A little fluff experiment

[Deadstar_MRC]

Originally Posted by AlbinoAlien

havent heard a whole lot of feedback on this. You people enjoying what i put out or?

You kidding? What's not to like about killer rabbits? That last story was great, as have been the others before them. So yeah, I'm having a lot of fun following this thread.

[mpdscott]

Alby, you are possessed of some genie's ass when it comes to writing.
it's brilliant :party2:
(sorry it took me so long to realise that you'd actually done it, been busy busy busy lazy)

[NiteRabbit]

In case you didn't know from the rep I sent your way, I love that story. It's awesome. I may just have to create a warband based around this story.

[The Fifth Horseman]

Fun stuff! What could you write about me?

[Seeker84]

Dude, it's a pleasure to read. I would like to make one recommendation, but the person you are writing about in the title of the post.

Count me in for the fun:-D

[AlbinoAlien]

here we go Xerxes

Xerxe's knew it was gonna be trouble. The klaxons were sounding again, red lights blaring as the vox bead in his ear went blazing with chatter. Just around the corner, another heretic breach in the starports walls.
"Pretty soon, we are going to run out of walls to defend" Xerxes though to himself as he saw the mawing hole ahead where men garbed in workers clothes slowly pored through. It had been hard at first, killing these men. They were so normal looking, nothing like Xerxes' had fought against in his long life. With their dying breaths on his chainsword, many a heretic had given praise to the Emperor before death took them. This was the hardest part of all. Hereing his most holy name spoken in such reverence, it thundered Xerxe's soul. But thats what the temples of the Goriforn had taught him. He could alway's tell the difference between a heretic and a holy man, the damned and the blessed. And by the teeth of his sword, he knew these men to be evil.
"FIRE!" Xerxe's roar was lost in the whine of the lasguns around him. He had taken over this sector of the defense, the last command echelons of the Planetary Defense Forces structre had been obilterated by a lucky artillery shot. Now he was all these men had left.
The lasguns punched through the bodies of the heretics. The return fire, however, was equal in its punishment. They were equppdied well. The heretics were useing the same guns they had once made in the name of the Emperor, turning them on fellow comrades. Men around him fell, and Xerxe's knew things were going to get close up, fast.
"FORWARD MEN! FIX BAYONETS AND SKEWER THESE DAMNABLE BASTARDS!"
HUUUUUYAAAHH!!! Xerxe's chainsword whined to life as he charged forward. A man came at him with a pick axe, but a moment later his arm was on the ground, along with his feet and head. Xerxe's was a whirlwind of destruction. Mens faces flew past him, his sword serrating efforetlessly against such an unarmoured foe. His men took courage from his display of combat prowess. Funny, how quickly he came to call them his men. Inquisitor Menelaus had only recently put him in command. To think, so many years in that mans retinue, only to have it end so ingloriously. Quickly the rest of the traitors were put to the bayonet.
"Good work! All of you makes the Emperor proud" Xerxe's said after the fight was done. The men grinned back, happy to be recognized and praised for thier work.
The vox bead in Xerex'es ear buzzed again
Xerx! I need you and 30 men in sector 2/f! We have another breach. The heathen spawn will not let up.
"I'll be right there inquisitor".
Xerxes and his men double timed it up the corridor. The wailing of klaxons and the screaming of red lights were left behind, another sector to save, another enemy to kill


Oy! it was actually so hard not to write about you being a ministorium priest! I was like "hmm...retinue personel! And for who better?
In fact, it was hard to not just keep writing! But i figured i should just make in an excerpt in defense and (when you finish your story) fall of Forgein.
K if there's any confusion, Xerxe's is playing the role of a member of an inquistorial retinue, who has taken command of the defenders simply because they have run out of men.

[AlbinoAlien]

overmind! Here's yours

In the vast space of the sector, IT's mind overcompassed all. Nine planets total. Every planet a perfect model for requistion. Across the space, IT could feel itself. IT's massive body was fighting with others, those who would deny IT the resources needed. Did they not understand? To survive IT needed to feed. These orbs of food were IT's, ITS!
Across the sector, ITself swarmed with even more fury, tasting the flesh and blood of IT's enemies, useing that as nourishment as well. Across Nine planets, IT fought with the others. There stings hurt IT, yes. Many of ITself died to there stinging bites, some bright red, others sharp and full of metal. No matter. IT was in too many numbers, IT had come too strong, IT was fighting for IT's life, and IT would win.



