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Pvt. Uhuine? I'm touched dude! Before you smear me across a hallway at the whims of a lord of change, just lemmie say thank you lol

wth? my message isn't posting :S

Beautiful just beautiful. I will sig the line “well come here and dance with me man things” as I thought it stuck out a bit. I will also sig "Lord of Change pounced at them screaming a song of Change and Betrayal." oh and this, and this and this......

All Hail the Dark Lord! Even with the great light of the God Emperor extinguished there is still a beacon of light in this dark age of man. Hoist him high bow to the truth that is Seanron. May his teachings lift our souls in unison to the stars. May the litnies of your duties be spoken by all.

ahh
MOAR
MOAR FOR THE MOAR GOD
also
this fluff is officially the best fan fluff IVE EVER READ!
looking forward to part 3

chaoz940

GODDAMN! This is most excellent.

MOAR FOR THE MOAR GOD

+1

Nice job. Love it : D. Have you tried getting GW to notice or do you think this lore is too bad ass for them to have it.

Well anyway...........
PWNAGE L33T! INVINICIBLE! KILLITATICULAR! UNFREAKEN BELIEVABLE! EXTERMIANTOR!
Sorry i just had too throw in some halo 3 stuff to congradulate you on your fine work. That beats mine by a long shot. And i study Military History................... You can see the problem here i use too be good now i suck........
BUT!
Great Job with the Siege of Terra. You have been Added to the Libariary of Knowledge bank from Illionis : D.

Finaly! I have done it, gone through every post from start to finish, I must say, simply amazing. I have been reading this for a good while, I never posted because I didn't want to skip ahead. Everything, from creed, the space wolves, Terra, just pure original thinking. I just can't wait for The Templars to amass somewhere with the full chapter strength of a legion to bare.(close to a legion ) I would hate to be in their way. But we shall see! Keep it coming!

This thread needs more angry marines... not roid rage imperial fists just marines who are really pissed about something and go kill it... not necessarily with fire but its an option... just sayin.

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:[size=18]
Privates Kay and Waitout covered the long approach, scanning the monstrous chambers with their gun sights

a striking similarity indeed! although not necessarily me, i am fond of plasma

Okay, I got to my name and went 'WAIT WUT' and scared the crap out of my cat. Then I started squeeing like a twelve year old at a Twilight release party. Then I got to this:

Private Candroth knelt beside the corpse, and drew her hand slowly across the dead mans face, softly closing its eyelids. She whispered a prayer to the God-Emperor to see the slain man to safety, and to forgive her for ending his life.

What you could not have known, my dear Seanron, is that is exactly the reaction every time my Dark Heresy character has to kill someone. EXACTLY. That is so covered in win I don't even know what to do.

And awesome job with the shout-outs -- you've now earned a shout-out in my fluff stories ... somewhere. Not sure where, but eventually a 40k unit or member of my Inquisitor's retinue will be named Seanron.

*squees more, bounces around, and generally acts one-third her age*

... And I hope you don't mind me taking a small liberty here -- I got inspired:

Candroth's eyes crossed briefly as she listened to her mother's voice -- no, her uncle's -- the boy she tried to kiss when she was seven -- the girl she got into a fight with at sixteen -- her first platoon sergeant -- her last boyfriend --

She shook her head fiercely, grunting to shake off the unnerving effect the voices had. 'Well come here and dance with me, man things,' the voices hissed. She rolled her shoulders to ease their tension, pulling her hands away from her ears and gripping her rifle for dear life. As the voice continued, she shut it out by reciting a mental prayer.

God-Emperor, Father of Mankind, grant that we be victorious in doing Your work to banish this Hellspawn Daemon from Your most sacred realm and live to see the day we no longer have to ---

Her violet eyes narrowed and her mental recitation ceased. She'd caught a subtle shift in the Daemon's movements, and any moment now...

For good or ill, whether she lived or died, right now she knew her duty. She opened fire along with the rest of her squad.

I too felt inspired but Im not going to sully this with my interpretation Candroth I love that by the way nice little addition to the story...

COME ON MOAR!!!! I need to know how this unit survives the Daemonic onslaught!!

stunned into silence...

MOAR FLUFF!!I command you servitor scribe.Private Tih.

YES YES YES YES YES YES!!!
you have met and surpassed all my expectations.
no fluff published by GW will ever come close to this level of awesome

Thx for all the kind words guys ^^ the next part should be up tommorow your suport is awesome and appreciated ^^

How many parts of it will be and what will you explore after that,Demiurg chasing Imperial Fists who are inbound to Terra or Space Wolves coming to Ultramar.

Or the Storm Crusaders fighting randomly?

Or the cult of SPAM mysteriously showing up?

The Second Seige of Terra
Part Four: For The Emperor...

