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I WILL reply to Refuse, only I have so much bloody homework! It's funny how I've probably spent more time and care typing out these replies than doing homework, but now I have something rather important to finish. I will try my best to reply at least by tommorrow.

 

If this thread was marked 'Gravis' it would slip out of mind so easily......

  • 3 weeks later...

it seems the legions are quite now.......the crusade has begun, the brothers are once again after 10,000 years a whole, i fear for what may cross there path in this....the final strugle for all that is chaos......i await the sound of battle, let the the pounding of shells comence, let the blood run free, let the imperium crumble, and in the name of our graet and powerful warmaster............LET THE GALAXY BURN!!!!!!!!!!!

 

I who await Demonhood

 

Brachus Ruhl, Lord of the house of Rahl, warsmith of the 13th grand company of Iron Warriors bane to the imperium seigemaster to his lord Abbadon the dispoiler

  • 1 month later...

Soooooo many fools, ignorant lapdogs of an ailing rotting corpse & fanatical lickspittles of blindly arrogant mindless bloodletters, twisters of flesh & minds & debauched, debased mewling weaklings!

 

Can none of you see that your grand pretenses & "VALOROUS" proclaimations will rot & decay as surely as your own flesh!

 

You are all so beset with the cataracts that my father has seen fit to bestow upon you that you remain blissfully unaware that we have already won!

 

All the destruction you have wrought has merely brought us new playgrounds!

 

all the deaths you have caused have but left a fertile field for my father's harvests!

 

You can neither cut down, nor seduce, nor befuddle the minds of my father's spawn, that which you have considered beneath your notice shall be your undoing, those you disregard & cast aside shall become our children, our carrion creatures.

 

That which you change, we shall rot to naught!

 

That you destroy shall become as our homes!

 

Those you seduce shall contract our blessings!

 

Our time is now, we have already won!

 

Blind pugh- Daemon prince of Nurgle.

Uhhhh.... I'm a heretic because it's totally metal. You can rock spikes and skulls on your armor, and if you worship Slaanesh you can wear tight leather pants with metal studs all over them. Yeah being Chaos totally rocks, listen to some Man'o'War and smash some loyalists! Stupid loyalists with their shiney, perfect armor. And whats with their dreadnaughts? They never go crazy or anything! :wacko: Stupid loyalists...

 

Daemonic Gifts?

Veteran Abilities?

You can keep 'em, just so long as I can rock on my sonic blaster and wear scary leather pants. ;)

I remember the day the walls were breached. Oh, I remember indeed, for that same feeling of utter death and destruction has fuelled my rage for the last ten thousand years. The slaughter that happened in scant seconds around those breaches have dwarfed all but the bloodiest campaigns in my long, long experiences.

 

That was when gods walked the earth amongst mighty champions, leading armies of the finest warriors in the defense of their home, their way of life, their patrons. And yet, as I reflect upon those days, as I reflect upon memories burned into my subconcious, I remember. I remember the fear. I remember the fear my lord Angron's legions caused as they ripped their foes apart as if they were but play-things. I remember seeing the lines of loyal imperial troops, the best humanity had to offer, either run in fear, turn on their own brothers, or, my favorite, get slaughtered.

 

I give them credit though, some actually fought, some actually stood in the face of the rage of the world eaters unflinching, standing their ground and fighting with the strength they derived from their emperor. Those types of men were the best and most worthy of fighting for the imperium; that is, of course, before their souls were devoured by my hell glaive. Damned forever to feed the eternal hunger of the daemon D'raz'zl Z'kour, who was once such a tool of deadly destruction for the blood god as I am now.

 

He has grown restless lately, however. I know why the infernal flames that burn deep within him burn brighter now than they had for the last ten thousand years. It has been awhile since he has tasted the blood of a true champion of light. As we ride in the vanguard of the oncoming horde that will consume the imperium whole, we have been met with nothing but cowards, deserters, and weaklings. There is no doubt in my mind he will ever be staisfied as he once was again.

