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Hey all, this is my Daemonhunter story of which i started about 2 months ago. I finished it and i want to know what you guys think, if you have the time to read it ^_^ .The beginning is a little weird, reading back on it now, but bare with me.
Hope you enjoy. Any comments and criticism are welcome.
5th Company Grey Knights
By Alex Riel
"We are sentenced to die the day we are born, but nor shall we rest until our adversaries themselves are dead"
Led by Grand Master Xavernus Bartolomaeus Tobias, the 5th Company Grey Knights are made up of men that all share a similarity in some way, they are all brothers for the fact that each one of them are tied together in the same fate
Grand Master Xavernus Tobias gazed out across the open grounds between himself and his chaotic adversary. The sight that would strike fear into other armies, but not this one. The sight of Thousands of corrupted souls and hundreds of servants of chaos who have witnessed horrors that will leave a man scarred for life. Screams of pain and torment deep from within the enemy lines could be heard by the Grey Knights, who were hundreds of feet away. Grand Master Xavernus has faced many armies like this before, but this one was something else. This was their quest; every day of their lives has been leading up to this moment, this is the day they clash in battle with the legion that caused the doomsday of every soldier under his command. This was to be their judgment day; this is the story of the 5th Company Grey Knights.
[2550354.M55] Dynosius System. A fleet of Chaos ships spotted near Dynosius II â€“ Chaotic fleets invade the Dynosius System, taking over Dynosius I, V, VI, and III â€“ Imperial Ships clash with the Chaos ships â€“ The Imperial Ships are destroyed by the Chaotic Fleet â€“ The fleet continues to invade the Dynosius System â€“ The fleet of Chaos has taken over the Dynosius System for an exception of, Dynosius II and VII â€“ The planets inhabitants defend themselves from the Chaos â€“ Dynosius II has been taken over â€“ An unknown vessel is heading towards Dynosius VII.
A single Grey Knight ship barrels through space towards the Dynosius System to defend the last planet from being seized by the Chaos. A squad of nine Grey Knights, and one Justicar, move through the narrow hallways of the vessel, reciting all of their six hundred and sixty six secret words. Candles lighted the hallway; the Grey Knights bowed their heads, completely focusing his mind on the task a head of him, clearing himself of any flaw that might affect himself or his other brethren in battle. The hallway drew closer to the teleport pentagram, the Justicar started up his power weapon, and the electricity reflected a blue gaze across the sacred armor of the Grey Knights. A light started to appear at the end of the hallway. As the Grey Knights drew closer to the opening of the corridor, the streams of light flowed across the faces of the Grey Knights, blinding them for a moment. They strode into a sacred chamber hidden within the ship. There was a large teleport pad in the middle of the floor. The Grey Knight Justicar led his squad into the center of the pentagram.
They each completely cleared their minds and focused in on their task ahead of them. They were to go in and extract a certain civilian that was of great importance, and destroy all forms of chaos that stood in their path. The Tech-Priest adjusted the controls for the beginning of the teleport sequence. The Grey Knights prepared themselves for what was about to happen to them, both mentally and physically. No one liked the feeling of teleporting, not even the Grey Knights, the cold, the split second of being sent through the warp itself. The Tech-Priest looked up at the Grey Knights, which told them that he had prepared the pentagram for teleportation. Electricity began to crackle, the air shimmered, and the air around them became ice cold. The Grey Knights physical selves, for a split second, were in the warp.
The Grey Knights appeared on the outskirts of a city, which was pretty much, nothing but flame and ruin. To the east the Grey Knights saw the pawns of Chaos moving into the city. As the Knights started moving towards the city, they felt the presence of their objective, although far away, they knew this person was to be of great use to the Imperium against Chaos. It was Brother-Captain Stern himself whole told the Grey Knights of this person, he did not mention what age he was, what this person looked like, all he told them was that they would feel his presence once on this planet.
The Grey Knights were now only about 50 meters from the city. Some cities had buildings and homes leading into the heart or middle of the city, which was then abundant with huge towers, and large buildings. But in this city, there were no small buildings leading up to the middle. When you entered the city, you really entered it; it was like you walked right into the middle of everything. The Grey Knights moved up to the first building, the Justicar searched for the presence of their objective. After finding him, the Justicar told his Knights to move westward into the city.
