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A crack of lightning accompanied the howl of wind, a thick storm of snow and ice pounded the broken and barren ground, a shrike of Bolter fire tore through the air as the Chaos Marines advanced under a hail of enemy auto-gun shots while they charged forward slamming hard into the Chaos cultists and crushing their frail bodies with Combat Knifes and Chainswords but were sent flying as a missile crashed into the earth and left them broken and shaken, the Black Legionaries’ looked up at the Iron Warrior Havocs who’s weapons started down at the marines like a wolf preparing to leap onto its prey.
A blast shattered the marine’s bodies and set them alight with Plasma fire, screaming and shouting the dying marines were hit by a hail of bolter fire that finally silenced them. A Chaos Sorcerer passed the bodies, the tall figure accompanied by two massive hulking terminators that searched the broken land for targets. The Sorcerer hurried forward as the Iron Warriors began to clear away broken stones and cracked metal, behind it a symbol of the dark mechanus and metal gears along with plates. The sorcerer laughed gleefully as the Chaos marines began to detonate charges and clear away the rubble and ice and finally their quarry was revealed.
The Titans head.
The Chaos Technomancers began to study the massive object and unearth more and more of the titan’s neck and finally broke through, while they were dwarfed by such a massive machine its body mass had been buried under snow and rock for hundreds of year, if not millions. The Chaos Sorcerer watched impatiently as the titan began to shake and move…..
“We shall return, but now we wait and the clock will strike the 13th……”
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The Brotherhood of Darkness
Numbers: 100 Apdeptus Astartes
Founding Legion: Black Legion Splinter Group
Leader: X’thousis, Chaos Champion
Known Tactics: Brutal Ambushes and Counter attacks
Vehicles and armoured vessels: 4 Predator Tanks, 8 Rhinos, Single Land Raider
Colours: Variant of Black Legion Scheme
Background During the 13th Black Crusade, Commander X’thousis saw that defeat was inevitable when his craft where charged by a massed attack he fled while his brothers in the Black Legion saw him as a cowered and cursed his name X’thousis blamed Lord Abbadon for foolish tactics and losing the way of the legion, he promised his battle brothers that he’d restore the power of the legion and overthrow Lord Abbadon, with knowledge of a Titan hidden on the Planet Hecroin X’thousis now leads his legion against Lord Kremlins Iron Warriors and Thousand Sons for the Titan.

Thousand Sins
Numbers: 134
Founding Legion: The Thousand Sins is a mix of Iron Warrior and Thousand Son Warbands
Leader: Kremlin Karkorov, Sorcerer of Chaos
Known Tactics: Sorcery and Long Ranged heavy weapon support, Siege and Defensive Warfare
Vehicles: 6 Predators, 3 Rhinos, 2 Land Raiders
Colours: Multiple Schemes from the Legions of the Iron Warriors and Thousand Sons
Kremlin was once a Sorcerer of the Thousand Sons and fled during the Burning of Purpero, he and his Marines fled far into the warp but his marines did not escape the Rubric Curse that affected the legion. With his Warriors entombed in cremate shells Kremlin quickly established contacts with other Legions and was able to secure favour with the Iron Warriors who have assisted him with securing the Titan, but they know that to truly take it, they will have to fight for it.

Hecroin
The grey, barren and dark world of Hecroin is one of the many Daemon Worlds that inhabits the Eye of Terror, buried in ice and broken rock lays the titan left ravaged during the Horus Heresy. The Titan was left broken after a massive barrage of enemy fire forced it into a collapsing warp rift that dropped it onto the jagged and pointed mountains of the planet, Daemons and other beasts emerged and began to merge with the massive machine and corrupted the beast of a machine. While Chaos Warbands are quite ignorant of the machine now they are beginning to realise Hecroin may be a grand treasure to plunder…..

This is a Warhammer 40K RPG, all are welcome from any race and any army. Players may join any side and follow their own goals. This page is for the RP's discussion.

