I have at my command three hundred Rubric Marines. Former men of flesh and blood who once brought the galaxy to its knees. Now, they are automatons devoid of their former glory. They are my flock, and it is my duty to guide them. They are also my heralds, and I have unleashed them before against my foes.

Sometimes I stare at my charges, looking into the fathomless pits of their eye visors. I hope to see a flicker of light. A glimmer of existence. Each time I am foiled. The souls that have been bound to the warplates of Astartes armor are utterly without sanity. Maddened like warp creatures from the Empyrean. There is no saving them from their fates.

I do not hate Ahriman. I respect him. He did what was necessary. The Rubric cost us dear, but it preserved us as a Legion. The flesh-change would have taken us all had he not acted. No. I do not hate him.

I reserve my hatred for my father. For my primarch. For the being whose blood flows in my veins. I reserve my hatred for Magnus. This unworthy father who has sired worthy sons.

He thought himself above the corrupted touches of the Warp. He was wrong. He believed himself to be resistant to the false whispers of lying gods. He was wrong. He taught us that the Great Ocean could be mastered, that it could flow and pour to our command. He was wrong. He taught us that sorcery was an enlightened ideal, and none needed to fear it. He was wrong. He taught us that we were the lords of ourselves, that we could manipulate the future to our liking. He was wrong. And through these errors, he brought ruin and damnation to the Thousand Sons.

Magnus is a fool. A raving, ranting lunatic atop his obsidian tower. I cannot believe that once I loved him with all my heart.

I left the Planet of Sorcerers with fifty Rubric Marines under my control. I told those brothers who still possessed flesh that with these warriors I would lead raids against the Imperium. But in secret, that was a lie. I left this desolate waste of a world for one thing and one thing only. Retribution.

Aboard my warship, I ordered my thralls to strip away the blue paint that had been freshly adorned on my brethern's armor. I, myself, restored their warplate to the gleaming red of our Legion. I will not bow my head to the orders of a madman.

Inb4raven of blood

...continue

If this is fan-fic then well done

And it was all because of this fucking asshole...

My ship escaped from the Eye of Terror, avoiding the noose that was closing by the Imperial Navy. I watched silently as countless starships, carrying the defeated Legions of Horus, streak past me. They went one direction. I went another. My purpose was revenge, but my force was not yet sufficient.

But that changed. Gradually. Slowly. But change it did. I ghosted across the universe, listening to psychic messages sent by Imperial astropaths in secrecy. I would always head towards a world threatened by Chaos incursion, hoping to find warbands from any of the nine traitor Legions. The majority of times, it was merely a cult staging a rebellion or a leaderless rabble easily crushed by the Imperial Guard. I did not show my hand in circumstances as those. I was seeking traitor Astartes, not normal men who had turned.

Sometimes, I did find what I so desperately seek. Chaos Space Marines, slinking from the Eye in their daemon-infused ships. They came to raid and to pillage, and oftentimes, just to slaughter. It is strange thought that eons ago, I would have given my life to save these men, and they would have given their lives to save mine. The bonds of brotherhood have long since vanished, and where once I grieved to slay these men, now I have no qualms in doing so.

Where these traitor Astartes landed, I followed suit. Before they could properly strike against a terrified populace, or an undermanned outpost, my men… my automatons would have already launched their assault. I chose my battles carefully, never allowing the enemy an advantage where one was to be gained, and never losing an advantage where one was to be lost. The number of warbands I have destroyed I have lost count. But as an estimate, I could pile the skulls of the slain in a mountain. Khorne wishes me to be his champion. I spit on his name as I spit on the other three black gods of the warp.

*sheds a manly tear*
bravo anon, bravo

Ten thousand years later, and I still do this. And my reputation has grown.

To the World Eaters, I am known as the Blood Shedder. That is a name I agree with. My gauntlets have spilled the blood of many a World Eater champion, and more of their followers.

To the Death Guard, I am called the Scouring Flame. That is a title I have earned. I have burned Nurgle's gifts from many of Mortarion's children with warp fire.

To the Emperor's Children, I am called the Hundred Agonies. That identity is one I adhere to. The sorcery that lashes from my palms is even more painful than their crazed, drug-induced minds can bear.

To the Iron Warriors, I am known as the Great Vanquisher. That is a name I nod in confirmation to. Entire fortifications constructed through the teachings of Perturabo have been leveled by my psychic might.

To the Night Lords, I am simply called the Terror. That is a title I cannot help but smile at. I enjoy flaying alive those of the Night Haunter's ilk I come across.

To the Word Bearers, I am called the Destroyer of Faith. That is an identity true and without falsehood. Lorgar's bastions of blasphemous religion have been crushed and burned by my Rubric Marines.

To the Alpha Legion, I am not known. They are not traitors, and hence, do not receive my wrath.

And to the Thousand Sons, I am called the Betrayer. They are not wrong in this. I have three hundred Rubric Marines because I wrested the control of two hundred and fifty from their erstwhile masters. Aspiring Sorcerers who thinks Magnus was right. These men I slay with relish, stripping them of their souls and flinging them into the Warp. I may be a betrayer, but there is no crime in betraying those who have turned traitor themselves.

Damn, I gotta start reading more 40k books.

>>11618228
Well written does not make well mannered.

Spitting on peoples favorites makes you no better then matt ward and his #1 chapter that are gods among equals.

You had me up until this post.

Sometimes, the men I slay ask me why I do this. As they lie on the war-despoiled earth, they ask me why I would turn against my kin. That is a question easy for me to answer.

Because we were wrong. Because Horus, Lorgar, Perturabo, Mortarion, and the others, were wrong. We were wrong in turning against the Emperor. We were wrong in destroying the Imperium that we shed blood to build. We were wrong in abandoning mankind.

They do not understand. They curse me as they die, saying the four Warp Gods will have the vengeance on me. I do not need them to comprehend my ideals. And I do not care for the threats they swear against me. Partly because they are true. I have been denied a spot besides the Emperor for treachery not of my own. If my death means my soul will suffer in eternity, tortured by the Four, then so be it. But I will die knowing that I have done all I could for humanity. No one, not even gods, can take away that comfort.

I write these words in the bowels of my ship, attended to by the automatons that were once my brothers. Another world sprawls below us, and soon, our Stormravens will carry myself and the three hundred into battle. Perhaps I will die on this planet. Perhaps I will not. But in the end, as always, I finish with this.

For the Emperor. For the Imperium. For all Mankind.

>>11618150
Blood Ravens? WHERE!?

>>11618286
Oh please.
Here's some salve, use it to allay your Butthurt.

It's writefagging, an opinion cloaked in art. Deal.

>>11618286

I really really liked the touch with the Alpha Legion not being traitors

>Shinjiro tranzing
Who?

Three hundred Astartes. Entire sectors have been brought into heel with less. What warlord worth his salt would not want such a number to join him? What Imperial general would not beg and plead for near a third of a chapter’s worth of Space Marines to join him? What Chaos champion would not butcher and kill for a chance to lead these relentless warriors?
I sometimes wish these three hundred were away from my presence. It is a wish that I am not proud of. They were my brothers. They are –still- my brothers. But how can you be brothers to automatons? Where are the words of companionship spoken by sons who share a father? Where are the joyous shouts when a victory is won? Where are the speeches of lamentation when a fellow brother falls?
I cannot lie and say that the bonds of brotherhood remain tight between me and these three hundred.
Deep in the bowels of my ship, is where the three hundred stand. Always in parade ground rest, their bolters held across their chests. Before each battle, I make my way to the sanctum they reside in. It is harrowing to see these once-men stand in such perfect formation. It is haunting to walk amongst them, knowing that they cannot speak, yet wishing they could. I know some of these men by name. They once served with me in the Fifth Fellowship. Their past glories, their feats of strength and courage, I know by heart. To see them like this, so devoid of emotion, is a feeling I cannot describe.
This is our punishment. A punishment for a crime we did not commit. Never does the law frame a son for his father’s sins. But the universe does not care for judgments made by humans. The galaxy is an unforgiving place, and it is upon our shoulders this unfair penalty falls.

