The mall was empty. The levels were cleared, and the plans of the robed ones were proceeding excellently. The Scions had been incapacitated, their powers locked away. One of them number had escaped, and in their arrogance, the cultists of the Black One, Surtr, had ignored him. It was to be their gravest, and last mistake.
Guards were deployed near the exits, armed with sub-machineguns. The local police force had been subdued, the Magos of the cult assuming the form of the Chief, and mindwashing the rest of the enforcers, thus bolstering the ranks of the cult with capable warriors and a considerable arsenal of conventional firearms.
But this
Alexander took short, heavy breaths. The weight of his armor forced him to hunch, and for the first time in his life, his sword felt heavy within his own grip. His eyes darted about, weary that his predator had not abandoned him yet. For the first time in his relatively short life, Alexander Adlerhof was the prey, not the hunter. His long blonde hair were slick with blood-- his own, and that of the enemies he had managed to fell. Cold, striking blue eyes endlessly searched for the soon-to-come danger, while his right arm fell limp. Ichor rushed to supplement the young man's blood. Wounds that would have crippled lesser men many times over wer
Arbitrator Tersius was leaning against the waiting chamber's wall, a lho-stick hanging from his lips. The dusty room was illuminated only by a single gaslamp, and the old, torn sofa was far too dirty for his tastes. Not to mention that Adalis was lounging on it, playing with his deck's cards. Tersius shot a glare at him, to which Adalis responded with a devilish grin. The two acolytes were not working together in the same Cell, but they served the same Inquisitor. Tersius wondered why Thrask would ever hire a scum like Adalis. The short man with rowdy brown hair was nothing more than a pretty face that couldn't even handle a real weapon, and
The fleet approaches
A battle that will shake the galaxy begins
Terra will be ours
Death to the False Emperor!
Khorne, Slaanesh, Tzeentch and Nurgle
Bestow me with your gifts
Let not one loyalist stand
Our names will be eternally revered!
Horus Lupercal
Hear the billions scream my name
Horus Lupercal
Witness the loyalists being put to the flame
Horus Lupercal
In this galaxy there is only war!
When the traitor's hand strikes
It strikes with the strength of a Legion
And when the Legions march to Terra
The Dark Gods will drink deep of their souls
Death to the False Emperor!
As we kill
speak but one name
Fill your soul with
Brother-Chaplain Thanatus stalked through the long halls leading to the Oratorium within the Fortress Monastery of the Alfa Legion. On his right pauldron was the mark of the 12th Company, and his armor was painted in the traditional symbolic black. Over it was the golden-threaded mantle given to him when he joined the order of the Swiftbreaker Chaplains. Behind him scurried two servitors, carrying his Crozium and a large tome.
His skull-helmet's visors flashed red as he relived the memories of the last week's battle. While patrolling Swedesian space, the Strike Cruiser attached to the 12th Company had come across a Warhost of Eldar
A hypothetical debate. by Thanatus-kun, literature
Literature
A hypothetical debate.
A man is walking down a street. The man loves eating chocolate cake. He just can't live without it. Outside a pastry, he sees a sign saying: "We offer a completely free piece of chocolate cake inside the shop. Just ask the cashier." When he reads that, the man becomes all excited and quickly enters the shop. He approaches the counter and addresses the young lady that appears to be the cashier. "Excuse me", he says. "But I believe you are handing out free chocolate cake. I'd like some of that." With a wide smile on her face, the cashier responds, "Why sure, just give me a minute."
After a few minutes, the cashier returns with a plate of somet
The mall was empty. The levels were cleared, and the plans of the robed ones were proceeding excellently. The Scions had been incapacitated, their powers locked away. One of them number had escaped, and in their arrogance, the cultists of the Black One, Surtr, had ignored him. It was to be their gravest, and last mistake.
Guards were deployed near the exits, armed with sub-machineguns. The local police force had been subdued, the Magos of the cult assuming the form of the Chief, and mindwashing the rest of the enforcers, thus bolstering the ranks of the cult with capable warriors and a considerable arsenal of conventional firearms.
