friend” Gilliad spoke softly. “I shall deal with the traitor's, you watch in case those heretics turn violent” Gilliad explainded and took off silently down the curving spiral. Ivan looked at his son, “Lothar take my pistol, you know how it works, should any of these heathens attack us you must aid us. But stay here. Remember all I have thought you!” “But father, Gilliad said...” Lothar was cut off. “I know Lothar, but even he alone can not stave off three of these traitors, I must aid him. You have your blade dont you?” Lothar nodded. “Remember your blade is your greatest weapon, trust in the pistol I have given you but depend on your blade!” Ivan spoke, this was a whole different side of his father that Lothar had never seen. This was the hero he always thought of him as and yet he did not want his father to leave. He knew accompanying him was dangerous, but to face three armoured giants like those below was suicidal. Ivan patted Lothar on the shoulder, “Stay here! Only flee if you must! We're depending on you!” and with that Ivan was gone following in Gilliad's wake.

Lothar felt fear, sadness and something new, he longed to slay those who defiled these lands with their worship of the ruinous powers. These herectics deserved to die and he would make sure of it if he had to. Suddenly he heared screams from below and Lothar watched in awe at what was happening.

Gilliad lept from the slope still ten feet from the bottom, sword pointed downward at the first Chaos worshipping giant. His silver sword crackled like lightning as he came down. The purple armoured warrior spun to meet his attacker but was a fraction too slow. Gilliad's sword stabbed right down to the hilt, through the traitors neck and emergging from its back all while Gilliad remained in the air. The Knight 's feet touched the ground and he removed his sword. The purple giant slumped lifelessly to the ground. All of this happening in a fraction of a second. Unholstering his pistol he rained down shots on the leader of the the traitors. The leader waved his hand and a blue shield of light refracted the shots harmlessly off the cavern walls. Truely this was the witch.

Ivan blasted away with his Las-pistol into the heretics falling them easily. The robed figures looked in fear as the Witch-Hunter apperead as if from nowhere along with his black and white armoured companion. “Fear now heretics, for the judgement of His divine will is upon you!” roared Ivan as he began lashing out now with his long blade. The unarmed heretics tried to flee but their weight of bodies worked against them in the small space.

High above Lothar watched the carnage unfold. He watched as Gilliad had slain the traitor giant with ease only to have his shots deflected by the witch's magic. He seen his father slay countless heretics like the hero he was. Lothar smiled at this then he spied something, the second purple giant had moved and engaged Gilliad with a motorised blade. Lothar readied his father's pistol just in case.

The chain action sword clashed against Gilliad's own shimmering blade. The Chaos worshippers sword shattered when it made contact with Gilliad's sword. Gilliad laughed smuggly, “As brittle as your deities power!” The enraged traitor raised his gun to try parry Gilliad's swipe but all was in vain. The Black Knight's sword sliced through the traitors weapon and skull in the same swipe. “Now sorcerer, your fate has been sealed!” Gilliad strode towards the sorcerer, pistol raised.

Ivan looked around the cavern, there had been no resistance from the heretics and now they all lay in the puddles of their blood and entrails. Offering a prayer to the Great Father he looked towards Gilliad as he had dispatched the second warrior and made his way to the witch. Ivan smiled, he knew now that victory was near. He gave a quick glance to where Lothar was hiding high above, then followed after Gilliad.

Sorcerer Kazmond watched as his pawns had been slain by the cursed Knight and his lapdog witch- hunter. Fools, he thought. Do they think they can contend with Chaos? He laughed loudly. “I thank you fools, for slaying these offerings so quickly, you have helped me with my task. Your deaths however shall only enhanse my deed!” Gilliad scowled at this, “Listen to me son of Volgan, you and your masters powers shall not taint this land! You shall taste retribution itself from my blade!” The Black Knight charged headlong, sword raised at the sorcerer.

Kazmond watched him bear down on him quickly and dropped his ritual knife and grasped his staff with both hands, raising it just in time to block Gilliad's downward swipe. This time the Knight's power sword was not as succesful as before and simply bounced back from Kazmond's deflection. With a quick glance the sorcerer spied the witch hunter closing in also. It seemed that the man was, for just a split second, distracted by something above on the ledge. They had another accomplise.

Ivan ran to back up his Space Marine friend in the combat with the witch. Coming in on the sorcerer's left Ivan struck out with his blade only to be kicked swiflty by the witch as he moved back. Ivan hit the ground hard, feeling his ribs shattered. Gasping for air he once again looked towards his son's hidding place.

Lothar covered his mouth to conceal a roar. Seeing the witch lash out at his father with such a dirty tactic infuriated him. He watched as his father tried to stand but he was badly hurt by the blow. Lothar wrenched his gaze from his father to see how Gilliad was faring.

Gilliad swung precise swings and stabs at the sorcerer only to have them all blocked expertly. “Fool” the sorcerer spat, “You fail to realise that I know all of your broken chapters techniques and skill”. Gilliad growled angrily at this and hacked blindly, but this would be his undoing.

Khazmond watched as the Knight's anger foiled his defences, leaving him open. With a move of such terrible speed, the sorcerer spunon the spot from the blade swipe, withdrew his own daemonic blade and severed the Space Marines helmeted head from its shoulders. The large body crashed to the ground sending its power sword flailng across the cavern floor.

