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So much effort you people put into this
but as everyone says (or just me) EFFORT MAKES FOR AWESOME!
Just try not to over do this and kill it. It would be a shame for a great thread
like this to die. And one suggestion ADD JERVIS

and omg emperors faithful 2500 posts in a few months you really dont
have anything better to do eh? Same goes for the rest of you

ill have you know ive managed 50 in a day!

Alpharius activated his jump pack once more, launching himself further into the fray towards the Arch Heretic, his Blade of the Moderatus reaping through foes with ease. Cheese's challenging roar was met with a reptilian snarl, as he brought his blade up stopping the Heretic's own. "The Sergeant was a valued Brother heretic!" spat Alpharius, he brought his blade in for another strike which was easily parried by his foe. "You shall pay for his defilement!"

Around them GoFenris' Assault Marine cut their way through the heretic center, buying valuable time for the men of the 1337th who were hard pressed under the Assault of the Hordes' Vanguard. Traitors surrounded the brave Marines, out numbering them hundreds to one, never once was the out come of their battle questioned their survival was not part of the plan. In orbit the Litany of Dakka was preparing an Orbital Strike on their position, they simply had to hold out long enough for their Brothers and the Guardsmen to escape, there would be another day, and another battle for OT.

Alpharius ducked under a sweep of Cheese's blade, barely managing to avoid the decapitating blow, his foe had grown powerful far more powerful than he remembered. He brought a fist up into his armoured gut, his super human strength denting where it hit, Cheese staggered backwards but managed to parry the blow that followed. Alph swore, how had they let this, this creature become so powerful?

---

OT Gates, 1337th Regiment, Commissar Frazzled

The venerable Commissar's shotgun fell to the ground, it had run dry and there was no time to reload. In one swift motion Frazzled drew both his Boltpistol and Powersword, thumbing the activation rune on one while firing the other into the head of a traitor. For an Old man he seemed to move as though he were an Eldar, dodging and parrying blows that would have killed a lesser man. Righteous fury burned with in him as his blade struck heads from beasts and his pistol blew flesh from bodies, around him his troopers fought valiantly to hold the line, they had to allow the others time to escape.

"Frazzled," crackled the voice of High Artificer Leggoburner through the vox. Frazz, you must pull back as many of your men as possible. Too many good men and women have already fallen this day."

The Commissar did not reply, he couldn't reply OT was his home the thought of leaving it to this horde did not sit well with him. "Frazz, there is a lull in the Combat, Alpharius' distraction is buying you time, for the love of the Emperor pull out, we can't stall the bombardment any longer." came Leggo's voice once more pleading for one of the beloved Mods to with draw. Frazz nodded, "Affirmative." he said sadly, with a wave of his blade he signaled for the 1337th to fall back.

---

OT Sewers, 1st Squad First Company DCM Marines, Captain Malfred,

Brother Grizgrin and his heavy bolter were the first to respond to the Troll leader's charge, the weapon barking along with his manacle laughter as he blew several of its smaller kin apart. With out waiting for orders the others opened fire as well their assortment of bolt rounds making quick work of the others, Malf dropped his bolter on its sling and drew his Relic Blade, choosing instead to assault the large creature head on.

"Brothers Studios and Stynier, cut them off from reinforcements SEAL THE TUNNEL!" he bellowed as he swung his blade towards the beast. The two Marines nodded, Stynier took the lead cutting down Trolls that charged them with bursts of Boltgun fire allowing Studios to get behind the assault and let loose with his flamer dousing the highly flammable creatures in cleansing flame. Stynier prepped a melta bomb as the others continued to rain death upon the trolls which had foolishly let their prescience known too early, his chuckle was cut off by a bolter round slamming into his pauldron, for a moment he though he had been hit by a ricochet until he saw the power armored figures marching down the wrongly placed Space Corridor.

"Captain!" he cried as a bolt round impacted in the soft mesh of his elbow busting his arm, "TROLL MARINES!"

Malf turned to look, caught off Guard by the sudden arrival of Gwars! Legion, it had been a mistake his large foe swatted him across the room his rib cage breaking. Whitedragoon turned his Combi-Plasmagun on the creature blowing it apart with twin lances of superheated blue energy, while Combatmedic ran to the fallen Captain checking on his condition. With the troll horde defeated Grizgrin and Jin rushed forward to the mouth of the Corridor, Jin grabbing Stynier by his pack and pulling him back. Griz joined Studios in pouring fire down the tunnel, in attempt to stall the approaching Marines.

