Skirax Posted October 1, 2010 Author Share Posted October 1, 2010 Chapter Fourteen: A Beast Unveiled Haruld breathed quietly; his armour rose and fell in time with his chest, and his heart beat softly in his encased torso. He could feel the Moon-touch coming, and he felt something a Space Marine, let alone a Space Wolf, should know. He felt fear. A small bead of blood trickled from his ear, and he felt a small pang of pain as he began to haemorrhage into his brain. He cared not. His metabolism would deal with it, and even if that failed he would die soon anyway. He flexed his hands, the gloves torn off in a moment of madness, shards of broken ceramite jutting from the wrist-piece. The flesh was becoming slacker, like an old grey back’s fur falling from its skin. His eyes began to mist over, and he knew that the Moon-touch was close now... He could feel it in his hearts... His lungs... His very being... Suddenly the grey chamber began to fall away, twisting and distorting before his eyes. His breathing became laboured as his form expanded, muscles tightening and bones snapping, reforming themselves in a more comfortable form. Some sceptics called in Possession, others a Sickness... He knew it was something... more... It was the Curse of the Wulfen. He roared in defiance, a dying resistance to the terrible pain that was wracking his body, but he knew it was too little; he was lost and damned now by the curse of his Chapter. His final thought was a chastise of himself; not Chapter... Legion... Janulf heard the roar of Haruld’s mind-death, and sighed. Another one gone. Jurgis entered the chamber, and made the symbol of the wolf to him. He returned the gesture to the aged Wolf Priest, and he sighed again. Jurgis came and sat next to him, and the two sat in silence for a minute. It was Jurgis that broke the silence. ‘Another of our dear brothers is gone to the Craze. How many more?’ he asked rhetorically. Janulf knew it was a hint. ‘I know, I know...’ murmured the Wolf Guard. ‘So young... how many more Blood Claws must fall to the terrible Curse?’ Jurgis sat in silence for a minute or two, not knowing what to say. Janulf saw that he had something on his mind, and he knew that the Priest must surely be troubled to have a question that he did not know the answer to. ‘Speak brother, for it would be hypocrisy to not follow your own teachings, aye?’ jested Janulf, ribbing Jurgis for a moment. A small smile crept its way across the aged Wolf’s lips, but it flickered and disappeared. ‘The Primarch,’ started Jurgis, and Janulf’s heart skipped a beat. So the rumours were true; Leman Russ, the mightiest of all save the All Father had returned... ‘thinks that it is wise that we try to extract some of his genes, a pure sample, to recruit with, and use with other planets.’ ‘But surely that is a good thing?’ said Janulf, confused. ‘He forgets of Thengir and the Wolfbrothers. He forgets of the tragedy that befell them, and...’ he gulped, not knowing whether to voice his next concern. He decided that, if he was to voice it to anyone, he it would be his old friend Janulf.’ ...I saw the Primarch in the heat of battle. He is far from what the old sagas tell; he goes blood-crazed and loses sanity in the thick of combat, and he takes on the form of the Moon-touch, and he rages through ranks of enemy soldiers without a seconds thought and... he kills any civilians that dare stumble into his path’ Janulf paused to absorb this information; Russ was the pinnacle of martial honour, and would never slaughter innocents. Not for the first time that day, the Space Wolves knew fear. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nacho Wolf Posted October 3, 2010 Share Posted October 3, 2010 Good to see you back, this was quite good, but a little confusing, im guessing this was about the curse of the wulfen getting worse? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted October 3, 2010 Author Share Posted October 3, 2010 All will become clear. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nacho Wolf Posted October 4, 2010 Share Posted October 4, 2010 Oh noes, more damnable twists! Shoulda seen it coming :cuss Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted October 7, 2010 Author Share Posted October 7, 2010 Chapter Fifteen preview: The blood spurted out over his face, arcing over his blade in a beautiful display of the frailty of Humans. Lucius turned, and he snarled as he saw a young Guardsman attempting to flee from him. He relished the moment; the stench of blood as it wafted from the floor, and the lingering aroma of human waste of the corpses around him. As he lowered his bolt pistol at the running human, a great chunk of ceramite and muscle landed in front of him, and backhanded him across the face with a mighty Power Fist. He fell to the rickety floor, which gave way as he hit it. He tumbled through the air, falling the levels of the tower in seconds. He heard his sword hit the ground below him. Drawing his pistol, he took aim at the Space Marine's head, cocked the weapon... He felt a heavy thud as he hit the ground, and a splitting pain in his chest erupted, causing him to cough up... cough up blood? He looked down; a large chunk of rockrete was jutting out from his chest, and he could make out a faint glow to the side of it... a purplish glow... His heart sank as he realised that it was his own sword. He stared at the sky, feeling the wierdest sensation ever; he was dying. The Space Marine was over him now, and he heard it's bastard voice through the vox as he bent down. 