But this
Alexander took short, heavy breaths. The weight of his armor forced him to hunch, and for the first time in his life, his sword felt heavy within his own grip. His eyes darted about, weary that his predator had not abandoned him yet. For the first time in his relatively short life, Alexander Adlerhof was the prey, not the hunter. His long blonde hair were slick with blood-- his own, and that of the enemies he had managed to fell. Cold, striking blue eyes endlessly searched for the soon-to-come danger, while his right arm fell limp. Ichor rushed to supplement the young man's blood. Wounds that would have crippled lesser men many times over wer
Arbitrator Tersius was leaning against the waiting chamber's wall, a lho-stick hanging from his lips. The dusty room was illuminated only by a single gaslamp, and the old, torn sofa was far too dirty for his tastes. Not to mention that Adalis was lounging on it, playing with his deck's cards. Tersius shot a glare at him, to which Adalis responded with a devilish grin. The two acolytes were not working together in the same Cell, but they served the same Inquisitor. Tersius wondered why Thrask would ever hire a scum like Adalis. The short man with rowdy brown hair was nothing more than a pretty face that couldn't even handle a real weapon, and
The fleet approaches
A battle that will shake the galaxy begins
Terra will be ours
Death to the False Emperor!
Khorne, Slaanesh, Tzeentch and Nurgle
Bestow me with your gifts
Let not one loyalist stand
Our names will be eternally revered!
Horus Lupercal
Hear the billions scream my name
Horus Lupercal
Witness the loyalists being put to the flame
Horus Lupercal
In this galaxy there is only war!
When the traitor's hand strikes
It strikes with the strength of a Legion
And when the Legions march to Terra
The Dark Gods will drink deep of their souls
Death to the False Emperor!
As we kill
speak but one name
Fill your soul with
Brother-Chaplain Thanatus stalked through the long halls leading to the Oratorium within the Fortress Monastery of the Alfa Legion. On his right pauldron was the mark of the 12th Company, and his armor was painted in the traditional symbolic black. Over it was the golden-threaded mantle given to him when he joined the order of the Swiftbreaker Chaplains. Behind him scurried two servitors, carrying his Crozium and a large tome.
His skull-helmet's visors flashed red as he relived the memories of the last week's battle. While patrolling Swedesian space, the Strike Cruiser attached to the 12th Company had come across a Warhost of Eldar
A hypothetical debate. by Thanatus-kun, literature
Literature
A hypothetical debate.
A man is walking down a street. The man loves eating chocolate cake. He just can't live without it. Outside a pastry, he sees a sign saying: "We offer a completely free piece of chocolate cake inside the shop. Just ask the cashier." When he reads that, the man becomes all excited and quickly enters the shop. He approaches the counter and addresses the young lady that appears to be the cashier. "Excuse me", he says. "But I believe you are handing out free chocolate cake. I'd like some of that." With a wide smile on her face, the cashier responds, "Why sure, just give me a minute."
After a few minutes, the cashier returns with a plate of somet
Ohai dA. I beleve that we already know each other. If we don't, then allow me to introduce myself: I am Tzeentch. My hobbies include roleplaying games (my favorite one is FATAL) and vidya games (my favorite is FATAL: The Video Game) and also watch animu and read mango (my favorite mango is FATAL: Watashi no Nippuru wa dai harudo, or for you baka gaijin-- FATAL: My nipple is very hard). As you can see, I am also fluent in Japanese. I am also an ardent fan of heavy metal (my favorite band is Nickelback) and I love to play Warhammer 40k because the prices of the models are cheap and the quality is always top knotch. I play Squats on the tabletop.
Favourite Visual Artist
You are.
Favourite Movies
Inquisitor (IT'S NOT EVEN OUT YET.)
Favourite TV Shows
F*ck Television.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Sabaton
Favourite Books
Eisenstein, Legend (David Gemmel), Helsreach and pretty much an kind of sci-fi or fantasy book.
Favourite Writers
Dan Abnett, David Gemmel
Favourite Games
Too many to be listed here.
Favourite Gaming Platform
Fuck platforms, PC has pr0n.
Tools of the Trade
Every single thing I could pull out of my ass. And there's a shit load of stuff down there (PUN INTENTED)
Hi guys! It's been a long time since I've updated, but I am making progresses in writing a small story that I'd been planning to do for quite a while. It's based on the the Dornian Heresy alternate setting, and I'm planning on keeping it rather short if I can help it. I think the first Chapter should be up by the end of August, and the rest will come... Probably in the next summer. ^^
++As the Arch-Traitor Dorn begins his siege of the Imperial Palace, the galaxy is thrown into turmoil. The beginnings of a great conflict are already beginning to show-- on the fertile world of Screithor Ultra, a world recently conquered by the Blood Angels, a
As celebration for my 17th birthday, I thought I'd pick some of my online buddies and run an online Deathwatch campaign on a site called Roll20, where you can play RPGs online with a map and stuff. Fun guaranteed!
Be sure to leave a comment if you're interested, along with the Chapter that you'd like to play, and your favourite Specialty!