Legion Smack Talk Thread

[Castiel]

Really. A coward. Then what fool is this emperor you so love for making a coward the leader of the whole of the Imperiums might. Face it lizard, Horus is more then just a Primarch, he is the true Emperor, and he will tear the false one off his golden throne and give him to Logars pet gods to feast on. Horus is no coward, he is your rightful Lord, and I will happily make you kneel before him.

"The Emperor is human, and like all humans makes mistakes. Chief among them ever creating your Primarch and legion. Horus the True Emperor? I spit on the notion. You and yours will never triumph. Make me kneel before Horus? I'd like to see you try." the Salamander replied, a threatening hand straying to the haft of his hammer.

[Slips]

The Templars looks to the Slamanders hand nearing the haft of his Thunder Hammer.

 

"Peace, brother. He seeks only to provoke us with his lies. For us to strike first so he can claim the position of victim and not aggressor. We, unlike them, are better than that, Son of Vulkan."

[Daemon2027]

Yep. It will be a pleasure to engage in combat against the VIIth. It's a shame to have to kill you, but you don't have the imagination to see the lies of you false Emperor.

(Ahhh to much going on at once)

 

Interesting lizard, the fearless spirit remains, deep down. This is all very educational.

[Castiel]

The Templars looks to the Slamanders hand nearing the haft of his Thunder Hammer.

 

"Peace, brother. He seeks only to provoke us with his lies. For us to strike first so he can claim the position of victim and not aggressor. We, unlike them, are better than that, Son of Vulkan."

"If I were to strike first this treacherous dog would not live long enough to make any claims, except maybe to his false 'gods' " The Salamander replied, lowering his hand.

 

Yep. It will be a pleasure to engage in combat against the VIIth. It's a shame to have to kill you, but you don't have the imagination to see the lies of you false Emperor.

(Ahhh to much going on at once)

 

Interesting lizard, the fearless spirit remains, deep down. This is all very educational.

"We have a saying on our homeworld, traitor: "Never laugh at live dragons". You would do well to remember it."

 

(Bonus points for whoever gets the reference!)

[Slips]

( I know Daemon, lol, it gets quite hectic at times - oncee replied to Leif and have WLK post right before mine and had to clarify to which Space Wolf I was talking too xD )

 

An indignant look crosses the Templars face but for a fraction of a second before resuming its stone cold demeanor.

 

"What you call Lies I call Truth. For your eyes to have been 'opened' by the Word Bearers, they are no better than 'Eyes Wide Shut', open to lies that you see as truth!"

 

(Kudos if you get that song reference, lol. Also, this sentence was very confusing for me to get down so apologies if it seems muddled)

 

Turning to the Salamander :

 

"True as that may be, Salamander, we are not alone in this forum under the banner of Peaceful Discourse." He states, looking all those assembled in the eye, one by one. "Were we here under any other circumstances I would not have spared a moment to cut down the Word Bearer for instigating this whole war and the very same Son of Horus you seek to smite for championing such a cause."

[Castiel]

"Have no fear, my brother. If we are to cross blades it will not be in this room."

[Daemon2027]

Templar, you are confusing me admitting to the existence of gods and prostrating myself in front of them like the Logars fanatics. There are daemons and gods, your beloved Emperor has lied to you,

[Slips]

" A god that can be killed is no god at all for were they truly deific, they would be Omnipotent and Omniscient. Something none of them are, nor is the Emperor."

 

(I hope I understood what you were implying / stating Daemon :P )

[Russ Brother 92]

*The sound of steel grating across rocks feeds out into the atmosphere as the son of Autek-Mor clear his 'throat'*

 

"Brothers, Cousins and Traitors calm your humours... If anyone is to do any killing this day it shall be me and my blood-kin, we have lost the most and we shall teach the traitor scum such as our delightful Apostle here what manner of folly it is to play with powers he does not understand..."

 

*Raising the bolter to his shoulder, cocking the charging handle and aiming it at the decrepit Nostraman*

 

"Cousin, you are nought but a kin-slayer, even among your legions despicable ranks you and yours are considered scum. Barbaric creatures not fit even for the mortuary slab..."

 

*Pointing the bolter at the child of Horus, contemptuous hatred glowing in the crimson embers of his helm...*

 

"As for you 'Chieftain' your kind prey on the weak of body as much as the children of Lorgar pray on the weak of mind... Your kind have run from their strength and shall find nought but ashes and ruin to comfort you for the Legions may be considered shattered to you, but you shall find out soon how sharp a broken blade can be when it is run through your gullet!"

[Excessus]

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Templar, the Alpha Legion deals with lies on a daily basis. It is easy for us to recognize them, and the Emperor's lies are grandiose for sure...but nevertheless lies...

