why is abaddon derp-eyed?

>>30958881
Seems alright to me.

>>30958897
You're talking about one of the most badass and competent characters of the setting, mang.

>>30958911
He looks like a Cossack on this one. He should wear his hair like this, instead of that retarded THING.

Horusfag, sweetie, are you gonna upload your Erebus story to the wiki anytime soon? Same goes for the rest of yous.

>>30958863
Confirmed: Bill Murray to play Abbadon in 40k movie.

I'm already starting to regret choosing that pic.

>>30958959
I KNEW that his face looks familiar for some reason.

>>30958930
yeah but on the other hand eccentric hairstyles are typical of the Black legion. Even as the Luna Wolves, ever since they started recruiting Cthonians, they've been very punk/delinquent-themed

they're like the Cromartie High School legion.

>>30959004
Cossack were more rad.

>>30958976
Don't worry, it will either help to lure more people or not. And I have to go to sleep anyway, as I'm sleepy and want to get up early in order to donate blood.

Query: Did we ever establish a name for the Inquisitor holding Terra hostage?

>>30959165
Not really. I heard someone refer to him as the Old Inquisitor, but apart from that, he's all yours.

>>30958959
I wasn't the only one I see, to see that. Sadly no one will ever believe us.

>>30959165
Yeah, I'm shit tier at naming, so I just called him the Old Man on Terra and said he called himself the Hand of the Emperor.

>>30959210
Wonderful.

>captcha: Mazzini dinaryi
We have a wiener!

>>30958954
Yeah dude I'll do that sometime soon. I've got it all saved so no worries. I haven't yet done spelling checks and stuff, I'll do that during the weekend (YAY FRIDAY)
>>30958959
cannot unsee *plucks eyes*
>>30959243
incidentally Mazzini afair was the dude that royally fucked Garibaldi over when he was a politician, it fits

THE GLORIOUS TALE OF HOW ANGRY PEOPLE CAN GET SHIT DONE


„When faced with heresy, the man that yells in rage will not hear the deceit”

Of hatred and despair, an exegesis in 4 tomes – author unknown


The yellow battle barge, Litany of Litany's Litany II, that emerged from warp at the orbit of Cataris II immediately began scanning the system for threats. Onboard were two full Companies of Astartes, with orders to „GO THERE AND CHECK THAT SHITSTAIN OF A SYSTEM FOR ANY FUCKING HERETICS. KILL STUFF AND HEAD THE FUCK BACK”, and they were eager to comply.

Near the planet closest to the systems star was the source of the problem – a small warp rift, that tore through the Materium after an especially bloody conflict in the neighbouring sector – which intel saw as a potential enemy supply route.

So far no signatures were detected by the sensors.

WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS THIS, WHERE ARE THOSE FAGGOTS – yelled Brother Sedus. - GET US DOWN THERE, NOW. - he pointed to a servitor.

>>30958863
Now I really wonder how Lorgar (the uncorrupted one) would react to the Knights Repentant...

>>30959414
>cannot unsee *plucks eyes*
What you know about unseeing. Yesterday on HH Book 3 from FW thread I have seen Alpharius who was compared to Mussolini. Now THAT is hard to unsee.

THE IMPERIAL PALACE
The Emperor strode the ancient corridors of the Imperial palace, dressed only in a long sheet that he had wrapped around himself like a toga. A pair of Adeptus Custodes walked behind him, struggling to keep up with his enormous strides. The Palace was in turmoil, facilities that had not been used for ten thousand years were being hastily staffed and re-opened. Although no-one wanted to admit it, very few of them had expected that the Emperor would awaken within their lifetimes. A frantic search was underway for the Emperor's wardrobe, the only place where clothing that would fit the Emperor's titanic frame could be found. The Palace kitchens were desperately searching for records of the Emperor's favourite delicacies, every chef wanting to be the one to impress him. Word had been sent that the mechanicum's fabricator-general was en route from recently embattled Mars, wanting to study the golden throne now that it wasn't being used. The Custodes were in a state of controlled panic, few of them had imagined their job involving anything more than standing around alot. Now the one they had sworn to guard was walking around the palace wearing an enormous bedsheet.
"This is surreal." One of the Custodes muttered to the other, shaking his head. The Emperor's foot caught on the edge of his sheet and he stumbled for a moment, then cast a glance back at his guards.
"How is the search for my clothing going?"
"Slowly, my lord. The palace does cover nearly a quarter of the planet's surface, and no-one can remember where your chambers are."
"The west wing, in the 43rd spire."
One of the Custodes keyed his comlink and spoke rapidly to one of the searchers, whilst the other spoke up:
"If I may ask, where are we going?"
"The kitchens of course. I am hungry."
"Ah." The custodian keyed his comlink and spoke to his fellows in the kitchens. The burst of expletives on the other end did little to improve his mood.

>>30959801
Just a little one here, I just wondered what the Imperial Palace would be like the day after Big E woke up. May continue, but I'm not feeling too happy about this one.

>>30959647
I was there for the first one of those. Takes me back.

>>30959801
inb4 "the king is naked" reference

>>30959894
I honestly didn't think of that.
>inb4 the emperor's new clothes

OK, one last idea drop before going to sleep:

1) As Horus killed Chaos!Erebus and Good!Lorgar crushed Heresy!Kor Phaeron, Kor Phaeron automatically gains leading power in Dark Council that leads Word Bearers in Sicarus.
Chaos!Phaeron would start to feel fire under his ass, so he would inform Daemon!Lorgar of the current events, which would lead to Chaos!Lorgar going to his epic rap battle debate with Loyal!Lorgar. After all, Erebus was the reason Kor Phaeron couldn't talk to Lorgar, because Erebus had more popularity in the Team Apostle.

2) In HH series, Erebus for some reason killed Argen Tal. Erebus was most likely swayed to Chaos by Kor Phaeron before Monarchia, so guy would feel his ass burning even more than Chaos!Phaeron. I suggest Argel Tal killing Erebus before he would manage to escape to the Eye, in an ironic justice.

>>30959850
And they are still not fleshed out yet. Though on one thread (http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/30933018) where anons were talking about old stuff on /tg/, they got mentioned and finally got a idea for a Chapter Symbol.

The Knights aren't simply a Word Bearers successor, but the true Word Bearers in general. So, why not take their old Legion symbol and update it to 40K? Thus the only thing they got into their symbol was a golden hourglass shaped Möbius into the background of the Word Bearers symbol.

Now only flesh out the characters (such as their Chapter Master, their Dreadnought Sebastian and Samuel (and Akiakos, the Contemptor Chaplain), as well Daedalus Rimalski (what a guy)), flesh out their Chapter unique units, maybe even coin up their own Codex.

Even that one anon called Friendly Anon made a Black Templar (somewhat) style vow that summer 2014 will be the time of unfleshed Chapters made fleshed out.

>>30959475
I'm waiting with anticipation for the rest...

Russ ducked under the sweep of another massive arm, swinging his frost blade at it and seeing the blade glance off, yet again. Magnus, to his left was faring little better, trickles of blood running from the corners of his eyes as every thunderbolt and fireball he hurled at the enemy glanced off. Russ looked up into the sneering silver face and roared a fenrisian curse at it. The great silver fist descended again, too quickly to dodge. Magnus set his feet, and Pushed. The enemy's fist hovered just feet above the sorcerer's outstretched hands, trembling as the foul creature pushed for all it was worth. Seeing the foe's attention fixed on Magus, Russ charged the monster's body proper, batting away silver tendrils that reached for him, before swinging with all his might at the enemy's torso. The shock vibrated up the Great Wolf's arms, but the enraged scream that tore at his ears, told him that he had hurt it. His train of thought was brought to an abrupt halt as the eldritch winds that tore at his hair and pelts increased a thousandfold. Russ planted his sword in the ground and clung to the grip, feeling the wind ripping the skins from his armour as it tried to pick him up. Even as metal snowflakes tore at his skin like claws, the Great wolf smiled, this was nothing to a fenrisian blizzard. The wind halted abruptly, and Russ barely had time to open his eyes before a metal fist slapped him into the air.
Russ tumbled head-over-heels, struggling to maintain his sense of direction as he flew. A force stopped him, and lowered him gently to the ground. He caught Magnus' eye and nodded. The sorcerer nodded back, just before a thunderbolt exploded in the metal snow before him, hurling him off his feet. The ground quaked as the enemy strode towards them. Russ tightened his grip on his sword and glared defiantly into the metal face. It wasn't smiling anymore. The terrible figure towered over Russ like a mountain, and raised its fist for a killing blow.

>>30960440
Russ spared a moment's glance for Magnus, lying stunned in a snowbank. The Sorcerer closed his eyes for a moment... then a thunderbolt leapt from his hand, straight at Russ. The bolt went past the Primarch and hit his sword with a mighty flash. The sword glowed and trembled in Russ' grip, as though trying to get free. The massive fist descended. Russ dived out of the way, and brought the crackling frostblade down on the monster's wrist. The monster screamed in genuine pain as its hand fell away, white light streaming from the stump. Russ looked into the creature's eyes and realised he wouldn't get a better chance. He pivoted on his left leg, and hurled the blade straight at the enemy's face. The ancient frostblade planted itself to the hilt in the creature's forehead. Russ would never forget the frozen look of horror. The creature trembled for a second, light spilling out of every orifice. Then it exploded with a sound like worlds colliding.

>>30960030
Both are good.

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>>30960602
After what could have been a thousand years, Russ dragged himself out of the metal snowdrift he had faceplanted into. As the adrenaline wore off, the pain of his injuries began to make themselves known. He limped over to the giant lying on his back in a snowdrift, and collapsed next to him.
"Did we win?" rasped Magnus. Russ rolled onto his side:
"Most certainly. I doubt there's enough left to make a mug with."
A hand weakly slapped his pauldron.
"Well done. Now, if you don't mind, I'll just have a rest here. These snowbanks are strangely comfortable."
Russ pushed himself back to his feet:
"You have fun."
He turned and began to limp towards the crater. Magnus spoke up:
"Where are you going?"
"Get my sword back."

>>30960440
>>30960602
>>30960766
I don't know how this is supposed to fit into our timeline, but I felt I needed to write something before I went to bed.

More Spess Magpie goodness.

>One month later, on board the Omnis Arcanum...

“Chapter Master Kyras, we've received a message from Captain Angelos,” one of the chapter serfs informed the hulking figure of Azariah Kyras. “He reports that he has recovered the Land Raider and is en route now to deliver it to the Omnis Arcanum...”

Kyras cut him off with a loud “Excellent! Soon we shall return this great machine to the battlefield and lay waste to our foes.” He smiled as he thought to himself “If my suspicions are correct then I have found the Obsidian Chariot itself and I will take great pleasure in dedicating it to mighty Khorne, as well as depriving the Salamanders of a prize, as well as their Primarch.”

However the serf spoke again. “My lord, that wasn't the entire message.” “Oh? Well then continue. What else does Angelos report?”

“He has informed us that he has diverted course to Segmentum Solar to aid in the defence of Terra and will send word as soon as he has new information.”

Kyras' fury was easily visible on his face. Did Angelos know what he had there? Vulkan's own Land Raider would certainly be quite the boon to any force who managed to deploy it.“How dare he defy my orders?!” he raged. “Tell the astropaths to send Captain Angelos this message: He is to return to the Omnis Arcanum with the Land Raider immediately!” he bellowed to the young serf, when he remembered that this was a serf he had not yet managed to corrupt. Quickly recovering himself, he added: “It would be foolish to attempt an assault on the forces besieging Terra with only three ships and three companies of Marines. He should return from his current mission and then we will decide what to do about Terra.” “At once my lord,” the serf replied, still slightly frightened from the Chapter Master's outburst.

>>30961655
“Angelos...” he muttered through gritted teeth. His thoughts turning to the 3rd Company captain, “He has doubted me from the second I returned from the Judgement of Carrion. He watches and waits for me to make a mistake, so he can then denounce me in front of the entire Chapter! But I will not allow him the satisfaction!”
> The Litany of Fury, also a month later...

Gabriel had gathered the Headquarters units of all three companies under his command in the briefing room of the Litany of Fury to discuss the recent and future events. The Siege of Terra was well under way. The astropaths were still receiving messages infrequently urging all loyal units, be they Astartes or Guardsmen, to hurry to Terra's relief.

“My brothers,” Gabriel began, when everyone had settled into the room, “a month has passed and we have learned some more about the situation on Terra. Our own 3rd Company Librarian Isador Akios has been attempting to send messages to the Inquisitor responsible for our weekly assistance calls. Isador?”

“Yes, Gabriel,” he announced as he stood to take the floor Gabriel had yielded. “My attempts were focussed on relaying a message to the source of the messages we have been receiving. In the past month that we have been travelling I have sensed, as I'm sure my Brother-Librarians gathered here have as well, that the messages being sent were from a single source, rather than the efforts of a psychic choir.

“This would of course imply the sender is indeed a powerful psyker being able to send such clear communications through the void at such great distances and I believe I know who it is. Inquisitor-Lord Mazzini, an old, and frail-bodied man but with a mental and psychic strength that far exceeds our own Chief Librarian, Chapter Master Kyras.

“I met him once. He toured the Librarium of the Omnis Arcanum some years ago to survey some of the relics our chapter has recovered.” Davian Thule made an audible cough.

>>30961676
“What was your opinion of him when you met him, Isador?” enquired Gabriel. “A hard liner in every sense,” was the Librarian's reply. “He recited four different Litanies of Hate, four times in a day, every day. One for the Eldar, one for the Orks, one for the Tau, and finally one for heretics. He spat his words most frequently when reciting that one. I think his inspection of our chapter's relics was motivated by a hunt for anything tainted by the Warp. His faith in the God-Emperor borders on obsession. If Terra were to be threatened, in the absence of any real leadership, I could see him attempting to seize control and, if need be... destroy Terra itself.”

“I see,” said Gabriel thoughtfully. “You, as well as our other honoured Librarians, have also been sending out messages into the void to gather information on the foes besieging Terra. Do you have anything new to report?”

“I've been in contact with a number of astropathic choirs from various out posts and they all say that a large fleet emerged from the Warp that travelled from Segmentum Pacificus, and having conferred with our other Librarians, they confirm this much.”

