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[Prosperan Son]

(The Following shall be a list of events, decided through means known only to I and two others, that will further effect the campaign both on the DoW Section and the Role Plays.)

"Where the hell are the rest of your Sergeant Iandros?!" Imperial Guard Colonel David Dietrich of the 27th Drachen Blut, the Blood Dragons yelled furiously at the Astartes before him, over the din of combat. yellow armored marine did not respond, the Marine Malevolent apparently deciding the Colonel was not worth his time. Who was he to question the Malevolent? Iandros thought, firing in controlled burst from his bolter, a Mk Vb Godwyn pattern fixed with a spiked bayonet.

He continued to ignore the Colonel's shouts and demands for the whereabouts of his brothers even as the Chaos forces fell upon their lines. The Cultist, drabbed in darkish blue and acid green khakis , netting, webbing and any other form of combat wear they could get hold of rushed into the Blood Dragon's line of fire, spurred on by the Alpha Legionnaire marines spread through out their horde. They fell in their droves to the well maintained fire discpline of the Dragons, but there was plenty of them to spare. Armed with make shift weapons, their only goal was close the distance. It was at the last moment, that the Colonel ordered the lines to affix their bayonets.

The Dragons managed two more las-volleys, felling over three hundred more of the cultist before the two forces collided with a sound of thunder.

"Hold them! Hold them!" Colonel Dietrich bellowed as he walked amongst the desperate melee, chainsword in one hand, las pistol in the other. A trio of cultist surged through the melee towards him, two of them dispatched with clean shots to the head, the third raising his crude sword only to be hacked by a side swipe from the Colonel across his belly. Another cultist pounced at the commander, swinging at him with a two handed axe. The Colonel deflected it with his sword before putting a las round through the man's throat. The fighting was a bloody matter now. There was no organization to the melee now, no patterns or moves could be issued that would make much of an outcome. All that mattered now was the will to survive, to inflict as much death upon the foe as possible. The Colonel emptied the rest of his pistol into the enemy cultist, felling seven of them before his cell ran dry. Not one to put anything to waist, he reversed his grip on the gun, grabbing hold of the barrel and using it as a club. He slashed away at rather fat foe and bashed the skull of another in with the butt of his pistol.

He had cleared enough of the enemy around him to take a moment to glimpse the mayhem that was now the battlefield. The regiment was making a good showing of itself, but even then they were still on the back foot. The few Marines Malevolent that had accompanied were monsters in their own right, but there simply wasn't enough of them to make a difference. Of an entire company of 100 marines that had been sent to assist them, only ten of them were here. Where were they?! Did they really expect a force of only only three thousand Guardsmen to hold the snow capped gorges of the Krasus Mountains? Was their own goals so important? Or were they simply using the Blood Dragons as a distraction? A decoy? The thought caused him to seethe in anger. They had no choice. They needed to pull back further into the mountain.

"Blood Dragons!" He yelled at the top of his lungs" PULL BAC-" His order was cut short, a sharp pain suddenly formed around his left side. Something hot ran down his legs. He looked down, only to see himself impaled by a long curved blade that ran through his side. He hissed in pain as the blade was pulled out, a hand wrapping around his throat."B-basta-"His voice broke as the Dark Eldar Mandrake covered his mouth with his hand.

"Sssshhhh..." Drazaier whispered into his ears through lipless teeth, mocking him even as it repeatedly stabbed it's boline blade into his stomach over and again from behind. Colonel Dietrech was stabbed over twenty seven times before he finally died. His last sight that of a small force of Dark Eldar appearing from above the cliff face, ambushing his men from both sides, showering his men with their splinter cannnons, spearing them through their wicked blades and vaporizing others with their dark lances.The last voice he heard that of the Marines Malevolent Captain Leyor ordered a tactical withdrawal, cursing over a failed spear head into the enemy flank that had cost many of his men. The Captain showed no sympathy for the Blood Dragons that were soon to be massacred.

-Last Stand 27th Drachen Blut, Blood Dragons regiment, Krasus Mountains, The World Barton.

[Armoured Priest]

The Warp comes for you!

It was midday, though one would not be able to tell with the thick covering of black smoke in the sky above. The result of hundreds of smoke rising from burning vehicles and buildings across the ruined city and churned cratered fields beyond it. The echoes of battle have long since faded and the Kriegsman grenadier lay in a widening pool of his own blood, slumped against a wrecked chimera APC.

His black carapace armor was rent and cracked, his trench coat long gone. With a gloved hand he held his side, blood seeping between his fingers. From behind his gasmask his eyes shifted around lazily, one of the lenses cracked and the other one gone. The scene around him was still the same, dozens of bodies, both heretic and guardsmen, strewn around him in various states.

