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This is the rough draft for the first part of my new story, carrying over the characters from my previous story. Please tell me what you think and tell me about any problems with it. Thanks!


P.S. I know that the begining doesnt make a lot of sense with the "Lords of Kraw" amd whatnot, but I plan on making another story about the future of Death's Head, my chapter.





You see, I was there, long ago, before the Lord of Kraw, before the Doomsayers, before the Siegebreaker, even. But I suppose you want me to start from the beginning. All right. It was the 41st millenium. The green armour of the Death Guard clanked as they trundled down the fortress passageway. "Hah! This was too easy!" said Felonius Caucus, his mouth making an unpleasant squelching noise as he did so. He and the others in his squad looked ahead to their destination, the black door to an ancient vault of the ruined castle. The coast seemed clear, but the whole place so far had an eerie feeling that put even their superhuman nerves on edge. They continued, that feeling growing as the statues that lined the walls seemed to be watching. Suddenly the hand of one of the statues shot out and grabbed Caucus' throat. He turned with his bolter ready, but too late. The last thing he ever saw was the expressionless mask of an Astartes helmet and a flash of light. His squadmates quickly ran from the statues, thinking them trapped. The two first to step throught the door, bolters raised, went flying out seconds later, bowling over their comrades. They were then ruptured by a hail of shells, ending all but one. He quickly jumped up, opening fire with his bolter into the dark room. A single Astartes rushed out, enduring the withering hail of fire. The the marine cackled as he took fire, and then, closing, drew his chainsword. The other attempted to use his boltgun as a club, but one arm was quickly hacked off. The mad marine then proceded to carve his way through the nurgle worshipper. 

"Emperor, Tyrone you are a lunatic." rasped Honoured Brother Geld.

"Just doing what I do best Geld. But what about those chunks of festering meat on the ground? Didn't they used to be soldiers?" asked Brother-Seargent Tyrone in his mad voice.

"Let's move out. This place has outlived it's utility." murmured Epistolary Accanthus.

The Astartes strode purposefully throught the wide, echoing corridors towards the entrance. 2nd Company Captain Leontius rumbled "I hear something out there. Be ready for a fight." checking his heavy bolter as he did so.

As they neared their goal the sound grew more pronounced, eventually becoming distinguishable as marching. They exited the ruined door, courtesy of Geld's fist, and saw a veritable horde of Death Guard preparing to enter the fortress. "Am I seeing this right? That's a lot of rotfucks." growled Leontius.

"Steady. Defensive positions men! Leontius, covering fire! Tyrone keep Leontius out of the melee and stay back! Accanthus take out their armour!" Caeler said in his metallic voice. 

"What are my orders?" Geld asked.

"Make chunks, my friend." Caeler replied.

The Death Guard began a slow, relentless advance, chaos marines keeling over or exploding in sprays of gore. It was a desperate last stand, to be sure, but marines know no fear. Chaos Terminators advanced on their flank, Accanthus moving to hold them off. In a whirlwind of metal, three died. As he swung to end a fourth, his arm was caught. The terminator shoved his gun barrel into the epistolary's abdomen, laughing. "Accanthus!" bellowed Leontius as he raised his pistol, emptying it into the festering giant's head. 

The terminator fell and Accanthus began glowing as he clutched his wounded arm. Seconds later, terminators toppled over or shattered like glass. Geld announced "Sir! Cannon's dry! Don't know how much longer we can last!"

"Fear not! We are the Emperor's finest, and we shall not be felled by pathetic traitors!" Caeler cried as he despatched three of the enemy in as many seconds.

The battle raged on, the Death Guard relentlessly advancing, and being cut down as they did so. Just as all hope seemed lost, ammunition depleted, the scream of an engine resounded through the plains. Scores of Death Guard fell, and a Stormraven shrieked into view. Five Marines dropped from it's grav-chute, guns blazing. I was one of the five that dropped. But of course, I was not the old wretch you see now. I stood resplendent in my armour, sword aglow, heart filled with conviction. 

"Brother Talos! Good to see you! I was afraid we would miss tea time!" Tyrone joked over the vox.

I walked towards the enemy slowly, running one through without breaking stride, turming felling another with my bolt pistol. As the horde thinned, a rotten lord strode forth from it. Cackling and waving his power fist in the air, he advanced toward the heroes of our chapter. Accanthus hissed "Fight me." and leveled his blade with the heretic's head.

The battle raged around them as the duel commenced. Accanthus bowed to his opponent, who, laughing, swung at him. The clumsy strike was evaded easily by the agile psyker. Taking advantage of this, Accanthus struck the rotting fiend. Though he was deflected, the chaos marine was now off-balance. Enraged, he charged. Accanthus unleashed the power of his mind into the frenzied brute. The power fist slowed as it's wielder was assailed, but still swung with immense force. The spyker released his mental grip and swung his fist to block the weapon. The crackling bludgeon glanced off Accanthus' shoulder plate, sending him hurtling to the ground. Laughing, the chaos lord prepared to finish him. Still on the ground, the Epistolary swept his legs out from under him. He lept upon the stricken heretic and began to beat him senseless. Though the blows would have killed a hundred mortal men, this was a champion of Nurgle. Spitting pestilent blood, the traitor mocked "You Imperials may slaughter the pathetic humans who fight for their freedom from your crumbling Imperium, but I will not succumb!"

The rotting champion threw him off and rose to his feet. Accanthus lept up, only to be forced to make a desperate dodge from a furious strike. Seeing he was losing, I attempted to make my way to him, but to no avail, many Death Guard still stood between us.  In a last ditch effort, Accanthus  thrust his blade into the Death Guard, yelling "You WILL succumb to the Emperor's will! Feel His wrath!" 

The Death Guard leader shuddered and sprayed his vital fluids as the wounded Psyker channeled his might into the blade. Accanthus cleaned it and rejoined the battle.