After the Grey Knights moving about 10 blocks, and having a few unfortunate encounters with some daemons, they were getting closer. The presence of the life form was stronger than ever. But the Grey Knights knew that the closer they got the closer they were getting to the Chaos army. The Grey Knights turned around a corner and there, in front of them, were thirteen Chaos Space Marines.
â€œDie you traitors!!â€? yelled the Justicar, and he threw himself forward into the Chaos Space Marines. The rest of the Grey Knights yelled out a battle cry and followed their Justicar. The Chaos Marines were forced into a defensive position, and only let out a couple of bursts from their bolters, but it was not enough as the Grey Knights forced them into close combat. The marines were no matches for the Knights. The Justicar thrust his nemesis force weapon into one of the marines, he let out a scream of pain as he then swung it out of him and slashed the marine next to him, across the chest. A Grey Knight charged one of the marines to the ground and stuck his weapon into his flesh. The remaining marines started to run away like cowards,
â€œBrother Marcus!â€? the Justicar mentioned to the Knight standing next to him, â€œtake care of thatâ€?.
The Knight raised his storm bolter and blew apart the remaining marines that were trying to escape. The Justicar then realized how close the life form was to him and his Knights. He focused then looked up at his Knights and said,
â€œâ€¦Heâ€™s moving fast,â€? the Justicar told his Knights, â€œand heâ€™s heading straight for usâ€?. The Justicar moved a block and turned a corner, his Knights followed. Sure enough, there was a truck barreling down the alley where they turned. The truck squealed to a stop right in front of the Justicar who didnâ€™t even flinch.
â€œGet out of the road you idiot!â€? yelled the driver of the truck, the Justicar walked up to the driverâ€™s side window, and peered in at the man, The driver fell silent, he was in awe at what was looking at him. The Justicar stared at the man trying to see inside him. The driver did not look at him for fear that if he met the eyes of the Justicar he would break down, he felt the power of him and it scared him dearly.
â€œThis isnâ€™t himâ€? the Justicar said to his Knights, he looked at the back of the truck and saw a blanket covering the vehicles box.
â€œWhat do you have in there?â€? the Justicar mentioned to the driver. He said nothing. The Justicar gave a signal to one of his Knights to go check. The Justicar kept looking at the driver who had his eyes fixed on the floor. The Knight reached to the blanket covering the box and tore it off. It was covering five people, an elderly man, a couple and their infant who was crying, and a child who was no more than four. The Knight gazed at all of them; he knew that one of these people was the one they have been looking for because he could feel it. He looked deep inside of each person, and finally looked upon the little boy. The Knights eyes grew astounded at what he saw, the boy looked back up at the Knight, his eyeâ€™s a little watery.
â€œJusticar Valiusâ€? the Grey Knight said
â€œWhat is it Brother Reece?â€?
â€œWe found what weâ€™ve been looking forâ€? the Knight replied. Justicar Valius strode over to where Brother Reece was standing,
â€œThe boy sirâ€? the Knight said. The Justicar scanned the five civilians and stared at the boy. The Justicarâ€™s jaw dropped a little,
â€œThis cant be him, why heâ€™s just a boy,â€? the Knight thought to himself, but he was sure of it that it was he who they have been searching for.
â€œBrother Marcus come here please,â€? Justicar Valius said
â€œWeâ€™re bringing that boy with usâ€?
Brother Marcus knew what he meant, even he could feel the power of the boy, the Knight reached over to the boy, no one in the back of the truck did anything, they were too scared to ask or even move. Brother Marcus picked up the boy, who began to cry. The Knight sat him on the edge of the truck and looked at him, and said,
â€œDo not fear me boy, there are many more things in this world that are scarier than meâ€?
â€œBrother Reece, take care of whatâ€™s left of them,â€? Justicar Valius said, â€œthe Chaos are close, Knights, lets get out of here, the Thunderhawk will be here soon. Our extraction point is this wayâ€?. The Knights followed their Justicar, and Brother Marcus picked up the child and soon followed. Brother Reece went opened the driverâ€™s side door, pulled out the man, and dragged him to the back of the truck, then put him with the others. The Knight mumbled a little prayer, and then raised his Storm Bolter, and let out five bolts, which instantly killed each one of them. Some times he felt as though this was wrong, but he kept telling himself that no one could know of himself and his brethren.
The Knight looked up and saw Chaos coming towards him, hundreds of daemons and marines. The Knight started moving backwards, and ran to catch up with his brothers.
â€œJusticar Valius!â€? yelled the Knight,
â€œWhat is it Brother Reece?â€?