Wherever I go, I am always followed by two towering beings of war. Their admantium hulls etched in arcane symbols and bedecked in the livery of my Legion, they stride beside me on each side, legacies of the XV Legion's exalted history. They are dreadnoughts, massive behemoths three times as tall as an Astartes, with weapons that could shred entire platoons of Guardsmen in a single salvo. They are my guardians as I am my brothers's guardians, and never have I seen them falter.

The first one is called Ah'ton, a former Sehkmet veteran who once tread the battlefield in Tactical Dreadnought Armor. I knew him before Magnus betrayed us all. We were not close, but we knew each other and respected each other. His ashes have long dissolved inthe amniotic fluids that once kept him alive. There is an irony in this. An irony that only men with bitter hearts like mine can appreciate. Ah'ton's left arm is a massive autocannon, his right, a hulking power fist. With these two weapons, he has claimed countless foes, and has saved my life many a time.

The second of the two is called Ishaq. I do not know his history. I obtained him through the warband of another Thousand Sons sorcerer many centuries ago. Even as I boiled away my wayward kinsman's skin and seared the flesh from his bones, my psychic will forced the spirit of the dreadnought and the spirits of his power armored brethern to heed my command. Ishaq possesses a plasma cannon and a gargantuan chainblade arm.

Out of all the three hundred, these two are the ones I prefer for company. Not because they are dangerous. But because they are the only ones out of the three hundred who can make sound.

Ah'ton screams. Ishaq laughs.

This is my company. Maniacal screaming and crazed laughter.

Carry on my wayward son; there'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest- don't you cry no more.

>>11620385
Heheheh.

BUMP! BUMP!

>>11618035
cam i has more?

>>11618228
>hurr I pun the nine legions to make me look good and them look bad and make me have their most honored reputations for myself

Fucking dropped. Now I have to punch the fucker who linked this to my email.

>>11620367

NA NA NANAAH NA NA NANAAH NA NA NANANA NA NAH NA NAH


>hoully aca
Thank you capcha.

There are more than just Astartes on this ship. There are normal humans as well. Men and women who once lived uninteresting lives on a myriad of planets. Chaos changed that, as it does with many things. The mortals that now reside on this near-derelict battle barge are the survivors from worlds I was too late to save.

These humans now inhabit the upper levels. They are too fearful of the automatons adorned in crimson that stand rigid in the barge's depths to go lower. At first they were not many. A few dozen from each planet left burning by traitors. But this number could only increase. There were too many worlds that were decimated by Chaos Astartes, and soon, the populace swelled. Now thousands of humans calls this battle barge their home, making use of spartan quarters once reserved for Space Marines as places of rest and comfort.

Sometimes, I visit these humans. During these occasions, the dreadnoughts I order away. Their screams and cackling would scare an already fearful people. They treat me with deference and humility, as one would expect of my station. But behind the humble words, I can feel their raw fear gnawing at their insides. Their fears are logical. Once, Astartes like me descended from the skies to butcher their families and their friends. The fact that I have saved them from similar fates does not alleviate their trepidation.

I do not make my visits long. I am too reminded of Prospero and its people, and the deaths the Wolves of Russ visited to them for that.

>>11620823
Once I rose above the noise and confusion- just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion- I was soaring ever higher... but I flew too high.

>>11621059

A shame he can't legally field it.

Actually, it'd be funny to let him. An all or nothing gamble. 1500 points of two dreadnoughts, a chaos lord, and thousand sons. If the Lord dies, the army just shuts down.

>>11621871
>A shame he can't legally field it.
what are you on about?

BUMP OF THE BUMP GOD~!

so how to put this on the table top.
Just as sorcerer 2 dreads and as many thousands sons as will fit.
Or a sorc, 2 dreads and a mix of normal marines, chosen, havocs ect all with mark of tezeentch because I get the impression from the writfaggin that the sorc in charge of things leaves them as close to original as possible so no enchanted bolters and stuff.

>>11618035
Tyrant of the east is that you?

Man this is awesome. MOAR!

10/10

manly tear

Beautiful.

Although... I can't help but think that Magnus gets too much shit hurled against him. He KNEW the Horus Heresy would occur. He KNEW that the ONLY way to tell the Emperor about it was to use sorcery, not psychic powers. And what did he get for it? Attacked by his brothers, and forced to hide at Chaos.

Oh man.

I'm totally putting a Thousand Sons sorcerer as the big baddie in my Dark Heresy campaign.

"Betrayer? Me? Can't you see? I am but a wave in the ocean, betrayed by the Emperor, by Russ, by Magnus, by Ahriman, by Tzeentch! Who should I follow, who should I believe? Tell me what I should have done, tell me how to redeem myself, save me, help me... or leave me alone... or die. I don't care. For thousands of years I've hoped it was just a dream. End this nightmare."

It would be interesting to see what the PC's do.

"Err, Lord Inquisitor? We brought someone to see you... but he doesn't fit through the hallway, so we wanted to ask you to talk to him in the garage."

>>11623406
Well, Magnus' warning to the Emperor was not his mistake.

His continued use of sorcery was his mistake.

The Emperor wouldn't have made it so much of a problem if he knew Magnus casted that spell as a last-effort-ditch.

However, the Emperor knew Magnus casted that spell just because he was always casting spells. That was the difference.

It is a bit like an athlete who uses steroids to win a match. Sure he won the match, but his trainer will still be pissed the athlete tried it on his own power.

>>11623431

Obviously, his last words would be...

"This, too...was foretold..."

Oh my, just as I started thinking about starting a 1kSons army.
As someone stated, the only reasonable critique is that you included those famouse baddies in such a mocking light. Not well for a fanfiction, lets you want to be called a Suemaker.
But otherwise, it's an alright idea (just alright, because everyone and their grandma already thought of it, but I guess 1k Sons make great Drizzts), and your writing is, other than the mentioned flaw, quite pleasing. Good job, all in all, you deserve a bump!

needs more

Bravo OP.
nice stuff.

but some how for me.
I can never read an warhammer 40k novel
too chaotic and I can't follow one character from the other.

moar?

MOAR.

BUMB for MOAR

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6226554/1/Confessions_of_a_Wayward_Son
lawl

Very good.

Factual error in the first part though, the armour is fused shut and can't be opened.

The slightly comical image of a sorceror peeking into a Rubric marine as if it was a dustbin also ruins the mood a bit.

Otherwise it's great.

Sometimes, I sin against mankind.

The planet was called Menos Primus, a civilized world far from Terra. The populace that lived on Menos was an enlightened people, something I cannot say for the rest of the Imperium. Their cities were great edifices of carved marble, vast metropolises where peasant and noble alike dwelled in comfort. It was in their capitol that I made my landing, with all three hundred of my Rubric Marines in tow.

The governor of Menos was there to greet me. A trim, dapper man in formal robes. With him were smiling diplomats, beaming politicians, and proud soldiers. This world had not known the tread of Astartes before, but they had heard the stories before. They took one look at the gleaming red plate of my brothers, saw the two behemoths that guarded my flanks, and assumed I was one loyal to the Imperium.