"The... charges..." coughed Malf, weakened by his injury. "Activate the charges..."

Combatmedic glanced side long at Dragoon who rushed to where the charges had fallen, he activated them and gave them a toss. They detonated in a fiery shower sealing the tunnel.

A message broadcast through the squads vox frequency, "I'm sorry Brothers," began the disheartened voice of Iorek, "We had to start the bombardment, know that Second Squad and the Imperial Guard were able to escape. Try and find a place to hide, we will return for you."

The squad glanced around at one another as Combatmedic began treating injuries, they would be safe where they were for now, but soon Gwar! would come for them.

Nice work stynier
TROLL MARINES

The massive bulk of the AdMech transport Robot Octopus sped insystem at top speed, engines flaring brightly against the cold background of space. Stealth was no longer an issue; the situation on the ground had gone from bad to worse.

Princeps Dreadnote remained in the cockpit of his Reaver Titan, Face Puncher, deep in thought. When the time came, he would stride out at the head of this battlegroup of Legio Plasticard, and lay waste to those filthy heretics...
"Princeps! We have word coming in from the bridge, the guard have retreated and the fleet is preparing to fire on Hive OT!" exclaimed his Moderati.

"Then the situation must be dire indeed... But a lance strike won't be enough, surely they know that! Those trolls'll just keep coming back. We need to get in there and finish this personally. Signal the bridge, tell them to set us down outside the bombardment perimiter. We'll march past the regrouping Guard forces and bolster their morale. Then we'll advance up to the hive and eradicate any filth that remains."

"Aye princeps! Transmitting now."
Dreadnote smiled. Soon the battle would begin. He, and the four Warhounds making up the rest of his battlegroup, would soon turn the tide of this battle.

------

The massive loading ramp of the Robot Octopus ground slowly open, revealing storm-wracked skies ahead, pierced by the towering spire of Hive OT. The ground shook under the massive tread of the Legio's feet, as the war engines spread out in line abreast.
"Titans, advance! We shall crush these-"
"Princeps, the bombardment!"
Dreadnote's speech was cut short, as the sky was filled with a terrible ruby light. Lance beams slashed down from the orbiting fleet, blasting gaping wounds in the hive structure. Explosions blossomed across it's surface, and debris rained down on the retreating troops beneath. It was a mesmerising sight.

Eventually, the firestorm ceased. A deathly silence filled the air. Perhaps he was imagining it - surely he was, as no such sound could carry so far - but even as Princeps Dreadnote advanced his war engines, he thought he heard a faint, mocking laughter drift out from the ruined hive.

@corpses Glad you liked it.

Oh and here's this.

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I want to hear more about the mighty Titan Face Puncher.

I'll post something later... I'm busy trying to play Halo on my desktop computer and browse forums on my netbook at the same time.

Deff regained consciousness in what appeared to be a room of endless shadows, laying in a strangely warm liquid. He sat up but immediately regretted it as he shrieked in the agony his wounds gave him, and in the realisation that he was sitting in a pool of his own blood, yet while he roared in pain another voice could be heard, a faint but grating maniacal laughter that sent a chill through Deff's pain-wracked body.

The arch lich-lord Corpsesarefun strode out of the darkness, tendrils of fog and shadow still clinging to his unnatural form, and knelt down by Deff, thin lips parting, the necromancer spoke. "you intrigue me mortal; your planet has been wiped by my minions twice now, your family and friends have been slaughtered and used as components for my constructions, your puny body has been sundered beyond repair and your life is but a blade away from ending" the necromancer paused to indicate the blackened power sword at his hip "yet you continue to defy me... Why?", Deffs response however was merely a gurgle due his blood filled lungs inability to produce any other sound, "you a boring when you cannot speak mortal..." hissed Corpsesarefun before grabbing a whisper of shadow and blowing it onto what remained of Deff, chanting dark rituals as he blew, in a twisted act of kindness. Deff twisted and wretched as the shadows poured into every orifice, burning away his wounds, corrupting his body with dark energies and giving the sensation of spiders under his skin - he screamed as every cell in his body was destroyed and rebuilt by the necromancers perverse spells but suddenly it stopped. The guardsman felt rejuvenated, reborn even, and proceeded to stand with ease as Corspesarefun also stood up, the lich towered over Deff yet the stalwart commander looked him in the eye and said but four words "this is for Sophia". Deff grabbed the sword at the hip of Corpsesarefun and plunged it through the necromancers right eye, corpses let out an inhuman howl as the darkness surrounding them faded away leaving Deff alone in a storage compartment of the cargo bay of "the spirit of damnation".

