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Hey everyone. The chaos project (view link in sig if you are not familiar with it) members have made some fluff about their main characters. Being extremely corrupt little chaos people we couldn't help but make it competitive :shifty: . So below are the entrant's fluff and you will be able to vote for your favorite in the poll.
Here we go--
Soviet_Tau_Commander:detonation05Vlad is Lord of the World Eater's fith company.
He is an ancient combatant who first caught Khorne's favor at the battle for Terra during the Horus Heressy. He had single handedly fought off more Space Marines than anyone in his squad; including the squad Sergeant. When the forces of Horus retreated from Holy Terra, Vlad had to forcebly be draged away from battle.
Vlad quickly asserted his place as Aspiring Champion by killing any who would contest him. Vlad gained his title as "the Impaler" by impaling the decapitated body's of his victims on great pikes for all to see.
By the time Abadon came looking for forces to take part in his black crussade, Vlad had attained daemonhood. While still apearing to be normal, Vlad's gifts were numerous. Vlad agreed all too hapily to wage war on the galaxy for Abadon.LordLinkScourge
Mygeeto - a planet used as an outpost for ultramarines
The plague marines, under the command of Lieutenant Isperius had just won a huge battle against a force of ultramarines in the planet of Mygeeto. The remnants of the ultramarines were fleeing now to the extraction points.
Isperius knew they would. He also knew he order. Leave none alive He paused and he told the plague marines to separate into groups and cover the extraction points.
Thirty minutes passed, when finally, a squad of ultramarines were approaching Isperius. He smiled to himself and leapt into the middle of the squad. With a swift motion, his hand grasping the darkblade cut through two of them. His squad of plague marines opened fire on the rest of them. One of them evaded all the bolterfire and turned around and broke into a sprint.
Isperius, grabbed his left hand into his pistol holster and brought out his bolter pistol. He steadied it and fired a single shot. The ultramarine fell into the dirt. He turned to his squadron of plague marines and whispered to them "hunt them down."
Before the day ended, the last of the ultramarines were killed. He turned to his plague marines. He whispered into the air "we are the scourge"danjones87Well heres my short story, enjoy. By the way my friend has a small army called the nebulon warriors led by Jet.
Vein roared as the beast finished thrashing on the ground and at last lay still, bleeding from the many grievous injuries Vein had inflicted. The rewards of Kal Malignan’s arena were often grand, many servants of chaos had entered the arena in the hopes of riches or power, a few even left alive. The beast had been to easy for Vein, it was slow and sluggish, relying on its thick hide to survive as it mangled its victims. Its hide was like paper against Veins furious assault however, every blow more grievous than the last. Round 2 would begin shortly… From the far gate a lowly cultist was forced into the arena, there had to be some kind of trick wondered Vein, A poisoned weapon perhaps?
Taking extra care to avoid the small knife in the cultists hands Vein killed the man in one swift blow. As it died there was a deep laugh, the dead body exploded in blood and before him stood a massive daemon. It drew a great axe and charged Vein, all the while laughing and grinning. Vein side-stepped the first blow and dived as the axe came again with alarming speed. He rolled to avoid a third blow that was already coming down at him. Regaining his feet at the side of the arena he roared and charged, using one claw to trap the axe and the other to stab into his opponents throat. The daemon shrugged off the usually lethal blows as he exerted more and more force into recovering his axe from Veins other claw. The daemon was powerful but Vein had been personally blessed by the immense daemon Naragor and held firm. The contest of might over the axe continued as Vein slowly twisted his arm, wrapping his tail around the axe Vein called upon the powers of his former god to lend him strength, he wrenched the daemonic axe out of his opponents grasp and cast it out of the arena. Without his weapon the daemon was defenceless and Vein used both claws to great effect. While the daemon didn’t bleed and had no essential organs to disembowel Vein still managed to severe limbs and decapitate the daemon.
