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Hey dabedman, that piece of luggage is above awesome! Absolutely love it! Can't wair for sir Marbo himelf!

The other grey knights look great, as always. I'd love to play against them!

I'll do some advertisement for your blog, so more people come and take part in the give away!

Some really cool marines, my personal favourites being tophat and the librarian he just looks bad ass

Nice! Luggage marbro. You have fantastic blending sir!
Also congrats on 1000 points, Its too bad Im in the states.
Everything is looking good, even the shrubs on gregs base!

Dabedman wrote:
Stay awhile and listen...
The other day I was sitting at the painting table in my FLGS , painting away at countless purity seals and everything in colors I dont own (cheap bugger that I am). Suddenly, a friend of mine appears beside me! Flabbergasted, I handed over my minis to the staff for safekeeping while he and I went out for a fabulous lunch at a nearby Burger King.
I asked him: "What business bringst thou hereabout?" A valid question, in the circumstance.

He looked at me with a perplexed face, swallowed his current mouthful and declared with a voice like an angels' choir: "Why, my old friend, 'twas thine status written in the Book of Faces, I deciphered thine words and made haste to take use of thine offer of a free lunch."
And then all was clear, it came back to me; I had made a facebook status about the fact that I would spend the day in the city. I even offered to pay for lunch because I have a job whilst many of my friends dont...

Back at the store, we sat down and spoke of many things, I painting while he observed. A man of musical talent and great creativity, Big Dick, as he was affectionately called by his friends, knew to appreciate sleight of hand and sense of aesthetics and was in good humor among the warhammering crowd even as he did not paint himself.
It was then that a indigenous Redshirt descended upon him, their vision based on movement and interest, or rather lack-there-of, and offered him a free introduction to warhammer painting, including even the possibility of keeping the model he painted.
Ever one to accept a challenge, Big Dick chose from the very limited selection of AoBR-marines and set out to show his colorful worth. He decided he would give his stout marine a space wolf paintjob as he had been quite taken with the idea of vikings IN SPACEEEEEEE!

Our story ends as he completes this work of art in fifteen minutes and hands it to me to do some highlights because as he puts it: "Screw this, I have to use that small brush? that! Lets see what you can do with him then, Picasso."
And that is how my acolyte squad ended up with it's eleventh member. !All dialogues are paraphrased and may not have occured!

This story made my day Looking forward to read more from your adventures at your FLGS.

Great looking minis. Keep it coming.

Dabedman wrote:
Stay awhile and listen...
The other day I was sitting at the painting table in my FLGS , painting away at countless purity seals and everything in colors I dont own (cheap bugger that I am). Suddenly, a friend of mine appears beside me! Flabbergasted, I handed over my minis to the staff for safekeeping while he and I went out for a fabulous lunch at a nearby Burger King.
I asked him: "What business bringst thou hereabout?" A valid question, in the circumstance.

He looked at me with a perplexed face, swallowed his current mouthful and declared with a voice like an angels' choir: "Why, my old friend, 'twas thine status written in the Book of Faces, I deciphered thine words and made haste to take use of thine offer of a free lunch."
And then all was clear, it came back to me; I had made a facebook status about the fact that I would spend the day in the city. I even offered to pay for lunch because I have a job whilst many of my friends dont...

Back at the store, we sat down and spoke of many things, I painting while he observed. A man of musical talent and great creativity, Big Dick, as he was affectionately called by his friends, knew to appreciate sleight of hand and sense of aesthetics and was in good humor among the warhammering crowd even as he did not paint himself.
It was then that a indigenous Redshirt descended upon him, their vision based on movement and interest, or rather lack-there-of, and offered him a free introduction to warhammer painting, including even the possibility of keeping the model he painted.
Ever one to accept a challenge, Big Dick chose from the very limited selection of AoBR-marines and set out to show his colorful worth. He decided he would give his stout marine a space wolf paintjob as he had been quite taken with the idea of vikings IN SPACEEEEEEE!