Ivan watched as the horror unfolded before him. His old friend, the divine Knight was slain by the witch with but a single stroke. Wrenching in pain he dragged himself finally to his feet gripping his sword tight. “Come you Chaos worshipping bastard, while I still draw breath!” he roared.

The sorcerer paced slowly towards him dropping his staff gently to the dirt and unholstered his pistol. “Come, come mortal.” the witch spoke in a soothing voice. “I know that this fool is not your main concern” with this he raised his pistol, to Ivan's horror, to where Lothar lay hidding.

Lothar aimed his pistol nervously at the witch as it strode towards his wounded father. After seeing Gilliad slain by the traitor he was fuelled with an anger that never before had he felt. Before he could fire there was a roar of noise and he was falling...

Khazmond fired on the lurkers position blasting the rock from under him sending him falling far down into the cavern below. The witch hunter roared in anger and grief at the sight of this triggering an evil thunderous laugh from Khazmond's mouth. “You will pay for this witch, in the Great Fathers name, you shall pay!” roared the man before him as he tried limp towards him as quickly as he could.

Ivan felt horror at seeing his only son fall to his death from high above. The witch would pay if he had anything to do with it. Issuing his challenge he tried his best to make his way towards the advancing traitor. Slashing at the sorcerer however was useless as his swipe was easily parried and soon a coldness he never felt before radiated from his stomach. Looking down, the pulsating blue blade of the sorcerer was slowly retrieved from his mid section.

A dead heretics corpse rolled away as Lothar clambered from the floor. The bodies had in a way cushioned his plummet. He watched eyes wide open as the witch stabbed his father in the stomach with a quickness he never before encountered. Pulling himself to his feet he spied something shinning on the floor. Gilliad's blad lay on the floor close by. Without a second of thought Lothar gripped the giant blade in both hands like a great sword and charged at the witch, this ended now he told himself.

Gilliad's blade stabbed through Khazmond's neck and protruded from the other side with Lothar's jab. A splutter of blood and curses flowed from the sorcerer's neck as he crashed down to the floor, power sword still embedded in his neck. Lothar looked to his fallen father teary eyed and knelt beside him embracing him tightly. His lifeless form already cold. Lothar closed his eyes tightly as he hugged his father. “Father” he whispered.

Lothar knelt by his father for what seemed an age when suddenly the room was alit by a massive purple flame which seemed to be coming from the fallen sorcerer. Lothar raised his head, blood shocked eyes taking in the image. Before him lay a giant with a horned helm. This giant was coloured like the traitors but was far bigger and bulkier. The figure in the flame began to speek with Lothar.

“Greetings boy. You have proved well against my pawn Khazmond. Weak willed and over confident as I always said....” the figure spoke. Lothar reeled back in fear, “Who are you?” he whimpered. “Do not fear child, I am Arithas and I come to offer you my aid. Your father was a great man was he not?” Arithas spoke. Lothar nodded, but inside he did not trust this Arithas, he knew he must be there leader or something in how he spoke. “I apologise for Khazmond's attack on your father, he was not an intended targert. Come into the flame and I shall grant you power and a life that you could never comprehend adn your father.....I can return him to this world.” Arithas explained in a calm and peaceful voice.

Lothar knew that followers of Chaos were manipulative but what this Arithas spoke of did tempt him however. “How can I trust you Chaos follower?” Lothar growled. Arithas chuckled to himself. “Chaos is misunderstood child, there are those who use it in violence and extremity like the fool Khazmond, where as I embrace it and it embraces me allowing me to reach my full potential and make life flow as I see fit”. Lothar was intriggued, the prospect of having his father back and the all this power in his hands was too great an opportunity.

“Come lad, take my hand” Arithas gestured offering a massive gaunteleted hand to him. Lothar stepped slowly towards the flame. “Stand down boy!!” came a roar from behind Lothar.
Lothar spun to see who had shouted at him, when a great fear took him again. The skull masked Knight stood behind him His black armoured form reminding him of Gilliad.

“Rufus! How glad I am to see you” mocked Arithas. “You shall find no initiates for your vile legion here Chaos fiend!” roared the new comer. Arithas laughed mockingly. “Always one to try ruin one's fun Rufus...you never change..” Rufus raised the staff item that Lothar recognised from before, “Back to the shadows with you, in the name of the Emperor I cast thou back servant of the ruinous powers!” roared Rufus. “So be it Imperial lap dog, for this illusion I generate is but a tool of power, face to face I shall burn the flesh from your ancient bones........brother!” growled Arithas, and with that the flame was gone.

Lothar looked upon the newly arrived Knight, behind him more Knights entered the cavern and descdended the spiralling ramp behind him. “Boy....” grumbled Rufus angrily, “I see Brother Gilliad has come to a violent end as has his witch-hunter companion...your father I take it. Tell me did you slay the sorcerer?” Lothar nodded. “Do not offer me gestures, words shall account for what transpired here!” Rufus spoke angrily. His demeanour was unlike Gilliad's. He spoke like one that was in a constant rage. “Yes my lord Knight” Lothar began, “Lord Gilliad slayed the two traitors as he called them, but the witch.. I mean sorcerer struck him down along with my father. I was forced to take Lord Gilliad's holy blade and drive it into the vile beings neck. Then that Arithas appeared.” Rufus nodded slowly then spoke, much calmer this time, “A daring feat boy. This was no easy task for one so young and grief stricken. Do not concern yourself with Arithas, he is the enemy of all. His words are poison. Come you are to come with us...your quest has already began.....”