â€œChaos, hundreds of them, heading this directionâ€?
â€œWe will get to our extraction point, and make a stand there,â€? the Justicar said, â€œits only a few blocks from here, so lets pick up the pace.â€?
Five minutes later, the Knights turned into an open area, where there was a large gray building, about four stories tall, with a flat roof big enough for a Thunderhawk to land. The Knights moved into the building and went up to the roof. There was a ledge along the top that covered the Knights up to their chests. The Knights set up along the roof, ready to fight. In the distance they saw their Chaos adversary, moving in. The Knights were going to be completely surrounded.
â€œThis is it Brothers,â€? yelled Justicar Valius, â€œprepare yourselves, for this may be the day where there is no tomorrow for us.â€?
The Knights stood ready, scanning the buildings and streets. Off in the distance, the daemons were moving in closer.
â€œBrother Marcus!â€? the Justicar called for one of his Knights,
â€œYes my liege?â€? Brother Marcus replied,
â€œMove down two floors, and hold there.â€?
Without question the Knight moved towards the door leading to the stairs that led into the building.
â€œBrother Alexander!â€? Justicar Valius called for another of his Knights, â€œGo with Brother Marcus, for he will need some assistance.â€?
The two Knights, walked down two flights of stairs. They both moved to a window facing the oncoming enemy. They both looked at one another and accepted the fact that this may be the last time they ever fought with each other. Both Knights have been friends ever since the Daemonhunters recruited them; theyâ€™ve fought side by side in many battles. They always watched each otherâ€™s backs.
The legion was drawing nearer, they were in range, but Justicar Valius told his Knights not to open fire until the enemy was in the open between their building and the others. The opening was about fifty meters, but it would not matter, for the amount of Chaos that there was. The gap would be quickly closed. The Knights poised their storm bolters, ready to fire. The Justicar watched closely for as soon as the first foe started to run across that no-manâ€™s land, he would signal his Knights. Thirty meters. Twenty Meters. Ten meters. Five Meters. The Chaos Marines tore open from the midst of the cover of the buildings.
â€œOpen fire!!!â€? screamed Justicar Vallius. The Knights started blazing away at the array of filth and scum that was of the Chaos. Bolter fire of the ten Knights ripped open whatever came in the path of it. No armor of the marines held up enough to hold two shots. Brother Marcus and Alexander, both shot through their windows, doing their best to try and take out the flanks of the enemy. Brother Reece on the rooftop looked to his left and saw in the distance more daemons moving in on the Knights left flank. He then looked to his right and saw the same thing. It seemed as though he was not the only one who noticed this, Justicar Valius told the rest of his Knights to move out around the complete edges of the building. Brother Reece wondered why his Justicar wanted a complete three-sixty of the building; so all Knights would be firing in all directions. It suddenly hit him; he slowly looked behind him and saw hundreds of Chaos marines moving in from behind them. The Knight turned back to his task at hand. The Grey Knights were now completely surrounded my thousands of pawns of Chaos. They knew that theyâ€™re only way out now was by the Thunderhawk, for they hoped would arrive soon. Meanwhile, the little boy was sitting in a corner one floor down from the roof. Crying with his head in his knees, he did not move. One of the Knights had earlier told him to keep his eyes fixed on the cemented floor of the building, but that did not help the terror that met his ears. The screams and sounds of battle was hard enough on a child, he did not need the sight that would have met his eyes if he looked out the window. The boy lifted his head out from his knees, and looked around the room. It wasnâ€™t really a room, for the building was new and had not been installed with dividers to actually make rooms; it was just on big floor with a stairwell in the middle. The boy looked up and to his right at the window that was above him. He sat there staring at the window for about a minute, wondering what the site the Knights above him were looking at, he wanted to see the enemy that had destroyed his home and relatives.
The child was suddenly filled with hate, and had the courage to stand up. He slowly turned his body, and looked out the window. The childâ€™s eyes grew large in horror. He could not move. He was frozen in fear. The site that was held in front of him was not meant for someone of his age. He suddenly collapsed to the ground. He inched towards the corner, his safe corner. He dropped his head onto his knees, and once again, began to cry.
