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Name: Firs ner
Army: Death guard
Age: 10,000 years old
Weapons: lightning claw, twin-linked bollter (mounted in wrist), nurgle rot, plague of undead and terminator armour.
Bio: He battled in the great crusade when the emperor still walked but when his primarch turned he followed. He lead the first wave against the emperors mighty fort on terra. When the death guard left he followed now he slays all who stand in his way of victory.
30 plague marines
15 plague bearers
1 great unclean one
2 defilers
20 terminators with lightning claws (personal guard)
Hope i can join.
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
ChaosLordSam wrote:Well, you choose a character from any race, and then we all get to command armies, call in reinforcements, etc. And we get to battle other people.
But how are we going to do that random terrain and math hammer or whoever can write the best wins.
Fine this might get out of hand, but might as well join.
Praetorian Vex
BA (custom chapter called Sanguine Watchers)
Male
786
master crafted power sword "fate builder", angelus boltgun, far sight (sees into the future), wings, artificer armor.
When can we start and can chaos forces join forces???
This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2011/08/14 18:00:17
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
And I take it this will be a free for all yes? I have no desire for allies
This will be fun >
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
It was late in the nigth that the Sons Of Byss started their attack on the loyalists, they had come to the Hive world of Gerstia 4 with one thing in mind. The slaugther of its population, and the death of any loaylists they migth find there. Leading them was Asvar Khrull, once a member of the Iron Hands chapter, now a servant of the dark gods.
The initial attack had gone well, the PDF had been ill equiped to deal with such amounts of foes, and particular Traitor Astartes, in a mather of days the world had been all but overrun, the attack was helped along by traitors in the PDF and civilian population as well.
He stood at the stepps of the burning cathedral and watched the hive spires burn in the nigh, he could hear the screams of the dying world all around him. He grinned a feral grin, and turned to the Traitor astartes standing beside him " hear brother how they wail, and beg for mercy. They will learn the price of resting chaos". As the world burned and the PDF regiemnts still loyal, and still among the living felt the wrath of the dark gods no one could have forsen the massive conflict to come.
The Sons Of Byss had brougth all their forces for this raid, it was intended to draw in any relife force comming to retake the world, and crush it. Then they would move on. seeking new targets and new sport in the form of war and murder
Who will come first? Loyalists, another warband or maybe Xenos?
Im back from my holiday FOR THE GRANDFATHER NURGLE
Tali'Zorah: I appreciate what you're doing here, Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Well, I care deeply about the quarian people.
Tali'Zorah: It's good to be back on the Normandy.
Commander Shepard: Let me know if it's too quiet for you to sleep, and I'll find you someplace louder.
Tali'Zorah: Hmm.
Garrus Vakarian: Uh, I was there when you two had your thing, remember? Just get a room and work it out.
Asvhar watched his troops clash with the PDF forces reinfoced by the loyalsit cowards of the Dark Angels, his men had forced the dogs to abbandon several defensive postions already. And now it would seem his terror tactics had worked, the PDF was all but broken in spirit althou they still had a large amount of men on the field.
He turned and looked at his Terminator cohort, they had served him since the great crusade, each was a veteran of the long war. And unlike many of his fallen kind they where loyal beyond belife. A deep rummbeling was heard as his secret weapons slowly made their way towards the enemy, two massive dreadnaughs supported by a defiler would lead his attack, while him and his Terminator guard teleported into the ranks of his foes.
Yes he thougth, Khorne would be pleased this day.
With a clap of thunder they materialized amongts the loyalists, "FOR KHORNE" his second in command roared, his voice amplified by his armours speakers. The leader of the Dark Angel force saw the massive shapes of The Skulltaker squad apear amongst his brothers, and saw with horror that they slaughterd several of his brothers before anyone could raise arms against them. But what sendt shivers down his spine was the massive behomt leading the heretics, his armour painted in a deep bronze collour was stained with blood, and in the massive traitor leader left hand was a glowing sword who drank the blood of its victims.
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