Now this was epic, If I can guess I would say Dark Templar are the loyalist chapter?? And the build up was good, kept me on the edge of my seat. So keep the good stuff coming.

Thanks friend. Well yes the Black Knights are loyalists. Chapter 3 should be up in the next day or two I'd say. Thanks again!

Np good to see nontraditional fan fiction, Just glad to not have to read about Ultra smurfs or BR

This is third chapter, its not very long but its just to tie over

THREE
PAIGE

The blinding lights illuminated the dark valley, the loud growling hum echoed from the closely pressed cliff edges. The cool night air tingled Lothar’s cheeks as he emerged from the deathly cavern. Grief still embraced him as he was led from the cavern by the giant Rufus, his hand on Lothar’s right shoulder as they walked. All around him Knights stood guard some waved strange devices that beeped around the cave mouth before they entered.

“My Lord Master of Sanctity, primary checks have turned up clear, there is no more sign of Volgan’s minions” one helmeted Knight explained approaching Rufus. “Very well brother sergeant, do what you must and we shall leave this place as soon as we can” replied the skull masked giant to the second Knight. The Knight simply gave a curt bow and moved of towards some of the others, not even giving any notice to Lothar. “Come boy, the Thunderhawk beckons” Rufus stated, pointing to the massive craft before them.

Strange lights glowed eerily inside the Thunderhawk’s interior as Lothar looked around. It was very large and spacious for any man, but the Knight’s bulk made it a little more claustrophobic for him. He was directed towards the back of the ship where seats lay along the inner wall. “Sit here” Rufus simply said before walking away. Lothar had done everything the giant asked without question. In his grief stricken state he felt like a zombie that would do the bidding of any who asked. Constantly the image of his father’s death flashed before his eyes. He cared not for what the Knight’s were prepared to do to him. Then a noise brought him back, a strange but very familiar sound. The muffled cries of an infant.

Lothar leaned over what seemed like a giant brass chalice. A glass like shell covered its top. Peering inside he seen a newborn child. Strange pipes and wires connected to a small metallic item that was placed on the infants chest, giving it an image of a great metallic spider lying on the baby. What was this? Why was there one so young here amongst these great warriors? Was it a sacrifice? He remembered the tales of the Knights taking infants from the orphanages. Maybe this was one of those blessed children, destined to become a Paige.

“This one has a great strength in him” explained a strange looking Knight. His armour was like that of a reverse of any others he seen. All white almost with some black. He wore no helmet and a strange instrument was where his left hand should be. He looked to Lothar, an inquisitive look on his face. “I am Bach, Apothecary of the fifth house under Marshall Mandeus, Guardian of the Chapter” explained the white armoured Knight. “I hear you came in contact with some Chaos worshippers, I must test you for any taint” explained Bach with no emotion whatsoever. Without any time to react to the Apothecary, Lothar was jabbed by the instrument on Bach’s hand and all went black…

Murmuring voices echoed all around, sounding far away but close at the same time. The feeling was very disorientating. Slowly Lothar opened his eyes. Looking around slowly he realised he was no longer on the Thunderhawk but in what seemed like a torture chamber. Blood soaked tiles covered the floor. Many large slates lay around the edges of the room with evil looking machines before them. Lothar realised now that he was not lying or standing but floating. Wearily he moved his hands out and made contact with an unseen barrier. What was this magic? He felt weightless. Checking his body, he was completely naked, scanning with his hands he found a strange mask covering his hands and mouth connected to a great snaking pipe that went up farther than his eyes could see. Then it dawned on him, he was submerged in water or some liquid in a great tube. He spun on the spot taking in everything.

Bach and Rufus entered the room with a third figure. The third Knight’s armour was heavily ornamented and he wore a robe similar to Gilliad’s but with much more decoration. The three figures walked to the glass staring at Lothar. Bach looked upon again with his emotionless face as Rufus still glared with his skull faced mask, the third however was different. He was a tall Knight, still smaller than the giant form of Rufus but he had a commanding air about him. He looked as though he had lived through a hundred lifetimes and yet his eyes burnt with a fire of someone who longed for adventure. These eyes made contact with Lothar’s and the slightest of grins crept at the side of his face. He then turned and spoke something to Bach. Lothar could hear nothing while he remained in the chamber and could not guess what they spoke of.

Bach nodded and walked to the edge of the room, to some form of a control alter. Toying with runes the liquid began to drain from the chamber and Lothar made contact with the cold hard steel floor. Once the liquid drained the tube rose quickly from him. Bach returned and removed the face mask. Rufus spoke something in the ancient tongue to the newcomer. Nodding and turning towards Lothar the new Knight spoke in the tongue of Herz. “Greetings Lothar, ally of Gilliad I am Marshall Mandeus and this entire fortress is under my command. Rufus tells me that you killed the sorcerer Kazmond and even came into contact with the unholy one am I correct?” Mandeus asked. Lothar coughed and then replied knowing not to nod after his first confrontation with Rufus.

“Yes My Lord, what you have been told is true” Lothar replied. Mandeus nodded with a smile. “Excellent, tell me young master how old are you?” Lothar looked puzzled at the question. “Thirteen years my lord” Lothar answered. Mandeus nodded once more and turned and spoke to Bach in the ancient tongue for a moment. Lothar felt as if he was being judged. After a few minutes Mandeus spoke once more to him, “Well I feel we have chosen well. Bach feels certain you are without taint. Over the last month we have been processing and assessing you accordingly” Mandeus explained. Month, thought Lothar. How could this be, it was if he had slept for only a few hours. “I have seen that look many times, do not worry boy” Bach explained. Lothar did not know what to think. “Come Bach, we can not let this promising lad catch cold, retrieve his Paige garments, his Squire training is about to be begin soon!” Mandeus spoke cheerily.