“Another potential Pacificus rebellion, it would seem. There's something else though, isn't there?” questioned Gabriel, with a hint of irritation that Isador didn't immediately tell them (or him) everything.

Isador hesitated for a moment then continued. “There are some scattered reports of the Pacificus forces bearing the insignia of the Luna Wolves. As well as the Word Bearers, World Eaters, Emperor's Children, the Iron Hands, and so on. Every legion that fell or lost a Primarch has been reported as currently besieging Terra itself.”

The room stood silent and Isador resumed his seat.

>>30961689
And that's it for now.

>>30960276
So, are they loyalists? Or dudes who betrayed and then repented? (Archives isn't loading.)

Just based on the idea, I'd imagine they'd have some Grey Knight-like rituals. Do they bind Daemons?

Either way, I imagine they'd be a huge inspiration to Lorgar and he might remodel his legion to more closely mirror their stuff.


So far as Taimak's legion, what do we want to call it? Sons of Thunder? Peacebringers?

I'd imagine a first chapter captain and beast master named Wojtek.

Void Reavers has their Primarch with no name, who variously goes by Morgan Ironbeard, Ishmael, or simply The Captain. We've the implication of a council of 13 and a few captains of chapters, which seem to have a battle barge per chapter.
I've named a Captain Ramius of the Second Chapter and master of the Nyx.

Other ideas for characters? I think it'd also be neat to do officer exchange program stories for some of the legions, like Alpha Legion and Ultramarines, mostly for the THIS ACTION IS NOT SUPPORTED BY THE CODEX, while Titus would totally be making shit explode while cracking jokes with the Alpha Legion dudes.
I also imagine some funny buddy cop style antics between a Night Lord and a Raven Guard

>>30962227
Oh, and what do you guys think of Magnus and or Lorgar dispatching some of their marines with the other legions for daemon control purposes, as Magnus and Lorgar would likely be the anti-chaos dudes?

We can even have people like Pert and Moritarion grumbling about it with the implication that the Lion, who's likely warmaster while Horus is doing his 'walking the earth' thing, still doesn't trust them. Which the Lion totally would do.
Actually, Broatman Gorrilla would likely encourage seconding and regular rotation as a way to prevent excessive power collection and as civil head, he'd likely have quite a bit of sway.

So yeah, administrative quarrels between the Lion, Gorilla, and other dudes before E-Money wakes up.

>>30962227
>Captain Ramius
You know, it's been a long time since I watched Hunt for Red October.

>>30962227
The Knights Repentant are a loyalist Word Bearer force that splintered off from the rest of the party. Their big gig is they're maintaining the fanatical faith they always have, but now against their traitorous brethren. They'd probably be mixed up to hear of their renounced brothers returning to the fold and not as heretics.

As for Taimak's legion, they're the Sons of Thunder. I'm making DW rules for them as we speak.

>>30961655
>>30961676
>>30961689
Anyone think this was any good?

>>30963906
I am just more curious to see where this is heading, but it seems fine so far.

>>30961079
Raven... You truly have done /tg/ proud.... And as a person delusional enough to think I'm Astartes, I shall forever consider you my battle brother for your literary work

>>30963906
Pretty good.

>>30963906

The problem is that I don't have any context. How did Magnus and Russ come to fight the silver being? What exactly is the silver being?

>>30964053
Honestly I don't really know myself. It just kind of comes to me as I write. I mean, I have ideas that pop into my head about where to take things but the meat of it all just comes as I'm typing away.

>>30964392
Forgot my name.

>>30964355
Not the Anon you're replying to but I seem to remember someone mentioning a fit between Magnus and a Lord of Change.

>>30964414
>fit
I meant fight, of course.

>>30958863
Hey guys, i kinda just want to point out, perhaps not EVERY Primarch should defeat their double? It just seems to me that even though the Primarchs are back, they shouldn't be just rolf stomping chaos so hard. I mean, it seems like every ChaosPrimarch has been beaten, aside from logar. At this point, what can chaos even do to stop the Imperium?

>>30964603

By snapping off the proverbal salient.

Here, have some orks
(Excuse quality, on my phone)

Across the rolling plains of the desert world, the sounds of war could be heard, the sure proof of a ork infestation. Indeed, the Roks and Kruisers hanging above the planet only cemented the fact. For the moment, they sat still, unlike most ork navys. But this was not just a ork navy. It was the personal fleet of the prophet of the waaagh, Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka, destroyer of Armageddon. And right now, the Warboss sat on his thrown

"Oi boss, watz you doin" said a inquisitive mega-nob, looking upon the gigantic Ork sitting on the Kruiser Command thrown. For the past five minutes, a millennia to orks, the warboss sat almost completely still, only occasionally saying "gotz ya" or "Roight". The mega nobs question was quickly responded to by a swift thump on his head. "Shut ye mouth, ya grot! Dontz you know hez talkin with Gork an' mork? Hez figgerin out werez the waagh will lead uz!" Said Gorgutz, Ghazgull's most recent lieutenant. Silently apologizing while rubbing his head, the Nob looked back to the Warboss, pondering what in the name of zog the Warboss was experiencing. But that was only know to the warboss him self

Cont.

>>30964941
Fuck, sorry guys,my next post was deleted. Basically Ghazgull found a Old one relic that turns his boys into Krork and gives him a super boost. He than plans to steal the Emperor's waagh and warband

Gather round my fellow Astartes as I regale you with the story of how Morgan Ironbeard looted Huron Blackhearts arm.

Lord Huron was a tenacious enemy, a great warrior, but far from dumb, and far from talented enough to fight a Primarch a living fucking demigod was far out of his league and he was intelligent enough to confess this to his own soul. He walked to the most competent officer on the bridge and prepared to give his final order before escaping with his few trusted confidants.
"Tell the Astartes to head to the evacuation bay, and tell any mortals on board to attack the intruders. Their lives should at least buy us some time." He shrugged his shoulders in calloused apathy.
"Least they'll be worth something now."
The Astartes he was speaking to suddenly rose and walked towards the entrance of the bridge along with the entire bridge crew. When they reached the door the Astartes stood silently as statues and drew their power weapons still not speaking a word.
"What is the meaning of this mutiny?! You fucking dregs! How dare you defy me! I gave you an order."
The lead Astarte cocked his head inquisitively.
"Who are you to defy me?! I am The Lord of all corsairs!"
The Astarte at the front laughed harshly in his face.
"I am centurion Nero Damocles, son of Trajan!" He removed his helmet showing blood red skin covered in tattoos and pierced through with metal rings.
"And these are my friends, Alpharius, Alpharius, Alpharius, Alpharius, oh and of course Alpharius." A violent smile spread from ear to ear. He stepped to the side and slammed his fist on a button. The sound of massive footfalls became far louder as the bridges door opened.
"And of course, my good friend Morgan Ironbeard."

Sorry for injecting my home brew chapter Sons of Trajan, but their homeworlds in the pacificus and I'm an egotist, feel free to change it to the main mutinous corsair into another alpha if u want to before 1d4channing

>>30965434

If your post got deleted then re-post it instead of apologizing. If you didn't make that comment then no one would've noticed.

>>30965488
>"And these are my friends, Alpharius, Alpharius, Alpharius, Alpharius, oh and of course Alpharius."

YOU SON OF A BITCH, MY SIDES! YOU HAVE COST ME MY SIDES!

>inheritance mullyul
Why yes I inherited these!

>>30965488

Morgan Ironbeard. I like that name. All in favor of that being the name of the pirate primarch?

>>30965562

The last name is made up by Morgan himself obviously.

>>30965513
Of course since he wasent born with it he just one day went
"Fuck it, Ironbeard fits and is awesome.... My last names Ironbeard now boys!"
The only answer
"Aye aye"

>>30965544
Can I offer fries as a substitute?

>>30965513
No, it was deleted BEFORE i got a chance to post it.

>>30965562
I prefer it as his most commonly given pseudonym. Something about the theatrics of the sea appeals to me.

Why Bill Murray? Why?

Took me damn-near long enough, but I've finally made DW rules for the Sons of Thunder, alongside a written segment explaining their past, and a couple other things.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wfuux0BW3JLaJ1BrUsF7UNkgn0P8G4BZOEos-73HMNA/edit?usp=sharing

>>30965434
That's perfect! Did you see the thing I had about the evacuation of Armageddon in the last thread?

>>30964712
And yeah, I think we were thinking that there was to be a massive host coming towards terra after Cadia fell and that the emperor's ascension was going to mess with the boundaries between Terra and the warp, resulting in leaking daemons.
All this change must be fueling Tzneetch like mad.

>>30958863
Bill Murray

>>30966008

You wrote it before. You can write it again.

>>30966122
>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wfuux0BW3JLaJ1BrUsF7UNkgn0P8G4BZOEos-73HMNA/edit?usp=sharing
Oh fuck yes!

I'll see about making some 30k/40k listings and the IA for the Reavers.

>>30966166
>>30966129
Ill try again in a little while, if i don't pass out.

>>30966181
Does it look too snowflakey? I wasn't sure how I'm supposed to work for this Chapter, so I just tried to keep to a certain theming here.

>>30965628
<3

>>30966545
No, I mean it's pretty clear they got in shit tonnes of trouble for their xeno friendly ways and are only now coming back into the fold. Though I might clarify that Taimak's attitude towards the nids isn't 'THEY HAVE FEELINGS TOO', but is more 'Come on guys, they're animals and all animals can be trained. Just a matter of figuring out how.'
Kind of like how in Gundam Unicorn, Bolanger is a bit whiny and preachy about PEACE and LOVE, but unlike Setsuna from 00, Bolanger gets his ass kicked for it, or people die because of him. Sure, he's right, usually, but he's not LOL-AUTOWIN.

I also really like how you brought Lord Tengu in there.

I'm going to try something about Captain Morgan

>>30966405
ehereal winds of the warp blew across Ghazgull's Bulky body. The currents of the warp here were strong enough to cut through even the hulls of ships, and over ride the defenses of even the most powerful of Eldar wards, but yet The warboss marched valiantly. Nothing could get between the Prophet and his gods. As he strode through the crater filled planet, around him the wars of past, present and future exploded into a beautiful picture, to a ork at least. Peering over one side could show anything from Necron warriors cutting down eldar Warriors with guass fire to the Emperor facing down his traitorous son Horus. He was even allowed glimpses into the future, but he covered his eyes when those visions approached. He didn't want to ruin the suprise of seeing who won.

As he neared his objective, he once again began to feel the all too familiar tremors. The Titans were warring, as usual. If Ghazgull were to make a guess, he figgured the planet had a few hours left before the entire planet shattered. But it wouldn't take that long, he hoped at least.

As the Tremors grew stronger, the battles became more familiar to the Warboss. At first, it was only small skirmishes, but it soon escalated to his more famous battles, such as the second and third battles for Armageddon, and a few more less notable conflicts. He grinned to hinself as he watched Comissar Yarick duel him atop a mountain of scrapped Tanks and Bidys. Good times, he said to himself, before turning his head and beholding his target. In front of him, stood the two gods of orkish kind.

He took in a great breath of air and called out to them, letting His voice pierce the warp. And then gods looked upon him

Cont.

>>30966710
>>30962428
The story of the Second Legion is a complex one. Designed for void operations, they were insular, spending more time around naval crews and often being drawn from them. Like all mariners, they were given to superstition, though in the Legion Proper, Chaplains kept this down to an acceptable level. Still, the Emperor tried never to deploy the 2nd and the 17th to the same front.
Things only took a turn for the worse when the Admiral-Theocrat of small empire out by the Halo Stars was discovered to be the Primarch of the Second Legion by none other than Lorgar. Raised by House Morgan, a family of Privateer Aristocrats, the primarch had unified the warring houses. Unfortunately for him, this role he had stepped into was traditionally of a sacred as well as temporal nature. In effect, he had become Avatar-king. It is assumed that when he met Lorgar and told him he was called Ishmael, it was this he was referring to, though Ismael was the name he gave to the Emperor and Primarchs.
During his time as theocrat, he'd never been wholly comfortable with the role, preferring to be simply 'The Captain'. Despite this, he was deeply influenced by the atropaic rituals of his home cluster.

While The Emperor and Morgan got along well, sharing a penchant for showmanship, Moran's tendency to try to appease the Machine Spirits in mass rituals, as well as his rites to frighten away 'warp predators' and 'gremlins' were a constant source of tension, as was Morgan's stubborness. (Perhaps another trait he inhereted from his father.)

Morgan, taking the name Ironbeard, brought out the wild mariner in his men. ANCIENT MARINER! WE NEED TO HAVE ONE.

Skipping ahead, Morgan was erased from history as a result of a single warp voyage. Sailing through a particularly fierce storm, several ships in the fleet, including Morgan's own, suffered partial Geller Field collapses.
>cont

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>>30966781
At first, the hordes of khorne looked upon him, but then quickly turned away. His soul was not theirs to keep, and although they were bloodthirsty, they had learned their lessons before.

Then, the cess pits of nurgle looked upon him, and began to send their minions and. Plagues to take him. They were stomped into oblivion

Third, the dark plesured souls of Slaanesh sang their sweet lies to him, but were blown away by the pure primal yells

Finally, the strings of Tzneetch saught to weave him into their plots and schemes, only to be grabbed by fists free from the fates of Tzneetch

The First of the ork titans slowly reached down and roughly picked up GhazGull. It then brought up to his gargantuan face and looked down upon him.
"Back"
Was all Gork Said before pulling his arm back and sending the Lesser Ork hurling. into the most ancient of historys

As the warboss flee, he saw maddening things that would make any lesser mortal tremble. worlds made of unblinking eyes, shadowy sentient dreams, rotting palaces supported by pillars of thought, citys that were larger than the univerese, and smaller than a dustmite and gods eating themselves. Ghazgull only payed attention to what was ahead, the path that the gods had given to him. The path that stopped abruptly as he crashed head first into a wraithbone wall.