 

The time of heroes is over, and a new dark age has begun. The best the husk-god has to offer me now are similar to the heroes long past, but only in appearence. They think because what they are means victory, and their name means a battle already won. But the adeptus astardes will find their flesh gets just as mutilated, and their blood spills just as easy. They will find no champion to lead them, no god to save them, for they have all gone to leave only one thing remaining: Chaos. Make no mistake, the imperium will burn, and when it's warriors see, feel, and undertsnd the true nature of chaos, the living will envy the dead.

 

The time has come.

 

First, the gate...

Wow, silentbob412,

 

There are such things as off topic, and on topic.

 

You could look at it this way, this is a different way of discussing Chaos Philosophy without all the requirements of reading dozens of psychology books about people who are still hooked up on their mothers.

 

If you think it is a waste of time, don't read, don't post.

 

(p.s. the board is about Powered armored troops in the 40k world.)

 

The rules are here:

http://bolterandchainsword.ibforums.com/in...391aa14277ff7e5

 

This is fine. Chaos Off Topic, and handeled nicely and without trolls and flaming.

ok i will concede on this.  i guess whatever floats ur boat.  it is nice to see a thread like this w/o flammin. so on that note ill keep outta this tread and u all carry on ur merry ways.

Live and Let DIE!

 

(I'm still amazed about how far this thread got.. :wacko:)

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I am delighted to hear your views of the situation..

But you have all been decieved... the warmaster will fail.

He will surely collapse all the imperioum of mankind, but the chaos gods you worship will abandon you... they have no interest on rising you to demonhood! you naive fools!! once the imperium is over you will be disposed for the god's laugh, and I will be there to laugh to you too..

 

One last time, I Say: Reject Those folly demons and srike the imperium with your true forces!! WE ARE MARINES!! we don't need help from anybody or anything!!

 

Let us crush those foolish imperialists and rule a universe of our own!!

 

Lord Mournig

Alpha of Char

To the Imbecile Angelus Sanctus

--To the Alpha Legion

 

Why you were called Alpha, who knows... Alpha means first, but if i recall, werent you the last of the 20 first founding legions? Shouldnt you be called the Omega Legion? That would be more fitting, as it does mean the end...

I am surprised. The Followers of Slaanesh can tear themselves away from there self indulgent, delusions to count.

Indeed we, the Alpha Legion were the final of the first founding legion. Yet despite the time of the founding of the legion we were able to out-think, out-fight and out-do every foe we faced.

 

To pray upon the weak and helpless like the depraved Patron who you sollow to gain your thrills is nothing more than cowerdice. Every foe we choose to face (yes choose, for we do not need to indulge ourselves in in the cowerdice of the style in which you attack your foes) are equal matched, not by skill at arms or experience in battle, but by our choosing. If you so wish to seekl new levels of pleasure then perhaps you should contemplate seeking more worthy foes rather than preying on the weak.

 

You couldnt rend a limb from anyone.. You use weak cultists to do your work... Why dont go you fight someone who you could possibly beat, perhaps the Imperial Guard, for they should actually offer a challenge to you.

 

You fool, our battle doctrine does not include the use of such feeble imbeciles as deluded weaklings. If you are refering to our use of highly trained human warriors then I am afraid that, once again you are deluded.

 

We do not "use weak cultists to do our work", the scouts and infiltraters that strike at the time of our attack are not to be underestimated, for they shall sow disorder and confusion throughout your ranks.

It is at this time that we shall strike, foregoing your pitiful warriors to strike at the centre of your force.

It is then that we shall test your mettle, for while we do not require the screams of mercy for women and children that you so desire We merely think that we could at least give you a chance, pitiful as it may be, to deal any kind of damage to our force.

 

Alpahrius was a fool, at least our Father Fulgrim did what he could do not.. Kill Guilliman in Combat... If you could tear limb from limb, why did Alpharius not do this? after all he did want to prove his worth to the other Legions... He had the opportunity, but just like Horus, he was all talk and nothing more...

 

My surprise at your ability to count seems to have been mistaken, your inability to even correctly spell the name of out Lord and Primarchs proves that it must have been pure coincidence that you correctly guessed the number of our founding.

 

To call our Primogenitor a "fool" only makes it more obvious that you have little concept of that which you speak about. Indeed our Primarch was freeded of his mortal shell on the killing fields, this however was no accident or inability to slay the loyalist scum Guilliman. To test the Legion to the maximum, prove that the Hydra indeed has many heads and that the loss of one does not inhibit it's abilities.

