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Honerva ignored him. "Kneel, child," she growled. "Sisters and brothers, this is Silphio Shamus. He has been chosen to lead the Knights of Blood in their first crusade." The gathered chaplains stamped their maces against the ground. The echo reverberated through the catacomb, causing the gravel on Devaan's tomb to jump. @Nohadon
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Technically? Yes. Here? Nah. That's too OP. Making them equal in strength to a Pewterarm should be fine, I think.
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Alright! I realize that it's taken forever, and is completely barebones, but at long last, the Space Marine power scores have been drafted! More to come, I hope. What do y'all think? @Archer @Voidus
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The furry Space Marine snorted at the sight, hefting its golden mace and walking towards Silphio. A huge hand clasped Silphio's shoulder. "We're not here to fight," Honerva said. "You'd be dead if we were, whelp!" the furry Space Marine shouted. The gathered crowd of Space Marines seemed to ignore him. Honerva continued to look at Silphio. "We are chaplains, neophyte," she said. "Priests of the Emperor, spiritual advisors and ministers. We are His voice, on the field of battle and in the darkened backroom. And we," she continued, looking up and the rows of skulls staring at Silphio, "have decided to make you one of us." @Nohadon
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A hatch opened on the floor, and a red helm poked out. "Do you want me to improve the door security, Queen?" the Space Marine said. "We seem to be remarkably lax about who we're letting in."
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Another terminator with a skull helm, grey-armored and draped in furs, stepped from behind a tomb. "An honor not bestowed upon a mortal for thousands of years," it snarled. Its bright red eyes seemed to glare at Silphio. "One last gift to this rock, before we embark on our crusades." The graveyard began to glow, motes of Investiture swirling between the coffins and tombstones. They gathered in clumps, giant humanoids slowly forming from the light. With sharp cracks, more Space Marines materialized, each one in different colors and heraldry- but all had the same skull helm. @Nohadon
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"That won't be her call," a new voice said. Another Space Marine, this one helmless, stepped from the shadows. His armor was a polished jet black, with a stylized black cross set on white pauldrons. Chains wrapped around his arms and the golden mace he held. His face, though- his face was soft, with gentle brown eyes. The newcomer nodded towards the terminator, murmuring "Honerva," before turning back to Silphio. "My name is Grimaldus," he said. "You'll have to talk to Forgefather He'Stan about the Blood Angels. We-" he shot a glare at the bone-white terminator, Honerva, at this point- "are here for something else entirely, young Silphio." @Nohadon
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Aha! Lucky for you, I have been working on the power level! It's not done yet, though. I still need to work through all the weapon options available, and then figure out some fluffy skills and flaws you could take, and some minor Chapter-specific skills. It's... it's gonna take a while. @#Voidapple @Darth Woodrack
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Give me until... tomorrow, I think, to draft something up.
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Drako grunted as the wave of warpfire engulfed him, momentarily blinding him overloading his armor's cooling mechanisms. Vulkan's sons didn't burn easily, though, and the fire dissipated before he could be seriously hurt. But then something slammed into him, reaching through his armor and into his body, and he blacked out before the pain could register in his brain. ----------------------------------- With so much metal incorporated into the Space Marines armor and augmentations, the effect of Riathor's Duralumin Steel-Push was catastrophic. The ones closest to the epicenter blacked out instantly with the force of it, their armored forms smashing through Ghostbloods as they went flying. The ones farther away suffered broken limbs and falls, which left them vulnerable to the Ghostbloods around them. Drako went flying, straight through the detainment unit and into the barrier behind it. @Voidus @Ark1002
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One by one, the terminators vanished as well. The remaining Space Marine took one last look at the raging diamond Epic, then disappeared in a flash of white light.
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@Silva @Ark1002
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The Space Marine glanced over at Silphio. It’s body language might have betrayed surprise, though it was impossible to tell through the slabs of ceramite armor plating. ”You haven’t heard the news, then,” it grumbled, turning back to the tomb. “The Black Crusade is leaving, Silphio. There are... things-“ it said this with a grimace, shifting its position slightly- “out there, beyond this star, that demand immediate extermination. All the Chapters are pulling out.” It let out a heavy breath, the helm’s speakers distorting the sound into another growl. “It’s not a good time to be completely rebuilding our alliance.” @Nohadon
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The air burst alight as the detainment unit fired, harsh white light momentarily blinding the combatants around the barrier. It also covered the momentary flash of a teleport, right in front of Fred. The light cleared, revealing a giant in gleaming emerald armor standing between the Aonic figure and Fred. It lowered its massive shield, still glowing red with the force of the blast, and leveled a warhammer with a crackling head at the detainment unit. "Not today," Drako He'Stan, Warmaster of the Black Crusade and slayer of Rhazien Montague, snarled. "That hour of darkness and broken shields will come, but not today! Salamanders!" He raised his warhammer high. "For the Emperor!" Reality shivered as countless Space Marines tore themselves out of the Emperyean, launching into combat with the Ghostbloods. High above, the sky darkened as a gargantuan warship drifted across the sun. @erbiL ohcnaG @MetaTerminal @Ark1002 @Voidus
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One of the Space Marines, his pauldrons trimmed with a bright red, took a quick step back from the man. The hallway suddenly exploded into a maelstrom of gunfire as two combat squads of Terminators materialized and opened fire. The small man disappeared* in a hail of bolter shells, a hail of sparks and metal debris filling the air where he once was. The red-trimmed Terminator, ignoring the chaotic gun-show, turned around and looked right at Freedom. *I said "disappeared", not "killed". Interpret this how you will, Ark. For all I know, the small man is immune to bullets, and just knocked on his butt right now. @Silva @Ark1002
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The Space Marine slowly stepped over to the coffin. It slid a massive hand across the surface with surprising gentleness, lingering over the inscription for a moment. “What do you know of the Black Crusade, Silphio?” it said, the distorted snarl abruptly breaking the silence. @Nohadon
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The Space Marine threw back the cowl of its tabard, exposing the full skull helm to the rain. ”Honour, I think,” it said, sounding thoughtful. “Devaan died a martyr’s death. No need to add to his pain now.” The Space Marine suddenly started striding towards the steel tower, walking past Silphio. “Take me to the grave,” it said. “We’ll talk more there.” @Nohadon