He slowly staggered up, confused at his surroundings, but nevertheless prepared to fight, as all orkoids are. As he walked through the halls, many a stasis chambers were filled with bizarre creatures. A few such as the poncys and humies were recognizable, but more stranger creatures stood out. Multi armed reptiles with thick skin and augmented limbs , wobbly decayed looking humanoids with multiple eyes, monstrous creatures not unlike a carnifex and other great abominations stood within the chambers

But at the end of the hall was a creature most peculiar, something so familiar yet so different. It was only then did he realize he wasn't alone

>>30967067
Personally fighting with the daemons, Morgan noted that they matched the beasts in the old void tales and that the rituals worked against them. (Stuff like Gargoyles or totems. A lot of things like how Daoist Exorcisms use fireworks to scare off daemons, except in 30k, the daemons weren't scared so much as the fact that the people had faith in it working made it work. The truesilver didn't hurt either.) Emerging from the warp with his ships still aflame with unholy fire and with massive clawmarks in the sides, Morgan sought immediate contact with the Emperor. The Emperor attempted to have them quarantined, most of the marines executed, and Morgan's memory scrubbed, Morgan bolted when he heard the 'You've seen too much.' 'No more shall I be Ishmael, I am Morgan Ironbeard and the Void shall be my home!'
Taking his fleet he made a run straight to the outer rim, vowing to defend Humanity from the things in the deep. Cue Hunt for Morgan Ironbeard, as the all available ships are divirted to go after him.
Then maybe he gets caught in a warpstorm or something. Maybe the Emperor curses him? Or it's halfway between a blessing and curse, since E-Money doesn't really hate him and feels bad about having to do what he has to do. Something like damned to ply the void as a ghost fleet, but never to return until the Astronomicon goes out?
His return was triggered by increasing contacts with the Nids and increased daemon activity.

Let me know what you think, as I'm worried it's a bit too far into He's a magic pirate territory.
I think him coming into direct contact with daemons is a good idea, though, it's just in the writing it.

>>30967177
Firstly, awesome!
When I get back around to the evac of armageddon, I'll factor this in,
Secondly, that's one of the saddest images I've ever seen.

So as to someone who missed the previous threads, what happened with Sanguinius, because I always thought he was the coolest primarch.

>>30967177
The being sat on a thrown that was hovering slightly above the ground. Quickly, Ghazgull raised his powerclaw and blew steam out his nostrils, issuing a challenge. The stranger only waved its hand, reveing the creature in the stasis pod. Ghazgull could only look in pure awe of what he saw. Above him was a Ork of great size and a redish green skin, its scale even greater than the warlord of Orpheus, greater than that of the Emprah Strangla, Even greater then the Legendary beast.


He stood there in shock, when the stranger on the throne slightly coughed and said something. Looking to the stranger, Ghazgull raised a eyebrow. The Stranger looked to Ghazgull, and whispered into the orks ear.

As the stranger pulled away, he pulled something from beneath his long robe, nd pressed it into The orks klaw. It was only then did a large green fist reach through a warp rift and grab Ghazghkull Thraka and pull him through.

>>30967421
Ghazgull's eyes opened, and he once again found himself back in his Kruiser. He quickly opened his hand and found the parcel, unwrapping it quickly. Inside was a small rune, deep green in color, pulsing with energy.
"Oi boss, wat did de gods say?" Said the Mega Nob.
Ghazgull mumbled something before walking over to the command console. He looked down into the docking bay and saw the looters he had scent to the planet below had returned. He quickly took off, leaving the Command room in utter disarray.

Crashing through the docks, it wasn't long before a mob began to follow the Warboss, following him through the layers of the ship. But soon, a greater tug began to form, something calling them like moths to a light. The pack soon arrived at the cargobay, where they found the container surrounded by looters, transfixed on the box. The boyz crowded around until Ghazgull let out a roar to clear the space

The Ork kneeled down and brushed his meaty fingers over the case, until he felt a slot. With as mich precision as a ork could gather, he gently slid the rune into the slot, which graciously accepted it and gave a reassuring beep. Hee than stood and looked over the crate, and with a deep breath, he opened the container

>>30961079
The question may be stupid, but what they were fighting?

>>30967698
As Ghazgull opened his eyes, he looked around inside, and there, infront of him, was the last pure Krork body known, clutching a axe of a size even larger than a bloodthirster, covered in armor reminiscent of the most ancient of Eldar Armor. His hand shaking, he reached in and ripped the axe out of the Krorks grasp, inadvertently releasing the spores

The changes were quick, yet violent as Ghazgulls body exploded out of his kustom job mega armor and his skin darkened. His vision changed, as he could see not just in all the spectrums of light, but onto the warp as well. His body grew weapons, such as bioplasma cannons in his throat and retractable bone claws from his arms. It was then that the warp flowed around him, creating armor from pure thought. He looked at the axe in his hand as he felt a Force field shimmer on around him. He felt incredible, beyond anything he had ever felt before. But, as his armor finished and grew horns much like his old kustom suit, he knew one thing was clear. He was still a Ork, even if he felt he was a Krork now. And he was still the prophet of the waaagh and warboss.

Ghazgull turned to the newly reborn horde and slammed his axe down.

"Alright ladz, back to work, quit mucking about! We've got a new course. Forget Armageddon! Were headin straight for Terra! Were gona knock that Humie warboss down a peg!
For THE WAAAAAAR"

>>30958863
bumpo

>>30967930
>Gork and Mork turn Ghazgull into a purebred krork
>he proceeds to actually not suck and cause the biggest WAAGH in the galaxy towards terra while Chaos and the IoM is having the big fight as to who wins.
jesus that war on terra is gonna be all kinds of great.

>>30963198
Don't forget that for their Word Bearer level of fanaticism, they are genuinely and honestly nice guys.

>>30964355
I wrote it specifically out of context, because I don't know what they're fighting. My best guess is that it's a transcendent C'tan shard. As to how they got there, fuck knows.

>>30967067
I like it

>>30967286
The only real story we have of Sanguinius is the Angels Resplendent one, where he restores the Chapter's honor from the insane circle of chaplains.

Any more can be appreciated.

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>>30970226
Would be awesome if it was something to do with Lamenters.

>>30970487
We're always open for extra writers, man.
You got a new idea? Write it up!

>>30970508
I dunno. If I write something, then It will probably be no good, but I'll try and give it a shot.

>>30970558
Don't worry, just write what you have, we'll tell how it is.

>>30968922
We have Ghazzy the Krork, NICE.
All this needs now is the Looted Avatar.

>>30970604

"STRIKE AT THEM BROTHERS!!!" - Cried out Chaplain Argus, clad in Terminator armour, as he led the charge of his Death Company Terminators into the heat of the battle against the Glistering Host. The old Lamenter was raging at what he saw in the fallen progeny of his beloved Primarch and the atrocities they committed.

"IN THE NAME OF SLAANE--GUAH!!!" - the fallen marine felt under the strike of one of Argus's Death Company Terminators. The assault was relentless and merciless as the berserking Lamenters steamrolled their way into the inner sanctuary the Chaos Marines have erected over the ruined city that was once Valaran.

Before the Glistering Host descended on the agri-world of Lyon, Valaran was a peaceful place where the citizens worked hard to produce food for its home sub-sector. Yet when the Slaaneshi worshipers descended on them, they leveled the city and did horrid and abominable things to the people there.

The Lamenters heard the people's cry for help and went en route to save as many as possible. What they saw was something that couldn't be described in words. The Chaos Marines spared non, not even the youngest.

The Terminator members of the Lamenters' strike force were immediately overwhelmed with the Black Rage after what they saw. This was something that Argus didn't anticipate. For that the Commander put him in charge of the Terminators and lead them to their final fight.

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>>30962227
>Other ideas for characters? I think it'd also be neat to do officer exchange program stories for some of the legions, like Alpha Legion and Ultramarines, mostly for the THIS ACTION IS NOT SUPPORTED BY THE CODEX, while Titus would totally be making shit explode while cracking jokes with the Alpha Legion dudes.
>I also imagine some funny buddy cop style antics between a Night Lord and a Raven Guard
Yes. I would appreciate it. Especially first one. Pic related.

>>30962321
>Oh, and what do you guys think of Magnus and or Lorgar dispatching some of their marines with the other legions for daemon control purposes, as Magnus and Lorgar would likely be the anti-chaos dudes?
It's more than likely. Someone should also convince Fulgrim that being against psykers is wrong idea, as Fulgrim used arguments of "Mutations are imperfect", but who is better symbol of perfection if not Emperor Himself, who after all IS a psyker?

>>30967230
I like it. Especially if he faced daemons relatively early, long before other Primarchs did and before first seeds of Heresy have been sown. After all, apparently Corax (and later Alpharius) were found after tho of the Primarchs were already gone.

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>>30970756
"BY THE EMPEROR, WE WILL REMOVE THOSE ABOMINABLE PARODIES OF OUR PRIMARCH'S IMAGE!! TO BATTLE!! FOR SANGUINIOUS!!!" - cried out Argus as he opened fire from his Assault Cannon.

The Terminators that the Lamenter's Chaplain led had their wargear hastily replaced with the heaviest weapons the Techmarines were capable of finding and modifying. Such was the wrath of the Lamenters that they even took the weapons that were left as emergency supplies and after hastily altering them, grafted to the Argus's Terminators. Apart of Argus and two other members getting Assault Cannons, the rest had a combination of Multi-Meltas, Plasma Cannons, even Heavy Bolters instead of traditional Storm Bolters. Some sported Cyclone Missile Launchers, not to mention that they even had their Power Fists replaced wit Lightning Claws, Chain Fists and other Power Weapons.

The Death Company Terminators and Argus went deeper and deeper into the sanctuary, dispatching more of the Glistering Host. Even the two Hellbrutes that guarded the entry to the utmost inner part of the sanctuary were quickly dispatched by the enormous firepower the Lamenters sported.

When they breached into the central part of the Chaos construction, the Death Company met its quarry. The Daemon Prince that was the mastermind behind the destruction of Valaran and the forces that were tormenting Lyon.

Huh, apparently, the order of finding Primarchs is finally known http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Primarch#Rediscovery
So I guess that Morgan was found second to last, taking that the story make him being found by Lorgar.


>>30970972
I await the continuation of this story with antici...pation

>>30971062
Makes it more likely that he and Alpharius spent some time around each other

>>30971114
Well, Ishmael Morgan Ironbeard was a Pirate of the large Fleets of Cruisers and such, while Alpharius was using small fighters, as described in his first encounter with Horus.
It is actually very likely that they cooperated for a while before they were found. Alpha-Omega-Sigma using rapid strikes,hit-and-run tactics and boards that lead to beheading of enemy commander, while The Captain more using great naval battles and full boarding with taking enemy vessel as a prize.
Not mentioning that area Alpharius was from was apparently not (re)conquered yet.

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>>30971271
Of course, taking that the old Index Astartes didn't specified what region of the Galaxy it was, we can only speculate and make headcanon. But I like the idea of those Primarchs knowing each other. And Morgan being one of the few that knew the secret of Alpha Legion: Sigmar.

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>>30970972
>>30971062
"What do my eyes see. Our brothers from the Lamenters, how delightful of you to come and pay a visit to a fellow Blood Angel successor. It's a good thing that you were to appear. I hoped that would happen, as any successor from other of the 1st Founding Chapters wouldn't be quite the same. Now brother, let us--" *DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA* - The Daemon Prince of the Glistering Host was promptly interrupted by a salvo from Chaplain Argus's Assault Cannon. The Chaplain was sickened, if not barely controlling himself from falling into the Black Rage himself.

"SILENCE DEGENERATE ABOMINATION!!!" - shouted the Chaplain - YOU'RE NO BROTHER OF MINE AND HOW DARE YOU EVEN UTTER THE NAME OF OUR PROGENITORS!! YOU WERE A SON OF SANGUINIUS!! YOU ALONG OTHER SUCCESSORS WERE SUPPOSED TO BE A SYMBOL OF HOPE FOR THE IMPERIUM!! INSTEAD YOU AND THE REST OF THOSE TRAITORS SOLD YOUR SOULS TO DARKNESS!! FIGHT HERESY WITH HERESY!!? ONLY THE MOST MISGUIDED AND DELUDED OF THE INQUISITION'S RADICALS USE SUCH WAYS OF THINKING!!! AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO THE PEOPLE OF VALARAN, AND THE TORMENT YOU UNLEASHED ON THE REST OF THE PLANET, I'LL SEND YOU SCREAMING BACK TO THE WARP FOR TEN THOUSAND YEARS!!! PREPARE YOURSELF DAEMON, FOR RETRIBUTION SHALL BE DELIVERED IN THE NAME OF THE PRIMARCH AND THOSE WHOSE LIVES YOU WASTED!!!" - Argus finished. Now he was calmer after he threw out what he thought. Still his rage was burning like the ray shot out of a Melta Gun.

The Daemon Prince fell when he was unexpectedly shot in both face and chest by the barrage. The Glistering Host stood up as if nothing happened.

"Pity brother, and I thought that I would have a short chat with you before I slay you and sacrifice your geneseeds to Slaanesh. Whatever. Let us get to business then. Show me how you Lamenters die for those you cherish." - The Daemon finished smugishly as he opened warp portals around the marines...

>>30971319
Possessed!!! - Chaplain Argus immediately realized what he was facing. Vile traitors that allowed daemons to inhabit their bodies for greater powers and capabilities. Argus had it enough of the Glistering Host and he would see it through to defeat those bastards even if his limbs were to be ripped off his body.

As the Possessed Chaos Marines leaped out from the portals, they were immediately met with the fury of Argus's Death Company Terminators. It was a very good idea to equip all of them with weapons heavier than Storm Bolters - he thought. Even with the overwhelming firepower and the immense close combat mastery, the Terminators lost five of their members to the mutated traitors. Four more died while they attacked the Daemon Prince himself. They were either swept aside by its wings and daemonic mace, or thrown through the walls by its tentacles.

Of the ten Death Company members under Chaplain Argus, only sergeant Antonius remained. As he dispatched the last possessed Chaos Marine, Argus had one last remaining target, and that target was the foul daemon.

"You wanted to see us dying monster. Then we will show you, but not until we banish you to the warp. BRACE YOURSELF!!" - Argus immediately turned to Antonius - "WITH ME BROTHER SERGEANT!!!" - cried out Argus to the sergeant as he charged the Daemon Prince, still firing his Assault Cannon. Antonius promptly followed.

"Naive." - Uttered the Daemon as he swiped the Chaplain with such force that the marine dropped his Assault Cannon. The weapon did nothing to the warp creature like the first time, for the Daemon was taken by surprise. - "Truly Chaplain, I thought that you'd be something of a intriguing plaything for me, but it seems that I was wrong. Now prepare to join your br--GAAAAAH!!!"