This is what Alpharius wished to prove, and indeed it was proven.

 

The weakling loyalists fled, if they had the upper hand in warfare, then why did they have to resort to fighting from the safety of orbit?

The caverns provided ample shelter from their orbital strikes, merely shaking the dust from the cliff faces.

 

You compare the Pleasure Fool Fulgrim to our own Lord? I spit at your Primarch, his weakness and pleasure seeking during the battle on Terra cost the true rulers of the Galaxy the victory.

 

While you were participating in such foolish exploits as slaughtering woman and babe to further your own senses the true Warriors of Chaos were attackingthe enemy at the heart, we delayed the weak fools in forming further defences against the Warmaster Horus. Striking at the planets in the system preventing transmissions mobilisation of forces we single handedly preventing thousands of the enemy attacking your own forces, whether you were knowledgable of this or not.

I expect not for I expect little from a follower of Slaanesh.

 

The Ultramarines fled from our wrath and so, my deluded friend, shall you.

My Dear Lord Alphasarus,

How nice of you to reply, and peek my interests. Seldom does a member of the esteemed Alpha Legion actually perform any actions.

 

On a first note, my dear Angelus Sanctus may have baited you with envenomed words, how wonderful of him, I am sure, your response was as interesting to him as I find it.

 

But on to your points, or statements as they were.

 

Prey upon the weak and helpless, ah, they are our reward for our effort. We find them a small payment for our time. And they do have a way of helping us through those times of boredom.

 

But are we cowards? Fools? No my dear friend, we are neither. We are quite the opposite. I am sure that you of all can understand that the opinions of others are just as useful in battle as the bolter and chainsword. Think what you will of us, but as I have warned others, you will pay for your misconceptions, and we do not stop with just winning, when we are done, death will seem like an escape. So think us filled with avarice and slothlike. Think us gluttonous and prideful. Think us many things, and a life time at my boot will be your reward.

 

And send your humans, I shall allow them entry. Bring them before me. Their stealth and wiles are but a single drop of rain in the torrent of my mind. More slaves for my ships and beds.

 

And know this, it isn't the innocents and weak screams that drive me. Yours will be most treasured. But soon enough you will learn that screams only drive me to further debaucheries. And test my mettle you may, but in the time since primach walked the galaxy I have been Lord Commander. I have broken marines across my knees, and enslaved chapters. So do not worry for me, for even if it be death, I will meet it with joyous abandon.

 

You compare the Pleasure Fool Fulgrim to our own Lord? I spit at your Primarch, his weakness and pleasure seeking during the battle on Terra cost the true rulers of the Galaxy the victory.
Spit or swallow, your soul would be forfeit if you see my form, for your doom would be at hand. I care not of your feelings, or abasements. Your words are as hollow as your threats, meet me upon the field and know you fate.

 

While you were participating in such foolish exploits as slaughtering woman and babe to further your own senses the true Warriors of Chaos were attackingthe enemy at the heart, we delayed the weak fools in forming further defences against the Warmaster Horus. Striking at the planets in the system preventing transmissions mobilisation of forces we single handedly preventing thousands of the enemy attacking your own forces, whether you were knowledgable of this or not.

And for all your efforts?

We fufilled our destinies, we met the warriors on a thousand worlds, and spred our word far and wide. Those who saw us knew, die fighting or die upon their bellies. How much more enjoyable to face a warrior who fights not only for his life, but for his soul, and the souls of his brothers. Ah, and you say you know battle. Hiding and skulking behind humans. Bah, the humans do your work and soften the enemy for you.

 

I expect not for I expect little from a follower of Slaanesh.
And for a life time of servitude after we meet you will know what to expect. Either as slave or spawn, you will know. Your arrogance will work against you, your very disdain is my first thrust, and your ignorance is the blood I have drawn.

 

 

The Ultramarines fled from our wrath and so, my deluded friend, shall you.

Flee, then truely you know nothing of the Emperor's Children.

Fear, an emotion that I dream of feeling.

Horror, a quaint feeling for those who still hold to their humanity.

Terror, impossible to one who has looked into his own soul and knows the price of eternity.

