nicolo Posted December 10, 2011 Share Posted December 10, 2011 I'm in, more motivation for me to keep working on building mini's. Spot reserved. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NemFX Posted December 11, 2011 Share Posted December 11, 2011 Psi's model form isn't done yet, but I got the fluff done, so here's the fluff for now, and I'll update with a picture later once he's dry. This is his scout to marine induction test. Initiate Psi paused at the mouth of the cave. He had spent days tracking the deathclaw across the wasteland, and now he had it cornered. Now, it was true that he only really needed to bring back a radscorpion tail to progress from scout to marine, but Psi had thought that too easy a challenge even after he had been told the only wargear he would have was a knife, and whatever he could find. Following the deathclaw had been easy enough, an eviscerated brahmin here, the odd clawed footprint there, in fact he was surprised that he hadn't been spotted yet. Psi quickly dodged to his left before he finished that thought. Sure enough it had been too easy. Deathclaws were one of the most dangerous creatures in the wastes, and it was foolish to underestimate them. The bloody claw marks that had been gouged into Psi's right shoulder would have gone clear through his neck had he not moved. Pain ripped through him as he backed away and readied his knife, the wound was deep but already healing. Thanks to years of training, both of his hands were skilled at combat, but the makeshift spear he had created had been in his right hand - the knife was a last resort; he had wanted to keep the deathclaw outranged, but that was no longer an option. The deathclaw swung again, Psi jumped back, but the claws tore a furrow through the makeshift armour he had fashioned from a radscorpion a few days earlier. It had been a small one, not worthy of being brought back as a prize, but it's meat had been delicious once roasted, and it's carapace had proven to be effective armour. Armour that was largely useless against a deathclaw. So was his knife. The speartip had been made of the radscorpion's stinger and a broom handle - the poison from the stinger would slow the deathclaw, but it was practically standing on top of it. Psi dropped into a low crouch and grabbed a handful of small rocks, he hoped this would work. The deathclaw swung and Psi threw the rocks at it's face, it immediately started batting at it's face with it's large forearms; it's taloned fingers would likely do more harm than good. Momentarily distracted, Psi had a chance. He dove for the spear and brought it up just as the deathclaw lunged.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sword brethren Posted December 11, 2011 Share Posted December 11, 2011 I'm in! a truescale vanguard vet is going to be my choice! and so the story... Tobias Zephon landed with an almighty howl followed by the thundering sound of decimated concrete. Filled with the fury of being bested in the air Sergeant Zephon removed his damaged jump pack and began to call in his squad. A slight murmur before silence and static. The traitors had been well equipped and their timing for an ambush was razor sharp, Zephon and his squad were taken out mid flight and Zephon had no choice but to ditch during the aerial combat. A horrific shriek rocketed overhead followed by another sound of wrecked concrete behind him. Zephon turned quickly knowing all too well what had joined him in the ruined city's central plaza. A gruff wheezing figure arose from the mist. Wearing midnight clad armour, an ancient jump pack and wielding deadly claws on both sets of limbs, the raptor champion slowly began to circle his prey. Zephon also began to circle keeping his storm shield in a defensive pose and his chain axe held in a position for a retaliatory strike. In one quick motion the traitor leapt at Zephon screaming his alliance to a false god and bringing his talons to bear, scoring horrendous scars in Zephon's Shield and leg armour. Having been taken by an insensible rage before, the Traitors moves were all too predictable to Zephon. Without a second passing the Raptor was pinned against a wall with the Storm Shield and the ferocious teeth of Zephon's Chain Axe were working at pulling the innards of the Traitor out through the weak armour in the abdomen. It worked, steaming blood, shards of bone and enhanced organs began falling over Zephon's legs and wrecked pavement below. Without even the slightest hint of pain or remorse the Chaos Champion toppled leaving Zephon the victor. Zephon fought off the urge, he could not fall again, there was so much blood and so much built up excitement. Shaking the rage from his head, Zephon clipped on the Traitorous Marine's jump pack and screamed into the aerial battle once more. The bloodlust was coming and Zephon could not afford to hold it in again lest he go insane. He felt peace in knowing he was not alone, his fellow Flesh Tearers felt the same rage... excuse any spelling errors or mistakes, writing was never my strong point. Pictures not the best picture at the end... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the sanguinor Posted December 12, 2011 Share Posted December 12, 2011 well i have just started a dark angels army so im def in! good motivation to convert my veteran sergeant for my veterans squad. model and story as soon as i can come up with some awesomeness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reyner Posted December 12, 2011 Share Posted December 12, 2011 I'm in. Watch this space. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the sanguinor Posted December 13, 2011 Share Posted December 13, 2011 sorry for the grainy pic its from my phone.. wip dark angels vet sarge. got a good idea for a story too <_< Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
