Legion Smack Talk Thread

[Jarl Kjaran Coldheart]

*seeing the amusement drain from the priest caused the Wolf to bark a laugh, some amusement creeping into his voice. His eyes remained chilled like the waters of Fenris though, hiding unknown dangers below their surface*

 

Words of loyalty and duty from one clad in red, will the wonders of the galaxy never cease?

 

Our duty to be scattered amongst the stars is another burden we shoulder due to our devotion to Russ and the All-Father. The All-Father. The being who gave us the arms and armor to spread humanity's grasp across the stars.  The being you betrayed because your body and soul contained the same pathetic need to supplicate before a higher power that Lorgar carried. You are an empty vessel, mindlessly being dragged in the wake of a larger craft.

 

Prospero was vindication. For years we watched the scions of Magnus plunge deeper into powers they couldnt control. The fools thought themselves master while their strings while pulled by their so called servants. It was a grim honor to cut the threads of Astartes so depraved, so fallen that they could no longer tell up from down. In Prospero's final hours they showed their true selves. That any escaped is a testament to their power unleashed, their flaws shown for all to see. That any were spared from the Custodes blade, Sister's sword or axe of the Rout shows that they were fell foes indeed. 

Any hunter can tell you priest, an animal is most dangerous when cornered in it's lair. When the Rout arrived to bring Magnus to justice, the animal was dangerous indeed. The natural gifts of an Astartes, with magiks most foul unleashed coupled with the Imperator Titan was when the hunt turned into furious battle, as even Astartes so craven can fight hard.  The fight was terrible, but that is what the Rout does. We fight the foes so terrible to defy reality, and we cut their threads.

 

To compare Tizca, where we announced our presence through the pawn of the Fell powers, to the ambush and failure of Calth only shows your ignorance. Tizca, where the shade of Magnus begged the Khan to make the right choice, or Calth which steeled the spine of Ultramar's sons for the coming war. 

 

If your words where any more twisted and bitter I'd named you for a spawn of Olympus, though even they would reject your dubious nature."

 

WLK

[carpediem]

There are shadows at the edge of the room, brother; fickle little silhouettes that do not dance with the swaying of the candles, or the posturing of the assembled company. Tilt your head, so, and all the hundred tiny scraps of light and darkness take on form...then slide apart within a breath, as if the feather weight of your gaze had torn them into pieces. Here and gone, here and gone here...and gone. Mutable they are, never twice the same: now soldiers, now warriors, now knights, now horned giants, now angels, now men, now not. Swords, and axes, and spears, and guns, and claws, and weapons even you could not name.

 

Shh...

 

Listen. 

 

That is not the wind. 

 

Traitors. 

 

Murdered us.

 

Forgot us.

 

Why?

 

Brothers we called you.

 

Why? 

 

Traitors, traitors, traitors all!

 

(I'm sorry, I couldn't resist; don't phospex the thread because I'm an idiot)

[Russ Brother 92]

*A clunking, wheezing mass of steel enters the great room, plasma burns arcing across the modified MkIII plate... glaring at the traitorous scum, nodding to the loyalist brethren and smashing fist upon armour clad breastplate in salute to fell warriors of the Xth, placing a battered breaching shield next to the great oak table and an ancient, hand engraved bolter on top...*

 

First turning to those clad in the black and steel of the Tenth

"My assembled Brothers, it is good to see you here, to hear that our strength is NOT diminished by our Father's death unlike certain cousins who stand with us this day... We know the true damage done on those blackened fields and we ALONE withstood the great waves of traitors, we smashed their ranks of soldiery, tearing open wounds in the battle-line which could have... *glaring at the child of nocturne* SHOULD have been exploited by our brothers in sombre Black and burning Green - we were the Anvil upon which our foes crashed and battered themselves, but no matter for here we are... In a room full of traitors and cowards..."
 

