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2014/05/09 06:12:08
Subject: Join my Chaos Warband, The Shadows of Spite! Second Battle Storyline has been posted
Hey everyone, in light of a casual campaign a few friends and I started, I decided to create a story line for it (which I'll be posting here). I had been trying to decide which of my armies to play as Chaos Space Marines or Necrons. Ultimately, I chose Chaos Space Marines (leaning towards Crimson Slaughter dex) because with Necrons, I just steam roll everyone else involved without even trying (I WANT A CHALLENGE WORTHY OF ME!!!!!!) which would probably bring the campaign to a grinding halt as everyone despair quits. So in the name of fun for everyone, I'm playing Chaos.
Anyway, with the idea of writing a storyline in mind as the campaign progresses, I've decided to give names to the models who are and will be involved. Not wanting to name them all myself, I leave it to you my fellow dakkadakkans to choose name them one by one!
Without further ado:
Application is as follows:
Desired Model:
Name desired:
Background: (A sentence or two will do but the more in depth you want to go... well, go for it!)
Equipment Choice: (optional, and my ruling on wargear trumps yours because I'm your not-so-benevolent Chaos Lord)
Squad Name: (chosen by respective champion)
God Alignment: (chosen by squad champion)
HQ:
Chaos Lord: Nefas Jainkoaren the Obdurate - King Pariah
Spoiler:
Equipment: Blade of the Relentless, Daemonheart, The Slaughterer's Horns, Sigil of Corruption, Mark of Tzeentch, Disc of Tzeentch, and Plasma Pistol
Background: If Nefas is truly who he claims to be, then he was a former Blackshield Kill Marine of the Deathwatch. The Inquisition is skeptical of this as the Kill Marine known as Nefas Jainkoaren is believed to have died in the raging inferno of Exterminatus which he requested to cleanse the planet [CENSORED] of what had been suspected Xenos taint but was revealed to be that of the Chaos God known as Tzeentch. That Nefas JainKoaren alongside Inquisitor [CENSORED] and her retinue were remembered as champions of the Imperium who uncovered heresy that had consumed the whole planet and stopped the summoning of the Greater Daemon known as [CENSORED]. The survival of Nefas has been deemed impossible and that the Chaos Lord Nefas Jainkoaren is a heretic tainting the true Nefas's name. However, there are few among the Inquisition who suspect it really may be Nefas as the armor of his left arm is that of Deathwatch marines and it has been noted that he regularly quotes ancient literature of Terra much like Nefas had done as a Space Marine. Further investigation is required.
Warpsmith: Kiskall Erremond - Bearkorps
Spoiler:
Background:
Adeptus Mechanicus Report
Subject: Kiskall Erremond
Status: Wanted for Heresy, Missing in Action
Let it be known that the case of Kiskall was not a normal one, cases of techmarines falling for the heresy of believing that the machine spirit
can be subdued to the whims of men and turning to the unholy methods of chaos to try to achieve these futile dreams. However none of
these ordinary circumstances can be attributed to Kiskall. When his case was brought to our attention, we not only became suspicious of heresy due to his reported tinkering with the holy constructs of the adeptus mechanicus but the fact that Kiskall is not a techmarine. Before the radical change we witnessed during our investigation of the matter, Kiskall had been a loyal space marine in his emperor's service in command of a land raider. These facts got the attention of the ruling priesthood and a small group of magos alongside with a small group of tech thralls, and myself, an enginseer.
During our conversation with him before the attempted arrest, he claimed that he could hear the machine spirit of the land raider speak to him, and all his tinkering was commanded by the spirit to make the raider more efficient and effective in battle. We asked him how the holy constructs of the imperium, which are at the peak of technology, could possibly be made better, least by the hands of one in the Adeptus Mechanicus; he responded by shrugging and saying he didn't know, he was not the machine spirit, and based on the ceremony in which the Mechanicus treats the spirit, who is he to question it.
At this point we asked to see the raider with the intention of confiscating and destroying the blasphemous work. He complied and lead the way to the raider. However, once we approached it, and the magos began to tinker with the raider to gather evidence of heresy, Kiskall let out a scream of rage and pain. He feel upon the thralls first and tore them to pieces. Grabbing one of their flamers, he faced us and unleashed a torrent of flame upon the magos and the raider. Upon touching the raider, the flames transformed the machine, and in front of our eyes was none other than a daemon engine. The strangest thing, however, was that as the chapter master and his entourage came to the scene to discern what was going on, Kiskall neither tried to order the daemon engine, nor did he flee as i felt i should. He hugged its massive head and tried to reassure it that no one was going to hurt it, and that he and the rest of the universe would become like the engine to protect it.
Despite our efforts, the pair escaped and disappeared.
~Testament ends ~
Last Reported sighting of Kiskall and his fiend was within the last cycle. It would appear that Kiskall has taken refuge with the forces of chaos. It is indicated by the testament and reports that he heretically views the machine spirit as a companion, and has changed his body to become closer with it. Reports say that now he has mechatendril as well as a respirator to support waht little flesh remains of him inside the metal carapace of his space marine armour. Further reports of the last moments of techmarines indicate that Kiskall has also been losing his mental capacities, believing that through fire, his victims will be able to embrace the machine. It is implied that he has begun to hear the voices of those he has killed, and believes that it is the victim's machine spirits talking to him.
He still is always seen with the daemon engine and rushes to protect it dearly, he has claimed when asked by soon to be victims, that his favourite activity is taking nice long strolls with his engine to find new friends, then adds that his victim and him will be friends real soon once the purging fire is applied very generously.
Evaluation: Pending final evaluation (First Impressions: Kiskall is a high level threat. Although not seemingly physically threatening, his strange detachment from anything real and his staunch loyalty to his engine and this idea of making friends makes him difficult to cope with and tactically deal with.)
Daemon Prince (planning to be a count as Be'lakor): Numitor Dracurius, the Ascended - thenoobbomb
Spoiler:
Background: Numitor Dracurius was once a Techmarine, with loyalties to both the Adeptus Mechanicus and his Chapter. He soon found the limits bound by the Tech-priests of Mars to be senseless, and indulged himself into forbidden experiments and research. This continued so for years, but Numitor grew tired of his fellow Battle-Brothers, too, but for his closest 'friends' and servants. It was on [REDACTED], a Forge World in the Segmentum Tempestus, that he fell upon his brothers, making use of the confusion to flee the scene. With the help of the local Chaos cults - the reason they had come to the planet at first - he managed to disappear, and later reappeared, taking over a ship of the Imperial Navy. He set off, and embarked upon a quest to seek the favour of the Dark Gods of Chaos...
Hundreds of years later, the renegades emerged from the Eye of Terror, and Numitor Dracurius had been forever changed into something way darker: a Daemon Prince, servant to all of the Dreaded Chaos Gods. He had committed many atrocities and had gained their favor. It was not long before he ran across a fledgling warband, the Shadows of Spite. For reasons unknown but to him and his closest servants, he joined them, but for how long is not known...
Equipment Choice: Whatever the Chaos Lord deems fit to give me Squad Name: N/A
God Alignment: Preferably unaligned, though if you want to do anything else, go ahead.