 

You certainly live up to the name "templar". Knights of old, long before the rise of the techno-barbarian tribes of ancient Terra. With a devotion comparable to few, they too were blinded to the truths of the world around them. Accepting the existance of these other gods does not shake your devotion in the want-to-be god being called the Emperor. Through our contacts in various legions, we have come to know the nature of Warmaster Horus visit to Molech, where the Emperor traded and dealt with the primoridal destroyer. He had full knowledge about these gods and their daemonspawns long before the crusade even began. Your "truth" is a factual lie, one of many that has been told by the ruler of terra.

[Slips]

(really loving the descriptions giving to the Xth Legionnaires laughing and other such stuff, very characterful, haha)

[The_son_of_Dorn]

 

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Templar, the Alpha Legion deals with lies on a daily basis. It is easy for us to recognize them, and the Emperor's lies are grandiose for sure...but nevertheless lies...

 

You certainly live up to the name "templar". Knights of old, long before the rise of the techno-barbarian tribes of ancient Terra. With a devotion comparable to few, they too were blinded to the truths of the world around them. Accepting the existance of these other gods does not shake your devotion in the want-to-be god being called the Emperor. Through our contacts in various legions, we have come to know the nature of Warmaster Horus visit to Molech, where the Emperor traded and dealt with the primoridal destroyer. He had full knowledge about these gods and their daemonspawns long before the crusade even began. Your "truth" is a factual lie, one of many that has been told by the ruler of terra.

 

 

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[Castiel]

The Salamander chuckled

 

"Alpha Legionnaire, you're ilk are so wrapped up in lies you wouldn't know the truth if it walked up and hit you square between the eyes. These powers in the warp are not "gods", merely malign beings seeking, and sadly succeeding due to your weak-wills, in turning humanity upon itself for their own amusements."

[Russ Brother 92]

(thanks slipstreams - I tend to be in awe of the like of Wade and Heathens for fluff but occasionally I feel I can turn a decent phrase or two - your back & forth with excessus and the other AL/SoH folks is good too)

[Barabbas Sogalon]

A warrior in the colours of the old VIII stands, claymore resting on his shoulder.

 

"You talk of fathers. I say you talk of tyrants. Think of the Dusk Raiders, the War Hounds, the Heralds and the X, great legions all. Once they had honour, once I was proud to call them my brothers as we brought humanity to the stars. But then we found our 'fathers' and their corrupting influence destroyed everything, the old ways gone and our ranks polluted with lowlives. The 'mighty Emperor' betrayed us, left us in the hands of lesser men. In his eyes we were tools and you 'loyalists' delude yourselves if you think he wouldn't do the same to you."

 

The warrior smiles behind his helmet.

 

"Nocturnans, Nostramans, Medusans, Cthonians. What makes you think you are more worthy? You are nothing in the presence of those who conquered Old Earth. All tyrants deserve death and as a son of Albia I swear that their servants will burn with them."

[Excessus]

The Salamander chuckled

 

"Alpha Legionnaire, you're ilk are so wrapped up in lies you wouldn't know the truth if it walked up and hit you square between the eyes. These powers in the warp are not "gods", merely malign beings seeking, and sadly succeeding due to your weak-wills, in turning humanity upon itself for their own amusements."

 

*The Alpha Legionary's smile disappeared without a trace. A haughty stare replaced it.*

 

Some of us have worked tierlessly in the shadows even since the conquests of terra! Even in their proto-state, the legions needed accurate information, assasinations and sabotage! I know more about truths and lies than you ever will, lizard-spawn!

 

*The sudden burst of anger disappeared as quick as it had arrived and yet again the silky voice of a politician was to be found.*

 

I also never said the primoridal gods were benign, no, they will surely do their best to influence humanity. But please, do not put us in the same boat as the zealous fools of the XVIIth, they are merely unwitting pawns in the galactic game of the gods and not as much in control as they want you to think they are. I applaud your stance, Salamander, with a legion as completely destroyed as yours, you still find the courage to lash out at your apparent enemies. If not with weapons, so with words, impressive, but futile.

[Daemon2027]

(slipstream it sort of was, good reply )

 

Dusk Raiser, what makes you think all those who follow the Warmaster are non Terran. I tell you now I was born on Terra, in fact I was born on Alba amongst many of your kin Raider. I have personally killed all manner of tyrants, Kings, despots, and magos. There is one left in the galaxy, the Emperor. I must concede a point from before though, the Emperor is not a god, not yet, but that his goal, and once he has ascended he will ask you all to kneel. The dark ones in the warp, are they gods, maybe, maybe not, but they control the power of a god, and for that is he root of the Emoerors biggest lie. Don't think I am about to hand humanity over to them, but for now we serve equal goals, once the Warmaster has taken his rightful place, we will deal with those in the warp.