Turning next to Nocturne's Son

 

"So Brother you proclaim that you hold strength AND humanity in equal palms... Yet your love of humanity has blinded you to what MUST be done, we are Astartes, warriors born of blood and fire - surely you must know this, your father and liege-lord is a great warrior-smith but I fear his heart has been tempered by years of docility and emotional contact with those we keep safe from the fires of war... Learn to be the Fire Drake once more, regain that rigid, burning will that carried you through your darkest days." *Points to the Saturnine Ram on the warriors breastplate...*

 

Next are the twin faces of Lorgar Aurelian

 

"Bloodied cousins, neither of you ware welcome among this ensemble... Your father caused this mess and care naught for the outcome, he has found his 'True Path' and all it contains is madness, bloodshed and the cries of innocents upon the wind... That is all I will say to your kind, poetic as your words are."

 

Lastly it is to the few remaining, the Gallant son of Guilleman (sp?), Proud son of Dorn and spawn of the Arch-Traitor

 

Cousins, you three all speak the same lies - All for one and one for all you say behind broken masks of honesty and honour... "Ultramarine your father sought his own path, but that path was NOT true, he built a kingdom he dared not rule and yet allowed one of the few among his kin to take the crown - he is just as much traitor as those who used the mailed fist" "Fist, your pride blinds you to your true purpose - you are not designed to build, manufacture and hide - you were designed to be the exemplary Knights of your Lord!" "Lastly we come to YOU, your armour is the colour of your heart.. Green and sickly, the heart of a coward with the soul of a madman, I would gladly end you here and now if it was not for the accord we all agreed to..."

[Castiel]

*A clunking, wheezing mass of steel enters the great room, plasma burns arcing across the modified MkIII plate... glaring at the traitorous scum, nodding to the loyalist brethren and smashing fist upon armour clad breastplate in salute to fell warriors of the Xth, placing a battered breaching shield next to the great oak table and an ancient, hand engraved bolter on top...*

 

Turning next to Nocturne's Son

 

"So Brother you proclaim that you hold strength AND humanity in equal palms... Yet your love of humanity has blinded you to what MUST be done, we are Astartes, warriors born of blood and fire - surely you must know this, your father and liege-lord is a great warrior-smith but I fear his heart has been tempered by years of docility and emotional contact with those we keep safe from the fires of war... Learn to be the Fire Drake once more, regain that rigid, burning will that carried you through your darkest days." *Points to the Saturnine Ram on the warriors breastplate...*

The fires of my Legion have never faded, brother, but burn brighter than ever in face of this great betrayal. Many of you may look on the Salamanders and proclaim weakness because we do not cause the same levels of wanton destruction as our brother Legions. That is because we have the strength and wisdom to seek other to limit the damage we must cause. We are weapons, yes, but weapons of precision, applying the right amount of force to get the job done. Our former kin of the traitor Legions can expect no such mercy. You, son of the headstrong Tenth, claim that yours is the only Legion to survive Istvaan intact. Could that be because your Lord was to incensed to wait for his full force to arrive? What kind of fool launches himself into battle with fully four traitor Legions without the full might of his own army to back him up. Do not blame the XVIII and the XIX for your Lords demise, for both of our Lords counselled against it. The Salamanders have never lacked for will in battle, even after our inception we stormed the Tempest Galleries of the Caucasian Ethnarchy. Our Legion took 97% casualties and still was victorious, blodied but unbowed. Much as he may have aspired to the machine your Lord still was very human in his emotions. And the Great Drake still lives alive and well inside all Salamanders, Iron Hand. Pray you never have cause to find out.

 

The Word Bearer set the palms of his hands on the tabletop as he leaned forward to address the Wolf Lord, all mockery gone from his visage.

 

"My life is not my own, beast-man. I am sworn body and soul to Lord Aurelian. If he commands that I am to die on Calth, or Armatura, or screaming upon the altar of the Pantheon Undivided, that is his right.

 

Your Legion, of all present, should understand that. Or did you curse your throats dry and pluck your beards out in fury when Russ scattered you throughout the stars, tossing your packs into the jaws of death in the vain hope of quelling the Warmaster's uprising?"