Vein strode to the arena exit, exhausted, Tarius would have to complete the 3rd round for him. The prize would be lesser but he could not go on after pitting strength against the daemon. At the exit two pitch black marines awaited him, blocking his path, from the audience more and more black marines were leaping form the crowd drawing weapons. Pistol fire bounced from Vein’s armour as more and more enemies closed in, intent on killing him. The 2 at the exit drew flamers, forcing him back into the waiting assassins’. Vein stabbed left and right with his claws driving off assassins’ and crippling anyone stupid enough to coming arms reach of his poisoned tail. However even pistols can bring down a lieutenant of chaos if fired en masse. Bolts began slamming into weaker points in Veins armour driving him to his knees, the assassins’ drew swords and clubs and attacked. There was a thunderous boom as Kal Malignan came to Veins aid, using his mighty wings to propel himself through the ranks of marines. Wielding spear and sword to drive the enemy back.
The elites were into the fight now and that all but sealed the fate of the assassins’. Vein smelled the familiar burning wind as Fey choked the life from his victims. Tarius lunged to Veins defence slamming his power fist into enemies, every blow was unstoppable. Uzgard howled with maniacal laughter as he chopped at the enemy. The assassins’ were chopped down in no time as Scyne melted the last of them, Fey walked amongst the dead searching for some means to identify them. At last he found a small token.
“support the nebulon, kill and be killed for the glory of Lord Jet.”
Vein smiled to himself, he knew Jet. There was hunting to be done.TwoHatsMud and rubble flew though the air, disrupted by the fire of heavy artillery. It pattered across the adamantium of Brother Kethlimir Cyro's shoulder guard, he looked down wiping clean the debris, revealing the symbol of his legion, the Iron Skull of Perturbo, after months of fighting Cyros armour was stained with dust, mud and blood of the fallen, friends and foes. The paint had chipped away from his black shoulder pads, leaving bare metal patches.He stared at his shoulder guard, the image filled him with pride, he bore the genes of Perturbo, a great Primarch, it had been eons since he had seen his leader, back on Medrengard. He remembered the days when he had fought by Perturbo's side, in the Great Crusade....
As the fires raged, Cyro lifted his scarred head from the floor, he coughed, trying to clear the dust and dirt from his mouth, his vision was blurred and all he could hear was a ringing in his ears. The shell had impacted less than 10 meters from his position. Rrom what he could see many of his brothers had perished from the blast. Clearing his head, he rose, other survivors were rising to, Brother Sergeant Farlond was gripping the stump were his leg had used to be. "Brother you must retreat we have been caught in a trap, the green skins will come, take the survivors and retreat back to the encampment," Farlond coughed. Cyro could spy the Orks, they had left there dug in position, and were wooping and yelling, firing the shootas into the air in experience, as they sprinted towards their position. "Brothers we must......" Cyro began as he suddenly heard a familiar voice over the din of battle. "Rally my Brothers, we will meet the Xenos scum in the name of the Emperor!" Lord Perturbo the great began, intstantly the scattered Iron Warriors were filled with strength, with their Primarch by their side, who could oppose them? The green skins were close now, only 100 meters. Cyro drew his bolt pistol and unsheathed his combat sword. "Sons of Olympia, Follow me into battle!" Perturbo screemed as he sprinted towards the Orks, showing neither hesitation nor fear. Behind him the Iron Warriors followed; Pride filled Cyro's chest. "For the Emperor!!!" And battle was met in the Emperors name
........It had been a long time since that day, a lot had changed. Oaths had been spat on, brothers had killed each other. But Cyro had remained faithfull to his father, Perturbo had been tricked by the Emperor, and Dorn had turned Olympia against them. Vengeance had to be sought against those who had wronged them. A lascannon energy stream shot above the trench line. A crunching impact, then a dull thud, he knew the sound of a Chimera throwing its tracks. He smiled, Cyros had been seeking revenge for ten thousand years and still he was not satisfied. He stepped on to the firing step, raising his multi-barreled bolter, disembarking guardsmen looked on in terror. Starring down the barrel of his gun, Cyros eyes narrowed. Channeling his vision on the closest guardsmen, he pulled the trigger, firing a single bolt. It hit the guardsman between the eyes, spraying