NPC's

Name: Sorcerer Lord Kremlin

Age: 70,000 Years old

Background:

Kremlin is an ancient Sorcerer; he has fought through the many wars of Chaos and has carved out a reputation for artefact hunting. Always wishing to gain more power Kremlins has gathered a mass body guard to enforce his will over his war band and make sure that he remains supreme; ready to kill the unloyal and petty with one word. During the Horus Heresy, Kremlin had made it clear what side he was on. Killing scores of Imperial troops on many worlds Kremlin sucked the life from his foes or reduced them to ash with blasts of warp fire and daemonic energies. Kremlin did not take kindly to the defeat of Horus and continued to plague the Imperials before being pushed back into the Eye of Terror but swore revenge on the Imperials.
Within the Eye Kremlin plotted and schemed, within the Eye he gathered his forces and quickly struck out at the Imperium, his ships looting and raiding an Imperial world being pulled towards a warp rift was easy prey and Kremlin was happy to suck the planet of life with his sorcery, after returning to the Eye Kremlins fleet decided to invade his own ‘kin’s territory. The Library World of Versoton Nine was a grand vault of knowledge held in the claws of Sorcerer Hestro who had documented many tomes of sorcery. In the guise of a Rubric Marine, Kremlin quietly assassinated the Sorcerer and stole the tomes before leaving the world with more of his kin at his command.
While Kremlins ship dulled with the Word Bearers known as ‘Impervious Fist’, he boarded the craft and killed the Word Bearers to a man. With the ship in his hands Kremlin found that it had traded hands with many a legion before and had found the former crew locked up in the brig, an Iron Warriors Conclave who had been boarded and left to rot and in return for safety and numerous Dark mechanus assists Kremlin made a deal. The Chaos Sorcerer found a strong ally and set off in a crusade that would please the dark gods forever, and he knew how to start it. With the Titan in his hands.
War Gear
The Blade of Crastrho: A grand daemon weapon, the Blade of Crastrho is an insidious and twisted being that devours the souls of his victims. (Allows Kremlin to regain wounds with every successful independent character kill).

Character Sheet
Name: Marius Ichorskin, The Leviathan

Faction: Space Wolves, Wolf Lord

Appearance: The heavy set Marius is a giant among giants, without armour he stands at around eight feet tall and with armour that stretches to nearly three meters. When he dons Terminator battle plate he nearly tops forteen feet. Marius is essentially a Leviathan when he dons his standard runic armour and this gives him his moniker, the Grey Hunters of his great company tell quietly that the only reason Marius has grown to be so tall is that every time he would be close to dying, the deathwolf Morkai instils him with extra vigour and strength. The patterns of deepsea beasts that cover his armour are a testament to his extreme affiliation with the great creatures of fenris and the tattoo of a kraken that wraps around his head is a pinpoint of this. That tatto is always visible as he wears no helmet and his bald pate is plain to the air. But nothing points his strength out more than the weapon he wields. His right hand is never without his custom frost blade, forged by the lead Iron Priest on Fenris it is a masterwork weapon named Serpent tooth. The weapon is just under two and a half meters long and is four inches wide, the titanic blade is ringed with terrifyingly sharp points of ultra hard alloy suppossedly naturally found in the meteors that occaisionally fall on Fenris. The metal is a pressure alloy of carbon and titanium which creates a substance many times harder than diamond and has to be cut to shape with engineering lazers. When the weapons teeth begin to whir there is nothing, not skin, not armour, not even the armoured hull of a dreadnought that can withstand the weapons edge. Marius wields this weapon with the easy grace, often with one hand, born from five thousand years of wielding the blade. His right hand is often equipped with a frost shield. The powerful ward sits on his right arm like a slab of solid ceramite, and from a distance it certainly appears that way. But up close one can see the details on its surface, the perfectly circular shield is embossed with the personal image of Marius, The Leviathan from which he gets his moniker. The many limbed Kraken with a tentacle spread to the cardinal points is a terifying sight to behold, as the shield is about a meter in diameter and the personal image of the Leviathan is known to all those who would fight against the Wolf Lord. Behind him the swirling cloak which gives him his name is perched almost permanantly, the flowing skin of a carnifex flenced from its dead and puckered hide is a fitting tribute to the power of the Wolf lord.

