helterskelter Posted April 24, 2014 Share Posted April 24, 2014 Helterskelter found himself beset on all quarters by the demons of the liber. "Who. Bloody. Woke. You. Up?!" He held his chainglaive in both hands and swung it as an axe, severing several foul beasts in half. Something had roused the demons. He was unsure if this was a regular occurance, but his knowledge of beasts told him it was probably something big. Whirling like a dervish, he took down yet more, yet still they seemed to come. He unholstered his pistol, and started to unleash its ancient fury into the nearest mass, then came a lull in the storm. He looked up. "Athrillay, brothers, you seem to have caught me at a bad moment, be good sports and lend a hand" Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3663042 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Conn Eremon Posted April 24, 2014 Share Posted April 24, 2014 (edited) The ceramite boots, painted white but grayed by the dry, sandy air and corpse dust, crunched on the loose gravel as the Apothecary stalked to the nearest fallen. With a klik-snkt, the bringer of the Warmaster’s Mercy, slick with the blood of uncounted kin, snapped back into place. Only those within a few feet of the Apothecary would have heard the sound, otherwise lost in the din of a war to eclipse all others. This one would survive, if allowed time for his body to heal itself. With gruff roughness, the Apothecary grasped the bleeding warrior’s forearm and clipped vials taken from his belt pouches into place into receptacles designed to carry the life-granting alchemical concoctions straight to the laboring hearts. The Apothecary’s attention turned to the next in line, but for the crunch on gravel and appearance of a shadow at the edge of his vision. A Marine stepped into view. In another reality, his armor would have been painted a soft shade of blue, as evidenced by the nearly universal shape of the Librarian’s hood that stretched over his bare head. The face was a match to the Apothecary’s own, and just as grimly set. The Apothecary rose with a sigh and walked apace with the Librarian. “What news has your sight brought?” the Apothecary asked. “Hnn. Those companies of us who were spared the truth play their role well. Though their antics, and those of some of the others, are worrisome, they have taken the first steps on their quest. Without their knowledge, I have clouded their minds so that all paths that lead to this are obscured from them,” the Librarian replied, reaching out with one hand to trace the tips of his gauntlets over the ruined walls that marked the borders between this shattered non-reality and the rest. “You are certain that they remain ignorant of the threat?” the Apothecary pressed. The pair stopped to grant a unit of Havocs right of way for more ammunition. That was its own cauldron of boiling problems. “Yes, I and the others who share in this talent made a thorough sweep to ensure of it. They know only of what needs to be done for them to survive an apocalyptic event. They know not of the truth of that apocalypse’s nature. Many lies were fed to them, and even the intervention of aberration did not let the truth slip. They are safe from this knowledge, and from the certain need to participate that such knowledge would bring.” The Apothecary paused then, and turned to face the battle. “I only hope that we can hold the hordes off long enough for them to succeed.” The Librarian nodded solemnly in response, his own attention diverted as well to the front lines. Arrayed before them was an army unmatched by any other. A Legion of Space Marines, pulled from uncounted realities, to dwarf all others. This broken land had no horizons; merely more detail compacted into too small an area for even a transhuman brain to comprehend, causing intense migraine headaches in any who stared too long. Yet, the many-colored, armored bodies stretched from impossible end to impossible end. It was a force that could have brought anything to kneel before it. A force capable of sweeping before it virtually anything, but for the foe before it. Uniform in color, greater in size by several, depressingly high magnitudes, it was an army that proved that humans, protected by their gene-forged Angels of Death, were not the only species in all the realities affected. And, while powerful and numerous in most, humans were not the most prolific or war-like across the realities. Another held claim to such. They cried as one, the sound deafening, with a savage joy, for this was their paradise. “WAAAGH!” +++---+++---+++---+++---+++---+++---+++---+++---+++---+++---+++---+++---+++---+++---+++ Man, I cannot wait for Skin Games to come out. Ah, shoot. Forgot to introduce the Dreadnought. Ah well, next time. Edited April 24, 2014 by Cormac Airt Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3663140 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Olis Posted April 28, 2014 Share Posted April 28, 2014 (edited) Rictus Mask tilted, the Colrous watched the ongoing struggle for survival around a patched and desecrated Predator from above. To alter the vehicle was one thing, but to arm it with wholly underwhelming weaponry was an affront. As one of the Tenets of Mania stated - "There is no kill like overkill." He had considered taking the vehicle from the group. It was just another band of Liberites in just another battle. The Colrous had seen this sort of thing often enough - they would fight and die. Or not, depending on what the fates had in store for them. The confrontation was spirited enough, even with one of their number still combat ineffective, to keep the attention of the faithful. Turning to his pet Cormac, he giggled. "What do you see, minion?" "I see a Legionary, a Techmarine and two Liberites." He ventured. "No! No-no... no. What do you really see? Who has the will to do anything asked of him?" "The Legionary. He'll kill for the sake of his