Crazed Spirit of the Defiler
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I have been wanting to start a campaign for a long time and with the help of some friends the basis for the setting/story have finally began to take shape, it basically starts with an uprising on an uncharted frontier world that is pretty low tech and just becoming civilized. Myself and Mekbadzappa along with Dicemaster have began writing the preliminary fluff to get ready for the battle, and when we can organize it, the stages of the campaign will be played out as games possibly using the planetary empires system. I am going to post only my part of the fluff here, I am looking for C&C as I am pretty new to writing, the stories center around my custom guard regiment, space marines and chaos marines. I plan on posting pics of characters and other stuff eventually.
Enjoy!
"Liuscas glared at the slowly rotating dusty brown globe from the viewport of the Night Lords battle barge Tempustus. It had been eight long months since he and his battle brothers had departed the holy fragment of ancient and holy Nostromo, at first he believed this discovery to be a sign of a gift of the gods, but alas it was nothing but a curse as the inquisition had soon caught wind of his ships presence and the inevitable encounter had expended the 23rd legions dwindling resources even further. At the battle's climax Liuscas was forced to withdraw his forces and the fragment itself was lost. This was not a total loss however, for it seems the gods did manipulate his fate during those days. For on the fragment the Night Lords 23rd had encountered a new ally, other traitor marines, clad in the armor of the Space Wolves chapter, they were defectors and heretics alike, marooned on that forsaken rock for their crimes. But flourish they did, and when their "prophet" Kadrak had met with Liuscas an alliance was bonded. This was not without taboo though, Kadrak's company was rife with the corrupt of Khorne, many marines had fallen to his call, becoming brezerkers, raving madmen whose only purpose was to spread bloodshed in the name of their diety. Even now, as he gazed out of the massive viewing window aboard his ship, he could hear the faint warp screams of those individuals chained to the walls in the hangar bays, for if released they would attack friend and foe alike, and although Liuscas despised the humans who lived upon his vessel, he knew that they were all skilled mechanics, artificers, serfs, and pilots and could not do without their aid. Kadrak, was a more scheming individual however, touched by tzneech as well as the blood god. In visions he would receive guidence from the runious powers and was even able to call an avatar of the blood god to his aid, for he was not someone to be trifled with. His scheming caused Liuscas to question this alliance on more than one occasion, he knew Kadrak was a valueable ally, but did not trust his motives. Liuscas still sternly gazed at the planet held before him, determined to end its pitiful existence as an imperial world. The bulkhead behind him shuddered open breaking his concentration. In strode the form of Anasad, once a librarian of the Night Lords legion, but now more of a magnus of sorts. Anasad bowed before Liuscas "My lord we have continued to receive visions from the planets surface, they are still trying to contact us." Dismissivly Liuscas scoffed "Do they mistake us for some imperial vessel?" No my lord, they seem to recognize us as servants of the four, our scouting craft have made note of small scale skirmrishes along the planet's surface." Liuscas's tone swiftly changed "Who are they and what might they ask of the power of the four." " There is a man my lord, he appears in our visions, mine, Quintis, and the prophet's alike, a blind man shouting praises to the four, rallying the pathetic humans down there to his call, asking the warriors of the gods for their aid." Behind his helm Liuscas began to smile, this was what the gods were telling him to do, that planet down there would be the killing field and victory his prize. "Ready the dreadclaws, I want 1st and 5th claw deployed and contact made with this usurper, for the gods are calling brother, and we are more than happy to meet their desires."
