Brother Cambrius Posted June 10, 2008 Share Posted June 10, 2008 NEED! MORE! WHER DO I SUBSCRIBE!?!?!?!?!? *Hands subscription form to 13skullz* Simply go to the top of the thread and go to options. Then click for track thread and you're done. ^_^ Cambrius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlueWaterDragon Posted July 1, 2008 Author Share Posted July 1, 2008 Updated!!! Indarin anticipated the blow and just after it struck, he rolled in mid-air to land on his feet at the bottom of the steps. He touched a hand to his mouth and when his fingers came away they were covered in rapidly drying blood. He dusted his glove off on his thigh and held up his hands in surrender. Calgar descended the steps soundlessly, and glanced down at the unconscious and crumpled form of Tigurius. “What did you do?” he asked flatly, there was no anger or malice in the tone, purely curiosity. “Nothing,” Indarin was heartbroken, to have this happen, here, he could not have anticipated such shame. “I don't know what happened, I...” Calgar raised a hand and Indarin fell silent. At a gesture two Marines flanked Indarin and he sighed, gritting his teeth as he felt the barrel of a bolter tap his armour. Tigurius groaned and his arms moved as he tried to get his legs under him, the bulky powered armour hampering his ability to stand. Indarin crouched down, throwing off the hand of one Marine who tried to stop him and helped the psyker to his feet, handing him back his staff and meeting his eyes once more. “My Lord,” Tigurius said, his voice a soft purr. “I would like to borrow this Brother, for further analysis, and maybe some testing, with your permission of course. I believe this to have been purely a misunderstanding, my fault entirely, I assure you my Lord.” Calgar nodded once, the light glinting from the studs in his forehead. “Certainly Librarian. Brother Indarin, my apologies for my hasty actions. Apothecary,” he said. “Go with them and find out what you can.” Indarin was escorted out but as he reached the doors he turned and saw Telorna ascending the steps, her hand on Calgar's right arm. The prospect of failure loomed in his mind like an impending rust storm on his home. He closed his eyes and looked at the Marines on either side, he was tempted to knock both of them out and make a run for it. But a soft laugh from the Librarian quelled the idea. When they were about a hundred yards from the doors and around a corner, Tigurius rounded on Indarin, his eyes flashing with fury. “How dare you do that to to me! What in the name of Holy Terra did you think you were doing?” he fumed, standing over the Marines and shaking inside his armour. He bent over and bought his face level with Indarin's. “I have not encountered something with your power in a long time, and I intend on taking you apart until I can see what makes you work.” The last few words came out in a hiss. He continued. “You will reveal everything to me and this Apothecary, and I do not intend on letting anything escape me. If can use whatever is in here,” he poked Indarin in the forehead, hard enough to push Indarin's head back and make his nose bleed briefly. “I will extract it, and use it for the glory of the Imperium.” The Librarian's eyes glittered in his aquiline face and his teeth seemed to be preternaturally sharp. He was trying to intimidate Indarin, but the Marine was not responding to it in the way the Librarian would have hoped. His green eyes held Tigurius' blue ones and he smiled, even as the Apothecary's drug hit his system and his knees buckled sending him face first into the floor. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marshall Strat Posted July 1, 2008 Share Posted July 1, 2008 Well done! I'm really enjoying this story, even with the cliffhangers. I'm now waiting somewhat less than patiently for the next installment. You've really developed these characters very well. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tigris Posted July 2, 2008 Share Posted July 2, 2008 Tigris = hooked! More yet! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Cambrius Posted July 7, 2008 Share Posted July 7, 2008 Yay! More writings, it appears that Tigger ^_^ doesn't like being made a fool of... Cambrius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ApolloSZ Posted September 4, 2008 Share Posted September 4, 2008 MORE! This is almost as good as Fenrisian ale, and thats high praise from a Space wolf. BWD, you have a very good skill with this and I am almost literally on the edge of my seat (Not really, im on a computer chair, I sit on the edge and I'll be sittin on the floor quicker than Tigurius hit the deck.) I am watchin this thread with bated breath. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ceres Posted September 27, 2008 Share Posted September 27, 2008 Requesting for more good sir. ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snozz Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 Requesting for more good sir. :confused: Seconded. <_< Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Cambrius Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 Requesting for more good sir. :blush: Seconded. ;) Thirded. Oh and it's madam gentlemen. ;) Cambrius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marshall Strat Posted September 29, 2008 Share Posted September 29, 2008 Requesting for more good sir. ;) Seconded. ;) Thirded. Oh and it's madam gentlemen. ;) Cambrius ...it's actually Madame Cliffhanger...:P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlueWaterDragon Posted October 1, 2008 Author Share Posted October 1, 2008 Since you've all been so good and patient, here you is. He groaned as he regained consciousness and tried to move his hands. He could feel the heat from a bright light shining on his face and he opened his eyes. He was on his back and strapped firmly to a surgical table, the Apothecary was plugged into an array of machinery, some of which connected to Indarin's armour implants. The Apothecary tapped a few buttons and agony coursed through his body. The implants that made him a Space Marine had been shut down and he panted with the pain, unable to make it stop. He cried out, but his only answer was silence. He was lost to an eternity of agony as they sampled every inch of his body, and Tigurius explored his mind, trying to find some hint as to the power that had manifested itself so brightly. Indarin did not know how long they searched him, time was irrelevant in his private hell and he could not even think. So he retreated into his memories, a confused swirl of his home-world, his initiation into the Space Marine Legions and the faces of those he had lost. Tigurius stood in a landscape of the imagination, Indarin's imagination to be precise. It was a blasted and twisted metallic wasteland. He examined it carefully, sniffing the air he caught the smell of a chemical cocktail that could strip the flesh from bones, if exposed for too long. His acute hearing caught a sound that was both unfamiliar and mildly alarming. It started as a gentle susurrus brought on by the breeze stirring flakes of exposed metal into tiny shining dervishes that spun giddily by. He began to walk; it was going to be the only way he could find anything. There was no time here, no entropy, he walked through mostly flat plains, the mindscape around him was pitted with puddles and pools, reflected in them were various memories, from battle-fields to the faces of his family. Just once he caught a glimpse of Terra in a pool of sludge and he stepped into it, expecting to be dropped into that train of memories. Instead nothing happened, except that he broke the crust on a particularly bad smell. He removed his foot as he thought to himself. 'How can he do this, even as he lies in agony he can block me? How?' Tigurius continued on his walk, half of his mind considering his other recent encounter. Stopping by a larger pool he knelt and dipped his fingers into the liquid. To his surprise it was clean water; shadowy shapes cruised below the surface, fast and deadly like miniature battle barges. He held a cupped hand of the water to his lips and drank. The pure vibrant taste spoke to him of the joy that these memories evoked. He stood and sighed. The waters were cool as they closed over his head, enveloping him in a soft dark calm. Bubbles swirled around him and he closed his eyes, blinking once. When he opened them again he was standing in the pure, crisp air of Cyrene. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snozz Posted October 1, 2008 Share Posted October 1, 2008 Yay! :P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marshall Strat Posted October 1, 2008 Share Posted October 1, 2008 Thanks, BWD. As usual, it was a good read. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Richard Posted October 2, 2008 Share Posted October 2, 2008 Good writing, interesting story... sorry it took so long to find. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Cambrius Posted October 2, 2008 Share Posted October 2, 2008 Yay! more writings! But where was the complimentary pm to remind me BWD? :) Just kidding. I wonder what's happened to Telorna... Cambrius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlueWaterDragon Posted October 2, 2008 Author Share Posted October 2, 2008 You'll find out Cammie!! I'm sorry but my net is slow. I haven't had much time to write this as I now work for an independent retailer of all things gamng!! Means I get to paid to paint Black Reach!