the sanguinor Posted December 13, 2011 Share Posted December 13, 2011 The ancient doors to the basilica exploded into a thousand shards as if hit by battlecannon shell and a moment later a hulking armoured figure stepped through the gaping wound in the building. Ander Alevi scrambled backwards across the marble floor and tried to look at the intruder but the streaming light and dust meant he could only make out the shattered remains of the archway he had anointed carefully and lovingly every single day of his 40 year tenure as imperial priest in this sector. Now as he squinted up at the dark giant looming over him he felt anger overcoming fear ' you wish to destroy he who has brought enlightenment to this planet dont you! he told us you were coming and so we have sent him away. away from this world and away from your zealous clutches ' . A hand shot out and clasped the priests throat. 'foolish idiot!' boomed the intruder and he pulled the hapless priest up as to see eye to eye with him. the dust had somewhat settled and Anders was finally able to see his attacker clearly.. he was a huge man armoured in dark green plate, in one hand was the weapon used to gain entrance to the basilica,a giant hammer crackling with energy, and strapped to the arm currently holding him aloft was an ornate shield with a large winged sword motiff upon its front. 'd-d-dark angel?' stammered the priest. 'And how do you know of us?' the Dark angel replied. 'He..he told us.. he told us everything. He told us that you would try to destroy him,the Emperors chosen' Anders felt the pain as he hit the floor, the impact jarring his bones,the Dark angel turned away and spoke seemingly to himself 'Brother captain Malphas, this is sergeant Saphon. The fallen has fled the planet with the aid of the local populace..if the ravenwing are quick we may still catch up to him... and captain..the fallen has spoken of the secret'. Sergeant Saphon was quiet for a moment listening to something Anders could not hear and then the dark angel spoke again but with more urgency 'squad Saphon rendevous at the landing craft immediatley. Brother Raphael be prepared for take off, orbital bombardment in t-minus 5 minutes ' The realisation was like a crushing weight on Anders.. the man in black had not been sent by the Emperor..but much darker forces. Saphon turned and began walking back through the ruined doorway when he heard the priest sobbing 'please you must believe us.. we did not know..' Saphon turned back to look the man in the eye 'then may the Emperor forgive you....for the Dark angels cannot'. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
roninmodern Posted December 13, 2011 Share Posted December 13, 2011 I'll see what I can whip up :lol: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Molloch Posted December 13, 2011 Share Posted December 13, 2011 Challenge accepted! (watch this space...) Brother-Sergeant Epheus of the Minotaurs will soon make his fictional, and indeed miniature, debut... A barrage of shells exploded around the gold-armoured Astartes labouring in the breach. In the very teeth of the Astral Claws guns stood a thin line of Minotaurs; Terminator-armoured veterans stood locked in bloody and unyielding combat with the Secessionist foe while supporting Devastators unleashed savage firepower against the silver-clad Space Marine defenders. Sergeant Epheus, his sallow face locked in a grim snarl, directed his squad’s fire anew, each Minotaur under his command unleashing his heavy weapon at precise targets. Epheus’s helmet, and indeed his left eye, had long been lost to an Astral Claw’s combat blade yet his combat efficiency was unaffected. The MkVIII armour that clasped his transhuman form yet resisted the enemy fire and the great chainblade that he bore chugged as it cycled gobs of Astartes flesh from its mechanism. World-burner, city-slayer, life-taker - he had slain nearly a hundred Astartes this day and he did not think it too many. None, save the blade-wielder that had taken his eye, had yet proved a true match for his skills. As another assault began ahead, his countenance creased in a smile. Perhaps there yet stood one to test him amongst the Astral Claws. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MMEagle Posted December 13, 2011 Share Posted December 13, 2011 RESERVED! This will be the place where I kick off my massive storyline which has everything to do with all my armies. The Dhekresen Heresey! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terminatorinhell Posted December 15, 2011 Share Posted December 15, 2011 Im in! Just got back from Uni for winter break, waiting on my FW stuff to arrive :P Watch my spot.... “Brothers, we must stand against this heresy!!” Sergeant Hakmid bellowed as the incoming tide of chaos marines and cultists swarmed over the hills and into the path of squad Hakmid. There were hundreds of foul traitors and they began firing wildly. The squad returned fire with their bolters, brother Xiphes taking careful aim with his plasma gun liquefying any unfortunate chaos marine to cross his path. Their fire was disciplined, timed perfectly so it seemed that neither of the marines ever reloaded. Suddenly a dark force was felt in the air, Brother Arphamid watched the sky turn blood red. From the ranks of the chaos traitors a tall figure strode into his line of sight, he was accompanied by 10 chosen marines and he gestured grandly. “Fools, you do not comprehend the true power that I hold, you cannot stop me from slaughtering this planet and ascending to my daemonhood. I am Ahmit the Butcher and I have come for your souls!” Brother Xiphes was the first to die, he took a full clip from one of the chosen as he fired defiantly, taking one out before falling to his knees, his torso ripped to shreds. Brothers Hamid, Epharim and Maluk charged into the squad of chosen fighting fiercely with their combat blades Epharim logded his blade into the throat of one of the chosen but the traitor cackled and snapped the blade and ripped Epharim’s head cleanly off his shoulders. The Butcher strode into squad Hakmid and slew the rest of the marines, covered by cruel volleys of his demonic chosen. Only Hakmid and Arphamid remained, Hakmid roared defiantly as he charged into the Butcher’s escort, his power fist making short work of several chosen. Suddenly he was stopped dead in his tracks, The Butcher had come from his blind spot and skewered him on his blade. Hakmid turned to face his murderer, gripping the blade to try and remove it but The Butchers blade was heavily serrated and it only made his wounds worse. Hakmid spat his blood into the Butchers face “You will never take this plan-“ he was silenced as the Butcher tore his head off and placed it onto a hook on his belt. Arphamid was in a fury he charged into the squad with his combat blade and he managed to kill two more chosen before his left arm was sheared off by bolter fine, he took another volley to the chest and tumbled over. His armor read that he was critically injured, he drew his bolt pistol and aimed it at Ahmit but his right wrist was pinned down by his heavy boot. The Butcher leaned forward and removed his helmet revealing a horrific face that had been stripped of its skin so that only his skull remained, he whispered: “You, I will leave you alive to shame your chapter, to tell them that we are coming.” Arphamid blacked out as the Butcher bellowed his foul laughter. The next time Arphamid woke up he was surrounded by marines in black and red armor, and an Apothecary was leaning over him. His left arm had been replaced with a bionic and his chest was heavily bandaged. “I am Chief Apothecary Pallas of the Crimson Guardians, we have come to assist your chapter in the defense of this world.” Arphamid sat up, his armor was being repaired by a pair of servitors. “Your has nearly been exterminated by the foul hordes of the Butcher so we are taking you into our ranks to keep your chapter legacy alive.” Pallas said. Arphamid roared in anguish, his brothers of nearly two decades had all died, no doubt in glory and yet they were not enough to stop the Butcher’s rampage. “You will have your revenge, I promise it.” Pallas said as Arphamid took his armor and saw the new brothers he had to join. He shook his head angrily “I will kill him with my own hands, it is the only way I can restore my honor to the chapter.” Six months later: The siege on Planet Harrakas by the Crimson Guardians was in full force, nearly five hundred marines and thousands of Imperial Guard regiments had been sent to attack this bastion of the Butcher. Squad Rahim, with its newest member Arphamid led the charge into his strong hold. It was glorious, the Crimson Guardians battered their way through cultists and chaos marines alike, with Imperial Guard artillery shattering through the heavy walls of the fortress. Finally they reached their goal, The Butcher stood beckoning at them to attack. Arphamid stepped forward and raised his chainsword in a challenge. He charged and locked blades with the Butcher. He kicked out with his leg and caught the Butchers knee joint, shattering it. As the Chosen around the butcher were slaughtered by the bolters of Squad Rahim, Arphamid battered the Butcher to the ground with furious strikes of his chainsword, the Butcher swiped at him with his claw but Arphamid narrowly escaped before he drew his combat knife and pinned the Butchers wrist into the wall. He drew back and thrust his chainsword into Ahmits chest, gore spattering him as he drove deeper. “Who are you?” Ahmit rasped. Arphamid drew closer and removed his helmet, “ I am the one you didn’t kill, and now I have come to restore the honor of my fallen chapter.” Ahmit’s eyes widened as he saw the teal shoulderpad of the chapter he had believed he had completely destroyed. Arphamid grabbed Ahmit’s skull and tore it away in a shower of blood. He threw it to the ground, and looked into Ahmits dead eyes. He brought his boot up and shattered the head into a puddle of gore. He did it, he had finally brought honor to his dead brothers, his new brother also roared in victory as the last of the Chaos defenders were wiped out. The Emperor smiled upon him today. http://i44.tinypic.com/x3x2jd.jpg http://i44.tinypic.com/n36zkg.jpg http://i41.tinypic.com/240ypgk.jpg http://i42.tinypic.com/o5e0pd.jpg http://i44.tinypic.com/23i6vtg.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