As he sat there, he thought of how all this came to pass. How his Krieg regiment, who many would think a commissar would be wasted stationed with, and a number of other different regiments from different worlds were stationed here. How subtle the first influences were, the locals they conversed with daily. How fast it spread, small shrines built in barracks in secret. How easy it was for all of them to turn their guns on their newly arrived comrades that came to quash the rebellion as it started across the planets.

He looked down to his free hand as he remembered, a necklace with five symbols hanging from it. While they all were equally important he stared at the one in the middle, the one that stood for undivided worship, the eight pointed star of chaos. It was a token given to him by a priestess that had come to his regiment when she heard that they were taking up the beliefs. She was drabbed in darkish blue and acid green robes over her pale slender frame. Her teeth looked like they were rotting from within. But at the time she seemed nice to him.

Shaken out of his memories by the sounds of footsteps crunching on the broken concrete of the road, he turns his head painfully to see the source of it. ‘Is this it?’ he questioned himself. He wasn’t sure of how the battle progressed, so he was thinking either he’ll bleed out or an imperial execution squad will happen upon him and put him out. It only took a moment for the source to come into view as it came around the corner, making his eyes widen in surprise.

It seems like his new gods have smiled upon him now. It was the priestess, still robed in the blue and green robes from before as she walked with the aid of her skull topped staff. But now she was flanked by two armored giants armed with bolters. Their armor was dark blue with acidic green on the edges and joints, the colouriation similar to the priestess. A serpent with multiple heads could be seen on their pauldrons.

She looked down as she walked and stopped in surprise as she saw him. She was surprised as he was to see someone still alive around here. “You seem familiar.” He said, her voice barely a whisper, as she looked over the Krieger. She smirked when she saw the necklace in his hand. “Ah, now I remember, you kriegsmen all look the same with the uniform on.” She commented as she crouched down beside him. By the way he looked; she doubted he had much time left now. “We need to move witch. Lord Zailo expects us soon.” Came from one of the giants, the voice filtered through the vox unit built into his helmet. His tone impatient as the sudden delay. “It will not take long.” She assured them as she took something out from under her robes. It was a small black cube with a glowing rune on each of its’ surface. “Kombuse was it? You were one of the more…’simpler’ people I’ve meet.” She said, trying to find a polite way of describing his intelligence. “But also one of the most devoted.” She told him. “And it seems you still are, how would you like to be rewarded for it?” she asked as she pressed the cube against his broken chest piece.

“Wait, what?” he asked, confused by her actions. But the moment he finished a surge of pain enveloped his body and mind as the cube flashed brightly. The sorceress back away slowly as the changes took hold. “The possession will heal the wounds you have sustained and he’ll be quiet a powerful ally for you” she explained to Kombuse as he convulsed on the ground, the wounds closing up and his gear seeming to be put back together before the groups very eyes. “Oberga was quiet the handful to capture.” She chuckled, using a shorten verison of the deamon’s true name. The gasmask twisted and pulse as its’ shape changed, becoming elongated into the shape of a draconic snout and maw. The lenses were now whole and glowed, switching between red, blue, green, and purple. Finally it stopped and layed on the ground breathing hard after the traumatic transformation his body went through.

“Kombuse? Oberga?” she called, not sure who is in control at the moment. “Come on, we have wasted enough time for this mortal.” The same traitor marine growled as he moved to physically move her now. Before he could put a hand on her, the possessed Krieger leapt from the ground and tackled the alpha legionnaire to the ground. He ripped into the power armor with ease, the sound of ripping metal and screams of pain echoed along the street. Before the other marine could even raise his bolter, it was stopped by a skull topped staff. “Unless you want to be his next victim, I advise against that action.” She said to him. The Legionnaire on the ground barely moved now as Oberga engorged on his flesh inside the armor to both fill the mortal’s stomach and for his own pleasure, the mask opened like a pair of jaws with rows of organic teeth in molted blue flesh and tongue.

He looked up from his dying prey to the sorceress, his face and front covered in the astartes blood. “What?” the thing questioned her, its’ voice impossibly deep and filled with inhuman malice. “There’s a rather large imperial force coming to reclaim this city, I suggested stowing onto one of the ships and leaving when you can.” She recommend to the daemon. It growled in dissatisfaction, but knowing existing longer is better than to fight here and now. The glow from behind the lenses dimmed as the jaws formed back together to form a grinning dragon smile as Oberga let Kombuse come back to the fore. “Bye bye nice lady, maybe we see you again?” he asked, already accepting the daemon as a friend, much to its’ annoyance. “Who knows, maybe.” She told him with a smirk. “Now go on, no point in staying here for you now.” She told him. Oberga regained control and with a roar of victory over his first kill, he sprints away to look for a way off the planet, having a bestial look to him as he prowled the streets.

“It’ll be interesting to see what becomes of him.” She remarked with a smirk before resuming their walk to their ship, the surviving marine not sure what to make of the events that had just unfolded before him.

Spoiler

A backstory I did for one of my characters. I asked Prosperan and showed him the finished work for his confirmation before I posted it up. I encourage others to write one up when they can. Just send it to Prosperan first for Proof Reading.

