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4/18/2016 9:28:20 PM
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In the far dark corner of the flag on sits a figure in armor as ornate as that of a primarch. But he is no primarch by blood, but by trial. His chapter is all but forgotten, locked in the confines of the warp amoung their ships.
Some say it was fate that locked the Blood Wolves away. Other say they will return with Leman Russ at Wolf Time. The truth itself however is much darker, a plan fabricated by Brimstone for reasons unknown to any but him and his closest advisors.
But for now he sat alone, in the darkest corners of the ship, waiting. But most importantly, he was watching.
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[b][i]You hear ghostly whispers as the shadows stir. A towering figure materializes from the darkness, two sinister red orbs mark its eyes but the figure has no form. "You're out of bounds it seems...." Comes a screeching, inhuman voice - the stench of death wafting from it. Armageddon materializes into his hard shadow form, long spikes perforating from its back, red eyes glowing in the dark. [/i][/b]
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[b]"Strong words for the Summoners bitch." He laughs as flames crackle along his gauntlets. "And if recall correctly I put down your little pet Beast down. In one shot."[/b]
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[b][i]Armageddon chuckles. "I've already considered eating you, but you smell like shit.." Armageddon goes to leave, but pauses briefly. The Sarris is loose somewhere down here... Hope you're fast. [/i][/b]
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[b]"Don't worry... not all of us have the need to hide in the shadows like a coward." Brimestone says as he stands. He deftly pulls free his weapon, the Bloodletter. Runic script covers the shaft and chainaxes plate. A cursed weapon owned previously by a thrice cursed deamon prince. "Besides, I need a new trophy. This one is getting old."[/b]
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[b][i]Armageddon giggles. "You wish to meet the Primarch?" He says in Sarris's deep, powerful voice. "I'll fetch him for you.." Finishes Armageddon as he launches a shadow spike past your face, cutting your cheek. A drop of blood hits the floor. "Whoops" he says in your voice as he shifts to a copy of you. [/i][/b]
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[b]"you are testing our patience pest." Brimstones voice is echoed by another deeper voice loud enough to silence the room. "Now be gone and hide in the shadows like the coward yoy are." The runes on the chain axe begin to seep blood and the crystals on his armor shine with inner fire.[/b]
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[b][i]A meeting is called in the great hall. You receive a summon. [spoiler]we can continue in the new, chapter 1 post.[/spoiler][/i][/b]
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[b][i]"I don't hide in the shadows, I AM the shadows." Says Armageddon as he melts away into the dark. You hear something crawling through a vent overhead, and the unmistakable smell of tyranids wafts from the vent. The sound fades, but the smell lingers. You remember Sarris feeds on tyranids to keep from killing his own men, you wonder if he still has any self control left, or if he is simply a slave to his bloodlust.[/i][/b]
