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lordherne  18:36:12 Fri Jan 21 2005 Offline posts Reply |
I'm starting this thread as a background piece to the main commander of my army for the Gahmorra campaign. At the suggestion of Dman, we are plotting to use our last battle at the GM7 as the beggining of the Fall of Major Angelis who was defeated and capture during that match. This thread will explore his fall into the influence of the ruinous power of Nurgle. We have some surprises for a later date.
Golden Marine 7 The Aftermath The Imperial transports could still be seen in the distance, evacuating their brethren. Meanwhile the malignant servitors of the Wild Hunt surveyed the ruins of battle. - “19 souls are irretrievable, while 9 remain salvageable within a swift timeframe.” the servitor reported to the large shadow that followed it. - “Retrieve what you can, including flesh parts that are unspoiled. And make haste.” the Shadow ordered. While robotic servitors removed the ammunition, weapons, and armour from the battlefield, the half flesh servitors collected bone, flesh, and souls flittering between life and death. Although mortally wounded and with their progenoid glands removed, life could still be breathed back into the fallen loyalist fool marines. The power of the warp would see to it. It was a difficult process, done millions of times previous, with most souls unable to accept the blessing of their fate. It was a process that took time and extreme cunning, often resulting in large investments of resources with a bare minimal in return. However, new recruits for Abbadon’s Black Legion are hard to come by in this millennium. Major Angelis woke with the memory of a chainsword cutting through the armour between his chestplate and helmet. From this violent memory he entered into a gruesome reality. His wrists, ankles, and neck were bound to the floor by thick, rusted chains. He was naked. Stripped of his armour. Dark green scabs festering with puss were visible where his black carapace used to cover his torso. Despite this, he felt no pain. The only light visible came from the stars shining through a tiny slit in the ceiling hundreds of meters high. The sporadic light slowly revealed that he was not alone. The room itself was no longer nor wider than four meters. On each wall there hung torsos and limbs of flesh in a undistinguishable manner. In the center of the room, there was a thin pillar with a small statue on it. This was the presence he felt. “May the Holy Emperor have mercy on me.” Angelis muttered in quiet disbelief.
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lordherne 18:54:39 Mon Feb 7 2005 Offline posts Reply |
“The False-Emperor has no domain here.” - a raspy voice calmly whispered as the sound of the walls writhing and squirming came to bare.
Angelis could not tell which direction the voice came from. The shock of realising his situation still tortured his mind and made his senses dim. His training did not prepare him adequately for this. Isolated. Disarmed. Disoriented. The dim light available gave no clue to his whereabouts, time of day, or how long he had been unconscious. The fatal blows he suffered meant to him, that he should not even be alive. So, why do I still live? His wounds were not healed. Instead, they festered with infection. Yet, he still felt no pain. In a moment of weakness he wished for death. “You have been dying since the moment of your birth, Angelis” the raspy voice continued. For all the desperation he felt, Angelis could still muster the courage to defy his foul captors. Filled with rage, Angelis flailed wildly around the room trying to strike at the presence he felt was his only captor. His chains made this an awkward feat. “Despoiler of truth! Has your mind grown rotten with your lies!? We are the Emperor’s finest warriors! We are the protectors of the Faith! We are the warriors of the Marines Inviolate! We live to die for the supreme plan of His will. The omnipresent, benevolent keeper of all that is sacred, the Emperor of Mankind. You will know his wrath when you are cleansed from His domain.” “Perhaps, but the False-Emperor has no domain here, Angelis.” The mention of his name made his skin crawl. “You don’t know me! You don’t know my name!” Angelis tried to pretend he was somewhere else. “But we do, don’t we my brothers?” With that question the texture of the walls started to writhed in agreement. Angelis could see faces, limbs and torsos, all dangling from chains hung on each of the four walls of his ‘cell’. The slightest of moans could be heard coming from outside of the cell chamber. He recognised some of the voices as his fallen comrades.
