This is the Liber Astartes, PART II

[Forté]

Ydalir, once a Space Wolf, always a Space Wolf. Grab a seat with the rest of the wolves who have turned up here, have an ale and some elk and help us keep the young pups in line. [Actually, it's more fun to encourage them and go along for the ride!]

Pha! Like we need encouragement.

 

Now what's the deal with this last ale Ace?

 

There isn't a "Last Ale", otherwise Russ would be back to pay the Tab....and some other stuff about the Wolftime :D

I like your thinking. That would be one dangerous pub craw to be on too. Angry Wolves and a whole galaxy. Hopefully they never have the need for stag do's.

[Ace Debonair]

Now what's the deal with this last ale Ace?

I'll let you know when I've worked it all out. :wacko:

We're firmly into making-it-up-as-I-go-along-territory now, simply because my planned ending was frankly crap.

 

It's not the last ale at the Fang, though - Emperor forbid - it's just the last of the ale that was meant to be kept for the voyage back home after visiting the Liber.

So not the Wolftime, although I'm sure it'll make for a nice preview. :lol:

 

I'll get back to working on the story once I'm not ill and real life stops badgering me. :lol:

[Grey Hunter Ydalir]

Well if Ace is sick, that's another story, Real Life is a terrible beast to be slain and attempting to do so while ill is an even greater challenge!

 

I think it would be fruitful for someone to put a very brief synopsis here so that anyone jumping in to alleviate the poor bugger's workload and write a little piece themselves would find it easier to contribute.

 

Just my five creds.

 

-GHY

[Ace Debonair]

I think it would be fruitful for someone to put a very brief synopsis here so that anyone jumping in to alleviate the poor bugger's workload and write a little piece themselves would find it easier to contribute.

 

That's easy.

 

Synopsis:

 

The Liber Astartes is a den of madmen of all kinds and affiliations, where we take Chapters that are a dozen poorly imagined ideas, basically put them through hell, and hope it results in a Chapter that everyone else in the whole world is both inspired by and jealous of.

 

The Space Wolf Forum nextdoor is a den of madmen of a decidedly alcoholic beverage-swigging, beard-growing, fight-starting, Allfather-honouring nature, who can spontaneously turn lighthearted discussions on how many Grey Hunter packs to take in an 1850 points all-comers list into a brawl, with much swigging of ale and breaking of furniture.

 

No interaction between the two will ever result in anything sane.

Chronicling said interactions at length requires a strength of mind that would make a Grey Knight hand in his storm-bolter, and have Ahriman looking for the paracetemol.

 

 

We've presently got a barroom riot going on next-door, and two groups of Liberites being marched about outside by a Dark Apostle representing the Heresy Dept. all looking for an escaped typo. We've also got, hopefully, the closing stages of the typo war in the Liber.

 

 

 

That said:

 

-=-=-=-=Of Ale and Spelling Errors - A Saga of the Sons of Leman Russ and the Liber Astartes=-=-=-=-

 

 

*Part 3*

 

-=-= The Liber, Moderati's Quarters =-=-

 

Ferrata paused to review the diverse reports of information recently handed to him by the serfs. The war against the typo-strain was a stalemate, but the Moderati always had more than one trick up their collective sleeves.

 

Looking carefully at the reports, a pattern was emerging. The Liberites had mostly penned up the typos somewhere down between the seventh and eighth halls. The few remaining typos lurking elsewhere were being rounded up by a squad of marines under the provisional command of KingHongKong.

 

Like a bolt from the blue, the inspiration struck. The obvious way to restrain the typos. All Ferrata needed was to get down there in person. He activated his vox, broadcasting on all Liber channels.

 

"This is Ferrata. All Astartes not engaged in the combat around seventh hall are to get there immediately and hold the line - let no typo pass. I'm coming down there myself. Not to get your hopes up lads, but I think I have a way to end this war."

 

 

-=-= Outside the Blood Angels' Forum =-=-

 

"Ace."

 

"What is it, Shinzaren?"

 

"I have an idea that I think you'll approve of."

 

"Go on."

 

"You remember that power glaive I've got?"

 

"You have a power glaive?" Ace looked puzzled.