his comrades with the vital contents of his cranium. Stepping up off the firing step, Cyro screamed, raising his mighty power fist into the air. He felt as strong as Perturbo.DodgeMacedar Hive was the largest city on this world, Daedalus Beta, and a huge shipping port for the Imperial Army. The residents of Beta took fierce pride in being the primary source of army rations in the sector. Beta was host to dozens of farming clans, and inter-family confilct was rife. The governor, not originally from Daedalus, mediated between clans with an iron fist. His leadership was unquestionable and his wrath to be feared. However, pride is the deadliest sin, and family wars raged from time to time before Imperial Stormtroopers were called in to silence the lot. It had been a few years since the last war between the two largest family, the Bornes and the Diata, but tensions were high, and any moment the largest conflict yet could erupt out of control. A unit of Imperial Fist Space Marines had been dispatched to the governor, in case the agricultural export was negatively affected by the war. Nothing could go wrong with their chokehold on Macedar, because without Beta's export, the Imperial conquest of the Daedalus sector against the Eldar could not go any further.
Peter of Wareham watched the scene on the dock from a hidden outcrop up on the cliff. The men on the dock were unloading a transport ship, lifting tremendous boxes with relative ease. They were strangers to the village, and altogether a very irregular sight. Earlier in the day, a giant man in plain clothes had shown up and asked if his band could rest for a few days before they took the road north to the hive city. Peter concluded they these men must be relatives of the Diata clan, who were much larger than other farming clans because they came from the wooded and harsh Southlands. Peters family were Bornes, though not by blood. These Diatas hled no contempt and were fiercely grateful for the villages hospitality. They promised to be on their way to Macedar as soon as possible, even though their presence was no burden. In fact, many of the Diata from over the sea were extremely helpful in the village, and when a large Forest Bear attacked the village one night. Forest Bears were huge, malicious animals much feared by the villagers. The Diata farmers amazed Peter; they easily drew the bear out into the open, sourrounded it, and their leader, a bald giant, defeated it armed with only a knife. Peter wondered if he would ever be that strong, he was enthralled by the bald mans courage and strength. At the same time, he grew very fearful. These men were ferocious fighters, terrifying in combat, and if they were Diata, as they claimed, he sincerely hoped not to face their wrath. How could the Bornes win a fight against a family of giants!
A few days later, the transports for the Diata visitors were all loaded and a sincere thanks came from them. Truly, some of the Bornes farmers were sad to see them leave. Peter of Wareham became sullen; he had grown particularly attached to the visitors, especially the bald man, Magnus. Peter had followed Magnus everywhere as he worked unloading the docks. Magnus enjoyed Peters company. In the sternly paternal society of the farming life, Peter had been outcast; his father had died soon after his birth. His mother had tried to teach him values, but an unleashed child could not be tamed. He fought often with other children, and even scarred the face of another when the child mocked Peters father. He was known as a ferocious, prideful child, and perhaps this was why he so admired the Diata visitors; they stood their ground honourably to even a Forest Bear! Their courage and strength was greatly esteemed, and missed, by Peter of Wareham.
Meanwhile, the larger Bornes and Diata families gathered in Macedar for the seasonal export. Seas of food and supplies swamped the city-sized shipping zone. Beta had reached an all-time highest export mass, and the enamored governor was forced (quite jubilantly) to call the Imperial Army to ask for more stock transports. It was truly the moment of glory, this shipment would sustain the beleagured Army long enough for them to root the Eldar from the last world in the sector, Coralis. The emissaries from every major family gathered beneath the governor on the main launch pad for the Seasonal Dedication. Huge transport bulk ships gathered in the atmosphere. The Imperial Fists had called a secret meeting, but were on the way, and would be present before any of the leaders of the clans arrived, so they could keep the peace. Nothing seemed to be wrong though, and some Bornes and Diata even mingled happily in the crowd, talking excitedly of the event. Once the family leaders arrived, they could load the ships.
