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A small shape flips through the air, clattering to a halt right behind the Executor. The resulting explosion shreds the Barghests in a storm of shrapnel, leaving them scattered and bleeding. The Executor merely stumbles, barely scratched by the frag grenade. Bother. Brother Lepidus steps from the shadows and carefully lines up his shot, pulls the trigger. His bolter roars. The first round strikes a bleeding Barghest in the head, reducing it to a bloody smear on the ground. The second is a gut wound that excavates the contents of a Barghest's stomach. The third, a clean hit that cores out another's chest. All of this has taken place in the span of less than a second. By now, the crazed beasts are beginning to orient themselves away from the fools inside the library and toward Lepidus. Which was just fine by him. He'd make them all bleed, one by one, until his vengeance was satisfied. @kenod
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...I don't like the way she stares into my soul. Are we sure this is a real human, and not some daemonic abomination made flesh?
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Now, I never said they weren't canon. Just erased from history. @Nohadon, if you want to play a character that calls people heretics (I.E., a 40K character), PM me.
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How goes life in the apocalypse, dear queen? @Queen Elsa Steelheart
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I, personally, plan to be in space when it all goes down.
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The woman snorted. "Do you even need to ask?" she said. "We're going to kill her." A beam hit the giant square in its eye, setting it on fire. It stumbled away, cursing in some foul language. "Oh, come on," said a voice from behind the one-eyed marine. "Do I have to do everything myself?" Intercessory stepped forward and lifted Golda from the cage with his claws. He dashed forward, climbing the stairs with unnatural speed. He looked down and smiled at Golda, warp-flames crackling around his exposed skull. "Miss me, darling?" he said. An massive, armored hand scooped up Compile. "Time to go, little one," said Brother-sergeant Pietr, as he looked at the swirling maelstrom of energy around Crow. "Our part is done." He turned around and dashed down the street, holding on tightly to Compile. And from the nearby shadows and hidden places stepped a dozen Dark Angels garbed in robes. They walked slowly towards the purple fog around Crow, encircling it.
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The door creaked, before slowly falling off its hinges and hitting the ground. Honerva glanced towards Freedom. She was standing next to one of the walls, by an opening where the rotting wood had given way and fallen apart. Another space marine stood behind her, armored in massive bone-white plate. "Good," she said. "You're on time. The situation has escalated. Three minutes ago, there was firefight within the manor. Bolter fire, and not from the Dark Angels." She breathed out. "But before that, Crow left the house. Which can only mean the trap is sprung." A crack echoed through the air as Crow's knee exploded into a fine mist. On a tower overlooking the playground, battle-sister Vera let out a breath. Crow was stumbling, her leg not quite destroyed by the bolter round. She thumbed the rifle's magazine, hoping the strange bolts it carried struck true. She looked down the scope again, aiming for Crow's chest, and fired. @Arcc1002
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The sound of gunshots echoed through the walls of the basement. Deep and throaty, unlike the sound of conventional firearms. The screams came moments later, before being cut off by roaring bursts of fire. Then everything fell silent. Minutes passed. Then, suddenly, the cells opened again. Light, bright and vicious, poured in. And looming over Golda was a spectre of death, glaring at her with a single, glowing eye. @Silva @Arcc1002
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"We move." The skull wobbled towards the window. "Meet me at the abandoned warehouse in the manor district. Bring weapons." With that, the servo-skull flew out of the window. @Silva The smile faded from the woman's face. "Right," she said, sounding serious. "Forgot you spikey lot had the humor of bloodletter." She sighed, leaning forward and fidgeting with her hands. "I... I might not be supposed to say this, but- we were going after a traitor in our numbers. A demi-god named Crow. You know, the one behind the Den of Thieves. And, well, apparently she was going to be meeting with some Black Crusade higher-ups. Some kind of hush-hush negotiations. They were going to meet at... Dove Manor? I think it was?" @kenod
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Scene: A DA interrogation lab, deep within one of the many mind-twisting alleys. A woman lounged in the middle of an empty room with walls of silver. She was not handsome- the scar shaped like a pentagram on her face prevented that- nor was she frightening. She looked thin, malnourished and worn by the passage of time. She was also supposed to be shackled to the chair. The handcuffs lay on the ground, snapped in two. The door opened. The woman looked up, sneering. "Took you long enough," she said. "Do you want me to spill the beans, or not?" @kenod