The traitors stood before him like an endless sea of filth and corruption. They drove on toward him like rancid cattle, screaming an endless chant of oppression, hatred and ending. They ran the gamut of the flaws inherit in all human kind: from the ordinary man and woman, to the bio-giants who walked amongst them armed and armoured like heroes of old. And even above them clanked machines of ludicrous and wrathful design, bellowing smog and enmity into the blessed air of Terra. At one point, long ago, he may have considered this wave of human flesh kith and kin, but no longer. They were the enemy, a hideous tidal wave from the stars that threatened to buffet and destroy everything that he held dear. They came with fire, with hatred, with madness and now attempted to tear apart the grand institution of Terra from where it had stood for generations. Couldn’t they see? Couldn’t these fools accept that the Emperor was returning to them? Couldn’t they see their Lord and Master had found a vessel for His voice in His prophet Uriah Jole. Tightening his grip on the haft of his Guardian Spear, Brother Yuri of the Adeptus Custodes raised his weapon above his head and spoke in a deep, booming voice.

“My Brothers! We stand today on the brink once again. We were there, when the arch-fiend Horus took arms against his Father in a mad bid for power. We were there, when the Reign of Blood threatened to drown us and all we hold dear. We were there, when the Red-robed spawn of Mars usurped the Golden Throne and slew our Father, our Master, our Strength. We were there, when His light returned to us in the hands of Uriah. And we are still here, in the face of invasion and destruction. Men and women we once considered kin are kin no more! Today we fight for the Emperor Returning, we fight for valour, for honour, and the sovereignty of Terra from oppression. For Uriah! For Terra! FOR THE EMPEROR!”

Behind Brother Yuri, one thousand of his Custodes kin raised their Guardian Spears as one and gave praise to the names of Uriah and the Emperor. Then as one, they charged.

Above them the vast cathedrals of war that were the Titans of Legio Loki’s Children traded blows with the two corrupt Titan Legions that the heretics on Mars had sent to usurp the Throne. Already three titans on the heretic side stood blazing from Head to Foot, their malfunctioning void shields casting vast neon bolts about them, ploughing through the heretics lines like the gaze of the Blessed Emperor himself. The Custodes charged onward even as the Warlord Titan Everest’s head exploded like a newborn star, vast shards of shrapnel streaking in all directions, slaying several dozen of the brave citizen-militia who had amassed to defend the palace. None of the Custodes fell to such a paltry death.

The Custodes charged onward, the citizen-militia and PDF of Earth running around them like water flows round a shark. The charge was not the frenzy of the mob, or the fearful last stand of the insane, this was a glorious charge of Gold and Faith, of Steel and Strength, of Gods and Glory. The advanced targeting in Yuri’s helmet cut through the chaos of battle, the vast plumes of smog and the ceaseless rain of gunfire as he hammered through the mud and hell and detritus of the Terran battlefield. He could make out the shapes of the enemy soldiers, drab green and brown on their clothing and red rubies of las-fire flying from their weapons. Behind them he could see the silver and grey of Astartes, once proud sentinels of the Emperor, now misguided fools ripe for the cull. Above them rose the traitor titans, calling their heretic songs to the skies, but they did not worry Yuri or his brothers. The Loki’s Children had them in an open fire-fight, and the Children had numbers, power and the will of the Emperor on their side. No, his one concern was the shape that crouched behind them all, surrounded by enemy armour and machinery.

The Command Vehicle belonging to Judas, the traitor Creed.

Yuri’s HUD pinged in his ear as it calculated his speed and distance to the enemy, numbers and lines appearing in his vision. At this pace the Custodes would hit the traitor lines in less than a minute. He activated his Vox, speaking to every brother that stood with him.

“Arms Ready my Brothers! Cull the heretics, cull the Astartes, and make for the arch-heretic. FOR THE EMPEROR!”


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Brother Augyen stood shoulder to shoulder with his Brothers, gripping his Halberd with more fervour than he had ever felt before. Standing above him on the broken ruins of an enemy tank was Chaplain Creevos, who was praising the name of the Emperor and the Holy Task they must undertake. Creevos gestured toward the incoming mass of armoured gold rushing toward them and beseeched them to look to their brother, look to their hatred and to look to their Emperor. Augyen focused on the oncoming Custodes, and felt a peculiar feeling he had never felt before. It was not fear that he felt, for that had been bred out of him, he was as alien to the concept of fear as the Daemons of the Warp were alien to the concept of order. No, it was not fear, it was a certainty. A certainty, that he and his brothers would not survive this day. He had fought hundreds of enemies before: he had crushed cults and daemons when the Emperor was alive, and he had continued his task after his death, but he had never felt this shadow of imminent destruction over himself before.

