Akan's Reavers

[Amalricus]

Iron and steel can't match the power of a daemon-engine inspiring sacred fear in our foes hearts. The Dark Gods would thuss favour the latter design rather than the first, and grant many victories to their faithfull sons, united in battle.

[The Colossus]

"Ah so the coward shows his face. Nightmares death is merely a rebirth. I am born of the Warp, and the Warp returns me to make war upon the world of the living. Bah. To hell with you mortals. The Gods know the truth of it."

[Zincite]

I like the walker. Needs a more scarred paint job, but the model’s pretty cool.

 

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Skirl Harnoc watched his lieutenant closely, drumming his fingers on the arm of his metal throne, his attention at odds with his movements. The lieutenant in front of him, Fallod Krawn, delivered his report carefully, precisely, a far more military attitude than most of the men Harnoc commanded. Which wasn't necessarily a good thing. Dumb men rarely managed to stab people in the back, successfully at least. Harnac nodded as the yellow-haired lieutenant finished his report, dismissing him.

Hah. 'Ruler' of this fething town, and half of Harnac's time was spent guarding against being killed by his own minions. Gods of Chaos, why'd others get to rule empires and he got a dusty planet filled with half-brained mutant idiots?

Kraw hurriedly run back in. He'd been gone thirty seconds. "Sir. Civilians are saying there's a.... 'thing' approaching us."

Harnac sighed mentally. Civilian was such a nice word, applied to the rabbled scum that made up his domain. "Thing?"

"Large, apparently."

"Such observation..."

"Aye, sir. Shall I assemble a few soldiers and see if anything's there?"

Harnac sighed mentally, again. He'd gotten it up to a piece of art. He rose, reaching out with a blood-tattooed arm and picking up the rusted chainsword lying against the arm of the throne. "Get all of them, bar ten. Leave them here. We might as well use it as a exercise."

Skirl Harnoc cast a look around the shrouded room, before walking out, his lieutenant behind him. He was glad of the armour covering his back. Paranoia could never be taken too far

 

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Hrrnm... Finally. Not the most organized group.

A group of about thirty human-based life forms walk towards me. Half of them seem to have been granted the 'blessings' of the Gods, skin and bone twisted into harsh, unworldly shapes. One or two are the size of Ogryns, and look like they have the brain size to go with it. At the head is a officer of some sort, carrying a chainsword, his long-coat ragged and burnt. Eventually, they reach me. I stop, six feet away from the leader.

"I am Skirl Harnoc, commander of these forces, being of th..."

I tune him out, looking at the men behind him, though my helm stays motionless and centered on the officer. Most clutch Lasguns or stub guns of some sort. All are clad in some shade of red, though there is little uniform beyond that.

"... We stopped paying lip to the Imperium, though not actually announcing our dividing, nearly..."

Most of them appear to be shocked, or trying not to be. The officer appears to be of a similar state, but he is not dumb-struck, at least. Astartes are not a common sight on this world, it can be safely said. My eyes center on a yellow-haired man standing next to Harnoc, a star of Chaos neatly branded onto his forehead. That one.

"... And my Lord, whilst we have not allied with any for a long time, we are at your comman..."

Calmly, I unclamp my bolter from its mag-lock on my thigh, bring it up, and exit a bolt into the officer's neck. My arm falls back down, the bolter locking back to my armour

I turn my head to the yellow-haired man, who seems to be staring at the smoking corpse. Most of them are. None have fired yet.

"You have space facilities?"

He continues to stare at the corpse, his mouth open. Brilliant soldier. Though the blood splattering his torso probably does not do much for him. I turn my gaze deliberately to where his own lies, before regarding him once more.

"You have earned a field promotion, I think, mortal."

He turns back to me, his composure recovered slightly. "Fah... I... Yes, lord."

"You have space facilities?" I repeat, more slowly this time. It increases the growl of the vox.

"... Yes lord," he gestures beyond the city they came from, "Two ships currently."

"Navigators?"

"One bound to each ship, lord."

"I will need one ship. When can it be space-ready?"

"Tomorrow, lord."

They get so much more to the point once you shoot one of them.

 

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Fallod Krawn sat in his former commander's throne, thinking. He'd been planning to attack Skirl anyway... but an Astartes. And it had done his work for him. For the cost of a ship he could replace the next time some trader came onto the world. He hadn't had many to convince of their new rulership. Most had adapted well. They were probably planning to kill him now, as he'd been doing himself to Harnoc only a week ago.