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DMan 14:31:30 Wed Feb 9 2005 Offline 1986 posts Mod GM7 - 1st Place GM8 - 2nd Place  Reply |
Sweet! <In a very twisted way.>
A couple details: - it was a pre-GM7 match, at your place. iirc. - Major Angelis had just wiffed his 200th to-hit roll (or some other unreasonably high number  ) so I had him charge, by himself a 15+ strong squad of CSM lead by an Asp Champ in Termie armor and a powerfist (chainfist). He went down, messily. 
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lordherne 14:39:41 Wed Feb 9 2005 Offline posts Reply |
Ah, the memories.
I also remember that HUGE rumble we had at GM7 with your marines surrounded by that same squad. There's even a picture of it. Anyway, let's not get bogged down in details. The story is coming along slowly, but I hope to have at least one installment per week. It's funny that we already know then ending, it just how he got there. I promise an interesting read.
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QuintAan  15:04:41 Wed Feb 9 2005 Offline 8740 posts
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Loving it!
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lordherne 22:12:45 Wed Feb 9 2005 Offline posts Reply |
Angelis felt the weight of his guilt crushing him. The marines he led into battle, his brothers in arms, that trusted him, believed in him, and feared him, were now nothing but decaying shadows of former glory. Destine to signify his failure as a marine. He fell to his knees, praying. For silence to take him, and for his comrades to know his shame. Slowly, the voices began to fall quiet. Slowly, his guilt hid deep inside of him. Soon, all that could be heard throughout his prison was the soft rustling of rags, the gentle clang of rusted chains from a distance, and a deathly calm silence.
He prayed for a long time. Moments passed. Days, nights, and the endless quiet filled him with dread. Knowing that he is truly alone. He tried to maintain his faith. Still he prayed. He prayed for the benevolence of the Emperor to forgive him, to find him, to free him, to rid him of the guilt of failure, to guide him towards the righteous path to Him. “Your piety & devotion is impressive, if not misplaced.” The voice finally broke the silence. "You know nothing of piety!" Angelis shot back. "But we do. Make no mistake. The worship of our patron is evident all around you. This is the temple of our Lord Nurgle. Your benefactor. It is His will to bring you here, to alter your wounds, to bring you to know the true purpose of your existence." With that, the voice paused. Angelis leaned back against the wall behind him. The wall felt leathery and gave a gentle bend with the pressure he laid against it. Angelis pondered his remaining sanity. Trying to see the Emperor's light in a sea of darkness and decay. A moment later, he felt the wall take a gulping breath. He was leaning against the back of a living corpse! He quickly rose to his feet. “Does nothing die in this place!” Angelis raged. Although his body was tired and weak, he still felt enraged and dishonoured at his captors treatment. “You are dying. With every breath you exhale, your life recedes. It’s the ebb and flow of mortality.” His captor answered. “Then why can’t I rest? Why can’t I know peace? I am growing tired of this game. Tired of this torture. End it now. Release me from this place, to sit by the emperor.” “You are free. Free to choose your path. But know that your false god will not sit with you. In time you will accept this, and know peace. It is because you have been chosen, my dear Angelis, that you must stay here to worship with us. You have been blessed by a power you will soon recognise as your saviour, your release from all that pains you. All you need to do is believe.”
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lordherne 21:10:20 Fri Feb 18 2005 Offline posts Reply |
“Before you pull the trigger, focus your thoughts on the target. Clear your mind of all else. Now visualize the bolt leaving the pistol and travelling to its target, the target you see in your mind.” Brother-Sargent Ferill instructed his scout recruits with the same fealty and honour as the Astartes code demanded, and no less. His words stuck to the minds of the young recruits who respected his devotion to his craft. Bolt after bolt was fired with increasing accuracy. Brother-scout Angelis fired each shot in quick succession however, his mind wavering and unfocussed. He wore a concerned look as if contemplating the philosophy of the ancients.
