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The assult on the loyalists had gone well, they lay dead or dying all around him. Asvhar was satisfied, he had lost as expected a good amount of warriors in the assult, but this was to expected, and it was no problem replacing them either. At his feet lay the dead Dark Angel commeander, his sword had drunk deeply of his foes blood, and it glowed with balefire.
As he was watching his troops mopping up the PDF surviors a voice sounded frombehind, he turned to see who had he nerve to addres him in such a manner.

He expected it to be a cult leader, or maybe one of his honnor guard, witch as the only ones who could talk to him in such a way. But instead he realised that it was a foul warp beeing, althou Asvhar followed the dark gods he had no love for Daemons or those who consorted with tehir treachours kind. And his welp had the nerve to threaten him!

With a discret signal his Terminators closed in on the daemojn kind along with their fellow legioners.
" My name is reserved for my men filth, show repect in the precesens of your lord cur". As he finnished the upstart had the nerve of striking at him. With a roar Asvhar parried the blow with his sword, around him his Terminator guard swiftly dispaced his opponest guards, and a brutal mele broke out all around him.
He used his superior strengt to drive his foe before him, parrying and raining blows that could split almost any foe in half down at the Word Bearer, but his opponet dogded and parried, yes this would prove amusing indeed

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The chaos portel tore open and the dark chaos force burst from the hellish place. At the front was Firs ner a mighty chaos lord of the death guard and behind him his mighty force.

"Hmmmm the the false emperor's guardsmen are already here they will die just like the rest of the people here." Said Firs. His warriors roar echoed thourgh the jungle of Catachan, they walked for 59 miles before they came up to a settlement. They entered in building and seen a techpriest and a group of scientists, they all turned in terror.

"Hello fools if you are scared of us you should see a pets." The mighty chaos lord laughed as the plaguebringers entered the room and began at slash, bite and claw at their unarmed prey. Now the Death guard have a outpost to plan attacks.

The battel raged all around the two lords, he saw Astor rip a daemon to shreds with immense strengt, and he saw Samson die with a hellblade true his skull.
his was how he liked war, brual and personal. Just as he finnished those thougths a warning rune flashed on his HUD display, the coward intended to shoot at him! Bolter fire hammerd his Warplate, but unknowigly to hsi opponet his armour was of Pre heresy construct and could withstand that with ease, With a burst of speed he grabbed Jiusta by the arm and with his unholy strengt ripped it of at the elbow, the daemon lover howled in pain and fell back.

He bled like a stung pig, and now he would die. " I am a veteran of the long war! And I will not die by your hands whelp" Asvhar snarled, with that he plunged Gromdal into Jiusta chest and twisted the blade.
At that time the battel seemd to grind to a halt, and with a roar of approval did the Sons Of Byss trew themself at their foes with new vigour, at the front was Asvarh The Ravager leading the charge.
After the battle the Sons left the field, taking only their dead and their equipment....... Unknown to them something still lived on that ravaged field of carnage.

" your orderds my lord" said his champion and second in command, " We leave this place, let those who crossed us trembel at our passing" at this remark his champion looked puzzeld at his lord. " what about our foes, both loyalist and others" he said. Asvarh did not reply, instead he signaled his honnor guard to fall in and prepare to leave the dying world behind.

But Khorne would not let his great Champion go to waste, and Jiusta slowly rose. He walked along, accompanied by his Daemonic followers. Loading their weapons, they charged onto Ashvar's squads.

Damnit, this seems to happen every time a tread like this is started! Is it too much to ask to answer in more than one sentence?

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Read my inital reply, Then you would discover that your characther is alone on said world.

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In the swirling malestorm of the eye of Terror a large fleet moved true the hellish realm, leading the convoy was the Horus heresy era battleship Emperial Rex, the ship was more than a match for any loylasit ship it was likly to meet, however the ship was returning from a raid.

On the command deck Asvhar Krull stood tall and gruesom, fresh wounds and pockmarks scaarinf his already ravaged face. He stood in deep thougths, and those who millied around the command deck made sure to give him a wide berth. They all knew that he was not a pleasnet sigth if disturbed. With a low grumbel he turned to the ship master, " Plot a new course, and signal the rest of the armada". The ship master who was a Magos of the Dark Mechanicum hurried to do his lords commands, he did not desire to share his predisesors fate.
" The coordinates my lord " he sai, " set a course for the Ghoul Stars, I intend to finnish a score long due" said Asvar and grinned a daemonic smile

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Just as the armada left the eye, and prepared to enter the warp a warning claxon sounded aboard the Imperator Rex, "loyalists my lord" the ship matser called out over the dim of the ship bringing its weapons to bear, The ainchet ships immens voidfields flicked into life, absorbing most of the loyalist fire, but not all. " Minor damages to launchs bays a servitor droned.

" Hold return fire" Asvar called and calmly gave a string of orders, " the other four capitol ships of the fleet lashed out with cannon, lance and plasma fire, before joing their leader in the warp. The smaller ships quickly turned about and ran at breakneck speed back into the relative safry of the eye.