The Chaos were drawing ever closer to the walls of the building, Brother Marcus and Brother Alexander have stopped their shooting and moved on either side of the pillar in the middle of the room where the stair well was. The Knights prepared themselves, knowing now that they probably might not make it through this. Brother Alexander then realized something, the boy is right above them, if the chaos break through, and the rest of the Knights are on the roof, nothing is preventing the daemons from getting the child. So the Knight ran up a flight of stairs, and found the child in a corner. He moved over to him, the boy looked at the Knight,
â€œWhatâ€™s going to happen to us?â€? the boy asked the Grey Knight, â€œAre we going to die?â€? Brother Alexander looked into the childâ€™s watery eyes and said,
â€œYou are not going to die here, none of us are, and we will be leaving here very soon.â€? Knowing that this was probably not entirely true, because he knew his duty was to protect this child at all costs, even if it meant laying down his own life for him. All the Knights here trusted the word of their Grand Master, and if this boy is as important as their Grand Master says he is, then there is no doubt in any of the Knights minds that they might have to lay down their lives for the cause of protecting this child.
Reassured, the boy felt a little better. The Knight picked him up and carried him to the roof, and sat him down in a safe place, away from harm.
â€œThank you sir.â€? The boy said. The Knight looked into his face and said nothing. The Knight went to join his Brother Knight two floors down.
â€œThey are coming,â€? Brother Marcus, said to Brother Alexander, â€œthey have just entered the building.â€? The Knights prepared themselves for close combat.
The Chaos were storming up the stairs and clearing out each floor and their way. The Knights stood, each staring at the side of the stairwell of which their enemy would be coming out of. The only way to get to the next floor was to be through the Knights. They could hear the running of feet up stairs, the air began to grow colder, and it seemed to get a little darker. Then just as the first marine appeared out of the stairwell, the Knights started blasting them apart. Brother Marcus yelled a battle cry and charged the marines. He took a huge swing of his Nemesis Force Weapon, slicing four marines across the chest. Brother Alexander was taking more of a defensive position, shooting his Storm Bolter at the evil traitors until they came close enough for him to start close combat. Brother Marcus was trying to prevent himself from being outflanked and surrounded, slicing another marine down the middle while shooting others that were coming at him at the same time.
This had been going on for about ten minutes without the Knights being forced to fall back. Brother Alexander had engaged in close combat and was fighting off the Chaos the best that he could. Brother Marcus stabbed a marine to his right, and blasted his Storm Bolter in the face at an oncoming daemon. Tearing his weapon out of the marine, he knocked a marine to the ground with the staff of his weapon. He raised his Force weapon, ready to thrust his blade into the defenseless man on the ground. A bullet tore through his armor, and into his flesh. Stunned the Knight continued his task, after pulling his weapon out of the chest of the marine, he once again, got shot though the center of his chest. The Knight fell to his knees, and through his weapon straight through the chest of the marine that had shot him. With his last ounce of strength he, stood up and threw himself into the marine next to his, and punched his face in. Just then a marine had ran up to him from behind and thrust a knife into his back.
Feeling his kinsman life force fading away, Brother Alexander fell back, up to the next floor. Feeling sorrow for his fellow Knight, Brother Alexander lost all feeling, and recklessly fought the Chaos in the stairwell. Not knowing that he had all ready been shot in the leg and wounded multiple times, he took no notice to it and fought, as his own Justicar had said earlier, like there was no tomorrow.
It has been neither 400 years since that fateful day on that planet, but still Grand Master Xavernus Bartolomaeus Tobias recalls it as if it were nor two days ago. The life of some of his rescuers gave to save him. He still remembers the two Knights that lost their lives, every detail of their faces implanted in his memory, he could see them as though they were standing right in front of him at that very moment.
He knew the ways of his chapter, and that those Knights did what they were sent to do without hesitation. Many Knights die fighting the forces of Chaos, many Knights under his own command. Every loss of a Grey Knight is tragic, but he always thought. When was it going to be his turn?
There was a knock on the door of the Grand Masters chamber. A servant of his named Thrasius stood in the doorway.
â€œMy lord, it is time.â€? He said.
â€œThrasius, you have been a friend of mine for many years, you know that at any given time my life may come to an end, do not be ashamed you do not need to hide it.â€?
Even though the servant had said nothing the Grand Master could feel, his feelings.
â€œNothing gets past you my lord,â€? Thrasius said, â€œbut this task that lays before you is nothing more than pure suicide, you mustnâ€™t do this.â€?
â€œThrasius, this is my destiny, and this is a battle of my choosing. So if my life be taken on this day, then it is nothing of suicide. I would rather die, fighting this battle than any other. It is time that my destiny, whether life or death, be shown to me.â€?