 

He smiled again, a sardonic baring of teeth that mirrored the bitter mirth of the daemonmask etched into the helm that lay before him.

 

"And just like my poor, deluded elder brother there, you see everyone's failings except your own. You call Calth an embarrassment? What then shall we say of your efforts at Prospero?

 

Command of the void, weight of numbers, Valdor's Companions, the soulless abominations of the Silent Sisterhood, led by your Primarch, Magnus himself undermining the defense...all that, and you still managed nothing more than a bungler's farce.

 

Had we fallen upon, say, the Legions of the Lord of lron or the Hydra and driven them back into the arms of the Emperor, then perhaps then you would be justified in comparing our efforts to that comedy of errors you and your packmates staged at Tizca."

And had you not also sworn even greater oaths to obey the Emperor even above your Lord, traitorous scum? When your Legion discovered Lorgar's treachery you should have ended him, rather than allow him to drag you all down with him. Instead you all showed the same weakness of character that he did and walked his twisted and hateful path.

 

Your treachery on Calth is just the final proof that you are weak, you did not even have the stomach to face the Ultramarines openly, but had to go through cloak and dagger shenanigans to even have a hope of beating them and yet still you failed. That is all the Word Bearers shall become, a byword for failure. You failed on Monarchia, you failed when you sought to find new gods for yourselves, you failed at Calth and you shall fail in this war.

[Legatus]

 

Lastly it is to the few remaining, the Gallant son of Guilleman (sp?), Proud son of Dorn and spawn of the Arch-Traitor

 

Cousins, you three all speak the same lies - All for one and one for all you say behind broken masks of honesty and honour... "Ultramarine your father sought his own path, but that path was NOT true, he built a kingdom he dared not rule and yet allowed one of the few among his kin to take the crown - he is just as much traitor as those who used the mailed fist"

 

"I cannot profess to know my father's plan at this point in time, but I have seen his true ambitions on a hunded times a hundred worlds. If in a thousand years our Emperor's realm still stands, history will judge our fathers justly."

[Russ Brother 92]

 

Lastly it is to the few remaining, the Gallant son of Guilleman (sp?), Proud son of Dorn and spawn of the Arch-Traitor Cousins, you three all speak the same lies - All for one and one for all you say behind broken masks of honesty and honour... "Ultramarine your father sought his own path, but that path was NOT true, he built a kingdom he dared not rule and yet allowed one of the few among his kin to take the crown - he is just as much traitor as those who used the mailed fist"

"I cannot profess to know my father's plan at this point in time, but I have seen his true ambitions on a hunded times a hundred worlds. If in a thousand years our Emperor's realm still stands, history will judge our fathers justly."

"You speak the lies of a warrior gagged like a harlot, unable or unwilling to profess his true thoughts for fear of causing offence... Brother you know as well as I, the task of empire building is not for us, or our father's their role is be the rudder for our great warships, it is to exercise the vengeance and might of the Emperor not SHUN him... For that is what your father has done by building his own little empire, he has shunned our father's father, in a way it is ironic that it would be the Bearers of the Word who descended upon the 500 worlds, for your father had become so similar - he had become more power hungry and despotic than ever before - the once statesmanlike Lord of Ultramar had instead become the leader of an angry mob..."

 

"As for you, Son of Nocturne - I admit that I would not know your Father's thoughts on the matter but I do know he once had that burning fire in him too... We are brothers and I am grateful of that fact for it shall carry us to the doors of the Vengeful Spirit and together we shall raze any traitorous scum who dare stand in our path." *stretches arm out to Brother Castiel in a sign of respect and peace*

[Legatus]

"You lash out at my father's intention, and at my father's accomplishments, but you know nothing of either. It is ignorance and anger that makes you speak these accusations. Fate willing we will one day have weathered this storm, and you will look back at your words in regret."

[Russ Brother 92]

"You lash out at my father's intention, and at my father's accomplishments, but you know nothing of either. It is ignorance and anger that makes you speak these accusations. Fate willing we will one day have weathered this storm, and you will look back at your words in regret."