Our story ends as he completes this work of art in fifteen minutes and hands it to me to do some highlights because as he puts it: "Screw this, I have to use that small brush? that! Lets see what you can do with him then, Picasso."
And that is how my acolyte squad ended up with it's eleventh member. !All dialogues are paraphrased and may not have occured!
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, this made me ROFL! I remember having read that some time ago, but I wasnt aware it was yours! its ecellent, the style is awsome. MORE PLEASE!

This is a very very very cool project blog. loving the assasin in a box and how your using the necron parts, very nice, subscribed

A great wip blog and lovely work on those knights! the reflective light is a lofty goal,well acheived, exalted!

I am going to start to write some fluff, comic book style.

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Chapter 5

What were they doing here? It seemed as though the very city itself resisted their presence, not just the citizens but also the ground and even the air felt wrong.
They had made camp a few leagues outside the city's borders, these had been the Inquisitor Lord's orders and it wasn't as though Acolyte Tiberius could have any objections even if he wanted. He had heard stories. Not officially of course, but some of the lads that had been in the retinue longer would sometimes tell anecdotes, and not the funny ones like the ones about his former employer's amazing tactical genius and the ironically entertaining ways he had used it. No, these were stories that had to be spoken in hushed voices in the hours of darkness in fear that you may get less than comfortable insight into the more unpleasant details, should anyone hear you.

His new boss was a maniac, that was for certain. But there are many kinds of maniac, he told himself reassuringly, and some of them are better to have behind you rather than in front of you and by all accounts, Inquisitor Lord Fyodor Karamazov was one of these people. Or so he told himself, atleast.

*Smack!*
Warrior Acolyte Tiberius came to his senses just in time to cover his face before he hit the ground.
"What in the eye of terror did you do that for?!" he protested as he got himself to his knees. He got up and turned around just in time for another armoured fist to connect with his helmet, this time he managed to stay upright.
"The first one was for daydreaming, the other one for cursing. Be glad, I could do you in for heresy for that `eye of terror´ remark." a metallic voice said above him.
Tiberius' eyes instinctively homed in on the source of the voice but all he could see was a massive silver tower right next to him, obscuring the sunlight. When his eyes had adjusted, he could just about make out a vaguely helmet-shaped outcrop on the hulking figure.
Oh, one of them, he thought as he quickly backed away, head bowed in frightened reverence.
"Round up your comrades, we are moving out." said the Grey Knight. He was wearing ornate terminator armour, almost white in the heavy sunlight.
"Y..yes, yes of course my lord."
Tiberius scrambled away on unsteady feet.

Inquisitor Lord Fyodor Karamazov opened his eyes as a servitor entered the tent. He always slept sitting, in his armour and his ancient power sword in his lap. History had proven this necessary. Anyway, a new day, and lots of things that had to be done. With extreme prejudice. Oh, and fire, of course.
And don't forget the sharp objects.
This had all the workings of a wonderful day in the service of the Imperium.
"FIRE UP THE THRONE! WE HAVE WORK TO DO, THE ENEMIES OF THE EMPEROR SHALL RUE THIS DAY!"

To be continued...
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Let me know what you think, and if you have any suggestions as to the plot, feel free to contribute.

A real update with more story and of course pictures will be up later this week.


I want to thank all of you who left comments. It was such a delight when I realized that I haven't even posted on page 3 yet.
There were a couple of comments about my short little story on page 1, so I am definitely going to write more. That is something that I can do at work when things are particularly slow. There will also be a few funny pictures that I draw sometimes, coming up here in the future.

Thank you all again, without you guys this blog would just be me awkwardly talking to myself.
Til next time.
DaBedman

Really quite like that fluff. nice Acolyte perspective of thing

I like how you get the impression of the Grey knights being arrogant donkey-caves And you have a nice writing style!