Peter of Wareham watched as the Bornes caravan arrived. He cheered proudly with the whole family as Sedicio Bornes stepped gracefully from the capital car and waved softly. He rose to the governors platform and 2 of the most powerful men in the world shook hands. A huge video screen behind them magnified the view for the millions who had gathered to see the Dedication. As soon as the cheering died down, horror struck. The Diata emissary, shown on the pict-screen talking animatedly into a personal telephone, suddenly screamed out, drawing the attention of everyone. "This is for Prince Diata, you trecherous swine!!" He swiftly drew a finely-crafted pistol and fired three times, instantly killing Sedicio Bornes. The governors shrieked commands were drown out as the entire city erupted in riot. The Diata emissary was ripped apart instantly, and the crowd shifted to crash into itself in an immense, frenzied melee. War had erupted.
In the home of Alexandros Diata, the Prince lay dead, a sword posted through his heart. A women wept softly on the corpse, next to the upright blade. The metal, almost crystal in sheen, reflected brightly under spattered blood. The handle was crafted brilliantly in bronze, rubies adorning the golden pommel. The decoration of the handles end caught the attention of the viewer; a tremendous bright red engraved stone. The Bornes seal.
As the conflict on the pad heightened, the Imperial transport ships voxed for assistance. Landing procedures had begun, and they would have to refuel before they could lift off again. "Ship 2A7Y commencing... Oh my God!" The vox communication was reached in puzzlement and then abruptly cut off. An engineer looked out the window of Ship 2A8F, and fell backwards in horror. Dozens of salvoes of Surface-to-Air rockets spewed from the launch pad, tearing towards the transport ships. They collided heavily with the ships, and the resultant explosions sent rippling shockwaves through the air. The bloodied warriors on the pad had no chance; fully 1/3 of the assembled men died instantly as the tremendous ships crashed and exploded, sending cascades of carnage and debris over the survivors.
The governor lifted his head; he could not move otherwise. He felt that he.. no, he knew that he was dying. Though deaf and without feeling, he sensed the madness around him, and gazed at the sky. It was soaked red with bloodthirst, but suddenly a glimmer! A beacon of hope, the Imperial Fist gunship! They sped from zone to zone, containing the survivors from tearing themselves apart. It landed heavily on the governors pad, blowing clansmen backwards with the force. The governor knew he would survive. It felt good to know that. The Space Marines poured from the gunship, splitting into.. they suddenly stopped and frantically ran from the ship in no order at all. Even the pilot was frenzedly trying to escape through the front windows, what was going on! He never heard it, but saw the face of a fleeing Marine scream "BOMB!" and the governors own face strick with terror. The gunship convulsed and ruptured; flame burst from every pore of the ship, and exploded terribly, the bomb the final piece in the massacre of Macedar Hive. All the Marines died immediately; they could not flee far enough. The governor lapsed into unconciousness again, never to re-awaken.
Peter of Wareham gibbered madly to himself, hidden in the wreckage of a truck outside the pad. Macedar was ruined, Daedalus Beta would never recover. He was old enough to know this. He cowered and wept uncontrollably, until something caught his eye. Pure, black horror gripped him as he peered upon a close hill. Not 100 feet away, figures stood watching the scene of the launch pad. Clad in dark blue armour, with cruel demonic horns and huge weapons, they surveyed the view and began to walk away. One man, the leader, stayed. He turned to look at the wrecked vehicle where Peter was hiding. Tears of fear, knowledge, and madness raged down his cheeks, but he saw the man. Peter of Wareham saw Magnus; saw the Alpha Legion. In that moment, Peter of Wareham knew Chaos.
