Hello readers! It's Adam here again, and I thought while I get some images of my models done I would entertain those who wait with a short story about how my chapter, the Angels of Fire, were brought back into reality. Enjoy!
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The barren wastes of the planet known as Magmar were the stuff of legends. It was a planet untouched by the grief of war- until now.
The Ultramarines clash with a legion of Necrons, who wish to purge the planet of all life and construct an unholy temple-city. Varian, a noble company champion, is fighting alongside Librarian Omorr and a Black Templar champion known as Volkhan against the might of a Necron Tomb Stalker.
"This is our final stand, my brothers, for we will surely die against the might of this wretched mechanical construct. We must destroy it, and then our task is done." said Varian with a grim tone to Volkhan and Omorr.
"Then let it be done, Varian. May we meet again at the right side of the Emperor, where we shall find peace." replied Omorr jutting his force staff into the ash beneath him. "Regardless of outcome, if we please the Emperor, we shall surely.."
"Omorr, make use of your incredible power, rather than your tongue!" shouted Volkhan as the Tomb Stalker lunged its deadly scythe-like limbs into the ground, spewing forth a storm of ash.
"I shall send you to the void myself! Brothers, charge!" bellowed Varian raising up his power sword and shield. The band of Ultramarines charged headlong through the ash and straight toward the heart of the Tomb Stalker. Omorr braced himself as he began to channel the powers of the warp. Volkhan leapt into the air and ran his blade through the Tomb Stalker's glowing green eye. A piercing roar permeated the cold atmosphere as the Tomb Stalker collapsed to the ground. Varian ran to the green core of the Stalker's main frame and destroyed it utterly, sending many shards of green glass hurtling toward his brothers.
"It is done, my brothers. The Tomb Stalker is dead. The Emperor must have another use for us." said Varian gathering his breath. The group stood together as one and gazed at the hordes of Necrons coming from the sky. Green lasers danced throughout the darkness. The cries of pain from the Ultramarines could be heard echoing across the battlefield.
"What a world of strife we live in, brothers. I am glad to have brothers like you." said Varian. "Wait...What is that on the horizon?"
A green light could be seen..Getting larger and larger. Something was happening. But before any of the two sides could comprehend what was going on, the green light flooded the land, sending all of the Ultramarines hurtling into darkness.
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Look out for part two, fellow Dakkaites! Be sure to leave me a comment as to what you think to my writing skills.