Dabedman wrote:
[b]NEW GIVE-AWAY (explained above)
Until the 1st of February 2012, ANYONE (except MrMerlin since he won before, sorry man, I hope you understand) can enter by expressing interest in the blog and the event.
Those who do this will enter into a random draw where ONE winner will be chosen. The outcome of the draw is done through random.org but ultimately I have the final say. This means that someone can sway the rolls by appeasing me, lets see what you can come up with.
The Prize
A model of your choice (must be able to fit on a 40mm base, so no really big things) converted and painted by me in a style of your choice, with my personal spin on it.
I will not contact the winner and am going to be expecting to be PM:ed within one week of the draw, or yet another draw will be issued.

Excellent work and conversions here dude! I love the fluff and congrats on your 1000pt force! Can't wait to see more!

....Personally I love the added fiction.

FIRE UP THE THRONE!

Haha. I have this bizarre mental image of it needing a good few revs before it starts walking off. Do keep this up!

Figured I would write some more fluff as I haven't been able to paint much on account of work and not being able to keep my paint station established at home. SO CLOSE at being done with Sir Marbo. A bit of a change with the model though, the top hat didn't work out (his IG head is so freaking tiny!) so I gave him a bowler hat instead. Looks great and makes me more comfortable for reasons as of yet undisclosed on this blog (you'll see when I unveil him).

I started working on making Justicar Thawn. Now I don't care about him being a waste of points as such, he is frakkin immortal!
Reasons for me to have Thawn:
- I get to justify an even more awesome terminator model with all the goodies from all the boxes I have.
- A character is always more engaging to paint.
- I get to make a cool death marker (lots of fun to be had there, I'm thinking various death puns and references on interchangeable gravestones/ signs)
- Actually cool fluff, though not a lot; it is an awesome base on which to build your own hero. ( As it should be, IMO)
- I get to have an even more elite army, the like of which have never been seen! This will certainly challenge the claim that the GK codex is so overpowered that you could just choose everything you want and still have a competitive army. WELL, I don't think many people have seen an army consisting of Karamazov, a vindicare, Thawn, a Librarian (or an Ordo Xenos Inq. with conversion beamer), some TEQ, some MEQ and guardsmen in power armor. All footslogging (because I abhor vehicles, an army that is not like LOTR is not an army at all!).
- Have someone to inconsequentially orbital bombard to avoid scatter.

Reasons to NOT have Thawn:
- Not a point efficient unit, bad for score maximizing builds... LIKE I CARE!

FLUFF

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Chapter 6

"Blinding" was not in any way sufficient to describe the pain, it was like every bone in his body was trying to turn into molten lava inside of him. Apparently, he observed skeptically, with some success. The wound on his shoulder had only gotten worse these last few days since the battle. He would agree, though, that it had been a good one. Casualties had been had but fortunately most of them had been on the other side. A very good battle in fact, Tiberius had a medal to prove it and now he was lying on a stretcher among the corpses of his more mortally challenged colleagues. That was not where they used to keep the wounded in his old employment, but much was different with these inquisitorial people and he was new, so he was not going to complain.

"So where'd they get you? My shoulder hurts like an ork with a sledgehammer."
He turned his head to the stretcher on his left, hoping to get a bit of clarity in what was a slightly fuzzy memory only to be met by the blank stare of someone who is, well, less than alive. He turned his head to his right, a ball of worry forming in his stomach.
"What. In. The. Emperors. Name." This was bad.

The sun rose over the battlefield and the victims of the battle. The Throne of Judgement trudged onward on heavy metal feet, spewing thick smoke from its exhausts and torches. White marble glinted in the sunlight, outlining the dark gold armour of an old man with a white beard and a large sword resting in his lap. Beside him, in utter silence, a scribe was diligently working away on a crackling scroll. On the other side of the old man was a large multi-melta directed by a mindless drone, more machine than human, devoid of free will, its' humanity long since gone in the service of the inquisition.
Slowly, but with an air of complete finality; like the advance of a glacier, the Throne closed in on the city, trampling the corpses of heretic and loyal alike, its driver indifferent to those who could no longer serve.