 

"Yeah, I was thi-"

 

"Glaive as in the traditional bladed polearm, or do you actually mean some other kind of weapon?"

 

"-nking the.... Wait, what?" Shinzaren stopped walking and gave Ace an incredulous look.

 

"You've never mentioned it before. I was just trying to get a clear picture of it in my head. People use glaive to mean all sorts of things sometimes," Ace explained.

 

"Look, could you fit it to a jump-pack or not? This is a Techmarine test of innovation and cunning, not a describe-a-thon." Shinzaren growled.

 

"You mean... like some kind of-"

 

"BLADED MISSILE! Yes."

 

"So... you do mean the polearm." Ace said, enlightenment dawning.

 

"...Damn it, Ace."

 

The trio of marines came to a stop outside the Blood Angels' honoured domain. Chapter Master Ignis Domus, hitherto the only silent one of the three, drummed a staccato rhythm with his fingertips against the holster of his plasma pistol.

 

"Well, this is a bit of a wash-out. No typos to Purinate."

 

CMID looked at the vast, imposing door in front of them. It was adorned with a single, vast, golden tear drop. Gilded, ornate, and decorated in finest metals and jewels, it was as much a work of art as a gateway. Two great golden wings stretched across it, and the victory scrolls hung upon it detailed works and deeds going back nearly to the Crusade itself.

 

"If the typo got through that, then best of luck to it." Shinzaren laughed. "Some of the lads in there are plain crazy.

 

"There's no sign of any typos having come this way," Ace mused, checking the complicated spell-checking auspex that Liberites often carried. "Maybe it went the other way after all."

 

"Alright. Shinzaren, go and find Moderati Thirst." CMID said, hoisting his banner aloft once more. "Use that jump pack of yours, get there as fast as you can. Ace and I will check up by the Black Templars' keep, then double back and catch you up."

 

"Can do." Shinzaren turned, fired up his jump-pack and leapt down the high, vaulted corridor. "Good hunting!" He yelled back, barely audible over the roar ofthe jump-pack's engine.

 

 

-=-= The Tavern, AKA the War-Zone =-=-

 

This was it. The final stages of the struggle that would decide to who the spoils of victory would fall.

 

Failure was not an option, not with everything that was riding on the outcome of this battle. Everyone else had fallen by the wayside, through a combination of traditional Space Wolf brutality, comic misfortune and the occasionally well-placed chair to the head, but finally only two wolves were left standing.

 

And whoever of their number remained standing when the dust settled would get the last barrel of ale.

 

Nevertheless, even in these dire circumstances, even between two very, very thirsty Wolves, respects had to be paid.

 

"Hoi, Decoy. That was some nice work with the barstool on Jonas and Irlin."

 

Decoy nodded. This was no time for false modesty. "True. All that practice in that brawl before we left Fenris paid off. And your pointing Lord Ragnarok to the window so Arez could help you tip him outside was pretty clever."

 

Warhorse chuckled. "Best way to deal with a moderati in a brawl. 'Look, someone's using swear words!' Then tip him out of the window. It's only two stories up, he won't even be concussed. Well, not much. I mean, I did tip Arez out after him, and he's got a pretty hard head, so if he landed on him..."

 

"Think he'll remember who did it?"

 

"Not with the amount he was drinking. Speaking of which..."

 

"Ah. Yeah. I've still got to brain you with this table." Decoy hefted approximately half of a table meaningfully.

 

"Tables are sissy weapons." Warhorse sneered. "A real man goes... for the flagstones!" He ducked quickly. Decoy looked down in surprise, expecting Warhorse to pry at the solid flagstones. In actual fact, however, Warhorse sprung himself forward, aiming a terrific uppercut at Decoy's chin. By a combination of luck, inebriation and skill, the punch connected before Decoy could raise his table in self-defence. The veteran wolf had time for a "Nice trick, but-" before his brain decided he'd had enough and slumped him over backwards, landing with his half-table in a pile of accumulated bar-room debris.

 

 

Warhorse, grinning like a carved pumpkin, turned around to claim his prize - the final barrel of ale meant to last through the return journey.

 

The Mods had though long and hard about how much ale a group of very thirsty Wolves could sup, and then taken twice as much on their battle-barge knowing the Wolves would surpass expectations.