He smiled grimly, finally reaching a decision he'd been pondering over since the Astartes left. He got up, and activated the vox-board on the wall. "Karrron?"

The gravelly voice of the traitor tech-priest came through. "Commander-lord?"

Krawn smiled again. Warp gods, praise my actions. "Transmit a message to the nearest Imperial worlds, fully declaring our independence. We shall not hide any longer, the Gods shall not stand for this cowering any longer."

Krawn smiled for the third time. The rewards his masters would give for this...

 

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+Imperial forge world numbered 3794-67-456-00-2. Sector monitor 04, Upper hall of the Machine God's glory, recording 956291638276. Second Form: Scared language of the Omnissiah translated to Imperial Gothic for access of Inquisitor Gann. Original form: Deleted.+

"Forge-master, planet five of the third planned sector indicates abandonment of Imperial form."

"Alert nearest Imperial military force."

"Adeptus Astartes chapter 563-03, Imperial Gothic application Third Company: Golden Gryphons, applies to specified 'nearest.'

"Alert Adeptus Astartes Chapter 563-03. Confirmed."

 

+Golden Gryphons chapter log record. 89275642. Third Company removed from current position. Transferring to next combat zone 53009.+

Imperial Inquisition recording (+extract+), number +Deleted+, Inquisitor Gann.

... Black Legion war ship encountered on planet Fraybh, recently re-taken by Golden Gryphons, though chapter left for other rebel world before traitor ship arrived. Contacting a nearby Imperial Guard regiment, I managed to destroy the traitor Astartes and their ship with their help. Trust in the Emperor. (+Extract Ends+)

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I stand in the observation bay of this once-merchant ship, its crew carrying me so helpfully to Hellstorm Harbour. They should make a nice gift, as well as the ship. Not that they're worth much. I look out the small viewing portal, normally closed with metal shutters whilst in warp transit. I watch the mind-space flow by, now red, green, yellow, blue, indigo, black, green again, brown... Idly, I wonder if the Mortal that replaced the one I killed has lit the fuse yet. Possibly.

As if summoned by the thought, a shrieking white-grey demon flicks past the portal, a man's face, tattooed, horribly wounded, the skin flying off in chunks. Even so, it is recognizable as the officer I killed, his soul screaming in the warp.

I turn away, laughing, the sound snarling outside through my vox. Rot with all the other corpses, Skirl Harnoc. Rot with those you worshiped so hard.

Walking away, my laughter fades back into my thoughts. 'King' Akan will make an interesting master.

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A wise man once said: Better late than never. That man obviously never saw my writing skills. Also, that took so long to type, and yet it seems so small!

 

In any case, I now run and go off to paint some hideously pathetic Xenos!

[Hyaenidae]

Ixion the Lost, formerly of the Tigers Argent....

It was a blast to paint this guy; but I learned a very painful lesson...Armory clear matte Sealer is by far the absolutely worst sealer I've ever seen in my life. It left a fine white 'dust' like powder over the mini, which took forever to repair...don't ever use the stuff! EVER!!!!! Despite the issues, I hope you like him, Yogi!

Well, gents, this is where we part company for a while. I'll be taking my very, very long trip shortly, so I will be out of contact for quite a while. By the time I get back, though, I should have a few new chapters to the 'claiming of hellstorm harbour' story. Take care, and try not to kill each other before I get back, lol.

P.S. Still need each squad to come up with ideas for squad flags, incorporating a black flag with a red skeleton at a minimum, please!

[Brother Excedis]

Well mr Heathens I wish you luck with your trip and your story. Btw I do quite love how the former Argent came out.

 

Might even be able to bang out some short fics of my own in that space of time if you don't mind....though I cannot promise the quality of such things

 

Finally gents for the flag....someone from my squad start slewin out something...Cause I have nothing so far

[Azarias]

Absolutely fantastic. I particularly like how the holster, the grenades, and all the other little details and colors offset the damaged silver without distracting from it. I cannot wait to see how Barbaros turns out. Even if I have to wait a while to see it.

 

Have a lovely trip! Hopefully this thread will sustain itself. Just don't be surprised if there's a little blood here and there when you return.

[Yogi]

Wow. He looks ded ard. I really like the rough look he has. Like he's been fighting continuously for a long time. Mud on his boots is a great touch. Red Ex's are great. Beautiful.

 

 

Akan: You shall now be known as 'the Lost'.

 

Ixion: [unintelligible]

 

Akan: Why? Because 309 days wandering the lower decks is a long time friend. I thought you had crawled off and died somewhere.

