[b] [i]Bloodwrath![/i][/b] [i]A ship only in meaning for there are none that dare dwell live within its confines for long. Nor is their any that survive her atrocities of life and undeath. It is the perfection of death in form and function. a place where both beast and daemon are feed like oil to the engines of the great war machine. None can say when the ship first came. some call it as endless as time itself. Even more claim it is a daemon itself. a physical manifestation of a power so utterly perfect that it has no true beginning nor end. it is the promise of wars of the past and the echo of wars to come, a true reflection of the madness and bloodshed of the universe that is intertwined with the beings of the warp. The ship itself is ever changing as it does not exist in any one point in time but instead in all of them. corridors and landing bays give way to the brood like nests of tyrannids or the fungal plague known as the orks. There are weapons of ever hellish make and design. Here is where even the mighty space marine may be brought low by the humble cultist! Here the mighty Carnifex brought down by blade and mechanical fire! There can be no true victory fore the Bloodwrath despises all victories besides her own. Only blood lust and hatred can win among her decks and only until the next day where the battles begin anew. What is the Bloodwrath then? Is she the true embodiment of death and despair? A daemon made steel by the will of its own to inflict endless death upon the unworthy of the material realm? Is she a training ground to bloody the armies of the Summoner before his generals take command of her veterans? Perhaps she is something far darker, her own sentient being that transcends the understanding of man a daemon alike? None of these concerns those who dare walk upon the majesty of her decks, for they are truly her children. They despise her and yet they are devoted to her, trapped upon her halls in a meat grinder of blood and bone, the sons and daughters of the age of slaughter, upon the true battlefield that is the Bloodwrath![/i] ~"Journeys of a Saint of the Damned," [i]by High Inquisitor Larken Teveranti (Suppressed by order of the Ordo Hereticus)[/i] [url]http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/246/1/1/inquisitor_and_retinue_by_slaine69-d48pakq.jpg[/url] "And in the light of the Emperor I shall know not fear, for he is the one true and only God. Chaos shall bow before his sword for it shall be their only option." Tobias chanted in high Gothic. Before him a conglomeration of lesser daemons fought in a pit over the body of a young woman that was struck down and left for dead. "With the Emperor in my heart I shall stay courageous, for that is his will so I may strike at his enemies." He continued the mantra as he jumped into the pit. His chainsword basked in the light of the chamber revealing the etched wards and litanies of the Lectitio Divinitatus as he carved into the daemons with a gusto. The daemons cowed in fear of his devastation for he was both precise and brutal, every stroke was a kill, every step was deliberate. The woman stirred as Tobias struck down the last of the daemons. She should have been dead but she clung to life with a fervor that any Astartes would dream of. "Praise be the Emperor. For sure I thought I was dead." "Worry not child, for your suffering has come to an end." He said as he leveled his bolt pistol at her head. "What???? No! I-I-I-I Swear my lord I'm not but a faithful a faithful servant!" she stuttered as she stared down the barrel. Dread filled her heart as she gazed upon the insignia that hung on his neck "Even the pure of and soul cannot stay within this place without their very being becoming contaminated. If you are as you I cannot tell, however the Emperor judges all." And with that he pulled the trigger and sent the inside of her head across the floor of the pit. And then it was over as quickly as it had begun. the daemon blood didn't even dare touch him or his clothes as he walked away from the massacre. in the bodies of the daemons was carved the holy Aquila and upon the breast of the young woman sat an insignia that struck fear in both the holy man and the heretic. The Ordo Hereticus was aboard the Bloodwrath. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]