>>30970756
>>30970972
>>30971319
>>30971594

You're doing plenty good!

Keep on it!

>>30965488
The giant stepped through the crowd of Astartes to face Huron directly. Blackheart craned his neck to look the Primarch in the eyes, they were as black as the void he roamed, yet somehow much less empty. The calculating nature that intertwined with his madness bled through his eyes like ink through a parchment far too thin. It is an uncommon thing for Astartes to be afraid but only a fool would not feel fear here. The Spectre's bridge retained an eerie glow due to the red warning lights and the warpfire burning on lord Morgan's metallic beard.

Morgan raised his left arm and pointed at Huron, the massive harpoon weapon on his wrist glimmering under the strange eldrich fire.
"Your arm boy.. I want it.."
Huron braced himself for combat. He raised his right arm at Morgan, opening his palm to loose its fury upon his enemy but he was far from being as fast as a Primarch. Before he could fire he felt something pierce his chest. He coughed tasted his own mineral rich post human blood on his tongue. He looked down and realized what had happened, there was a wide bladed harpoon sticking from it, a rusted chain leading from the silver blade to the primarchs wrist.
Morgan pulled a lever attached to his weapon with his finger and Huron felt the blade inside his chest expand and press into his second heart.
"I said I want your arm boy..You provided interesting prey..But now I claim my prize."
He pulled down another lever and Huron felt himself pulled towards the giant and before he could react Morgan's massive hand was wrapped entirely around his neck. Morgan gabbed the tyrants claw near the shoulder and began to twist slowly. The tyrant didn't have the strength to fight but he had enough to scream, his voices corrupted tone mixing with the sound of adamantium being twisted and stretched. A loud pop echoed across the bridge as the claw was torn from the tyrant.
Morgan looked into his eyes "judgment is weapon none can defeat boy." He said before snapping his neck

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>get back home from work
>find new writefags joined
>read the awesome
>realise it's only friday and there's a whole weekend ahead
>mfw

As his underlings scurried about, sending world throughout the fleet to make for the humies boss-world, Ghazghkull sat down heavily on his throne, grinning with satisfaction. Something in the corner of his vision caught the Ork's vision, and he caught a glimpse of a pair of glowing red eyes watching him. He turned to look directly at the eyes, but by the time he had looked around... darkness there, and nothing more.
The Ork sat down again, but the sight had disturbed him. It reminded him of a story that one of Skullcrak's boyz had told him, about a daemon that could move faster than bullets and soak up more fire than a squiggoth. The warboss' train of thought was interrupted by a rapid beeping sound. deet-deet-deetdeetdeet-KABOOM.
A blast of white light filled the bridge, along with a powerful force that tore at Ghazghkull as he clung to the arms of his chair. The boyz who hadn't the foresight to grab anything were being dragged towards the light, their screams choking off as they disappeared. The bright light stopped suddenly, along with the pulling force. Ghazghkull released the arms of his chair and stood up, just in time to see a black figure sprint out the door. Everything came together in Ghazhgkull's head:
"IT'S DA BEAKIE! GET 'IM!"
The orks hesitated for a moment trying to decide who they were more frightened of. A second later, they were piling through the bridge door after the fleeing figure. Ghazhgkull lurched after them, screaming encouragement:
"GEDDIM BOYZ, CHEATIN' GIT HEARD EVERYTHING, HE'S GONNA TELL THEM!"
Evidently the fleeing space marine heard this, as the next corner the Orks rounded found them meeting a hail of bolter fire from the Space Marine. With minimal cover in the narrow corridor, Orks were forced to diving behind each other as they tried to return fire. Ghazhgkull, taller than the others, let loose a massive burst of dakka, sending the space marine diving for cover. Emboldened by their leader, the Orks charged the astartes.

>>30971594
The impact of the force that sent the Chaplain flying would've killed him in a instant if it wasn't for the Terminator armour he was clad in. The only weapon he still had was his Cronzius, and even then it was little to face the foul warp abomination. When he heard it scream, he saw lying on floor what caused the Daemon Prince pain.

Sergeant Antonius managed to close in fast enough to slice the daemon with his Glaive Encarmine. The wound was deep and gaping as it started to spill out daemon blood.

"YOU DARE!!!?" - Cried the daemon, angry for the first time when he finally suffered a wound that actually made him loose his composure. The Glistering Host smashed sergeant Antonius with such force that not only did he reduce him and his Terminator armour to a crater filled with gore and armored bits, but the force also destroyed his mace.

When the daemon killed Antonius, the sergeant's Glaive fell towards Argus. The Chaplain immediately stood up and picked up the Glaive while the Daemon was tending to its wound. The Terminator Chaplain immediately charged by dual wielding his Crozius and the sergeant's Glaive, striking at the daemon before it could react.

"RETRIBUTION IS UPON YOU MONSTER!! YOU SHALL FALL HERE!!!" - bellowed the Chaplain as he assaulted the daemon with Crozius and Glaive, inflicting deep wounds and crushing the armoured parts of its body.

"FOOL!! YOU WISH TO DEFEAT A CHOSEN OF SLAANESH!!!?" - replied the Glistering Host in pain - "I'LL DESTROY THAT CONVICTION OF YOURS!!" - and with that, blades sprouted out of its body.

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>>30972077
Thanks buddy.

>>30972105
Really hoping I've done a missing Primarch justice in these writefaggotry, just hope I didn't make him too one dimensional

>>30972289
The space marine pulled something from his belt and threw it underarm at the charging orks. It exploded in midair, coating the orks in a burning silver powder that burned through their thick skins as they tried to scrape it off. Ghazhgkull elbowed his way through the mass of screaming minions and charged after the retreating space marine. All that was in the direction the beakie was heading was a couple of big gunz, Ghazhgkull grinned, idiot was trapped. He rounded another corner, seeing a metal door that had been blasted open. Squeezing through the narrow gap, Ghazhgkull looked into the room, it contained a massive accelerator cannon they had pulled off a humie ship. The cannon was armed, and Ghazhgkull heard the salvaged console ticking down a countdown. He looked about the room for the Beakie, his boyz flooding the room behind him.
"E's not 'ere, boss" complained an underling, Ghazhgkull slapped him out of the way, realising what the one place he hadn't looked was. He reached for the fire console, and looked into the cannon barrel itself. The beakie looked back, and Ghazhgkull somehow knew he was grinning behind his helmet. He looked down at the timer:
2
1
THOOM

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>>30972307
Before Argus could realize what was happening, the blades popped out in a flash, going through the joints between the body armour and the pauldrons, cutting off the Chaplain's arms off. The Lamenter felt immense pain as his arms were cut off. The daemon retracted the blades back to its body and punched the marine into the wall. The impact was weaker that the previous one, yet it still had serious physical power behind it.

Argus slumped to the ground, armless, and completely unable to fight. He was slowly losing consciousness, yet he saw the daemon approaching him with the Glaive he was wielding.

"The Glaive Encarmine." - uttered the daemon, with his composure regained - "A weapon given to the members of the Sanguinary Guard. I do wonder why a lowly Death Company member wielded this weapon. Was he given it after one of your members died in a previous battle and you didn't chose who to give it to yet?" - he continued as he looked at the weapon, as if transfixed by its beauty - "You know what brother? I wish that this situation ended differently, yet it seems that I'll have to dispose of you now." - he finished speaking and looking at the Glaive and turned to the Chaplain.

"Do your worst traitor. As if you would think that I would start begging for mercy." - responded the Chaplain with a measure of difficulty. This time he was loosing consciousness faster with each passing second.

"I didn't think so. Still, I'm quite merciful, so I'll quickly kill you with the Glaive." - said the Daemon Prince as he raised the enormous blade - "Prepare to meet your brethren Lamenter."

Chaplain Argus, barely conscious of what was going on, braced himself for the Impact, when suddenly a flash of light started to shine from behind the Glistering Host...

>>30972601
I've read the last part, opened the image and in my mind heard that HALLELUJAH from Worms Armageddon

Hah, good stuff

>>30972417
Shrike screamed into the void, jets of flame from the afterburners of his flight pack pushing him even faster. His vision tunnelled, and darkness crept in at the edges as he pulled a 15g maneuver to dodge an Ork fightercraft. His secondary heart was thumping like a war drum, and gel pouches inside his artificer armour inflated, squeezing the blood back into his head.
He glanced at the counter on his HUD, counting rapidly down. He almost didn't see a rocket coming at him, and dodged by such a narrow margin, he saw the grot steering the rocket making obscene gestures at him. He switched the view on his HUD to one behind him, and saw what seemed to be the entire Ork fleet chasing after him. An urgent bleep from the machine spirit returned his view to a frontwards one. After a moment, counter hit zero, and Shrike flipped onto his back, before leaning on the afterburners with everything he had. His vision began to redden and his head span as the negative Gs sent all the blood into his head.
The Orks watching were surprised as what appeared to be a pair of doors opened in the middle of empty space, then closed as soon as the space marine had passed between them. Shrike slammed into the hangar deck with enough force to send him spinning into the air again. He bounced twice more, before crashing to a halt. As soon as word reached the bridge, the cloaked Strike cruiser turned and ignited its main drive, burning away a nearby Kruiser like a block of butter before a blowtorch. The Ork fleet, already in disarray, attempted to make chase, but were forced to retreat as it engaged its warp drive, sucking several smaller ships in with it.

Back at his command throne, Ghazghkull fumed. The humie had got away.
Still, he thought, Shooting yourself out of a cannon in order to escape. That was pretty Orky.

>>30972728
Wheezing like a pair of punctured bellows, Shrike pulled himself off the floor. He wrenched off his helmet and staggered, not all of his blood was in the right place anymore. He caught sight of a worried techmarine and grinned.
"Did you fucking SEE that?!" I am a monster truck that walks like a MAN!" He wobbled and fell on his arse, the weight of his steaming flight pack pulling him backwards. He pried a tube from his gorget and slurped down water greedily.
He looked up at the tech-marine again:
"Are we underway?"
"Yes Captain."
Unclipping his heavy flight pack, Shrike stood up,
"Send word to the astropaths, they're to tell anyone who flies under the Aquila, the Orks are heading for Terra."
The few flesh-parts of the tech-marine's face paled.
"Tell them to send it as a Code: Nightmare Ultraviolet."
"I didn't think the scale went up that high."
"That's because there's never been a threat this bad for thousands of years. Enough chit-chat, get moving!"

>>30972890
>"Did you fucking SEE that?!" I am a monster truck that walks like a MAN!"


BASED YAHTZEE.

>>30972970
I've been wanting to do that for years.

>>30972970
I had no idea that 1d4chan had a page on Zero Punctuation...

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>>30972601
Commander Makkan. Captain of the Lamenters forces that operated on Lyon, was racing to the center of the sanctuary along with two tactical squads. He hoped that he would be able to save Chaplain Argus and what few fellow Death Company members remained. The marines passed the dead Glistering Hosts and the two Hellbrutes that were mutilated by the Terminator's firepower. When the Lamenters finally entered the sanctuary, they saw the carnage that happened there. Both Chaos and Loyalists. Mutilated horribly while fighting each other. That was not the case however, as the Captain saw in the middle of the large sanctuary.

A winged figure was kneeling before the slumped Chaplain, while the Daemon Prince was lying dead on the ground next to it, its face frozen in shock and unbelief as it had its chest ripped open.

"Who. What?" - the Captain was stupefied as he looked at the scene, only to gain a better composure - "Who are you?" - asked the Captain.

The winged figure stood up and turned to face the marines. For a moment, the Captain didn't expect anything from the figure, but when he looked closely, his eyes widened in unbelief, while his fellow brothers froze after looking at the figure.

"Fear not my son, for I came here to aid you after I felt your struggle with the great enemy." - replied the figure. Armed in a golden suit of armour, wielding a enormous blade as big as the Glaive Encarmine which was coated in the blood of the Daemon Prince. It's wings silver-like, yet what was actually striking in it was the figure's face.

"It can't be..." - uttered the Captain - "This canno--" - "But it is." - interrupted the figure - "Lamenters. Successors of the Blood Angels Legion. I have returned."

From this moment the marines knew what the figure was. Sanguinius returned.

>>30973185
"My sons. Before I traveled here, I had to make sure that one of the Blood Angels' successor was set back to the way it was lost. Now I'm here to repair the damage the Imperium has taken. I also want to learn more about the history of the other successors, for what I learned from the Angels Resplendent was not enough since I was in a haste." - Sanguinius spoke out, warmth emanating from him.

As he stood there, some of the Lamenters fell on their knees. Captain Makkan regained his composure.

"What about the Death Company and venerable Chaplain Argus?" - asked the Captain, still barely believing that the Primarch from which the Lamenters are descendant is standing in front of him and his brothers.

"I managed to save the Chaplain, yet I regret that I couldn't save the others. If I were here faster, then none of this would've happened." - replied Sanguinius as he turned towards the Daemon Prince - "Yet what really makes me feel curious is the daemon that I slew to save the Chaplain. Something familiar is about it."

The Captain didn't know how to tell this to his Primarch.

"Lord Primarch," - he started - "this daemon was...still is part of a Chaos Warband known as the Glistering Host. They are...were one of the successors of our parent Chapter. Successors of the Blood Angels." - he finished.

The Primarch turned to him, eyes widened in unbelief and shock, and then back to the dead Daemon Prince. Makkan didn't know what to expect from his Primarch. What he saw was also something unexpected...

>>30973461
>Refers to story of mine
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>>30967067
>>30967230

Sorry I got back a little late on this, but this is perfectly fine with me. Now I've been getting this itch to build more DW rules for the other returning legions now. I'll add what I can to your IA entry.

Who supports the notion of a Primarchs Return DW Ruleset?

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>>30973461
Makkan thought that Sanguinius would be angry. That the Primarch would be furious at how far into disgrace one of the Blood Angels successor fell into the darkness of Chaos. Instead, there was sadness and pity coming from the Angel of Baal.

As he looked into the face of the Deamon Prince of the Glistering Host, a single, tiny drop of tear felt down on the floor. After a few seconds, Sanguinius spoke, still looking at the daemon.

"Captain" - he spoke without turning to the Captain - "take Chaplain Argus to the Apothecary. Retrieve the fallen Lamenters. I'll join you later. For now, I want to be alone here."

