Anguish and wrath

[wilks]

Greetings brothers and sisters,

 

I have finally settled on a legion and it is the Iron Xth. They have always been near and dear to my mechanical heart and I have finally chosen to join my somewhat ruthless but logic driven brethren.

 

I have decided to make this plog to help chart my progress and keep me motivated to collect a proper army. I am a big fan of the Heresy and finally I have the chance now, what with all this new  glorious plastic.

 

Anyway I have also written a small bit of fluff to accompany my first foray into the world of painting, and I also have a couple rough pics of a test marine.

 

Hope you enjoy and all comments and crits are welcome with painting or fluff. 

 

The flesh is weak!

 

 

Garnn woke with a jolt, his eyes snapping open. His helmet flashed warning icons all around him, systems that had gone critical and severe injuries that had been sustained. He tried to move but it was useless, pain flooded through him and from what he could tell, his legs had been crushed and buried beneath rubble and his left arm had been sheared off, presumably from shrapnel.

 Craning his neck to the side he could see the silhouetted shapes of marines crouching down and looting the bodies of his comrades. The closest marine stopped and turned to face him having noticed the movement. The marines symbol came into view and Garnn saw it was that of the Iron Hands. The orphans of Ferrus, Garnn thought, so these had been their ambushers. 

 

 Bruhl stood up and stared at the half buried Night Lord and saw that he was beckoning him to come closer. Walking towards the downed Night Lord Bruhl could see he was trapped but still had life in him yet, his wounds were significant but not necessarily fatal if he could find medical assistance.  He had certainly seen his brothers sustain worse and continue the fight, but this was no Iron Hand before him.

 

" Brother " Garnn choked,  raising his right arm reaching toward the Iron Hand.

 

Bruhl stepped closer, he noticed the Night lords hand drop into the dust, before he caught a glimpse of steel, the blade flashed towards him and the Night Lord dug the blade deep into his leg.

 

Garnn smiled as he felt the blade strike the joint behind the knee. He gave it a savage twist, he relished hearing the sound of pain he caused, but there was no gasp of agony, nor any look of discomfort even. The Iron Hand simply stood there.

 

Bruhl looked down at the blade sticking from his leg. Slowly a deep booming began to well up and out from his helmet as he looked back towards the Night Lord.  Bruhl began to crouch and slowly reached down pulling the knife from his leg, the faint sound of servos and the clicking whirring noise of bionics could be heard as the blade slid free. Next he reached out taking the Night Lords hand in his and began to tighten his bionically enhanced grip as tight as he could. First he felt the fingers begin to crack and break before he wrenched the wrist back breaking it and letting it drop to the dust. 

 

Garnn let out a howl of anger and pain as his hand fell uselessly to the floor the pain shooting up his arm and forcing him into a coughing fit.

 Bruhl brought the knife up before him examining the carved runes on the blade. " A fancy blade brother, allow me to alleviate your suffering with it. " 

 Suddenly Bruhl's hand shot out and slammed the Night Lords head back against the rock, baring his neck. The Night lords ruined hand battered uselessly at the Iron Hand. Then with infinite slowness Bruhl brought the blade tip to bare,  pressing lightly against the join it broke through the surface seal, as the blade pressed through, air hissed out and joined the chorus of curses that escaped the Night Lords lips. It wasn't long before the curses became a gurgling rasp and then became uintelligible as the blade sank deeper. Finally with the blade pressed up to the hilt Bruhl wrenched the blade viciously to the side, practically severing the head. 

 

Standing astride the Night Lord Bruhl looked around, his squad had finished taking anything of worth before he saw Delrue striding towards him. " A survivor? " Asked Delrue motioning to the Night Lord at his feet " I administered the emperors peace to this wretched filth." Delrue sniggered " He was not deserving of such." Bruhl looked at the gaping neck wound he had inflicted on the traitor astartes. " Don't worry brother I assure you, it was not pleasant " 

 

[helterskelter]

I swear if its not forward assist its someone else...

I'll be watching from the shadows