 

Looking at the cobalt armoured soldier with a sneer on his lips...

 

"Brother, you were once a herald of impending doom upon so many worlds. Your father the ever prevalent statesman wanted you to learn his creed, it was once a worthy creed; that of bringing voice to the destruction that faced those who would not kneel to the greater strength in unity with the fledgling Imperium...

 

I fought alongside your kin on many fields of war and I assure you they were the match of any of us stood here this day, but the reason was because they did not fear death, they fought with honour and courage truly, but they also fought with the will of the cornered and dying - in a skilled, brutally efficient manner bringing terrible wretched death upon any who would challenge them... They died with honour and steeled hearts.

 

These men WOULD NOT condone what your father did, for they fought NOT for the 500 worlds of Ultramar, but the millions of worlds yet to be freed from the grip of ignorance and tyranny!"

 

Hefting the shield he cracks his knuckles against the fore-plate, the sound a subtle threat to any who wish to face the wrath of the Xth Legion...

[Castiel]

*The Salamander stepped forwards, hands raised in a placating gesture*

 

"Peace, my brothers. We have enemies enough without turning on those few of us who still stand true to the Emperor, his Great Crusade and ideals. There are plenty among us more deserving of your ire." *He gestures to the marines is traitor colours*

[Daemon2027]

The smile returns to the Chieften

 

No please, continue, don't stop on our account.

[Excessus]

*He gestures to the marines is traitor colours*

*A marine in Salamander colours appears mysteriously beside his "brothers", helmeted and with scarred armour. Insignias and markings are hard to read...*

 

Yes, cousins, all we do, we do for the Emperor! If He decides to change his views and rules, who are we to argument against it? He has a plan, we must have trust in it.

[Wade Garrett]

"It seems most strange to me that one of the Eighteenth should speak of failed fathers. Tell me, Salamander...where is the Drake?

 

Ferrus lies dead on the sands of lsstvan. Corax makes war in the shadows. The Wolf King is on the Warmaster's track. Roboute, Jonson and the Angel spin futile dreams in Ultramar. The Khan and Dorn wait for us at Terra.

 

Yet mighty Vulkan is nowhere to be found. Did he hide himself from fear? Is he asleep, perhaps? Is that why your Legion incessantly whines his name each time you take to the field, trying to wake him?

 

Or perhaps it is your hypocrisy and your failings that drove him to abandon you.

 

You weary all of our ears with your claims to be builders and craftsmen, protectors, not warriors...you sicken me.

 

The sons of Guilliman have their shining kingdom, Dorn's knights have raised great edifices on a thousand worlds...and you?

 

For all your pretensions to some higher morality, you leave nothing but scorched earth and corpse-smoke in your wake.

 

You claim to be the most human of us, even as you remake your armor to resemble the monsters of your homeworld, even as you butcher innocents for the most paltry of sins.

 

Your oh-so-saintly Primarch killed an entire world merely because their ancestors once fought beside xenos. Where was your protection then, you mud grubbing little worms?

 

I would prefer the company of Russ's barbarians, Angron's mad horde, even Curze's pack of murderers to yours. They kill as you do, leaving nothing but the dead and dying behind them, but at least they never pretended to be other than what they are. At least they were never deluded enough to imagine such acts made them morally superior to the rest of us!"

[Castiel]

 

*He gestures to the marines is traitor colours*

*A marine in Salamander colours appears mysteriously beside his "brothers", helmeted and with scarred armour. Insignias and markings are hard to read...*

 

Yes, cousins, all we do, we do for the Emperor! If He decides to change his views and rules, who are we to argument against it? He has a plan, we must have trust in it.

 

"I do not recognise your markings, brother."

 

"It seems most strange to me that one of the Eighteenth should speak of failed fathers. Tell me, Salamander...where is the Drake?

 

Ferrus lies dead on the sands of lsstvan. Corax makes war in the shadows. The Wolf King is on the Warmaster's track. Roboute, Jonson and the Angel spin futile dreams in Ultramar. The Khan and Dorn wait for us at Terra.