The planetary governor escorted me on a personnal tour of the planet's capitol, citing to me with great pleasure the deeds his forefathers had done for this world. I was impressed. He did not rule with an iron fist as many of his fellows did. His government utilized a system of representative democracy. His compassion showed. The people of Menos loved their governor.

As I and my silent brothers strode on cobblestone streets, masses of civilians came to greet us. They cast flowers at our feet and chanted thankful prayers to my men. It took us hours to clear past the masses of cheering men and women. During these hours I remained silent beneath my helm.

At last, we arrived at the Congressional Hall, the place where councils were formed and decisions made. The governor gave a speech. I cannot recall the exact words, as it was many centuries ago. Then it came my turn. They expected me to say a few words. I did considerably more than that.

As pict-recorders flashed and holo-cameras rolled, I drew my plasma pistol from its holster, and vaporized the governor in front of eight hundred million people.

I still remember with clarity the word I said after the governor's ashes drifted into the faces of his shocked people.

"Fire."

Three hundred Rubric Marines lifted their boltguns and discharged exploding shells into the stunned crowd.

Bolters are weapons designed to kill armored opponents. Against unarmored and weaponless civilians, it was slaughter. More than slaughter. It was unparalleled butchery. Shrieking men and women, their frail bodies unshielded, popped like blisters under the torrent of fire.

I ordered this act in front of dozens of holo-cams. I did this so the entire populace could see their beloved leader and his advisors die. I was glad then that my brethren were silent suits of armor. Had they possessed their bodies of flesh and bone, they surely would have stopped me.

With one word, I murdered near a thousand defenseless people. With that same word, I saved the other eight hundred million.

A Chaos flotilla, led by a Black Legion warlord was nearing this sector. If they were left unchecked, their incursion would destroy many worlds before their momentum was stilled. Countless lives would be snuffed out by the breath of the Warp powers, and countless more would be forced into brutal slavery. The Imperial Fleet would be too late to save these lives, and the war of attrition that followed would be heinous in terms of men wasted.

This I had foreseen. My psychic potential could not match that of Lord Ahriman's, but it was sufficient to discern the waves of the Great Ocean.

Menos Primus would be the world where I halted this traitor tide.

Sadly, the Planetary Defense Force of this planet was not what I hoped they would be. Menos had not seen war for many a century, and the weapons their military possessed were all unusable relics. No man in their armies have ever fought a war, and their generals were all pompous buffoons with the brain of a grox.

My three hundred Rubric Marines could hold off such an invasion for a while, but they would be overwhelmed nonetheless. But it was not my intention to die on this planet, and I would not allow my brothers to fall if the situation didn't demand it.

By killing the governor in cold blood, I hoped to catch the attention an Imperial fleet, which would arrive exactly the time the Black Legion emerged from the Warp.

My plan worked better than I expected. The Imperial Navy diverted an entire sector fleet when my presence was known. With them came Inquisitors of both the Malleus and the Hereticus and their retinues. This was how much my kind was hated. That the mere mention of the Thousand Sons would cause a fleet of hundreds of ships to be launched.

But that was not all. Last to join this improptu Crusade, was a Grand Company of Space Wolves.

>>11631253
Oh snap

>>11630057
;_;

Wow, as a Thousand sons fan, I really enjoyed reading this, sure there was some cheesy parts, but aside from that, good story overall.

so, what about you give us more ?

>>11630057
>>11630890
>>11631253
This reminds me of someone....

hhmm.. legion of the damned are actually thousand sons!? more likely than you think.

Sweet jesus, man, write faster!

bump

>>11618035
Does anyone have that picture that is an upclose shot of a Rubric marine, with a tear made of dust in his eye visor?

This thread...

Is this fanfic or what? This is pretty good

>>11632835
Heh. I drew that.

>>11633374

gotta be a cool feeling

Stop moralfagging chaos marines OP.

>>11633553
>i haven't read anything on the thousand sons

>>11633397
I will not lie to you: feels good, man.

Post more plz!

>>11633630
>still thinks that Magnus and the actual 1k Sons warbands have the same motivations

I strongly suggest someone archive this thread or save the stories somewhere.

(Also, just because this guy kills other Chaos forces, doesn't mean he's messing everything up. 40k is HUGE, and has room for everything)

>>11618035
bump

captcha: zhufu catiask

This is fantastic stuff, keep it up OP

Menos Primus was considered a paradise to many. I turned it into a place of death and suffering.

Across its once pleasant fields, regiments of Cadian Shock held the line against countless waves of maddened cultists. Vostroyan First Borne fought viciously for dominance against renegade Guardsmen in the cities of marble. Juranian Armored Companies dueled at long range with daemonic machines of warp infused power. Thousands of men died, both loyalist and traitor, and stained entire rivers red with their blood.

Beyond the planet's atmosphere, kilometer long battleships vied for supremacy. Flickering trails of light slashed brilliantly in the void of space, sent from a thousand different lance batteries at once. Torpedoes powered forward, puncturing through void shields to deliver their deadly payload into admantium hulls. Nova cannons hurled building sized projectiles into clusters of ships, annihilating them in bursts of light more radiant than an exploding sun.

But this slaughter that occurred both on and above ground was a mere sideshow to what occurred in Menos's capitol city.

One hundred Sons of Russ defended the place I had first made myself known, and it was at this place the Black Legion hurled themselves towards. Howling Wolves met bellowing Legionnaires in a storm of bloodshed. Power armored frames grappled with each other beneath the shadows of a once great civilization, clawing at each other's throats with the strength born from ten millenia of hatred.

Through all of this, I watched and waited. My battle barge remained drifting in space, far from the powerful sensors of both sides. I was rewarded for my patience.

The Black Legion warlord himself led the last surge against the Space Wolves, a score of Terminator armored veterans at his side. They met the Wolf Lord and his retinue of Wolf Guard in a tempest of flashing blades and bolter fire.

I saw my chance.

I teleported myself, and all three hundred of my brothers into the flanks of the Black Legion

>>11633838

>>11633825
oh shit just got real

captcha: aimonati adventures
indeed,captcha indeed

the Sons of Prospero shall not be forgotten. this thread hath been archived.

>>11618035
>>11633838

I await with abated breath.

Fucker should be put down like a dog for this.

>>11633910
>>11633897

haters gonna hate

Carry on my wayward Son~
There'll be Chaos when you're done~
Lay your weary helm to rest~
Don't you sand no more~

>>11633932

>>11633996
heh you sneaky basterd
captcha: 17th-century foriping

O_O!!

Surprise was total. My Rubric Marines advanced from the haze of warp energies, their boltguns lowered. The hissing whine by my left signaled Ishaq’s plasma cannon was ready to unleash its deadly munitions. The systematic clacks on my right told me Ah’ton had finished cycling the autoloaders of his twin-barreled cannon. I raised my plasma pistol and as one, we unleashed a hellstorm of fire into the Legionnaire’s backs.

Astartes screamed and died. Some danced like a marionette on tortured strings, their bodies jerking with successive bolter detonations. Others were blasted off their feet by Ah’ton’s autocannon, ruinous craters smashed into their chests. Entire groups of men I once called brothers were incinerated by the kiss of hot plasma from Ishaq, reduced to mere specks of ash.

My own weapon scorched smoldering holes into traitor marines, but my eyes did not linger on those I had slain. Through the mayhem, I was searching for the warlord.

I found him standing victoriously over the prone body of the Wolf Lord, his daemon blade fresh with rich Astartes blood. His self-mutilated face glared at me with a hatred that could not be described. My own heart was filled with the same loathing.

My pistol hissed as I advanced. One of his terminator guards stepped into the path of my weapon’s fury. He fell, armored skull gone. The warlord pushed aside the sagging corpse and charged forward to do battle. I met his daemon sword with my staff-blade.