The Captain wanted to ask why, yet he quickly realized what Sanguinius wanted. The tactical marines took the Chaplain and the Death Company Terminators. Carrying them with all the arsenal they were equipped with made them difficult to move. As the Lamenters exited the sanctuary, Sanguinius remained, still looking at the Daemon Prince's face.

"My son," - he muttered to himself as he touched the daemon's face - "what have you done to yourself?" - he finished. Every word he uttered was filled with pain over what one of his own geneseed turned into.

As he composed himself, Sanguinius stood up as the daemons body started to be engulfed in warp fires. When the corpse disappeared, the Primarch halted and started to talk.

"You know, you don't need to hide yourself." - he spoke as a figure in golden armour walked out from the shadows.

>>30973520
Well, I liked what you did there.

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>>30973912
>Sanguinius meets Sanguinor
>Sanguinor not Sanguinius

OH BOY. DIS GON BE GOOD.

>>30973912
You should probably start namefagging, so the rest of us can tell you apart.

Think my Ghazgkhull story was any good?

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>>30973912
"When I was still with the Angels Resplendent, I noticed records about you." - the Primarch continued as he looked on the golden man with silver wings - "You appear when the Blood Angels or any other successor of theirs is in dire need, only to change the tide of the battle. Noble, I say, but you don't need to disappear after each battle."

The Sanguinor stepped closer towards the Primarch. His golden armor looked as if it was perfectly suited to his body. His Death Mask shined even more intensely in the light. He looked for a moment at the Angel of Baal and replied.

"We know who you are. I am both you and Azkaellon. United in symbiosis. Looking over the Angels and their progeny. If we wanted to, we could've lived among them." - said the Exemplar - "Yet how would they react to the fact that from the inside, the warrior who they call as a reborn you, looks completely differently from what they thought."

The Sanguinor removed his Death Mask, showing the Primarch his true face. Like a maggot ridden corpse in a advanced state of decay he looked. Maggots were moving under his face. His eyes were bloodshot with darkened blood. In this moment he actually looked like some warp abomination. Sanguinius however was unscathed by it and replied to him.

"Even so, you shouldn't vanish after every battle. The Blood Angels and their successors need you as much as me in these dark times, if not more. Come with me to strengthen the Chapters. I am you and you are me. Though different, we are the same. We share the same ideals. I want you to help me to free them from the Black Rage and Red Thirst. Please, do this for me. With me. You are also Azkaellon. So the two of you should know how important for me it is. As well to not allow other successors to fall the same way as the Glistering Host did." - Sanguinius replied, stretching out his hand towards the person that was both him and Azkaellon sharing one body.

>>30974092
Normally when I go namefag, I go under Friendly Anon. But in this case, I will go under the alias Anonynous Scribe...of course if it is not taken already...

>>30974561
Hardly, good sir!

You're doing great work here!

>>30974656
HELL YEAH!!

Maybe I will do some stories involving the Primarchs and some other official//tg/ Chapters. Except the Black Locks. These guys are still unfleshed and their wiki is still unupdated (most of the ideas about them are in the archives).

So I'll continue this story and finish for now.

>>30974727
Well, the Black Locks are pretty much replaced by the Void Reavers anyway in purpose, so don't worry about that.

>>30974764
OK. Yet in summer I will flesh out the Locks definitively along those who are interested (where is the fun if you do everything alone?).

And in order to make them more sensible in fluff terms and to justify all their stuff they have/things they do, the Calico Stars must be fleshed out.

But this is for summer. Brainstorming about Sanguinius.

>>30974543
Magnificent. Just like every piece of writefaggotery since the first thread. Congratulations, gentlewritefags.

>>30974114
Orks with super-genetics from their origins?

I dig. We need more than just Chaos to stand in this new super-Imperium's path.

>>30975068
Nonono, I wrote the little one, with the yahtzee reference. Someone else wrote the main story

>>30975157
Oh. My mistake.

The other one's still awesome.

>>30974543
"We wish It was that easy," - replied the Exemplar - "but We cannot. There are also quarries that We have to face so that the Imperium would avoid tragedies. We don't appear only to fight along the children of Baal and their progeny. We also disrupt the machinations of Chaos from making them real along those that others call the Legion of the Damned. For now, We want you to guide the Blood Angels and their successors. We want them to see a Primarch, their father. We want them to see Sanguinius, not some abomination that is controlled by the souls of someone slain during Horus's Rebellion and one of his Honour Guards. Make sure they'll simply see the brighter side of you in us." - as they finished, the souls of the original Sanguinius and Azkaellon put on the Death Mask, turned around and opened a warp portal. Before they departed, the Sanguinor said one last thing to Sanguinius. - "I will continue doing what I did during these millennia. Do what you can for them."

"I promise." - vowed Sanguinius - "Yet I hope that the two of you will be appearing more frequently from now on. Not only to change the tide of a battle."

"We will see what we can do." - the Exemplar added as he vanished into the warp portal.

For a moment, Sanguinius thought about what the Sanguinor said. He was the Primarch of the Blood Angels. Yet a Legion, a Chapter having two Primarchs? Maybe the two were right about it. He then turned his way towards the exit to join with the Lamenters.

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>>30975329
On the Lamenters' Cruiser, the Sanguine Shine, the Primarch studied the records of the Lamenters as they were travelling through the warp. Sanguinius couldn't comprehend the amount of things that the Lamenters went trough. It was simply some bizarre miracle that they still functioned somehow despite being betrayed, deceived, blown up, butchered, left for death, running into one of those things that Imperial Scholars called Tyranids and survived. In all his life he never met someone who had that much bad luck, yet alone a whole Chapter. And despite all of this they never ceased to help others. They were indeed his sons, albeit supernaturally unlucky.

It was ten days since the battle on the ruins of Valaran. Chaplain Argus had his arms replaced with powerful bionics. When the Chaplain saw Sanguinius, he had the same stupefied reaction like the other marines. The marines that ceased to behave stupefied behaved naturally around the Primarch. While Sanguinius and Captain Makkan were walking down the corridor, the Captain asked the Primarch about what should they do if he has returned. The Angel had a simple answer.

"I will do everything in my power to strengthen the Blood Angels and every single successor Chapter of theirs. This should aid militarily the Imperium if my progeny will be replenished. I will also try to have an impact on the decisions the High Lords have been executing. For now the Lamenters will accompany me in my travels. But before I set my plan in motion, I must address the situation of one of the successors."

"Which one Lord Primarch?" - asked the Lamenters Commander.

"I have heard that the Knights of Blood were decreed renegade by the High Lords due to their "excessive" behaviour on the battlefield. Since then they were being hunted by the rest of the Imperium. I would like to set them straight a little. Not to mention a couple of other Chapters." - replied the Primarch.

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>>30976376
"Lord Sanguinius," - Makkan said with a serious voice - "The Knights of Blood would be everywhere as we speak. They became very adept in masking their presence in Imperial space. Looking for them is the same as looking for some incredibly ancient and rare STC...unless there would be a alternative method to call them."

"You suggest to travel to Baal and call EVERY successor? Including those that might have went renegade?"

"I thought about it a moment ago, but there should be a alternative to it. Maybe we..." - "No, no, no, no." - interrupted the Primarch - "That is fine. In fact that would make my work easier and I wanted to see how much Baal has changed."

The Lamenter immediately saw the spark in his Primarch's eye as he grinned on the thought of seeing Baal again. The Lamenter followed with a grin.

"Set course for Baal?" - he asked.

"Make it so brother Captain." - Sanguinius replied.

At that moment Makkan contacted the bridge to set course for the Blood Angels' homeworld.
OK, so that's it for today. Comment, criticize, speak up yer minds lads.

>>30976870
> unless there would use a alternative method to call them."

fixed.

>>30976952
GAH!!!

IGNORE IT!!!

>>30972324
I'll say that Morgan was done perfectly, but I think that Huron went down a bit too easy. After all, there were times when Marines could stood up against Primarchs and hold the ground at least a bit.

I've been writing so much these past few days, I'm almost completely out of ideas. Help?

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>>30977421
There is one.

I thought about writing it myself but...well, I'll be busy for the two weeks.

I wanted to read all the stories involving Jaghatai Khan and write about him meeting a certain Rising Sons Space Marine that was turned into a badass cyborg.

Then link it together with the story about Sanguinius that I wrote and with a later one where the Angel of Baal tries to fix the Knights of Blood and similar successors by making them cool down a little.

Sanguinius would make contact with Jaghatai and the Khan would ask that cyborg to teach the Blood Angel successors the "Art of The Silent Fury".

THREE WORDS: DOUBLE ASTARTES KIIIIICK!!!

>>30977421
An Inquisitor fighting to prove that his order isn't all traitors and shit. Most likely killing another inquisitor who was actually manipulated by tzeentch and transforms into a huge deamon or something.

Or like a Company of Astartes doing defence of one of moons in Sol, or Cassini array during Chaotic invasion.

Or Eldar wrecking the whole webway plan in some stupid way they think is incredibly smart but ends up shitting up everyones day

Or Black Library, wasn't there this weird place in the Warp?

Or Tau.

Dunno, you wanted ideas.

>>30977421
Or to completely switch this, the heretics point of view description of how they entered Sol and had their asses handed to them, might not even be about a Primarch

>>30977543
Actually, we never really talked about the Grey Knights and their reaction to the Primarchs returning. Being the chamber militant of the Ordo Malleus, they'll probably be stuck on Terra during the whole Inquisitor-holds-Terra-hostage debacle depending on the old man's Ordo. If he turns out to be Hereticus, then just replace the GK with fanatical sisters of battle who then get turned into moar armor-paint by the GK who herald the Primarchs' arrival.

Heck, do they even manage to drag Draigo out of totally-not WFB in time to see his Emperor awaken?

Hey guys. what qualities would the Emperor's armour have? Try and use your imaginations, or think of how armour is done in Deathwatch and dark heresy to give you some ideas. I shall be looking myself, don't worry.

>>30977983
For one, he'd be using some sort of warp power to shield him from projectiles. Basically the priority in design of armour for such a dude would be to minimise the chance of him getting sniped as much as humanly possible, because getting him killed in melee would be SOOOOO much harder, and then there's Custodes and whatnot.

Other than that I dunno.

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>>30977944
>Heck, do they even manage to drag Draigo out of totally-not WFB in time to see his Emperor awaken?
No, because Draigo met brother of Alpharius and Omegon.

>>30978024
>because getting him killed in melee would be SOOOOO much harder
Unless the fighter is the Emprah Strangla himself.

>>30977983
SANCTIFIED EVERYTHING. Or rather, the equivalent of that.

Also, I think that there's a Psychic Hood of sorts there to focus his powers (the Aquila behind his back).

His sword, obviously, is a Force Sword with burning effects (Maybe a Melta shot like the Avatar of Khaine?), but his claw, I'd consider maybe a not-unwieldy power claw, maybe daemonbane or something.

>>30978193
>>30978024
Very good, very good. What do you think it's made of? (Adamantium, ceramite etc)

>>30978220
Adamantium, ceramite and electrum. Probably also some ores or minerals that can enhance psychic projection, like in Eisenhorn's Force Staff.

>>30977122
Ya after I wrote it I felt it was an unsatisfying climax and I really didn't do Huron justice with it, I didn't portray him as well as I should have, I focused too much on Morgan

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>>30978316
I've had an idea for what Morgan's flagship could be.
DO YOU SEE!?

>>30978341
Oh, you...but it needs more skulls and it must be...what were the Void Reaver's colours again?

>>30978341
Yes I indeed do... We did generally say that he'd lay claim to ships he captured. Would it be wise though to use a ship that's been stewing in the maelstrom for centuries

>>30978394
Well, of course he's going to renovate it a bit. Too small for starters... My headcanon was that this ship was like the Flying Dutchman of 40k, and sailors would tell each other ghost stories about it.

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>>30978341
I was thinking what I'm seeing here.
>>30978422
Now I know.
Pic related.

>>30978422
Be good for intimidation and reputation, the foundations of a good void-pirate's career.

>>30978422
Yes, yes, I am liking what I am seeing here. This'll add well to the writeup I'm doing for the Lost Legions as well as the newly-loyal ones

Ok so the Spectre is his new flagship, maybe he renames it in the spirit of his victory, something like, tyrants folly, bane of the tyrant, The claw of Morgan ( it is his claw now) gets rid of all the chaotic runes and replacing them with symbols sailors often use to ward off evil. Ill rewrite the final part and post it today or tomorrow so its worthy of this settings level of awesome

I've been looking over the archives, the first thread started about a week ago, and since then we've written a metric fuck-load of stories. I can only imagine the awesome still to come...
Hope I haven't jinxed us.

>>30978704
You should call the name of the Emperor three times now while standing on one foot and rotating to the rythm of the Mongolian anthem.

That'll get rid of it

>>30978704
Hardly.

It'll only be over once we've wrung every ounce of noblebright and hardcore out of it.

>>30978724
As the zookeeper said to the last male Panda: "FUCK THAT!"

>>30978341
>>30978422

She just drifted in. Out of the halo stars she came. Salvage teams had been attracted by intermittent and vague distress signals.

They claimed the ship's windows blazed with warpflame and it whispered to them.

Young Morgan was sent by his House to inspect the ship and the rumours. He never spoke of what he saw on the ship, but he demanded the installation not simply of Gellar Fields, but of gargoyles and grotesque trinkets.
He spent the night alone in the warp core, according to legend, on nights when the warp is calm and the room empty, you can hear the sounds of fighting. If you rush to the door, you can see claw marks fading.

All anyone knows is that after Morgan spent that night on the ship, The Event Horizon never again whispered to her crew of Hell, but survivors of Morgan's raids claim that some supernatural terror swept over them as The Event Horizon dropped out of warp.


>>30978434
I agree with you, been trying to imply it in what I'd written up. (don't think I did too well)
Maybe The Event Horizon is like his personal yatch? His swiftest corsair that he uses on special missions when stealth and speed are required? Or when he wants to lend a personal touch?

>>30978872
And if we want to go anime with it, perhaps the Event Horizon has some sort of special slot that it plugs into to power the terror engine on board the Void Reaver's flagship?

(It's also said that during the warp incursion that got Ishmael exiled, the Event Horizon was the only part of the ship that suffered no daemons. In fact, it's recorded that they actively avoided it.)

