My slumber was peaceful. Quiet, even, despite the location of the Bloodwrath. Suffice to say, I slept like a rock, at least partially thanks to my training. Of course, waking up a rock takes a bit more than a shake of the shoulder. So it was that I found myself suddenly not in my warm, soft bed, but rather landing on the cold, hard floor. "SONNUVABITCH!" And so the cycle continued. [spoiler]Open to Pavel.[/spoiler]

So do I make one of these and almost get 10000 Replies.Count me in! ~[i]Marmalade[/i]

[u]Medicae | General Quarters[/u] [i]It had been a few days since Lucas had tumbled off his mech -like the idiot he truly is - and that Ling had brought him to the Medicae. The time he had spent in his medical bed thing had been extremely boring, the only thing he was allowed to do being sleeping, reading, or doing something that didn't require movement - he was practically bound to the bed. At least his brother had showed his face and visited him along with Ling, though Ling had probably been there for his sister, who was in the bed next to Lucas's. Why he was bound to the bed? The fall had broken his left leg, arm, and a few ribs, so moving hurt a fücking lot. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ Lucas awoke with a groan, his hazel brown eyes reluctantly opening as he propped himself up on his right elbow, and took a look around, his mind preparing for another boring, uneventful day. Another day without coffee.. Oh, delicious coffee.. He definitely isn't addicted btw. Totally not. [/i] "Wonder when I'll be released from here.. Because this is becoming hell.." [i]He said to himself, forcing a chuckle from his throat. Then he rolled onto his back with a pained groan, and rested his yeah back against the pillow. [/i] "This shit sucks.." [i]He muttered with a deep and long sigh, his brown eyes slowly closing. Least he could do was try to force himself asleep - the best time consumer he had right now - while hoping that someone would barge into his room and make his day less boring. [/i] [spoiler]Open to all! [/spoiler]

[b][i]The Darkest Shadow The slums, General Quarters[/i][/b] [i] An orphan feels an itch within his mind as he walks the dimly lit streets of the slums, deep within the general quarters. His parents were murdered two nights ago, right before his eyes. The little boy remembers the wet, resounding impacts of the blade being forced into his fathers eye socket over and over and over, and the gurgling noise escaping his mothers mouth as her throat was slit. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and he hadn't slept for a single moment since then. His body was on the brink of collapse. The orphan passes an alley way, when he notices something in the shadows. A man wearing his father's clothes stands in the darkness, back turned to the child. The child's heart skips a beat at the recognition of his presumably dead father standing a few meters before him. "Papa??" The child calls out to his father. No reaction. [b]The child slowly moves closer, pulse racing. [/b] "Papa??" [b]The child is a single step away.[/b] "....papa?" The child whispers. [b]The thing before the orphan slowly turns around, revealing gaping, bloody holes where the eyes used to be.[/b] The child screams and tries to escape. He makes it out of the alley and into a crowded area, but thing wearing his fathers skin follows, feeding on the orphan's fear. [b]Suddenly, the boy's body is no longer his to control. Helpless, the boy watches his own hands as they snatch a side arm from the man next to him, take aim, and blow the head off 4 innocent bystanders before turning the gun on himself. The boy shoots himself in the knees over and over until the ammunition in his weapon is depleted. The child screams as the blood squirts out like a fountain. The beast wearing his fathers skin approaches, smiling with a mouth full of too many teeth. The child screams as the beast's mouth clamps down on his face, violently tearing the flesh off in strips of bloody meat and skin. A gang of bystanders lay into the thing wearing his fathers skin, beating it's head and back with improvised Melee weapons, trying anything so save the child from this monster. With a violent roar, the beast tears the men limb from limb right before the child, ending them quickly and without mercy. The child tries to crawl away, hands slipping in his own blood before the beast tears into his face once more. The orphan is tossed about like a rag doll as his tormentor continues to feast on the pain and the fear, keeping its victim alive and conscious. A bolt round strikes the man thing, barely impacting it as if it weighed several tons and was immovable. The space marines that fired the shot begin sawing each other limbs off, one by one, with chain swords. They take turns until nothing is left but one arm and one head on each of the bodies. The remnants of the space marines decapitate each other simultaneously, spraying the scene with arterial blood. Finally the beast reveals its true self, 17ft tall and made of pure hard shadow. The child screams as Armageddon unhinges his jaws like a massive snake, and eats the boy alive - screams echoing within it's mouth as the boy's body is torn and crushed to bits. Armageddon turns his attention to the crowd, killing everything it sees and feeding on the fear.[/b][/i] [spoiler]https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/149357992/0/0[/spoiler] [spoiler]Open. Keep in mind, Armageddon is the master of shadows. Keep him in the light and remember he can control minds... The strongest champions resist his touch, but your allies could turn against you.[/spoiler]