Thrasius bowed to his liege, â€œForgive my weakness my lord.â€?
â€œDo not think of it, let us live these last few moments together as a friend to friend.â€? Replied Grand Master Tobias, â€œNow, are the Knights ready?â€?
â€œThey are ready to follow you to what bitter end might await you.â€?
The Grand Master started towards the door, his servant carrying his sword behind him. They walked down the corridor lit with candles, until they reached a circular room. Around the room where five Grey Knight Terminators, who were to be the Grand Masters retinue in battle. Tobias walked into the center of the room. The Terminators moved to either side of their master and his servant followed behind. A door covered in sacred scripts slid open. The retinue moved through it, it lead into an arched hallway made from bricks of marble. Light shining through the slits in the sides of the walls, lit up the corridor enough for the Knights to see where they were going.
They stopped at a door made of solid steel, it did not seem cold and hard, but soft and warm with intricate designs carved on to it. The door opened and the retinue was met by mass of silver armor, which was gleaming in the light shining through the windows of the large chamber they just entered. They walked on a ramp towards the center of the hall. The Knights bowed their heads with great respect as the Grand Master walked past them. They stepped up onto a very large teleportation pad; the Terminators formed a semi circle around their Grand Master. His servant went on one knee and presented his force weapon to him, he then walked backwards off the ramp and to the side. The Grand Masterâ€™s company was made up of 1500 Inquisitorial Storm Troopers, who were already at the battle site, doing some light skirmishing. About 100 vehicles, Rhinoâ€™s, Chimeraâ€™s, Land Raiders, Dreadnoughts. And then about 50 Grey Knights who were filing up and moving onto the teleportation pad. In a few minutes time they would meet the rest of the army on a daemon planet infested with pawns of Chaos.
The Tech-Priests were starting up the pentagram, readying it. The Tech-Priests looked up and moved backwards about fifteen feet away from the pad. The Knights were blinded by a blue light of electricity, and were sent through the warp. The Knights reappeared in this out-post in the middle of a crowd of Storm Troopers. The Grand Master looked around the desolate planted they had appeared on. It was nothing but dust and gravel with little vegetation, and a blood red sky. The army stared at the man, ready for their orders.
â€œMy fellow brothers!â€? the Grand Master spoke aloud to the crowd, â€œThis task before us, is our destiny! It was fixed the day were came into this world. So do not think back to earlier days and wondered if you might have not made a decision that led you here, because our fate is fixed. Each one of you that stands before me, and to every person next to you, have one thing in common. We were all affected someway by this plague we are about to face. They have destroyed your planet, your family, your home. This legion of Chaos, have destroyed your lives. So you will fight for the vengeance of your loved ones. This will be the last day that this plague will live among this universe!â€?
There was a loud cheer from the crowd. The army started moving out from the out-post. They lined up out side, with the Storm Troopers behind, and the vehicles on the flanks, with the Knights in front. The Grand Master and his Retinue was in the middle of it all. They were ready.
Grand Master Xavernus Tobias gazed out across the open grounds between himself and his chaotic adversary. The sight that would strike fear into other armies, but not this one. The sight of Thousands of corrupted souls and hundreds of servants of chaos who have witnessed horrors that will leave a man scarred for life. Screams of pain and torment deep from within the enemy lines could be heard by the Grey Knights, who were hundreds of feet away. Grand Master Xavernus has faced many armies like this before, but this one was something else. This was their quest; every day of their lives has been leading up to this moment, this is the day they clash in battle with the legion that caused the doomsday of every soldier under his command. This was to be their judgment day.
The Chaotic forces kept advancing forward; they were soon to be in range of the 5th Company. The stormtrooper sergeantâ€™s were calling out battle orders to their troops. In unison, they moved into volley fire position, with the first rank kneeling the next standing, and the one behind him firing through the man in front of him. The rest stood waiting to replace the man in front of them who died. The enemy kept creeping forward, in a slow and steady pace, there seemed to be a dark cloud hovering above the mass of evil.
â€œPrepare to fire!â€? the sergeants yelled, the clicks and clattering of metal sounded as the whole army readied their guns. â€œFire at will!â€? A huge barrage of gunfire, and laser fire filled the air. The recoil of the heavy guns on the flanks rumbled the ground. Just a huge wall of light, with streams of it flying across the open ground was all they could see. Though barley the Grand Master could see the front lines of the enemy, stopped dead in their tracks, falling dead like dominos.