objective." "That's more like it." The Colrous clapped a hand to his protégé's shoulder. "And how do you know that?" Cormac, if he still answered to that name now he had taken his own moniker in recognition of becoming the Colrous' protégé, tilted forward his freshly painted helm. The shark-mouth leered in the wane light. "He keeps checking his avenues of escape. He's thinking of abandoning his comrades to pursue his mission." "But what's to say that he's not just a coward?" Below them the fight had begun to wind down now the final member of the group had recovered enough of his wits to enter the fray. It seemed that the daemons were losing the will to pursue the murder of these Liberites. "He hasn't run yet. There have been three clear opportunities to escape and yet he remains. A coward would have fled long ago." "My boy." Came the prideful reply. This minion could very well be ready for the Tenets. So soon, too. He had promise indeed.The Colrous grinned lopsidedly, not that it could be seen. Unlimbering his weapons, he stood up on his perch - a sliver of a ledge carved into the gothic architecture. "Let's introduce a little anarchy!" He shouted, pitching off the vantage point like a diver. His Cormac - or should that be Cutup? - followed suit soon after, leaping into a trajectory that'd have him collide with Techmarine. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Legionary Olis had all but a second to register and react to something bearing down upon him from the rafters. It looked like a Chaplain, twisted into the visage of those accursed xenos Harlequins. A beam of red energy struck the tasset protecting his left thigh, smashing it and scoring the power armour underneath. The Jester's Mace connected with his helm shortly before the Colrous smashed into him in a suicidal mania. Staggered and then brought low, the Legionary lost grip of his Caliver and it skittered underneath the Predator. He took his Hasta, carefully weighted the throwing spear in his hand and pitched it straight at the Colrous, barely five metres distant and still picking himself off the ground. The flight remained true and the tip of the Hasta buried itself into the meat of the Colrous. Impaling his foe's torso, the Legionary had gained the advantage. Out came his combat knives. Five metres was no distance at all to an astartes and in the moment it took for the Colrous to recover from his blow, the Legionary stabbed for the throat. The Colrous blinked out of existence the moment before he was struck. Legionary Olis cursed luridly at the narrow escape. To be denied the kill was infuriating, especially when the mortal blow was a hair's breadth from connecting. Cutup Cormac meanwhile had hit Ace with the force of a tonne of bricks and both tumbled away from the fight, away from any help Dizzyeye and Madwolf could offer. Ace, however, wasn't hopeless in combat like Cutup assumed. They fought over Cutup's bolter, the only item separating them as they grappled on the floor, even as it discharged from the trigger being pulled accidentally. Without a firm grip on the weapon, it bucked like a mule every time a bolt shell barked out. With a firm headbutt, Ace wrenched the bolter away from Cutup and pulled the trigger. Click. It was empty. Fortunately for Ace, Cutup had turned, beckoned by his master, and clambered onto the Predator at a sprint. It's engines sputtered something close to a roar before the hijacked vehicle smashed it's way out of the hangar and disappeared out of sight. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Colrous stuck his head out of a gap in the side-armour panelling of the Predator as it sped, as best it could, to the Generatorum, his green, longitudinal crest ruffled by the air displacement. The Hasta, still embedded in his torso, would have to be removed on the way - a giggle started in his throat that spilled over into howling laughter. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Can someone let me know if it's not just (Legionary) me, Madwolf, Dizzyeye and Ace in this area? I suspect helterskelter might be here too and maybe one or two others as well... (Apologies for unintentional omissions, brothers.) 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Ace Debonair Posted April 28, 2014 Share Posted April 28, 2014 (edited) Ooh, tense stuff! Technically I should have had one of my chainaxes, but since I had to go and check that myself, let's just assume I've left it in the tank for the time being. EDIT: I'll be sure to pick it up by the time the next story rolls around, though. If Cutup's looking for a Round 2, he'd better make sure he's ready. Edited April 28, 2014 by Ace Debonair Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3667312 Share on other sites More sharing options...
helterskelter Posted April 28, 2014 Share Posted April 28, 2014 Yeah I'm lurking in the region, left my last post hanging a bit because I didn't know where to run with it Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3667317 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Olis Posted April 28, 2014 Share Posted April 28, 2014 I'll be sure to pick it up by the time the next story rolls around, though. If Cutup's looking for a Round 2, he'd better make sure he's ready. Ooh, yes. I'd like to see what you do with Cutup, if and when you get the chance. ;) Yeah I'm lurking in the region, left my last post hanging a bit because I didn't know where to run with it Duly noted brother. Feel free to attach yourself to the group, if you so wish. ^_^ Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3667347 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Astus Posted April 28, 2014 Share Posted April 28, 2014 (edited) The marine with the strange blue hat turned around. 'Hullo, I don't think I've seen you around before. And to answer your question, I have no idea either.' The marine grinned. 'I'm Ace Debonair of the Azure Hawks, currently serving in the Emperor's Legion.' 