 

However, they were sons of Russ, and had taken the solemn vows to never, ever leave a decent beverage behind. The average Space Wolf stomach was, on the outside, no tougher than that of any other Astartes, but the inside was said to be proof against all ales.

 

Warhorse reached out for some of that last, frosty Fenrisian beer...

 

...And Lord Ragnarok's gauntleted hand dropped onto his shoulder.

 

"Not so fast, chum. I've got words to have with you about this window..."

 

 

 

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

 

It's not finished, not by a long stretch, but I'm not well. B)

 

Hopefully that'll do for now!

[Forté]

Curse you Ace. I nearly got run over while reading that installment. Should've known better really. I was going to get beer though so maybe thoughts were elsewhere :)

[Ace Debonair]

Curse you Ace. I nearly got run over while reading that installment. Should've known better really. I was going to get beer though so maybe thoughts were elsewhere :tu:

 

I'll get you next ti- :unsure:

 

I mean, er, be more careful next time. :sweat:

[Aqui]

Elsewhere......

 

 

Aquilanus was worried. He'd spent hours fighting the increasing numbers of Typos appearing in the Liber, and he hated not being able to support Ace and Shinzaren who were locked in titanic battle with a particularly large incarnation, but reinforcements were needed. He'd already split up into five again to try to cover the shortfall, but it wasn't enough. If something wasn't done soon, it would spill over into all of the other Legio departments. Ones that were going to be caught unawares. Making his way back towards the Heresy department, he knew that there was one Liber member unaccounted for. He hoped that that erstwhile Brother would be able to help tip the balance.

 

Turning a corner, he saw Octalvulg, engaging a particularly evil looking Typo. Octavulg was hacking at it's extremities, but for every one he cut off, countless others would take their place.

 

Charging, Aquilanus fired with Bolters, Flamer, Melta. The creature waned, it's ability to regenerate damage failing rapidly. In an explosion of gore it keeled over, defeated. Nodding in acknowledgement, Octavulg asked for a status report.

 

"Bad," replied Steel Wing Aquilanus, his voice monotone and flat, "The infestation has nearly over run the Liber, the Sons of Russ are assisting our Brethren, but the Typos are headed towards the Index Astartes. If they get that far, they'll be too strong to stop."

 

"We thought we would try to out flank them and seek help from other departments," Amber Dragon Aquilanus continued, "From where I don't know."

 

"We could always go and get the Deus Ex Machi...." started Rainbow Warrior Aquilanus, seeing the glare that Octavulg was giving him, continuing, "I mean Deus Ex Ferrum and the others from Index Astartes. Bannus and Basswave aren't strangers to this kind of problem."

 

"Well, before we do anything else, we need to co-ordinate with Ace and Shinzaren," Octavulg stated firmly. "If we don't tell them what we plan to do, it might throw their attack of balance."

 

Cycling his Chainsword a couple of times to remove the remains of the Typo from it's teeth, he continued, "We only have one chance at this....."

 

On their way towards the Index Astartes , Bahltimyr Reaver Aquilanus halted.

 

"I'm picking up a transmission. It's on a Loyalist frequency. Tune to Imperial Channel 28598.1."

 

The other complied. The signal was weak, but the sender was known to all.

 

"This is Ferrata. All Astartes not engaged in the combat around seventh hall are to get there immediately and hold the line - let no typo pass. I'm coming down there myself. Not to get your hopes up lads, but I think I have a way to end this war."

 

"Well? Do we carry on with our plan, or do we fall back to the seventh?" Asked Space Wolf Aquilanus grumbling, "I'd prefer to do the later, all this skulking around is giving me a headache."

 

"We split up," Octavulg decided, "and we need to get to our destinations fast. One way or another, it's going to be over soon. I'd rather we were the winning side......"

 

Edit: Typos.... :cuss

Edited March 25, 2012 by Aquilanus

[Captain Juan Juarez]

I'll admit, the war on the Typos made me smirk a bit.

[Grey Hunter Ydalir]

I must admit, splitting yourself into five is awesome, and having you talk with and reply to someone five different ways is rather cool.

 

"We split up.." He already has!

 

<_<

 

Good stuff.