The men on the barricades could only watch in stunned horror as this visage of unnerving calm got ever closer for every second. Behind it now, silver shapes began fanning out on either side.
They hadn't asked for this, the rebellion was supposed to bring peace to the planet, and the inquisition was not even real. The Leader had assured them that it was simply a horror story from the days of the Heresy, when the universe was in chaos, literally.
This was a doomed cause ever since the envoy to the outworlders had come back in more pieces than when they left.

The battle of the plains had been a disaster, too. The silver reapers were way to well armed and nothing seemed to penetrate their shining armor. There had been others as well, bigger than normal men and clad in thick metal, but these were subject to fear and cowardice just like the rebels themselves and when the Leader had the Gate opened, they had died just like the humans they apparently were.
But that is were it all had went wrong, when the gate opened.
That was three days ago.
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NOTE: The thing I want to achieve with the fluff is that of a continuous story, which is why it started on what I called chapter 5. This also gives me the freedom to jump in time when I want, just to make things sound cool and make what I write a part of something bigger that you guys have to imagine for yourselves.
I only want to flesh out the characters in my army, not write a "historic" document.
If there is any suggestions about the fluff, please comment.

(And I lied actually, the real update never came... but it will in the beginning of the new week.)

til later.
Dabedman

BIG UPDATE, BIG NEWS!

Marbo is COMPLETE
I will REVEAL MY FACE

No more talk, PICTURE TIME!

Marbo was given a bowler hat by reasons later in the post, I think it was a more personal touch.

Here are the first EVER pictures of the COMPLETE couple.





Some of the Luggage itself, me being a huge Pratchett fan, there is no other name I could give it.











MY NAME IS DABEDMAN, AND I APPROVE THIS POST!






And lastly, a few pics of my Thawn WIP.


GIVE-AWAY
The Give-Away is still in effect until February first.
It works this way: Start following the blog and leave a comment about your interest in having a mini made and painted by me, for no money at all! The only cost is that you start following this thread and contributing from time to time, as well as spreading the word.

Lots of pics, scarce on text. Well, we gotta have some of those, right?
'Til Later
DaBedman

(Oh, and MrMerlin, throw me a PM with your info so as I can post this bad boy!)

hey there

the model looks absoutely awesome! So much character, and the bowler looks really cool!

And the nicest part is: he's MINE

Thanks a lot, Dabedman!

As a Pratchett big fan and 40k lover I have to subscribe to this thread.

APPROVED

That fluff is awesome! I was really getting into while reading it and was disapointed when there was no more! Great stuff!

HONAW wrote:That fluff is awesome! I was really getting into while reading it and was disapointed when there was no more! Great stuff!

Oh, there is going to be more, maybe in bigger chunks but that wont be often if it happens. Glad to see that I can hook someone with this kind of story format, the best thing is when people get both interested and yet disappointed that there isn't more of it. Hehe

Great work!

That Marbo is AWESOME!

He doesn't look too sneaky like other Marbo conversions I have seen, but I still like him.
Actually, come to think of it a moustache is the perfect disguise, no one expects the moustache guy!

Exhibit A


Great work man, keep it up!

Mr Merlins figure is great stuff! love how the bowler goes with the coat and cane.
If Im sorry its over then it was good fluff.

PICTURELESS UPDATE AND GIVE-AWAY WINNER!

It is February, and we all know what that means, now do we?

Give-away entrants, second wave:
A1rebirth
Capitansolstice
TaWaaagh
bigfish
zariart
Hmelrose
DarkStarSabre
SelvaggioSaky
HONAW
Flying Pooo

10 entrants, numbers 1-10 in descending order.

