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| Jarulek | Jan 30 2009, 04:33 AM Post #1 |
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This version of my Gears and Death is an anthology to specific Space Marine Legions of the Pre-Heresy world. The stories will come in short form and be based upon different captains of the World Eaters and Night Lords Legions. They will center around these specific Legions for the main cause that i think they are not put into open light enough for most of the Reader's of 40k to understand their true natures better. The beginning of this, as you are about to read, is a prologue of the Gears and Death Codex. I have turned this story to become something different. So sit back and close your eyes. Imagine you are in the deepest parts of a ruined library upon a heresy devastated world. Your search provides nothing but as you leave you notice a dusty old book sitting off to the side. You sit down and read the cover.... Gears and Death: Pacificus Exterminatus Section 1-Bound By Blood Beware! What you hold and grasp in your hands is an archive of two armies of destruction and fear. Within this leather bound pamphlet are a plethora of sotires about heroic, honourable men who bring light to those who have strayed from the Imperial Truth. They are the perfect soldiers in a multiplude of ways. These men are tactically brilliant, strategically perfect, and superbly versatile in all aspects of war. Though as unique they sound, flaws coursed through their esteemed geneseeds. They, when lost to fury, thirst for blood and fear. They lose themselves in an orgasm of pleasure as they split the flesh of their enemies. Too difficult for you to understand? Let me put it in a simple sentence for you. They love to kill. There better for you and your dull cranium? Look at me, getting off topic. Now, realistically, not all of them give in to this addiction of carnage. The senior veterans are whom I mostly infer about. They have learned to quench this "impulse". Then there are those who haven't. Evidence Alpha, Captain Kharn of the 8th Assault Company. A bloodthirsting chap, he is the pure definition of mayhem. I will warn you now, this next passage includes a vivid description rich with blood, gore, and mindless death. I highly recommend you skip ahead and not take the daring challenge of enlightnening yourself to this raving husk of a lunatic killer. The following, move on now, information is a recording, go before it is to laye, Captain Kharn made by Brother Sergeant Toren Aveno of Socia Squad( 7th Company). 539.29th Squad: Socia Call Sign: Reaver I.D.: Brother Sergeant Toren Aveno C.L.: Nevras Terrace(Sniper Cover) Begin 3....2.....1 _______________________________ All around me I sense death. The rotten stench of decay assails my nostrils, I hear the soft moaning of those around me dying a slow and painful death. They pray for slavation, but no placid thoughts reach them, only the call of an inevitable death. I taste the blood upon my lips and smile ferally. The rich, scarlet fluid revitalizes my reflexes and draws the fatigue away from my sore body. I feel the cold sensation of the limp corpse beside me as it gently rolls upon my ceraminte armour. Cold, hating, glazed eyes stare out at me hauntingly. All around me I see hell. Though that term should go to my Captain, Kharne. I watch emotionlessly and unabashed as he tears his foes apart with his chainaxe. I watch as he feints to the right and quickly decaptitates his closest adversary. He then parries one blow and in retaliation sinks his axe staright into his opponents chest. The smell of burnt flesh permeates the air and large chunks of bloody, red, flesh fly out of the gaping chest wound. (I told you to skip[ ahead). Kharn then releases his axe and inholsters his storm bolter in one quick fluid motion. With deadly accuracy he shoots at three targets simultaneously hitting each one in the right eye and exploding outwards. The three bodies hit the ground, leaking cranial fluids and tattered, pulpy brain like tissue, but whats worse is my Captian actually kneels down and begins to eat the red covered, violet organ. I turn and retch as I watch him chew slowly, as if savouring the taste of the fallen victim's brain. My Captain, Kharne. The Lord of Blood. Recording Ends. . You went on and read that last recording didn't you? That just goes to show that sometimes you should listen to fair warnings. Well, anywho, that last recording should have shown you some insight as to what the World Eaters are all about. I know that some of you wonder how can I refer to them as honourable after that but, as you read further and further into this startling codex of death you will learn to fear and recoil at the mere mention of the World Eaters esteemed name. John Pallor "Reaver" Imperial Guardsmen Supreme Commander Ck:440 |
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