[i]In the depths of the Bloodwrath, in one of the many dark rooms, a small light in the shape of a visor flickers on. The visor belonged to a [url=https://imgur.com/FSBWtOc]combat suit[/url], laying on the ground, and on its front in a heap of metal. It slowly got up, its thrusters moving out of their place a bit before sliding back into their slots. Then, it stretched, and moved its hands to its back, feeling two weapons: [url=https://imgur.com/5rt4sxW]a Gauss Gun[/url] and [url=http://imgur.com/u0aUFSm]an Assault Rifle[/url], both in.. leather sheaths. How curious. He gripped the butt of his Assault Rifle, and slid it out of its holster, holding it out in front of him to inspect it, carefully reading the engraved letters on the left side of it, above the trigger,[/i] "Jason Fandango.. Brother of Lucas Fandango.. That's me.." [i]He quietly said to himself from inside his suit, his voice sounding gravelly and worn, with a metallic accent to it thanks to his helmet.[/i] "Well, no point in fiddling with my thumbs here.. Should get going.. Explore, find a base of operations, maybe some people.. Don't know what this place is though.. Shouldn't I be freaking out? Maybe, maybe.." [i]He lowers the gun, holding it close to his heavily armoured chest before setting off into a hallway, his metal boots silently thudding into the darkness, the sounds echoing off the walls, and through the halls. Another sound joined the echoing footsteps: the soft noise of fizzling energy. The air around him rippled like a sea as the protective barrier turned on.[/i] "Shielding, eh? Neat.. Anyway, this shit is boring and I wanna go home already.. Or murder something.. Oooh, or both! Maybe barbeque with some cold beer.. that'd be great.." [i]He silently muttered to himself, his greyish eyes scanning the area around him while he started to go very bored. Then, a sound catches his attention. Faint chanting in the distance. Wait.. chanting? What kind of hellhole did he end up in now?[/i] "What the? Chanting, huh? They trying to summon Satan or somethin'? Ah, no matter.. Just gotta wipe 'em out, because chanting can't be good, right?" [i]He shrugs to himself, and speeds up, soon breaking into a full on sprint, making his heavy footsteps echo far through the halls. He turned a corner, and ran into a massive opening, dozens of cultists being on their knees and praising their god or some shit. He didn't know. He didn't care. The cultists quickly started opening fire on Jason using meltas and other things. His shield absorbed most of the energy, dispersing it somewhere else, making it so the suit remained undamaged. Jason opened fire on the cultists, the plasma coated bullets fired from his Assault Rifle tearing through them with ease, sending pieces of flesh and bone all over the place, painting the walls and the floor. Jason grinned underneath his helmet as blood from a nearby cultist splattered over his helmet. Click, click, click.[/i] "Bloody 'ell, gonna need a reload.." [i]Jason muttered to himself as he let go of his rifle with one hand, and used it to smash a cultist's head in, cracking the skull and smashing the brain, making all sorts of stuff leak out of the cultist's head, some of the stuff splattering on Jason. With his free hand he grabbed the other gun off his back. His Gauss Gun. He aimed it at one of the few remaining cultists with one hand, and pulled the trigger. With a deafening bang, a massive alloy of depleted uranium flies out of the Gauss Gun, sped up to several times the speed of sound. It hit a cultist dead in the chest, tearing through it and hitting another cultist behind the first one, eventually ramming into a wall. Soon, all cultists were dead, and a room filled with body parts, dead bodies, and a covered Jason remained, a grin on his face. He loved this. It was the thing he was made for. Killing. He sheathed the Gauss Gun on his back, and quickly reloaded the Assault Rifle, sheathing it afterwards. He then slowly continued his trip through the halls.[/i] ============================== [i]After a long while, Jason arrives somewhere strange. He had been called there, but by what? Who knows.. Anyhow.. The place was very strange to him, because there were many different buildings, people, and even a luscious green area, inhabited by massive figures in hulking armour, dragon wings on their backs. The rest was vague to him, the distance being too big. [/i] "Well, hot diggity damn! Look-ee look at what I found! People.. Maybe hostile, hopefully not though.. Might wait around here, at the edge.. Not approach anyone until I'm approached.. Sounds like a plan!" [i]He said as he stood still, both hands clenched into fisticuffs as he looked around. Then, he simply sat down on his shiny metal ass, taking a couple of deep breaths as he went over what had happened, eventually tilting his head down as he slowly closed his eyes, though he stayed firmly awake.[/i] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]