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pulse Posted October 4, 2008 Share Posted October 4, 2008 Add more fighting/gore/death please bluey or i'll come and spank your arse until its red and raw, thats a promise as i know you love it. -_- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Cambrius Posted October 4, 2008 Share Posted October 4, 2008 Add more fighting/gore/death please bluey or i'll come and spank your arse until its red and raw, thats a promise as i know you love it. :tu: Ooookkkaaayy. *steps back slowly away from Pulse*. :jaw: Note to self, if I ever happen to start writing good 40K fiction, I must deliver quickly... Cambrius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pulse Posted October 4, 2008 Share Posted October 4, 2008 Haha fear me matey. Everyone does im like Alpharius just cooler. ;) Thats me on your bed disguised as your pillow. :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlueWaterDragon Posted October 9, 2008 Author Share Posted October 9, 2008 Sorry this is so long boys!! It'll be a while before I can write anymore as I'm working so hard at the moment. Some time later he opened his eyes in reality and sat up. The stark rock walls that greeted him, seemed to ripple and shiver with a life of their own. He knew it was an after effect of using his psychic abilities for such an extended period. He rubbed his temples and picked up a drink from a small table beside him and took a long swallow of the dark liquid in it, feeling it bite the back of his throat. The stuff was imported, in strict secrecy from a far distant world. He considered it as he placed the cup back down and stood. Tigurius heard Indarin whimper behind him, the Marine muttered to himself incomprehensibly, it pained Tigurius to have had to do the these things to an apparently faithful Marine who was just doing his duty. He took the few steps to Indarin's bedside and ran his fingers over the palm of Indarin's hand. He hoped Indarin could forgive him this imposition. His head snapped around as a whispering echoed in the corners of the room and a light breeze plucked hesitantly at the cuff of his sleeve like a small child. As he searched for the source, it began to intensify and the breeze became more insistent. Suddenly Indarin's hand closed convulsively around Tigurius' wrist and, in a twisted parody of the ordeal he had subjected Indarin to, he could not block out the pain. The touch burned his flesh but he could make Indarin's hand to release him. The whispering grew to a roar and the wind lifted his robes to knees, threatening to lift him off of his feet. Indarin's grip was crushing his hand and the pain felt as though it was burning his bones inside his skin. He fought it desperately, and he looked into Indarin's face, gritting his teeth. Indarin turned his head to face Tigurius, and his eyes opened. Within them burned the brightest light Tigurius had seen, and his heart almost stopped as he realised what it was. It was the pure white light of the Astronomican and it burned into his mind in sweet agony. A face lay within the emptiness, both as familiar as his own, and yet as unknown to him as a stranger. Dark brown eyes looked up through black brows, and deep lines on the face spoke of humanity's tragedy and joy. Tigurius gasped as he recognised the face before him, and his Master, Lord of Terra, Emperor of the Imperium and Creator of the Space Marines, smiled at him. The smile was for him alone and his heart wept as it brought with it the suffering of ten millennia. He knew then that Indarin could forgive anything that had been done to his body, for his mind was not, could not, ever be alone. “Never have just one method of attack, keep many things in many places, and always keep everyone guessing. Sometimes even yourself.” The smile broke into a grin. “The one thing you can rely on in life, is that things will never go according to plan. Ah well, at least something went right.” Tigurius could not find words, his mind seemed as empty as the space between stars, and twice as silent. The Emperor had just spoken to him and there were so many questions he had to ask. But it all seemed so trivial and irrelevant now, everything did. “There's nothing you need to ask me, that you don't already know. Brother Indarin needs your help. He was not prepared for this, but I had no choice, things moved faster than I expected. Keep the faith Brother-Librarian Tigurius, I am sure you will.” The light dimmed and Indarin's iron grip released. Tigurius collapsed to his knees and panted. There was a dull clatter as the restraints holding Indarin to the table unclasped and he sat up, shaking his head to clear it. He saw the psyker on his knees and he jumped down to help Tigurius to his feet. “You bear me no malice whatsoever do you Brother?” Tigurius asked. Indarin shook his head. “Why should I?” he said. “You had to understand, I'm sure you would not have believed me had I told you. Given the way the Imperium has changed, I'm pretty sure such a thing would considered 'heresy' of the highest order.” Tigurius laughed blandly. “Indeed. Would you like a drink Brother?” he walked to the table and drained the cup, re-filling it from a jug. He examined the depth of drink left in the jug and then handed it to Indarin. The Marine's eyes lit up as he took a sip and then a large swig. “Ten thousand years and the Wolves still haven't perfected the art of brewing good beer.” Despite himself Tigurius smiled and laughed out loud. “Let's go and re-introduce you to Lord Calgar shall we?