Trooper Radik Breathed a sigh of releif when the news had finally arrived, the rebellion on Tersia's surface had finally ended, the rebel leader killed in a firefight just under the town of Gelhalo. He could understand why the nomads were upset, Tersia was a very wealthy planet, with the bulk of its citizens enjoying a comfortable life on one of the many floating marble cities that dominated the skies of Tersia, the cities themselves were built upon great columns of marble and supported by a rigid plate structure. The people of Tersia were mostly made up of the wealthy and upper working class who made their money through the resource, weapons, and art trade. For the imperium is a very vain organization and the many ornate statues and shrines are produced on Tersia by thousands of Masons and artists alike. The surface of Tersia is covered in nothing but forests with the trees growing thousands of feet tall on ocassion, for the foliage is so thick that the ground cannot be seen from the cities above, and it is in this unfamiliar land that the nomads live. The nomads of Tersia are a tribal people, not governed by imperial law but by their own customs, on occasions tribes have made contact with the cities, trade routes are not uncommon and nomadic men make pristine soldiers, some tribes have even accepted the god emperor as their savior. However, not all tribes are peaceful, there are many nomads that despise imperial rule and strive to fight against the law and poverty that has kept them oppressed. The latest war had centered around a nomadic uprising, this time lead by a strong and resilient leader who conducted terror attacks against the plates and structure units of Tersia's cities, though no severe damaged was caused, the native military force, the Tersian Hellfighters were called in to put down the rebellion, it had been eight months, eight godforsaken, hellish months Radik had spent in those jungles, constantly under attack, seeing trusted friends and squadmates killed by ambushed and booby traps, towards the end he was beginning to think the land itself was trying to kill him. When the news had reached his camp of the rebellions end, he and his squad had rejoiced, shouting praises in the emperor's name. Now in the dark cramped interior of his squads chimera APC he was looking foward to returing to the city, and leaving all of this savagery behind. Before long the APC came to a stop and the elevator systems on the plate began to bring him up towards his home, or so he thought.
"Slight change in plans men, we are being re-routed to Helios square, official orders" shouted the sargent, the men started to grumble, Radik removed his helm and facemask and began to wonder what this could be about. It was a silent ride, even though he couldn't see it from the inside of the chimera, he knew he must be on the streets of Tersia prime, the biggest of Tersia's hive cities. The trooper across from Radik removed his mask and began to speak. "You know what the officers are sayin, were going to another war" "No way in hell", retorted Radik, "we have just finished our war, its probably some official politial nonsense, the govenor likes to make a big spectacle of our victory over those savages." "Not a local gig" excalimed the trooper, "But, you know, on another planet." Just the thought of leaving Tersia itself made Radik feel sick. The rear door of the chimera flew open and light flooded in, Form up! he heard his sargent shout and they disembarked into the square. upon the stage that dominated the front of the square a lander was deploying its gear and disengaging its engines, the men of the Tersia 14th stood at attention along with 9 other infantry regiments. everyone was waiting silently, looking foward to coming home, but dreading the possibility of another conflict. the bay of the lander swung open and soldiers started running out into formation, not ordinary soldiers, honor guard, some very important individuals were obviously on board. One guard proudly displayed the flag of tersia, while the other two sported Kantrael pattern lasguns, common on other world but a true rarity here. Trooper Radik glanced over at his own weapon, he had forgot it was even there, it was a standard Tersia pattern lasgun, utilizing a twin barrel system for an enhanced rate of fire stabilized by a larger power pack, Tersia lasguns were much heavier and consumed more power than a normal lasgun but they packed one hell of a punch. Three men exited the lander, these were the big shots that everyone had been waiting for, one Radik immedietly recognized, Commander Morgan a Tersian man with immense military and political power and influence. The second man was completly unknown, he was obviously a general, his medals shining bright against his black greatcoat, his peaked hat proudly displayed the aquilla, and he wore a ver very ornate saber and pistol on his belt, an off-worlder though, that was for sure. The third man made the crowd fall silent, for all were struck with fear at his mere presence, he wore a black great coat, adorned with hundreds of commendations, he was obviously a commisar general, but it was his mask that gave away his identity, for the skull shaped mask and rebreather marked him as one of the men of Krieg. The man from Krieg strode up to the podium and began to address the crowd, his voice was authorataritive and uncaring. "Loyal subjects of this most beautiful imperial world, I am General Fredrik Von Shrieder, I represent the greater interestes of the servants of the emperor, I would like to commendate all of you soldiers on your recent campaign to purge the heretics and successionists from your land. However the battle is not over..... Terror began to take hold of Radik as he realized that hi fear ofbeing hauled off to fight a forieng war was becoming more apparent every second. he glanced at the men around him but nobody moved and their facemasks blocked any expressions of anxiety they might have. The general was still speaking " And so we call you, seasoned fighters of this blessed land, for the taint of unbeleif and rebellion has struck another world and we must act as the hammer of the emperor and strike down the heretics!" all of the men around him cheered, but he had the feeling that they weren't really happy but just acting as soldiers should. As much as he wanted to run, to escape the perpetual madness, the endless violence for causes unheeded, trooper Radic turned and began to file into a transport ship to await further orders.