>>30978872
>Maybe The Event Horizon is like his personal yatch?
>>30979087
>perhaps the Event Horizon has some sort of special slot that it plugs into to power the terror engine on board the Void Reaver's flagship?
It makes sense. Ishmael turned Event Horizon into Warp Engine of his Flagship.

Anyway, I'm going to sleep. Time to regenerate donated blood and sanity.

>>30979087
Probably something worst already there...

>>30979132
>regenerate donated blood
Oh shit, I forgot about that, how did it go?

>>30979164
As only 450 ml of donated blood count, today I reached 10,35 l of blood donated.

>>30979138
Nobody want to forsake eyes.

>>30979398
>As only 450 ml of donated blood count
Obviously, I refilled with a beer. And ate one of 8 free chocolates that are given to blood donors here. I fucking love this.

>>30978872
Actually I'm pretty sure that it was something you posted that I drew that from, you have aided me quiet a bit Alpharius. Just as planned. I think I'm also gonna try to proceed with vulcans timeline. I might start on it before the rewrite for the last part of Ironbeard it'll probably be 2 posts long so I can give it an epic fight between a chaos lord and a Primarch.

>>30979087
So the event horizon is powering the obsidian crown or the Spectre or whatever were making their flagship

>>30979817
Ooh, I have to say I like the Obsidian Crown as a name.

>>30979398
"Where we're going, we don't need eyes."
And in that moment, Marty McFly knew that something had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

>>30979882
>BTTF/Event Horizon crossover
WANT

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>>30979916
>Event Horizon
not worth it. if anything it would just milden Back to the Future.

>>30979087
As the ship approached all felt fear within their hearts, all heard screams of the tormented and laughter of the insane, saw images of their worst fears made manifest and skies over whatever homeworld they were from rain acid on every soul they cared about. An unending spectacle of madness and personal horror, crew members scratching their eyes out it, stabbing the nearest sharp object through their eardrums, all the while those with a strong enough will to remain sane could only stand back from, or execute those in the carnival of madness unfolding in front of them. This was the clarion call of the beast of the eternal dark and his legion, the void reavers.
Is that generally the idea of the nightmare engine were looking for?

>>30980033
Add
sharks circling a bloodied prey to the end of that

>>30979882
And somewhere Tzeench says
"Just as planned"

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>>30980033
>Is that generally the idea of the nightmare engine were looking for?
Yes. Now I can go to sleep, knowing that I will have good dreams (I'm not joking). In thanks, have this Deathwatch Bedtime Story.

>>30980148
Thank you trazyn, goodnight xeno.

Air rushed around Fulgrim as he fell, turning over and over, spinning every-which-way. He could do little to halt his descent, the air blowing into his eyes were turning his view into blurry streaks of colour. Blue. gold, blue, gold, green...
CRASH
The first tree Fulgrim hit snapped clean in two, he bounced off the thick trunk of another, and hit his head on the limb of another, causing a sensation like a nova bomb going off in his head. This final collision slowed him down enough that he crashed to the leafy ground, bruised, dizzy, but alive.

SOMETIME LATER

After some time had passed, the Phoenician peeled himself off the dirt floor and wobbled to his feet. His armour was scuffed but otherwise undamaged, and he found the comforting weight of Fireblade secured at his side. Reminded of his sudden descent, Fulgrim turned to see the massive rent he had torn in the canopy. He looked about, the forest stretched in every direction, with small shafts of light reaching through gaps every so often. Fulgrim looked about for a tree that looked sturdy enough to take his weight, and found a monster specimen with a trunk almost 8 metres thick. He dug his gauntleted fingers into the bark and began to awkwardly pull himself up the trunk. He lacked the climbing experience of Corax or Kurze, and his armour had never been designed for this sort of thing, but before long he was standing astride the thickest branch he could find, swaying gently with the tree as the wind blew. He could taste rain in the air, and the sky seemed overcast. He shuffled around awkwardly, trying to see past the endless sea of undulating leaves. At last, he spotted what seemed to be a castle in the distance, about 15 kilometres away, by his reckoning. The fortress was made from a white stone, possibly marble, thought Fulgrim, recalling his attempts at sculpting with a small smile. He turned and leapt off the tree, landing back on the forest floor with a heavy thump.

>>30980033
^_^


Emps probably threw a shit fit when he found out about this.

Probably something like:
You can't use warp terror stuff!
Why not? You let Curze do it.
He doesn't claim to be a warp beast or use religious symbolism. He's just a sadist.
But you say there's no such thing as daemons.
There aren't!
So what's the problem?
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>>30980301
Haha, I was thinking the exact same
-Morgan that is the craziest shit I've ever fucking seen!
-You let Curze do it... And he fucking skins civilians, all I do is make em see weird shit...

I imagine his tone somewhat slow, laborious, heavy maritime accent, with a very calculated feel to it, like he's deliberately showing that his madness is a well thought out and functional one and not simply nonsense and arrgh I'm a space pirate. Somewhat like Purterabo with the whole much deeper than they seem on the surface type of thing.

>>30979882
How about the Obsidian Crown be a ship he finds during the Crusade and is his escape shuttle when he bails from the Big E.

As I've been writing the DW Rules and the summary I've been making had the Spectre be the ship he was discovered by.

The Obsidian Crown (and the Event Horizon) could still work as an incredibly epic story in itself. Like how >>30980301 put it

>>30980505
YES!!! Exactly what I was thinking!

I was thinking he got his start inspiring his men and freaking out his enemies and after a while it just became habit.

Granted, Curze also has that calculation to him which I think we see more of now that he's a bit more in control than he was. Just that Curze's madness takes more of an 'A census taker once tried to poll me. I ate his liver with fava beans. Numnumnumnum.'

>>30980225
Positioning himself in the same direction he had seen the fortress in, Fulgrim began to walk, his long stride covering the distance with rapid pace. After some time, he heard a rustling near to him and turned to the source. A pair of small children were hiding behind a thick bush, watching him with wide eyes. Fulgrim smiled and spoke:
"Come out little ones, I won't hurt you."
Slowly, the two stepped out from their concealment, and came close to the primarch. Now that he could see them better, he noticed they were a boy and a girl, the girl seemed younger than the boy, and Fulgrim assumed the two to be brother and sister. The girl tilted her head up to look Fulgrim in the face:
"You're big."
Fulgrim smiled again:
"Indeed."
The boy spoke up, pointing the way Fulgrim had come as he did:
"We saw you fall out of the sky from the castle." His eyes were as wide as dinner plates.
"Can it be you have come from space?"
Fulgrim's smile widened:
"As a matter of fact... yes" The little girl spoke up,
"We came to find you. Father has called for the Knights to come and see."
"Interesting, perhaps they could tell me where I am."
The boy was looking curiously at Fulgrim's artificer armour.
"Who are you?"
A small furrow appeared in Fulgrim's brow.
"I am the Primarch Fulgrim, called the Phoenician, child of the Emperor and general of his armies. I would have thought you would know that."
The boy looked away shyly:
"I heard some of the squires telling ghost stories about the Emperor's children once."
Fulgrim frowned, curiouser and curiouser.
"Could you take me to your father? He may be able to answer some of my questions."
"Certainly!" squeaked the boy happily, before dragging his sister off into the forest, motioning Fulgrim to follow. The primarch set off after them, his long strides easily keeping pace with the young children, turning over what he knew in his mind, this all seemed strange and a little sinister. He resolved to find his answers. One way, or another.

>>30980539
Yes it could ill start thinking of ways to flesh it out. Also I was thinking of something completely unrelated to Ironbeard. It is the matter of Ferrus Manus laying down a huge, you fucked up what dad did! Level reeducation of the iron hands. I'm thinking, as its been mentioned a few times in actual cannon I think, that some iron hands are even to a degree resentful of him for his own flesh born failings. I'm thinking he would expect this and to some degree use Kardan Stronos as the envoy of his message.

>>30980716
I really, really like that, particularly the "You're big."

Just checked suptg, didn't see the fourth thread archived. Sucks since I wrote the story about Magnus res'ing the Emp and I wanted to hear what you guys were writing about after that. Is it archived or saved anywhere?

>>30980690
Exactly. Curze is Hannibal Lector, he will kill someone for annoying him, or crucify someone (or several someone's) in town square. Where as Morgan ( I honestly didn't think of the last name relation until now so as a crazy fuck I'm prone to say it is e-money's will) Dexter Morgan. Ironbeard would rather raid his enemy's flagship (I'm thinking his preferred enemy is chaos because of what he's seen and dark eldar because their corsairs challenging his rightful title, and because they're bastards. I'm thinking he has somewhat of a Vulcan-esque "I'd rather spare humanity the nightmares I have faced then abandon them and allow them to witness such horror." Type of attitude under his violence and pirate style partying.

>>30980931
Which story about Magnus reviving Big E? The first or second?

>>30980931
The 1d4 page has the Foolz archive.

>>30980950
The first one I think. The one that's posted on 1d4 is mine. I kinda threw it together in a moment of passion so it really wasn't all that refined. I still like it though, haven't read the second one but I'm glad the idea of Magnus reviving Big Daddy caught on, that was all I really wanted.

>>30967710
sounds like necrons

>>30981186
See>>30969709

>>30980716
The ground began to slope upwards gradually, and Fulgrim took this to mean that they were approaching the castle. Sure enough, the forest rapidly thinned, and then cut out all together, leaving a wide plain around the fortress empty save grass.As the they approached the wide gate, Fulgrim heard a sound of servomotors and clanking feet from off to his left. He turned to see an Imperial Knight rushing towards the fortress, leaping from foot to foot, tearing up the grass as it ran. The deep moad lay ahead, with the drawbridge pulled up. The Knight skidded to a halt before the moat, and waited. After a moment, the drawbridge began to lower on clanking chains. The children cheered and broke into runs, Fulgrim quickened his stride slightly, watching as the Knight strode across the lowered drawbridge. The children's cheers faded as the bridge began to be pulled up as soon as the knight was across. Fulgrim dropped to one knee and spoke urgently:
"Climb onto my back. Quickly, now"
The children complied, clinging to the various pieces of ornamentation that decorated Fulgrim's armour.
Fulgrim stood, and then sprinted for the drawbridge, the grass and forest around him blurring as his armoured feet pounded the ground. By the time he reached the moat, he realised the bridge had been pulled up too far to far for him to walk onto. So he jumped. Shooting into the air like a rocket, the children clinging on for dear life. His armoured fingers closed around the edge of the bridge, and its climb juddered to a halt with the Primarch's weight on it. Before the chains could snap, Fulgrim pulled himself over the other side, and slid down the incline, the children jumping free of him as he went. Fulgrim skidded to his feet, and looked into the nervous faces of a half-dozen guards holding an anachronistic arsenal of weapons, from crossbows and pikes, to lasguns. The Knight was also there, training it's massive weapons on the Primarch.

>>30981654
Where shall I take it from here? This is supposed to be how Fulgrim ended up in the 41st millenium, but I've got no idea how to proceed from here.

>>30981654
>>30981737
"I... come in peace?" He groaned inwardly at the cliche. "Take me to your leader?"

Over the vox, from within the Knight, came the voice of the Baron, reverberating with mechanical overtones and with the unearthly energy of the Machine Spirits.
'I am the lord of this world.'
"I am Fulgrim, Lord of the Emperor's Children, and Son of the Emperor."
A moment of static and then the Knight spoke with the roar of many waters.
'We remember you, Fulgrim. We remember you and the traitors. House Devine. We destroyed them and as many of your traitorous warpspawn as we could. We have stood vigil since.
Speak not of He who is on Terra, for it was by your hand and those of your brothers he was betrayed.'
The words hit Fulgrim harder than any battle cannon shell ever could. None of this made any sense. He loved his father, he'd dedicated his existence to being the paragon of his father's ideals.

And now I'm at a loss to explain how he gets out of this. I don't think they'll shoot with the children in the blast radius?
Perhaps some Black Butler level table setting?

>>30982198
>"I... come in peace?"
Alright, own up, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW THAT WAS WHAT I WAS GOING TO HAVE HIM SAY?!

>>30981737
Initial interaction between Fulgrim and all the dudes with guns? His reaction to the fate of him and his legion? Reconciling with whichever other primarch he had the fiercest rivalry with?
>>30982198
I'd say he just grows increasingly more confused until the people pointing guns at him let their guard down a bit, and then diplomacy happens. Or maybe they bring a psyker/astropath up and he sees that he's untainted.

>>30982267
I wrote another story last thread involving the first method in use when Fulgrim was meeting with a Farseer who trained under Eldrad. Given, though, that was part of his road trip of reconciliation

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>>30980947
O_O

...I'd... wow... huh...

And also, I really like the implication that in addition to inspiration, the persona is also a coping mechanism.
I like that what we've got emerging is a guy who's kind of messed up but handles it really well. To go really mellodramatic: The harder Ishmael/Dexter Morgan weeps, the harder Morgan Ironbeard laughs.

He also plays organ, right?

I'm also thinking the Obsidian Crown looks something like pic related.

>>30982364
>Morgan as Captain Nemo
FUCK YES

>>30981737
Shoo the children away, raise hands in the air and ask what the fuck is going.

I think the only reason why they won't blast him apart instantly is the apparent absence of corruption. Sure enough it proves nothing, but it's intriguing enough to warrant not shooting RIGHT NOW.
As for how in hell he'd manage to proove his innocence I have no freaking idea.
>captcha: blammo pure

>>30982267
>>30982426
Yeah, that makes sense. Does the whole confused thing until everyone lets their guard down and they bring down an astropath to check it out, say's he's clean, so they let him stay in the dungeon with an explosive collar or something. Eventually he's allowed out. Unfortuately Inquisitors are on there way, but before they get there to drag him off, something bad happens, like a conveniently timed Xenos attack and Fulgrim saves the day.

The inquisition arrives to find the Knight House ready to defend Fulgrim, and before they can BLAM the knight household, Sanguinus or another 'good' Primarch appears in orbit and beams down. The Knight ID's them as the genuine article and they're all 'hey brother!' to Fulgrim and the Inquisitor is curious enough that he doesn't BLAM everyone right then and there. Perhaps she's been trying to find Ordo Chronos and thinks this may be something to do with it?

What do you all think?