Training thought Lothar, would he really be given the chance to become a Knight? Mandeus clasped him on the shoulder, smiled then left the room. “Do not be fooled child, Marshall Mandeus may create an air of confidence for you but believe me, you have never endured anything like the trials that await you. Emperor keep you and watch over you because my boy, none here will!” Rufus’ words were as cold and bleak as the floor on which he stood on. “This will be much more of a test than some witch hunt!” growled Bach as he flung robes at Lothar, “Clothe yourself quickly Lothar, it all begins for you now!”

I think you need to break up the text a little more, it's a little hard to read.

Sorry guys about the txt. The chaos gods just mess around with it once i post it here. ill go try edit it up!

Np it has gotten better in your latest post but it wont hurt either. But keep it coming

Chapter 4 is on the way soon..

As promised..


FOUR
BROTHERHOOD


Lothar parried the powerful downward stroke at the last second with his own blade. His opponent slashed violently across Lothar’s chest. The young warrior leapt back just in time for the blade to only graze his chest. “Lucky” grunted his attacker and followed with a headlong charge. Lothar now had an advantage. His assailants weight would now be used against him. Turning to his side, Lothar let his opponent move by him. Lothar simply grabbed the off balance attacker from behind and held his blade across his neck. “Your defeated Kriel” he stated followed by a laugh.

Kriel was furious but had to give away the victory to Lothar. “Well done Paige” came the booming voice of the drill instructor. “Lothar’s quick reactions and thinking was what won the victory Kriel, do not be so eager to use brute force always” added the sergeant. “Yes my lord sergeant Barak” answered Kriel red faced. “Paige’s, training ends now. Meal time begins. Make your way to the dinning halls at once” barked Barak to all the young recruits spread around the exercise chamber.

“Lucky strike Lothar..” Kriel muttered as they walked side by side through the halls of the Great House. “Your naivety is your downfall Kriel, you heard what Sergeant Barak said… Your all brawn and no brain” joked Lothar to his companion. Kriel snuffed at the insult.

It had been almost a year since Lothar had been inducted into the Paige house of the Black Knights. Many other young men had been inducted around the same time as him. At one point Lothar had heard that there were over three hundred recruits taken by the Space Marines, but as the year had moved on these numbers soon dwindled. At most, Lothar counted maybe sixty. He had learned much, but still felt as if the holy warriors still kept many secrets. He had been educated greatly in the holy faith of the Holy Father or as he had been now thought to call him the Emperor of Mankind.

He learned that he would have much more to go through before he could even be considered to become a Squire and begin the physical transformation into a holy Black Knight. This was what all recruits aimed to achieve. He had lived in the fortress of Mandeus now and rarely ventured outside, only on training exercises. He also learned that Marshall Mandeus was known as Guardian of the Chapter who ruled an entire house of Black Knights and was charged with the defence of Kandras, the world in which he had come to call home. This world was what the Black Knights called home. Whether it was the world he grew up on or somewhere different he never did find out.

“Im dying for some roast swine or maybe a nice Grox meat pie!” said Kriel to Lothar as they entered the dinning hall. Lothar laughed in answer to his friends statement. Since they had been in training they never received any of the food they once knew. Only the strange tasteless pudding the Space Marines servants served them. It was to promote health and nutrition in the Paige’s, nothing more.

“I know Lothar… but I can dream cant I?” Kriel added with a smile, “How’s your wound?”. Lothar eyed his companion, rubbing his chest. “I barely felt it” Lothar explained sarcastically. “I do get carried away as you know, it’s the sheer demeanour of this place that does it too me. Training allows me to unleash any pressure!” explained Kriel. “I know, but next time do it to someone else like Hamai” Lothar explained nodding towards one of the other recruits in the que for food.

“I heard that Lothar!” growled Hamai. Hamai was tall and broad for his age. His square jaw and low, heavy brow made him look like a thug, and rightly so”. Kriel laughed at Hamai’s remarks. Kriel was of the same slender build as Lothar. His hair was cut short, and his face seemed like that of someone twice his age. “Don’t worry Hamai, I wont insult you in the training chamber…again!” shouted Kriel. Kriel was an excellent fighter, just extremely headstrong. He had beaten everyone at least twice in training. Hamai grunted like a wild beast and walked from his spot in the queue to where Kriel and Lothar stood. “This is no training room now Kriel, you have no blade to protect you!” Hamai stated pointing a fat sausage like finger against Kriel’s chest. “Came yourself Hamai!” Lothar shouted stepping between the two young men. He could see the anger boiling in Hamai’s eyes, and Kriel was never one to back away from a fight.

“Don’t worry Lothar, this great ape doesn’t scare me” explained Kriel to his friend. Hamai was much bigger and heavier than Kriel. One punch from the brute would surely of broken Kriel’s jaw. Hamai roared with anger and pushed Kriel to the floor hard. Lothar tried hold back the big Hamai as he advanced on the sprawled form of Kriel. The other recruits in the line cheered as the chance of a fight escalated. Lothar found himself in the middle as Kriel had leapt back to his feet and squared off to Hamai.