matchbox Posted December 16, 2011 Share Posted December 16, 2011 ok here goes. Sergeant Vorstahn, of the Enchanters chapter, rose to glory during M38, in the battle for Maganda Tertius. The hive world had been completely overrun by genestealers, and Vorstahn’s Company had been sent in to clean up. The battle raged for almost three years before the Enchanters 3rd company finally placed the decisive blow towards victory. The Captain Gillean had arranged for the 2nd through 6th assault Squads, with support of 1st and 3rd Devastator squads to move down into the bowels of the Brood nest, to put an end to the infestation. Vorstahn himself led the charge into the heart of the brood nest, seeking out the Patriarch and personally landing the killing blow, quelling the Infestation once and for all. Armed with a matching pair of Power Maul’s adorned with a pair of Golden Skulls on the tips, Vorstahn earned his terminator honors and was elevated to the rank of Captain after the unfortunate demise of his Captain and close friend Ernhard Gillean. Colour Scheme: http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/sm/bpe=...spacemarine.jpg http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/1018/img0329lq.th.jpg http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/9969/img0324co.th.jpg http://img840.imageshack.us/img840/770/img0327r.th.jpg http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/4850/img0325sv.th.jpg http://img706.imageshack.us/img706/1517/img0328nu.th.jpg I didn't get time to paint him up however i'll have it done in the next few weeks or so for whoever is interested XD Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dosjetka Posted December 16, 2011 Share Posted December 16, 2011 Things are looking good people :ph34r: I must say, I love your Flesh Tearer sword brethren :unsure: Looking forward to seeing the rest of the submissions! Ludovic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
maverike_prime Posted December 21, 2011 Author Share Posted December 21, 2011 just a reminder, everyone has until January 1st, noon EST to submit their entries. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GooseDaMoose Posted December 22, 2011 Share Posted December 22, 2011 And my entry is up, good luck to everyone joining! :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Honda Posted December 22, 2011 Share Posted December 22, 2011 Introducing Vet. Sgt. Leevi Hesse, Imperial Fists, Siege of Terra The red dust was everywhere. It covered his boots, and armored gloves. He could see it slowly trickle out of the joints in his armor, like tiny waterfalls. The artificers were puzzled, but silently accepted his adamant and repeated requests to clean his armor, despite the fact that he had not engaged in combat since the mission on Mars. Even now, the recently returned battle armor was beginning to stain with faint streaks of red. He could see grains of the Martian sand swept into the corners of every room. How it appeared to be everywhere Hesse went was something that he tried to ignore, but which sat at the back of his consciousness like a small child toying with a loose thread at the edge of a garment. +++ Hesse slowly picked himself up from the barrage blast that had thrown him against the bunker wall like a child’s plaything, several meters from where he had been standing. While recovering his wits, he checked ammunition status, scanned his immediate surroundings and noted the position of his squad, then dropped into the command vox network to get an update. Apparently, the traitor forces had begun to move towards the Great wall. It did not matter, Fists do not fail. He did not care who or what marshaled outside of the Palace. His Primarch had assured them, the Imperial Fists would not yield to the heretics, that their defense of the Emperor would prevail, and that Horus was doomed to failure. It was that simple. Dorn never overstated a situation. He never wasted words. In fact, it seemed he merely stated the truth in advance. Fists…do…not…fail. An Alert icon flashed on his visor display, indicating an imminent attack. Hesse smiled. Fists do not fail. +++ Hollywood shot http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/hkowabunga/Custodes/DSCN9340.jpg http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/hkowabunga/Custodes/DSCN9342.jpg http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/hkowabunga/Custodes/DSCN9338.jpg