 

Yet mighty Vulkan is nowhere to be found. Did he hide himself from fear? Is he asleep, perhaps? Is that why your Legion incessantly whines his name each time you take to the field, trying to wake him?

 

Or perhaps it is your hypocrisy and your failings that drove him to abandon you.

 

You weary all of our ears with your claims to be builders and craftsmen, protectors, not warriors...you sicken me.

 

The sons of Guilliman have their shining kingdom, Dorn's knights have raised great edifices on a thousand worlds...and you?

 

For all your pretensions to some higher morality, you leave nothing but scorched earth and corpse-smoke in your wake.

 

You claim to be the most human of us, even as you remake your armor to resemble the monsters of your homeworld, even as you butcher innocents for the most paltry of sins.

 

Your oh-so-saintly Primarch killed an entire world merely because their ancestors once fought beside xenos. Where was your protection then, you mud grubbing little worms?

 

I would prefer the company of Russ's barbarians, Angron's mad horde, even Curze's pack of murderers to yours. They kill as you do, leaving nothing but the dead and dying behind them, but at least they never pretended to be other than what they are. At least they never acted as if they had a license to condescend to the rest of us!"

"At least we know how to hold to the oaths that bind us, traitor. You claim to have faith, yet you flipflop between "deities" like a child in a candy store. You claim to seek religion and truth, but nothing is sacred to you. Not the oaths you swore, not the lives of your brothers, nothing. 

 

Nor do we condescend to anyone, but only defend ourselves against unjust allegations that we do not know how to make war, unlike your pathetic holier-than-thou preaching.You wish to call Vulkan a "failed" father, when you have that piece of genetic refuse Lorgar for a father? Vulkan lives, and there will come a day when your Legion will find that out to its cost. We are warriors enough to deal with the likes of you, preacher. Your Legion also claims not to be warriors, not mine. Your father has always thought of himself as some minister of some higher power. You want to cast doubt on our prowess as warriors? You who's crusade progressed the slowest across the galaxy? You who's Legion could not even fell a foe that knew nothing of your treachery and was strong enough to strike you down even as you sought to put a knife in their back?

 

We are more human, and part of being human is making mistakes. We do not pretend to be perfect, nor do we seek to hide our flaws. We know what we are and what we do. I see no sin or weakness in killing as few as is required to do what we must. Not that I would expect a treacherous dog like you to understand."

[Excessus]

 

 

*He gestures to the marines is traitor colours*

*A marine in Salamander colours appears mysteriously beside his "brothers", helmeted and with scarred armour. Insignias and markings are hard to read...*

 

Yes, cousins, all we do, we do for the Emperor! If He decides to change his views and rules, who are we to argument against it? He has a plan, we must have trust in it.

 

"I do not recognise your markings, brother."

 

They were burned away in the Istvaan massacre and there has not been any time to repair my armour, brother, or would you prefer me to prioritize the paint job instead of punishing heretics like a Legio III member?

 

Oh, and by the way legionary Wade, Vulkan lives! You do not have to worry yourself about our well-being, he is well...and at these exact coordinates...

 

*The legionary casually touches a device at his belt*

 

+++MESSAGE SENT+++

[captain Angel]

"Brothers," stated the new comer in the colors of royalty, "Mannus' death was tragic, but it was his own doing. Had he listened to the logic of our father, he would be standing by the side of the warmaster as he sat in the throne of the false emperor."

[Leif Bearclaw]

Nostrils flaring, the warrior in storm grey's lip pulls back in a sneer as he challenges the "Salamander".

 

Really serpent, you try to bring your tricks, lies and evasions to this gathering? Even the Sons of Angron were able to lay down their chainaxes for this gathering. Are you so enamoured of your scheming you are unable to present your true face for a single day? It seems, broken and degenerate as they are, the twelfth and the third can better control their passions than the scions of Alpharius.