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"Unacceptable." The word hissed through the air, low and rasping. A human skull, stuffed with exposed wiring and a single robotic eye, floated through the window of Freedom's apartment. "We cannot afford delay," the voice continued. It appeared to be emanating from a tiny speaker jammed in the skull's jaw. "If we wait until morning, we will find only the Wereds' husks. Alive, or not." The skull wobbled closer to Bob, glaring at him. "But, as for you, feel free to sleep peacefully while Crow tortures those children. If you cannot inconvenience yourself to even raise a hand to aid them, then you have no place here." The skull turned away, back towards Freedom. "This is Chaplain Honerva speaking," it said, the tone softening. "Are you and Pry safe?" @Silva @Chasmfiend#1 @Truthless of Shinovar
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Asardin lowered the pict-seers from his eyes. "And you're absolutely positive," he said, "that Crow is hiding out there?" "I have not a doubt in my mind," Naum whispered, leaning on his staff. "The signs all point to here." Asardin kept looking at the manor. He and the sorcerer were in a ruined apartment complex left over from the last war. The room they were in overlooked the most remote part of the city. There weren't a lot of people here anymore, not after the blood mists came. The ornate mansion decorated with ivory statues of doves stood out like a sore thumb. He nodded. "Yeah. I can believe it. Get some of the chattle to keep an eye on the place. Make sure we know what Crow is doing, every second of the day." @Ark1002
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The man stared at her, mouth gaping open. The space marine, meanwhile, burst into laughter. It boomed across the courtyard, startlingly deep and resonant. "Blood of the Lion," he said at last, still chuckling. "I haven't been that amused since one of the cleaning servitors turned out to be an inquisitor!" "Ma'am," the robed man said, staring at his feet, "I'm just an Adept. I'm civilian clergy. No combat experience whatsoever." He grimaced. "My boss, though, she's a real nutcase. Hyper conservative, prone to shooting first, thinks she's the Omnissiah's gift to humanity. She claims that this compound is, well..." He shuffled awkwardly. "Heretical, ma'am. Since you don't recognize the Lord of Machines in your pantheon." "And unfortunately," the space marine said, his face growing stern, "she is the only tech-priest in this city with enough skills to install the plasma reactor." He growled. "Martians. Bah. I will speak to her, but the awakening rituals will have to wait until tomorrow. The heart will have to remain here until then." @ShadowLord_Lith @Sorana @Silva @Voidus
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The space marine led her to the front of the complex. A hunched figure in red robes was just outside the threshold, pacing back and forth. It caught sight of the professor and turned towards her. Up close, it seemed to be more metal than flesh. A faceless mask stared at her from behind the robes, its eyes glowing softly. "My Lord," it said, turning to the space marine. "I, uh, regret to inform you that, er...." It coughed awkwardly. "MagosAdillianhasstormedoffohOmnissiahpleasedon'tkillme-" The tech-priest continued to babble incoherently, cringing away from the space marine. @ShadowLord_Lith @Sorana @Voidus @Silva
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"You are, as they said on ancient Terra, 'preaching to the choir'," the space marine grumbled. "Nevertheless, the tech-priests of Mars are the only ones who can awaken the defenses we have planned. So if you want your void shields, you'll have to go to them." He stepped out of the room, pushing past Lena and Alask without a thought. @ShadowLord_Lith @Sorana @Ookla the Maybe-Existent
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The space marine grunted, his eyes drifting away from Lena. He stomped past her, entering the room. "Professor!" he said. "We need to discuss the plasma reactor. After your... interference, the tech-priests are refusing to enter the building. They want restitution for your 'blasphemy', or some other cogboy nonsense. Come to the entrance with me." @ShadowLord_Lith
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Asardin arrived, minutes later, to find Intercessory stomping up and down the street. "The absolute nerve!" he shouted. "I swear, when I get my hands on her-" Asardin swung his axe, burying it in the daemon's face with a spray of gore. He stepped away, opening the warband's vox-link. "Nuam," he growled. "Intercessory failed. What's your situation?" ------------------------- "All goes as planned," Nuam replied, watching a squad of cultists be torn apart by an abomination of flesh and metal. "I have learned much from the slaughter of our cattle." Asardin sighed across the vox. "I hate you," he said. "I don't even know why I bother. Retreat back to the Palace of Ice and go into hiding. Me and the boys will return through another route." "As the Architect demands it," Nuam said, closing the vox. He looked longingly at the force-shielded woman- such glorious powers she had!- but dismissed the notion. Gathering all his powers, he slammed his staff into the Oathgate floor. In a flash of light, the forces of Chaos disappeared, leaving the Woodwyrd echoing with the cries of the damned. @kenod
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"So." A massive figure loomed over Lena. The space marine wore the bone-white plate of the Deathwing, the elite soldiers of the Dark Angels Chapter. Somehow, he'd managed to sneak up behind her, even with his extraordinary size. And right now, he was staring at her with unmistakable suspicion. "You are the medical team?" he said. "The ones from the city, looking for tools and supplies?" @Sorana
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