>>30982241
...You're... Alpharius?

>>30982690
Alright, fine. How many of us are Alpharius?

>>30982885

All of us.

>>30982885
No-one is as Alpharius as all of us.

>>30983016 wasn't me.

Okay guys, I'm turning in for the night (morning), good luck with whatever you're doing.

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>>30982364
Here's some of my crappy sketches.

The Primarch

>>30986267
It took me a few seconds that the hood thing was, in fact, his face. I thought he had a waist that swiveled 180 degrees for a second.

>>30986267
The Obsidian Crown

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>>30986411
Helps if you include the picture.


>>30986396
Had been going for terminator armor style hood thing. Told you it was crap.

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>>30986445
And some other ship doodles.

And now, in the words of sage captcha, I'm
>Veeri out

>>30959165
maybe he could be somebody who's been slowly driven insane after being locked away for so long.

Inquisitor Obiwan Sherlock Clousseau

>>30963906
I like it, but I'm also the one from the last thread who was bitching about the lack of Boreale, so you already know the issue I have with this body of work

but its yours, its good, keep on doing what your doing brother

>>30982364
Yesss! This has gotten truly epic now.

Bump

>>30979974
>watching Event horizon after sunshine
how?

>>30986566
I...I am terrified at the combination this entails

>>30994070
Terrified?! Where's your sense of curiosity!?

>>30982364
He does indeed play an organ plus this is 40k of course were going to go hard on the melodramatic. Another thought that just randomly popped into my head, some marines in the void reavers making parts of their armor out of hardened void wale bone scrimshawed with tales and depictions of the legion defeating void spawned terrors and warp entities, could function somewhat like the space wolves saga's from a crunch and fluff perspective. The parts of the armor I was generally imagining would be things like pauldrons, vambraces, and possibly helmets

>>30995070
Since I'm still going on the VR DW rules, I'm interested by this.

The Wolf Priest has a Solo Mode that proclaims the Sagas, and since these are pirates, we can have the Shanties be equivalents.

Also, scrimshawed Void Whale bones sound awesome.

>>30995681
I think there was a thread on space shanties on here a while back. We had a great time, I remember that much.

>>30995721
Good times, that. I'm near done with the summary, so I'll look over that once I'm done

>>30995970
Summary for what?

>>30995970
An expansion on the IA that Vulcanfag wrote for the Void Reavers for the DW rules.

Keep the great work going, Battle-Brothers, the Emperor must be proud.

>>30996333
He'd better be, the story I did about him getting woken up is the only one of mine that I really like.

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Okay, I've sorted out what Fulgrim is going to do next, but It'll be a while before I can get down to writing it. Until then...

>>30995721
I know it's on suptg but i'm on my phone and can't link

>>30997739

Uh, I have a problem. I uploaded this thread on suptg but due to not fully knowing how archiving works everything past the post I've replied to won't be on suptg. How do I fix this?

>>30982198
"My Lord!" A cry from one of the guards manning the drawbridge broke the tension. The Baron tilted it's head back to look at the guard post, and spoke with it's rumbling voice:
"What?!"
"A knight from House Greene, it looks damaged and is flying a message flag."
The Baron made a sound like a snarl, and turned to the guards surrounding Fulgrim.
"Take... this. To the dungeons, I will deal with the messenger myself."
The guards looked nervously at the towering Primarch, whose mind was still struggling to process what he had just learned. He raised his hands again.
"I shall... come quietly." He shook his head at yet another cliche, but began to walk after the guards. As they crossed into the castle courtyard, he turned at the sound of the drawbridge being lowered again. The two children were still there, standing close to the massive figure of the Baron. The girl caught his eye and waved. Fulgrim smiled ruefully, but a cautious nudge from one of the guards turned him around again, and walked into the cool depths of the castle.

>>30999186
I'm really not the person to ask, I've never archived something on here before. I think Horusfag is usually the one who does that.

>>30982198
>>30999215
Awww Fulgrim...you really know how to get yourself into trouble.

>>30999186
Then we must start a new thread

>>30999626

There's still archivefoolz where it could be uploaded properly. Again, I'm sorry for my fuck up.

>>30999882
Chill dude.

Remember, the Emperor protects. Always.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/30958863/

>>30999986

How did you update the archive?

>>31000187
It refreshes itself every two hours, and you can manually make it refresh by adding the thread number and force it to add the new posts

>>31000212

Oh, good. I have nothing to worry about. Thanks for explaining it to me.

>>31000295
Yeah I had a quick tutorial when I was archiving the 2nd thread as well, no problem.

/tg/ is a really slow board, 2 hours is plenty for the thread to get properly archived

>>30999215
Fulgrim sat on the bed in the cool darkness of the dungeon. He considered it remarkable that the bed could support his armoured weight. Fireblade was lying on the thin sheet behind him. The Primarch stared into the middle distance, still turning over the Baron's words in his mind. How could he have ever betrayed the Emperor? Someone walked past his cell, and Fulgrim called to them.
"Hey!"
The person turned, and Fulgrim started at the empty sockets staring back at him. The strange markings on the robe they wore identified them as an astropath. Fulgrim spoke more gently:
"What is happening? What did the messenger want?"
The astropath seemed to deliberate for a moment, but then they leaned close to the bars, and reached through.
"Come closer, please." Curiosity aroused, Fulgrim stood up, the bed squeaking with relief, and walked over to the astropath. He knelt down close to the bars and looked carefully into the withered face. The astropath's hand shot out suddenly, and the gnarled fingers pressed against Fulgrim's forehead. The primarch gasped as a flood of sensation surged into his brain, along with the feeling of being scrutinized closely. A golden light eclipsed the dank dungeon, and Fulgrim's ears filled with the sound of a choir singing. Then the contact was broken. Fulgrim lurched backwards, purple blotches swimming in his vision and his ears ringing with the phantom sound. The astropath was slumped against the bars breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry." he gasped, "I had to make sure."
"Sure of what?" groaned Fulgrim, massaging his temples.
"That you really the one the others say you are." He smiled weakly, "Child of the Emperor, by the power vested in me by the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, I pronounce you free of taint."
Fulgrim clambered to his feet,
"Very good. Now, shall we try and convince the baron of that?" The astropath nodded, and began fishing through the pockets of his voluminous robes, looking for the cell for the key to the cell.

>>31000636
Now he gets all the HH story and how his double became a daemon prince. And freak out. Badly.

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>>31000636
As they strode through the dim corridors of the castle, lit here and there by flickering torches, Fulgrim spoke:
"So what did the messenger want?"
The astropath's expression turned sour.
"He wasn't a messenger, he was a survivor."
Fulgrim raised an eyebrow as the old man went on.
"Something dropped out of the sky, about a day or two before you did. No one knows what it is. No-one could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. It's just been tearing through the fortresses like a force of nature."
"And it's heading this way?"
"Yes. Last I heard, the Baron was debating whether to flee the castle, or make a stand here."
Fulgrim's hand settled on Fireblade's pommel:
"We should stand and fight!"
The astropath snorted derisively:
"I imagine House Greene and the others thought the same."
Fulgrim smiled:
"But none of them had me, did they?"

>>31000636
ooooh this is gunna be good

>>31000919
One of the thread stories he took out Daemon Fulgrim along with Ferrus. And earlier he was on Istvaan III to bury the remains of every Astartes that fell there (he also met the Eldar there, yet luckily they asked questions and didn't shoot).

I hope Ravenfag's story is a prequel to the Istvaan III story and the Daemon Fulgrim showdown.

>>31001082
It is yeah. This one is how Fulgrim ended up in the 41st millenium, and how he made contact with the others. The rest all happen after this one.

>>31000636
You are doing the Emperor's work, good sir.

KEEP ON IT.

>>31001022
And the Fulgrim surfed on Knight Titans that day...

>>31000526
Nobody told me that when I archived 1st thread. Damn, they could spare me a lot of stress.

>>31001097
Sweet...

>>31001136
That sounds like an idea...

>>31001169
Yeah I was panicked like hell when I did it, since the original OP was nowhere around to do it and neither me nor Ravenfag knew how to do shit so I read all the fineprint I could find on the site

>>31001022
As Fulgrim and the astropath strode into the great hall, they heard the sound of loud conversation within. The primarch pushed the heavy doors open and beheld. The Baron, divested of his Knight, was talking urgently with a tall man with a white streak going through his black hair. At the sound of the doors banging open they turned to regard the towering Primarch and shuffling astropath.
"Is he free of taint?" The Baron's question was short and to the point, but at the astropath's nod he relaxed slightly. He gestured to the man he had been speaking with.
"This is the captain of the castle guard, Robert Cross." The heavily scarred man nodded at Fulgrim, the faint whining of augments coming from beneath his carapace armour. Fulgrim's eyes were drawn to a strange device that replaced the man's left hand. Cross noticed his inquisitive gaze and spoke:
"Automatic grenade launcher. I was part of the Skitarii battalion that found this world, 70 years ago. I'm older than I look."
The baron spoke again,
"Men like Cross are hard to find, but even he won't be enough to stop the creature." He stepped close to Fulgrim, craning his head up to look the Primarch in the eye.
"But if you are who you say you are... then we might have a chance."
The loud sound of a bell being rung made them all jump:
"The alarum bell!" The Baron turned to Cross.
"Get the women and children out of the Fortress, even if we can't kill it, we may slow it enough for them to get away." Cross nodded and dashed out of the room. The Baron turned to Fulgrim:
"Go and meet with the guards, I need to reach my mount before this creature arrives."
The Primarch nodded and strode out into the cool night air. There were guards rushing about everywhere, some carrying antique looking lasguns, other with crossbows, and gunpowder rifles. Moving through them like a colossus, Fulgrim jogged onto the castle walls, where several of the guards were nervously looking about.

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>>31001672
Pic related is pretty much me while saving first thread.

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>>31001941
The dim starlight was enough for Fulgrim to see a solitary figure stroll nonchalantly out of the forest. Fulgrim pointed and the guards began to shout, one firing up a flare that cast a flickering red glow over the figure. It looked up from the shadows of its hood, and Fulgrim just knew it was smiling. It put its head down and started to run, feet tearing up the ground at a pace no normal man could. The guards fired their weapons, arrows, las-beams and clouds of smoke erupting from the castle walls. Fulgrim watched as the running figure brought an arm up, covering its face. The arm seemed to stretch and warp into a glossy black shield that it held in front of itself, arrows and bullets ricocheting from the scaly surface, while las-beams failed to leave any marks. Fulgrim drew Fireblade, the sword still glowed as though it was just out of the forge, but the grip was cool in the Phoenicians armoured hand. As the figure reached thirty metres from the castle gates, its legs seemed to shiver and warp. Then it jumped, soaring upwards as though gravity had gone out to lunch. It stretched its arms (now returned to normal) and legs out, what appeared to be reddish mist jetting from its wrists and ankles. For all the world, it looked as though it were flying. Then it landed on the castle wall with a crash that knocked the guards off their feet. As it stood from the low crouch it had landed in, its flesh and clothing appeared to warp and move, as though tendrils were moving about under its skin. The strange clothing it wore faded beneath matt grey plating, like an insect's exoskeleton. Its fingers lengthened into long razor-sharp claws, that flexed like a normal man's fingers would. Strange light glowed from the amour, eerily similar to that of Fireblade. It turned to Fulgrim, the Phoenician reflected and split into ten in the creature's claws.

>>31002569
What in the Warp is that thing? It almost sound like description of a Daemon in the Warp, where they are far more dangerous and weird.

Anyway, the further this story goes, the more I want more of it.

>>31002569
>warp-tainted thing straight out of Prototype
I like.

>>31002633
>>31002611
This is no warp creature. This is the Heretek Mercer, one of Fabius Bile's greatest students, who experimented on himself one time too many, and was cast from the Traitor's service as a result. Since then, he has wandered the galaxy, consuming the populations of entire planets in an attempt to make himself the perfect organism. He is dangerously close to success, and the prospect of consuming a primarch fascinates him like nothing else...

>>31002712
Is this a Brother Magos Issaac (Dead Space in 40k) reference then? I mean, one of his nemesis was Heretek Mercer IIRC

>>31002755
I have been parts of those threads, but no, that is a different Mercer with the same name as the Prototype one.

>>31002712
>Alex Mercer the Heretek up in this shit
>Fireblade is anti-Blacklight

AW SHIT, IT'S ON NOW SON

>>31002569
Fulgrim brought his sword into a guard position, and behind and infront of him, the guards clambered back to their feet, readying weapons, emboldened by the Primarch's defiance. THe creature made a "tsk" sound, and flicked one of it's arms at the guards behind it. The arm stretched and lengthened, telescoping into something that looked like a cross between a chain and a spinal cord. It lashed across the wall, tripping men up, and then dragging them towards it. As Fulgrim and the guards watched with horror, the men were dragged, screaming and flailing, into the creature, were they were absorbed, like water poured on a sponge. It turned back to Fulgrim, its armour writhing with tendrils. Its whip-hand shot out again, this time clamping onto Fulgrim's right arm. The Primarch seized the limb (it felt scaly, and horribly warm), dug his heels into the stone of the walls, and pulled with all his might. For a moment, the creature resisted, but a las-beam glanced off its helmet, breaking its concentration and Fulgrim wrenched it off its feet. The thing weighed far more than something of its size should, and this meant that the guard tower Fulgrim swung it into shattered with the impact. The chain-limb detached from Fulgrim, and slithered into the collapsing tower. Fulgrim and the guards remained alert as hundred of tons of rock rained down on the creature, still inside the tower. A great cloud of pulverized marble billowed forth, making the guards cough, and dulling the sheen of Fulgrim's armour. A black shape sprang from the rubble, landing in front of Fulgrim with a sound like continents splitting. Its fists had swelled massively, and taken on a rock-like texture. It swung one of them at a nearby guard, who was frantically reloading his rifle. The man was smashed into paste by the fist, paste that was absorbed into the creature like it was magnetically attracted to it.