Once the ships that had made the transition into the warp reformed they proceded towards their destination, In the fiery hearth of the daemon forges aboard the Imperator Rex slaves grunted in dismay as they moved heavy steel plates and other resources needed to fuel the fires of armament.

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you know, I think your just reply without reading, So once again.... READ before posting! I mean by all things unholy how hard can it be ! Either get your reply in line or find someone else to play with

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Ah much better, see how litel effort it took, AND you have created a new and intresting plotline withc you get to evolve

As the weakend armada plowed true the warp Asvar was almost loosing his self control, " BY THE DARK GODS! IS THERE NO ENDS TO THE THINGS I MUST WEATHER" he roared, now that the fleet witch he had gatherd was scaterd due to a almost suicadial attack by a smal band of loyalist ships. Had he lost much of the slave stock and traitor guardsmen he intended to use in his scheems, things had becomed alot more compicated faster than he liked.
As the warlord fumed and contimplated his next move the ships that remaind contiuned to brizzel with activity. And the cycel of suffering and eath in the Daemon forges crewd by Dark mechanicus adepts, magos & their slaves carried on, each hour marked by ever more deaths and other unholy sigths.
Unknown to Asvhar and his men dark storms where gathering on the horizon that would change all they thougth they knew

The outpost the death guard was now a unholy temple of chaos and all who wished to give into the voices nurgle come to the temple.

"I wish to kill you two will come with me." Said the mighty death guard lord ordering the 2 plague marines to come with him. They left the outpost and went to pillage a tribe or outpost. They walked for 2 hours before they found prey a small wild tribe they were armed with spears and make-shift swords.

"Easy prey!" yelled a plague marine the 3 Death guard marines charged at the tribe. Bolters spitting out their deadly rounds. Firs grabbed a tribes-man and tore him to shreds. The chieftain came out his hut holding a large club and challenged Firs, Firs laughed and accepted all the fighting stop for the two leaders to battle. The chief charged but Firs slashed his throat and his head fell off. The last of the tribe dropped down and begged for their lives

"Accept nurgle and you will survive." Said Firs the 60 men of the remaining tribe gave them selves to chaos only only 20 survived the process of the power of chaos. The rest of the tribe were slain. The dead began to rise with nurgles touch Firs forces grew they set off to their temple.

black templar wrote:The outpost the death guard was now a unholy temple of chaos and all who wished to give into the voices nurgle come to the temple.

"I wish to kill you two will come with me." Said the mighty death guard lord ordering the 2 plague marines to come with him. They left the outpost and went to pillage a tribe or outpost. They walked for 2 hours before they found prey a small wild tribe they were armed with spears and make-shift swords.

"Easy prey!" yelled a plague marine the 3 Death guard marines charged at the tribe. Bolters spitting out their deadly rounds. Firs grabbed a tribes-man and tore him to shreds. The chieftain came out his hut holding a large club and challenged Firs, Firs laughed and accepted all the fighting stop for the two leaders to battle. The chief charged but Firs slashed his throat and his head fell off. The last of the tribe dropped down and begged for their lives

"Accept nurgle and you will survive." Said Firs 80% of the remaining tribe gave them selves to chaos only 20% survived the process of the power of chaos. The rest of the tribe were slain. The dead began to rise with nurgles touch Firs forces grew they set off to their temple.

I know Im gonna come accros as a bit of a finger pointer... But seriosly, if your gonna be involved. try to make your post intersting to read, and for heavens sake give us background or a somewhat more coherent story

Trondheim wrote:

black templar wrote:The outpost the death guard was now a unholy temple of chaos and all who wished to give into the voices nurgle come to the temple.

"I wish to kill you two will come with me." Said the mighty death guard lord ordering the 2 plague marines to come with him. They left the outpost and went to pillage a tribe or outpost. They walked for 2 hours before they found prey a small wild tribe they were armed with spears and make-shift swords.

"Easy prey!" yelled a plague marine the 3 Death guard marines charged at the tribe. Bolters spitting out their deadly rounds. Firs grabbed a tribes-man and tore him to shreds. The chieftain came out his hut holding a large club and challenged Firs, Firs laughed and accepted all the fighting stop for the two leaders to battle. The chief charged but Firs slashed his throat and his head fell off. The last of the tribe dropped down and begged for their lives

"Accept nurgle and you will survive." Said Firs 80% of the remaining tribe gave them selves to chaos only 20% survived the process of the power of chaos. The rest of the tribe were slain. The dead began to rise with nurgles touch Firs forces grew they set off to their temple.

I know Im gonna come accros as a bit of a finger pointer... But seriosly, if your gonna be involved. try to make your post intersting to read, and for heavens sake give us background or a somewhat more coherent story

Look it just the way i RP Right

Uggg this is gonna turn into one of those Rps is it not?

I'll leave if you want the reason is i am doing loads of RPG and im using all my best ideas. Sorry for getting angry.

Maybe I will start a Waaagh! over here.

@ Black Templar : No need to leave, but all Im asking for is a bit more effort, and a litel less %