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"Agreed my lord"

Standing slowly Tyranic Marta looks the sorcerer in the eye

"As the gods command, so shall it be"

Slinging his Blastmaster into his hands he toned the volume down and begins to play a long haunting melody that reverbeates through the entire fortress, each warrior feels the power of chaos rushing into him and they, one and all, scream their rage to the growing darkness.

"DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR"

"Send some of my Chosen with Marta, and Equerry, find yourself a replacement, you're going with them!"

"As you wish my Lord"

Maniacal Laughter

Tryanic bows to his lord and then departs his suit of armour silently moves across the floor, stealthy and graceful even for its size.

Reaching the area where his squad is relaxing he orders them into the land raider and awaits the choson from his lord,

When the choson and Equerry reach him he tells them of the location of the base they are searching for.

Mounting into the raider Tyranic moves of into the dying light with a pair of rhinos beside him, full of the finest traiters of the galaxy.

A bloody grin streaches across tyranic face as he chants an old battle hymn of unholy portent under his breath..

Where is the soul of the dying?
That fought this day with blood

Where is the soul of the dying?
Drowing in full sorrows flood

Where is the soul of the dying?
Here in my fist he rests

Never returning to homeworld
The soul of the dying remains

Never again to speak out
Against the bloodshed of worlds

Never again will he fight me
This foe who I have brought to an end

Where is the soul of the dying?
His soul in my hand shall stay

Tyranics lidded eyes open golden motes flowing through them, "they shall regret the day the Skullscreamers landed on this planet,"

opening his fist he looks down and sees the pattens of swirling souls in the palm of his hand

"I will claim them all"

OC wrote: It's your call on the battle plan, brother.

(ill pm it and ask 4 advice )

"We've arrived at the destination my Lord"

Over the vox:
"Excellent, make ready your men, Vassanius!"

As the Chaos forces rumble closer the landraider moves into a central position, the clicks and snaps can be heard as the deamonically possesd vehicle wakes up, its guns begginning to sense the pull of battle

As the vehcicle rumbles closer the lascannons open up in a withering crescendo of powerful red light, ripping through the outer walss and burrowing into the out buildings of the base.

The heavy bolter starts up rumbling rippling booms shatter the air as the leathal heavy blts scream towards their targets claiming countless kills.

The lasscannons quickly claim the defenses on the walls in withering blasts reducing the automated and man-driven turrets to so much ash and debris.

Crushing rubble and debris under its mighty tracks the raider grinds to a halt, its guns purring with sustained fire.

The front hatch slams down and out of the darkness f the hold sonic vibrations rip through the charging enemy, throwing them to the ground.

The chaos terminators quickly consolidate their hold as Tyranic moves into the open he mutters into his comm.

"Equerry I am on the ground"

Grinning his bloody grin, he begins to sing the hymn once more as his claws slowly unsheath themselfs to their full length and begin to crackle with power...

"Detonate charges"

And there, the Space Wolves' world came to a crashing halt

"Death to the False Emperor! Charge!"

Still singing the hymn and repeating it over and over tyranic wades into the battle with his traitors, their lightening claws decimate the barely armoured blood claws and rip through the grey hunters that get too close,

Bolter shots sparking harmlessly of of their armour the terminators push through the press of Space wolves felling all within reach,

those grey hunters who are aiming at Tyranic notice that his armour is slowly rippling and faces can be seen in the armour, slowly but surely Tyranic Marta is depriving the souls of the space wolf legion any respite from tormet.

His bloody grin widens

Seeing the blast at the back of the base Tyranic and his trators clear the immediate area around them and then get back into the raider, steaming towards the blast site, they barely halt as a space wolves dreadnought turns a corner and opens up, the shots from its autocannons dont even dent the armour and the raider contemptuaously grinds its prey into the ground after blasting a hole in its chest with the lascannons.

The raider nearly skids as it halts disgorging the contents of its hold into the battle,

Once the Space wolves are cleared the chaos warriors band together and begin to fight their way in to the center of the base, smiting all within reach

The Chosen of the Raven silently sow the seeds of Heresy into the remaining defenders, with every whisper of chaos and every death of a Wolf.

Feeling the chaos energies roiling off of the man beside him Marta halts and has his teminators ring out in a loose cirlce, allowing the prophets of chaos, the chosen of the raven to bring the wolves into the fold.

The dark sorceries of the Raven's voice filled the air, as the Sorcerer spoke through Vassanius. The Space Wolves halted upon listening to the Raven's Equerry

Where is your Emperor now? If he is here with you now, he is amongst the dead. What do you want brother Wolves? Do you want to be free of death and pain? Father Nurgle will embrace it for you. Do you want knowledge and power beyond your imagination? The Great T'zeentch will grant you such. Do you want your every desire fulfilled and the freedom of the galaxy? Prince Slaanesh will unshackle your chains. Do you want to become true Angels of Death, with the blood of all your enemies spilt at your feet. Lord Khorne will see it done.