'It gave me no pleasure to do this,' he whispered. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nacho Wolf Posted October 8, 2010 Share Posted October 8, 2010 Yay!! The 'men' wearing pink are gonna get stomped, cant say I wont enjoy it ^_^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Custodian Athiair Posted October 10, 2010 Share Posted October 10, 2010 Lucius die. DUN DUN DUN!!!!! great work Skirax, still coming back (despite not being on B+C a lot anymore) and still loving it. keep it up man :D Athiair B) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted October 10, 2010 Author Share Posted October 10, 2010 Cheers Athiair and Nacho, though I feel that I am losing my muse... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Custodian Athiair Posted October 11, 2010 Share Posted October 11, 2010 i'm willing to give you ideas if you want. and do trial chapters for you :P just ask and i'm willing to do anything! i'm a bit busy (not very) so i will try to get it done. anyway i'm willing if you want help ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nacho Wolf Posted October 12, 2010 Share Posted October 12, 2010 yeah, I'm willing to help to, but I cant say I'll be any good :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted October 19, 2010 Author Share Posted October 19, 2010 Chapter Fifteen; Sweet Irony The blood spurted out over his face, arcing over his blade in a beautiful display of the frailty of Humans. Lucius turned, and he snarled as he saw a young Guardsman attempting to flee from him. He relished the moment; the stench of blood as it wafted from the floor, and the lingering aroma of human waste of the corpses around him. As he lowered his bolt pistol at the running human, a great chunk of ceramite and muscle landed in front of him, and backhanded him across the face with a mighty Power Fist. He fell to the rickety floor, which gave way as he hit it. He tumbled through the air, falling the levels of the tower in seconds. He heard his sword hit the ground below him. Drawing his pistol, he took aim at the Space Marine's head, cocked the weapon... He felt a heavy thud as he hit the ground, and a splitting pain in his chest erupted, causing him to cough up... cough up blood? He looked down; a large chunk of rockrete was jutting out from his chest, and he could make out a faint glow to the side of it... a purplish glow... His heart sank as he realised that it was his own sword. He stared at the sky, feeling the wierdest sensation ever; he was dying. The Space Marine was over him now, and he heard it's bastard voice through the vox as he bent down. 'It gave me no pleasure to do this,' he whispered, tasting the sweet irony of the moment. Crickets chirped in the night, devilish stars staring down at the blasted world with malicious eyes. The four moons sat side by side, face leering from each. The broken tower creaked as parts collapsed even further. Of course, none of this was real. It was a Daemon world, dreamt up by those with over-active imaginations. Originally, it was a place of wonder and beauty, a place where the war daredn't wander. Of course, this place was imagined by a fevered child on a cold night on a war-torn world, a boy who dreamt of places free from war, untouched by death and unstained by blood. Then the Four Gods got their hands on it. And twisted it into a violent place where their legions could battle for eternity. Now, Lucius the Eternal had come here, wishing to test his blade skills against the greatest of Daemons and the heroes of the Traitor Guard. Irony had reared it's head though, and in the absence of the Four Gods, death had struck Lucius square in the chest. As the tower creaks once more, a horrific entity steps out from the burning wreckage of the charred tower. A Power Armour-clad form stumbled forth, erotic and arousing colours dancing their way across the ceramite and plasteel. A pale head stuck out at the neck, skin so white that a speck of black would have been seen on it from a planet away. It was the cold, white skin of one who had been touched with Death. It would have worn a rictus grin, but there was no face. Just blank skin, stretched over a slab of bone and sinew. On the chest of the armour, leering out in mournful agony, was the face of the sadistic killer, Lucius the Eternal. [Chapter Sixteen Preview] The mud was soft beneath his feet, hard in places where the tendrils had crawled their way into the trench. The Dreadnought lumbered slowly past him, his Twin Assault Cannons whirring in an untraceable motion. Behind the Dreadnought stood the Gods of the Legio Hades, the