 

But my dear Alpharius, as I have stated to many of my former slaves.

 

We are the Emperor's Children, we are the last thing you will see, for your eyes will be our first prize.

 

Trust in your stealth

Your desires will reveal you

 

Trust in the human

Their flesh shall betray you

 

Trust in you knowledge

It is the first weapon in my arsenal

 

Trust that I am a Slave To Darknes

For I am the Slave to Pleasures, and your soul shall be my toy

 

Lord Commander Bowman

 

++ Fixing messed up quotes and spelling.

You speak well for an pleasure fool.

 

Yet I cannot help but feel that your reply is somewhat of the defensive nature. Have I hit a nerve or is that what you so seek? I grow tired of you incessant gibbering, you flaunt your depravity and immorality as if it was a new toy that your Patron had 'gifted' you with.

 

as I have stated to many of my former slaves... we are the last thing you will see, for your eyes will be our first prize

 

I doubt not that you take the eyes from your wretched slaves, to look upon you is a fate worse than being the coward that you are.

 

If you so wish to take my eyes then this surprises me little, after all there must be some way that we can make the fight more evenly matched. Little wold it help you though, my hand is no longer guided by my eye when you have encountered and slain foes worthy of challenge then you do not need such senses to defeat your foe. With challenge comes the ability to rival the blade of the enemy.

 

Yet having never faced a foe worthy of besting yourself, though I'm sure that many of the babes that you have slaughtered must have proven to be quite the opponent for your skills.

Well spoke,

 

The eyes are for my Master Fulgrim.

The souls are for my Lord Slaanesh.

Your flesh is mine.

 

And if babes, and children, you mean the warriors of The World Eaters, then yes, I have never met my match, for all are but babes before me. For my sin is Pride, and never have I been bested.

 

Your desire to endulge me in finding out if you are babe or man stirs me. But know that my torture is finding no equal. Your skill with sword and army are no match for my desire. And that desire alone is enough to enslave you.

 

I am the instrument of Slaanesh's will. I am a force of chaos. Thrice blessed, and once damned. I stare fully into the light of knowing, and see only want, desire, and hollow boasts.

 

I am chosen of Slaanesh, and master of Flesh. When the flesh bends to my will, and desires, the sword is meaningless.

 

Vent your words upon my ears, and bring your armies to my throne. I will have them both. Come find out if you be babe or man. Face the mirror or reality and test your mettle upon my blade. But come with a clear concious, for servatude is your reward.

 

Sincerly and waiting with baited breath,

Lord Commander Bowman

And if babes, and children, you mean the warriors of The World Eaters, then yes, I have never met my match...
Oh how you turn aside my words, so that they sting not the hide of malfeasance you shield your own weakess of mind and spirit with.

 

I am chosen of Slaanesh, and master of Flesh. When the flesh bends to my will, and desires, the sword is meaningless

 

And so you say, yet were I to bring my armies to your royal divan you would know the sensation of fear. You speak of your absence of terror when faced with a foe that you believe, so arrogantly, that they will bend to your will.

You underestimate your foe. I bend to the fancy of none, and your desires shall fall upon uncaring ears.

 

But come with a clear concious, for servatude is your reward.

 

And a clear conscious I shall come forth with. I have looked upon the face of degradation and it held no sway over my soul, for your weakness I mock thee.

Had you had the strength of will to resist the temptation of indulgence and gratification that your orgies grant you then I would have almost enjoyed facing yourself across the fog of war. As it is I can not look upon yourself without feeling disgusted at your corruption.

Dear, dear Alpha Legionaire.

 

Your pride clouds your mind as it did your primach so many years ago. Just as it was then, it is true now. Any lie you repeat often enough will become true in your eyes. I have made my peace, I am a servant of chaos, chosen of Slaanesh. And you are just as prideful and oblivious to the truth as when the warmaster turned your legion.

 

I am sure you found the Tallaran a "suitable foe". Always you look pridefully for an Equal. Even in death, you must keep searching for your equals, never appreciating the destruction you bring. The dreaded Hydra of the Alpha Legion, finding solice in the fact that when you die, another head will spring. How meaningless your lives. How fruitless your efforts. Why strive dear Alpha Legionaire, for Pride? All about pride.