“Stand down Lothar, I can defend myself!” Kriel said coldly. Lothar looked at his friend and back to Hamai. Before he could react, Hamai barged past him sending him now to the ground. Hamai grabbed Kriel by the shoulders and swung him around. Kriel lashed out with his knee into Hamai’s groin. Hamai howled in pain and let go of the young man. “See Lothar, I too can use my own reactions and quick thinking!” joked Kriel loudly to the laughs of the other recruits.

Lothar laughed along with the others, but soon his reaction turned to shock. Kriel held his fists high in victory and then paused as the cheering crowd turned silent. Lowering his hands he felt a powerful grip on his shoulders and an all too familiar voice, “Paige Kriel. You and your ‘friend’ Hamai have earned some time in the Shroud” came the booming voice of Chaplain Rufus.

Lothar cringed at the thought of his friend being subjected to the fabled Shroud. “Young Lothar” Rufus spoke, “disobedience does not travel far from its source, you too are to accompany your companions”. Lothar’s heart sunk. This was one thing no Paige ever wanted to

well done, This is hands down some of the best fanfiction I have EVER read, although some grammar issues remains but they are far and few between I must say. And one question, what is the shroud? Like a cell for penitence?

2 chapters so close together, I dont know whats come over me well enjoy, and keep the comments coming!

FIVE
THE SHROUD

A wave of terror swept across Lothar as the visions flashed before him. All around him, fellow recruits were burned down to charred bones. The incinerating flames engulfed everyone around him. He watched as Kriel was burned to death along with Hamai. Their screams echoed all around the chamber. Lothar was paralyzed, any attempt to move was futile. Suddenly the flames receded back and a figure stood before him. It was a Space Marine. He approached Lothar, his armour was different from any of the Knight’s. It was blue and he carried a great staff.

“Lothar do not fear. I can save you from this damnation” the Marine spoke. “Who are you stranger?” cried Lothar. The blue armoured Marine answered calmly, “I am Librarian Arithas, I come to save you from this hell!” explained the Librarian. Lothar froze for a second. Arithas he thought. Was this not the name of the Chaos follower who communicated with him in the cave all those months back?

“Arithas!” shouted Lothar, “You are no ally of mine!” The Librarian laughed loudly, and transformed before Lothar’s very eyes into the giant sickly purple armoured form he had seen before. “Your memory serves you well Witch-hunter spawn!” spat the Chaos follower. Lothar retorted at the insult on his family. “You are only daemon spawn! Let me burn! Return to the shadows whence you came!” roared Lothar.

Arithas chuckled deeply to himself and spoke, “Very well”. Soon the flames returned and Lothar felt the heat of the flames, and the smell of his own flesh burning. Death would come now, but first agony!

“Your readings are very… unusual” came the cold, emotionless voice of Apothecary Bach. Lothar looked around the room. It was the Apthecarian room he had once woke in when he first arrived. Bach removed him from the casket like machine that he lay in.

Lothar checked his body, there was no sign of fire damage to his skin at all, but he still felt the pain. “How do you feel?” asked Bach. “Painful, Apothecary. I feel scorched but there is no sign of damage” explained Lothar. “The Shroud does that to some. But more important is what you seen. You seen… Him didn’t you?” asked Bach, a different tone coming into his voice, almost of complete curiosity.

“Arithas?” Lothar asked! “Hush boy! Do not mention that name here, do you understand?” Bach growled angrily. Lothar was taken back by the ferocity in the Apothecaries voice. “I must speak with Rufus, in the mean time you are free to return to your fellow recruits, but remember Lothar” spoke Bach, this time a great seriousness surrounding him, “Utter no word of what you seen to anyone until myself or Chaplain Rufus address you, understood?” Lothar promised and left the room still tingling from the effects of the Shroud.

Chaplain Rufus marched effortlessly through the halls of the fortress. Bach’s words dancing around his head. The great form of his ornamental Terminator armour dwarfed the other Knights that he passed, all acknowledging him with salutes and praise. Rufus merely nodded in response. Marching up the great winding stairway of the very north tower, Rufus was adamant to come to the meaning of this, and very few could he counsel with over such matters.

At the top of the stairs, two great doors stood, guarded by two great warriors also armoured in Tactical Dreadnought armour. They both saluted Rufus and opened the doors without question. Rufus moved through the doors into the great hall of the Masters.

“Honourable Rufus, you wished to speak with me?” asked a figure who stood facing out a great stain glass window. “Brother, I have come to seek your council” spoke Rufus removing his skull mask and placing it on a great alter that ran along the left wall of the massive, pillared room. The other Black Knight turned with a thoughtful look on his face.

“It is a very rare time indeed when you seek council from me!” replied the Marine. “I know Brother Raphael, but this is something I have only witnessed once amongst recruits” Rufus explained. His old scared face looked as ancient as the fortress. A trimmed grey beard hung from his face, cold eyes glared out from under heavy grey eyebrows.

Raphael was puzzled by his old friends claims. “What is it friend?” Rufus walked towards Raphael. “One of the recruits was sentenced to the Shroud by myself. He witnessed his fears as any others that have when in the Shroud. But this recruit witnessed something else… He appeared in his vision.” Rufus explained. Raphael was taken back by this. “In all my years Rufus, I never thought a second would emerge. I have been Chapter Master for almost two hundred years and this has occurred only once I know. Should we awaken Honourable Hogan for guidance?” Raphael asked.