Troops:
CSM Squad 1: The Black Watch (Khorne) Aspiring Champion: Karrack, the Thrice-Betrayer - Sgt_Smudge
Spoiler:
Background: The **redacted** Chapter of Space Marines were nearly a perfect Chapter, a flawless battle record, excellent traing and personal initiative in every Battle-Brother, and close ties to nearly every major Imperial power. However, this was not enough for First Captain Tyros. He wanted unlimited power, and the choice to do as he and his men pleased on a whim. As a result, after centuries of planning Chapter Master Graius' death, the Terminator Captain found one Space Marine he found who could perform the heretical deed: Battle-Brother Karrack. Karrack, as a neophyte, was a recorded psychopath, but after the Chapter's Apothecaries submitted him to psycho-indoctrination, they deemed him fit for service. Nonetheless, this one flaw in their scans spelt their doom. His psychopathic tenancies once more stoked into life, Karrack proceeded to goad the Chapter Master into a duel, and in front of the whole Chapter, blew his brains out with a smuggled bolt pistol.
As the Chapter quickly devolved into the Warband known as the **redacted**, Karrack's homicidal nature also grew, and days later, shot the new Chaos Lord Tyros in the back of the head.
Fleeing his vengeful brothers and adrift in the void, Karrack's lifeless shuttle came to rest directly infront of a Tyranid Hive Fleet's path. This was when, against all odds, the traitorous Astartes was salvaged from another source: the Ordo Xenos Deathwatch. Upon his arrival in chains into the great Watch Fortress, Karrack begged for a chance to once more kill in the name of the Emperor, and die in his service. None knew quite what him and Watch Commander Geor of the Black Templars talked about or what they said, but months later, Karrack was clad in the rainment of the Deathwatch.
To his despair, Karrack was deployed solo to the most hazardous of warfronts, tasked with killing Sector Governors suspected of xeno-heresy, or dropped alone onto a Tyranid Hive Ship, tasked with infiltrating it and destroying it on the inside before it could assimilate a world days away. Karrack's mind devolved into pointlessness and despair, until in a moment of doubt, depression and rage, stormed into his Watch Commander's chamber, coated in the ichor of his latest deployment, and executed Commander Geor. Leaving the Watch Fortress still clad in bloody Deathwatch armour and clutching a combi-plasma, bolt pistol and Geor's own power sword, Karrack commandeered a Thunderhawk and set sail for the Eye of Terror. And so his fate begins.
Equipment Choice: "Betrayal" Bolt Pistol, Karrack's heirloom weapon since his days as a neophyte. This bolt pistol has only been fired once in combat, in a stealth operation that alerted all nearby sentries and nearly cost the young Scout his life. Since then, Karrack has sworn to only use the traitorous sidearm to exact his betraying vengeance to his former commanders. The tainted machine spirit has, to date, claimed the life of Chapter Master Graius, Karrack's former Chapter Master, Lord Tyros, the warlord of Karrack's renegade warband, and Watch Commander Geor, of Karrack's Deathwatch Watch Fortress.
"Icefire" Combi-plasma, Karrack's weapon gifted to him upon joining the Deathwatch. Since his exile, he has cut out the imperial plasma gun attachment, and forcibly coerced a plasma-spitting warp beast in to replace it.
"Eternal Night" Formerly Watch Commander Geor's power sword, Karrack won it after prizing the blade from Geor's cold, dead, fingers. The soul of Geor still lives in the blade however, and Karrack's own Deathwatch oath is constantly whispered to him by Geor's voice whenever the cursed power sword is held in Karrack's fist.
CSM: Egustatious - Ailaros
Spoiler:
Egustatious, like most CSM is a fearsome warrior, and desires one day to be promoted to aspiring champion. Until then, with bolt pistol and chainsword or with cursed bolter, he will purge the filth of the false emperor.
His chainsword is no ordinary chainsword, but is, in fact a demon weapon. Unfortunately for him, only two of the spinning teeth are possessed, so this gives him no appreciable benefit to his killing power.
Its possession, however, has cursed the blade forever to his ownership so long as he lives. He will not, no, can not ever give it up, for any reason.
The story of the blade begins when Egustatious brought down the mighty space marine captain Wallack, after the former laid low his squad's aspiring champion. Indignant at his death by the hands of a mook, the space marine's spirit cursed Egustatious, his vengeful spirit haunting the very tooth on the chainsaw sword which severed the artery in his neck.
The spirit of Wallack now curses him whenever he is carrying the sword, which is always, eternally interfering with the chaos marine's plans, and whispering calls to repentance, and extremely dubious tactical advice (he's still the soul of a space marine captain, after all) which is even occasionally helpful.
Unfortunately for Egustatious, the story doesn't end there, for Wallack himself, was also cursed. While he lived, he was plagued by the spirit of the great chaos Lord Angathrax, which he slew in single combat. The spirit of Angathrax possesses another tooth of his blade, howling in rage that his one total mastery of the universe has declined all the way to a mere second-rate possession. Much anger and bickering is done both towards his arch-nemesis Wallack, but also against Egustatious, a man so plainly unworthy of a blade possessed by none other than the mighty Angathrax himself.
And so Egustatious, a humble chaos space marine, is cursed with the endless bickering and shouting of rivals, an awkward third wheel in the worst couples fight in the history of time, all while trying to do his thankless job of purging those who stayed loyal to the corpse god.
CSM:
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CSM Squad 2: Novus Gizozen (Undivided) Aspiring Champion: Kaylis the Mongrel - Chaos Emperor
Spoiler:
Kaylis Started life as a lowly cultist, one of many doomed to die under the guns of some arbites or as a conscript guardsman. that all changed when an astartes, calling himself 'the primogenitor' wearing a cloak of flayed skin arrived to the cult...
what fabius saw in the psychotic, weakling kayliss no one knows, but the agony that occurred for him would be eclipsed by what he would come out as..
Now one of the 'New Men' the fact that he had no skin and insane he may be, but that was nothing as to the power he now possessed.
carving out a bloody reputation, as both a savage warrior and a cackling cannibal, he wandered alone, no masters and no brothers until Nefras saved his life. at that moment kayliss swore an oath to him, and soon joined his warband.
Undivided
Equipment:
Chain Axe- 'Cruor Deus'
Power Sword- 'Liberty's End'- a power gladius torn from the hands of a Chapter Champion of the Ultramarines, said to be a relative of Calagar himself, its former owner was skinned by kayliss, decorating his armour, and formed a mask form his face, to spite the so called 'master of war'
CSM:
CSM:
CSM:
CSM:
Elites:
Chosen Squad: Chosen Champion w/ Power Maul (Draznicht Count as):
Chosen w/ Plasma and PW: Aedalus Tross - Shas'o_Longshot
Spoiler:
Pale-skinned and tight-lipped, Tross makes no idle talk amongst his fellows about the changing whims of his master. His lot is to serve. Whenever he kills a member of the Raven Guard he carves one more diagonal scar across his face.
Chosen w/ Plasma and PW:
Chosen w/ Plasma and PW:
Chosen w/ Plasma and PW:
Chosen w/ Plasma:
During the many years in battle, Hyaenae grew more and more melancholic as the years passed. He rode on his bike across the warp and sought find meaning in continuing the will of the chaos gods. As he and his warband fought from warband to warband, Hyaenae fell into a depression. During one raid, a strange daemon appeared and offered a bargain. Hyaenae would continue to fight the chaos gods with renewed fanaticism. In return, the daemon would relieve Hyaenae's depression. Hyaenae accepted.
The daemon bound itself to Hyaenae's bike, warping the biker's flesh and the bike's metal. Bones and steel fused as plumes of fire danced around the engine. Hyaenae's flesh became badly burnt to the point it was bone white, contrasting his eyelids, black due to a lack of sleep. When the transformation was complete. Hyaenae could no longer be described as man. He and his bike had become one, his body at the front of the bike. The daemon from within his bike began laughing. Moments later, a hundred voices of madly laughing smaller daemons joined the chorus. The cacophony was overwhelming and Hyaenae reacted with horror.