[Excessus]

Nostrils flaring, the warrior in storm grey's lip pulls back in a sneer as he challenges the "Salamander".

 

Really serpent, you try to bring your tricks, lies and evasions to this gathering? Even the Sons of Angron were able to lay down their chainaxes for this gathering. Are you so enamoured of your scheming you are unable to present your true face for a single day? It seems, broken and degenerate as they are, the twelfth and the third can better control their passions than the scions of Alpharius.

*The recently arrived marine in Salamander colours gets into a defensive posture and slowly retreats into a shadow that seems deeper than it should be*

 

"The only difference between you and me, leashed dog, is the lengths we are prepared to go in the service of our master. Your commitment, while laudable, is still lacking. You chouldn't even finish off the Thousand Sons properly even when they bared their throat for your fangs."

[captain Angel]

" Control my passions?" Said the warrior in purple, with a hint of a laugh. "Do you refer to the piece of humanity and perfection I carry? My desire to better myself? While you all bicker about being better, you have no vision to attain it. To you, perfection is the best military strategy and quickest campaign. To me, I seek a nobler purpose. I strive to enlighten myself and the galaxy. You are happy to wallow in the blood of your foes."

[Castiel]

"While you are stuck looking in the mirror"

[captain Angel]

"We seem to be rather well off looking in that mirror, wearing the emperor's own symbol."

[Slips]

The Templar turns to the newly arrived IIIrd Legionnaire, placing his Black Sword Upon the Table. (Cpt. Angel, I don't know if you're a loyalist or traitor )

"Pah! Look at what your futile quest has brought you! Damnation. To have been honored above all others in the bearing of our Creators own Mark! Yours is the fall most Tragic."

Turning to the Alpha Legionnaire :

"Hide behind shadows all you want, but a Weapon swung true will find its mark no matter how obscured the Target. Even with all your convoluted and needlessly complex planning, I doubt you and yours would have had an easier time at dealing with the Cyclops and His Sons, viper."

Finally turning to address the Space Wolf :

"You seem to forget my station within my Legions First Company. We ARE Exemplary Knights of our Lord, for what else is a Templar. Complain all you want of our preferred methods of warfare, but were it not for our contribution to His Palace on Terra, I doubt yours would have fared any better."

(P.S Did we ever settle on what material the Table is made of? Small gripe I know but, iirc, it was Marble and now its oak? The OCD part of my brain needs consistency! )

[captain Angel]

(It's my table so it's a lot of things smashed together.)

 

"Make no mistake, my loyalty is with the warmaster, but my fall is an honour! I have been lifted to the light, and have managed not to fall into depravity like my kin! Besides, it is better to take the leap than be pushed!"

[Excessus]

Turning to the Alpha Legionnaire :

"Hide behind shadows all you want, but a Weapon swung true will find its mark no matter how obscured the Target. Even with all your convoluted and needlessly complex planning, I doubt you and yours would have had an easier time at dealing with the Cyclops and His Sons, viper."

*The "Salamander's" armour darkened into a bluish-green hue as the illusionary field surrounding him was altered. There were now inexplicably three Alpha Legionnaires instead of the expected one.*

And, "templar", how true would your blade strike if all it targeted was thin air?

A battle is not only won in the midst of the swirling melee and close firefights, but also before the battle even starts in careful preparation and intelligence gathering. Sure, we use sabotage and infiltration as part of our repertoire, as I'm sure you'll notice sooner or later, but that doesn't mean we are not apt swordsmen or marksmen. With us dealing with Magnus the red and his sons, they would most likely have been standing besides you in the defense of Terra!

...if that had been our will...

(ooc: by the way, did we decide on what time-frame this was going on in...or is it "the warp moves in mysterious ways?" )

[Slips]

(I'd go with timey-wimey warp shenanigans but not any further than say the scouring?)

[Iron Father Ferrum]

(Except I already made mention to the Son of Horus about the retreat to the Eye and Abaddon. . .what was the term I used. . . "dragging you kicking and screaming back into the real world."