The Orion Crusade- Forgotten and forsaken

[Arthanor]

You sir, have heavily armed templars! Chaplain with black sword and crozius, (recently elevated) initiate with power weapon and bolt pistol and... terminator with twin lightning claws and cyclone launcher :D That's quite a lot, but they are in the wreckage of the Reclusiam so I guess it's not that much of a stretch.

 

Sounds good. I'll come back for more! :D

[ScottishSmurf96]

Another update. Hope you guys like it! :)

 

The Skitarii were at first on the back foot, surprised by the black clad marines change in temperament. Soon enough they began to adapt to the violent style and not too long after they claimed one for their own. Lewis roared in pain as his left arm was torn from its socket, despite such a grievous wound he continued to hack at the offending machine in an adrenaline fuelled rage and it was reduced to slag and bloody ribbons. With his energy spent he crumpled to the floor like a marionette with its strings cut.

Giaus roared in anger and charged towards the approaching Warsmith as the last mech warrior pinned Farendir to the floor.

 

Jericho broke into a run and fired his wrist mounted bolter; the explosive shells plunged into Giaus’ cyclone launcher. Detonating inside and hurling him to the ground. He capitalised on his advantage by bringing his axe down in a brutal blow that was made with the intention to kill. Giaus recovered much quicker than Jericho had anticipated, he rolled aside and avoided the axe which became lodged in the ground before he kicked the feet from under him. Jericho crashed to the ground and was instantly dived on by the Templar; Giaus was stabbing in fury making several deep wounds. Jericho laughed as two hidden servo arms slowly extended from his back. The first struck Giaus in the chest viper quick, knocking him back, before the second servo arm which ended in an incinerator set him ablaze. Farendir could here his brother’s scream. It unlocked an emotion he never felt. Desperation. The Skitarii pinning him leaked oil like blood onto his death mask as he writhed in its grip. He head butted the machine once then twice and on the third time its head snapped right back severing the connection that went from its brain to its CPU. Ferandir scrambled to his feet and charged at the Warsmith. Jericho turned to meet him.

[ScottishSmurf96]

Farendir let loose at the Warsmith with a cry of rage, his crozious sweeping down and crushing the incinerator whilst he simultaneously sliced for his face with the black sword which was deflected easily. Every blow. Every well placed, well measured or savage blow was reversed by a millennia of skill and experience but Farendir never relented once, he continued to vent his emotions at the man who struck the ‘Ásgierr’ out of the void. Farendir directed another hammer blow towards the Iron Warrior who moved with an unprecedented swiftness that his stature would not have suggested possible, he stepped inside Farendir’s guard bringing his war axe thundering into the Chaplains chest before cracking the death mask with a head but. ‘You are the willing dog of a lie! Your faith misplaced, misjudged! You know nothing about true Gods’. Join me ‘Brother’ I can show you the truth of this Universe!’

 

Farendir slowly rose to his feet, his body shaking with anger. He stepped forward as blood poured out of the deep wound, his Larraman cells were no use due to the size of the rent. As he walked he breathed heavily. Every word appeared to be a struggle. ‘Enough heathen. You lie! The Emperor is the true God…’

‘You are narrow minded, you worship a corpse’ Jericho spat on the ground with contempt.

‘The Emperor is hope. A shining light in a growing darkness!’ Farendir knocked the axe from the Warsmith’s grip. ‘He is fury! And his followers rage knows no bounds!’ He kicked Jericho to the ground. ‘NO PITY’ he brought his crozious down on his head. ‘NO REMORSE. Another brutal blow hit Jericho. ‘NO FEA…’ Before the final blow could connect a grotesque, grey and scarred hand appeared through Farendir’s chest. Holding the Chaplains primary heart.

 

Farendir crashed to his knees, both weapons fell from his nerveless fingers. The Warsmith, now on his feet, picked up the black sword and pulled of the Chaplains mask, underneath was a pale face with a heavy brow and striking blue eyes which seemed to emit his defiance. ‘Listen to me DOG! Your Imperiums days are numbered IT WILL FALL! And Chaos? Chaos is eternal! Send my regards to your Emperor; you will be joining him in death.’ Jericho beheaded Farendir in a single stroke, the golden light from the setting sun reflected off the blade. The Warsmith walked away, the creature followed, his urge for battle appeased. For now.

 

C&C allways welcome!!!

 

Tom

[Grey Knight Purifier]

Your fluff is very engaging my friend. I quite enjoyed the last mighty struggle of your Chaplain. I hope that the Templar's are able to recover the Black Sword from the Iron Warriors.