Do want more. This is some great writefagging.

>>11634521
Indeed
On a side note I now know what my next army will be.

This is excellent sir/madam, please supply more.

sweet god more

>>11634770
This pic is now property of Alpha Legion. You never saw anything.

>>11620752
Calm the fuck down sparky.

>>11634852
Too slow. Orks looted it.

>>11634928
Damnit, not again. Fucking Speed Freaks...

I think it would have been more interesting if the sorcerer in question had rejected both Magnus and the Emperor, which leaves the character more morally adrift, and they go and... kill Necrons, or something.

>>11634986
My DIY Chaos Warband actually specializes in killing Necrons, Eldar, and the like, simply because they seem them as a bigger threat to Chaos as a whole than the Imperium.

Captcha: fouthave get.
We can only hope, captcha.

>>11633996

>>11635006

Yup, it's a big galaxy, seems like there'd be plenty of opportunity to fight factions other than the Imperium.

I was just thinking, Khârn, Ahriman, Typhus, and Lucien hew pretty close to the Fighter, Wizard, Cleric, and Rogue archetypes, right? It'd be sweet to see them portrayed in a sort of antihero fashion, not in the sense that 'they're really good guys just misunderstood' but rather the 'they're huge assholes but they're fighting against the Necrons so we're still rooting for them' sense.

>>11635049
...
QUICK, SUMMON THE WRITEFAGS!!!

>>11635223
However, it would also be fucking hilarious. Hell, let's just take the current leader from each legion and toss 'em into one fanfic together.

moar, i beg of you MOAR!

I may not know a thing about the......'intricacies' of Chaos' workings, but I do know writing. This made me feel something rise up from deep within my craggily heart, the sign of goodwriting. I enjoyed this; a fine way to start the day.

So yes, carry on Wayward Son. Carry on.

>Read Thread
>Go to work
>Come home
>Thread is still here

GIVE US SATISFACTION YOU FUCKING COCKTEASE!

moar? moar? i want moar!

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK I WANT MOAR! Seriously, Thousand Sons are my favorite legion, and I see them as the only neutral armies (Thousand Sons and Blood Ravens, same stock, a way of getting vengeance on all sides)

Some of the best Writefriending I've seen.

Proceed my friend... proceed....

Holy shit, this thread is still up? Bump!

The long awaited conclusion...

I smacked the bastard proper 'ard with my stick and down 'e went. Seeing as how he wasn't going to complain or nuffing, me and the lads 'opped in his rhino and took it for a spin. Then we got bored, chucked flamer fuel all over it, and set the fucker on fire. Then we tipped a dreadnought. Proper good night.

Bump.
Writefag slave should work harder

FUCKING F5

bumping because this needs to be finished.

finish please for the love of the emperor

MOAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>> my face when OP doesn't come back and finish

bump for finish!!!!111!!!!one!!!2

Hey OP, good job stealing the first two parts/chapters whatever, from Fanfiction.com

>>11635223

What kind of party doesn't have a certain level of tension? The Traitor Legions work together all the time.

>>11641486
link or GTFO

>>11641562
Link to the author: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2207877/Tyrant_of_the_East

Link to the story: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6226554/1/Confessions_of_a_Wayward_Son

The author is Tyrant of the East. >_>

>>11641668
Do you mean the author of the story itself, or the OP?
Because I doubt that the OP is Tyrant of the East.

Hi. I'm the OP. I'm Tyrant of the East. :P

>>11641770

I for one don't care OP, continue with the story. Let these fuckers wank each other off while we bask in your glorious writefaggotry.

Ok I retract my previous statements... The OP actually is Tyrant of the East, my bad...

>op never said he wrote this

Oh hey, just bumping this up.

The Black Legion lord was a monstrous, intimidating figure. Sigils pronouncing devotion to Chaos Undivided was etched on every surface of his ancient power armor. His face was hidden from view by a snarling, grimacing helm inlaid with the skulls of his fallen foes. Across his back he carried a trophy rack of severed heads, many of them still dripping with crimson ichor.

Even to this day I can remember the dark words of prayer that roared from the leering mouth-grill of his faceplate.

I was not his match.

I am no slouch with my blade-staff, but to face this… this… thing was beyond what I was capable of. Every strike from his screeching daemon blade I barely blocked. Every ferocious punch he landed felt like a sledgehammer descending on my skin. This was raw, naked aggression before me, instilled into mortal form, powered by Astartes muscle. The Warp Gods had chosen well this avatar of their will.

His last blow forced me to my knees, the force behind nearly causing my arms to break. The warlord laughed and swung his sword downwards to split my skull in two.

Before the blackened blade could connect, a blur of snarling fangs and power armor launched itself into my place, battering me aside and away.

The Space Wolf gave one last howl of defiance before his head was sheared in half.

Wow this thread is still going.

I cannot say what compelled this Wolf into doing such an act. The enmity between our Legions goes back beyond the Horus Heresy. Perhaps he saw the need to destroy this greater enemy over a lesser. Perhaps he pushed me aside so he could take vengeance for his lord. I do not know. But regardless, the Wolf’s sacrifice gave me time.

Drawing upon my psychic reserves, I sent streaks of Warp lightning lancing from my finger tips.

Tendrils of lashing energies entwined around the bellowing warlord’s body, flashing with incandescent light. Skin was roasted behind corrupted ceramite. Flesh burned to cinders. Blood boiled in scorched veins. Bone was seared into blackened crisps.

The Black Legion warlord collapsed, plates of armor toppling from his smoking body.

A great howl arose from the Wolves of Russ as they saw their enemy’s leader fall. They fell upon the Chaos Astartes with fiery vengeance. I did not stay to see what suffering they wrought upon the former Sons of Horus. With the last vestiges of my psychic strength, I teleported myself and all three hundred of my brothers back into the bowels of my warship. And then I blacked out.

Countless years have passed since Menos Primus. Throughout those years I have wondered if my actions were just.

Sometimes, I see the faces of the governor and the thousand I murdered in my dreams.

You are amazing, writefriend; do want moar!

Oh /tg/, I bought some Thousand Sons only a few hours ago and you provide delicious writings while I'm still high on the feeling. How nice.

That said, MOAR!

this is what all writefaggotry should be.

moar!

I was there at the Council of Nikaea.

I was there when the Emperor issued his infamous decree banning sorcery from use in His Imperium.

I was part of Magnus’s honor guard, a Sehkmet Terminator along with eight others and Ahzek Ahriman. We thought Nikaea was a place where we could debate and deliberate with others regarding the ideals of the Thousand Sons. We were wrong. Nikaea was a place of condemnation against the XV Legion. I listened with horror as Mortarion, primarch of the Death Guard, railed against our ways and stained our Legion’s honor with insults and slurs. My horror turned to disgust when a Space Wolf I did not know took the podium and cast unforgivable curses onto my brothers. My disgust turned to hatred when time and time again, witch hunters and naysayers rose from their seats and showered us with venomous words and barbed jibes.

These people do not understand, I remember thinking to myself all those years ago. They are unenlightened dullards who will never rise above their fears. We had calmed the Great Ocean. We could discern through the future at will. Our cults knew the aspects of sorcery as well as they did the back of their hands. What madness was this, that these barbarians would cling to their old ways and criticize us for walking another path?

Then, it came Magnus’s turn to speak.

GOOD WORK TYRANT!

bumping so hard

Buming harder!

>>11650236
>bumming harder

bumping for more 1KSons

>My face when this thread has been going for like 3 days now and it doesn't look close to done.

I want DH stats for this guy and Rubric Marines/Dreads yesterday.