It was not a lack of faith that triggered this: he knew he would fight to his dying breath and so would his brothers. But this foe was unlike any he had fought before. These were Custodes, the closest the Emperor had to sons bar the blessed Primarchs. They had guarded the Emperor for generations, and they had yet to encounter a foe they could not best. And now, one thousand of them were charging across the field toward them, and Augyen knew with clarity he had sought his whole life that he would die on this field. But this was a comfort, for he would die for the right cause, and he would die in the name of his Emperor. Each Grey Knight knew this, and they knew it was their task. They were to hold the Custodes long enough to allow the Plan to succeed, to allow Creed and the Inquisitors to unmake the horrors that had descended upon Terra. And only they could hope to hold the Custodes, for they were the Grey Knights, the Bane of the Daemon, the Shield against the Corrupt, the sons of Garro and the Emperor. They would hold, simply because they must.

He glanced to his right and saw the noble form of Captain Sturmmgad and his Terminators step apart from his brothers, their pennants fluttering in the wind. Although gunfire raged throughout the field, and the colossal Titans boomed their war song to the bleeding skies, a peculiar calm surrounded the Captain. He slowly raised his Halberd, a look of determination and grim acceptance etched on his lined face. Time seemed to slow as the Captain turned to consider Augyen, and Augyen’s heart froze at the intense sadness in his commanders eyes. Sturmmgad nodded once solemnly, and then turned again to the enemy. Raising his fist slowly into the air, he said one phrase and one phrase only.

“For The Emperor, my Brothers…”

The amassed Grey Knights bellowed the consent and launched into a ferocious counter charge. Augyen doubts vanished as his Storm Bolter roared and he ploughed through the razor wire, through the death and through the madness unto his fate.


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It would be written ever after that even though the Titans and the War Machines of the Imperial Guard shook the very skies themselves with their firepower, Terra trembled most when two seas of warriors, one in Gold and one in Grey, collided in the centre of the battlefield. Even though the fate of Terra and the soul of mankind itself hung in the balance that day, no battle would be as hard and as bitterly fought as when the Custodes drew arms against the Astartes clothed in Grey. Angels would weep, men and women would cry in lament, Gods would balk in shock, and the God-Emperor himself would shed a fiery tear from his place in the void.

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YES! YES YES FIGGGGGGIN YES!!! gold sir this is gold I WANT MOAR!!!

As always Sean, very nice continuation of the story. Can't wait to see what you do next.

On a side note, cool new avi, you must really love the orange box set.

Deff Dread red Edition wrote:On a side note, cool new avi, you must really love the orange box set.

My Gods go as follow Dready -

1: Devin Townsend
2: The Omnissiah
3: Valve :p

Excellent chapter as always from the best 'what would happen if the emperor died' author on all of Dakka!
Although I've noticed a huge difference from your writing style at the start of this epicly fluffy story (or should that be novel lol), where you were mostly writing in a timeline like style to now, where you have expanded greatly on each event. I'm hoping you'll go into as much detail with other races and events!

*falls to his knees* My god, it is so beautiful. This calls for 5 days of celebration! We shall cover ourselves in jam created from the grapes that grow around the Bacon shrine, our most holy of shrines. Then we shall eat pork only of those pigs fed a diet of SPAM with bacon supplements. After this, we will supplicate before the statue of the greater god SPAM, and sacrifice 10,000,000 pigs before the lesser god Pork. There will be many sending of the random and pointless forum messages.

May thy be blessed by our Lord and God, the almighty SPAM!

*falls to his knees* My god, it is so beautiful. This calls for 5 days of celebration! We shall cover ourselves in jam created from the grapes that grow around the Bacon shrine, our most holy of shrines. Then we shall eat pork only of those pigs fed a diet of SPAM with bacon supplements. After this, we will supplicate before the statue of the greater god SPAM, and sacrifice 10,000,000 pigs before the lesser god Pork. There will be many sending of the random and pointless forum messages.

May thy be blessed by our Lord and God, the almighty SPAM!

Can I 'ave that without Spam?

*chants* Spam,spam,spam... continue ad nauseam ect

Dastardly Dave wrote:Excellent chapter as always from the best 'what would happen if the emperor died' author on all of Dakka!
Although I've noticed a huge difference from your writing style at the start of this epicly fluffy story (or should that be novel lol), where you were mostly writing in a timeline like style to now, where you have expanded greatly on each event. I'm hoping you'll go into as much detail with other races and events!

Thx man ^^

I actually really enjoy writing in the timeline fashion, as it allows me to get alot of ideas out quickly and concisely. However, I felt such a massive event as the Second Seige should be fleshed out, with all it's twists, turns and characters really developed.

Admittedly, it does mean that I'll flesh out more of the story now. I was slightly lacking in confidence before, but the kind words of you good folk have spurned me on. I am very keen to get the stories of the Space Wolves descending on Ultramar and the negotiations between the Tau and Eldar going, so here's hoping I can keep up the standard you all expect ^^

I agree, I think the timeline fashion gave it a more realistic edge, but big events deserve some love and a big juicy story. I am greatly looking forward to those next bits now!

As always good work Seanron.

How do you manage, with each installment, to get even better at astounding me?

Are you, by any chance, a professional writer who enjoys making peoples jaws fall off in astonishment?