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As Master of Blades Elron sat in his chamber within the Angulus Animus studying the latest deployments of his chapter a knock came from his door.

 

"You may enter."

 

Epistolary Fayyad entered the room quickly bowing, "Sir, we have received a message from the Blood Angels."

 

"The Blood Angels? What word comes from our illustrious parent chapter?", Elron now setting aside his dataslate, "We have not had word from them since before I became Master."

 

"Indeed, Lord. It appears that they are hosting a sort of tournament between the sons of Sanguinius. They are referring to it as the Feast of Blades." A wry smile creeping across his lips.

 

Elron erupted into laughter, it's booming sound filling the chamber. After a moment he had composed himself enough to respond, "So they wish to have a feast? What do they require of us?"

 

"They are asking for a champion. An envoy to represent the Sanguine Blades at their tournament." Fayyad responded. Elron's face straightened and he grabbed his datapad again going back to his deployment charts. A moment passed in silence as Elron looked over his deployment charts again and Fayyad waited for a response. Elron put his dataslate down again looking deep in thought until finally looked up at Fayyad.

 

Upon meeting eyes with him Elron smiled and said “Well then that settles it. You will go to represent the Blades.”

 

The epistolary tilted his head in confusion. “Lord, surely one of the Blades would be a better choice. Blade Aziz would surely relish the opportunity to show his prowess amongst our cousins.”

 

“Any of the Blades would relish the opportunity, but they are all deployed and I can’t spare them from our current engagements. We are stretched thin. You are free, and so you get the honor.” The epistolary started to protest, but Elron had already gone back to his deployment charts, his mind made up. Fayyad turned and left the room, ready to make his way to the Feast of Blades. 

 

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A little info on original fluff for those interested:

 

http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Feast_of_Blades

 

The Legion of the Damned book also has an in depth account of it (the 816th).

 

However, ours is better, as it is the Sons of Sanguinius, not Dorn!

Are we fighting to the death for real fluff wise?

As Charlo says, we gain nothing from the deaths of champions. They might get a few scars, though. The Fight is to incapacitation. Marines heal quickly, so punches are not totally pulled, nor are the champions going to kill another. That would be bad form.

Is it too late to enter my champion?

 

 

As sweet as he is, it might be, I've added you, and you're first reserve if I dont get a photo from Mightykin soon (or if we get another 6 entrants)!

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++INCOMINC++

++CHALLENGERS IDENTIFIED++

0: Castigon

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1: Captain Gallan of the Lamenters (Boudan)

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2: Scout Sergeant Kholl Grann (Captain Helion)

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4: Chaplain Pontius Contristatus of the Angels Sorrowful (Nicodemus)

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5: Brother Librarian Slantien Forcells of the Blood Angels.(Mightykin)

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6: Veteran Sergeant Dantorial of the Blood Angels (EDC)

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7: Librarian Sandriel of the Flesh Tearers (Slangwhanger)

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8: Reclusiarch Hazriel the Oathsworn of the Carmine Blades (Dont-Be-Haten)

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9: Sergeant Lorenzo of the Blood Angels (Jolemai)

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10: Chaplain Cassius Octavius Nero of the Blood Angels (Lasuria)

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11: Veteran Vanguard Sgt Trous of the Scarlet Mantle (Grazcruzk)

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12: Captain Lazare of the Blood Angels 5th Company (Appiah5)

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13: Epistolary Castiel of the Blood Angels (RedemptionNL)

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14: Chaplain Darr'knight of the Sanguine Vision (Charlo)

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15: Vanguard Vet Sgt. Brutus of the Blood Revenants (Brother Lemartes)

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16: Epistolary Fayyad of the Sanguine Blades (Chapel XIII)

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++RESERVE++

17: Veteran Sergeant Andreas of the Blood Angels (Spagunk)

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You can find all the images here if you want a shiny new avatar, or to talk in character :wink:
Edited by Xenith

Have some pics I wasn't happy with, will upload them later when I get home from work if I can't get better ones.

 

Also working on the fluff, should add the soon too

Edited by Brother Lemartes

 

You can find all the images here if you want a shiny new avatar, or to talk in character :wink:

Fixed link: http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/gallery/album/12316-ba-feast-of-blades-2016/

 

 

Thanks! Updated the post with correct link.

 

Just waiting on Jolemai now, then I can do random pairings.

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Kholl opened his comm-unit. The quiet beeping in his ear faded, as did the "Incoming Message" icon in his autosense display. The static on the small screen resolved itself into a green tinted face. The distinctive features of Kholl's commanding officer stared out at him.

"Sergeant Grann. I trust you have arrived." Master David Tegg said, his voice crackling in Kholl's ear.

"Yessir. The trek was easier than expected." Kholl glanced over his shoulder at the crumbling walls that surrounded his destination. "The area is completely abandoned. For decades, at least. I'd need to do more in depth archaeo-naissance for anything more specific, but nothing is waiting for us here."

"Good. You hold the honour of the Blood Owls, Grann. Make us proud."

 

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The sky was turning purple with the last vestiges of sunlight, and Kholl knew it was time. He checked his wargear, for the final time. Nothing out of place; though there was no reason to assume so. His powerfist glowed in the dim light of dusk, the dim metal glimmering with the pale blue almost-there light of a disruption field. The feeling in his gut deepened into certainty, and he checked his auspex.

The sensors he had spent the past week assembling were signalling an incoming dropship. Bare seconds later, he felt a rumbling in his bones, and he caught the smell of ozone on the air. It was time.

The Angels were coming.

 

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Unseen lurker beating the rest to the arena, I see!

 

A mad week at work meant I couldn't do anything for the feast, but I'll be doing the drawing this weekend, maybe a fight too

 

Owls are silent hunters. You never hear an owl coming, and you never see an Owl coming.

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