I like how the Sorcerer doesn't realise that the current Space Wolves can't recognise him as a Thousand Son because he has red armour.

>>11650341
I WRITE LIKE A BUM.
SORRY.

;-;

I love 1k sons, this is so good.

>>11650771
Probably still has the funky helmet though

>>11651042

Did Pre-Heresy 1k Sons, have the big fancy helmets?

>>11651077

Negative.

>>11651082

Where the fuck did the weird hems come from then?

MOAR goddamn it!

>>11651094
Chaos warping?
and why are they blue?

>>11651240
Very Tzeentchy color, I think

Bump motherfuckers.

IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR!

MOTHER FUCKING BUMP!

OP

i would like to say that you are an awesome writefag and i would like to read more

and with that in mind

GET ON WITH IT!!!

NEED MOAR OF THIS SHIT !!

Please for the love of god continue!

>>11641770
Oh hello mister Tyrant of the East. Please finish your God of Death story as well please

The writefag.
Is not.
Coming back.
You stupid son of a whore.

>>11652719

>>11652719
bump yer whoreson

I had not known my primarch was capable of such speech, but the evidence was undeniable in my ears.

Magnus stood resolute and unwavering against the baleful stares of his naysayers, his golden armor glinting with torchlight. He launched into a stirring oratory that would have made Lorgar bow his head in shame. Magnus spoke of the need for the Imperium to be an empire of knowledge and understanding, not a dominion of the unenlightened and the ignorant. He spoke of how sorcery could be tamed to the touch of pyskers, of how the Great Ocean could benefit all mankind. He turned aside the accusations of witchcraft and heresy with tempered logic and cool reasoning, winning the hearts of many within that council room.

I felt my twin hearts beat faster at every word that came from my father’s mouth, proud that my blood came from such a brilliant being. On that day, as I listened to my primarch speak, I felt my love for him soar higher than ever before. Through speech, Magnus had described what it meant to be a warrior of the XV Legion.

The Age of Strife had cost humanity dear. Knowledge was lost on a galaxy-wide scale, scattered into ashes in the countless civil wars that divided mankind.

The Great Crusade ended the strife and discord between factions of men, but it also brought with it the Imperial Truth. Religion was banned in all of its forms, ancient books and sacred texts along with it. The Thousand Sons seeked to prevent such atrocities from occurring. To us, knowledge was power. Enlightenment would allow for humanity to span the stars, and it was our wish that the Imperium we shed blood to build would not demur from this fact.

Knowledge, and the quest for it, was what we thought necessary for the race of man.

We were wrong.

In the end, Magnus’s brilliant oratory was of no use. The Emperor reached his decision regardless of my primarch’s pleas and banned the use of sorcery from the realms of man. I had been shocked then. Too shocked for words. I had thought, along with my brothers that our father’s speech would be sufficient to sway the neutral to our side. We were confident that our condemners would see the folly of accusing us and would soon be forced to drop their venomous charges altogether. Instead, it was we who were defeated. The just slandered by the vile. The enlightened spat upon by the ignorant.

Our voyage back to Prospero was a gloomy one.

As our spaceship sailed through the cold void of space, I felt the betrayal by my fellow man like a wound on my skin that refused to heal. How could Space Marines cast slurs against a fellow Legion? How could Mortarion, esteemed father of the Death Guard, spout insidious lies towards Magnus? Were not the primarchs closer in brotherhood than even we Astartes?
I could not comprehend it then. I still can’t comprehend it now.

More worryingly, the ban of sorcery in the Imperium would irrevocably change our Legion.

I do not expect you to understand. Our way of war was not like those of the other Legions. We did not butcher mindlessly like the World Eaters. We did not construct great fortresses on our battlefields like the Iron Warriors. We did not hit and run like the Raven Guard. Sorcery, the use of unmitigated Warp power, was the way the Thousand Sons destroyed the enemies of man.

To ask of us to abandon sorcery, was like asking a dog not to bark, a fish not to swim, a bird not to fly. Sorcery was our way, and it was molded into our lives just as it was molded into our way of war.

Perhaps this was the reason why we fell from grace those thousands of years ago.

I need MOAR!

one question
whats up with the Egyptian thing? i dont get it. i think the 10k sons would cooler if they have gone with ether Greek or Japanese

>>11657946
get the fuck out

>>11657953
no unless my question is answered, then i can leave

>>11657972
>Greek or Japanese
>Loyal Marines are Greecian as fuck. Look at them laurels and robes and shit. SHIT.

>Japanese
>White Scars are Mongols and therefore better.

Get the hell out.

>>11657946

No particular reason, just cool looking.

>>11657985
you win this time Captain Rhodes

>>11657985>White Scars are Mongols

wonder why they did that, orks already have furry hats and eldar use their tactics.

space marines are taking waaaay too many portfolios

Words cannot express my joy in seeing that this thread still lives!

MOTERFUCKINGBUMP

Bumping for FUCKING INCREDIBLE.

MORE GODDAMNIT,
MORE

instead of egyptian, why not pagan celtic?

>>11618035
i say, keep the head crests and change its to ancient gothic

>>11658190
Visigoths or Ostrogoths?

>>11658324
mmm which one is preheresy?

>>11658371
Ostrogoths. Definatly Ostrogoths, aka the 'Roman Goths'. They ran a successor state to rome for quite a long time, so defiantly the more stable of the two.

Visigoths, well, they had several cycles of forming up, raiding, taking over some area, ruleing it for awhile, falling apart due to infighting, and building alot of churches after converting to a different faith.

If that's not post heresy i don't know what.

Egyptian?
why not Persian or Babylonians

When we arrived on Prospero, Magnus stalked into his inner chambers, followed by the closest of his advisors. There, they would deliberate on the ruling of the Emperor and how it would apply to the Thousand Sons. The primarch and his closest sons did not come out for many weeks. When finally Lord Ahriman emerged from the pyramid towers that were Magnus’s haven, I was the first to greet him. I asked him of our father’s health and questioned what was to be done regarding our Legion’s purpose. The banishment of sorcery from our arsenal had affected us deeply, and many of us did not know what next to do.

Ahriman’s response to me would prove prophetic for the dark days to come.

"Events have been set in motion that even we cannot change, brother,” he had told me, “Hope that the Great Ocean is responsive to our pleas. Otherwise, I fear that damnation may be ours.”
Before I could question him further, he brushed past me, his attention focused on more important matters.

I did not consider seriously Ahzek’s words. The thought that anything could threaten a whole Space Marine Legion was laughable. We brought the entire universe under the heel of man, put to the sword countless xenos species, and united the fractured factions of humanity into an empire never before seen. We could not be defeated. The only beings that could match us in skill and valor were our fellow brothers in the other nineteen Legions. But they would never turn their weapons against us.

Or so I thought.

BAMP FOR MOAR

>>11658431
Then Ostrogoths Gothic it is!, alright boys its time to kick this idea into overdrive
lets change the 10k sons from Egyptian to Ostrogoth
>captcha: team." butinth
GO TEAM GO!

embarrassing question, HOW DO I ARCHIVE?!?!? THIS MUST BE PRESERVED!!!

I am not perfect. Far from it.

Humans as a species are fundamentally flawed. We Astartes, though genetically modified to be superior than a mere man, have inherited those flaws. While our strength is many times that of our nonaugmented kin, our hearts are very much human. Though our minds were altered to be work faster and with more efficiency, the thoughts that drift through our conscience are still very much human.

Many would argue that a Space Marine has surpassed the frailities of man, and transcended into something more powerful. They call us superhuman. Some go even further, and say we are angels.

I disagree.