“Maybe, Chapter Master but first I wish for the recruit to speak with my champion. Compare their visions and screen him thoroughly” explained Rufus. “That is one of the reasons I came to seek your council Raphael, it would mean calling him back from his campaign and changing the forces in action!” Rufus explained.

“Madness!” explained Raphael. “There is one other option, Lord Master. I can take him with me to the Yiren system myself and seek council there with him” Rufus added. “But he is still only human, he may not survive this journey” Raphael explained. “I know my lord, that is why I plan to have him indocturned into the Squire house of Barakiel and begin his training. Only then shall I take him with me” Rufus explained.

“You work mysteriously old friend” Raphael said, “But if that is what you feel you must do then so be it! But have Bach monitor the recruits every advancement carefully. Not always do ones with visions go on to great things Rufus, you for one know this better than any” Rufus nodded slowly as he retrieved his helmet and left the chamber. Chapter Master Raphael was left to ponder the old Chaplains methods in solitude. It was not the first time for this.

Good as always, good to see that you have gotten past the gramar and dividing up the story problems. And Chaplains... how much better can it get

Its been a while coming but chapter 6 is finally done!

SIX
SQUIRE

Sweat dripped from Lothar’s brow as he awoke suddenly from his slumber. He felt the pounding in his chest recede almost immediately as his enhanced system began to relax his twin hearts. The nightmares slowly faded from his thoughts. Every night for the last two years had the dreams of the Enemy haunted him.

It had been a gruelling two years. He had been taken away from the other recruits and was trained in solitude. He was constantly watched and monitored by Bach the Apothecary and Chaplain Rufus. But one Knight always stayed with him constantly. Sergeant Alphias.

Alphias was one of the commanders of the fabled Dark Stalkers. These Knights were the elite of the Tenth House of Barakiel. The ultimate in Space Marine Scouts. When a Paige became a Squire he was inducted into the Tenth House under the watchful eye of Master Barakiel, its Captain. Once a Squire proved himself he was granted the honour of becoming a Knight and donning the holy Power Armour. But some Squires had adapted to life as a scout and were promoted to the Dark Stalkers, the elite scouts of the Black Knights.

Lothar had changed greatly over the two years as he was gifted with the holy implants to become an Adeptus Astartes. He had grown greatly in mass and strength. His senses were enhanced beyond any normal human’s capabilities. He had been thought through the Hypno Crown’s about the Imperium and it’s enemies. He learned of an ancient and enigmatic race called the Eldar, of alien monstrosities known as the Tyranids, of a young highly advanced race called the Tau and of the barbaric greenskin creatures, the Orks. All of these gave him different feelings of hatred towards them but no hatred as much as he had for Chaos.

Much of the Black Knights history was explained but he could not help feeling that a lot of it was left out. Many blanks were left unexplained. He learnt of another great figure in their past where they received their holy Gene-seed. The Holy Primarch Rogal Dorn. The first Chapter Master Hogan. He learned to abhor all psykers, seeing them all as witches, even more so than he already did. Then there were the lessons of the most hated enemy to the Chapter, of the one he dreamt about for the last two years.

Arithas Volgan was the greatest enemy to the Black Knights. His legions were spread far and wide across the galaxy, infiltrating Imperial planetary governments and turning entire systems against the Imperium without so much as firing one shot. But the strength of Volgan’s power was not solely in his minions persuasive tactics but in their man power. Should a planetary governor remain loyal then the invasion would begin.

Striking from unknown quarters, Traitor Marines would launch assaults on the systems beating them into submission in days. It was said that the number of renegade Space Marines under his command is unknown. But could number in the thousands as more and more join his cause. Volgan was said to know all of the Black Knight’s secrets and history. How this was so Lothar did not know, and did not wish to think on this. He learned of Volgan’s Lieutenant and right hand, Sentinant Krowl. One of the Chapters primary enemies. Extremely dangerous, he was responsible for the deaths of many Black Knight captains and high ranking officials including the mortal wounding of previous Chapter Master Hogan. In two years Lothar had advanced and learned a lot, and today something else was going to change his life once more.

“Squire Lothar! Again you dream these dark images!” came the gruff voice of Sergeant Alphias. Lothar looked upon his sergeant who stood in the doorway of his private chamber. “Come, gather your things. Chaplain Rufus has some news for you” explained the Sergeant.

Lothar walked beside his sergeant in silence. He now wore his scout armour. Pistol holstered by his left hip and combat blade hanging by the other. Through the dimly lit corridors there moved quickly and quietly until they reached the Oratory of Rufus.

“You wished to see me Master of Sanctity?” Lothar asked as he entered the Oratory. Rufus’ massive hulking form turned to face the Squire. “Ay lad. How are your dreams?” asked the Chaplain. “There is no change Chaplain” explained Lothar. Rufus nodded slowly in understanding.

“Today we set out on a holy quest. One of answers. Does this comfort you?” Rufus asked. Lothar looked puzzled at the Chaplain, glancing at Alphias beside him. The older Knight gave him no expression. “We are to set out on a journey that you have been held here in solitude for. All your private training has come down to this moment.” Rufus explained. “It’s in accordance with my dreams isn’t it Chaplain Rufus?” asked the Squire. “Ay lad, and because of those dreams you had to be kept close to me and Bach!” Lothar nodded. “Sergeant Alphias will accompany us along with five others.

