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as usual just wow, I love that little blurb at the end. It really brought a solem point home.

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

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

I am in fact Dan Abnett...

lol, I wish :p

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:

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

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

I am in fact Dan Abnett...

lol, I wish :p

Thou shalt not covit thy abnett in vain!!!!!

i have been driven into madness by epicness

When this is finished (if ever!) your going to have to make a downloadable version of the entire thing so we can read it all the more and show it to GW.

Wouldn't show I to the GW guys c and d orders would ruin the fun faster than a speed freak on meth

Or faster than a Raptor with the runs.

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:I am in fact Dan Abnett...

Marry me.

XD. Well thats one.
Sean you should probaly start tallying this stuff up.

Hmmm this reminds me of something like the imperial fists where are they? Sorry but it is in my blood too question.

Also i am writting a short story of the Rise of Asherian. Which is about why and how the (a space from the horus hersey who still lives, Hes a psyker with incrediable powers and he is the creator)

But this story keeps getting better and better. Also i recalled that there was 3,000 grey knights. And the Main inqusitorial Fortress was there. Did you miss this or are you getting there? Sorry but i am a big reader. Don't forget the Cheif Custodian!

Getting really epic, but im not gonna lie im anxious as to the fate* of 643

Asherian Command wrote: Hmmm this reminds me of something like the imperial fists where are they? Sorry but it is in my blood too question.

Not at all man, always happy to answer questions The Fists are now on the run from the Demiurg Nation with as many 'Imperials' (ie: Human Citizens) as they could pull out of Demirg Space. The Demiurg are on the pursuit and are still trying to convince the Kriin to intervene.

Asherian Command wrote: Also i am writting a short story of the Rise of Asherian. Which is about why and how the (a space from the horus hersey who still lives, Hes a psyker with incrediable powers and he is the creator).

I actually have no idea who Asherian is. Is he your own creation? And the second sentence is a tad confusing.

Asherian Command wrote:But this story keeps getting better and better. Also i recalled that there was 3,000 grey knights. And the Main inqusitorial Fortress was there. Did you miss this or are you getting there? Sorry but i am a big reader. Don't forget the Cheif Custodian!

The Inquisition (barr individuals such as Eisenhorn, Ravenor et al) are pretty much under the thumb of Uriah Jole (aka: Cherubael for those slow on the uptake) or are too badly mauled to intervene (the Ordo Malleus have been torn apart essentially, although they still function). I think they, much like the Custodes, are being decieved into believing Jole is a prophet of the Emperor's Return, when in actuality he is a Daemon.

The Grey Knights numbers in this timeline are about 1500 - 1600 strong, as the years between the Emperor's Death and the current story have taken their toll (Earlier it was mentioned that many sacrificed themselves to seal the Webway Gate on Terra). The entirety of the Knights are now on Terra as it will take all of them simply to hold the Custodes.

And the Chief Cusodian is not with his Brothers on the field. He will be a big part later, but let's just say he could not be privvy to what his comrades were doing

Candroth wrote:Marry me.

Sadly, I am not Dan Abnett

I am just that guy
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The Second Seige of Terra
Part Five: Incoming!

The shields of The Heretic’s Bane flared in the inky black of the night sky, tendrils of lightning and energy striking our randomly, haloing the ship in a cacophony of light and colour. Her sister ships held their positions close by cordoned tight like a cage of thunderous war around their target. Operation: Fury of The Gods was being stretched to breaking, but it was holding. The Cadian Fleet of Admiral Thao had punched through the initial waves of the Heretic Jupiter Fleet and had delivered their troops and supplies to Terra. Several of the vessels formed a staggered route between Terra and Mars, allowing Martian Freighters and Cargo Vessels passage to Earth. The orders were to hold the line, and to let know Traitor Force through. “We wouldn’t bomb our own from Orbit, Thao” the Lord Commander had said to him “But I guarantee you, this Jupiter Fleet would have no such qualms. They cannot get by you once we begin the battle proper. I’m depending on you Thao!”

Thao recalled the Lord-Commanders words as the shield erupted into neon Starfire once more. The Jupiter Fleet had pulled back to a respectable distance, and was now using long range Lance and Nova Cannon fire to pepper the loyalists. Already, two ships had been horrendously damaged by this interstellar sniper fire, and had to drift behind the picket line lest they suffer more damage.