[i]Always Angry, All The Time![/i] A Hulking Yellow and Red mass was running down the Halls, holding up his Chainsword above him, charging at or retreating from something. It wasn't the Latter, but the Former. The Battle Cry of F and U could be heard for seemingly miles, as it went on and on. The Chaos Space Marine barely had time to react as the Mass of Red and Yellow came down onto it, driving his Chainsword through its head and down the middle. The Chaos Space Marine toppled into two halves of blood and gore, as the Yellow and Red mass finished his Battle Cry, victorious. [spoiler]Open![/spoiler]

[i][u]Ancient Malevolence.[/u][/i] The four warriors of the warp had finished their journey within the realm of Tzeentch, and had now crossed over into the realm of the dead Prince, Slaanesh. The land had grown stale. Quiet. The once colourful and horrific worships of the god had ceased, now only performed in secrecy. Noiratrom and his Sentinels came here to recruit another member, named Tatianna the Intrepid. As they moved further into the domain, the distant booming of music and chants could be heard, as a castle came into view... [i][b]The festive palace, in the prince's domain.[/b][/i] Although the realm had fallen silent, the fate hadn't befallen everyone upon the domain. Remote pockets of activity were still about, feasting, torturing, abandoning themselves to the vices of the pleasure god. Even if it had died. One of these such pockets was the Festive Palace, a crowning jewel of chaos madness. The maddening chants coming from the palace rose high into the skies as the festivities went on. The host of these activities was [url=http://pre13.deviantart.net/3272/th/pre/i/2008/183/2/b/chaos_champion_of_slaanesh_by_jubjubjedi.jpg]Vuujold the flayer[/url], one of the last few remaining high lords of Slaanesh. Within his castle, he hosted a mighty party in the honour of their god. Slaves were being thrown about, torture was abound, orgies persisted through the night. It was an all around good time for them. Daemonettes, Dark Eldar, Cultist, all worshippers of pain and pleasure were invited. Among the guests, though, there was one uninvited. Using the darkness of the realm as a cover, [url=http://i.imgur.com/ZXYcog5.jpg]Tatianna the Intrepid[/url] had slipped herself into the party. Unseen from both the obnoxious commotion and her own speed, she moved through the crowds like a shadow, unseen, perhaps from a strange ability... she sought someone in particular. Until she found her target. A Dark Eldar Haemonculus. The perfect target to help her infiltration. She snatched the man straight out from torturing a slave, and brought him into a dark corner, unseen. She thought to herself for a moment. [i]"Dark Eldar blood isn't the cleanest... but it is blood. I suppose it will have to do."[/i] [u]"Hey! I was having fun!"[/u] he vociferously yelled. "Don't worry..." She spoke, her exotic accent lacing her every syllable. "... the fun is only just starting." With unforseen strength, she moved the man's head aside, exposing his neck. She opened her mouth, revealing her teeth. She had canines that were like the fangs of a wolf. She planted said fangs into the man's neck, in his jugular. And so, she began drinking his blood. Naturally, the Haemonculus wasn't giving it a thought. The pain mixed with pleasure was heavenly to him, so he abandoned himself to the sensation. Once Tatianna had drank enough of the man's blood, she released him, swiftly opening his neck with a dagger. As his corpse fell to the ground, Tatianna spoke, a strange red mist surrounding her body. "Alright... now t[u]o go get Vuujold... I'm coming for you, you bastard..."