“What is on your mind Angelis?” Ferill commanded. “Well, it’s nothing sir.” the cadet responded. “Angelis, you’ve not centered any of the last 10 bolts you fired. Clearly, you are either not listening to my instruction or are pre-occupied with some all-consuming query? Now, which is it?” Ferill asked with a tempered patience. “Well, sir, this morning you gave a brief lecture on the history of the traitor legions and their allegiance to the foul taint of Chaos.” Angelis answered. “Yes, indeed.” Ferill responded growing tense. “Well, it seemed as though you didn’t continue with the entire story. I mean, with the Emperor’s holy grace reaching out to us all, why would a marine turn away from His light? The history you spoke of this morning concerning our most formidable foes just doesn’t seem right. I can’t possibly conceive of how ...” Angelis was interrupted by Ferill’s backhand to his face. The cadets lowered their bolt pistols as Ferill grabbed Angelis by the collar and whispered in his ear. “You will not speak of this again, cadet! This heresy of thought is only for the weak to contemplate! If you utter another word of it, I will personally cut out your tongue and sentence you to a life of servitude in the lobotomized world of the lex-mechanics!” Ferill released Angelis to address the other scouts now disrupted in their practice. “The path of the righteous is long, my brothers, but you shall prevail! May the Emperor bless you.” With that, the cadets were dismissed. ... Angelis awoke with a cold stillness throughout his body. He lay face down on the floor of his cell. Rising slowly, he noticed that the chains binding his wrists had rotted to dust. However, he was still bound by the chains on his ankles and the seemingly doorless room. “You are one step closer to freedom, Angelis” The voice whispered from somewhere within.
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QuintAan 22:03:25 Sat Feb 19 2005 Offline 8740 posts
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Nice. More please.
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lordherne 18:06:35 Fri Feb 25 2005 Offline posts Reply |
Angelis lay on the rusty metallic floor of his confines dreaming. He felt feverish and distant. His body no longer felt anything. He only realized this when he noticed orange colored worms burrowing through his hip. After plucking them from his flesh and flinging them in the distance they somehow manage to find their way back to him. His heart was no longer beating. Or at least he couldn’t feel it anymore. It still lay buried in his chest. Once he slid his index finger through the slimy, festering scab on his chest to see if he could touch his heart. He did. But he still didn’t feel it beating. His body was changing.
His skin colour changed to pale greenish grey. His hair fell out. His fingers nails bruised and softened to then fall as well. His mind began to lose its sense of focus. It wandered aimlessly through thoughts of the past, and the possible, completely ignoring the present and future. His faith in the Emperor slid into darkness. A long forgotten memory. A picture put away in the attic for no purpose or reason. It just died, as memories tend to do after time. Time, which began to have no meaning in his prison. Moments passed like all the rest. Endless, flittering, with nothing but a deathly silence ringing through. The muted scraping of his chains on the floor gave some comfort. Some sense that he was not trapped in a dream. Instead, he was living a nightmare. Sometimes, the Voice would interrupt his dread to offer simple statements to reflect on: “The comforts of the flesh are of no value here, Angelis. Your comfort lies in accepting the brutal truth of your inevitable death.” Time. “Can you not feel the tiredness of your own thoughts?” Time. “The spirit is all that matters, Angelis. Your cage is the flesh you must wear to prove yourself” Time. “Beyond your own belief, is the duty to call others to their self-realization of mortality. To help them offer their flesh as testament to the power of their own inevitable decay.” Time. “You must realize by now, Angelis, that your dismembered, dead, decaying Emperor has, is, and will always be, indeed a worshipper of death and decay, which remains the domain of our Lord Nurgle?” At this, Angelis rose to his feet screaming. His feeble attempts at smashing the walls around him left him winded and spent. His chains still binding him, he fell to the floor. His duty still binding him to his Emperor. Only one thought came to him in his weakness. “why?” Time.
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lordherne 22:00:11 Tue Mar 1 2005 Offline posts Reply |
The disgrace that had befallen Angelis finally hit home. Deprived of his armour, his martial pride, his sense of worth, and with his flesh fallen to a disease that defies mortality, Angelis began to despair more deeply than ever.