Thinking quickly Deff took the arcane sword still in his hands and carved through the door, sprinting through the halls of the cargo bay and towards a the escape pods at the rear of the ship. Corpsesarefun remained in the bridge of the ship howling in pain as he pulled out what remained of his eye, then tore out the eye of the closest minion and put that in its place before violently instructing the remaining minions to find and destroy the guardsmen. Little did the lich know that Deff had already launched the pod and was approaching the nearest planet at great speed.
His destination?
The OT hive.

Meanwhile,as the pod crashing towards the OT hive....


For a slim moment he had seen there,running in verdant fields.The sun in his face.Then that Lichlord had brought him back,brought him back to a world of pain and hatred.He had been with them,his family.Running and playing as he always had,chasing after his sons in the long fields of wheat.The sky had quickly become black,dark storm clouds growing over head as some evil encroached upon his dream of peace.He had then been brought back to this nightmare of a world,this place of anguish and it filled him with rage.He dwelt on this thoughts no longer as he broke through the upper atmosphere.Upon drawning closer to the growned the craft had begun to shake violently,flame around it.From the grown it must have looked like a large falling meteor.Deff himself had not stayed conscious for long after entering the upper layers of the atmosphere.The violent shaking causing him to hit his head as the craft fell,he had woken catching glimpses of the incoming ground as he fell towards it.But these were fleeting and all was black once more.


Upon the command deck of the Spirit of Damnation....

The Lichlord scratched at his new eye,it seemed that his body was rejecting it.It felt mildly unpleasant as it itched and watered.Suddenly with no warning the comm screen flickered to life.A larged robed figure sat upon a throne,his red eyes giving off a harsh glow which contrasted with the dark viel that hung over him.The figure started to speak."you have failed he has escaped!"Yelled the man.
"It was an error in timing,I let my guard down for a moment..."
"I do not want yo hear your excuses,you have new orders!"Interupted the man.
"My lord I can catch him,I just need...need time."
"Which we have none of,rejoin the main battle fleet.We are having difficulties in capturing this hive!"
"But sir...."
"No buts,follow my orders or you shall find yourself replaced!"Yelled the voice and with that the comm screens went dead.
The crew looked slack jawed at their master,no one had ever adressed him this way before.
"What are you staring at you no brains,you heard what he said break pursuit.We rejoin the main fleet!"Yelled the lichlord.
The crew hurried into life as they begun to person buttons and rush about attending to the needs of the ship.


The Spam badlands south east of the OT hive.....


Deff once again awoke,he was feeling numb.The jarring landing he had,had made his legs feel uneasy as he stepped foward to open the pods door.What greeted him, was an unwelcome sight to behold.The land before him was barren and dead.No other signs of intelligent life could be seen.Those that could be were a few gibbering idiots worried with their own matters of conquest as they wondered round this forsaken land.
A loud shriek pierced the air,although what was said was nothing useful.
"My socks the kitten stole them,beware the kitten of the end times,BEWARE!!!"
The mad hermits stumbled about eyeing him strangely as he passed there encampments.Strange noises could be heard as another shout rung about the badlands.
"No John you are the daemons!"
At this the incampment nearest to Deff became excited shouting,"William is a rubber duck!"
"Forsaken filth."Spat Deff under his breath.
His march trundled on,his legs had by this time become some what better and even though now feeling stiff Deff did not feel like staying here and so pushed onwards.
After many a mile he had attracted a large crowd of the gibbering idiots as his walk seemed to interest them some how.Suddenly a mad old man,his eyes open wide while messy long hair covered his brow.
"Sir,take pity on old Jack let hims go with you.He doesn't wants to stay here,he doesn't!"Screamed the mad Jack.
"Leave me allow you filth!"Cursed Deff with a scowl.Back handing the hermit as he did so,he would not have such a madman accompany him on his journey.He walked for many an hour pressing on,yet the land seem endless and the small hermit settlements became few and far between.Yet old Jack still followed him,it seemed the old man was now stuck with him wether he liked it or not.As the hours drew on shell fire grew louder,starting at a small thudding sound hours ago it had now transformed into a loud bang.He was walking right into the mouth of hell,he knew it.He hoped though that he was not coming up behined troll lines.Yet he needed not worry about that,he still had a long ways to go.Him and his unwanted servant Jack.