 

Ixion: Civilized behavior is the height of cannibalism.

 

Akan: You're like a broken Vox, why do I even bother.

 

Ixion: I was looking for something.

 

Akan: What? Pray tell?

 

Ixion: Bacon.

[The Colossus]

Akan: You shall now be known as 'the Lost'.

 

Ixion: [unintelligible]

 

Akan: Why? Because 309 days wandering the lower decks is a long time friend. I thought you had crawled off and died somewhere.

 

Ixion: Civilized behavior is the height of cannibalism.

 

Akan: You're like a broken Vox, why do I even bother.

 

Ixion: I was looking for something.

 

Akan: What? Pray tell?

 

Ixion: Bacon.

 

Hahahahahahahahaaaaaa! Mmmmmmmm bacon.

 

@1000Heathens Ixion is amazing ;)

 

"Nightmare will try not to kill the other scum my lord. Although their insolence is suffocating, and should be punished accordingly."

[Machine God]

Wow. He looks ded ard. I really like the rough look he has. Like he's been fighting continuously for a long time. Mud on his boots is a great touch. Red Ex's are great. Beautiful.

 

I don't think its supposed to be mud, I think its supposed to be blood and guts!

[Zincite]

Lovely model, heathens. I didn't even realize that was guts until Scion o' Ferrus said.

Good luck on the trip. ;)

 

*Ponders how to kill off everyone else. Hey, Saa's got a pointy stick. That'd look cool sitting next to my bunk...*

 

EDIT: Brother Excedis, I do believe our Champion-boss-man appears to have some sorta idea in any case. We'll have to wait on the arrogant fool, it seems. :tu:

I know Noctus and I have talked during a game of Space Marine about how he's doing his flag, but he's still having computer troubles right now.

[Iron Father Ferrum]

"Perfect. The one man with the force of will to keep us from ripping each other apart is leaving. This won't end well at all." *Rook locks himself in his chambers, still fully armored, with a full bolter aimed at the door*

[Hyaenidae]

No, it's mud. (although I'm sure some blood and guts will get mixed in, lol) The rest of the army will be conducting a siege, and will be getting the same muddy treatment.

 

Thanks all, glad you guys like the mini! Well, off to the plane, y'all take care, and I'll talk to you later!

[fivepointedstar]

After you are fininshed with the last person. and the adventures of plunder await. Someone should take all the short stories written and make a B&C exclusive short story of Akan's Reavers. Because its a pleasure reading these characters.

[Saa]

Enjoy your trip 1000Heathens, can't wait to see what ideas you have for the rest of the warband as Ixion is looking pretty grand. Good job :)

 

*Ponders how to kill off everyone else. Hey, Saa's got a pointy stick. That'd look cool sitting next to my bunk...*

 

The only way my pointed stick will end up near your bunk is if you're impaled on it Zython....... I'm always happy to add further skins for the Dark Gods to bless.

 

Saa

 

.....or something like that

[The Colossus]

“The Captain leant on the nearby console, and pulled himself off the deck, shaking his head to dispel the bouts of crippling nausea washing across him. On unsteady feet he surveyed the horror of his ships bridge. His eyes roved over the bloodstained corpses of the rest of his crew, and he knew it was merely sheer luck that had allowed him to survive. His vision settled on the power sword, and then the severed arm, which even though separated from the creature (what else to call it, it certainly went beyond his frame of reference…) still had an unmistakeable pall of darkness surrounding it. The acrid tang in the air that had appeared when the creature vanished still permeated the air, contributing to the Captain’s fugue. His mind drifted back through the events of the past few days, trying to work out if his crew could have been saved.

 

A week ago, the merchant vessel had been docked at a waystation in a system near Terra, and had taken on its cargo and plotted a route through the Warp, on its way to rendezvous with an Imperial Fist fleet for resupply. After two days of travelling, the ship dropped suddenly out of Warp, the Navigators dead from the shock of the sudden translation. Barely had this occurred than the merchant vessel was boarded. Twice. The first was heralded by a massive Warp spike, leaving several of the ships Astropaths insensible. The second was a more traditional boarding, with torpedoes and ships punching into the hull. From these, streamed a mass of humans, mutants and other, less identifiable creatures, clashing with the Navy Ratings on board. As the battle ensued, a massive figure entered the battle. He was a towering Space Marine, arrayed in midnight Mark V plate, and darkness swirled around him. His bolter barked and with each shot a mutant fell, the mighty warrior turning to a vicious, serrated, foot-long knife when the fighting became too close for gun work. With the aid of the Marine, the battle turned in the crews favour, and the horde of mutants was driven off the ship, or slain.