While we Astartes have been modified to no longer resemble our weaker brethern, that does not change the fact that within our souls, we hold the same traits that makes mankind great and the same traits that makes us weak.

We make mistakes because we are still in some ways, human.

The Horus Heresy is the greatest testament to that fact.

I have made my share of mistakes as well. Errors that I wish I could undo. Things that I have come to regret.

My greatest remorse, is not showing my face to a woman who loved me.

>>11661979
oh fuck you

I was trailing a warband of Chaos Astartes. My battle barge had sufficient weapons to engage enemy ships in space, but I had no crew to man them. The lance batteries that jutted from my craft's surface and the Nova Cannon that took up most of the prow were inoperable without Mechanicus personnel and servitors. I was forced to wait until the Great Enemy deployed from their transports. Only on the ground were my Rubric Marines effective.

The warband I followed was not large. Barely three full squads. The majority of the raiders consisted of cultists and renegade Guardsmen. As such, their chosen target was a world with few defenses and no orbital support. Their target was a fuedal world called Naruon IV, and it was towards this planet I guided my battle barge.

My ship emerged from the Warp almost directly on top of the Chaos strike cruiser. They were caught completely wrong-footed.

Stormbirds brought me and one hundred of my brothers to the planet's surface. The others I sent on boarding torpedoes speeding towards the enemy cruiser, where they would fight for dominance for the ship's bridge. It was a risky manuever, but I had no other choice.

We touched down just as the raiders were in the middle of razing the planet's largest city. The streets were already slick with the blood of the innocent when I met the first traitor Astartes.

His armor was as red as human blood, with patches of black painted randomly across the ceramite. Not one from the old Legion, but I recognized the evil symbols he etched on his pauldrons.

Red Corsairs.

Before he could raise his weapon, thirty bolters thundered at once and ripped his body to shreds.

Holy shit. This thread, right here. ;-;

Also, captcha: broalgr collaborated.
most assuredly collaborated.

moar

bump

RED CORSAIRS, OH HELL YES!!!

Why doesn't he just get those people on his barge to be his crew as payment for housing? Just seems like a waste. also FOR THE LOVE OF THE EMPEROR CONTINUE!!!!!

I must know this Sorcerer's name. For posterity.

>>11618197
...wait so let me get this straight..."Soap" McTavish was reason of your downfall? This is believable

archived

>>11667115
knowledge for the knowledge god!

archives for the archived throne !

MOAR
OP = Dan Abnett?

Thrones for the Throne Skull!

So is OP this guy?
http://forums.spacebattles.com/showthread.php?t=171832

My brothers advanced stoically over the corpse choked streets, bolters flaring with muzzle discharge.

The cultists and renegade Guardsmen were busy engaging in acts of despoilment and did not notice our approach until too late. They were subsequently cut to pieces by disciplined volleys of fire. Return lasgun shots pattered off our ceramite protection like rain, utterly ineffective. Seeing that resistance was impossible, the traitor humans fled. Almost all of them were hurled from their feet, gaping holes torn into their backs.

No mercy to the enemies of the Emperor. No mercy to those who betrayed me.

We left the streets choked with even more dead.

The Red Corsairs, were a whole different matter. They were Astartes, and they would not run no matter how high the odds were stacked against them. The entire city became a massive scene of raging firefights as the Corsairs fought back. Attacking in small groups, they waged a ferocious defense, striking from hidden ambush points that hours ago, had been used by the warriors of Naruon IV.

There is a twisted irony in that, I suppose.

Had been this been any other army, such guerilla tactics would have worked. Men, be they mortal or Astartes, would have shed blood for every inch of land gained. My men were souls chained to their suits of armor, and the Corsair strategy was as effective as throwing a rock into an onrushing river in hopes of halting it.

Like a relentless tide, the Thousand Sons drove back the enemy, forcing them to retreat from their hiding holes, feet by feet, meter by meter, block by block.

I made a model of this guy to use as the BBEG in my DH game. Apologies for the shitty pic quality, but the best camera I have available is the one on my phone.

2/4

I fell that, coupled with the fact that he wears red armor, "The Betrayer" may confuse people as to his identity.

Finished.

please more

I BUMP

weird captcha

How the fuck is this thread still alive?

Tuesday to Saturday, and this thread has lasted this long?

That has got to be some sort of record for /tg/.

Well I can't just let a thread skirt the rules as blatantly as this one. Not the laws of man, but the laws of nature itself.

No thread should last this long.

It is time for a cleansing rain.

YOU SHALL NOT TOUCH THIS HOLY THREAD IT HAS BEEN BLESSED BY THE EMPEROR HIMSELF!!!!

so.... How is everyone doing? Just f5'ing the thread non-stop for the past 4 or so days? Yeah same here. Getting a little hungry but otherwise no complaints.

All is dust...

but not this thread.

I can not let you continue this abomination.

I don't know what picture this is. Maybe it's related?

>>11669781

You have my service studs.

>>11669872

Thousand sons dump?

This is my favorite of Van Gough's works. Cliche, I know. But there's a reason why that's a cliche.

>>11669928
oops, forgot the picture

>>11669928
If you are going to push the thread past the brink, at least stay on topic, you uncultured anon you. This is /tg/ and this is a thread about the Thousand Sons. Talk about them and 40k. If you can't think of anything, or you don't want to talk about 40k... then what are you doing here? Move to another thread and let this one die naturally.

derp

this thread shall last 10 millennia, as long as OP keeps the story rollin

Post moar my friend, MOAR !!

The last of the Red Corsairs were holed up in the city's palace. A construct of stone and granite, it was the defining piece of the entire city. As Ah'ton battered down the walls with his power fist, it soon became clear that the people of Naroun had fled to the inner cloisters for safety, hoping that the battlements would be sufficient enough to protect them. They were not.

As I strode over the rubble that Ah'ton had battered down, I was greeted with a scene of carnage and butchery.

Dead bodies lie strewn in everywhich direction, frames ruptured from bolter blasts. Some displayed the telltale signs of chainblade lacerations, their forms sundered into unrecognizable ruins. The soil drank deep that day the blood of innnocent men and women.

My plated boots took me into the inner sanctum. My brothers followed me as always, silent automatons whose only made noise was the snarling of their armored joints as they moved.

If the palace grounds was a place of butchery, then the inside could only be described as a charnel house.

Men and women lay where they fell, huddled together and in some cases holding each other. Blood flowed down the walls like streams, pooling in crimson puddles.

Four Astartes. That was all that was left of their band of thirty. But they had nevertheless slaughtered near a thousand people in the time it took me to break down the walls.

Sometimes I wonder if this universe would be better without the likes of us existing in it.

>>11671325

more my friend, continue your glorious work

BUMP!

This thread lives! bump!

hooray, you're back

BUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMP!

The leader of the Corsair band sat upon a throne of polished stone, no doubt belonging to the ruler of the city. His helm sat idly by his foot, green visors glinting malevolently. His revealed face was criscrossed with jagged scar tissue and across one of his cheeks was a tattoo of the eight pointed star. He smiled without remorse as I stepped towards him, my brothers at my back.

The last of his band, three Astartes, stood at his side, their weapons lowered.

Like the rest of the palace, the throne room was akin to a butcher's shop. Bloodied bodies lay unmoving on the tiled floor, crimson life fluid spilling from ruptured frames. These slain men and women were clad in elegant garments, now shredded by shell and monomolecular teeth. The world's nobility.

The Corsair champion saw the direction of my gaze and laughed.

"Men of noble blood deem themselves above their lesser kin," he said, his voice filled with phlgem and sounding of tortured metal, "I tested that theory today and found out their blood was just as red as those of peasant's."

He tossed something at me. It rolled to a halt before my feet. A crown. Stained with the blood of its wearer.