Deaths Head resplendant upon it's crotch, a great banner hanging from every spare layer of ceramite available. Pink and green blood sprayed out over No Mans Land as the Tyranork menace exploded under the fiery gaze of the Legio. A huge four-legged figure leered out amongst the see of mutant creations, a bio-gun in one hand, a roaring chain-blade in another. It's tongue snaked out, wrapping it's way around it's neck, dripping acidic juices that fizzled on the toughened carapaskin of the Tyranork horde. It roared, the sound blowing Mathais' hair about, knocking his helmet off and sending spit droplets onto his grizzled face. He cared not. He was in a glorious charge with his brothers, lasgun's snapping and barking as a million upon a million Guardsmen charged out across the wastes of Charadon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
astartes88 Posted October 19, 2010 Share Posted October 19, 2010 it lives..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted October 20, 2010 Author Share Posted October 20, 2010 it lives..... Myself or Lucius? ^_^ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nacho Wolf Posted October 20, 2010 Share Posted October 20, 2010 Well, with the whole me or Lucius, think about it this way, on one hand we have something good happening, on the other hand we have Lucius living, get the idea <_< Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted October 20, 2010 Author Share Posted October 20, 2010 Well, with the whole me or Lucius, think about it this way, on one hand we have something good happening, on the other hand we have Lucius living, get the idea :) Why thank you ;) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nacho Wolf Posted October 21, 2010 Share Posted October 21, 2010 My pleasure mate, now, onto serious matters. WE WANT MORE! :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dominicus Posted October 23, 2010 Share Posted October 23, 2010 Really good plot line so far, keep it going! Dominicus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted October 25, 2010 Author Share Posted October 25, 2010 Really good plot line so far, keep it going! Dominicus Thanks mate, I'm writing the next part now :D Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Firenze Posted October 30, 2010 Share Posted October 30, 2010 Oh, and guys, guess who gave Skirax the idea about Lucius becoming trapped within his own armour via killing himself someway. I was actually to do a guest piece well over a year ago for the killing of Calgar thread thing. But looks like Skirax picked it up and ran away with it. And a good job he did too. Keep going mate! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted October 31, 2010 Author Share Posted October 31, 2010 Oh, and guys, guess who gave Skirax the idea about Lucius becoming trapped within his own armour via killing himself someway. I was actually to do a guest piece well over a year ago for the killing of Calgar thread thing. But looks like Skirax picked it up and ran away with it. And a good job he did too. Thanks mate, I was trying to do it, and I'm sure your story was very good, but the plotline was too good to not run with. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
antique_nova Posted November 5, 2010 Share Posted November 5, 2010 I like the rule of two that you put into chapter 13 :wub: there can only ever be one master and one apprentice. your chapters are starting to get too short, you need to add more into them and their is far too much smoke in them mate. At least give up something to see, but not enough for us to even guess the answer. Look at video game plots to understand what i mean. It's good to be back and keep up the spam . thanks antique_nova Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted November 5, 2010 Author Share Posted November 5, 2010 I like the rule of two that you put into chapter 13 :) there can only ever be one master and one apprentice. your chapters are starting to get too short, you need to add more into them and their is far too much smoke in them mate. At least give up something to see, but not enough for us to even guess the answer. Look at video game plots to understand what i mean. It's good to be back and keep up the spam ;). thanks antique_nova As always, a wise word :D Will do, brother. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skirax Posted November 17, 2010 Author Share Posted November 17, 2010 Sorry it's taking forever brothers, but my coursework has just piled up tenfold. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
antique_nova Posted November 18, 2010 Share Posted November 18, 2010 so has your punishment with the cat of nine tails! whaa-tuuusshhh :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Custodian Athiair Posted November 20, 2010 Share Posted November 20, 2010 i know how you feel man, i've been there (infact i'm still there) man GCSE's can be a b***h can't they. i hope you get it going soon :huh: Athiair <_< Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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