Background: The Leviathan is older than all of the wolves of Fenris, far older. The only that can outstrip him in age are the Wolf priests and Bjorn himself and his Saga is many times longer than that of even the Great wolf. But Marius has never aspired to the position of Great Wolf, he has always been more than content in his own great company, training the warriors of might that have become to be known as the Teeth of the Leviathan. These powerful warriors are nothing short of the best close combat fighters that the sons of Russ can field. The wolf Guard of Marius is a common recruiting ground for the great wolf's own Wolf guard. And indeed even his Grey Hunters are powerful fighters who favour assault weapons so as to close with their foes. His long fangs are the only exceptin to this, Marius is a brutal tactician and he knows that until his fighters get up close they need cover, and so he makes every effort and allowance to ensure that his long fangs are equipped with the most potent of wargear. Thier weapons and armour are econd to none and he even has many of them equipped with priceless runic armour to ensure that their work is uninterrupted. Marius has precious few battle tanks in his great company, instead his warriors (and tactics), favour a head on assault, filled with light armoured vehicles and his own command vehicle, a landraider Redeemer named "The breath of the Kraken".

Marius rose to power by being a straightforward but efficient warrior, his aptitude for tactics came later. Indeed his claiming of the pelt that adorns his back came when he was still a blood claw. The brutal nature of the kill while wielding his then power sword went down in the saga's as worthy of praise for the rest of known time. Aside from that his actual career was uneventful, but vicous and predictable. Battle after battle he threw himself into for nearly a hundred years, earning kill after kill as a blood claw before finally being given the mantle of Grey hunter, the decision was a hard one for his superiors to make, because he was a brutal fighter and that skillw as often best ustilised on the forefront of battle, but his immense skill had to be tempered and given polish, so in lieu of this he was elevated to the rank of Grey Hunter, but around him were placed many warriors of his type, better in close, than out in the field. It was around this time that the great company's wolf priest began to tailor him. The entire company knew that the Wolf Lord they had was waning, too many battles had seen his mind torn to shreds and he was little more than a figurehead for the army. And many understood that the Leviathan, as he was coming to be called, was fit for the task. First however he would have to become a Wolf Guard.

Marius' time in the Grey hunters was little more than a formality, a furthur five decades of service and he was elevated without compromise to the ranks of the Wolf guard. His time in the Grey hunters was not wasted however and his keen tactical mind began to emerge, slowly the Leviathan began to make tactical anylisis of battlefields and situations and voicing his ideas before the older Wolf guard members could make similar, if less indepth assessments. The Leviathan began to accumulate supporters, his following grew until, as a Wolf guard battle leader. He was in reality the true leader of the Great company. Slowly Sven Bloodhowl, was removed from the seat of power that many had seen him in for nearly a millenia and Marius took the stage. He was an instant fit, his tactics and ideal's quickly garnering support with the other Wolf Lords and many thought it was only a matter of time until he became the great wolf. But as the centuries passed on and The Leviathan's great company grew mmore and more accustomed to their task Marius realised that he was more use to the Imperium fighting in his own way, than have to command the greater chapter. And so when the vote came and his name was cast he denied the chance, taking his calling in the right hand of the Wolf Lord, the Hammer of Fenris, the Leviathan. After five thousand years however he has heard news of stirrings of trouble within the Eye of terror, and Marius Ichorskin, The Leviathan, realised that it was his time to etch his name into the saga's for all eternity, and so he declared a personal crusade into the eye, backed up by his great company. The Leviathan and its teeth descended into the eye of terror.

Equipment: The Leviathans armour, Ichorskin, Serpent tooth, the Kraken's maw.
The Leviathan's armour: This Runic armour is so massive that it is nearly equal with tactical dreadnought battle plate, and as such it is nearly impossible to penetrate. (2+ 4++ vs psyker powers)
Ichorskin: This cloak is a symbol of the Leviathan's power and as such is a symbol of hope for allies. (Marius and his retinue are fearless)
Serpent tooth: The massive frost blade is a terror of a weapon to face on the battle field and with Marius' prodigous strength behind its whirring teeth it can chew through almost anything. (Power weapon, +2 strength, 2d6 armour pen)
The Kraken's maw: This dominating storm shield has protected Marius from death on more than one instance, infact, the shield is such a symbol of his indomitable will that many enemies would rather flee than continue to fight against such a warrior. (3++, Marius always counts as having caused an additional wound for combat resolution.)