[/u] Tatianna, now donned with the unmistakable appearance of the Haemonculus, walked away. The only difference between the two of them now was that the original Haemonculus had his throat sliced. Now under her new disguise, she approached the throne upon which the chaos lord sat. He was very large and imposing, about fourteen feet in height and bulkier than a chaos dreadnought. But Tatianna wasn't afraid. She had taken on bigger prey before... and so, she kept walking towards the throne, in an absolutely inconspicuous manner. The lord sat there, observing the festivities from underneath his mask of flesh. He had no guards to protect him. After all, a man of his strength needed none. After (s)he got close to the throne, Vuujold turned his head to speak to the Haemonculus. [i][u]"Grumennael! You are enjoying the festivities, I hope?"[/u][/i] He said, with his daemonic voice. [u]"Yes indeed... many a slaves to torture... their pain is most exquisite... on the matter of pain, My lord, I have brought a gift for you! A most perfect, most precious prey for you to torture at your lesiure, in privacy."[/u] Vuujold seemed very heartened by this gift. [u]"You are too kind, Grumennael! I will take you up on this gift gladly..."[/u] The chaos lord stood up from the throne, and followed the Haemonculus down into the catacombs, where tortured playthings were left to die and rot. The two entered a private torture chamber, and Grumennael closed the door behind them. [i][u]"Here we are... now where is this gift, Haemonculus?"[/u][/i] With his back turned to her, she could strike. [u]"Right...[/u] here." Vuujold felt a sharp, stinging pain pierce into his back, as Tatianna drove her dagger through his back, going through his armour like a phase blade. She drove it as deep as she could, even driving her own fist through his wound, until the blade came out from the other side. Vuujold coughed blood upon the skin that covered his face. [i][u]"You... I should have known it was you... the last remaining Farron bitch."[/u][/i] Tatianna yanked the knife out of his gut, and he fell to his knees. She stood in front of him now. "But you didn't. You couldn't kill me when I was a child. And now, you won't be killing anyone else." With her vampiric strength, she punched into his torso, and yanked out both of his large, tainted hearts. He fell to the ground, leaving a massive bloodstain. Weakly, in his last breath, he watched as she crushed his hearts to a moldy paste and placed the paste in a bottle. Condensing the leftovers of his hearts in her hands, the last thing Vuujold saw was her drinking the last of his heart blood. Placing the bottle into a pouch, she walked out of the room. Not too long later, the corpse of Haemonculus Grumennael was discovered. The party attendants panicked. They scattered through the night, their festivities ruined when they also discovered the corpse of Lord Vuujold. Many other corpses were at the party. But they weren't found. In the chaos of the fleeing attendants, Tatianna had carved a bloody path, cutting through whomever would stand in her path to the exit. Hopping through the window she came in from, she dived out, falling for multiple stories. Until she approached the ground, where she suddenly slowed down, landing gracefully. Her robes were slightly tainted with blood, but then again, her entire life involved nothing but blood. "So... you too have found me." She said, not even looking up at Noiratrom. She already knew he was there.