As the laughter continued, his horror became mere shock.
As it got louder, Hyaenae wasn't afraid anymore.
About 30 seconds after the transformation, he began to laugh...
When Hyaenae rides his new form into battle, one can tell he's there from the millions of voices of laughter. What was then a melancholic biker who doubted himself and his goal is now a fanatic, determined to "spread the joy of laughter."
Background: Mellik's name was lost in the annals of history. He connot remember life before being a havoc some say he is a fallen Ultramarine others a member of the fallen some say even say he was originally part of the Iron Warriors. What is known is his love for his autocannon and wargear, more than the gods. Whatever you choose to believe he is a cold killer able to pick off a rhino a 500 meters. You may ask your self how he is thriced damned...thats his secrect and you may find out one day.
Forgefiend w/Dual Hades Autocannons and Ectoplasma Cannon: Ghorgon - Trondheim
Spoiler:
background : Forged and brougth to life in the infernal forges on some unknown forge world held by the arch enemy, this towering behemoth of a war engine was sold at a great cost to its current master, but one should not let its metalic apperance fool you, hidden within its great body lurkes a daemonic beast. Its endless hunger for carnage and bloodshed never ending. No matter how many foes may fall to its roaring weapons and unholy lust for war.
Predator w/ at least TL lascannon:
Commander:
Gunner:
Driver:
NOTE: More positions may open up over course of campaign so don't be too disheartened if you don't get the position you want. New positions are bound to pop up only to be claimed before you get a chance to peek - Sincerely, Your not-so-benevolent Chaos Lord
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Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
This is Inquisitor Gabriel Malicyn of the Ordo Malleus. By the time you receive this transmission I will be dead. I was sent to investigate what had been a fledgling mining colony that had gone silent as we were the closest entities representing the authority of the Imperium. As of now, I am the only one left aside from a few servitors. They are buying me time to deliver this message as our crafts are destroyed or damaged beyond repair. Upon landing we found what seemed to be an abandoned world. Further investigations revealed everyone missing. I saw nothing to discern the taint of chaos. I feel now that I should have examined closer. I [sound of bolter fire erupts followed by hums of energy which suddenly cut out along with the bolter fire] …I see, they know where I am roughly. I will be brief then.
Further investigation into the mine revealed that the mining crew had discovered a vehicle of immense size, possibly a Titan. Delving deeper into the mine, Ie discovered that what seemed to be a massive cavern but was in fact a massive chamber of ancient and occult origins. Unrecognizable symbols lined the massive walls. But still no signs of life arose, neither of the miners, their assigned defense force, nor their assailants. We delved deeper to discover a smaller chamber with a pedestal in the center upon which was a levitating glowing crystal. One of [more bolter fire erupts and once again is quickly silenced] … They must have just entered my ship, well, what remains. [moment of silence followed by Inquisitor Malicyn clearing his throat] a fool of my retinue decided to grab the crystal after not detecting any energy reading. It immediately vaporized him, our tools recorded an energy surge burst forth from the crystal akin to a nova and all hell burst forth. Then the noise burst forth. Shattering walls revealing the presence of Chaos space marines carrying weapons that released salvo upon salvo of destructive blasts of sound. Fending off these cruel and corrupted bastards, I organized a hasty retreat back to the surface. Oh what horror had been let loose. The sky shown bright from chaotic green lancing energy erupting forth from the planet, cutting down my frigate from the void of space. At that point I [combined sound of las and bolter weaponry erupts forth, Malicyn emits a smalls chuckle]… Ahhh, this ship still has spirit left in her, the Emperor does yet still protect. [din of weaponry continues though slowly diminishing. Malicyn continues] At that point I knew there was no escape, that our only hope was to get a message out and perhaps hide from the menace upon this barren planet. We made our way through the mining town back to our landing crafts and made good progress up until that child, that daemon in child’s skin showed up in the middle of our path, stumbling as if in shock. Tiij – one of my men – has always had a soft spot for children, he believed that they were the Imperium’s future and were as dear to it as our faith in the emperor. Tiij ran up and scooped up the child in his arms trying to soothe it, reassuring that he’d protect it. And that’s when that devil child… [Malicyn pauses, there is only silence, the guns have gone silent] … damn… [the sound of crackling air emits, assumed to be Malicyn’s power sword being activated] They’ll be here any mo [interrupted by harsh screeching sound, Malicyn emits another chuckle] ah, the bastards found me. [Screeching sound reaches a peak, assumed that door has given way, sound of las weaponry – identified: standard issue laspistol] Don’t trust anything here! Nothing is what it seems! Don’t trust the dead! The Emperor Pro.. [static ensues]
Transmission ends
Point of Emission: Veridian System
Date of Transmission: M40.336.04.11
Voice recognition database confirms Inquisitor Gabriel Malicyn of Ordo Malleus
…..
Channel type: Unsecure.
First Battle (We're not involved, though we make ourselves known in the end)
Spoiler:
The silence was overwhelming.
No insects buzzing, no birds singing, and definitely no people. Arkio took a step out of the stormraven, veteran sergeant Icarus close behind. The sound of their boots upon the dry ground only provided a momentary respite from the silence. Even for a space marine, this kind of silence upon a planet was unnerving and tense. As if an ambush had been set.
“M’Lord Arkio.” Icarus’s voice came over his vox.
“Speak your mind brother Icarus,” replied Arkio. Icarus nodded his head before continuing.
“What are we looking for?” Arkio looked back at Icarus before letting out a sigh.
“An artifact of some kind, Titan or something of the kind as well as whatever wiped out the colony here and Inquisitor’s Malicyn’s retinue.”
“I’m aware of that m’lord,” stated Icarus, “but what precisely wiped out the life on this planet? What scum are we looking for?” Arkio’s steel gaze hardened and his mouth tightened into a grimace.
“I don’t know brother Icarus, I don’t know,” Arkio raised his steely gaze towards the sky pinpointing a black dot that would otherwise be inscrutable to the eyes of mere mortal men, “but hopefully someone up there will find out.”
Meanwhile…
“Yo, minion, pass me the dead baby blend.” The Daemon Prince commanded some nameless chaos space marine.
“Yes m’lord!” The marine quickly passed the Prince of Slaanesh a fresh brew of ground infants. Taking it, the Daemon Prince quickly downed it all, slumping into a pleasant high of sorts. The marine sighed. That had been the last of the dead baby blend. “Stupid Mr. Cuddles…” Quickly, the Daemon Prince snapped to, pinning the marine to the ground.
“WHAT DID YOU DARE UTTER?!?!!?!” The Daemon Prince roared, “You dare call me STUPID!?!?!!” The marine quaked, rapidly evacuating his bowels in fear.
“No M’lord! I dare not!” The Daemon Prince leaned in closer, his eyes brimming with the fury of the Warp.
“Say my name, peon.”
“W…What?”
“I said, SAY. MY. NAME.” The Daemon Prince began closing his fist around the torso of the marine.
“LordMisterCuddlesTheMagnificentLethalPonyofSlaanesh!!!” The marine screamed out in fear, not so much of his own life, but what the centaur form gifted Mr. Cuddles would do to him. Mr. Cuddles peered at the marine, holding his gaze for a good minute before tossing aside the marine and returning to his throne. He needed a smoke, or a mare, something to help him relax. Then with a resounding bang, the marine who Mr. Cuddles had been menacing exploded. Snapping back to, Mr. Cuddles quickly surveyed his surroundins before spotting a stormraven in the distance, closing in fast. A cruel grin spread across his face.