 

(Just to say I am presuming Albia is Britian, which I think it is generally considered, also I know my views on the Warmaster don't fit into exsisiting background,they are compleatly the views of my character, and are fairly dilusioned but he does believe in the cause he serves. He's probally in denial, and will happily kill to defend it)

[BassWave]

*post glitch*

[Excessus]

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*The Alpha Legionnaire raises one eyebrow in fascination and looks over to the son of Dorn while fingering his mag-locked bolter.*

 

You do know that the simple bolter is a standard issue equipment for all legions, right? My argument stands!

[Castiel]

 

*The Alpha Legionary's smile disappeared without a trace. A haughty stare replaced it.*

 

Some of us have worked tierlessly in the shadows even since the conquests of terra! Even in their proto-state, the legions needed accurate information, assasinations and sabotage! I know more about truths and lies than you ever will, lizard-spawn!

 

*The sudden burst of anger disappeared as quick as it had arrived and yet again the silky voice of a politician was to be found.*

 

I also never said the primoridal gods were benign, no, they will surely do their best to influence humanity. But please, do not put us in the same boat as the zealous fools of the XVIIth, they are merely unwitting pawns in the galactic game of the gods and not as much in control as they want you to think they are. I applaud your stance, Salamander, with a legion as completely destroyed as yours, you still find the courage to lash out at your apparent enemies. If not with weapons, so with words, impressive, but futile.

 

The Salamander shook his head slowly, red eyes closing for a brief moment "You have been in the shadows so long you have lost yourselves to them. Does it matter the reasons why you have cast your lot in with the enemy? The end result is the same, you are a traitor to your brother legions, to your Emperor who created you and to humanity whom you are supposed to protect. My Legion may have been severely damaged at Istvaan V, but so long as one on our brothers draws breath they shall never surrender, for we swore oaths to be humanity's greatest defenders, and unlike you we do not break our word and spit upon our species."

[BassWave]

A warrior in the colours of the old VIII stands, claymore resting on his shoulder.

 

"You talk of fathers. I say you talk of tyrants. Think of the Dusk Raiders, the War Hounds, the Heralds and the X, great legions all. Once they had honour, once I was proud to call them my brothers as we brought humanity to the stars. But then we found our 'fathers' and their corrupting influence destroyed everything, the old ways gone and our ranks polluted with lowlives. The 'mighty Emperor' betrayed us, left us in the hands of lesser men. In his eyes we were tools and you 'loyalists' delude yourselves if you think he wouldn't do the same to you."

 

The warrior smiles behind his helmet.

 

"Nocturnans, Nostramans, Medusans, Cthonians. What makes you think you are more worthy? You are nothing in the presence of those who conquered Old Earth. All tyrants deserve death and as a son of Albia I swear that their servants will burn with them."

The terminator's emerald gaze fell upon the Deathguard.

 

"Ferrus only taught the people of Medusa how to strengthen themselves in order to survive a harsh universe, and he enlightened them in the ways of technology. When reunited with us, he did nothing but increase efficiency by a large margin in the Tenth. If being a harsh task master to unlock the full potential of the people you are responsible for is to be a tyrant, then humanity deserves more tyrants."

 

The ebon giant strided over to dust-ridden warrior, stopping just inches away. Glaring down in contempt, he spoke again.

 

"What would you know of tyrants anyway? A tyrant conquers. Your father couldn't even dominate his birth planet, let alone control one rogue psyker from damning his entire legion to a bloated, rotted existence."

[Acerbus Letum]

"Silence!"

 

A shadow detaches itself from the gloom and makes its way towards the table. His armour is as black as night and a odd mix of numerous marks, all battered and scarred. The Mark of the Raven is displayed proudly on his shoulder and two pistols are strapped to his legs. He takes a place close to the other members of the XIX while keeping a respectful distance.

 

"I have heard your accounts and now I have mine to tell." Turning to the legionnaires of the X, "you call us cowards and say we fled from battle. That is untrue. To flee is to run. Yet we fought the traitors for the next 98 days. When I ran put of ammo I killed with my knife, when that broke I used my bare hands." He shakes his head and sighs " You are right to show anger at the atrocity at Isstvan V. But it is towards the traitors you should be directing it at. You are not the only ones to lose brothers that day."

 

Turning to the traitors his temperment immediately changes to one of barely suppresed anger. "As for you filth I will not listen to the poisionous words spilling from your mouths. You have betrayed all that you stand for. Not only have you broken the bonds of brotherhood and shattered your oaths to the Emperor, but you have turned your backs on humanity itself for your own selfish needs!"

 

"I promise you this traitors. I will not rest until all of your blood has been spilt and the birds feast on your corpses!" He turns to the Night Lord legionarries and reaches up to unclasp his helm. "Run far and run fast fools!....." A face as white as snow twists in anger while eyes as black as the void stare into there masks "... for you are not the only monsters who hunt in the shadows!"