[b][i]Maddness' grip[/i][/b] This new chaos God, although it had not yet attacked the citizens of the imperium, the growing power of its followers. As it killed the others the thirst for power would lead it to attack the people. And yet still they ship brought more men of the imperium, as if to stoke the flame of war. Such a force was IX Legio, a imperial guard force raised from an agrarian world very reminiscent of Rome in the days of the early empire. Their weapons and armor are modern, shields made of energy, force swords, pila pattern lasguns. Their arrival marked a rise in imperium moral, it was often said many could not suffer to beat the legions of Rome, the cost is always high. Their arrival also brought with it a strong hatred of chaos, they suffered none of the occult practitioners to live. Strangely, for all their hatred of chaos, xenos were largely unharmed. It was one of the few places in the empire they could live unmolested. Often serving in the specialized auxiliary counterparts of the legions, filling specialist roles. The recent cooperation with the chaos God would soon be at an end. [spoiler]open to reactions[/spoiler]

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In a deep faint voice that echoes as if inside a deep cave [b]why? Why did you betray me?... Answer me!... [/b] The armored warrior draws his great sword [b]You cannot hide from me!... Come out! Face me! FACE ME!...[/b] The knight drops to his knees and begins to mumble under his breath [b]Please...[/b] His eyes drift shut Then he awakes on the main deck of the blood wraith surrounded by their crew and inhabitants, the knight grabs his blade and jumps to his feet looking as if he was ready to fight the entire ship singlehandedly [spoiler]take it away[/spoiler]

[i][b]The Round Table.[/b][/i] As Feryun walks through the portal back to his master's realm, he lands in front of the Emerald palace, in the bright grass. In his hands, he carries the tablet that was the Shadowlight artefact. The powerful, mysterious stone pulsates with energy, and the sorcerer puts it down on the ground, in part because he was afraid of its power. Two of the royal guardians of the palace had approached the wizard, but upon recognizing Feryun's metal chassis, they sent for Noiratrom at once. Rapidly, the king approached the wizard. "Feryun, your search was fruitful?" He says, in his powerful deep voice. [i]"Yes, my lord. I have found the Artefact, just where I had left it. Although I must warn you... it's magics are still a mystery to me."[/i] he replied, in his metallic voice. "I understand your worries. I will keep it under lock until its secrets can be uncovered." Noiratrom, with a mere thought, made the tablet levitate. The two guardians approached him, carrying a golden Ark. Thr god then descended the tablet into the ark, which was then sealed afterwards. It would be carried deep into the vaults, where it would remain to be observed and experimented. "But with that business concluded, we have more urgent matters to attend to, my sorcerer." [i]"Your wish is my command, lord. I shall assist you in any way that I can. After all, you have gifted me with my sorceries..."[/i] "I did so because you will need them... I have shared my plan with you. Come, walk with me." Feryun stood back up, and followed Noiratrom into the palace. "While the war against Khorne will rage, we are forced to divide our attention. I will be split into two. My primary spirit will remain here, to secure the front. And, to help in the illusion... my second spirit, albeit much weaker, will be accompanying you in the search." [i]"The search, my lord? The search for artifacts of Mephet'ran?"[/i] "Not quite yet... first, we must gather thr sentinels." They then enter a room wherein a table rested. It was a circular room, in which seven thrones rested. Each throne was ornate in a specific fashion, as if it had been designed for a particular person. At the center of the room, a strange map. It was ever changing, showing real time. It could point to anywhere in the universe, including the warp. Currently, the map was showing the Realm of Evergreen. They could see every tree with unspoken clarity, including the village, and the townspeople that lived in it. Feryun observed in amazement at all of this, but wondered. [i]"My lord... what is the use of this? Who are the sentinels?"[/i] "A good question, Feryun. Please, take your seat." Noiratrom sat at the throne designed after him, which was the biggest of the thrones. To his right was Feryun's. The sorcerer seated. "To accomplish my task, I have need of the greatest warriors that ever were. And they must be willing to work for us. I have found five other candidates, that would work with you and I. Once the five are gathered, we can begin our hunt for the Tesseract vaults. And once we have gathered as many artifacts as we can, we will go seek the black library, and Cegorach. And once he has joined us... we will take down Tzeentch. And so, our current mission is to go gather these five champions." Feryun nodded, taking it all in. [i]"I see... well, wherever you go, I will follow you. Even if it is to our deaths, my lord."[/i] Noiratrom smiled, then nodded. "Our first recruit is wandering the depths of the warp. More specifically, the Blood God's domain. She is caught in an endless gauntlet. At her feet pile the dead of the warp, destined to return eternally into defeat." The map warps and changes to show the realm of Khorne, then zooms in on the tree of souls. "That is where we go." The map then turns into a portal, leading straight into the blood god's domain. "When I step through the portal, my soul will be fragmented. The blood god will not suspect a thing. But I will be made considerably weaker." Around him, his armour materializes. On his head, the helm of Alpharius, his brother. Feryun nods, and steps through. [spoiler]here we are! Remember your roles, guys.[/spoiler]