[Ace Debonair]

Aquilanus was worried. He'd spent hours fighting the increasing numbers of Typos appearing in the Liber, and he hated not being able to support Ace and Shinzaren who were locked in titanic battle with a particularly large incarnation, but reinforcements were needed.

 

I hate to nit-pick, but technically by the time Ferrata announces a possible end to the war on typos Shinzaren and I are tracking the escapee outside the BA forum.

I'd reccomend giving some other Liberites time to shine against that epic typo.

 

Other than that, good stuff! :mellow:

[Aqui]

I must admit, splitting yourself into five is awesome, and having you talk with and reply to someone five different ways is rather cool.

 

"We split up.." He already has!

 

:D

 

Good stuff.

 

I must admit, I didn't think to add something like that. :facepalm: ;)

 

I added the thing about splitting up into various incarnations as many people I know have said (countless times...) that I can never make my mind up, about nearly everything ;)

 

Aquilanus was worried. He'd spent hours fighting the increasing numbers of Typos appearing in the Liber, and he hated not being able to support Ace and Shinzaren who were locked in titanic battle with a particularly large incarnation, but reinforcements were needed.

 

I hate to nit-pick, but technically by the time Ferrata announces a possible end to the war on typos Shinzaren and I are tracking the escapee outside the BA forum.

I'd reccomend giving some other Liberites time to shine against that epic typo.

 

Other than that, good stuff! ^_^

 

I haven't been in the BA Forum for a while, so I'll have a little look around and try to do justice to those I might name drop ^_^

 

Any one wanting in on the next bit, give us a shout on here and I'll see what I can do ;)

Edited March 26, 2012 by Aquilanus

[Captain Juan Juarez]

Thought I'd note this here too: The Typo is a foul and deadly beast, but never forget the threat of the Wall of Text.

[fivepointedstar]

Awesome work on the battle reports. Edited March 26, 2012 by DeathKnight2000

[fivepointedstar]

I haven't been in the BA Forum for a while, so I'll have a little look around and try to do justice to those I might name drop :P

 

Any one wanting in on the next bit, give us a shout on here and I'll see what I can do B)

I will offer my assistance to the war against the Typos.

[Aqui]

I haven't been in the BA Forum for a while, so I'll have a little look around and try to do justice to those I might name drop B)

 

Any one wanting in on the next bit, give us a shout on here and I'll see what I can do ;)

I will offer my assistance to the war against the Typos.

 

So noted! :P

 

I'll leave off writing the next bit for a few days, so that others can put their name down if they want. I'll probably have something around Friday....ish :P

[fivepointedstar]

I haven't been in the BA Forum for a while, so I'll have a little look around and try to do justice to those I might name drop :P

 

Any one wanting in on the next bit, give us a shout on here and I'll see what I can do ;)

I will offer my assistance to the war against the Typos.

 

So noted! ;)

 

I'll leave off writing the next bit for a few days, so that others can put their name down if they want. I'll probably have something around Friday....ish B)

Thanks Aquilanus, every good battle needs a Blood Dragon with a double barreled sawed-off-shotgun-style infernus pistol, a power scimitar, and a bad attitude. :P-

[Forté]

Got the bad attitude alright :P

[fivepointedstar]

Got the bad attitude alright :P

Well what can I say, I was drunk off of Baal's Scorpion Stout, and everyone was bombed off of stuff not strong enough for a scout, called wolf-some-thing-or-another-with-a W. And I thought you said you'd help me find my Storm Raven? Then you tossed me out. Which I only found it after you chased me.

Not sure I left a tip to the barman thou. Maybe I'll go back and see if their spring mead is better than the lagers....

 

- speaking of that incident Forte we outta head back to that place if I can find it on my Nav Guide...

[Forté]

We shall see DK. But I get the drinks. None of your fruit based stuff.

[Heru]

We shall see DK. But I get the drinks. None of your fruit based stuff.

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: [as Herger offers a mead horn] "I can taste neither the fermentation of grape, nor of wheat."

 

[Herger laughs]

 

Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan: "What? Why do you laugh?"

 

Herger the Joyous: [laughing, and handing over the bottle] "HONEY! It's made from honey!"