'I am known as the Promethean, from the Angels Cognus, and recently serving in the Legio. What in His name is the Emperor's Legion?' 'The Emperor's Legion is a formation formed by the Regent of Terra himself, Sanguinius, which is made up of marines from the various Descendants and Legions. Since you didn't know that, you must be from a parallel universe. I had heard that I might run into marines from other universes.' 'So, for some reason all the different universes are overlapping, resulting in marines ending up all over the place. How did this happen, and why are we in the Culinarum?' He asked. 'Pretty much, although I'm yet to discover why. That's why I was sent here, and I think the Culinarum is where we can fix the problem. Which is why I'm making some transportation' Ace grinned again. The Promethean looked at the vehicle Ace had been working on, it resembled an Attack bike, but with four wheels and a rickety-looking assault cannon. 'Will it work?' 'It will, but the Primarch knows how long.' There was a brief silence, then they both heard several shots in the distance. Ace turned to the Promethean, 'Well, I think this is a good time to see if it works.' Both marines mounted the quad Attack bike, and Ace attempted to start it. It spluttered twice and shot off at top speed. At least what the Promethean thought was top speed. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- Several minutes later they stopped on top of a scrap mound to see two marines steal a crude Predator from four others. Glaring at one of the marines entering the Predator Ace muttered, 'Throne, he's here too.' 'Someone you know?' the Promethean ventured. 'You could say that', Ace said through gritted teeth. 'Why don't we go find out what's happened, and who we can trust.' +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ I'm now nearby with another Ace. Let the clown hunt begin! Edit: Typo. This is what happens when I write things while I'm still waking up. Edited April 28, 2014 by the promethean Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3667383 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ace Debonair Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 Aaaaand the forum just ate my next story. Drat. I'll come back to this once my humour improves. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3667758 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Olis Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 Aaaaand the forum just ate my next story. Drat. I'll come back to this once my humour improves. I know exactly how that feels. To lose a spur of the moment story is a real kick to the jingle bells. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3667763 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cpt_Reaper Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 Cappy slammed hard against the wall, forks of lightning playing across his armour. He had returned to...well if what the others had said was true he wasn't sure where he was. Looking down at his hands Cappy saw the last flecks of white paint had peeled away to reveal the usual obsidian that was his Chapter heraldry. He wasn't coming out. Not yet. Looking around Cappy could not work out where he had appeared. 'Where in the name of The Lion am I, and where are my weapons?' he asked to the silence. Deciding that to stay still would be the less fruitful of his choices, Cappy once again set off in search of answers. He had to re-arm, find out what universe he was in and get back to the Liber. He had a lot of work to do and all these inter-universal shenanigans were slowing him down. The Emperor clearly hadn't forgotten the Angel of Shadow, in whatever universe he was in, as after a short run a knife had fallen from within Cappy's robe. Inspecting the blade he realised it was the combat blade he had been given upon being chosen for the Legio. Holding it tight in a reverse grip and feeling reinvigorated by the feel of a weapon in his hand, Cappy took off at a sprint. 'I'm blaming Ace and Olis for this. I lost my favourite plasma gun, I am behind on work on my Index Astartes article AND now I am Emperor knows where dealing with shadow daemons. If I ever come across them again I'll...throw them into a vat of Simple Green and strip their paint!!!' Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3667833 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyner Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 A couple of pages ago I was making my way through the hangar - must be a giant hangar since I haven't come across anyone yet... :P Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3667881 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cpt_Reaper Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 Perhaps I may find myself there ol' Reyner. You know...due to wibbley wobbly timey wimey...or something Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3667905 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ace Debonair Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 (edited) One more time. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "Regent's Ears, that was over quickly. What happened?" There was a screech of tires as Azure Ace halted the quad-attack-bike near the scene of the combat. "He escaped. For now." Legion Olis grunted a response. "We'd better track him down while we have the chance - maybe launch an ambush of our own." The Promethean hopped off the bike. "Things are getting interesting around here of late, I see." "Very interesting," Ace agreed. "Wotcha, Pro. It's been a while. Hullo, me." "Hullo myself." Azure Ace replied, casually. "Nice trophy." The newcomer gestured to Cutups' Bolter. Ace looked at it contemplatively. "Hmm. The craftsmanship is average, though it seems lighter than the standard Legio issue. I prefer my..." Ace froze, a look of incoherent rage stamped on his face. "Oh no. Tell me I didn't leave my chainaxe in that tank." Madwolf shrugged. "I could say that, Iron Seer, but it would be untrue." "Oh, that does it. Where did they go? I'm getting my axe back. It's integral that I do!" Ace turned abruptly and started marching after the escaped tank. Legion Olis called him back. "Get back here, Debonair. We'll form a proper squad and do this the right way." "But I haven't got a weapon! Well, except this empty bolter." Ace snarled. Azure Ace shrugged. "I've got a spare one you can have," he said, climbing off the bike. He pulled what appeared to be an awkward-looking thin cube off the back of the bike, and held it out. "What is that, exactly?" Asked Dizzyeye, warily. "This old thing? It's one of these," Azure Ace twisted part of the cube, and the whole thing seemed to change shape, unfurling, piece by piece. When it had finished, the cube had become a smooth, somehow elegant-looking long-handled, single-headed power axe, emblazoned with the cog-and-skull of the Adeptus Mechanicus. "They're standard issue for Techmarines where I come from." "It'll do," Ace shrugged, accepting the gift gratefully despite his nonchalance. "If either of those jerks has my axe, I call dibs on challenging them first. I also call dibs on any spare ammo we come across." Ace turned to Legion Olis. "They can't have gotten far. The, uh, let's call it a battery that was powering the tank was almost out of energy. You've got your squad, Moderati - what's the plan?" -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Legion Olis is still a Moderati, isn't he? If anyone's wondering what Azure Ace is armed with, let's just say he's got a bolt pistol and his bike (unless we have to go up any stairs, then it's just the pistol ). He's got another weapon, too, but I'll save the description of that for later. Edited April 29, 2014 by Ace Debonair Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3667984 Share on other sites More sharing options...
helterskelter Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 The ghosts of his former squad mates floated etherially before him, each brother bore the wounds that had led to their demise. "oh, just you then, and heres me hoping it was someone useful" The ghosts remained where they were, unspeaking, unmoving. Helterskelter had his glaive at the ready, in case more shadow demons came. "And what, praytell, have you shown up for this time? Heralds of my death at last perhaps? That would make you all very happy i'm sure. Let me tell you i'd be just as big a bastard in death than life, so if you don't mind" Helterskelter walked through the phantoms, straight into an Azure armoured marine in a smash of ceramite Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668025 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzyeye01 Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 With a flash, a ragged squad of marines (each of who were the same but not) entered a corrider, weapons raised. Seemingly thinking the same thought, both sides are secured. Each marine is varied in their own way through colour and weaponary but with the same name: Dizzyeye. "This the right place?" growled Wolf Dizzyeye. The marine' origin was obvious: runic symbols decorated his armour, the sign of the Great Company Sven Bloodhowl displayed on his left shoulderpad with the other holding the Crux Terminatus. A frost sword was gripped in one hand with the other aiming a plamsa pistol. "If you mean universe," replied Ghost Dizzyeye, "Then yeah, the target is here." The skull-marked marines' own armour was a mess, bolters along with swords and flame having marked and hidden the former Son of Horus' dark emerald. A damaged Volkrite rested in his hands. Surviving Istavaan III takes skill. "Then we move," echoed Future Dizzyeye, waving the squad down one direction with his broken sword. "We can't let them escape." The Legionary must die. +---------------+ Looks like the hunter has also become the hunted ;) Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668354 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ace Debonair Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 Oh, I thought you were with Madwolf and the rest of us, Dizzyeye. Should I edit you back out of my last story? Throne, this is getting confusing. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668459 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aqui Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 Throne, this is getting confusing. Totally. I have no idea where the "Many Man" (i.e. the "real" me) version of me is or what he's doing! Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668463 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ace Debonair Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 He's... er... Around. Doing... you know... stuff. Or things. Or something. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668468 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aqui Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 He's... er... Around. Doing... you know... stuff. Or things. Or something. To keep in with current narrative, I might just have him appear somewhere and skirt around the whole thing in true Hollywood style Hmmm, where is the best place to put him... Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668469 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Conn Eremon Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 We've got alternate versions of ourselves running around everywhere. There's an entire Chapter of Cormacs, which will eventually need to be dealt with. If you're confused with who is where, or worried about contradicting where who is, just say it's an alternative who that is where you put it, and let the forum member in question determine where the "real" who is. There's an infinite number of alternate realities out there, which means that there are an infinite number of realities that are different from each other in unfathomably inconsequential ways. Except for Madwolf. He went all Jet Li is the One on his alternate selves. skirt around the whole thing in true Hollywood style O.o Is that a thing? Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668473 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aqui Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 We've got alternate versions of ourselves running around everywhere. There's an entire Chapter of Cormacs, which will eventually need to be dealt with. If you're confused with who is where, or worried about contradicting where who is, just say it's an alternative who that is where you put it, and let the forum member in question determine where the "real" who is. There's an infinite number of alternate realities out there, which means that there are an infinite number of realities that are different from each other in unfathomably inconsequential ways. Except for Madwolf. He went all Jet Li is the One on his alternate selves. skirt around the whole thing in true Hollywood style O.o Is that a thing? Apparently. Mostly involved the character in question being asked "Where the hell you been?" and something (usually something destructive or murderous) distracts the audience long enough to forget the question. Happens quite a lot Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668475 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heru Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 (edited) Except for Madwolf. He went all Jet Li is the One on his alternate selves.He isn't the only one. Welcome to the party Sanguiniusreborn. I'm sure the more alternate selves will show up sooner or later... Speaking of alternate selves - where's Cormac? The group he's in should be able to get up to some sort of shenanigans. Mexican stand-offs... finding a raid boss... getting inexplicably lost... doppelganger crazinesss... Watching an entire squad's worth of of Heru Talon marching around and group spine-flailing a panicking horde of creatures... That isn't how it works Ace. There can only be one. Edit: Apparently this appeared in my Twitter feed about the same time I was writing this post... https://twitter.com/abbydarkstar/status/461259621663907841/photo/1 Edited April 29, 2014 by Heru Talon Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668484 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dizzyeye01 Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 Oh, I thought you were with Madwolf and the rest of us, Dizzyeye. Should I edit you back out of my last story? Throne, this is getting confusing. :lol: Nah its fine, keep me in. It's not only space that mucked up at the moment. Bit surprised we haven't had our past selves jump into the present. Man where's the Doctor when you need him :D In terms of me theres the present version with team Legionary while the future version of me has assembled a team of mes. Simple :) Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668525 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Olis Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 (edited) Legion Olis is still a Moderati, isn't he? I had been labouring under the impression he wasn't - hence him still rocking his Legion colours. I can always wrangle Mod-hood for him though, if you fancy. The Legionary must die. +---------------+ Looks like the hunter has also become the hunted ;) Aw yeah. It's on like Donkey Kong. Bring it on. Throne, this is getting confusing. :lol: Totally. I have no idea where the "Many Man" (i.e. the "real" me) version of me is or what he's doing! Erm. Just where exactly have you been? I lost the real you ages ago. I have had to make do with an ersatz you for a while now. So... the groups are: Moderati me, a mysteriously pacifistic Ace, alternate Deathspectre, alternate Aquilanus and about a billion a few dozen Cormacs. Currently trying to access the Generatorum to fix the whole reality hopping shenanigans. Legionary me, real Ace, azure Ace, the one and only Madwolf, Dizzyeye, the promethean, helterskelter and maybe Reyner and Cappy. Currently in pursuit of the Scrap Predator. The Colrous and his pet Cormac, Cutup. (Not actually a group but it's an alternate me and it's my list. So there.) Currently heading in the general direction of the Generatorum. Edited April 29, 2014 by Olisredan Once again brothers, a typo has been found and culled. Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668551 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Astus Posted April 29, 2014 Share Posted April 29, 2014 (edited) Really I'm amazed we've managed this long without getting confused on who's where and which version it is. Although with all the chaos going on at the moment, I think we may have forgotten our missions... +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ He had been lured here by the scent of future bloodshed. He was not disappointed, the Blood God had truly blessed him today. What could seen of his armour under the blood and battle damage, was black with fiery red lines running across it like cracks. A group of shadowy creatures approached him, seeking to slay this champion of Khorne. He cut them down with a single sweep of his scythe. 'These creatures are not worthy foes, but I offer their blood and skulls to you,' he growled. He stood listening to someone only he could hear. 'I will seek these champions of other worlds as worthy offerings!' The infernal warrior, known as the Promethean, charged into the darkness. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ And now another foe enters. Edit: Damn typos, purge them with flame! Edited April 29, 2014 by the promethean Link to comment https://bolterandchainsword.com/topic/214866-this-is-the-liber-astartes-part-ii/page/52/#findComment-3668564 Share on other sites More sharing options...
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