Quote: "Stinking... *crunch* cowardly... *crunch* filth... *crunch*, Gamma squad take the left fla- back traitor...*crunch* left flank..."

(I added the stats to give an idea of his... meatynessness)

Like the fluff Marta, can't wait to see this version of Marta in the new RP!

Indeed, he is going to be the more tactical and combat oriented Marius, as oppossed to the slightly more lithe agility oriented Marius that I was origionally aiming for.

The Leviathan will be quite the fighter indeed... shame he's never going to be able to take cover...

Love the 'name', its awesome. I'll be posting up Syrath and Kremlins profiles soon.

I'm considering alternatives to my original character...for some reason I don't think Mikal in Kasrkin form will be a very balanced character for this RP... :/

WARORK93 wrote:I'm considering alternatives to my original character...for some reason I don't think Mikal in Kasrkin form will be a very balanced character for this RP... :/

Maybe starting as a Wolf Scout this time?

blood reaper wrote:Maybe starting as a Wolf Scout this time?

I had a few idea but nothing concrete so far...I'll keep that one in mind though...

Good, I best get back to writing.

Tremble mortals, and weep tears of blood! Let it be known that X'tasir has returned!

By the Emperor....

...he's returned....

Good to see you joining Mordo!

blood reaper wrote:By the Emperor....

...he's returned....

Good to see you joining Mordo!

Glad to be back! Do I retain my former glory?

You have a shard of Commoragh in your hands, and have a legion of followers with a good size and strength plus your still a DP.

blood reaper wrote:You have a shard of Commoragh in your hands, and have a legion of followers with a good size and strength plus your still a DP.

Well, good to know my hard work's paid off! Backstory up in a moment.

Excellent! I'm glad I've got another classic RP player back.

Mordo has joined the RP...

GET TO THE BUNKERS...

alright lads *cracks knuckles* lets do this

Character Sheet

Name: Mikal Halfblood, The Jackalwolf

Faction: Space Wolves

Designation: Wolf scout/Lone wolf

Appearance: Mikal has a haggard and wild appearance about him. He is almost scrawny by space wolf standards and though quite experienced by any other comparison, he is still younger than most of the enemies he has fought against. In his body is a stirring potential energy. His comrades have described him as brooding; like a caged beast pacing the perimeter of its cage. His wide, grey eyes are constantly darting, looking for an opening, scanning as a predator might study his prey. Mikal is unique amongst his mostly boisterous comrades in that by his nature he leaves little if anything at all of his existence wherever he goes. Where his blood claw cousins would howl their bloodlust ot hte heavens and charge unheadingly through the snows to get to their prey, Mikal is a creature of cunning. A life of living in the wild has left him lanky by space marine standards, having a natural reflex that goes beyond the blessed aguments his status as an astartes give him. Mikal favors a special rune etched suit of carapace armor as despite its lack of protection, it gives him total freedom of movement and more stealth than any suit of power armor. Mikal is used to using anythign at hand as a weapon but does carry his own arsenal. A wolf scout sergeant of many years, he carries weapons much older than he, among them are a plasma pistol and power axe, both gifts from his former mentor. Just as this man leaves little of his movements, so too does he leave little of his history. He is not much of a talker, indeed, to get even a few words out of him is considered a thing to be marveled at. Mikal is only seen when he wants to be and this is reinforced by the cloak he wears around his slight form, its threads are of a chameleonic fabric but this has further been altered by Mikal's own hand. The cloak serves as a trophy of war and a tool, for it has been stitched with threads of a shadowskin from a Dark Eldar mandrake Mikal has long since bested.