http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/hkowabunga/Custodes/DSCN9337.jpg http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d187/hkowabunga/Custodes/DSCN9335.jpg This was a lot of fun and a welcome diversion and future build for my current project. Many thanx to Doghouse for his tutorial and it provided lots of inspiration and help. I've never done a true scale fig before, but I think I'll be able to do 9 more of these guys when it comes time to move the timeline of my Custodes from Prospero to Terra. ...and MP, thanx for the opportunity. Cheers, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dark Sensei Posted December 23, 2011 Share Posted December 23, 2011 And there you are, hiding from my gentle care ? Do you know how we came to this? Ant we all the obedient subjects of the holy throne ? Yes, there you are !But you are hurt, see your arm ! Did I do this? Me, really ?What a pity, coming to such violence, humanity facing itself in the same imperium. “Blasphemer” ? So you call me a blasphemer… What a shame, for we are both believers, united in faith, brothers in arms though in opposed camps for you ARE THE BLASPHEMER, BY LUPERCAL ! How dare you close your eyes while facing the truth ? Look at me ! Come on, look at me and tell me you don’t recognise the emperor’s angel that came to save you, to deliver you from pain, from doubt and fear. "Lord Chodonosia…” Of course you ignore fear, I have heard that before in my long life. Of course you are an inquisitor and you shall not fail from corpse emperor’s grace, bla bla... Oh please stop this, old ennemy and let me call someone to tend your wounds. I wish you no harm, you know ? Of course your men died and one of mine died too, the old Malnor. Yes, old Malnor died from a melta shot. I hated Malnor, I hated him far more than I ever hated you inquisitor. Far more. For hate is our everyday’s friend, I don’t teach you this, woman of the ordos, neither I teach you pain though you could be surprised. “Mylord…” You know, I do not come from Luna but from a small planet called Nero. A place where Gods were prayed faithfully. I remember the Legion’s landing on Nero… It still bore the Sons of Horus livree, color I kept on some of my sacred armour’s parts… This was my Legion’s colour, Lupercal’s time…Hmmm ? “Mylord, Malnor the Exalted order us to move up to segment 7-8” The black legionnaire kept waiting at his champion. Lord Chodonosia was starring at the dying woman’s form, this pitiful servant of the false emperor. The champion standing straight, combi-bolter in hand, chainsword in the other held loose as he stayed motionless. He was most probably praying the Gods, searching a pious way do dispose of this enemy in front of him, this wretched and miserable thing called an inquisitor. Then slowly, Lord Chodonosia turned to Legionnaire Tarsanis. There was a moment of silence, of suspended time. Then, Lord Chodonosia spoke. First, his voice seemed distant but it grew in strength as word came. “Malnor orders… Are those your words, frater ?” “No my lord, these are Lord Malnor’s own words my lord, his very own words” “Fine… Gods are waiting, we’re on the move.” “Yes my lord, segment 7-8 ?” “No, locate Malnor’s position !” In a sudden and swift move, Abon Chodonosia, aspiring champion of the Black Legion raised his antique combi-bolter and vaporised the miserable shape at his feet. After a satisfying check of the auxiliary melta’s power level he turned to his brothers and the whole squad began their movement toward Malno’r supposed position. “Time to ascend, Malnor… I’m coming” http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r226/Dark-Sensei/IMG_4242.jpg http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r226/Dark-Sensei/IMG_4241.jpg http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r226/Dark-Sensei/IMG_4239.jpg http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r226/Dark-Sensei/IMG_4238.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terminatorinhell Posted December 23, 2011 Share Posted December 23, 2011 my forgeworld order hasn't come in yet, I might be cutting it close :( Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zxyogi Posted December 31, 2011 Share Posted December 31, 2011 My entry added......on my first post.....on the first page.....! :) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abraxus Posted December 31, 2011 Share Posted December 31, 2011 veteran Brother Baraqiel, currently of the Blood Ravens, Seconded to the Deathwatch (Palladin Counts-as) The Dark Elder were now flooding out the outpost on foot and jetbike. Brother Skorven's Melta charges had made a mockery of the 3 Meter thick Cermite door and he as now racing towards where Baraqiel and the rest of the squad lay in wait, his mechadendrites propeling him forward faster then even a normal astartes could run. The covering fire from Revered Brothers Masnoq and Heffoy swatting the pursuers out of the air before they could close in on their retreating comrade. "Brothers Vaul, Gymal'r, stand ready." Baraqiel instructed, mentally ticking off the distance until the swarm of aliens would be within