The once proud leader of the Marines Inviolate was now nothing more than a sack of rotting flesh draped over bent and fragile bones. He lay motionless for most of his captivity now. Left numb by sensory depravation, his mind was a blank page, a black void that slowly, effortlessly suck away at his sanity. “Angelis, ...” the Voice whispered. He lay motionless. “Angelis, ... come to me.” Those words resonated supernaturally in the prison of his mind. Something began to swell within him. A desire to find something. To know truth. Slowly, Angelis rose to his knees. His hands reached out in front of him. They found the base of the pillar he knew was the center of the room. His fingers ached with their effort to inch their way up. Stretching, scratching, feeling their way. His desire grew. It almost lifted him to his feet. Feeling like his flesh will burn inside of his skin. His body followed his fingers up the pillar. He was standing now. Stretching up to reach the platform at the top of the pillar. Feverish now, he felt a small shape on the platform. Cold and smooth to the touch, it still gave a slight bend to its form when pressed. His fingers clutched at the figure and reached higher. He felt appendages, indistinguishable in length and width but still separate from the main figure. It was a solid mass of cold flesh. His fever began to burn on the outside of him as well. The smell of burning flesh permeated. His body was glowing a sickly green. He jumped to put his elbows on the platform to try to see this mysterious shape that drew him in. He saw only an outline of teeth and phlegm. Then the figure reached out and gently touched his hand. Angelis fell to the floor in hysterics. Howling uncontrollably, he rolled around on the floor. Chains clanging. Feet kicking. Arms flailing. Until he began to weep. Then fell unconscious. He woke with an eerie calmness. His chains no longer bound him. But he remained a ward of his tormentors. He stood, looked up at the figure on the pillar and stared into infinity. His mind beginning to wane and wander. Unknowingly, he was trying to re-capture what he found: a glimpse of peace in the mouth of decay.
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lordherne 19:23:42 Thu Mar 10 2005 Offline posts Reply |
Angelis laid flat on cell staring into the darkness he had grown accustomed to. So much time had passed that he started to fell like he knew of nothing else. Like a trapped rat or a fish in captivity all his time passed the same way; watching all around him fall into rot. He noticed now that the walls seemed ‘thinner’, more transparent. He soon realized that the fleshy parts had eroded from the walls so that only bone and sinew remained. His cell remained dark, however. The small figure he saw on the platform at the top of the pillar had vanished. But he still felt its presence.
“Angelis, ...” it whispered. It intermittently spoke to him in parables and guided suggestions. Often Angelis knew what it was trying to do. He no longer tried to suppress and counter the blasphemous rhetoric as his training once instructed him to. Instead, he started to ponder it. “It is time Angelis, arise and seek the nature of your essence.” The voice commanded. Angelis, got up slowly. He heard the sound of leather brought taut and of bones scraping together in the agony of movement. And then it appeared; an exit to his cell. Angelis rose and proceeded through it with apprehension while examining the flesh fused together that made up the walls in this so-described ‘temple’. Just as he feared, he saw the face of one of his charges and held it gently in his hands. “Kranos, is this how it ends for us?” The jaw of his comrade had long rotted off and the only sound the entrapped corpse could make was a slobbering gurgle. Angelis knew this was not his fate. He continued to follow the corridor outside his cell. There where no turns, nor doors. The entire consistency of the structure was the same; flesh, bone, and rusted metal fused together in what can only be described as utter chaos. Although most of the flesh he recognized was human, there was more indistinguishable alien flesh than metal. He could not recognise from where it came. However, it was all still imitating the breath of life. Maybe trying to retain its past form or believing that they still retained life, though it was fused together in true Chaos, it all moved, breathed, and decayed as one. Angelis walked steadily through the halls of the dead with less trepidation. He knew that his captors were leading him somewhere. Perhaps to end all of this shame and torment. As he continued his death walk, he noticed the ceiling of the corridor gradually gave way to a slimy black filth that enveloped the corridor. The gentle incline of his path eventually ended in a steep upward slope that led through the black filth. As he stared