Any objections? No? Ok, then let's draw! I always use random.org for this, but you are going to have to trust me since I'm not going to bother with a video or screenshot.
And the winner is!



CONGRATULATIONS!
Who would have known it would be you? Please contact me within the week with a PM to claim your prize -insert winners name here- and some thoughts on a model you would like me to build for you, and I'll start planning.




Oh, and another thing, I'm not going to be able to do anything more warhammer related until atleast next week.
This means that I'll have to delay sending the package to MrMerlin for a week from today. Sorry about that, but Wh40k stuff is actually quite far down on my priority list (it's a hobby after all) and there are some things that just has to take precedence.
But the thing about this hobby is the wait, isn't it? And it's not like I'm keeping anyone in the dark, am I?
Just reassuring myself... I feel really guilty when I have to push deadlines, but it is out of my control, I am afraid. The least I can do is then to at the least keep you guys updated.


FLUFF time!

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Being on missions alone was the best thing Anval knew, no other people to worry about, no one to keep alive but himself. Which was important, since he wasn't very good even at that. But it helped when that was the only problem because he was not sure how dying was for others, most of them seemed to like being dead so much that they apparently chose to stay that way.
That confused him, whenever he died he would just not be able to get any rest at all for all the guilt that gnawed in the back of his mind. He felt like being dead made him neglect his responsibilities.

"The Emperor sacrificed himself for our faults, but he never let that stop him from His duty, now did He, Anval?" His mother would often say when he was a youngling. "Are you going to let something minor stop YOU from YOUR duty, Anval, my son?" The harsh training and indoctrination of the Grey Knights had all but deleted all of his memories from before Titan, but for some reason this had persisted.
"No, mother."
"Good, now pick the broom back up and stop whining, it's just a bruise." It seemed like an eternity had came and went since then, things had been easy back then. Life was simple, now it could be ever so complicated.

Very complicted, even, at times. Such as now. There were questions that needed to be answered all the time, and many of them didn't even make sense. Another thing about questions, Anval reflected, is that more often than not, they have no answers. And no one tells you!
But right now they had tentacles. Emperor-damned Chaos!
That is another thing he couldn't remember from his childhood. Had there been quite as many tentacles and pointy teeth back then? Probably not.

Although, he was certain that there had also been fewer purity seals, and he did love those purity seals. I'm glad I was there when they invented them, he thought as he nonchalantly dodged a barbed spear thrown at him, trailing poison from the tip, and ducked behind a chest-high wall just as a hail of sizzling bolter slugs passed through the air that his head had occupied not a second earlier.
Aw man, cursed bolts? These traitors did not beat around the proverbial bush, that much was for sure. He chucked a handful of assorted grenades over the wall and waited for the tortured screams before he broke cover and charged across the plaza toward his demonic prey, a writhing mass of agonized flesh and metal. So, a few bloodletters and a few traitor marines, nothing special.

There was no chance to parry when the halberd descended like the wrath of gods. A brief shriek and the deamon disappeared into a cloud of dust. Anval swung again, this time a deamonblade provided a flicker of resistance before another explosion of dust and then the deafening sound of silence as the onlooking traitors held their breath and hesitated for just a fraction of a moment before their chaos-induced insanity got the better of them.
Chainswords and knives drawn, they threw themselves at the lone terminator, intelligence not a factor in a mind ravaged by madness.
They clashed with great ferocity but the by-now-not-so-silver-anymore-but-actually-really-Grey Knight stood his ground, force halberd a blur at this point.
Any passers-by would have serious problems telling who was on which side in the melee that ensued, crazed battle-cries and laughter saturated the plaza as the five superhuman brawlers fought tooth-and-nail for domination, weapons and wounds no longer a concern for any involved, just the thrill of battle and steely conviction were of any matter.
Or, at least, so would someone with a way of words describe it had they witnessed the fight, preferably from a very long way away.