Vlad awakens, from what seems to have been weeks if not months of sleep. And instead of being asleep in a corridor in the darkness, he was lying in a bed, with a deep Crimson light breaking through a window. The room he was in, was small but definitely, comfortable and welcoming, as there was soft, and smooth sheets, like they had been ironed when he was sleeping. He gets up, and walks to the window, that is up from his chest, to about another 1 1/2 meters high. When he looks outside, he sees carved walls and he is, on the ship. He wonders though, as to how he got here. He notices after a moment, that he is only wearing underwear and in the corner of the room, is a black chair with dark clothes, with embedded armour folded neatly. He puts them on, and sees a door, he instantly opens it, and walks down a simple but pretty staircase. Once he reaches the bottom he sees a figure. [spoiler]OPEN to anyone at all. [/spoiler]

"SONNUVABITCH!" I rocketed upright, clutching my left arm in pain. It felt as if a knife was cutting into my arm, and then the cut was immediately being doused in alcohol and stitched up. No, that wasn't right, I got sliced yesterday, and then Crossbow had stitched me up. As the pain faded, I noticed that I was wearing a flak armor vest, though it was missing the right shoulder pad and was stained with very old blood on that side. There also seemed to be a matching helmet and lasrifle to my left and right, respectively. Then I remembered Blackburn giving me the armor and weapon, and the two of us ambushing a bunch of cultists. But... how did that make sense? The two events seemed to start and end in the same place, but were wildly different. There's no way they could have happened at the same time. ... Right. "Fück the Warp." I sighed, grabbing my wargear and hoodie before heading for the door. The bartender didn't bat an eye at the cut or the armor, which made things marginally simpler, as it meant I didn't need to explain... whatever the hell this was. The innkeeper didn't give any sort of greeting, simply sliding over a bowl of oatmeal and a water. After giving a small nod of thanks, I dug into my breakfast as I tried to reconcile conflicting memories. I had some idea of what might have happened, but there was no way to be sure. [spoiler]Closed. Also, the Warp did it.[/spoiler]

Blackburn rolled up his sleeves and ran his fingers through his hair. Sleep was a far off thing, for one he was hungry, for another something was preventing him from getting much of it. Like a bad dream he couldn't remember, it was weird, he'd once been able to sleep anywhere, Slab of concrete, no problem, in the grass with a bottle for a pillow, Childs play. He knew he wouldn't sleep well now, so he exited his billet. He strolled along the pathways of general quarters and towards the local bar. He saw a few of the people he'd led to general quarters, a few of the pretty ones held his attention for more than a brief moment. But he didn't make any serious moves. Not tonight, that is what he told himself, almost every night for that matter, it wasn't a problem of scarcity, he was a good looking SOB, wasn't interest, he heard that eldar could be wild in bed, he shook his head, he guessed it was just the environment. Active warzones changed him. He sat down in his booth with a bottle of stout, he tried to remember his home. It had been three years, nine months, and twenty one days since he'd last seen it. He pictured the gradual green slopes, the old roads that few used, the quaint towns and villages. It was peaceful, but he'd missed this life, war. It was all he knew, and he knew he'd missed it. So when the IAMC needed marines he volunteered, and that was that. To everyone else, he was just a marine, in a bar, sipping beer, staring off into space and scanning his environment every so often. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