“Men,” he roared, “to battle!”
………………………………………………………………………………………….
“Chaos,” muttered Icarus in disgust.
“That of the Emperor’s Children it appears,” said Arkio with disdain thick in his voice, “to think that they’d be responsible for all this. The death of an entire colony and an Inquisitor.”
“What do we do?”
“Kill them of course.”
“I understand that M’lord, but how? Orbital Strike? Bomb them?” Arkio looked over at Sergeant Icarus.
“In glorious combat, What else?”
Upon spotting one another, the two armies charged upon one another; Mr. Cuddles leading the Emperor’s Children warband whilst Arkio led the assault by the Blood Angel contingent. Releasing feral roars of hatred, Arkio and Mr. Cuddles made for one another to engage in single combat whilst the rest of their respective armies clashed in a fearsome cacophony of grinding metal, gunfire, and sonic dubstep. The devastators of the Blood Angels released a fearsome salvo of krak missiles and las-fire upon the foul minions of Slaanesh, crippling a squad of marines led by the self named Aspiring Champion, “Skullfether.” However, the malicious children of Slaanesh - the noise marines - released their own deafening blasts from their blastmasters, decimating a squad of assault marines being led by Sergeant Icarus. Unrelenting, both sides closed in on one another. No forgiveness for the heretics. No mercy for the corpse worshippers.
As the titans clashed, the battle seemed to be in no one’s favor. Arkio and Mr. Cuddles danced around one another, Arkio darting in with the Spear of Telesco while Mr. Cuddles swung about his mighty mace with neither inflicting fatal wounds upon each other. Icarus and his men however, had been able to assault Skullfether’s squad of traitor marines, and the battle seemed to be going well there as Icarus had been able to knock out Skullfether with his powerfist whilst his brothers engaged in their own deadly duels with the heretics. However, the tide began to turn in the Blood Angels favor when their Stormraven entered combat airspace, blasting away a good many of the noise marines and dropping off a squad of Death Company. Seemingly in response, the Emperor’s Children deployed their Terminators, however they were immediately met with the overwhelming firepower of the devastators, whittling their numbers to a small few. One could only assume that the drug induced stupor of the Emperor’s Children was tactically limiting themselves, but still they fought on with intense vigor.
The duel between Arkio and Mr. Cuddles continued in a frightful mastery of weapons and combat. Mr. Cuddles may have held the advantage in experience, strength and speed, however, he underestimated his opponent. Arkio may not have had the thousands of years of experience, but still had experience as well as raw talent which he regularly honed. He was also well armored to weather combat with such a beast as he was combating, and it was due to this armor and the lack of armor upon Mr. Cuddles that Arkio came out triumphant in a flurry of strikes when Mr. Cuddles daemon mace momentarily rebelled, giving Arkio the opening he sought. With a triumphant roar, Arkio drove his spear through the chest of the daemon prince and banished him back to the warp.
Upon seeing their warlord fall, the Emperor’s Children faltered, and ultimately broke, fleeing the Blood Angels. Instead of chasing down the traitors, the Blood Angels focused on securing the mine and regrouping. The slaughter of the remnants of the Emperor’s Children could come later. Securing the Titan for the Imperium and the Adeptus Mechanicus convoy that was coming was their primary task. Oh, how were they too know…
“GRAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” The ear piercing scream came from a human within a summoning circle, crying in agony from the pain caused by the daemon about to burst forth from it’s body. Skullfether watched on in glee while Magnetus, Sorceror of Slaanesh finished his incantation.
“Ah, nothing quite like the sound and sight of a human child being sacrificed to…”
“AAAAHHHHH!!!!! MY SPHINCTER!!!!!!!!” The human child screamed aloud, interrupting Skullfether. Skullfether cocked his head in curiousity and wonder.
“Where ever did a child like that learn a word like sphincter?” Skullfether wondered aloud. His question would remain unanswered as then the child burst in an explosion of gore and in his place stood the Daemon Prince, Mr. Cuddles.
“Once more, I AM,” roared Mr. Cuddles, raising his arms to the heavens before prostrating himself in worship of Slaanesh, “we shall have our vengeance upon those foul corpse worshippers!”
“That’s nice and all M’lord,” stated Magnetus, “but there are other matters that take our immediate priority.” Mr. Cuddles looked at Magnetus in annoyance.
“What possibly could take priority over killing the Blood Angels?”
Magnetus quietly directed Mr. Cuddles attention towards a holographic projection of a Chaos Lord most certainly not of Slaanesh. “M’lord, if I may, Lord Nefas Jainkoaren the Obdurate, Lord of the Shadows of…”
“Spite, I know of them,” muttered Mr. Cuddles, “the young upstarts.”
“Hello there Cuddles,” the hologram of Nefas said, “intercepted a Mechanicus convoy on the edge of the system, found out they were here to scavenge a Titan so I decided that I’d stop by, see what’s going on, and well, looks like you reflect Slaanesh’s more submissive side considering how the Blood Angels took…”
“SILENCE!” Roared Mr. Cuddles, “filth like you are unworthy of uttering the name of Slaanesh, much less disrespect it! Furthermore, I demand respect from a young upstart like you, still wet behind the ears! State your business succinctly before I decide to come up there and rip you to shreds myself!”
Nefas smirked then opened his arms and palms as if in resignation, “Now now Lord Cuddles…”
“MISTER Cuddles,” growled Mr. Cuddles.
“Very well then,” said Nefas, “Mister Cuddles, as brothers in chaos, I’d like to extend my hand as allies to crush the Blood Angels, you can keep the Titan, I have no crew to man such a thing, I merely request the honor of fighting alongside your forces in crushing the loyalists.”
Mister Cuddles stood there, considering what Nefas had offered. After some pause, Mister Cuddles spoke, “I accept, but I request a meeting in person between the two of us to further negotiate our alliance.”
Nefas nodded, “Very well, I shall be down within the hour, I will see you then.” The hologram then vanished. The connection was cut.
“M’Lord Mr. Cuddles,” spoke up Skullfether, “surely you do not intend to ally with such brats as the Shadows?”
Mr. Cuddles huffed in annoyance, “No, I do not, when he makes landfall, we will kill them, kill them all. We do not need the assistance of such arrogant children.”
Skullfether was only one amongst an army who cheered their glee and anticipation for their upcoming battle…
Second Battle
Spoiler:
Nefas surveyed the force that confronted him.
“Never trust chaos,” he muttered under his breathe. Spotting Mr. Cuddles, he yelled out as if greeting an old friend. “Cuddles! Quite the greeting committee you brought for me!” Nefas pointed with a sweeping gesture to the noise marines, “I see you even brought out the marching band for me!”
Mr. Cuddles chuckled, “Ah, this worked out better than I could imagine, Nefas. You all alone against the might of my army. Ready to die, insolent whelp?”
Nefas looked up towards the sky sighing. “Today is a good day to die, isn’t it Crazy Horse?” His helmet hid the smile that had spread across his face.
“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!?!?!!” Mr. Cuddles heaved in rage.