In reality though, it was fairly one-sided. Actually, it wasn't fair in any way, shape or form. It was a slaughter, and the traitors got the bad end of the bargain.

"I find your lack of face disturbing" Was the last thing Word Bearer traitor marine Farros Gaile heard in this life before the storm bolter three inches away from his helmet blazed and the darkness conquered.
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Want more of the whacky adventures of Justicar Anval Thawn? Let me know!

Just trying to bump this up because of the give-away, since I gave the winner a week to contact me and it would be more fair if he actually could SEE that he won before his week passed.

Dabedman wrote:Just trying to bump this up because of the give-away, since I gave the winner a week to contact me and it would be more fair if he actually could SEE that he won before his week passed.
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Want more of the whacky adventures of Justicar Anval Thawn? Let me know!

Doh! I was so close to the awesome! Love the fluff, yes I'd like to see/read more. Thanks!

Hmelrose wrote:

Dabedman wrote:Just trying to bump this up because of the give-away, since I gave the winner a week to contact me and it would be more fair if he actually could SEE that he won before his week passed.
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Want more of the whacky adventures of Justicar Anval Thawn? Let me know!

Doh! I was so close to the awesome! Love the fluff, yes I'd like to see/read more. Thanks!

hahahaha Me too

Capitansolstice wrote:

Hmelrose wrote:

Dabedman wrote:Just trying to bump this up because of the give-away, since I gave the winner a week to contact me and it would be more fair if he actually could SEE that he won before his week passed.
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Want more of the whacky adventures of Justicar Anval Thawn? Let me know!

Doh! I was so close to the awesome! Love the fluff, yes I'd like to see/read more. Thanks!

hahahaha Me too

I was a contender.. I coulda been somebody...

lol

Dabedman wrote:"I find your lack of face disturbing"

LOL I defiantly want to hear more f the whacky adventures of Justicar Anval Thawn. That's is some good fluff.

Brilliant story of Thawn, I want to hear more!

It actually makes me want to make my own Thawn, just because, you know...

Your fluff is great, im waiting for the next chapter!


Wow i think this is the first thing i have ever won haha
I pmed you a idea i have had rolling around my head, let me know what you think.

Thanks

Hello again, everyone. Bit of a fluff update again, no pictures this time either unfortunately, but nothing very exciting has been happening with the army lately. I've been planning out my 4 paladins and started to workshop the new give-away model.
This time it is going to be a special weirdboy, I a Hannibal Lecter-esque fashion. Lots of chains, possibly restrained, maybe a strait jacket. We will see how it turns out when I get to building.

@Hmelrose and captainsolstice: Don't fret, there may still be more chances in the future. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*

@Flying Pooo and Knightley: Glad to hear you like it. I feel like he could be quite a cool character based on what is in the codex; very mysterious and with lots of room for anything, yet the things that are said about him: Impossibly old, unable to die, birthmark aquila on the forehead and some crazy psychic potential, these are all mentioned in the codex and then forgotten, and all of this was present before he was reqruited and treated to the Emperor's genes.

And still he is just a footnote in the codex, seriously? And just an upgrade character? With 1 wound?
I want to expand on him as I see fit and give him the attention he deserves. Because true immortality is something fairly unique in wh40k and a cool concept to write about.

I guess I'll have some pictures ready by the end of this week atleast, and those will be of my progress on the Thawn model, a mini or two that I am going to use to teach a friend how to paint, and possibly something on the Hannibal Lectork.