 

And even your pride blinds you to the fact that the Emperor's Children stood upon Terra on for the battle. Where was the Alpha Legion? Look to your own histories, you were creating vast and evil imaginary opponents. Even as far back as the Heresy you were deluded. "Seperated" from the other warring legions. Strange how the Death Guard and Alpha Legions were "lost". We know what changes the warp broght to the Death Guard, their apperances show their corruption, do your words and fears show yours? You beliefs? Your hiding behind humans?

 

Your pride blinds you to the truths, the Emperor's Children stood upon Terra, and where the subtle, manipulative, scared Alpha Legionaires? Fighting ghosts in their deluded minds.

 

Your legion is the prefunctories of the Chaos forces. The middle mangement of a Shadow Empire. Your battle prowess lost in the Millenium of imaginary objectives and court like politics. Blinded by pride, and burdened with guilt.

 

You are so lost in the delusions, that your cultists are more devoted to Chaos then your Legion. They still have the ability to call upon the pure powers of the Warp and bring forth the daemons of immeterium. So low has the runt of the original legions fallen, so far from the prideful places it tried to obtain.

 

If I were capable of pity, I think the Alpha Legion would have all I had felt in the last millenium. I am sure in your fantasy world, you will rage against my words. But know this, when you die, another will rise, your passing will be meaningless. Your pride absorbed by my Dark Prince, your envy and hatred spread throughout the Warp, and you will cease, just as all the Hydra heads before you.

 

Dear Alpha Legionaire, I do not seek my equal, I am master of my pride. I seek only to unleash my desires upon the universe. What do you seek? What words do you think the Warmaster whispered into the ears of your primach, what inadequacies did he point out? What fears did he play upon? What gene memories play through you, and keep you awak at night?

 

Pride and envy.

 

Sleep well Dear Alpha Legionaire.

 

Lord Commander Bowman

This is WHY i let Refuse do all the work for Slaanesh, cos my arguments cant compare!! Although i did find Alpharius's comments QUITE amusing.. Although imbecile brought a new sensation...

 

 

Meh, your comments spark nothing in me Alpha Legionaire, but a form of amusement.. As a follower of Slaanesh i seek any form of indulgence. Do not be fooled by some of the warriors of Slaanesh, as they may serve our Patron God, they lack their brains to think of the grand schemes - the pathway laid down by slaanesh.

 

Praying on only the weak and helpless? Could explain why i have spent more time with you than i have more worthy foes. This weak toys and helpless objects are merely a single source. we, similar to you (when you can do something right for a change) do seek to find a challenge, and rejoice from the sensations that are bestowed upon us.

 

high trained warriors? you feeble cultists... How is it they are trained? if they truly had the believes of your beloved Legion and to Chaos, why be so distinct? Lord Commander Bowman, has already made mention of how your 'high trained warriors' can summon the creature so the warp into battle, but the warriors of the Alpha Legion? They couldnt summon spit from their mouths if they tried.. Your trained warriors, seem to be more devoted to Chaos than your own Legio, much like the sons of Perturabo, their desire to blow their foes apart from a distance, only shows their cowardace for armed close combat and to spill the blood of their foes with their own hands. None the less, their desires will turn against them, our lord has seen them, and will in time make use of their foolish doctrine.

 

The Alpha Legion has been reduced to a weak Legion, resorting to smoke and mirror attacks, your 'train troops' being sent behind enemy lines and causing havoc within, but were is the honour in that? How easy is it to command cultists to do your own dirty work than lead your warriors into glorious battle.. How weak and small minded you have become.. and only weaklings need to soften up their enemies before they deliver the final death blow. If you were so powerful and have faith in your abilities, why not do all the work yourself?

 

I care not for the spelling of your Primarch, and no guess work was required to determine your position amounst the first founding, where else would you put the worthless legion anyway? at the end thats where... As for your Primogenitor.. Oh he is a fool, there is no doubt about it.. His foolishness has already paved the way for your eventual turn to Slaanesh.. He lusted for power, to prove his Legion was equal to the other first founding.. and where was his error you ask? HIS LUST! His lust to prove himself worthy amongst his brothers, and to show the strength of his Legion will be your undoing. It is said that Khorne was the first of the Chaos gods, but this is an incorrect assumption.. Before there was a need for battle, the desire to shed the enemies blood, there was lust.. Lust for battle, lust to kill ones foe.. Athough people say Slaanesh was the last god to be formed, in truth, he has been secretly watching over his favoured sons and daughters since the dawn of time... and lust, my brother alpha legionaire will be your downfall...