ideal firing range of the heavy bolters his two brothers were weilding. Their only response was a soft 'click' as the actions were made ready. Baraqiel activated his force weapon, a heavy fist with a Katar built-in, made by a man who may or may not have ever even existed in this universe. "Now". Brothers Vaul and Gymal'r stepped out from their cover, their weapons barking sharply as the large caliber, mass-reactive shells streaked towards their targets. More Xeno were blown apart by the increased weight of fire. Peering through his "psychic eyes" Baraqiel swiftly scouted out the outpost. The only only presences within were now the Leader and his personal bodyguard. Baraqiel switched his vox frequencies. "Objective Alpha complete, begining our pull-out. Begin objective Beta". Switching bck to his teams vox frequency he said "Mission complete, begin pulling back to the dust-off site now". As his team began a fighting withdrawn, Baraqiel felt a slight twing in the warp; Brother D'Poala and his team had teleported into the inner sanctum. "Take him alive" Baraqiel mentally whispered, "We need answers". Right http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx27/Glenstrom/DeathwatchTruescale/Right.jpg Left http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx27/Glenstrom/DeathwatchTruescale/Left.jpg Front http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx27/Glenstrom/DeathwatchTruescale/Front.jpg Rear http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx27/Glenstrom/DeathwatchTruescale/Back.jpg 3-D http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx27/Glenstrom/DeathwatchTruescale/Action.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Honda Posted December 31, 2011 Share Posted December 31, 2011 I know we're not supposed to comment here...but I feel compelled to say that I would not want to judge this competition. There are waaaaay too many brilliant entries. Best of luck to everyone! Cheers, Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grotsmasha Posted December 31, 2011 Share Posted December 31, 2011 Congratulations to everyone who's managed to get their "Sergeants and Stories" entry in, and as Honda said, I don't envy your decision between these excellent entries Mav !! Cheers and good luck to everyone, Jono Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
maverike_prime Posted January 1, 2012 Author Share Posted January 1, 2012 Come on all, any last minute entries? There's still about 14 hours left before the deadline... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
skoll Posted January 1, 2012 Share Posted January 1, 2012 In life Skoll had been mighty of arm and a warrior of renown, even now tales of the young man can be heard in the long halls of fenris. But in his ascension to an Astartes he became all but a god. Beginning when he was but an aspirant, the man returned to the fang in record time ,on his shoulders he carried the bodies of two ice trolls ,"presents for that bastard of a wolf priest Ulrik". As a blood claw his first mission , was intended to be the quelling of what was supposed a local rebellion, but turned out to be one of the worst Khornate cult uprisings in recorded history. During this he faced a champion of the blood god in single combat to protect a wounded pack mate with only the barrel of a las cannon (ripped from enemy land raider) as a weapon, he emerged victorious albeit a little shocked at how weak the traitor marines were. During his years as a grey hunter his pack was wiped out by a Demon prince of Khorne, leaving him a lone wolf with a grudge. He begged the iron priest to forge him a mighty weapon, one before which even demons would cower in fear. Tough the request was highly unconventional his wolf lord's support won the day and the forging commenced. The result of a hundred days of forging was a weapon unlike any other, the blade itself was larger than an Astartes was tall and wider than a normal man's girth. On it were markings of power devised by none other than the storm caller himself. The iron priests feared the weapon was useless as even an astartes would have trouble bearing its weight , let alone effectively use it in combat. Skoll simply hefted the weapon on his shoulder and said "now here is a weapon.I'll make sure to make you proud of forging it" and walked away, little did Skoll know his chance to make due on his statement would come sooner than expected. Mere weeks after the forging was completed , his great company received a call for aid, a planet under Space Wolf protection was under attack by traitor marines, a whole battle barge filled with world eaters had made contact above orbit and the local planetary defense force had all but been overrun.By the time the Space Wolves arrived on the scene only the capital city remained in the Imperium's hands. The Wolves quickly mounted what was meant to be a last stand while the few remaining civilians could evacuate. here lies an excerpt from the battle from Skoll's point of view -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The battle no longer raged in the air, the enemy air crafts had been annihilated by the company's long fangs and