Without the supplies, the Imperial Army was forced to withdraw. Observational satellites later revealed the Eldar had left long before, and in quite a hurry. Scholars wondered why, and in the following months learned. A huge Tyranid Splinter Fleet crept into the Daedalus sector, and such was its size that it sped uncontested through all defense. The entire sector was lost because Daedalus Beta had torn itself apart. No Imperial scholar has yet to understand why it happened.Some comments would be great too. Thanks again everyone.An Imperial compound had been built on newly conquered land. The Imperial guard had not been threatened in any way since they had colonized the quarter of the planet. They were prosperous, providing a vital trade and communication link in the Imperium. The people were content and lived the high life, but this could all slip through their fingers.
One night, a child woke up screaming. His mother tended to him, he claimed to have had a horrid nightmare. A marine like character with large wings and terrifying claws. It was easily dismissed as a nightmare, fueled by the child’s active imagination. However, the next night, another child woke up screaming, a nightmare, the same nightmare. The inhabitants of the compound were concerned as these nightmares spread, night by night, and it challenged the psychological wellbeing of their children. The commanders of the garrison thought the description was of a chaos sorcerer, so a psycher was commissioned to investigate. However, he detected nothing. This was a bizarre phenomenon, so he left, assuring the populace that he would investigate further.
A week went by and the psycher was still baffled by this mystery. Over the week, the condition had deteriorated. Mothers were exhausted from trying to calm their children, so soldiers took leave to tend to their families. One of the commanders of the garrison had himself, taken time off the one night. It was a particularly dark and foggy night, so apart from being strung out, the garrison had poor visibility. This commander, a commissar, had finally calmed his child down and was on his way outside to catch a breath of fresh air. He walked down the corridor in his house and at the end, in the living room, he saw it. A tall dark, marine like figure, with large wings and terrifying claws. This wasn’t a figment of any child’s imagination. It was Valdraak.
The commissar ran for his door to alert the garrison. Three guardsmen outside waited to hear what the commotion was about. As their commander’s door flung open, the guardsmen watched a set of claws shred the commissar. Others had seen it too and the garrison as now on high alert. The three guardsmen, who were right there, quickly readied their weapons to take shots at the Night Lord, but were hastily butchered by raptors.
Valdraak and his raptors were massacring the garrison who now, foolishly abandoned their walls to save their people, while on the other side of the wall, those who couldn’t fly waited to climb and infiltrate, unnoticed. Defilus and his marines quickly occupied the walls and slaughtered the remaining garrison. Then, while Valdraak and his raptors flew around destroying defenses, Defilus and his marines, swept through the settlement, murdering the soldier’s families. The Night lords had set up the communication system so an Ultra-marine fleet in nearby space could hear all the screams of agony and the terror in the people’s voices.
The dispatched some marines to save the populace, but when they got there, they only found burnt out buildings and heaped bodies, mutilated and with expressions of terror on their faces. The last thing, these people had seen was the horrifying terror and unbelievable speed used by these Night Lords, lead primarily by Valdraak.
All the stories are good, but in the end I had to decide between LordLink and danjones87. I chose danjones87 because of the mix preheresy and post heresy, it ties the whole thing together in an easy to read and effective piece of writing.
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That's a lot of effort put into that fluff two-hats. Well done.
This is open to the public by the way. Feel free to contribute to the chaos project!
go to my journal everyone!!! From there follow the link to the ultimate chaos fluff and the full story of Vein's Elite. it is much longer and better than one short story.
Last edited by LordLink; June 11th, 2006 at 16:26.
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Wow, dang I had no idea we were competing, I wrote that months ago..
Well, snap, Awesome!
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Well, I don't know how to edit/close poles.
So just so everyone knows, the voting is over and TwoHats is the current chaos project FLUFFINATOR :yes: . Even though the pole is closed(theoretically until someone can tell me how to close it), you may still post comments on this fluff, brought to you by our project members.
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