Within the Sacred Grove, the Jade Dragons stirred. While the human gardeners were away at their fields, they could see that the marines were uneased, unrested. Something was about. And to the warriors that passed in the area, they could tell what was happening. A battle was to come. And it seemed to put the brave warriors on edge. Something was amiss... perhaps they were in need of help again. Perhaps another great battle was abound. Or something otherwise... [spoiler]that part was for those on the bloodwrath looking for something to do. Go investigate. Open to all.[/spoiler] Meanwhile, back in his realm, the Prince of Discord watched anxiously through his bay window at the rolling hills beneath his castle. Something was disturbing the usually calm man. A dark priest of the mechanicus entered the room. His shadowy, murky tentacles rolled him along the floor, is robes hiding the rest of his body. It was as if he floated above the ground. Upon his entrance, Noiratrom turned his head to face him, his muzzle casting a shadow upon the smaller man. "Pontiff. You bear news?" [quote]Yes, my Lord. Good news. The machines are nearly all ready. Our allies have proved most resourceful...[/quote] The shady being spoke in a twisted mechanical voice. It was as if he hadn't recieved the cleansing blessings of Noiratrom. Or perhaps, had he refused them by choice? [quote]... They will be ready for war. And thanks to our advanced facilities, more will be prepared, at a brisker pace.[/quote] Noiratrom turned his face back towards the glass, looking out to his kingdom. "Good. Have them ready to march immediately. I fear he may strike at any moment... and the longer this conflict would go, the stronger he would only get. We must make this swift and effective. Otherwise... this may have all been for nothing." [spoiler]for Vaax, basically. I mean... I don't know who else would be part of his royal caste.[/spoiler] And so, the Pontiff took his leave, to return to the dark depths of his mechanicus lair. While Noiratrom stood before the window, he seemed to enter deep thought, as if searching within himself for something. Searching the depths of the soul pit that was his inner mind. Weaving through the sea of power, he found a single presence. A power he once wrought, but a soul he was unable to claim. But this soul... he would need it. Not for himself, no. But as an ally. And so, using this power, he beckoned the spirit to him. He flashed his mind through the depths of the warp to find this being. Within the formless soul pools of Tzeentch, a single soul was disturbed. That of the wizard Feryun. His body was naught, all that remained was his consciousness. [i][u]"Awaken, wizard. Your time has returned."[/u][/i] [spoiler]this last part, it's for Shulk.[/spoiler]

PATHETIC MORTALS I DEMAND ENTRANCE INTO THE GROUP OF MY BROTHERS FULGRIM AND LEMAN

[b]Chloanne.[/b] Chloanne was up at presumed morning, or atleast her internal clock morning. No one was up at the time, she sighed as she entered the kitchen. She found some grapes and started eating them, that is until she heard footsteps and in entered ling. "...What are you doing?" He said, groggily. "Eating grapes..." Ling walked over and grabbed one and ate it, then just leaving the kitchen. "I will never understand her." He said before heading back into his bedroom. Chloanne placed the grapes back and went to the entrance of the Quarters, leaving and heading towards the warehouse-hangar-garage place and entering. Lings Imperial Knight was there, Arknin was working on top of it though he didn't pay Chloanne any mind. [spoiler]Open, don't mind the first part, just some filler to this just because[/spoiler]

[i]This Is Why you don't let a Militia try to fight something! It was a sea of blood. Twenty five men out of the original three hundred, dead in ten damn seconds. And what did this? What caused these NWH soldiers to all die early? Three. -blam!-ing. Chaos Marines. Each of the three hundred men, or at least the remainder, fired their weapons at them, though since all they had was a simple M4A1 or M1911, they got mega-blam!-ed. [/i] ((Shad.))