Nefas directed his attention back towards the army that stood before him and slowly turned towards Mr. Cuddles. “Apologies, I guess I was sort of talking to myself. Well then, come and kill me.” Mr. Cuddles sneered and took a step towards Nefas only for the dirt at his feet to explode. “Hahaha, I forgot to mention Cuddles,” Nefas’s glider revved up, “But I am hardly, alone.” Laughing, the Shadows of Spite materialized behind Nefas. Nefas held his arms open, cocking his head to one side, “Shall we begin, you crazy horse?”
With a maddened roar, Mr. Cuddles charged.
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Alongside his chaos bikers, Nefas charged towards the enemy lines whilst his havocs lay down covering fire from their lascannons and missile launchers taking out a few of Mr. Cuddles’s precious noise marines. Kiskall Erremond began marching down the field alongside the more elite chosen few of the Shadows of Spite as well as Ghorgon, the frightening behemoth Forgefiend. After an initial shock of the Shadows of Spite suddenly materializing in front of them, Mr. Cuddles commanded his men to charge into combat, letting a squad of marines led by Skullfether to tie up Nefas before making his own entrance into combat. The noise marines, in retaliation for their loses, targeted Nefas and his bikers releasing salvo upon salvo of lethal sonic blasts wiping out the squad and gravely injuring Nefas, or so they thought. Their cheering was silenced as they witnessed Nefas’s flesh re-knit itself as if no injury had been sustained and his armor pieced itself back together. Witnessing this, Mr. Cuddles growled in disgust and charged towards Nefas.
Attempting to crush the left flank of the Shadows of Spite, Mr. Cuddles had his terminators teleport in front of Kiskall Erremond, Ghorgon and the Shadow’s Chosen releasing a torrent of bolter and autocannon shots upon the units, glancing Ghorgon. They soon learned their error as Ghorgon roared in rage and proceeded to unleash his own payload, first from his Hades Autocannons which the terminators laughed off, but the plasma that burst forth from his maw silenced their laughter as three of their numbers were wiped out in the ensuing blast and the remaining two picked off by one of the Shadow’s Chosen, Aedalus Tross. Kiskall, ever caring for the machines, quickly repaired Ghorgon. The center of the battlefield would soon reflect a different story.
Nefas, enraged at his bikers being taken out, dove into combat against Skullfether’s men, issuing a challenge to the Aspiring Champion himself. Skullfether, anticipating the glory that could be his readily accepted only to be viciously cut down by Nefas. However, before Nefas could proceed unto slaughtering Skullfether’s men, Mr. Cuddles himself entered the combat, challenging Nefas to a duel. Eager to put the daemon in it’s place, Nefas accepted.
The daemon prince attacked with it’s unholy vigor, landing many blows upon Nefas. A grin spread across Mr. Cuddles face when he saw that he had caused a flesh wound with his mace. However, Nefas was undaunted and struck back with his blade, landing a wound of his own as his flesh once again began reforming and his armor repaired itself to the dismay of Mr. Cuddles. Meanwhile, upon witnessing the destruction wrought by Ghorgon, the noise marines turned their blastmasters upon it and fired, this time causing a penetrating hit that stunned Ghorgon. Kiskall quickly ran to the aid of the machine and set about trying to fix it before any more damage came upon the forgefiend.
Mr. Cuddles and Nefas duel increased in ferocity as both lay blow upon blow on one another, neither giving way, it had become a test of endurance as well as skill. Mr. Cuddles was a monster of a being, capable of taking many wounds before falling while Nefas seemed to have some blessing of Chaos which allowed him to heal from wounds. Kaylis the Mongrel, fearing his lord may be overwhelmed by the number of men Nefas was surrounded by, charged into combat leading his squad to crush the men of Skullfether’s retinue. Kaylis himself lay low many of the Slaaneshi marines, but after that dust settled, he could only watch as his master combated the fearsome Daemon.
The duel seemed to be endless. Nefas had difficulty landing hits and wounding the monster before him while Mr. Cuddles was only further enraged as the wounds he lay upon Nefas which should have been lethal merely healed up right before his eyes. Finally, Nefas saw an opening and in a flurry of blows knocked Mr. Cuddles to the ground. Holding his blade at Mr. Cuddles throat, the battle around them ceased. The Shadows of Spite had established their dominance and worthiness.
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Nefas thought the daemon, though its eyes brimmed with rage and fury, looked rather pathetic. Removing his helm, Nefas let a smile spread across his face before taunting Mr. Cuddles.
“Look upon your destroyer and know peace,” Nefas said with disdain in his voice. Mr Cuddles looked up at him, his rage growing.
“Do it,” Mr. Cuddles seethed as he bared his throat to Nefas’s blade before recoiling away just a bit. Something wasn’t right with the sword. Though it seemed to be a normal power sword during their fight, there was something more to it now, like an endless hunger, a hunger that would consume him whole…
Staring at Mr. Cuddles, Nefas let the growing silence sink in. “No,” Nefas said, “I have no intention of killing you. Unlike you daemon, I intend to keep my word and assist you in claiming the Titan.” Nefas held back a laugh as he saw the surprise register on Mr. Cuddles face. “Your dignity or your life, daemon?”
Mr. Cuddles, realizing just how far back into the corner he was backed up, sighed and relented. “I accept your offer for assistance, brother.” Nefas smacked Mr. Cuddles with the flat of his sword.
“We are not brother, it is lord to the likes of you, Cuddles,” Nefas sneered.
Cuddles bore quiet rage and hatred in his eyes. One day he’d put this whelp back into it’s place and sacrifice his army to Slaanesh. He swore it upon his soul. But until then…
“I welcome your assistance, Lord Nefas Jainkoaren the Obdurate.”
Nefas cocked his head to one side before shrugging and turning away whilst donning his helmet once more. “Good,” Nefas replied, “Now let us go get that titan, shall we?”
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Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
Hmmm... Haven't settled for a name yet still caught between a few and more than willing to take suggestions if anyone has any.
The few names that I came up with that caught my attention are:
Requiem Jackals
Lords of Holocaust
Unquenched Rancor
and
Shadows of Spite
Though my opponents' unanimous suggestion of The Buttfethers has a certain amount of charm to it, lol.
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
Egustatious, like most CSM is a fearsome warrior, and desires one day to be promoted to aspiring champion. Until then, with bolt pistol and chainsword or with cursed bolter, he will purge the filth of the false emperor.
His chainsword is no ordinary chainsword, but is, in fact a demon weapon. Unfortunately for him, only two of the spinning teeth are possessed, so this gives him no appreciable benefit to his killing power.
Its possession, however, has cursed the blade forever to his ownership so long as he lives. He will not, no, can not ever give it up, for any reason.
The story of the blade begins when Egustatious brought down the mighty space marine captain Wallack, after the former laid low his squad's aspiring champion. Indignant at his death by the hands of a mook, the space marine's spirit cursed Egustatious, his vengeful spirit haunting the very tooth on the chainsaw sword which severed the artery in his neck.
The spirit of Wallack now curses him whenever he is carrying the sword, which is always, eternally interfering with the chaos marine's plans, and whispering calls to repentance, and extremely dubious tactical advice (he's still the soul of a space marine captain, after all) which is even occasionally helpful.
Unfortunately for Egustatious, the story doesn't end there, for Wallack himself, was also cursed. While he lived, he was plagued by the spirit of the great chaos Lord Angathrax, which he slew in single combat. The spirit of Angathrax possesses another tooth of his blade, howling in rage that his one total mastery of the universe has declined all the way to a mere second-rate possession. Much anger and bickering is done both towards his arch-nemesis Wallack, but also against Egustatious, a man so plainly unworthy of a blade possessed by none other than the mighty Angathrax himself.
