Trial of the 1st a Doom Eagle tale

[Valin Darkblade]

Through the dark starless veil of night a long streak of fire cut through the sky plummeting to the thick Canopy below. With deadly precision it cut hard as it neared the canopy of foliage leveling out at breakneck speed. Its descent slowed the streak of fire began to take form a sleek metalic body glistening pale in the light of twin moons. The thunderhawk landed just ahead of its descent point in a small clearing its rear ramp droping just enough to disgorge its cargo before lifting off and streaking heavenward.

 

Six figures had stepped from the Thunderhawk, five were stripped bare save a loin cloth and a mask fashioned to resemble a skull. The sixth was clad in armour as dark as the night around them his helmet resembled theirs, at his side hung a long cudgel the head fashioned to mimic a bird of prey at rest, an da single pistol painted a deep crimson.

 

The Five men turned to him for guidance each carried a pair of combat blades attached at their hips.

 

The armoured figure spoke his voice hollow behind his helmet as he looked at each man in turn.

 

"You each stand here because you have passed the first trials besting many of your brothers for this right. Each who stands to be elevated to the 1st has done the same, when one falls another is raised. Two of our brothers have fallen to stand again at the side of our beloved Emperor. Only two of you will be accepted to attain the position of first company. This world has stood to challenge us to show the full mettle of our battle brothers.

 

You will hunt the great beasts of this world to prove your worth your right to stand among the first. We who serve are already dead, what fear does death hold for us? Go bring honor to your Brothers and to yourselves in the name of the Emperor."

 

The men stood for a moment gazing at the form of chaplin the white of his helmet shining in the dark giving him the appearance of a disembodied skull. With out a word they turned as one silently racing into the wilderness. Their misson was simple their minds as one as they raced through the wilderness prepared for the hunt.

 

The chaplain turned as they slipped into the trees keying the vox in his helmet. "They are away the trial has began." The thunderhawk swooped in moments later the ramp lowered. With little effort the chaplain took a few strides leaping forward landing lightly on the rear of the Thunderhawk. He gazed out into the darkeness watching the heat signatures of the five before turning back into the ship.....

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[Valin Darkblade]

Silence descended upon the five battle brothers as they slipped into the ancient forest. None spoke for that was their way taciturn and silent stoic, it was more then a hunt more then a test of their mettle as warriors. They were to be of one mind to survive each warrior an extension of the others. The night brought with it a deep chill as the twin moons began to set upon this hidden world.

 

As the miles slowly melted away below the bare flesh of their feet the first signs began to awaken around them. The world lay silent as the wraiths they represented, the first warrior rolled to the left leaping up placing his foot on the trunk of a tree flipping his body to the side. His brothers spanned in a half circle taking a low stance as the beast tore from the forest crashing after the lead battle brother. The beast towered several meters above the Marines launching its body forward on bipedal legs. Long arms lashed out the shimmer of bone flashing in the pale like a soft hollow sound emitting from the bone as it glanced the bare flesh of the first Marines leg.

 

Two battle brothers leapt forward combat knives lashing out in a blur of speed splotches of green ichor splashing across their bodies. The first Marine hit the ground rolling to his feet a hand reaching down to the gash in his leg before falling to his knee. The last two Marines moved with uncanny speed dodging the howling creature as it turned on their battle brothers. One stood guard his combat blades crossed as he covered his stricken brother. The first Marine stumbled trying to rise, the blood continued to flow the Larraman cells failing to close the wound as it began to turn black.

 

He reached down slicing his combat knife over the wound tearing a large chunk away cutting away the decayed and dying flesh. The other Marines circled the beast as their brother rose leaping in and slashing at the beast covering their stricken brother as he recovered. It was an intricate deadly dance as the beast lashed out with its arms bone spurs flashing dangerously close to the Marines bare flesh.

 

Silently the wounded battle brother gestured to his brothers laying out a plan. Quickly the Marines dashed in causing the creature to bellow and roar as more ichor flowed from dozens of cuts. The wounded brother leapt into the air his wounded leg near dead beneath him. He came down on the beasts back racing forward as best he could with a quick motion he drove both combat blades into the base of the creatures neck twisting and pulling them upwards...