wouldn't be returning any time soon. Skoll sniffed the air, the smell of taint , hadn't disappeared in fact it was actually getting stronger. All of a sudden a cry from beyond the defense line stopped his thoughts. "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!" and on came the sea of red. The guardsmen manning the heavy stubber positions broke, cowards the lot of them, only one amongst them worth a dam was the commissar, who had already shot three deserters, and now manned the heavy stubber himself as none had stood to take the crews place.Skoll leaped from the battlement he stood on and into the fray. As he landed the first enemy came towards him , a khorne beserker wielding two chain axes. With a lazy swing Skoll cleaved him in two. "Come traitor scum and taste fear, for tonight the only blood your god shall have is your own" bellowed Skoll. And Come they did , first one then two, then three and four , all dispatched with equal ease by Skoll in but a single swing. His fifth opponent provided more of a challenge , a champion of the blood god by the look of his more ornate armor. The traitor bore a two handed chainsword almost a match to skoll's sword in size, so Skoll thought only fitting to meet the swing head on. The titanical blades clashed once with a thunderous roar, the chainsword's teeth whirring against Skoll's blade, both men pulled their swords back and swung, the sword collided again and again. The trill of battle was exilerating for Skoll, so long since he had met an opponent who could keep up with him, but all too soon the joy was gone, a missed swing by the champion and Skoll took his right arm. "And I thought you'd be a worthy opponent.." sighed Skoll, the champion had time for a single grunt before Skoll brought down his sword a second time cleaving him in half. The battle was going similarly all around him, only around thirty berserkers remained from the original onslaught. Yet something was wrong, the smell of taint was doing nothing but intensifying. Then Skoll saw him, the same scarlet armor, the same ornate head dress and the pulsing demon maul, the man who had slain his brothers in arms. He walked trough the space wolves as if bored , with great sweeps of his mace swatting his brothers aside as if they were nothing but flies. His brothers return attacks barely scratching at the accursed armour the daemon prince wore. The howl that escaped Skolls lips was terrifying to all within earshot , one that chilled a mortal man's soul, even fellow space wolves seemed disturbed. "Vlad Tepes , blood prince . You have heard my cry, now behold me for I am your doom"screamed Skoll. A flicker of annoyance crossed the demon prince's face as he turned to meet the new threat. Skoll's charged him at full speed and brought all his strength to bear on the demon prince on a downward swipe . The daemon prince seemed as if he was about to block, but at the last moment leaped backwards , Skoll's sword struck the ground which such force that it didn't so much split as explode. Something changed in the demon prince's expression and it was now he who came at Skoll. To block the demon maul was tantamount to suicide so all Skoll could do was parry it or dodge. Which much to Skoll's rage the demon prince used to taunt him. "What now pup, I thought I'd met my doom, yet you do nothing but dodge" laughed the daemon prince. Skoll knew the prince was more powerful than him, but that would not stop him from having his revenge. He'd need to bide his time to strike. For now he'd have to defend . The battle seemed to have stopped as all payed witness to the combat, as Skoll grasped the daemon prince's attack pattern he chanced a few return strikes , in between the blows. The first few fell on armor,on which they left deep gauges but the last one bit flesh leaving a small cut over the daemon prince's right eye. The prince roared in fury. "What's the matter daemon , forgotten what your own blood looks like? It was about time somebody reminded you" taunted skoll. The prince redoubled his efforts , but his rage would turn to be his undoing. While before he had at least varied the patterns in his strikes now he swung in the same way over and over, and whilst at increased speed ,and Skoll had no doubt force, all it would take would be one strike. And then came the chance on a particularly wide swing Skoll stepped inside the swing and brought up his blade, striking the wrist of the daemon prince. The combined momentum of the daemon prince's swing and his own attack severed the hand and sent the mace flying. The prince's eye widened in realization of what came next. Skoll brought the blade across the daemon prince's neck now severing it and killing the beast in the process. The chaos forces feel to their knees as if in great shock and were slaughtered were they stood. For his actions that day Skoll was inducted into his lord's wolf guard and now he inspires the young recruits he leads to deeds of great heroism. I am not the best photographer clearly back http://imageshack.us/f/713/img4464y.jpg 3/4 view Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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