And so Egustatious, a humble chaos space marine, is cursed with the endless bickering and shouting of rivals, an awkward third wheel in the worst couples fight in the history of time, all while trying to do his thankless job of purging those who stayed loyal to the corpse god.
Desired Model: Chosen w/ plasma rifle
Name desired: Aedalus Tross
Background: Pale-skinned and tight-lipped, Tross makes no idle talk amongst his fellows about the changing whims of his master. His lot is to serve. Whenever he kills a member of the Raven Guard he carves one more diagonal scar across his face.
This is such a cool idea
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Tau, Dark Eldar and Inquisition 40K player, occasional Lizardman Fantasy player, proud Lord of the Rings player and Rebel X-Wing player
> 4000 pts 1500 pts 1500 pts 1500pts
Ascalam wrote:Only the Eldar could party hard enough to rip a hole in the material universe, and then stage an after-party in the webway like nothing happened
What kind of Warband will we be? Mono-god (if so, which?), and on what are we focused/where do we specialise in?
Leaning towards an Undivided warband on this one. Generally we're a shooting focused warband with a few (preferably fast moving) melee heavy hitters (like you and I)
Ailaros wrote:Model - CSM Name - Egustatious
Schtick-
Egustatious, like most CSM is a fearsome warrior, and desires one day to be promoted to aspiring champion. Until then, with bolt pistol and chainsword or with cursed bolter, he will purge the filth of the false emperor.
His chainsword is no ordinary chainsword, but is, in fact a demon weapon. Unfortunately for him, only two of the spinning teeth are possessed, so this gives him no appreciable benefit to his killing power.
Its possession, however, has cursed the blade forever to his ownership so long as he lives. He will not, no, can not ever give it up, for any reason.
The story of the blade begins when Egustatious brought down the mighty space marine captain Wallack, after the former laid low his squad's aspiring champion. Indignant at his death by the hands of a mook, the space marine's spirit cursed Egustatious, his vengeful spirit haunting the very tooth on the chainsaw sword which severed the artery in his neck.
The spirit of Wallack now curses him whenever he is carrying the sword, which is always, eternally interfering with the chaos marine's plans, and whispering calls to repentance, and extremely dubious tactical advice (he's still the soul of a space marine captain, after all) which is even occasionally helpful.
Unfortunately for Egustatious, the story doesn't end there, for Wallack himself, was also cursed. While he lived, he was plagued by the spirit of the great chaos Lord Angathrax, which he slew in single combat. The spirit of Angathrax possesses another tooth of his blade, howling in rage that his one total mastery of the universe has declined all the way to a mere second-rate possession. Much anger and bickering is done both towards his arch-nemesis Wallack, but also against Egustatious, a man so plainly unworthy of a blade possessed by none other than the mighty Angathrax himself.
And so Egustatious, a humble chaos space marine, is cursed with the endless bickering and shouting of rivals, an awkward third wheel in the worst couples fight in the history of time, all while trying to do his thankless job of purging those who stayed loyal to the corpse god.
Love it, Welcome to the warband!
Shas'o_Longshot wrote:Desired Model: Chosen w/ plasma rifle
Name desired: Aedalus Tross
Background: Pale-skinned and tight-lipped, Tross makes no idle talk amongst his fellows about the changing whims of his master. His lot is to serve. Whenever he kills a member of the Raven Guard he carves one more diagonal scar across his face.
This is such a cool idea
Thank you and welcome!
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
The **redacted** Chapter of Space Marines were nearly a perfect Chapter, a flawless battle record, excellent traing and personal initiative in every Battle-Brother, and close ties to nearly every major Imperial power. However, this was not enough for First Captain Tyros. He wanted unlimited power, and the choice to do as he and his men pleased on a whim. As a result, after centuries of planning Chapter Master Graius' death, the Terminator Captain found one Space Marine he found who could perform the heretical deed: Battle-Brother Karrack. Karrack, as a neophyte, was a recorded psychopath, but after the Chapter's Apothecaries submitted him to psycho-indoctrination, they deemed him fit for service. Nonetheless, this one flaw in their scans spelt their doom. His psychopathic tenancies once more stoked into life, Karrack proceeded to goad the Chapter Master into a duel, and in front of the whole Chapter, blew his brains out with a smuggled bolt pistol.
As the Chapter quickly devolved into the Warband known as the **redacted**, Karrack's homicidal nature also grew, and days later, shot the new Chaos Lord Tyros in the back of the head.
Fleeing his vengeful brothers and adrift in the void, Karrack's lifeless shuttle came to rest directly infront of a Tyranid Hive Fleet's path. This was when, against all odds, the traitorous Astartes was salvaged from another source: the Ordo Xenos Deathwatch. Upon his arrival in chains into the great Watch Fortress, Karrack begged for a chance to once more kill in the name of the Emperor, and die in his service. None knew quite what him and Watch Commander Geor of the Black Templars talked about or what they said, but months later, Karrack was clad in the rainment of the Deathwatch.
To his despair, Karrack was deployed solo to the most hazardous of warfronts, tasked with killing Sector Governors suspected of xeno-heresy, or dropped alone onto a Tyranid Hive Ship, tasked with infiltrating it and destroying it on the inside before it could assimilate a world days away. Karrack's mind devolved into pointlessness and despair, until in a moment of doubt, depression and rage, stormed into his Watch Commander's chamber, coated in the ichor of his latest deployment, and executed Commander Geor. Leaving the Watch Fortress still clad in bloody Deathwatch armour and clutching a combi-plasma, bolt pistol and Geor's own power sword, Karrack commandeered a Thunderhawk and set sail for the Eye of Terror. And so his fate begins.
Equipment Choice: "Betrayal" Bolt Pistol, Karrack's heirloom weapon since his days as a neophyte. This bolt pistol has only been fired once in combat, in a stealth operation that alerted all nearby sentries and nearly cost the young Scout his life. Since then, Karrack has sworn to only use the traitorous sidearm to exact his betraying vengeance to his former commanders. The tainted machine spirit has, to date, claimed the life of Chapter Master Graius, Karrack's former Chapter Master, Lord Tyros, the warlord of Karrack's renegade warband, and Watch Commander Geor, of Karrack's Deathwatch Watch Fortress.
"Icefire" Combi-plasma, Karrack's weapon gifted to him upon joining the Deathwatch. Since his exile, he has cut out the imperial plasma gun attachment, and forcibly coerced a plasma-spitting warp beast in to replace it.
"Eternal Night" Formerly Watch Commander Geor's power sword, Karrack won it after prizing the blade from Geor's cold, dead, fingers. The soul of Geor still lives in the blade however, and Karrack's own Deathwatch oath is constantly whispered to him by Geor's voice whenever the cursed power sword is held in Karrack's fist.
Squad Name:The Black Watch God Alignment: None specific, leans towards Khorne's honour element.
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The **redacted** Chapter of Space Marines were nearly a perfect Chapter, a flawless battle record, excellent traing and personal initiative in every Battle-Brother, and close ties to nearly every major Imperial power. However, this was not enough for First Captain Tyros. He wanted unlimited power, and the choice to do as he and his men pleased on a whim. As a result, after centuries of planning Chapter Master Graius' death, the Terminator Captain found one Space Marine he found who could perform the heretical deed: Battle-Brother Karrack. Karrack, as a neophyte, was a recorded psychopath, but after the Chapter's Apothecaries submitted him to psycho-indoctrination, they deemed him fit for service. Nonetheless, this one flaw in their scans spelt their doom. His psychopathic tenancies once more stoked into life, Karrack proceeded to goad the Chapter Master into a duel, and in front of the whole Chapter, blew his brains out with a smuggled bolt pistol.