[Prosperan Son]

Ariok had been raiding imperial resources for some time now with his new Warband 'The biringers of Darkness and he took great plesure in sacrificing his enemies to his new deitys but these exploits had caught the eye of the imperial guard and a small fleet was sent to dispatch the Pirates. Ariok anticipated this course of action would be brought upon them eventually and he prepared his fleet of four former imperial ships and his own vessel acting as the capital ship..

1. When the imperial fleet arrived the battle begun in a heart beat. Lasbeams sailed through the void penetrating the opponents vessels. Ariok prepared his tactical speciality boarding and destroying the enemies capital ship. Hundreds of boarding torpedoes were ready for launching carrying its deadly cargo of chaos space marines Ariok personally took part in this assault as he always did during the heresy when the command was given the small vessels sailed through space and penetrated the Imperials Main ship.

2. The raid was well planned the engine room, barracks and the bridge were all the main targets with a few scattered around the ship to serve as a distraction. when Arioks pod hit its mark he activated his powered blade and leaped into combat slaying the imperial crewmen mercilessly. Bolter fire smashed into the loyalists defence forces and blood curgaling cries could be heared throughout the slaughter. The chaos fleet was being pushed back the 'Blessings of Damnation' took massive damage but the guns kept firing there warp imbued missles. The captain was co-ordinating the slaves to man the cannons and fire like the gods are watching over them all crew on the desecrated vessel were manning every cannon avalible and firing until ammo ran dry all the while spitting curses and benedictions to the chaos Gods. During the continuing and lengthy battle on the infiltrated imperial vessel a grizzly voice came through Arioks Vox as he finished killing the final defender. “My Lord the Barracks and Engine room have been cleared and are under your control are there any further orders?” Ariok smiled as he and his squad arrived at the bridge doors “No hold position and defend these areas I would rather not to be surpised if the armoury was captured.

3. He then turned to one of his men “you place a charge on the door and let us end this” the warrior nodded behind his snarled helm and did as he was ordered. The charge was placed on the door and was then detonated. A white flash reduced all sight to almost nothing and when it dicapaited The doors were a melted slurry. “charge kill them all and then offer their inners to the gods” Ariok and his men slaughtered all in that room bolt rounds cut down those that stood before them and powered blade sliced through armour as if it were mere paper and when the battle was won the bridge had become more like an abattoir than a place of controle. Ariok stood at the bridge window seeing the damage to his own ship “we will give this vessel back to the fools who stand agienst us prepare to retreat” Ariok opened comms to the engine room “set the engines to detonate and the warp core with it and then begin our retreat”.

The Boarding pods slipped away from the hulk that was the Imperials flag ship and re docked on the 'Blessings of damnation' dozens of warriors were lost in the crossfire but a large majority of them returned. Ariok and his detachment had time to disembark the pod to see the Imperial vessel detonate with enough force that it utterly destroyed the whole imperial fleet only three vessels remained but heavily damaged two sought to retreat but one stayed silent its weapons quiet and its engines disabled another crackling voice came through the comm bead “should we pursue my lord?” Ariok responded with frost in his voice “no let them go, the warp will tear them apart I want the ship that remains” a few moments passed before the next response “but its a wreck where is the glory of taking a space wreck?” Arioks response came quicker this time and malice lined his words “you dare question me that wreck may become useful in our raids prepare the torpedos again I want that ship under our full controle any survivors that won't join us flay them and hang their corpses in the corridors”. The combat deck was swarmed with Marines and slaves all preparing to capture the wrecked ship an hour later and the pods were launched once again and began another journy toward an imperial vessel all pods pierced into the ships broken hull and unloaded there occupants the attack was ferouciously fast but there was no resistance. The warriors checked the corridors and rooms and there was nothing after a vigourous search nothing was found and a young champion opened comms with the chaos flag ship“Lord the ship is ours there is no one left here but we have plenty of slaves to man the vessel what are your orders?” Ariok did not respond and turned to one of his champions, "Marcus you are to take command of that vessel oversee its repairs and be prepared to move out in two weeks" Marcus smiled his grotesque fetures sent shivers down the crews spine as he imitated a smile "yes my lord in two weeks the imperials will taste there own guns"

4. The repairs went exactly as expected all the scrap wreckage from the battle was put to good use and all vessels were operational and prepared for conquest. On the 'Blessings of Damnation' Ariok was sat at his command chair watching the slaves scurry around the bridge only when his navigational officer approached was his concentration broken “My Lord we have our destination and the fleet is prepared we are waiting on your orders” Ariok took a long pause then smiled baring his sharpened teeth “very well inform all stations to brace for entry into the immatiruim” the alarm rang through the ship warning that the ship was about to exit reality. With laughter ringing in the crews ears the ship was dragged into the hellish abyss.

(Back Story for Lord Ariok's Character)