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As Re'vex leaves the transport Ludias attaces himself to Re'vex's armour. When the herald speaks Ludias infuses his voice with supplication and devotion, filtering any potential tones that could be construed as insulting and rephaseing them as pure syllables of devotion and joy.

BIC:........

As the swirling sky darkens with swarms of winged abominations..Rev'ex pays homage to the towering Daemon...

The monsterous creature spreads it's wings and emits a high undualating wail... shatering the plasteel walls of the Imperial fortress as though they were made of glass...

Daemon,Heritic and Marine alike surge forth...a living tide of chaos...breaching the very heart of the structure...slaying the followers of the Corps God with wild and malicious glee...the screams of the dying Imperials filling the sky...

Rev'ex climbs high atop his transport...his arms held out to the cyclonic sky...his eyes aflame ...litinays of devotion spill from the heralds fanged mouth...

The Followers of the Corpse God are dead or fleeing....this world is now his Lords.

youe pretty much just ended the rp, nicely done,



chaos win

Looking back the gigantic Daemon reared its hideous head back and let out a devastating roar, Crushing the walls of the Imperial stronghold. Along with the destruction near the stronghold, it sent a shock wave that interfered with electronics and the like, shutting down the truck as they drove.

"Get this damn thing started back up!" shouted a Sergent as he stood back up from the jerk of the truck to lean out the side and fire at some of the still pursuing chaos daemons. "This gak has hit the fan!" yelled a private as he joined his Sergent in holding back the horde. "Damn batteries dead!" shouted the driver in return. "Well damnit get the spare! I didn't leave my wife and children to die on this piece of gak world!"

As the driver door opened, a round from one of the countless number of guns firing at them struck the driver, evaporating his leg. The events happening so fast that not even the driver understood what happened until he tried to use his missing leg to walk. "HOOE! gak!" he screamed as he fell, spewing more profanities. "gak! someone grab that spare and replace the battery before they reach us damnit!" shouted the Sergent, who had taken the role of acting commander despite the fact he was outranked.

Tumbling over the side, the two privates ran around the front of the transport. One covering and opening the hood as the other prepared to swap the batteries. "Get that gak in there so we can sail this fether out of here!" After a few moments passed, "Alright its in!" The private ran to the driver's seat, threw the injured driver into the passenger seat and tried the key.

As the truck started up the soldiers that were off the transport jumped back on. "Get our Asses out of here!" shouted the Sergent who banged his hand on the roof to let the driver know it was time. The truck and its passengers began to leave the chaos horde behind when multiple screeches above could be heard. "Rainbows and Happy fething Sunshine this day just gets better and better!"


@ Tyrannic -
As long as there are surviving forces of the Emperor, this fight will never be over.

(unless an 'event' is to happen all I can really see myself doing is more posts like this one until its determined I reach the city.....which I don't even know the distance to.....)

fair enough

Suddenly, the chaos shrine glows with eerie, purple light.

Tendrils of all colors reach out and snag the life force of Earl's companions, killing them instantly.

Earl watched as each of them died, until none were left but him.

Earl started to protest, but he was impaled by a sorcerous tendril of mutation through the midsection.

His body bubbled and mutated, Earl screaming throughout.

His whole body grew a mangy, black fur. His feet expanded and moulded into black hooves, his forehead exploded with mighty horns that curled around.

He was no longer human, he was a man turned beast. A Beastman.

Earl's eyes lit up with purple fire as he grasped his power flail and pistol.

Why is it....that it started with many vs many.......and now...its a damn lot vs 2?

Because we're the heros that the Imperium deserves, but not the one it needs right now... and so they'll hunt us... because we can take it... because we're not heros... we're a silent guardian, a watchful protector... a Dark Knight...

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Because we're the heros that the Imperium deserves, but not the one it needs right now... and so they'll hunt us... because we can take it... because we're not heros... we're a silent guardian, a watchful protector... a Dark Knight...

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