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THE BROTHERHOOD OF SLAUGHTER SUB-CULT OF THE WRATH The claustrophobic darkness smothered Kaloth and his battle brothers within the Rhino. The air tasted of the rage, anger and frustration of his brothers; familiar senses that tingled within the Marine's mind. Kaloth gritted his teeth, preparing for a potential bloody ruckus between his brothers within the cramped confines, for one or more may succumb to the lust of battle before it had begun, as it had in the past. "++Contact, 30 seconds...++" The vox cast broke the silence within the Rhino, and the tension died with it. The eight Marines began to prepare their weapons for the slaughter to begin. The click of bolt pistol clips being checked, and the buzz of chain weapons reverberated within the metal beast. The sounds excited Kaloth. It reminded him of the feast that would begin. The sweet drought of blood within his gullet, the defiled flesh meeting his mouth, the tearing of muscle with his chain blade; memories of the past that reminded him of his sacred duty to Khorne, the Lord of Battle. "++Contact, 10 seco..." Suddenly, a flash of light blinded Kaloth, as he was lifted into the air by a relentless force. The Rhino and his brothers within were incinerated by a beam of pure energy, their souls condemned to the god of war. Kaloth quickly returned to his senses as he began plummeting towards a line of slender, yellow armoured aliens that began firing at him. He roared with pure, unrelenting fury lifting his chainblade, feeling a red mist overcoming his senses as shuriken blades penetrated his armour. As he plummeted into the ranks of the Eldar, a Guardian disintegrated before the marine's sheer mass. As soon as he butchered the Guardian, he set about his bloody task, ripping and tearing into the xenos scum. As the red mist overwhelmed him, his rage was concentrated into one last glutteral cry: "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!!!!!!!!!!" http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x292/hellgunboy/125px-Wrath_Logo_zpsb6wzgnwh.jpg Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my new log. I've recently got some more time now to talk about my project with you all. This is the Brotherhood of Slaughter, a sub-sect of The Wrath. Just as twisted as their parent warband, the Brotherhood of Slaughter are little more than power-armoured beasts, pointed by their lords to spill blood, consume flesh and bone, and annihilate all in their path. They worship not just Arbra'Gax, but a plethora of other demi-gods who join them in glorious slaughter. As time goes on, the fluff will be expanded, but at the moment, its a little basic. So, what's the plan for the force? At the moment, I'm just getting what I want, which is not a lot currently. Mostly due to GW prices and little money to spend on the hobby at the moment. But as time goes on, I will be adding to this force. I want to keep a core of Chaos Astartes and Berserkers, and as the game goes on, there are more daemons than mortals. Just like the fluff. So, as you can see, anything can happen here. I usually play against the blasted Eldar, so I do get my butt kicked quite often, but they're bloody games! Enough of that you say, where are the piccies? http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x292/hellgunboy/230%20-%20Copy_zpsdx4sjq31.jpg http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x292/hellgunboy/231%20-%20Copy_zpshainyckq.jpg http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x292/hellgunboy/232_zpsp2letan2.jpg A Chaos Lord of the Brotherhood of Slaughter, Kaloth, the Unbridled Beast, is little more than a mindless savage. In the perils of combat, he usually takes the lead of the Possessed of the warband, destroying all in his path. He cares little for command. His life is to die on the battlefield, axe in hand, screaming his glutteral praises to Khorne with his last breath. http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x292/hellgunboy/233_zpssaljpr1p.jpg The Beasts of Annihilation are a group of cursed individuals within the Brotherhood of Slaughter. They live only to kill, willing to prematurely end their lives by letting the daemon within consume them. The taste of power they have is overwhelming, yet it is not to last. The ranks of these barbarians have a high turnover, yet there are always those who are willing to sacrifice all to enhance their capacity for bloodshed. So, these are the finished ones. I have some WIPS as you can see below: http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x292/hellgunboy/234_zpsiuvclwi6.jpg http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x292/hellgunboy/235_zpsqyobg80s.jpg I also have a FW World Eaters Dread and some OOP Metal Bloodletters and an OOP Metal 'Thirster. So I have a bit to keep me going, although I do know that I will be getting more. I enjoy playing this army, and I want to always improve the fluff. speaking of which, I have more... The Marine stood amidst the corpses of the fallen, covered in the crimson gore. His butchery was over. Scanning the faces of those he slew, the white, blank eyes of the fallen bored into his mind. This did not phase the fearless Marine, relinquishing his victory in silence, as his handiwork spoke for him and his praise for his god. However, this peace was broken by a familiar sound. The voice. It consumed at the mind of the Marine. It whispered dark and terrible things, of blood, glory and death, all at an unimaginable scale for the sane. The marine clawed at his helmet, the scratching of metal causing the white, powdered bone to reveal the metal beneath. He fell to his knees, looking at the corpse of a poor soul, once a man, now a bloody ruin. The sanity of the Marine began to fight this voice, the last vestige of his humanity. Yet, the beast inside was winning. The madness was overbearing, this unnatural thirst for bloodshed; this alien rage within, consuming the last of his sanity. The Marine threw of his helmet, revealing the distressed emotion featured on his face. Cold sweat dropped from his face as he fought the beast inside, drinking the image of the butchered guardsman. Yet, it was over as soon as the battle begun. A crimson mist fell over his mind, revealing a rictus smile; his body shaking. Wide eyes looked upon the corpse. The daemon within wanted his fill of blood. The Marine could not, and would not disappoint. In the blink of an eye, the Marine tore at the corpse, eating, ripping and tearing at the offal and flesh. Gore sprayed over the Marine’s ravaged armour, but he did care not. Khorne did care not. The enemy could not just be destroyed. Total annihilation of mind, body and soul was the only option. The beast within roared at the red sky above, speaking in a tongue forbidden to be spoken by man. Victory was near over this mortal soul. It was close to freedom from this prison of flesh and bone Will update soon!