As the Chapter quickly devolved into the Warband known as the **redacted**, Karrack's homicidal nature also grew, and days later, shot the new Chaos Lord Tyros in the back of the head.
Fleeing his vengeful brothers and adrift in the void, Karrack's lifeless shuttle came to rest directly infront of a Tyranid Hive Fleet's path. This was when, against all odds, the traitorous Astartes was salvaged from another source: the Ordo Xenos Deathwatch. Upon his arrival in chains into the great Watch Fortress, Karrack begged for a chance to once more kill in the name of the Emperor, and die in his service. None knew quite what him and Watch Commander Geor of the Black Templars talked about or what they said, but months later, Karrack was clad in the rainment of the Deathwatch.
To his despair, Karrack was deployed solo to the most hazardous of warfronts, tasked with killing Sector Governors suspected of xeno-heresy, or dropped alone onto a Tyranid Hive Ship, tasked with infiltrating it and destroying it on the inside before it could assimilate a world days away. Karrack's mind devolved into pointlessness and despair, until in a moment of doubt, depression and rage, stormed into his Watch Commander's chamber, coated in the ichor of his latest deployment, and executed Commander Geor. Leaving the Watch Fortress still clad in bloody Deathwatch armour and clutching a combi-plasma, bolt pistol and Geor's own power sword, Karrack commandeered a Thunderhawk and set sail for the Eye of Terror. And so his fate begins.
Equipment Choice: "Betrayal" Bolt Pistol, Karrack's heirloom weapon since his days as a neophyte. This bolt pistol has only been fired once in combat, in a stealth operation that alerted all nearby sentries and nearly cost the young Scout his life. Since then, Karrack has sworn to only use the traitorous sidearm to exact his betraying vengeance to his former commanders. The tainted machine spirit has, to date, claimed the life of Chapter Master Graius, Karrack's former Chapter Master, Lord Tyros, the warlord of Karrack's renegade warband, and Watch Commander Geor, of Karrack's Deathwatch Watch Fortress.
"Icefire" Combi-plasma, Karrack's weapon gifted to him upon joining the Deathwatch. Since his exile, he has cut out the imperial plasma gun attachment, and forcibly coerced a plasma-spitting warp beast in to replace it.
"Eternal Night" Formerly Watch Commander Geor's power sword, Karrack won it after prizing the blade from Geor's cold, dead, fingers. The soul of Geor still lives in the blade however, and Karrack's own Deathwatch oath is constantly whispered to him by Geor's voice whenever the cursed power sword is held in Karrack's fist.
Squad Name:The Black Watch God Alignment: None specific, leans towards Khorne's honour element.
Loving it. Welcome to the fold Karrack
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
Can i please take chaos aspiring champion squad 2?
if so...
Kaylis the Mongrel
Kaylis Started life as a lowly cultist, one of many doomed to die under the guns of some arbites or as a conscript guardsman. that all changed when an astartes, calling himself 'the primogenitor' wearing a cloak of flayed skin arrived to the cult...
what fabius saw in the psychotic, weakling kayliss no one knows, but the agony that occurred for him would be eclipsed by what he would come out as..
Now one of the 'New Men' the fact that he had no skin and insane he may be, but that was nothing as to the power he now possessed.
carving out a bloody reputation, as both a savage warrior and a cackling cannibal, he wandered alone, no masters and no brothers until Nefras saved his life. at that moment kayliss swore an oath to him, and soon joined his warband.
Undivided
Equipment:
Chain Axe- 'Cruor Deus'
Power Sword- 'Liberty's End'- a power gladius torn from the hands of a Chapter Champion of the Ultramarines, said to be a relative of Calagar himself, its former owner was skinned by kayliss, decorating his armour, and formed a mask form his face, to spite the so called 'master of war'
my chaos marine blog-http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/30/462647.page
Eating Michael Douglas to know what its like to get some action from Catherine Zeta Jones probably wouldn't work
Chaos Emperor wrote: Can i please take chaos aspiring champion squad 2?
if so...
Kaylis the Mongrel
Kaylis Started life as a lowly cultist, one of many doomed to die under the guns of some arbites or as a conscript guardsman. that all changed when an astartes, calling himself 'the primogenitor' wearing a cloak of flayed skin arrived to the cult...
what fabius saw in the psychotic, weakling kayliss no one knows, but the agony that occurred for him would be eclipsed by what he would come out as..
Now one of the 'New Men' the fact that he had no skin and insane he may be, but that was nothing as to the power he now possessed.
carving out a bloody reputation, as both a savage warrior and a cackling cannibal, he wandered alone, no masters and no brothers until Nefras saved his life. at that moment kayliss swore an oath to him, and soon joined his warband.
Undivided
Equipment:
Chain Axe- 'Cruor Deus'
Power Sword- 'Liberty's End'- a power gladius torn from the hands of a Chapter Champion of the Ultramarines, said to be a relative of Calagar himself, its former owner was skinned by kayliss, decorating his armour, and formed a mask form his face, to spite the so called 'master of war'
Welcome to the fold Kaylis
...and I'm totally naming your squad the Novus Gizozen (New [Latin] Men [Basque])
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Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
2014/05/11 03:08:10
Subject: Re:Join my CSM Army! Voting on Warband Name
Bearkorps wrote: Model Desired: Warpsmith
Name Desired: Kiskall Erremon
Background coming soon!
Please reserve
No Problem.
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
background : Forged and brougth to life in the infernal forges on some unknown forge world held by the arch enemy, this towering behemoth of a war engine was sold at a great cost to its current master, but one should not let its metalic apperance fool you, hidden within its great body lurkes a daemonic beast. Its endless hunger for carnage and bloodshed never ending. No matter how many foes may fall to its roaring weapons and unholy lust for war.
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background : comming as soon as I can think up something
please reserve
No Problem! Welcome!
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
First set of battles are supposed to happen today so campaign fluff should be updated within the next couple of days. Destruction shall be wrought!
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
2014/05/15 03:16:01
Subject: Join my Chaos Warband, The Shadows of Spite!
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
2014/05/16 16:25:48
Subject: Join my Chaos Warband, The Shadows of Spite!
Tau, Dark Eldar and Inquisition 40K player, occasional Lizardman Fantasy player, proud Lord of the Rings player and Rebel X-Wing player
> 4000 pts 1500 pts 1500 pts 1500pts
Ascalam wrote:Only the Eldar could party hard enough to rip a hole in the material universe, and then stage an after-party in the webway like nothing happened
2014/05/16 17:36:34
Subject: Re:Join my Chaos Warband, The Shadows of Spite!
Desired Model: Daemon Prince
Name desired: Numitor Dracurius, the Ascended
Background: Numitor Dracurius was once a Techmarine, with loyalties to both the Adeptus Mechanicus and his Chapter. He soon found the limits bound by the Tech-priests of Mars to be senseless, and indulged himself into forbidden experiments and research. This continued so for years, but Numitor grew tired of his fellow Battle-Brothers, too, but for his closest 'friends' and servants. It was on [REDACTED], a Forge World in the Segmentum Tempestus, that he fell upon his brothers, making use of the confusion to flee the scene. With the help of the local Chaos cults - the reason they had come to the planet at first - he managed to disappear, and later reappeared, taking over a ship of the Imperial Navy. He set off, and embarked upon a quest to seek the favour of the Dark Gods of Chaos...