The dreaded troll fleet,some hours earlier....

"Hail friend,you have strange hair!"Yelled the large trollish general on the other end.
"Hail you filthy bugger,now please let us get down to business!"Hissed Lichlord Corpses.
"Touche"Anwsered the troll,"Your orders have been re directed.Instead of coming with the fleet you shall be sent to the planet bellow."
"What am I to do here?"Questioned the LichLord.
"We need you to commit the ultimate act of madness,we need you to commit threadomancy!These open portal will create massive spawning pits for more trolls who will want to get in before the locking of the thread."Said the troll,and with that the comms screen went dead once more and he was left to play errand boy.Him joining forces with the trolls was begining to seem less and less like a good move on his part.Yet not wanting to bring the wrath of there forces upon him Corpses ordered his ship to disembark,they were head to the OT hive.

Please forgive any major spelling errors made it was fairly late when I typed this out.

Legendary story chris

corpsesarefun uses threadomancy!

Good job both of you.

so awesome its like Chuck Norris and Mr.T walking into a building

Cheesepie wrote:
and omg emperors faithful 2500 posts in a few months you really dont
have anything better to do eh? Same goes for the rest of you

I've been sick for the past week or two. REAL sick. So yeah, I've not had much else to do.
*whisper* pweez don't jugde me...

`Twas brillig, and the slimey trolles
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the dakkagoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabbergwar, my son!
The words that bite, the posts that catch!
Beware the Stelek bird, and shun
The greenish Blowflysnatch!"

He took his vorpal comp in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Y M D C,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabbergwar, with eyes of flame,
Came trolling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal keys went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabbergwar?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slimey trolles
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the dakkagoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

I didn't understand a single word, but I loved it orkeosuarus! (I did get though, just kidding wiv ya)

Random, yet AWESOME!!!

Nice poem Orky, whats it a cover of?

For now the following is all the rest you get;


The creature's jaws oozed with saliva as it impatiently raked a clawed hand across the ruins of the corridor. Even through all the ruble it could smell blood, super human blood, the beast whimpered and whined as it gazed around at the cultists that were busy excavating until a rough jerk of the bronze chain around its neck silenced it. Scorned the creature flopped to the floor at the foot of it's master, the mighty and terrible Gwar!.

Gwar! was becoming impatient, the incompetent fools that were digging had barely managed to scratch the surface of what had to be dug out and there was no way he would waste his Troll Marines on such a menial task, no they had been tasked with finding an alternate route in through the remains of the Hive. His armoured fist grasped the hilt of his daemon blade, the Bane of RAI a blade of such evil that it was created from the souls of men who played with 'rules as intended' in life and after their death had become daemons. Near by a worker fell, exhausted, Gwar! shot a vile look his way. In response one of the Marines grabbed the little man by the scruff of his neck and brought him forth throwing him before his lord and the troll-hound.

Gwar gripped the hilt of Bane tighter as he drew the foul weapon and held it before him, a twisted smile on his face. In a flash he brought Bane down, a small scratch appearing on the workers face. The man looked up with hope in his eyes, hoping the scratch would be all he would have to suffer, then his eyes bulged the scratch had indeed been enough. Screams echoed through the tightly packed corridor as the man's eye bulged from their sockets and his body contorted, breaking his back in several place, Bane shook with ecstasy in Gwar's hand and Gwar smiled with childish glee.

"He practiced RAI." was all he could manage before bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

BrotherStynier wrote:Nice poem Orky, whats it a cover of?

Omg Srsly? Read "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" by Lewis Carroll.

Perhaps I will Gwar, oh and I apologize for not reading it before hand.

My childhood was full of war history books, and guns. With some models, movies, and video games on the side.

EDIT: Never seen any of the movies either and won't see the new one, I loath Tim Burton.

That was even longer then I had expected it to be. Wonder if anyone bothers with reading it?

Sorry if any spelling mistakes sneaked through. On another note, I did write some of it in cursive in word, but it didn't translate well to dakka.

