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Arkus hacked another gaunt down. His armour and chainsword were slick with the blood of xenos. He had been fighting for so long now, hacking and slashing and killing - his mind was currently devoted to a single purpose: surviving and killing. He did not think anymore, he just fought. At the edge of his consciousness, he felt something. He felt a rage overcoming him - a strong, ancient and pure rage. A hatred for those he was fighting. The Tyranids disappeared. He was on a ship, its walls contorted with screaching and leering faces. He towered over traitorous marines, in ancient armour. Massive white wings were portruding from his back, and his gleaming golden armour was a beacon of light in the darkness. He clove his enemies in twain with his massive, powerful blade. When he had slain close to three dozen of them, mighty champions of chaos appeared in front of him. They had been changed - they had massive claws instead of hands and had scything talons sprouting from their sides. He fought them. He slew them. One by one, he dispatched them. Then, the Arch-traitor himself gave a roar, and his minions stood down, hissing at Sanguinious. Hissing? Horus stepped up to fight the winged combatant. Sanguinious struck out, but his blow was deflected. A massive leg kicked out, sending Sanguinious flying to the other side of the chamber. He spread his wings and halted his movement, then dived towards his foe. He swung out. His enemy brought up a mace, crackling with energy, to deflect it. At the last moment, Sanguinious swerved, and bowled into the warmaster. But he was too strong, and Sanguinious was cast down with a swing of Horus' powerful claw. Horus was on him in a second, and as Sanguinious turned to get up, the mace smashed into him. He crashed to the floor. Horus towered over him, almost fully double the height of even the most magestic of primarchs.
"Vos vadum non lucror , haereticum! EGO damno vos!" he shouted at the traitor.
Horus smiled. "Vos es duco , frater. Complexo verus vox dum vos etiam can."
"Nunquam!" Sanguinious cried out.
"Sic exsisto is , Angelus of Cruor."

Sanguinious rose to his feet. He felt a strange feeling. He felt as if he had been here before, as if he had fought this battle a million times, a million ways. And he felt failure.
Not this time.
He came at the traitor, in a flurry of lightning fast attacks that tested even the empowered warmaster. Horus fought back strongly, sorely wounding the noble primarch. But Sanguinious did not give up. His crimson blade blazed, and he struck with all his power - and cut Horus' massive mace in two. A look of surprise came over the Arch-traitor.
"No! It cannot be this way!"
Sanguinious felt strengthened, and he lashed out, driving his blade forward. It collided with a backhand sweep from Horus' massively taloned power claw. His blade punched through it, and Horus roared in anger. Wrenching his blade free, Sanguinious gripped Horus by the throat, and flew upwards. It took all of his strength, and when his strength was about to fail, he let the traitor drop to the ground. Sanguinious swooped down as fast as he could, and plunged his blade straight into the traitors screaming mouth. He then decapitated the traitor, ending it.
"Well done, my son" applauded a voice from behind him.
Sanguinious turned to see a beautific, gleaming figure glad in golden armour, clasping a blazing sword.
"Well done, Arkus."
Everything began to get lighter, and lighter, and lighter, until everything faded in an explosion of bright white light. The last thing Sanguinious saw was the gleaming figure nodding and smiling at him.





Arkus opened his eyes. He was panting heavily. He was lying on his back. He sat up, his body screaming with pain. He looked about his body - his armour was shattered and rendered. He was bleeding from scores of wounds that even he knew would fell the hardiest of veteran space marines. But he felt stronger, tougher and more powerful. He stood up. Everything seemed smaller, and he realized he was taller. And bigger. Looking around him, he saw no living Tyranid. For as far as he could see, he saw a sea of corpses. The xenos dead were piled three deep all around him. He looked down. And he found, below his feet, a massive Hive Tyrant. One arm had been severed and another punctured. And looking next to the massive body, Arkus saw the Tyrants' head.

As the sun began to set on Naruke II, the distant sky filled with a beautiful crimson and orange colour, a lone figure stood upon a great mound, looking into the distance. He smiled.

fething lag..

Well, if you haven't worked out what happened by now (whoever even bothers to read this), well it's pretty simple.


He's done a Mephiston .

The way I represented that is, that instead of dying in the memory of Sanguinious' death, he had the mental strength to kill Horus, and change the memory, for himself atleast. And due to winning, he mastered the black rage, whereas those who fail, just die with the memory.

He'd look something like this now, in game terms:

WS: 6
BS: 4
S: 6
T: 6
W: 4
I: 7
A: 4
LD: 10
Sv: 3+ (does destroyed power armour count?)

Special rules: Fearless, Fleet

Wargear: Chainsword, Boltgun and Boltpistol

That was very nicely done Dark !
NIkev approves

Rough translations:

"Vos vadum non lucror , haereticum! EGO damno vos!" - "You will not win, Heretic! I damn you!"
"Vos es duco , frater. Complexo verus vox dum vos etiam can." - "You are mislead, brother. Embrace the true powers while you still can."
"Nunquam!" - "Never!"
"Sic exsisto is , Angelus of Cruor." - So be it, Angel of Blood."

*manually inserts pelvic thrusts into each and every sentence*

there, much better now

*poofs away smiling evilly*

So, did you use an online translator for that Dark, or have you actually learnt latin?

Dastardly Dave wrote:So, did you use an online translator for that Dark, or have you actually learnt latin?

i say he didn't, there is the latin word for no somewhere

Translator. Unfortunately, not all English words translate directly, and it does its best to compensate.

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/306076.page


Just to make sure everyone knows, the above link takes you to the thread that continues the RP.