Bio: Nothing is known of Mikal's past beyond his discovery by the Space Wolves on their reclamatory crusade on an icy world called Rysovo. The Grey Hunters of the great company fighting there found him alone and surviving in one of the hab complexes that festered with the enemy. They took pity on the child, and seeing that he was the only survivor in a complex that was once full of a million people, they determined he was strong enough to be indoctrinated into the chapter by virtue of his tenacity and iron will. As an initiate he was regarded with wariness and even outright ridicule by all of the others in his group being from outside Fenris. His was a presence they neither welcomed nor understood and this is what gave him his original accolade of "Halfblood". It was perhaps because of this that he developed into a taciturn and withdrawn warrior. the camraderie that accompanied most blood claw packs was denied to him, he was naturally a loner and therefore he was marked out by the chapter's clergy as a candidate for the scout troops early on. Sometime during his experience as a blood claw, he was noticed by the wolf known as Lukas "the trickster." The rebellious warrior saw much of himself in Mikal and so whether the chapter elders liked it or not, the young blood claw was unofficially taken under Lukas' wing with the other inexperienced wolves that the charismatic yet mischevious Lukas had garnered a following in.

It was here that Mikal learned to rely on nobody but himself, trust nobody but himself, and fight in the most cunning and underhanded ways possible. Lukas was a harsh teacher but Mikal soon learned that next to the hard charging, wild and unrelenting path of most of Fenris' space marines was an equally unrelentung yet much more solitary path; that of the scout. Mikal stayed in the company of Lukas for several years until Mikal was made a scout sergeant. Over the years of his service to the Great Wolf, his lessons learned in his early days withLukas served him well. Even though on more than one occasion the method of Mikal's victories were called into question, one could not deny the results. Mikal's efforts wond the Imperium several worlds and himself many sagas to his list but for these things he did not much care for. It was both a tragic and wonderous thing when finally came Mikal's defining moment.
It was on a return to Mikal's homeworld of Rysovo that Mikal's life would change. The world was then being plauged by Dark Eldar pirates and Mikal's squad was to recon behind enemy lines and report on their positions. The mission was considered suicide even for a wolf scout but it was thought that Mikal's craftiness would make up for this. Over the span of three days, Mikal's squad was hunted by a particularly elusive Dark Eldar warrior known as a mandrake. With each passing death, it is said that Mikal's sanity unhinged a bit more until he alone was left to endure the taunting whispers of the xenos in his ear. With all of the lessons and tricks he had left to him, Mikal and the mandrake played a days long game of cat and mouse through the underbelly of the hive. the battle all culminated in the final fall of the mandrake who was taken by Mikal's own combat blade. Out of all the kills that Mikal ever made, this one stands out as his most prominent, most rememebered, and most enjoyed...

He has since been inconsolable, valuing neither companionship nor camraderie. He is a rare beast even amongst wolf scouts; a true shadow of the Lone Wolf; Lokyar, a singular wolf scout with no pack, no rank, and no mercy...
And if Mikal were honest with himself, he prefers it that way, he has achieved what he had always desired, to be dependent on nobody but himself and to trust nobody else. After a time of serving the chapter alone, Mikal made a heartfelt request to the Great Wolf; to be given free reign to destroy the enemies of the chapter. This was a wish he was granted and so, without looking back, Mikal headed for the one place where enemies would be plentiful; the Eye of Terror.

Equipment: Runic carapace armor: This armor has no name and no markings besides those which give it added strength. It is a reflection of its owner's nature as an unassuming and unseen creature of darkness.

Silenced bolt pistol: A simple bolt pistol with a silencer attatched, used for stealthy work.

Master crafted plasma pistol: Likewise this weapon has no name but it was a gift to Mikal when he left the side of Lukas and has stayed in his hip holster since.

Runic power axe: Unlike his other pieces of equipment, this piece has been christened "Shadowfang" for its often unseen nature as Mikal often uses it in the favored tactic of whipping by in his scout bike and beheading an opponent before he is aware of which direction thr threat is coming from.

Scout bike: Mikal's only transport used to get him across long distances quickly.

Cloak: This long cloak and hood has been ikal's companion for many years. It has the distinction of being stitched with strands of shadowskin from a Dark Eldar mandrake and so has a smoky veil of darkness that surrounds it and by extension its owner.

Combat blade: This knife has long been Mikal's favored tool. It was with this simple powered blade that he brought low the xeno that killed his pack and forever it's blade will be black from the toxic blood of the mandrake that it slew. Mikal has since dubbed it "Shadow's Bane"

Quote: "Use the bodies for cover...we have a deadline to keep *pause* I don't care what it smells like, we have to be at the rally point by dawn..."