Eh i was like...."this guy is a total newcomer. What can i write? And then i saw you played Nid's! So here was supposed to be like.. an excerpt from a norn queen. eh....

[Shiz_Vaerth]

Exceelant stuff! I'll sign up for this as well. Genius stuff so far!

[Arklite]

right... this i HAVE to get involved in :C

[AlbinoAlien]

Here we go Kelnor!!


"Brother Kelnor?"
The ceremony paused as the group looked up eagerly at him.
"You have brought what we seek then?"
The great oak doors had creaked open. No matter how quite one was, you could never sneak past those oak doors.
"Yes brothers, i do return! and with good tidings to spare".
The members all waited impatiently. Seeing that he was doing nothing, they began to grow frustrated.
"Well then? are you going to give it to us?".
He was quick to respond.
"Yes yes brothers! But first, should not we give a prayer to our patron? Nurgl-eth?"
The hooded members grunted and and nodded in agreement.
"Yes! An excellent point Brother! Quickly, Brother Farthe, fetch the Chaotica Plaguitius"
A weak kneedy man in robes ran to a locked closet. He was clearly in a hurry, as all the hooded men were. They wanted to see what he had brought.
His robe was heavy. The weeks of inaguriation had been strenuous. Getting privy to this secret order was no easy matter, and it had been months of dealing with new diseases entering his body, pilfering him of his strength. But soon that would all pay off, today.
The lead member, Brother Dearte lead the prayer.
"All bow heads to he who destroys. Through his ever prevailing pestilence, we give praise".
The room grew heavy. Several hooded figures caught bloody noses. Others had pusy sores exploded in vile acts of decay and putridity.
"We who are gathered here ask for prayers and blessings from his most holy Nurgl-eth. We offer our services and praises to the Grandfather of-
The prayer continued to drone on. He had been forced to deal with these prayers for weeks now.
"To him we give our worship. Let the Grandfather carry us into his eternal decaying bosom and rekindle us with preservation of life, through destruction. Let all who hear hi-
Every damned evening, this rot was spilled to Him. This mindless garble....
"With the blessing of his rot, we preserve thro-
It was enough to drive him mad
"Let it always prote-
Enough to make him sick

"STOP!"

The room went quite. Everyone turned to Him.
"Brother Kelnor? Something wrong?"
"YES. YOU! YOU FOOLS"
Everyone tensed. Slowly, Brother Farthe moved towards the door.
Like a flash, Kelnor whipped out his Snub pistol. The fat bullet found its way to the brothers skull, blowing through the mans brain cavity and punchinf through the wall.
No body moved.
"THATS RIGHT YOU SICK FRAKS! YOU ARE WHATS WRONG, AND BY HIS DIVINE NAME, I WILL DESTROY YOU!"
"B-bu-but Kelnor! We do worship in his divine name! The name of Nurg-
That was all Brother Daerte was able to say. His mouth exploded as the Snub bullet broke his teeth and his lower jaw, a wreck of bloody tissue and jutting bone was all that remained.
"NO FOOLS! IN THE NAME OF.....THE EMPEROR!"
Like a lighting strike, the men went to flee.
"AHHH HAHAHAHA! THERE'S NO WEAR TO RUN YOU FRAKS!"

"GUARDS! GUARDS! GET IN HERE! BROTHER KELNOR'S GONE CR-
BANG! the man was dead. But so were the guards. Outside of the door, there dead corpses already attracted maggots and flies, thier throats had been silently slit.

AHHH HHAHAAHA!" Kelnor screamed. Soon, everyone was a mess of blood and death. Now, only one last thing for him to do.

As He bowed down in reverence, he silently removed a pack from under his cloack.
"In the name of he who is most divine, give me strength".
Breaking ceremony, He pleaded with his god.
"My emperor! I'am ashamed for you to look upon me! I was lost to the gods of Chaos, and now my body is weak. They infect me with there filth. But i seek retribution! Please my god, grant me forgivness". He said these words, filthy green tears spurting from his eyes. He had fallen, and he prayed to his Emporer he would be given forgiveness. Looking up at the bastard statue of a false god,He activated his explosive. It'd be enough to take down the entire city block, enough to rid this planet of some taint.
With a split smile on his face, He died.




lol sorry, i ment to take that out. This one is done.