â€œHold your fire!â€? commanded the Grand Master, the barrage of fire stopped in a few seconds. They were blinded by the smoke and dust that filled the air. The Grand Master waited for a minute. Then yelled, â€œFor the Emperor, and the Imperium of Mankind! Charge!!â€?
The army charged through the smoke, preparing themselves for the fight that would await them on the other side of it. The mech-units tore across the ground at the flanks. The smoke was starting to clear. Then, when the 5th Company tore out of the dust, to reveal themselves to their enemy, met a huge mass of bolter fire. Demons tore across the field to meet them. The armies met in a bloody hand-to-hand battle. The Grand Master was no match for the evil that had consumed them, with his Knights at his side, he was invincible. Tearing through the enemy, they knew they had a long way to go.
The battle went on for hours, no one knew who was winning, the air around them had once again become thick, and hard to see. The Grand Master was sure that the end was drawing near; he could not feel the amount of life and evil that there had once been before. All ready wounded many times, the Grand Master kept pushing on, fighting for the Emperor. His faith was unmatched, and he knew it would be hard to take him down. The enemies around him began to thin out, the sound of fighting and death began to fade. Cutting up the last few of the demons around him, the Grand Masters wounds were bad. Not knowing if he had prevailed or not, clutching his side, the Grand Master began walking around, stepping over the dead bodies, and blood stained ground. The smoke began to clear, nothing but dead corpses he saw. Seeing only a portion of the battlefield, he began to wonder if he was the only one left. Fearing the fact that he led his Knights to a death that he did not share himself. The Grand Master began to make out shapes through the smoke. The shapes grew larger, as they moved nearer to him. The Grand Master saw that the shapes were his retinue of Terminators.
â€œMy lord?â€? one of them said looking at the gaping wound in his Grand Masters side, â€œAre you alright?â€?
â€œI should be fine Demetrius.â€? He replied. The smoke suddenly cleared and they peered out across the battlefield. For thousands of feet all they could make out was a mass of dead bodies lying on the ground. They were the only ones left.
The Grand Master fell to his knees, and stuck his sword into the ground. He could feel the life fading from him. He lied down on his back, waiting for death to take him. His faithful Terminators, kneeled down around him, and bowed their heads, accepting the fate of their Lord. The Grand Masterâ€™s eyes close, and the last breath of his body left him. A single tear ran across the Terminators face, as they picked him up and carried him back to the out-post, for he would be buried among the heroes at their home on Titan.
Among the vast battlefield, all that was left was the sword of a god.
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Is it just another one of those, allmighty, pure and good defenders of evil, Space Marine stories ?
an interesting end for an interesting man. so are you going to base an army on these knights?
it was a good story man; having read the original three chapters i allready knew it would be good...
Take my love, take my land, take me to where I cannot stand; I don't care I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me.
"The difference between gods and daemons largely depends upon where one is standing at the time."- Lorgar
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That's a great story with a pretty sound background. You built up the scenes and the roles of the characters brilliantly, which is something i've been doing in my own writing. Nice conclusion with some good choices of words. You should definately try to use that story to build an army around, it would be great.
Thanks for the insight guys, and yes my Knights are built around this story, specifically the last battle, the bases are all brown/red dust
I think you made the Chaos marines a little too weak. A Grey Knight shouldn't be able to kill 4 in one swipe. Bit that's okay because I think Chaos are scum and should all die
where does it say that in the story? really i cant remember
EDIT: Ah ha! i found it, yes i did type that but i didnt say that they died :shifty: I know its a bit unrealistic but its not really based on what would happen in an actual game, because that could never happen on the table. Besides, take a look at that big strapping guy in my avatar, dont you think he may be capable of doing something like that
Well written and I always like a story with grey knights killing daemons.
A few things I would change though. Reading it, I get the sense of a old school knights on horses and chivalry and not so much in the flow of Warhammer 40k.
Second, the psykic aspect of grey knights I thought was missing. I have always imagined grey knights to be able to sense each other as well as the any chaos though their innate abilities.
Finally, the use unit designation like 5th company etc. Strikes me as wrong when used with grey knights. Why? Unit designation implies obedience due to rank not ability.
That was my impression of it. Take it for what it's worth.
it's very good work. I love it actually.
but the storm bolters just tearing power armour to pieces in a couple of secs... come on mate