Hundreds of years later, the renegades emerged from the Eye of Terror, and Numitor Dracurius had been forever changed into something way darker: a Daemon Prince, servant to all of the Dreaded Chaos Gods. He had committed many atrocities and had gained their favor. It was not long before he ran across a fledgling warband, the Shadows of Spite. For reasons unknown but to him and his closest servants, he joined them, but for how long is not known...
Equipment Choice: Whatever the Chaos Lord deems fit to give me Squad Name: N/A
God Alignment: Preferably unaligned, though if you want to do anything else, go ahead.
Shas'o_Longshot wrote:Did any model stand out in the battle?
Yeah, models that really came through throughout those three battles were:
Nefas Jainkoaren the Obdurate
Kaylis the Mongrel
Aedalus Tross
and Ghorgon
I wasn't able to play with all the models just yet, but there are some Apoc sized battles planned to come into play.
thenoobbomb wrote:Desired Model: Daemon Prince
Name desired: Numitor Dracurius, the Ascended
Background: Numitor Dracurius was once a Techmarine, with loyalties to both the Adeptus Mechanicus and his Chapter. He soon found the limits bound by the Tech-priests of Mars to be senseless, and indulged himself into forbidden experiments and research. This continued so for years, but Numitor grew tired of his fellow Battle-Brothers, too, but for his closest 'friends' and servants. It was on [REDACTED], a Forge World in the Segmentum Tempestus, that he fell upon his brothers, making use of the confusion to flee the scene. With the help of the local Chaos cults - the reason they had come to the planet at first - he managed to disappear, and later reappeared, taking over a ship of the Imperial Navy. He set off, and embarked upon a quest to seek the favour of the Dark Gods of Chaos...
Hundreds of years later, the renegades emerged from the Eye of Terror, and Numitor Dracurius had been forever changed into something way darker: a Daemon Prince, servant to all of the Dreaded Chaos Gods. He had committed many atrocities and had gained their favor. It was not long before he ran across a fledgling warband, the Shadows of Spite. For reasons unknown but to him and his closest servants, he joined them, but for how long is not known...
Equipment Choice: Whatever the Chaos Lord deems fit to give me Squad Name: N/A
God Alignment: Preferably unaligned, though if you want to do anything else, go ahead.
I like it
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
2014/05/16 20:11:14
Subject: Join my Chaos Warband, The Shadows of Spite!
He sure won't try to use the Warband to further his own goals!
Oh Puh-lease. We're Chaos! We love using others as stepping stones and (un)appropriate sacrifices. lol
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Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
2014/05/17 01:36:32
Subject: Join my Chaos Warband, The Shadows of Spite!
Background: Mellik's name was lost in the annals of history. He connot remember life before being a havoc some say he is a fallen Ultramarine others a member of the fallen some say even say he was originally part of the Iron Warriors. What is known is his love for his autocannon and wargear, more than the gods. Whatever you choose to believe he is a cold killer able to pick off a rhino a 500 meters. You may ask your self how he is thriced damned...thats his secrect and you may find out one day.
Background: Mellik's name was lost in the annals of history. He connot remember life before being a havoc some say he is a fallen Ultramarine others a member of the fallen some say even say he was originally part of the Iron Warriors. What is known is his love for his autocannon and wargear, more than the gods. Whatever you choose to believe he is a cold killer able to pick off a rhino a 500 meters. You may ask your self how he is thriced damned...thats his secrect and you may find out one day.
Gods? There are no gods. Merely existences, obstacles to overcome.
"And what if I told you the Wolves tried to bring a Legion to heel once before? What if that Legion sent Russ and his dogs running, too ashamed to write down their defeat in Imperial archives?" - ADB
2014/05/17 05:58:44
Subject: Re:Join my Chaos Warband, The Shadows of Spite!
Apologies for getting to this so late, but i still need to do background for my character.
Background:
Adeptus Mechanicus Report
Subject: Kiskall Erremond
Status: Wanted for Heresy, Missing in Action
Let it be known that the case of Kiskall was not a normal one, cases of techmarines falling for the heresy of believing that the machine spirit
can be subdued to the whims of men and turning to the unholy methods of chaos to try to achieve these futile dreams. However none of
these ordinary circumstances can be attributed to Kiskall. When his case was brought to our attention, we not only became suspicious of heresy due to his reported tinkering with the holy constructs of the adeptus mechanicus but the fact that Kiskall is not a techmarine. Before the radical change we witnessed during our investigation of the matter, Kiskall had been a loyal space marine in his emperor's service in command of a land raider. These facts got the attention of the ruling priesthood and a small group of magos alongside with a small group of tech thralls, and myself, an enginseer.
During our conversation with him before the attempted arrest, he claimed that he could hear the machine spirit of the land raider speak to him, and all his tinkering was commanded by the spirit to make the raider more efficient and effective in battle. We asked him how the holy constructs of the imperium, which are at the peak of technology, could possibly be made better, least by the hands of one in the Adeptus Mechanicus; he responded by shrugging and saying he didn't know, he was not the machine spirit, and based on the ceremony in which the Mechanicus treats the spirit, who is he to question it.
At this point we asked to see the raider with the intention of confiscating and destroying the blasphemous work. He complied and lead the way to the raider. However, once we approached it, and the magos began to tinker with the raider to gather evidence of heresy, Kiskall let out a scream of rage and pain. He feel upon the thralls first and tore them to pieces. Grabbing one of their flamers, he faced us and unleashed a torrent of flame upon the magos and the raider. Upon touching the raider, the flames transformed the machine, and in front of our eyes was none other than a daemon engine. The strangest thing, however, was that as the chapter master and his entourage came to the scene to discern what was going on, Kiskall neither tried to order the daemon engine, nor did he flee as i felt i should. He hugged its massive head and tried to reassure it that no one was going to hurt it, and that he and the rest of the universe would become like the engine to protect it.
Despite our efforts, the pair escaped and disappeared.
Testament ends ~
Last Reported sighting of Kiskall and his fiend was within the last cycle. It would appear that Kiskall has taken refuge with the forces of chaos. It is indicated by the testament and reports that he heretically views the machine spirit as a companion, and has changed his body to become closer with it. Reports say that now he has mechatendril as well as a respirator to support waht little flesh remains of him inside the metal carapace of his space marine armour. Further reports of the last moments of techmarines indicate that Kiskall has also been losing his mental capacities, believing that through fire, his victims will be able to embrace the machine. It is implied that he has begun to hear the voices of those he has killed, and believes that it is the victim's machine spirits talking to him.
He still is always seen with the daemon engine and rushes to protect it dearly, he has claimed when asked by soon to be victims, that his favourite activity is taking nice long strolls with his engine to find new friends, then adds that his victim and him will be friends real soon once the purging fire is applied very generously.
Evaluation: Pending final evaluation (First Impressions: Kiskall is a high level threat. Although not seemingly physically threatening, his strange detachment from anything real and his staunch loyalty to his engine and this idea of making friends makes him difficult to cope with and tactically deal with.)
2014/05/17 13:06:19
Subject: Join my Chaos Warband, The Shadows of Spite!
(I WANT A CHALLENGE WORTHY OF ME!!!!!!) which would probably bring the campaign to a grinding halt as everyone despair quits. So in the name of fun for everyone, I'm playing Chaos.
- Sincerely, Your not-so-benevolent Chaos Lord
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