So tell me what you fellas think of the new and improved Mikal?

Tyranic Marta wrote:alright lads *cracks knuckles* lets do this

Once we've got Mordo's profile and hopefully Shas's we'll start.

Is my quote suppossed to be in your quote warork? but otherwise legendary

Name: X'tasir, Chosen of Tzeentch

Faction: The Harbinger Fleet

Designation: Daemon Prince

Description: X'tasir's true form is utterly inimical to any sane mind, resembling a churning pillar of flesh and grinding teeth, from which new growths are constantly formed and destroyed. When walking among mortals, X'tasir resumes his mortal guise, that of a Traitor Legion Raptor clad in blue and golden power armor, a pair of lightning claws emerging from his wrists. Beneath his snarling helm, X'tasir has cruel, angular features reminding his prey of a predatory bird.

Biography: There are a set of forbidden files hidden away in the Tricorn Palace on Scintilla that detail the utterly monstrous wars waged in the name of the Changer of Ways by a Chaos Sorcerer named X'tasir. The immense file details how the Traitor clashed repeatedly with the Tau in the Astinus Persecution, of his pitiless extermination of an entire sector for daring to resist him. Some time after, he was transformed into a Prince of the Warp by Tzeentch. After this transformation, X'tasir warred against the Star Serpent, one of the forbidden C'tan Gods of the Necrontyr. The conflict raged for decades, until the Star Serpent vanished, and X'tasir returned to the Warp.

A decade later, X'tasir launched an attack on Commorragh itself, succeeding in laying ruin to the Dark City and plundering its secrets, as well as earning the service of turncoat Dark Eldar Kabals, as well as a Haemonculi Coven. On the verge of victory, X'tasir and his armies suddenly vanished, leaving the Dark City a shattered ruin. No one can truly say why the Daemon Prince abandoned his campaign, but he and his armies were not seen for over a century.

When the monster returned to real space, he arrived with Harbinger Fleet: A great naval force composed of both Traitor Astartes and Druchii vessels. Swiftly, the Fleet has cut a bloody swath through real space, Astartes and Dark Eldar fighting side by side, united by the promise of loot and slaughter, as well as fear of their leader. Grim reports tell of the warriors of the Harbinger Fleet wielding weapons that blend Druchii technology and daemonic magick. Now that X'tasir has returned, no world is truly safe...

Quote: "Ah, the worms strive to become serpents. Amusing..."

Tyranic Marta wrote:Is my quote suppossed to be in your quote warork? but otherwise legendary

Bah, no...I'm lazy so I used your sheet to make my own and that was just a typo...my bad...

Very good Mordo, I can't wait to see what happens next.

Tommorow I'll post the first chapter.

awesome

*a bit of background fluff for you all to chew on. I hope you dont mind me using your character in this Warork*


Flak shells hammered over the scree slopes of Gutyun Secondus with a vengeance, traitor guardsmen attempting to slow the advance of nearly a dozen rhino apc's and the growling land raider at thier head. Hydra flak tanks hammering shell after shell into the advancing tanks but to no avail. The shots skittered of armur plates and flicked over the hulls of the larger vehicle.The Leviathan's teeth were moving over the rocky ground in their light armoured vehicles with all the grace of a mastodon. But all of the indomitablity of an army of warriors who fear nought. Leading them was the land rader redeemer, the Leviathan's breath. Its flamestorm cannons spitting and snarling with small gouts of fire. The machine spirit of the vehicle restless and ready to incinerate the enemies of the sons of Russ.

Inside the redeemer the atmosphere was calm, but with an underlying tenseness that brought out the snarling power of the Wolf guard encased in its hold. Candles were the only source of light, except for the faint glow of runes and plasma weapons. The hold was dark. At the head of the vehicle standing upright with one hand grasping a titanic blade and the other steadied against the hull of the tank, a metre diameter shield strapped to his arm was the Leviathan himself. Marius Ichorskin. The hammer of Fenris. His wolf guard were checking ammo feeds and the power packs of power weapons and plasma pistols. In the back of the hull was the snarling visage of a wolf priest in runic battle plate. The blue runes glowing over the armoured case of Hemlock. The Leviathan's personal wolf priest. Hemlock's eyes were fixed on the wolf lord at the front of the vehicle. All nine feet of the massive warrior were tensed and bristling. The wolf was awake and deadly in his mind. The wolf guard were heedless of their commanders. They knew that the Leviathan was a brutal warrior, but none believed that the wolf could claim him. His mind was far, far too strong.