 

Your attacking of planets crucial for the supply of reinforcements for the loyalist only go to show the extent of your smoke and mirror tactics.. surely, with the might of all the Chaos Legions on terra, how could victory not have been assured? With the added numbers from the Alpha Legion, Terra would have been taken over in mere days... But no, your Primarch thought it best to prevent reinforcements reaching Terra.. But what is the point of sending reinforcements to a planet that had nothing to reinforce? Had the Sons of Alpharius been on Terra, the Imperium would have fell, with mass of warriors devoted to Chaos on earth performing countless assaults, the imperium would have indeed fallen, but no, your once again worthless legion cost us a grand victory. Your primarch's vision, to gain the power and respect of his brothers cost us everything. Had reinforcements arrived on terra, it would have been too late, with the Imperium in ruins, it would allow our forces to have removed their insignificant threat, securing Terra in the name of Chaos, but alas this was not the case, due to the foolishness of one Primarch and his inability to think of the grand scheme of things over his lust for power...

 

I am concened that my Lord has chosen to keep an eye on the Alpha Legion, but i dare not argue with him, and perhaps it will be an honour to fight side by side with you in the name of our Patron God Slaanesh..

FOOLS! The Blood God will cast down your false, weakling Emperor and destroy your Imperium! And we, His loyal followers, will revel in the blood and death!

 

As for you, Worshippers of Slannesh...You merely seek to live to the utmost. You do not have same lust for blood. You are weak...

 

We, the loyal followers of Khorne will be the ones to destroy the Imperium and cast down the False Emperor! We will be ever in the vanguard, while you, the weaklings, will be slithering in the back, like the worms you are!

*spits* You fools...

 

We will never kneel before you!

 

You will be the ones to kneel, before we take your skulls for Khorne and drink your blood!^_^

 

Chaos Lord Lazarus, Drinker of Blood. Worshipper of Khorne

Ah, as always, your decandant ways make you blind to what we Legionaires are doing. Feeble cultists? HA! They wish, as we do, to see the Imperium fall, and with such allies, we do not need to waste our own resources. Our Cultists are not crazed daemon worshippers like those who claim to follow your Slaaneshii ways.

 

The daemons that not only you, but the other weakling Legions rely on cannot sustain themsleves where we strike, for we strike deep in Imperial Space, where I fail to see the Major Powers having an impact. You speak of smoke and mirrors, yet we can accomplish more using our own methods in a single strike than you could hope to in an entire campaign.

 

And yes, I too am puzzled with your time spent bantering on about your skill, considering that i have yet to see it in action. Perhaps you are not a true Slaanesh servant? Perhaps you would find better company in the Word Bearers?

 

You speak of our lust to prove ourselves, how quick you are to claim that we follow an emotion associated with your god. We fight to prove our martial prowess. Perhaps a dog of Khorne shall now say we follow some of their traits? It matters not.

 

You ask what words The Warmaster whispered to Alphairus? You are a fool, for should the truth be known, is that Alpharius and Hours worked together on the Istvaan V Massacre. It was our Alpharius who helped set up the two pronged attack of which five of our "Loyalist" breathern survived. Almost 30 thousand "Loyalists" dead, with only a few thousand casualties accounted for The Warmaster's combined forces. Who can truly say that we were seperated from the other legions?

 

Perhaps The Warmaster would've won on Terra had we been there to insure the assaults went as planned, however we did not follow Horus blindly because of the powers he had promised, unlike Fulgrim and the other Primarchs. No, Alpharius followed for his own reasons. "What are those reasons?" I hear you ask, that is not for you to know, as it does not concern you. Why we were not there to help The Warmaster at Terra? Because we had our own agenda. And to see the Imperium in ashes, that is our ultimate goal, but not until we have proved, once and for all, that the adaptability of the Alpha Legion can overcome anything and everything that the worshippers of the Corpse God can throw at us.

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