I'll leave the body finding to Deff, I'm busy with Frazz, Gwar and Killteam One.

He thought he was dead. He MUST be dead. But no, if this WAS death, then why did he feel pain? How long had it been since he had fallen before the Troll Lord? Emperors Faithful could not remember, it could have days...or years. Why had the most foul Gwar! wanted him alive? EF shuddered at his guess. In the time before the Troll Lord's banning, he had been famed for 'toying' with those who meddled in the art of RAI. EF was one such man. RAI was the sacred order of his guild, he saw what Gwar did not, beyond the words written on paper, he read between the lines. But Gwar was blinded by his rage, and EF was truly fearful as to what would befall him if he stayed a moment longer.

A voice drifted from the other side of the room "Are you all right, stranger?"
EF almost jumped in surprise, he had thought himself alone in this dank cell, "Yes, just a little cut up, that's all...What's your name, stanger?"
"Paul" the figure replied with a grin. "Yourself?"
"Emperors Faithful, but most just call me EF. Sorry to meet you in such an...enviroment." EF said, looking around the cell. "I was captured by Gwar while buying time for Frazzled's escape. What's your story Paul?"
"Well, my ship was shot down over OT, never knew what hit me. I had been hoping for a rescue, but the enemy found me first."
"Looks like we're in this together friend." EF stated, shaking his newfound companions hand.
"Yes, it appears we are.Now listen, you've been unconcious since they first threw me in here, but now that you're awake, I think I've found myself a cunning plan..." The grin of Paul practically shone in the dark.
EF's interest perked up, "I'm listening."
Pauls grin grew wider still "Well you see, all we have to do is..."

Now it is widely known that Troll Marines despite thier cunning, are often selfish and self-centred. When the Troll Marine on guard heard Paul coughing horridly, weeping and moaning as if in his death throes, the Troll knew full well that Gwar! would be most displeased if he were to let one of the prisoners die before the information could be gleaned out of them. He burst through the door, intent on dragging Paul to the torturer as quickly as possible, so that he at least could not be blamed for the prisoners death. He barely gave a second glance to the curled up bundle which was the second prisoner. As he grabbed Paul shoulder, pulling him to his feet, he never even saw the chain that found itself wrapped around his throat...

Having armed themselves with the Troll Marines weapons, they set about overwhelming the other prison guards and freeing all inside. The broke into the armoury, where many of thier weapons had been kept. EF caressed his favored sword...In Yor FACE! which within held all the witty remarks and comebacks known to mankind. Paul snapped him out of his reverie though.
"EF! We can't afford to wait! Reinforcements will be here any moment!" He shouted.
"You're right. We can't wait here." EF thought for a few moments "The Valleys! If we make it to the valleys of Articles they'll never find us!"

They led thier newfound army to the gates and with a mighty shove, hope of freedom giving strength to all, they burst out of that forsaken prison and made thier way across the plains. EF and Paul both knew, without saying a word, that they would not be content to sit idle while the Troll Army rampaged across their homelands. But it was too far away. There was nothing they could do to get back to thier loved ones. But they could still help. Little did Gwar! or Cheese know, but the Resistance had just begun...

There we go! No sign of your spaceship though, Paul. lol

sorry i failed


Oh by the way it was heading for something not just random talk

lol, but really mate, you should have made it somehow link in with the rest of this thread. Following a clear plot was the point of this thread (kind of) so to anyone thinking of more posts, just look at the other stories, m'kay?

There isn't much of a clear plot EF it kinda bounces around alot.


Deff, Gwar, corpses, shadow and I came up with a rough outline, a very rough outline.

By what you are saying Paul should have payed more attention as well, because Cheese can't be in Space if he's fighting Alpharius (who isn't dead hint hint) and Gwar can't be in space if he's trackin' Malf and the boys.

Plus yours would be wrong as well, because Troll Marines are seemingly intelligent, yet also belligerent douche bags.

So lay off and have fun, that's what the Saga is about. Besides, so far we've had a better flowing story than some BL books.

I wasn't trying to tell anyone off, It's just that It's better that this thing flows together. Like how Paul asked for someone to save him, and I include him in the prison breakout?

It's okay, I'll back off now.

I know you included him, but you both ignored something which is fine, different authors different things. Including people is no flow, keeping things similar is.

But what ever this is for fun, enjoy yourself and get a new story out.