at his path , he noticed that he could see through the filth, into the stars beyond. Quickly, hope rose within him: Perhaps this was his escape! Carefully he touched the black filth with both hands, ripping out a large chunk that floated through the corridor as though it had no weight. Feeling more confident, Angelis threw himself at the filth, tearing huge holes in it and eventually sliding through a small break in the seal. The outside light blinded him. The Black filth seemed to suck the light into it but the outer space was lit with a purple-ish red fire that flared then receded. Letting distant planets and stars shine for mere moments before flaring anew. In the distance, he could make out some celestial entities that travelled in groups but they were in a shape that was unfamiliar to him. As his vision cleared he saw that group being attacked by a much larger voracious beast that move in no manner known to humankind. He quickly realized his efforts as folly. There was no escape from here. He knew it he was in the Eye of Terror. Once again defeated, he lay on the side of the corpse-structure and again, was struck by the shock and terror of his vision. The corpse-structure was roughly the size of a large moon. It travelled through the Eye slowly and undisturbed. He was in awe of its grace through the chaos of the Eye. Peace began to envelope him. A comfort he had only fleetingly sensed through his captivity. “That is right, Angelis, It is time to release your mortal thoughts. Time to let go of your aspirations for the future. This is your destiny. The destiny of all things of flesh. This temple is testament to the power of decay. To the power and glory of the unavoidable destiny of all. You have spent more time here than in your mortal life. This is where you will call home, now and forever.” “This is not my destiny.” Angelis cried out faintly then fell silent. He was uncertain of his own statement. “Ah, but it is, my child. I have existed long before you, long before your kind infected the universe with your dreams of immortality. Nothing lives forever Angelis, not you, not the Emperor you once served. It is time for you to know this, and accept it. This temple is your final resting place. It is the final resting place of all that is flesh and destined to slowly decay into nothingness. This is the glory of Nurgle. Lay down your tired bones. Lay down your flesh upon His alter. Put your spirit to rest in the knowledge of his grace, and His blessings will be shared with you forever. What is the time of a human lifespan compared to the eternity of decay that is its destiny? Your master will be with you forever here. It is your destiny to serve him.” This was the end game and there really was no alternative. Follow his destiny or choose Death? No. Death did not exist here. Only decay. Angelis knew that he could never become a piece of this deathship. His fear of living a continuous nightmare drove his mind into panic. “The choice is your to make, Angelis. Either way, you will remain here, as another piece of flesh for the glory of our Lord, or as an immortal champion of His great Will.” The voice offered as a final thought. There was no decision to make. Only the strength to proceed. As Angelis began to muster his courage to try to summon death from its exile, the pillar with the small figure on it rose through the black filth that surrounded him. Suddenly, Angelis felt the loss of his own will. He didn’t feel his body anymore. He saw himself as if he was no longer inside of his own flesh. He witnessed himself kneeling in front of the infection ridden figure, raising his arms to welcome it. The festering wounds in his chest glowed sickly green and his mouth watered with vomit as he took the slime covered figure in his hands. As he opened his mouth wide, S’Leth, the Greater Demon of Nurgle slid gently into his body.
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QuintAan 19:59:41 Thu Mar 10 2005 Offline 8740 posts
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Wow, this has been awesome stuff.
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Zphindar 20:11:48 Thu Mar 10 2005 Offline 2189 posts
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Indeed... very intense. I want to go save Major Angelis from the grasp of Nurgle now...
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lordherne 20:24:53 Thu Mar 10 2005 Offline posts Reply |
I'm glad you're enjoying it. I've had a lot of fun writing it. It's still not over yet. There's one last chapter in my head. But it's a bit of a small shocker.
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Chainaxe_Maniac  20:37:38 Thu Mar 10 2005 Offline 1258 posts
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Brilliant stuff!
I'm tempted to put that to comic book style! |
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