‘I’m depending on you Thao’.

Never had one phrase weighed so heavy on the Admirals mind. He knew the Heretics would eventually amass once more, and he knew that to let even one shot, one torpedo, one enemy carrier by the cordon line would mean he had failed. That was simply unacceptable. The Loyalist Fleet had taken a severe hammering, and had returned the wrath in kind, but his fleet numbered only a few dozen vessels spread thinly between here and Mars. The Traitor-Fleet had numbers, range and the Jupiter Docks on their side. The situation, whilst not hopeless, seemed grim.

The Admiral cast his attention to the holo-display that dominated the bridge. “Mr. Tamier, report”. His first officer turned round to address his captain, his wounds having been bandaged with Black Cloth and padding. He resembled an ancient mariner of Old Earth mused Thao, the black fabric crossing his head and covering his left eye. Despite this, Tamier had the look of stoic determination and pride that he had always worn, and even in the darkness of the situation, Tamier seemed more proud than ever. Tamier consulted a data board he had been holding and addressed his commander.

“The Heretic Fleet is holding the distance on us Admiral. Their long-range fire is inaccurate and infrequent, but they are starting to hit home. The Mechanicum Stealth Fleet is harrying them as much as they can, but the Heretics have become wise to the Priesthood of Mars’ tactics.”

Tamier paused as he cross-checked further information. The Data Board cast a pale blue glow onto Tamier’s severe features, giving him the appearance of some marble gargoyle or bird of prey. He nodded once he found the information he had been scanning for.

“We have detected a lot of movement and energy signatures around Jupiter and Saturn. We suspect the Heretics are deploying their reserve fleets, and we estimate they will join the fight proper in the next half hour.”

Thao closed his eyes wearily. Half an Hour, he thought. The deadline was tight. The Loyalist forces had been fighting on Terra for several hours now, and the body count was ever rising. And despite Thao’s faith in the Commander and in the Will of his Beloved Emperor, he doubted that the campaign on Terra could be brought to a conclusion in that time-frame. He, and his skeleton fleet, would have to hold against the Jupiter Fleet in a direct fire fight, and Thao did not know if his ships could take it. He opened his eyes slowly, and considered his Tactical Officer, a young woman named Price. “Ms. Price, what of the operation on Luna?”

The young officer checked several screens, and ran her nimble fingers over several consoles at once. She had lost both her arms several years ago in operations against the Tau Empire, and they had been replaced with crystalline Augmetics that for all intents and purposes resembled human arms. However, the ingenious of the Mechanicum allowed the arms to split right down their middle and the hands to splay into a wide, band-like form and effectively gave Ms. Price four arms and data nodules in which to connect with systems of the ship: this made her a fine officer to have on the Admiral’s Bridge.

“The Mechanicum and Sororitas forces are pushing the Heretic Forces back Admiral” she said matter-of-factly, the youth in her voice quite at odds with the words she was saying, “They have yet to secure the defence batteries however. Arch-Magos Abraham and Sister-Superior Adriana speculate that they will have them secured within the next two standard hours”

The Admiral chuckled softly. Oh how the fates love to stick the knife in, he thought. The defence rings on Luna could turn the battle significantly, but time was against them. Time never seemed to be on their side. Time was like a vast serpent that choked life from humanity for its own sport, its coils surrounding everything and everyone. ‘If only you’d choke the enemy some more, eh?’, the Admiral whispered. Tamier turned to face the Admiral from his console inquisitively. “What was that Sir?” he asked. The Admiral waved him off and shook his head, “Nothing Mr. Tamier, just musing to myself, hold position, tell the Fleet to inform me of any changes in…”

The Alert Sirens blared as the Holo-Display turned a deep red. An emergency transmission was being received, coded Alpha-Ruby. The command staff on the bridge checked their instruments, and swept the message for malicious spyware or Scrap-code. The Admiral stared at the screen, his face like granite. “Mr. Tamier, what are we receiving” The First-Officer punched at keys and dials as he addressed the Admiral “Sir, it’s a distress call from one of the Mechanicum Vessels posted near the Heretic Boundary. It’s from one of the Magi.” Admiral Thao gestured at the holo-display with a nod. Tamier typed frantically, before ceremoniously punching the switch to transfer. The Holo-display went with a static howl, before an image resolved itself.