The astartes strike cruiser Grand Crusade floated through deep space with an eerie silence, its grand hull shining in the starlight, great blast marks scoured the magnificent marble, marring the beauty of the ship forcing it to carry the scars of battles past. The vessel had seen the horrors of the warp, had paid its dues at the fall of Boros, the thought of that battle had been ingrained in the minds of all of the cruiser's inhabitants, every battle brother, serf, attendant, artificer and mechanic knows that they have failed. The Boros system was a bastion of hope, a symbol of the emperor's light in the unforgiveing darkness of the galaxy, but it had fallen to chaos, evil in its most pure form had enveloped the Boros system and the Consuls had failed to protect it. In the depths of the cruiser stands a shrine, on this towering edifice of gold and silver, the names of every imperial soul who perished in the Boros war are written, and every single day the inhabitants of the ship kneel in a prayer of forgiveness in front of the shrine, so that the god emperor may forgive their failure.
Chapter master Casius began his daily meditation in his chambers, having only been just promoted to the most honorable position shortly after the death of the previous master, Valens. What should have been a grand celebraious occasion was overshadowed by the anguish of the failure of Boros, for the White Consuls had been stuck a devastating blow by the Word Bearers, losing two full companies, numerous ships, members of their high command and ultimetly the system itself. Casius shuddered at the memory of his promotion back on Sabatine, he had taken his oath upon the thunder hammer that once belonged to Valens, during his acceptance speech he had cried for vengence and the crowd had cheered him on, everyday since then he could not drive back the feeling that he had let them down. Casius focused his view on his blade, the holy chapter relic "Traitor's thorn" floated in its containment field, the blade was a symbol of office as much as a weapon, a masterpiece of the insane tech magos voldanos who became so obsessed with the blades completion that he was literaly consumed by it upon its completion. With a whirl of gears the bulkhead slid open and Casius turned to see who had entered. A young women clad in the vestments of a chapter serf stood idly in the entrance hallway, she was young and obviously in awe of the figure standing before her. "Sir, your presence is required on the bridge" she said meekly, "was a reason stated?" replied Casius, "no sir, but it seemed important, chaplain Gedron is waiting for you" Casius began to walk towards the door, pulling the hood of his robes over his head "Call an artificer, my storm bolter seems to be acting up again", "Yes Sir" shouted the girl, who then darted away down the adjacent hallway. Casius began to wonder what could be waiting for him on the bridge, he had a feeling that what was about to unfold would raise him and his brothers above their depression and towards redemption. When he arrived at the bridge, he found the dome like room frantic, everywhere attendants and vox operators worked furiously on their terminals, people pointed at screens and de-coded messages, Casius was in awe at all of the activity when he was approached by the chaplain. "Glorius news Casius", "What is going on Gedron?" Casius was handed a vox radio, He listened intently to the voice on the other side, eventually a smile crept across his face, "Send out a message, I want all battle brothers in full gear, formed up in hangar C for mission breifing" Shouted Casius, he looked towards Gedron, "The time has come for us to repent"
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" -KingCracker