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ynoRTJeB7w...feature=channel

 

 

Ale was weak and watered down in the Viking period, everyone drank it (even children) because it was cleaner than water (thanks to water contamination, and ale being boiled). MEAD was the true drink of Viking celebrations! A TRUE WARRIOR DRINKS MEAD!

 

You pups drink nothing more than the equivalent to slightly alcoholic tap water!

Edited March 26, 2012 by Heru Talon

[The Normish]

I leave for a few months, and now this...

Can someone remind me what this thread is?

[Dark Apostle Thirst]

Aquilanus - That's brilliant, and gave me a great idea... :)

 

Dark Apostle Thirst watched in the shadows as Aquilanus charged in to support Octavulg. The moderator studied the unique effects of the Warp and the IAs had on the Heresy department Liberite, his multiple personalities providing a variety of tactics and perspectives. It was as if there were really five or six soldiers to use against the typos and other threats to the Liber.

 

An Idea struck him like a thunderbolt. He nearly stumbled into view of the liberites as it crashed into his head, but he managed to catch it and wrestly it under control before the Idea was carried away. He pulled it into a datapad, and began to sort it out as he returned back to his personal quarters.

 

When he arrived, he found a complete and sealed suit of Mk. 4 armour in the colours of the Angels of Adamantium, just as he had requested the serfs to bring. He brought up the Angel's IA on another datapad. He uploaded it into the power armour's own data storage, investing a mix of pure Warp energy and several spells of binding and and imitation. Thirst's incantations continued to roll from his tongue and it was a few moments before he stopped. The moderator then looked into the eyes of the suit, which were slowly glowing to life. Thirst slowly leaned back and smiled as his creation powered up.

 

Finally the suit flexed its limbs, and rolled its neck. Then it punched its creator straight in the face.

 

"Emperor protect!" The moderator swore as he backpedaled furiously. At hearing this, the suit stopped.

 

"What kind of Dark Apostle uses the Emperor's name?" It still had a fist pulled back, but its head was tilted in confusion.

 

"I am a member of the Heresy department of the Liber and a moderator of the Legio, what I can and cannot do is somewhat flexible..." Thirst remarked drily. "I am also the creator of you as the Angels of Adamantium, and the... living metal you are now."

 

"I'm mostly ceramite, actually. If what you say is true, you have failed to truly flesh me out, though I've got a bit more than my bones here. And in the Emperor's name, why didn't you give me a jump pack especially after you put so much effort into making sure all of us had them?"

 

"Us?"

 

"What was I supposed to call the astartes who make up the Angels of Adamantium?"

 

"Point taken. What will we call you then?"

 

The suit paused for a moment. "Angelos Ferrum."

 

The moderator nodded his assent. "Very GWy, but I didn't design you with subtlety in mind. Come on, Angelos. Get yourself a jump pack, the Librarian on the other side of that door will lead you to the armoury."

 

"For what purpose? Are we not in the heart of the Legio's base?"

 

"Yes, but the Liber continually spawns daemons from the side of the Warp dedicated to literature. It's inevitable due to the vast amount of data formed there."

 

"A crusade. Perfect."

 

"I thought you'd think so. Go now, we need all the astartes we can get."

 

Thirst turned away from Angelos, and mentally sent a command to bring another suit of armour into his quarters. He didn't know what Ferratta was planning, but it never hurt to have a back-up army for his fellow moderators. And the Liberites would benefit too, of course.

[Forté]

Ah..Heru. No mere mead here. It's Wolfwizz or Mjod. Although, giving those to a non wolf can be a tad dangerous at times.

[Brother Cambrius]

Excellent work guys. Made me laugh and chuckle out loud many times. :lol:

 

Ah..Heru. No mere mead here. It's Wolfwizz or Mjod. Although, giving those to a non wolf can be a tad dangerous at times.

 

I remember trying a combination of Wolfwhizz and Mjod once...how I ended upside down hanging off one of the ornate gothic chandeliers in the Dark Angels' section I've no idea...

 

I'll have to get back to work on the LHD© soon...

 

Cambrius

[Dosjetka]

Any one wanting in on the next bit, give us a shout on here and I'll see what I can do :)

I wouldn't say no to such a kind offer :)

 

And I must say I'm really enjoying reading these new bits of stories!

 

Ludovic