Do you wish for all of this and more? Come, follow us, and we will show you the path to it.

Maniacal Laughter

The gates to the command center smash open and a hulking figure in Space wolves terminator armour strides down the steps, a massive sword gripped in his hand.

The figure points the weapon at Marta and roars a challenge.

Marta leaves his Blastmaster in the care of one of his warriors and walks forward his claws rippling in the darkness.

"These are not appropriate for a fight servant of the emperor" Sheathing the talons he gestures in midair and from his armour the souls of countless fallen warriors spew into the darkness, visible only by their slight shadowy glow. A long curving sword glowing with effervesant light, is formed by their prescence, but even through its beauty the souls of the dammned can be seen rippling across its surface, and a shrill low volume scream drifts through the air. After a moment the sword glides into his grip.

"now we may fight... dog"

the grin on his face dissapears and his chant finnally stops, only after it ends do the surrounding combatants realize that it was continued even when he talked.

He closes his eyes and opens them when the open they are no longer the blue eyes mixed with golden motes of a chaos lord dedicated to slaanesh, they are black orbs of nothingness which seem to exist only to show that nothing is their at all.

In complete silence Marta begins to circle the Man, his opposition circling, as well. Although with only a fraction of the grace and balance of the Lord of chaos.

As if by some unseen signal both men lash out, Marta in perfect silence, the man screaming a warcry.

The blades clash in midair, and separate. Clash again and again they move apart, and slowly they build in speed until there is only a blur of motion, both men attempting to gain dominance over the other. However the speed and reactions of the man seem slowed to Tyranic, because f the gifts of Slaanesh he can see every move the man makes and is simply toying with him.

After a time when Tyranic shows no sign of tiring the man begins to sho a flicker of fear, *"what is this thing that can withstand the rigours of battle with such ease?"*

As the man begins to tire Marta loses intrest in toying with the man, and moves out of the way of his opponents swing, and brings the sabre down on the mans wrist. A spray of gore and blood arcs across Martas chest and face, his grin once more returned, Marta presses his advantage and brings his blade in an arc that would decapitate the man.

However some shred of resistance remains in the warrior, he rolls out of the way attempting to reach his sword.

He never gets there>

Marta's foot slams the man into the ground. With the Space wolf pinned, Marta looks to the leader of the choson.

"do you want this one?"

"Yes"

And from the chosons mouth a stream of words fill the air, and accompaning them is a braid of purest black, the blackness lands over the Space wolfs heart and the scream ripped from the mans throat raises the hairs on the necks of even the oldest watching Grey hunters.

A cocoon of darkness wreaths the man and obscures him from sight. When it dissapates the Space wolf is.... different, his eyes are shot through with shifting motes of colour and his sword nearby has turned to the same mottled navy blue as the twilight sky.

"what do the chaos gods command?"

Releasing the man and reclaiming his blastmaster Tyranic mutters into his comm, "My lord we are nearly done here i believe"

(you plannin to post mate?)

OC wrote:I had lunch! Sorry.

"Indeed we are. The Lord Raven is pleased, as a reward he grants you the control of this base"

(all good)

"Thankyou my lord, I am honoured by your gift."

Turning to the choson Tyranic speaks to their leader, "You are welcome to stay and convert these loyalist wretches to the path of chaos, I would welcome you to this unholy ground."

(im off 4 tonight, bai)

"I want you to find out if theres anything out there. Also, send out a scout party to look out for nearby structures."

(ooc: i thought the space wolves were already beaten)
(ic)
"ok guys were going well push them back into the abys we are ready to deliver the killing blow andd destroy the necrons once and for all of this world"

(nah just a small camp)

"salamander we know you are competetive with us but we need your help because an camp has been raided by chaos. we fear that we will be under heavy fire soon."

"hello brother wolf, i am busy right now with necrons but as soon as i am finished i will come personnaly. in the meantime you must fortify and keep sending messages to us.but waych out as they could intercept them. but i will send some spare troops to youre base."

"com mander the space wolfs were under heavy fire so we will send some spare troops. send some devastators and send a vindicator."

have two of my squads

"ok then i will send an thunder hawk to pick them up is that ok sire?"
"excellent idea commander send it and bombart the roof of that cave so the assault vet can jump in the termi's can teleport and the dreads can crash down with drop pods"

Um even i thiught that all the wolfs were dead. well, It was a good read.

(oc: but leda i also think its a good read but then just took it down without we could react thats kinda op if they doing this. then they can just kill all generators for the shields or the supply deps i think thats just to much)

(there were no player characters in the space wolves after rumulus died, we wouldnt do that to a player chars base, thats just mean)