“Who are the five Master?” asked Lothar. “Hamai, Kriel and Bach whom you know” started Rufus. “Two veteran Knights also accompany us, Cain and Barthas. They are two of the Chapters greatest heroes as you know!” Lothar had heard of these. He knew of Cain who served in High Marshall Remerez’ of the first House bodyguard. But to be accompanied by Barthas was an honour. For Barthas was the Chapter Champion.

The hanger was vast, many vehicles sat quietly as servitors and Techmarines attended to their spirits. Lothar stood with Alphias as they awaited the others. “Do not be nervous Lothar, remember your litanies and the Emperor shall protect.” Alphias spoke softly with a hand on Lothar’s shoulder. “I do not fear the journey Sergeant, it is not making a fool of myself in front of such highly admired Knights such as Barthas and Cain!” explained Lothar with the hint of a smile. Alphias grinned, “ And what about me? I am such a highly praised Knight too and you are never nervous around me?” joked Alphias. Lothar laughed and began to answer when he sensed the footfalls of others.

“Alphias my friend, still hiding in shadows are you?” came a deep voice. “Cain you brown nose!” Alphias sneered. Lothar watched the ornamentally power armoured form of the veteran close on him and his Sergeant. For a moment Lothar feared an argument when surprisingly the two veterans clasped each other in a great bear hug.

“How are you, you old dog?” asked Alphias, his clean shaven scar riddled face looking the opposite to Cain’s youthful face. Long golden hair hung at shoulder length, and moustache crept from one side of his chin, over his lip to the opposite side. “This here Cain, is Lothar” Alphias explained once he let go of the Knight. “Greetings Lothar, I hear you are the one we are charged with protecting! I hope Alphias has not made you soft?” Cain joked. “Protecting?” Lothar asked glancing to Alphias worriedly. Cain looked to Alphias and back to Lothar. “Well that is what was explained by the Chaplain to me!” Alphias raised his hands, then Rufus emerged with two other Squires. It was Kriel and Hamai.

“Lothar you have grown!” came the voice of Kriel. “Your even starting a beard!” he added. Lothar laughed and shook his old friends hand. Seeing Kriel now warmed him a little, his scout armour looked odd on the young warrior. But Hamai however looked much more in place, a bush beard hung from his face, long brown hair brushed back. “Lothar” grunted Hamai. Lothar nodded back in answer. Once introductions were made they still waited for Barthus and Bach.

“Just like someone of his calibre to late!” joked Cain. Lothar was afraid to laugh in the presence of Rufus. Bach emerged accompanied by two medical servitors, fully helmeted and ready. “Barthus is coming now Chaplain!” explained the Apothecary in his emotionless voice.

Doors opened at the opposite end of the hanger and group of heavily armed Knights emerged. They made their way towards the small troupe and stopped. Among the group stood Chapter Master Raphael. The party knelt before their master before rising to their feet once more.

“Good luck on your quest brothers. I have come to see you off personally. I wish the Emperors protection on you Lothar and your fellowship. Now Barthus is ready to accompany you.

Stepping forward, Barthus was decked out in the finest of armour. His face was masked by his helmet. He carried a crackling power sword and combat shield. Gold was painted on some of his armour plates marking his achievements. He was a giant for a Knight. Joining the group he tipped the point of his sword on both of Lothar’s shoulders and then fell in beside him. Lothar was amazed at Barthus’ greeting and remained silent.

“Now Brothers I bid you farewell!” said Raphael and he and his bodyguard left the hanger. Rufus looked at the assembled group and ordered them all into a nearby Thunderhawk. “We shall reach the Emperors Blade in two hours. After that we shall set out on our journey.

Wow... Well this is interesting, I sense bloodshed will follow soon.

Just to tie over

SEVEN
EMPERORS BLADE

The Thunderhawk rumbled as it made its way through the atmosphere of Kandras then all was silent as Space enveloped the craft. Lothar watched as the planet fell away. It had taken almost ninety minutes to reach this side of the planet and enter space. Lothar was still amazed at the sight. It was the first time he had ever encountered this. All his solitary training had never prepared him for this awe inspiring view. Clouds moved across the globe slowly. He could see darkness covering the far side of the planet as night took its hold. Amazing, thought Lothar.

“I remember the first time I went off world too Lothar” came the voice of Alphias bringing Lothar back to the Thunderhawk’s interior. Lothar looked at the grizzled sergeant with a grin. “Soon though lad… this will be nothing to you” Alphias explained. “When the flames of war burn right across a planets surface and the enemy awaits you, there is nothing like the feeling of striking at their heart!” came the voice of Cain. Alphias and Lothar looked upon the veteran. Cain looked lost as he looked blankly out of the porthole.

“Ay brother! Bringing the Emperor’s judgement to our enemies is our holy duty. Satisfaction in doing so is a plus!” Alphias replied with a laugh, echoing a laugh from Cain and even Bach. Lothar was shocked at the Apothecaries reaction. Thinking him a serious and solemn marine. Maybe being away from the planet and duties relaxed the medic.

Rufus watched from the far end of the Thunderhawk, close to the cockpit. His empty skull mask eyes seemed to look upon Lothar. Thinking back to the first day he had seen him, with his father and the Knight Gilliad, Lothar’s mind began to wander. Then the thoughts of his dreams hit him and the image of Volgan flashed before his minds eye.