A rasping voice flicked through the redeemer's hull and the dry monotone of Hemlock punctured the mettalic clicks that the Wolf Guard were coaxing from their weapons.
"The storm breaks soon Marius. Do not let the flood drown you."

The Leviathan turned to his personal priest and nodded once, his bald pate shining in the half gloom of the redeemer's candle lit hold.
"I do not halt for the flood Hemlock. It shall part around me like the seas of the warp before an astropath. I shall be the breaker upon which this storm hits. And you shall not find me wanting."

The wolf priest nodded once, apparently satisfied with the Commander's answer as his head tilted to the right, his eyes locking onto his crozius arcanum checking the power feed. The wolf guard murmured in approval of thier wolf lords words and a single audible sentence was spoken.
"The Leviathan is master of the storm. And it shall break upon him. Break and be broken."

Outside the hull as the convoy approached the traitor guard lines a Rhino apc caught a shell on its gun deck and the shot richochet into a feul tank detonating the vehicle, and throwing the space wolves inside it clear of its confines through the top hatch. They hit the ground gracelessly but were soon up and moving without even noticing the change. Woundless and tough the grey hunters began laying down well targetted fields of fire and behind them the other tanks came to a halt and disgorged thier warriors in disciplined fire lines. Bolter shells eating the distance and the triple roar of thier munitions was deafening to the traitor guard who were shredded by the ordanance. The redeemer barrelled forwards into the press, its flamestorm cannons flowing hot with molten steel promethium banks that not only incinerated the guardsmen but layed down a layer of thick supressive frag grenades that drove the survivors deep into their trenches only to be incinerated by the flames. From this inferno the Redeemer's hatch slammed open and the roar of the space wolves was audible even over the roar of bolter shells as the Wolf guard hit the deck. At thier forefront was a warrior shrouded in steam as blood splattered against his armour only to be boiled off by the flame storm cannons heat. His bald pate was glowing in the firelight as the cannons died down and he strode forwards his shield gripped loosley in one hand, ready for use but presently unneeded as his body thundered through the ashy remains of his foes. Marius saw the traitor guardsmen infront of him pale in fear as they saw the emblem on his shield and many threw down thier guns and ran. The others brought lasgun butts to shoulder and unleashed a punishing salvo into the Wolf lord even as thier commanders told them to fire again. The lasbolts flickered of Marius' armour like gnats off the hull of a supercarrier and his stride never ceased as he met thier lines, even as his blade Serpent tooth clove down in a mighty arc severing the bodies of many of the guardsmen with one effortless blow. His wolf guard moved up around him, stormshields crackling and frost weapons humming as their rotors sucked thier chains in viscous circles. The ensueing figh was short and brutal. The wolfs ripping through the traitors like a lion among sheep. Marius looked down in apathy at the dead bodies before bringing his finger up to his ear mike.

"Wolf scouts, now is the time. We have hit their lines, drive them towards us."
The cold voice of Mikal halfblood came through the feed. Typically clipped and curt, if a little impatient.
"Yes Leviathan, orders understood"

Moments later massive explosions ripped through the rear of the enemy lines as melta bombs cut through vehicles and missle launchers decimated infantry. Sharp cracks from sniper rifles and the gurgles of slit throats were just audible to Marius as the wolf scouts assaulted thier back lines, driving the panicked traitors back into the flames of judgement. Marius smiled a cold smile, his fangs curling over his lip.
"Get them."

Impressive...most impressive...

thanks

Im trying to convey the image of a warrior and a leader here... i hope its working!

Tyranic Marta wrote:Im trying to convey the image of a warrior and a leader here... i hope its working!

That's pretty easy to do with space wolves...You just have to channel the cahracter's inner Leman Russ and that's basically it...