It was always hard to read members of the Priesthood of Mars, at lest Thao had always thought so. But the image on the Holo-Display was of a man gripped with fear. Even under his heavy cowl and the various pieces of machinery grafted onto his face, his eyes showed terror and uncertainty, and Thao felt his legs almost give way at a sight so tragic. A voice, bathed in machine gain but unavoidably human in its terror issued across the bridge.

+++This is Magos Kostoglotov of Mechanicum Vessel Proteus Vex. We have detected several incoming energy signatures from outside the system moving at high speed toward Terra.+++

The blood from the Admirals face drained as the terrified Adept continued.

+++They are Astartes, several ships strong. They are not carrying any form of Imperial Transponders, recognition codes and the ships are of non-standard Imperial design.+++

Emperor no, The Admiral’s mind screamed, it can’t be, not here, not now…

+++We have Incoming Traitor Astartes; I repeat we have Incoming Traitor Astartes+++

This thread... (explosion)

#404 brain not found#

Are those traitor astartes Magnus and his loyal warriors.

IvanTih wrote:Are those traitor astartes Magnus and his loyal warriors.

^ Ivan got it. I think that the Thousand Sons would be the first Legion to find out about something like that

God this is just so cinematic! Keep it up!

Loyalist Alpha Legion Perhaps?

Still absolutely fantastic stuff, Keep it up!

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:The Second Seige of Terra
Part Five: Incoming!


+++We have Incoming Traitor Astartes; I repeat we have Incoming Traitor Astartes+++

Pwn3d.


Absolutely AMAZING. all of it.

YES! I need Moar but is this Magnus and his boys or is it Abaddon and his mad galaxy rending Black Legion ?? I need to know dude!!!!

YES! I need Moar but is this Magnus and his boys or is it Abaddon and his mad galaxy rending Black Legion ?? I need to know dude!!!!

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Stunned into utter silence....


I havent been able to read the past post because my laptop went down with a few viruses...... Once I had read these I was litteraly drooling and I had to clean up a small amount of it on the desk as I was so into the epicness of this I had forgotten to close my mouth and swallow, sooo it kinda dripped out......

I didnt notice the Kasrkin names until I read the last bit pointing out the names and I had to see.... I was touched to see I was the Squad Medic Vent. Sadly I will die a glorious death against the deamon, but in my last moment I strap a melta charge on it and blow it back to the warp........ Joking, but I would have done something cool, maybe, not really...

Absolutely amazing Mr. Seanron, absolutely amazing. I am excited to see the former chaos allies show up and help change the tide or die and redeem them of their past injustices, horrors, misdeeds, heresies and the list can stretch quite a distance.

Never let this die Seanron!!!! Have this stretch onto into the annals of history where we all will know the name of Dark Lord Seanron and the epicness of this post.

OOH. I made i cool quote...

A SPAM cultist ran up to the high priest of SPAM. He looked anxious, as if something horrible was happening.

"A-a-a-all h-h-h-hol-ly priest, I-I have reports th-that we are almost out of pigs in the wh-whole sector! What will we sacrifice?"

At this, the priest grabs the cultist and throws him into the sacrificial pig pen, which is then dumped into a huge fire the size of a city.

"My brothers, these stories require sacrifices. If we do not honour them, then we have no use for living."

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:

Candroth wrote:Marry me.

Sadly, I am not Dan Abnett

I am just that guy
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Eh. Marry me anyway.

Candroth wrote:

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:

Candroth wrote:Marry me.

Sadly, I am not Dan Abnett

I am just that guy
<---------------

Eh. Marry me anyway.

D'awww....

Can I come?

Candroth wrote:

Dark Lord Seanron wrote:

Candroth wrote:Marry me.

Sadly, I am not Dan Abnett

I am just that guy
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Eh. Marry me anyway.

im sorry but hes already betrothed

To meee!!!

Didn't the Fists make-off in ships of "non-standard Imperial design."? If so it could be the Fists. Or Magnus... Or the Alpha Legion....

MOAR NAO DAMNIT!

Actually, wouldn't most traitor ships be in fact standard design, seeing as they are taken with the traitors when they betray the imperium?

Is there going to be a Lord of Battles Emperor Titan?

Jokes XD

but in all seriousness you must make all of this into a pdf so we can bring this epic tale with us, and of course MOAR
FLUFF FOR THE FLUFF GOD!!!!!!!!