 

After the battle, the ranking Navy soldier approached the Marine to offer his thanks. He got a bolt round through the head for his troubles. With that, a second battle began, with the Space Marine stalking the ship, slaying all he came across. Darkness seemed to surround him, unwilling to relinquish him, and fear and terror began grip the ship, and crew members began to kill each other, in an orgy of violence. Inevitably, the creature (for that is what they referred to it as now, as it appeared to be more warp-spawned than anything else) made its way to the bridge, where it slew the crew on duty. The Captain remembered the pain of being batted aside by the creatures armoured gauntlet. However, his salvation was at hand. A Techpriest was on board, and he now joined the fight, his Skitarii bodyguards fighting with determination, but even they were no match. The Techpriest had plunged in, as the last Skitarii fell, and swung his power sword at the creature. The carefully aimed killing stroke missed the creatures body, hitting instead its right arm, severing it. With a roar of pain, the creature dropped its knife and bolter, and staggered backwards. Its surprise at the wound did not last. With one smooth movement, it drew its bolt pistol, and emptied the clip into the Techpriest, killing the Servant of the Omnissah. The creature bellowed a single phrase “I AM NIGHMARE!”, before vanishing in a cloud of darkness. As the darkness cleared, there was no sign of the creature, save for its severed arm.

 

A klaxon sounded suddenly, shaking the Captain from his reverie. Before he could determine the cause, he collapsed. His last thoughts were cold and calculating, as he realised that a broken rib from the creatures blow had evidently pierced a lung. Death took him, and the ship drifted devoid of life.”

 

I got bored, so I thought I'd write a little more backstory for Nightmare. Heheheeeeee....

[MagicMan]

Just scrolled through 12 pages to find only one miniature by 1000heathens. Such a tease.

 

 

The guy you made does look schweeeet though bro.

[Olis]

Just scrolled through 12 pages to find only one miniature by 1000heathens. Such a tease.

 

For a model thread, that has to be some sort of record. ^_^

[Zincite]

The only way my pointed stick will end up near your bunk is if you're impaled on it Zython....... I'm always happy to add further skins for the Dark Gods to bless.

Your speech is surprisingly taunting for a man who does nothing but skin people and wave a large banner around enthusiastically.

 

Hm. Trade you. A three dozen Eldar warriors for a pointy stick.

[Saa]

The only way my pointed stick will end up near your bunk is if you're impaled on it Zython....... I'm always happy to add further skins for the Dark Gods to bless.

Your speech is surprisingly taunting for a man who does nothing but skin people and wave a large banner around enthusiastically.

 

Hm. Trade you. A three dozen Eldar warriors for a pointy stick.

 

(haha that made me lol)

 

Throw in a couple of Harlequins and we'll talk!!

 

Saa

 

.....or something like that

[Brother Excedis]

whoah whoah....where are you hiding these eldar? They are quite useful....especially if you have nay of those scorpion and banshee ones....

[Dark Apostle Thirst]

To this whole thread - ;)

[Zincite]

Throw in a couple of Harlequins and we'll talk!!

Aww. You have any idea how hard those guys are to catch? I can't promise they won't be slightly damaged when I get them, those Holofields are so darned disorientating.

 

whoah whoah....where are you hiding these eldar? They are quite useful....especially if you have nay of those scorpion and banshee ones....

Ah. I generally pick them up from Abby's personal Eldar store, floating round his over-sized Maelstrom. Craftworld Ulthwé he calls it, or something. Want anything, since I'm going anyway?

[Brother Ambroz]

Ah. I generally pick them up from Abby's personal Eldar store, floating round his over-sized Maelstrom. Craftworld Ulthwé he calls it, or something. Want anything, since I'm going anyway?

 

I'll take whatever weapons you can scavenge from them that still function. I'd like to see if they're better than mine. If you can you know where to find me..... (Serkan wanders off to skulk in some direlict portion of the ship until the next mission.)

 

Anybody's character not want to kill everyone else's? Or just not care? :P

[Brother Excedis]

Well those bickering nitwits are starting to get on my nerves... but they cause enough bloodshed to be ignored for now.

 

And yes I would love it if you could pick me up a couple of those scorpion and banshee ones exarchs if you wouldn't mind. They are great fun for practicing your swordwork....and their blood goes well with a roasted grox.

[Machine God]

Pick us an Avatar of Khaine, the study of vehicles being what it is.....