[Russ Brother 92]

"Silence!"

 

A shadow detaches itself from the gloom and makes its way towards the table. His armour is as black as night and a odd mix of numerous marks, all battered and scarred. The Mark of the Raven is displayed proudly on his shoulder and two pistols are strapped to his legs. He takes a place close to the other members of the XIX while keeping a respectful distance.

 

"I have heard your accounts and now I have mine to tell." Turning to the legionnaires of the X, "you call us cowards and say we fled from battle. That is untrue. To flee is to run. Yet we fought the traitors for the next 98 days. When I ran put of ammo I killed with my knife, when that broke I used my bare hands." He shakes his head and sighs " You are right to show anger at the atrocity at Isstvan V. But it is towards the traitors you should be directing it at. You are not the only ones to lose brothers that day."

 

*Turning to the lost Raven... Eyes burning relentlessly through the lenses of his helm, the Iron Hand speaks...*

 

"Brother I believe you have lost your way and your mind is clouded by misjudged anger... I do NOT misjudge your words however, yes your flock of crows may have fought and bloodied the traitors over those next weeks, perhaps even months BUT it was folly to flee, you merely consigned yourselves to slow, agonizing deaths, unsure of whether your father lived and even if he did, whether he would fight with you again. You should have stood with us that day Raven, fought with us and yes DIED with us, for it was a good death!"

 

*Turning to address all present in the room, even those snakes and bats in the shadows, the twin sons of Lorgar and the lone son of Vulkan, the frosty eyed kinsmen of the Aett and the brethren clad in steel of the Xth's clans...*

 

"All present here must accept two key facts in our existence... 1)We are not and were not designed to be immortal, as such we will die, accept this fact. 2)We never know when we will die, thus there is not better way than to die with courage on the field of battle and strength in your fighting arm - slay from afar with bolter and pistol until your ammunition runs dry, stab and gut your foes until your knife is blunted and broken, strangle and destroy with the fists you were created. There is no finer death than at the behest of your liege-lord and surrounded by your foes dead and kinsmen!"

[Castiel]

*Turning to the lost Raven... Eyes burning relentlessly through the lenses of his helm, the Iron Hand speaks...*

 

"Brother I believe you have lost your way and your mind is clouded by misjudged anger... I do NOT misjudge your words however, yes your flock of crows may have fought and bloodied the traitors over those next weeks, perhaps even months BUT it was folly to flee, you merely consigned yourselves to slow, agonizing deaths, unsure of whether your father lived and even if he did, whether he would fight with you again. You should have stood with us that day Raven, fought with us and yes DIED with us, for it was a good death!"

 

*Turning to address all present in the room, even those snakes and bats in the shadows, the twin sons of Lorgar and the lone son of Vulkan, the frosty eyed kinsmen of the Aett and the brethren clad in steel of the Xth's clans...*

 

"All present here must accept two key facts in our existence... 1)We are not and were not designed to be immortal, as such we will die, accept this fact. 2)We never know when we will die, thus there is not better way than to die with courage on the field of battle and strength in your fighting arm - slay from afar with bolter and pistol until your ammunition runs dry, stab and gut your foes until your knife is blunted and broken, strangle and destroy with the fists you were created. There is no finer death than at the behest of your liege-lord and surrounded by your foes dead and kinsmen!"

 

"The loss of your Lord has left you bitter and twisted, and so you lash out at those with you on that day rather than acknowledge your own failings. We all accept those two facts, however you fail to understand that there is no point in dying taking one foe with you when you can live to fight another day and take many more of your foes from the fight. Why die a futile death lashing out at your foes from spite when you can live to take a calculated revenge that will hurt them much more? You laud your own stubbornness and condemn those of us that took a wiser path? And if that is indeed the best way to die then why do you stand before me to speak such words, rather than lying broken on the black sands of the Urgall Depression?"

[Russ Brother 92]

*Turning to the Drake... a soft hiss of air as his helm is removed to show a malformed, ragged shape that could once be considered a face, the left side of the face from eye socket down to the nape of his armour was glinting steel, a bionic eye whirring in the socket... burns scars and faded tattoos cover his head and neck.*

 

"Drake, do not underestimate my kinsmen, yes many died that day but those of who did not (I was with my Lord Autek-Mor aboard his great cruiser, I assure you we tried our damnedest to reach our father and my brethren of the Avernii on the surface however even we could not break through that blockade...) will tear apart every single traitor we find. I know that your kin and those of the Raven fought with all the strength you could muster brother, and I do not mean to cause hostility between us - but understand me when I say that anyone with qualms about my legion and it's motives can come aboard the Ferrum and ask the council of Iron Father's themselves, just don't blame me if you end up a servitor...."

 

*the warrior leaves his helm off, allowing all around the room to see the brutal visage he holds*