I gazed back at the Corsair, and his smile grew wider.

"The king tried to fight back," he told me, "Defend his subjects. I tore him apart with this."

He flexed the talons of his lightning claw, each admantium digit dripping with ichor.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Why not?" was his reply.

That was a question I had no answer to.

A psychic order from me caused my brothers to raise their bolters to shoulder level.

"Any last words?" I asked him.

"None," he smiled back.

One hundred boltguns roared as one and sent exploding shells slamming into corrupted ceramite.

you sir/madam are a god/goddess among men, i bend my knee to you. seriously the Tyrant should really have thought about publishing this with Black Library could make a whole book series, introduce a broader spectrum into 40k The traitors who didn't want to betray or were forced to a nice gray area like the Soul Drinkers but older. could have it where they still hold on to the Emperors original idea of no religion united humanity, doubt it would happen but a nice idea.

OP, you've created a wonderful piece of work. Keep it up.

I'm on a bump, bitch!

OP, Because of you, i will start chaos marines. But they will be like this, paying with pain to try and redeem themselves.
EMPEROR FUCKING BLESS YOU! YOU WONDERFUL FUCKING FA/TG/UY(or)CA/TG/IRL. FUCKING SALUTE YOU.

....but please hurry, I really want this story to continue.

>>11675951

I agree. The story must go on. Even if if takes another thread to do it.

>>11674712
The Sons of Malice didn't want to. The Flame Falcons, well, they're renegades, but they were nearly wiped out, and they are still loyal. Fuck, they're awesome, though.

>>11677562
I always liked their story.
"Man, this battle sucks."
"HOLY SHIT WE'RE ON FIRE oh wait, I'm not burning."
"This only harms our enemies, it must be a gift from the Emprah!"
"Yay, we won, let's celebrate on our homeworld!"
SUDDENLY GREY KNIGHTS WRECK THEIR SHIT. THEY ARE NEARLY OBLITERATED.
"I DON'T CARE THAT WE'RE ALMOST DEAD, WE SHALL STILL FIGHT FOR THE EMPRA!"
So they do. Fuck year.

Captcha says that MACIRMIN FOUND!

anyone knows macirmin?

OP, respect for you. Love, actually. You made me proud of /tg/ and of all wh40k fans.

>The Flame Falcons, well, they're renegades, but they were nearly wiped out, and they are still loyal.
> still loyal.
source?

>>11669928

It's Van Gogh.

That makes me think... how many loyalist renegade chapters are there?

I could imagine a whole underground system of renegade chapters, sharing information and supplies, secretly meeting loyalist Space Marines and radical Inquisitors and Adeptus Mechanicus members, working out daring missions below Imperial radar...

Alpha Marines (allegedly)
Ahriman's 1000 Sons
Soul-Drinkers
Relictors
not sure if the 13th SW Company count

Some folk suggested Flame Falcons but I never read that

>>11678493

>Ahriman
>Loyalist

wat.

>>11623406
The whole vision thing was Tzeentch's plan all along. Magnus' cabal summoned a daemon to tell the Emperor (Daemons!). It also didn't help that this daemon-spell destroyed a fair portion of the Imperial Webway and led to the use of the Golden Throne by the Emperor in order to stop a huge portal of chaos from opening in the middle of the Imperial Palace.

Did Magnus forsee that like his vision of the betrayal? Nope, it was Tzeentch.

Also, epic fanfic is epic.

>>11678528

THIS THREAD

I CAME WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND SONS

>>11678419
They are now the Legion of Damned.
Fuck yeah, we are like the Ghost Rider but cooler.

>>11678419
>It is not known how many marines survived, but there have been sightings of immolated marines on more than one Imperial battlefield.

>>11678863
Ah, you are confusing them with the Fire Hawks

>>11678863
That's the Fire Hawks. Completely different.

>>11678517
Ahriman doesn't think himself a servant of Chaos or the Imperium, he's on an eternal quest for knowledge.

>>11678877
"And what are the achievements of your fragile Imperium? It is a corpse rotting slowly from within while maggots writhe in its belly. It was built with the toil of heroes and giants, and now it is inhabited by frightened weaklings to whom the glories of those times are half-forgotten legends. I have forgotten nothing, and my wisdom has expanded far beyond mere mortal frailties."
-Ahriman of the Thousand Sons.

>>11678874
They look fucking similiar
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Flame_Falcons
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Fire_Hawks

Stupid Spontaneous human combustion

>>11678912
FUCK YEAH, FIRE HAWKS!!
Our symbol is a fucking nuke explosion!!

>>11678912
...That doesn't even show what they look like.

>>11678877
And the moment Ahriman finishes his quest of knowledge, Tzeentch will steal his brain and use it to destroy the Eldar first, and after that everyone else.

Ahrimans quest must fail, for the universe to survive.

>>11678965

Oh no, when Ahriman completes his quest, he might have a chance to go back in time and undo the mistakes that caused the heresy. For what is Tzeentch if not the patron of Change? A plan to change the very fabric of time and space, to rewrite history and undo what was done is going to be smiled upon. Whether it will work out how Ahriman plans is a completely different matter entirely, however.

That's my crackpot theory, anyway.

>>11678993
That's Ahriman's plan maybe... but remember, Tzeentch doesn't give a fuck about his followers.

Even less than Slaanesh or Khorne.

Wasn't stated that if Ahriman breaks into Black Libary (what is part of his quest for knowledge) there will be possibility that he becomes a new Chaos god?

Also, I agree with opinion that Ahriman loaths current Chaos gods as much as Imperium. If he could reverse Horus Heresy he probably would, but now... It's all about "fuck them all".

Need moar

I tremendiously enjoyed reading this. Thank you for writing and publishing this. :)

>>11679245
what this guy said

i'm enjoying this greatly op, thank you.

feel like looking for night lords fiction now

>>11679014Ahirman enters webway, hires Dark Eldar to fight Craftworld Eldar

>>Dark Eldar and CWE wind up having heart to heart bonding moment with their estranged cousins, hugs exchanged, many dead chaos marines later.

When the last shell casing clattered to the floor, all four of the Corsairs were dead. Their leader was slumped over his throne, the smile still etched on his features. I demolished that leering face with a blast from my plasma pistol.

There was nothing left for me to do here. I spun on my heel to leave.

A pitiful cry stopped me in my tracks.

A woman, barely having weathered twenty seasons, dragged herself towards me. Not me, I realized. Her path was towards the lump of destroyed flesh by the feet of the dead Corsair champion. The slain king. She knelt by the butchered man and hugged him close, not caring for the red ichor that splashed onto her white dress. A daughter to the ruler I assumed.

Her wails of lamentation did not move my heart. I am Astartes, born and bred for war. I have heard the cries of grief from both friend and foe for many centuries. What was this one more to the other countless screams and shrieks over a lifetime of war?

I turned once more to leave.

"Wait!" the woman cried out to me in desperation.

She crawled towards me, her leg trailing blood. A bolter round had smashed into the floor beside her, detonating and splintering apart the bones in her thigh with concussive force. She would never walk again.

Her arms locked around my leg in a desperate embrace and I marvelled at the strength humans possessed when in peril. She looked up at me with tears glistening down her cheeks.

"Please," she begged, "Take me away from this place. I beseech you."

>>11678993
I like to think so as well, cool.

>>11681007

Cool, now he has a pet.

BUMP FOR MOAR

>>11681007
Dear God OP hurry the fuck up. Don't get me wrong this stuff is great but it's been 5 days now

1.Turn story into animated series
2.Put it on adult swim
3.?????
4.Profit!

>>11681509
Bwahaahah!