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pulse Posted October 9, 2008 Share Posted October 9, 2008 Wow now that was an image that i loved, the whole image of Tiggy seeing the Emperor and hearing his words.. damn fine writing bluey. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brother Cambrius Posted October 9, 2008 Share Posted October 9, 2008 Exquisite writings BWD. I praise you for beng such a professional writer at this! ;) Will we find out Telorna's fate now? Cambrius Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marshall Strat Posted October 10, 2008 Share Posted October 10, 2008 2 thumbs up, BWD, even though Tiggy should have soiled himself. I'm going to have to TRY to be patient waiting for the next installment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BlueWaterDragon Posted October 26, 2008 Author Share Posted October 26, 2008 Where's everyone else? Ah well! They walked through the doors together. Indarin had been outfitted in a simple black robe and boots. The one thing he had insisted on doing was having a patch embroidered on the shoulder, the double-headed eagle, his Legion had earned it in battle and he wanted to remember his Lost Brothers. Tigurius had considered it a fair thing and had ordered it done straight away. A small black gem glittered in the one eye, an ostentatious touch that a part of Indarin appreciated. Calgar sat in a small office, largely bereft of ornamentation, but for a large banner that hung down the wall behind him, depicting the inverted omega that was his Chapter's Insignia. Indarin shivered involuntarily in a sudden cold that did not belong to this time. He heard the echoes of bolter fire in the far distance, and another sound. The rumble of heavy artillery was over lain with an inhuman screaming that chilled Indarin's blood. His eyes met Tigurius' and he knew that the Librarian had heard it too. Calgar stood as the two entered. A warm smile gracing his face. “I understand that you have discovered all that you need to know.” “Yes my Lord. He is, in a word, phenomenal. I have never seen another like this. It is as though the Light of the Emperor Himself flows through his veins. This Marine's only intent is His Service.” “Hmm, then tell me Marine, why did you attack my Librarian?” “I did not attack him my Lord. He asked, and some part of me I do not understand responded. It has done so since I was summoned to the Emperor's presence.” “The Emperor himself?” Calgar's blue eyes widened in amazement. “Yes sir.” “But that's impossible! The Emperor is enshrined on the Golden Throne of Terra. No Marine, beside the Custodes, have set foot in his presence.” “My Lord, He Himself summoned me. Although it was many years ago.” “Yes you did mention that at prayers. What do you mean by many years?” “As I explained to Brother Isador, Chief Librarian of the Blood Ravens, I traversed the stars with my Brothers arrayed in Legions, during the Great Crusade we forged a path across the galaxy.” Calgar poured a drink for them all and motioned the two to sit. “Please continue Brother,” he said, settling back in his chair. “I was badly injured in battle, my armour was all but destroyed. I have to assume that it was the only reason my Captain sent me to Terra.” He pulled the band from his hair and ran his fingers through it. “Otherwise I'm sure he would have found someone else. Someone more experienced than I. I did give it rather lengthy consideration as I came in from orbit. I don't understand why he chose me and I can see no reason, no matter how often I turn it over in my mind...” Calgar held up a hand. “It is not for you to second-guess your Brother-Captain in this matter Marine. What has happened is the Will of the Emperor, all you can do is obey. Come, let me show you something.” He looked at Tigurius and the psyker nodded his assent. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marshall Strat Posted October 28, 2008 Share Posted October 28, 2008 Well written. Flows well. I think you meant assent, not ascent at the end. I'm not going to elaborate on it, or berate the point, but the ending is a [i need a better adjective than CLIFFHANGER...]. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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