FLUFF

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"And so the mighty Lord Draigo, using nothing but his mind and a plastic spork, banished the fell bloodthirster whilst he himself actually was in the warp!" This met with a cheer. "And then, like, he stood above the corpse of the deamon and reforged it's axe into a superpowerful sword, fighting fire with fire; deamons with a deamonblade!" The speaker flailed about with his laden fork to illustrate.
"And they say that even stuck in the warp, the ruinous powers don't dare touch him and one day he'll return to rule and close the Eye of Terror with mind bullets!"
By now the speaker had climbed atop a table and was striking heroic poses with his fork as his sword and a blanket as a cape. The tavern cheered as one man. Various alcoholic beverages sloshed around in the air as the patrons started dancing and and singing, swinging their large mugs to keep pace. Only one man in the entire bar seemed unaffected by the jollymaking, but no one gave him as much as a glance.
That is, until he left his seat and stood upright.
Only then did he get noticed, as many had in their drunken haze not even realized that the massive hooded shape in the dark corner was something other than a pile of robes. And who could blame them? It is not as though humans often are twelve feet tall.
He coughed politely. Silence ruled as everyone in the room wondered where the thunder had came from.
"Where did you hear that story?" The hooded figure demanded. On the table, the caped hero with the fork sword became suddenly self-aware and instantaneous sobriety hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Aaaaah. Well, ugh, you see, I-" He began, feeling extremely lonesome.
"That is fine, come over here. You look like you've seen an Ork in a suit, I'll help you get home." The massive man extended a metaphorical hand.
"T-t-thanks."

Thawn hated to have to silence knowledge, but what can you do. Orders were orders; anyone who knew of Chaos was to be alive no more.
And no doubt this planet was infested, just the other day there'd been actual deamons and traitor marines, and the boss was having a war on the capital hive even now. What had happened was, apparently, that some sort of preacher of Chaos had come here. Or a psychic preacher had been tainted, Thawn didn't really care which. This person had then managed to sway a lot of the population without them even knowing, got them in conflict with the PDF who sent a distress message and the Inquisitor had been closest.
Inquisitor Karamazov had then called on the Knights that also were close. This had been Thawn and his friends, currently assisting Greg the Librarian with gathering books for the chapter library and keeping the general noise level in the sector acceptable. Greg had been all over the mission, he and Karamazov went way back. They had been in inquisitor college together, or something. Anval had forgotten.
It got hard to remember details about others when you got so old that you forgot how old you were. And he was old, Justicar Anval Thawn was just as much a part of the Grey Knights' foundations as the floors and pillars on holy Titan, probably more. Floors actually had to be replaced every few thousand years...

So had it come to pass that he ended up in old Fyodor "No Innocents" Crazypantsoff's employ. Not long after that they made landfall only to find that not a single man of the PDF had made it out alive. Actually, not much of a surprise really.
And then they had gotten into a war with an entire world. It wasn't fair, Anval caught himself thinking. Those poor sods wont stand a chance.

Now though, his "special skills" had apparently been reason enough to get him sent on a "top secret misson" where "Superglory" and "Megahonor" was sure to follow, he'd been told. It was undoubtedly a suicide mission, so words like that often got thrown around when you fished around for volunteers.
Well, Thawn, who had way more experience with suicide missions than most, volunteered on the basis that it was nice to get out into the countryside for a while and clear his head. The mission officer had laughed at him.
"I'll have your salary ready for you when you get back, shall I? Haha, you're a funny one, you. Mind if I have your dessert if you happen to not make it?" And so on. You could have cut the sarcasm with a knife and used as a building material.

And now he prowled through the busy hive city hunting for a renegade Chaos priest. He was wearing terminator armour and carried a nemesis force halberd almost twenty feet long, but still managed to remain unseen by the general population. All he needed was to cover up any shiny bits of himself and his weapon with baggy cloth in brownish cloth and done; invisible. The fact that he was roughly the size of a small building mattered not, people simply choose not to see things that shouldn't be there.
His target would no doubt be protected by the most horrible things imaginable, deamons and traitor marines, the priest could open portals into the warp for lesser beasts to travel through.
But Thawn had a very particular set of skills; skills that he had acquired over a very long career. Skills that made him a nightmare for people like them. He would look for his mark, he would find him, and he would kill him.

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