>>11682176
Agreeing. So much.

OP:
>08/10/10(Tue)23:07
Current time
>08/15/10(Sun)15:52
Wow. 5 days, that's a pretty impressive thread life.

I considered the woman's plea.

One part of me refused the idea of bringing her with me. Compassion is not in the mindset of a Space Marine. The Emperor forged us from his own blood and flesh for only one purpose. To destroy the enemies of mankind. What could this woman do to aid me in that purpose? What could this fragile mortal do to help me on the battlefield?

The other part of me disagreed.

War was one purpose in many. The Emperor created us not only to wage war but also to protect mankind. We were made to better the realms of men, and to guard the Imperium from the clutches of xenos breeds. Was it not my duty to protect this woman? Was the guardianship of this fragile thing not my purpose?

In the end, my considerations were unnecessary. The waves of the Great Ocean had already decreed what was to be done.

I gave my staff-blade to a brother to hold. I holstered my plasma pistol.

My hands, armored in crimson ceramite, reached for the woman. She shrank back in fear. She knew what these two gauntlets could do to human flesh. The evidence lay all around her.

I brought the delicate human to my chest. She cried out softly. My hands were not gentle. They had been too calloused by war for that.

In this way I carried her from the place she once called home.

>>11682547
kinda reminds me of this

http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Thousand_Son_and_Guardswoman

Holy shit, this thread is still going?

Is it just me, or are the Thousand Sons the most prone to being the most human? For all their mutation and separation, writefaggery seems to always pull them closer back to humanity than anyone else.

Nah. The Salamanders would probably be the most human out of all of the original Legions.

I just chose the Thousand Sons for this writefaggotry because I finished Graham McNeil's book on them for the Horus Heresy series. They strike me in particular as a very tragic Legion.

>>11683151

It's because they've lost so much that any glimmer of humanity really sticks out.

>>11683232
>OP posting
HOLY SHIT MAN, I NEED TO ASK YOU SOMETHING.

What's this sorc's name/what advice do you have for using him in a Dark Heresy: Ascension campaign?

>>11683232

Do you think the blame for this falls on Magnus, Ahriman, Tzeentch, or the Emprah?

More for the love of god more

>>11683299
Not the OP, but I reckon it's all Magnus.

>>11683299
all of them

>>11683262
The sorcerer is unnamed as of yet. As for the Dark Heresy campaign, I would probably have him arrive when the players are emboiled in a battle with the big bad. Have the sorcerer give some help and then say some things before disappearing.

Ex:
"Do not mistake my intentions, children of the Imperium. We are not allies in this."
"Your Imperium is not mine. But we share the same Emperor. A curious circumstance, no?"
"Evil has been destroyed. Alas the entire galaxy is filled with evil."

>>11683299
Magnus most likely. He saved the Thousand Sons from their genetic mutation by bargaining with Tzeentch, which was what led to the eventual downfall of XV Legion. In the Horus Heresy series, at the end of novel about the Thousand Sons, Ahriman actually says he will invoke the Rubric to bring his Legion back to its glorious self in the Emperor's eyes.

bump for more

>>11679014
And what could he possibly be the god of? KNOWLEDGE?..........NAH

BOOKS FOR THE BOOK GOD
BRAINS FOR THE BRAIN THRONE

Hold the line until it is archived!!! Hold the line, damn it! ARCHIVE, FOR THE SAKE OF MANKIND!!! Emperor provides, and we protect! Hold!

I brought the woman back to my battle barge in orbit. The boarding action against the enemy cruiser had been extremely effective. My two hundred brothers crushed the opposition with little effort. We left the enemy ship a burning wreck in the cold of space.

I carried the female human to the places where others of her kind dwelled. I was promised that she would be cared for. And so, I strode back to the bridge of my ship, the woman forgotten from my mind.

A week later, and I came back to check upon my human charges. I was fortunate in my timing. The woman I had just recently saved was huddled in a corner, a crowd of angry men and women screaming obscenities at her. The crowd had stones in their hands.

My presence halted the woman's persecution.

I asked them why they would do this.

Their ringleader, a middle-aged man with an unkempt mustache, was pushed to the front. He told me that the woman was a witch, a latent psyker who had threatened the others. He was lying. My mind discerned what falsehoods he kept in secrecy in the depths of his conscience. He lusted after the woman. When he made his advances known, she had refused. When he had persisted, she had cried out for others to help. His black heart had hated her ever since.

I was shocked. Shocked that such evil could dwell within the souls of beings I was sworn to protect. This man was willing to kill another out of sheer jealousy and petty spite. He did not deserve to be saved.

I waved a hand in his direction and he screamed. I boiled the blood in his veins, shattered apart every bone in his body, and melted the flesh from his frame. He collapsed, and the others shrank back in fear.

"No more," I told them, and carried the frightened woman away.

>>11684086
Gods dammit, someone call Black Library! This guy needs to be on their paylist post-haste!

i declare this group of marines the Ageless Sons. they fight in silence, eliminate all threats, never age and harder then holy fuck to drop. the perfect marines most loyal to the emprah for they have seen what the darkest of the chaos gods has to offer and their leader turned away. dear god this must turn into a series of books or something if GW or BL have a brain in their heads they need to go for this. think if Dan Abnet or Graham McNeil got ahold of this. it would cause empy to get off his throne give a bow and a curtsey then sit his dead ass back down

Whichever of you guys on /tg/ dreamed this up and shared with us, you are truly my hero.

I thank you for this, although I believe there is more to come...

>>11684086
just finished reading up to this point and all I can say is this is simply awesome OP pleas continue

May this thread never die.

Tried to make em in Firestorm over Kronus, did the best I could.

OP's God of Death 40k/Warcraft crossover is also surprisingly good consider how much I loathe Warcraft. It had me googling Warcraft wikias for bkg info. 10/10.

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2207877/Tyrant_of_the_East

Is "Wayward Sons" your name for this Warband?

Holy shit how is this thread still going

>thriants eqtesade

To the creators of these 40K fanfics, all I have to say is this.

You magnificent bastards!! ^__^..b

Fucking brilliant!

bump for more! Very well written!

BUMPAGE

Carry On My Wayward Sons...

From then on, this woman would be my only living companion.

She was too badly maimed by the Red Corsairs to move on her own. The majority of the times I had to carry her in my arms. Over time, I grew used to her delicate arms wrapped around my neck and her fragile weight in my hands. But the one thing I never grew used to, was the smile she showed me everytime she rested in my arms.

She said her name was Sylvia. I did not answer when she asked me for my own name.

Our bond grew as the days passed into weeks, and the weeks into months. Warp travel was tedious at best, and the only company I had before, were my silent brothers.

Sylvia was everything I hoped a companion could be. She was intelligent, despite hailing from a feudal world. She had a thirst for knowledge, and would ask me many questions regarding the universe. She was kind and considerate, and would question me on my health everytime I returned from a battle. She was also very beautiful, but that to me, is meaningless. I wanted only someone who could reply to my words and listen to my troubles.

Yes. I know. Surprisingly human of me, isn't it? But then again, we Astartes never did fully cast off our humanity.

In retrospect, I should have seen the signs. Many times, she would begin a conversation about love or ask me if I had loved anyone in my past life. Each time, I responded as only a Space Marine can.

Love, to us, is a foreign thing. While we love our fellow brothers in arms, our primarch, and the Emperor, that in itself, is the love of brotherhood. The love a man gives to a woman and vice versa, we could not understand.

I told her this each time she brought up the subject. After my explanation, her smile would grow sad and her eyes would become wistful.

The signs were there, but I did not see them.

BUMP IN THE EMPERORS NAME!