“This is brilliant isn’t it Lothar?” called Kriel. Lothar smiled at his friend. Alphias laughed quietly to himself at the innocence of the Squire’s. Hamai however sat silently gazing from another porthole. Kriel clapped his hands together with a cheer. The anticipation was growing greatly in him, what was next?

Cain and Alphias spoke with each other, often turning to Lothar, Kriel and Hamai. Bach pretended to not be interested, his helmet covered his face which was full of intent. He often had to keep himself from giving his input un till he relaxed and decided to join the conversation. Rufus had entered the cockpit and spoke with the pilots. Barthas however remained silent and still, sword resting across his lap, shield by his feet. His solidarity was strange to Lothar but he respected it.

Leaning closely to Cain he asked him about him. Cain glanced at Barthas then spoke quietly. “He is Champion of the Chapter and rightly so. Many a deed he has performed, more so than almost any other. Aliens, beasts and heretics have all fallen to his blade as they have to mine and Alphias’, but in such ways you would not imagine, yet there is one greater.” explained Cain with seriousness in his voice.

Lothar leaned closer, “Who?” “The Champion of Rufus, the ultimate Knight of the Chapter…no not a Knight, the Paladin. That is what he is known as, and that is his name. Only Rufus knows his true name.” explained Cain. “I have never heard of him, yet he is such a great hero?” explained Lothar. Cain grinned. “You know him as Master of the Third house, known as the crusading house. Their mission takes them far from Kandras, in almost one hundred years he has not set foot on his homeworld. It is he who we are venturing to seek” explained Cain. Lothar was taken back, the fact of two of the chapters greatest heroes would be present for Lothar.

Rufus entered the bay and spoke, “The Emperors Blade is before us, prepare for docking. Such a holy vessel this is, that Squires have never set foot inside it! You are truly blessed, remember this!” Alphias looked to Lothar and other two Squires. “What Rufus means is do not do anything foolish!” the sergeant explained. Lothar felt wary, gazing from a porthole he caught a glimpse of one of the largest single object he had ever seen in his life time. The Emperors Blade dominated his view and a overwhelming feeling of insignificance grasped him tight.

Nice work, how many chapters have you planed? anysway keep it up man=)

Not too sure how many chapters yet! Sorry I havent gotten a chance to post, will do soon!

YAY will be looking forwards to the ones to come

Next chapter is on route, I havent forgotten about it! hopefully soon enough

Good to hear man. Dont keep us waiting to long then

As promised. A short one to tie over

EIGHT
INTO THE WARP

The Emperor’s Blade was older than anything that Lothar had seen before, even older than the Chapter Fortress back on Kandras. The eerily lit corridors echoed with the hums of the Machine Spirits at work. The small group of Knights marched in silence through the halls since they arrived in the hangar bay.

Rufus led the group through the maze of corridors of the Battle Barge. The Emperors Blade was one of the Black Knights greatest weapons and was held in the utmost of respect. It was an ancient piece of weaponry from a forgotten time. The sheer size of the vessel took Lothar’s breath away.

The silence was abruptly broken by Chaplain Rufus’ deep gravely voice.
“Ahead is the chambers of the members of the First House. Lord Duke Remerez awaits us there. Remember this Squires that the Knights of the First House are our Chapters most veteran warriors and must be treated with the utmost of respect. It is they who have agreed to transport us to our destination. They rule over all onboard remember this!”

The large doors opened silently to reveal the great hall. Many doors lined the walls leading to personal living quarters for each of the Knights. Un armoured giants went about their own business paying no heed to the newcomers. Some Knights in Terminator Armour stood sentinel around the room. As Rufus moved through the room with the others one un armoured Knight approached him with a salute and gestured towards a large brass door. With a nod and without stopping Rufus and the others made their way across the hall towards the doors.

“Rufus” a grim voice uttered. Lothar spied a large figure standing with his back to the group, hands folded behind his back. His tactical dreadnought armour silhouetted by the dim light. Turning slowly, an ancient Knight looked upon the small group coldly.

“So this is where we find ourselves brothers! In these dark days when He assaults us on all fronts. One more ‘visionary’ emerges… I still do not know whether to find comfort or to call for an execution” Remerez spoke all the while eyeing Lothar. Slowly the captain moved towards them. Lothar felt a chill down his spine at the words the Lord Duke said. The Captain of the First House was known for his stubbornness and cold demeanour, and Lothar had experienced this now first hand.

“Lord Duke, Raphael himself has blessed this mission as you know. Though I mean no disrespect this matter is not for you to decide!” growled Rufus. Remerez’ eyes narrowed and the slightest hint of a grin crossed his scarred face but quickly faded.

“You have not changed ancient one” replied Remerez with a lighter tone. “I see you have taken Barthas away from his duties also. This really is quite an interesting mission Lord of Sanctity. Let us hope we reach our destination swiftly so we can return to our duty. Now follow my brothers to your chambers, we are almost ready to make our warp jump..” With that a Knight appeared to escort the group away. Lothar did not like the feeling in the company of the veterans.

It felt as if their was much anger towards him, as if he had taken them away from something of even greater importance. But now his thoughts turned to the jump to the Warp. He heard that the experience was not a pleasant one and that was all he needed to distract him.

All I can say to this is.... WOW!

Sorry for all the delays, more shall follow soon!

Dont forget us master, we demand moar! MOAR I tell you

Some teething problems with the story but hopefully should not be too long!