[spoiler]mfw.[/spoiler]

[b]The Hunter walks around the Bloodwrath, looking for threats in his new combat armor.[/b]

Lucas, after an evening of... stuff, and a long rest, wakes up groggily, and, of course, in a bed. He slowly blinks a couple times before rubbing his eyes, and slipping out of the bed. Then, he collected his clothes, and put them on with a couple of yawns. He stretches, the bones in his back popping and cracking, making a smile spread across Lucas's face. He silently leaves the bedroom after softly kissing the room's other occupant. Then he goes downstairs, still half asleep, and into the kitchen, sleepily making himself a coffee - with lots and lots of sugar. Once it was done, he paid the heat no mind, and chugged the entire cup, the hot liquid burning his throat and tongue, but it only woke him up more. "Phewie! That wakes one up real damn good.. Now, another day without much to do? Maybe, maybe.. Could try cooking again, I guess.. No waffles though, maybe.. some steak or something?" He silently said to himself as he walked you the big ass doors of the warehouse hangar thing, and with some effort, opened the door enough for him to slip through. Once outside, he closed the doors again, and sat down on the floor, leaning back against one of the doors. [spoiler]Open to any and all. Kinda lazy post; I'm tired. [/spoiler]

[i]Nation Without A Home | The Bloodwrath's Streets, JT, 1200 hours. [/i] ////////////////////////////////////////////////////// "It all starts with one man, a lone fighter in the midst of the Imperium's uncontrolled worlds." The statement was announced in the centre of the street. The flow of traffic from Imperium civilians were all continuing on their way, but a few men managed to stand in their spots. Every last onlooker that would approach was a civilian of course, but that was who the speech was targeted for. [/i] "A warrior, a killer, one who hunted the Chaos like they were deer, and this man was the ultimate huntsman. Why did he do it? Who was he? Who was this man with?" [i]The speech wasn't coming from my mouth, rather from beneath the helmet of another. The helm was a pitch black shade, much like the armour he bore underneath his newest uniform. The uniform was in fact his armour, but it was painted strangely. The torso and legs were both a light shade of grey, while his arms weren't that colour at all, instead they were green. And in a moment, his helm would become the same forest shade as if it was taking a new colour. [/i] "Now, this man was not with any - He was foreign to these lands, and so he did not fit with the Imperium, due to him being a stranger to humanity. He was not of the Chaos, for he would have more honour than to hunt his undivided brethren." [i]The man that spoke was amassing a truly grand crowd now. People of the Imperium decided to listen in, and many were confused as to where this preaching would go from here. The man that spoke was a Mexican, which was hinted at by his Latino accent. Vasquez was his name. [/i] "And you know what? He was with someone. Himself. For he was a warrior, displaced person in the galaxy that was forever at war. He had no home, no family to go to, no brothers or sisters to aid him." [i]The statement had made people crawl out of the woodworks, and those who were considered freaks and outcasts in society listened in. They seemed to be the ones that enjoyed this speech the most, as they connected to what the strange person was saying. [/i] "But this was not in vain, for that man sparked something grand. My name is Captain Vasquez, and I was a man who heard that tale so long ago. I met this man... And he changed it all!" [i]Suddenly, all eyes shifted to me. Vasquez' words conveyed an intensity that would make him seem bold and powerful, which only enticed the crowd more by him. [/i] "This man is JT, a mercenary for hire. He runs a company, the Nation Without a Home - The same thing that aims to combat soldiers of Chaos, and give homes and families to those who are outcasts of all societies." "So I ask you, people of the Bloodwrath? Are you going to sit idly by and allow more soldiers to die like dogs, alone in their ventures? Or are you going to take up arms and fight as one family, one who will take down the Chaos on its own?!" [i]When he spoke, their was a single wave of "No!" That swiftly moved across the sea of watchers. Some left the scene, but a good three hundred people remained here to hear out the speech. [/i] "If you are willing to help your new family, come to the General Quarters at four sharp. You will be joining the private force, but you will be taking on the Chaos, and fighting alongside your new brothers and sisters... Your new family." [i]And at that, Vasquez and I left the area. [/i] [i]General Quarters (Outskirts), 1600 Hours. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////// [b][/b]It was set. Hundreds of recruits - three hundred and two to be exact - had come out to join us. We were the outcasts of the Imperium's society, we were the Xeno's that the very Imperium wished to purge, and yet we fought against the Chaos, and for humanity. [/i] [spoiler]Open if you're looking to join up, otherwise closed. [/spoiler]