>>31003210
>THe
FFFFFFFFFFF

>>31003210
Fulgrim dodged the punch meant for him, and was nearly knocked off his feet by the wall shuddering beneath him. He took advantage of the creature's over-extending itself, and slashed at its arm with Fireblade. The edges of the cut shivered with tendrils, but the fissure gaped wider, the glow of Fireblade inside the wound. The creature made a sound somewhere between a howl and a scream, and the wounded arm dropped off. It hit the ground and exploded into ash. The stump that was left sprouted tendrils that wrapped around and around themselves, until the hammer-hand had completely reformed, good as new. The creature snarled, wary of Fireblade, and circled the primarch for a moment, before lunging forwards. It crashed into Fulgrim's midriff, throwing him off-balance and clung to the Primarch as he toppled over the wall.
Fulgrim landed in the courtyard with a clatter of armour, Fireblade spinning out of his grasp. The creature reared up in front of the prone primarch. Its shape seemed to lose coherence, and tendrils reached from it, groping for Fulgrim.
"They know you". It hissed.
"They have nightmares about you"
"Fulgrim, the daemon, Fulgrim, the monster."
It stepped towards the stunned Primarch.
"Oh, but I am going to enjoy this." Its form spread further, hundreds of minute tendrils reaching for Fulgrim.

ZZZAAAPP

The creature jerked and spasmed, its tendrils roiling and twitching. It went still and then fell on its face. Behind it, stood Cross, shockmaul still smoking.
"Not as much as me, beast"

He stepped over the felled creature and, tucking the shockmaul back into his belt, held out his hand to the Primarch. As Fulgrim reached for it, the creature exploded in a great cloud of tendrils that forced Fulgrim back and wrapped around Cross. The creature reformed around the thrashing Skitarii, engulfing him completely. There was a crunch as it contracted inwards.
"That," It spat a piece of mangled augmetic out of its 'mouth':
"Hurt".

Captain Mir'San the winter blade stood aboard the battle barge Vulcans Wrath with forge father He'Stan as it hovered over the dead world of Sarmatia III. The world lied in the eastern fringe of the galaxy. It was an ill omened world that navigators brave enough to even enter the dark region these stars inhabit avoid. What it's occupants were has never been known by mankind. The few men to step upon its surface often come back mad if they do at all. What was undeniable however was that the Tome of Fire had many strange passages that matched the rumors that sprung from this world.

-I thank you for you and your men's assistance.
Mir'Sans grey face filled with pride
-it is an honor forgefather, to assist you in finding one of the artifacts from the tome, my men in I need no thanks.
A short time later they were descending to the world in a thunderhawk. A veteran squad, apothecary Calderan, captain Mir'San, the venerable dreadnought Bray'arth Ashmantle, and Forgefather He'Stan.

The worlds surface was a strange dark stone structures organized into strange patterns and being loomed over by the dim light of a strange purple star. The closer they approached the surface, the more disturbing the architecture became, every megalith was covered in strange runes that seemed to reflect the same eldritch light of the violet star. Many of the buildings seemed to be inlaid with the skeletal structures of the giant inhabitants this demented world, many posed in positions to show them consuming or violently defeating those they considered their lessors in an death obsessed spectacle.

This shall be continued

>>31003837
It pulled back a clawed fist, when a metal foot kicked it into the castle wall. The Baron stepped over Fulgrim, unloading its weapons into the creature. Fulgrim took the opportunity to dive between the Knight's legs and recover Fireblade, from where it was gently charring the grass. Behind him, a solid pillar of biomass smashed the Baron backwards, but the Knight did not fall, and resumed its barrage of battle cannon fire.
Fulgrim turned in time to hear the creature scream at him.
"NOTHING CAN PROTECT YOU FROM ME! NOT MEN! NOT WEAPONS! NOT ARMOR!"
The Baron fired his power lance, collapsing a large chunk of the wall behind the creature. Fulgrim saw it dart through the hole the impact had made, and vanish in the cloud of dust. Fulgrim took a running jump and landed on the back of the Knight. As it stomped through the gap in the wall, he pulled himself up until he was standing on the Knight's shoulders, swaying with the titan's steps. He readied FIreblade, looking in all directions for the next attack. He spotted the creature before the Baron, just in time to see it punch one of it's hands into the ground. The earth churned and split in a path travelling directly for the Knight. As the churning earth disappeared beneath the Knight, the Baron gave a massive lurch, and a trio of black spikes burst out of the Knight's shoulders, knocking Fulgrim off balance. The spikes retracted, the Knight staggered for a moment, and fell like a felled tree. Fulgrim lept to his feet and roared a challenge at the creature, all composure driven from his mind by the thought of the young children losing their father. He charged the monster, leaping over a sweep of the chain-tendril and parrying a dart of spiked biomass.
He ran the creature through with Fireblade and felt it shudder against him.

>Salamanders story and Fulgrim's beginnings in 41st Millenium.
>Being already sleepy enough and my cat is asking for being petted before I will fall asleep.
Battle-Brothers, I expect you keeping this thread alive long enough.

>>31004620
He gripped the sword with both hands and dragged it upwards, splitting its upper body in half. The two halves wobbled for a second, struggling to re-attach despite Fireblade's glow burning into the black and red flesh. Fulgrim swept the sword around, slicing the top halves of the creature's body off. The legs slumped to the ground, turning to ash as they fell. The top halves flopped on the ground, the armour falling away as Fireblade's mysterious power burned through it. The right half propped itself up on a disintegrating arm and glared at Fulgrim, the true face of the creature revealed at last as the glow ate away at it.
Fulgrim kicked it in the head. The creature exploded into ashes as Fireblade's magic finished its work.

>>31004806
It was truly entertaining, Ravenfag. Good that I managed to stay up long enough.

>>31004890
Now all there is left to do is write the aftermath, but you don't need to stay up for that.

>>31004806
Aweomeness atop of awesomeness.

>>31004917
I have programmed protocols that require system shutdown for couple of hours, as my mind remembers pleasures of flesh, you should know how it is, despite your genetic augmentations.

>>31005034
Indeed, goodnight again shiny xenos.

>>31004806
Fulgrim watched the remains carefully, Fireblade at the ready for any sign of reanimation. A minute passed, then another. Fulgrim breathed out carefully, then sheathed Fireblade, eyes still fixed on the pile of ashes. Then he turned and ran to the fallen knight. It had slumped onto its side, so he could see into the cockpit , and view the limp form of the Baron within. Fulgrim dug his fingers into the seams of the cockpit hatch, and after a moment's struggle, tore it off and flung it away. The Baron jerked at the sound, and looked blearily up at a Fulgrim, one side of his face covered by a massive psychosomatic bruise.
"I-is it... dead?"
Fulgrim nodded. The Baron slumped against his mount's controls with relief.
"Thank the Emperor. You truly are the primarch Fulgrim, then."
Fulgrim extended a hand.
"Speaking of which." He pulled the Baron out of the cockpit.
"Perhaps you can fill me in on what has happened. What did the creature mean when it spoke about people having nightmares about me?"
The Baron turned to look at the people running out of the castle towards them:
"I'll explain later. Now, we celebrate your victory."

>>31005637
Holy moly, that was a long story. Whaddya think?

>>31005637
Aside from all the hype about Fulgrim fighting ALEX FUCKMOTHERING MERCER, I really like how this is, and the fact that it opens up this unexplored part of our legend: The rediscovery of the Primarchs.

>>31005661
BTW, credit to Alpharius for writing that chapter up there and providing me with the impetus to complete the story.

Cont

Upon the surface of Sarmatia III in a massive chamber of impossible alien geometry the leader of the Dragon Warriors around a strange series of chaotic symbols carved into the floor. He examined every pillar in the room his acolytes had inscribed, every inch of wall, every tile of floor marked for a sorcerous act of massive proportion that was capable of bringing back to life the unknowable terror of the ancient race that dwelled upon the cursed world. The entire Sarmatia system of 20 planets was comprised entirely of these strange ghost worlds.

The preparations were completed, the sorcerers plan was to bind these ancient terror to the dark gods in exchange for power over them so he may loose this abomination upon nocturne. His hunger for vengeance for the death of his mentor slated.
Meanwhile.
The winter blade walked down the ramp of the thunderhawk, his squad of ten veterans following him behind Ashmantle and He'Stan. The ramps closed and the thunderhawk proceeded back to Vulkan's Wrath. The old warrior could feel the alien energy running through the ground of this world, and he felt something strange in the air as well, the presence of an old enemy and that truly enraged him.

>>31005735
> I really like how this is
>how this is
What does that mean, exactly?

>>31006229
I just like how the story went.

>>31006334
Good, because I've just had some lost time (about an hour and a half of it to be exact), and need to go the bed. Nighty-night, traitorous brethren!

>>31006385
I just rest as well

>>31006774
Must* dammit

http://www.4shared.com/file/NztRP-3Kba/Primarchs_Return_DeathWatch.html

Yeah, I finally finished the DW rules for the Void Reavers now. Whoever wants to look over them and check if I screwed up anything or made the Pirates too hax go on. I'm considering making rules for the Traitor-no-more legions

>Korianis Sector, Subsector Daranis

The Rogue Trader Sebastus Arrelia was accompanied by a small fleet of vessels. While some of them were merely escorts and one Explorator Vessel who was paying him handsomely for a chance to work on the Archaeotech Drive in his flagship, there were also three ships of Astartes. However, their heraldry appeared to be something he never noticed before.
For one, it was made of dark, smoky gray with a skull as an emblem. However, they were more than capable allies, and their commander, a Captain "Calico" Jacques, was actually a very sociable person who seems to dispel every myth about the Adeptus Astartes just by his very existence.

The Trader had just made his way from a re-supply station, having taken a few rotations in the crew, and made some nice profit from what he sold. While he was calculating this profit, he had found a message his Astropath intercepted.

"ARRIGHT YA FILTHY GITZ, YOOZ BEST HAND OVAH ALL YER LOOT, OR YOUZE GONNA GET RUN OVER FLAT BY THE GREAT KAPTIN BLUDDFLAGG!!!"

It took a moment before everything settled in.
"I say," Sebastus commented, "Did that message just say that we were about to be robbed by...Orks?"
"Indeed, sire," the Astropath replied.
"That's...rather dreadful," he shooed the psyker off. "I'll summon the Arch-Militant. Best figure what would be the wisest move."

The Arch-Militant, a dreadfully morose bastard son of a Cardinal, was informed of the case.
"We have no chance of combating these Orks," he answered.
"Now, tell me, why is that?"
"These Orks," he told Sebastus, "they're the crew of Kaptin Bluddflagg. He's tried to raid Subsector Aurelia before, only to get pushed off by those Blood Ravens."
"We have Astartes of our own, don't we?" Sebastus asked.
"Would you really consider now to be a proper time to test their reliability?"
The trader leaner forward in his seat. "We have no better chance to see an Astartes' reliability than in the field of battle."

>cont

Back from shooting Zambies all day, going to pass out and update myself tomorrow.

Emperor Protects.

(Totally a bump for Lorgarfag. Also. Yes. I'm glad you're doing that.)

Soon enough, a Kill-Krooza of incredible size apparated from the warp, and again the message played, much to the Astropath's discomfort.

Just before they entered range, there was one last message left by the Orks:
"WELL? YOUZE GONNA GIVE US DA KIT OR IZ I SUPPOS'TA SMASH YA TA GEDDIT?"

The Arch-Militant insisted, "You can't be seriously thinking of-"
"Torpedoes away." Sebastus cut them off. The crew began loading torpedoes. "If they want this ship, they'll have to get it from my cold, dead hands."

The escorts started forward, expecting to open fire together against the Orky monstrosity when a small pack of ships, all larger and more heavily armed than the escorts, emerged behind the Krooza.

As the Attack Craft began dogfighting, the lead Astartes Vessel began boarding the Rogue Trader's ship.
Here, the Captain and a few of his troops began dispersing among the walls of the ship, anticipating the inevitable boarding.
Meanwhile, another ship came to the defense of the Explorators, who were left exposed with the escorts slowly getting taken over by the Ork vessels.

It was in the Trader Vessel that Jacques began another tactic.
With access to communication, he found a way to get to the Orks.

"OI! OO'Z DIS DAMN GROT DATZ TRYIN' TO GET FROO TO US?!"
"You best learn my name soon, you flea-suckin' dirtbags," he replied, "cause you're going up against the vessels of the great Calico Jacques!"
"PFFFFAHAHAHAHAHA, DIS HUMIE'Z FUNNY. I WANT HIS SKULL!"

As the Orks broke off, Sebastus began asking, "Umm... is that Ork now trying to raid my ship?"
"You act like that's not gonna happen anyway."
Sebastus did not take that as well. "Y-you maniac! This vessel is priceless! PRICELESS!! I can't possibly afford to repair all this!"
Jacques turned back to his forces, "Ah, you worry too much about this! I've got brothers here who can definitely take them on!"

>cont

Jacques went to the engine deck, which was where he assumed the Orks would come to at some point or another. To mirror the need to defend this point, he also stationed a good number of his troops on this deck to keep guard.

"Alright," he opened up, "Who wants to lead the wartime shanty?"
The battle-brothers eagerly joined in, nominating via a competition amongst themselves. It was whittled to a Sergeant Corril, who led a company of Assault Marines armed with blast shields and an anchor in place of jump packs.

>Once was a storm unlike any other
>The men all shook up and the ship, she would quiver
>Goblins came out and they tore through the crew
>STAND FIRM, YOUNG MEN! FIGHT WHEN YOU'RE TOLD TO!
>They had fear in their eyes,
>And the cap's lash on their hinds
>STAND FIRM, YOUNG MEN! FIGHT WHEN YOU'RE TOLD TO!

The Shanty motivated the men to stand and fight the Orks, who soon came to attack on the starboard side of the Engine deck. As the Orks began to board, the moralized Astartes charged towards the boarding party, Sergant Corril at the front with his Anchor. The massive instrument proved to be an able weapon, as his swings immediately pulped the Orks in front of him. Meanwhile, his squad had their shields raised to deflect incoming fire. Further behind were the Devastators, who were making use of both their heavy bolters as well as some autoguns they found stashed by the crew. The autoguns in particular kept the Orks' attention, the dakka from those guns being just the thing they wanted,
However, that was just the thing they wanted, as the Orks blindly walked into the Assault team's chainswords. Those greenskins foolish enough were eviscerated.

As soon as the wave of green ended, the Captain took charge. He was going to take the boarding vessel and claim it as his own.
Their entry was greeted by more waves of Orks, but it was clear that these ones were not nearly as strong as the boarders, perhaps not being as experienced in combat.
>cont