The Darkness Inside: Humanity's Struggle Revival

Larkyn · September 29, 2017

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Herein lies the tales of the spurned, the lost, the broken, the despised, and the damned. These stories are the accounts of many and varied persons, Imperial soldiery and Heretic Astartes alike. The one thing that fuses these individuals together is the proverbial daemon living inside them, in one case, the literal daemon inside. These tales are about the conflict humanity has with the dark things in the universe, and the struggle to find answers for the darkness inside.

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Bjorn Firewalker · September 29, 2017

Drawing inspiration from the 'Dark Souls' games (which I've yet to play)?

Larkyn · September 29, 2017

Drawing inspiration from the 'Dark Souls' games (which I've yet to play)?

Partially. This project log is going to include a lot of different projects, ranging from 30k to 40k, and now with the ability to include Xenos, I'm going to feature them too. This is a project log that is very personal, drawing from my own darkness, and it's my way of coping with a lot of things that have happened in the past. I've been veerrrry quiet on here lately, but those that remember me in the past might remember that I struggled for a bit. But the way my life is right now, it's perfect. I'm settled. I'm happy. But there's always going to be that dark part inside of me, and these projects will help expel that.

Larkyn · September 29, 2017

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We are the Broken Angels. We have come for you.

Honda · September 29, 2017

First off, welcome back. We all have a journey to travel, rarely is it challenge free. I'm looking forward to seeing you develop your insights.

I must ask though, where did that awesome looking jetpack come from?

Bjorn Firewalker · September 29, 2017

We are the Broken Angels. We have come for you.

The converted model looks great, but he seems confused- a Blood Angels Chapter symbol on the left pauldron, and a NIGHT LORDS quote. Is he a Night Lord disguising himself in an attempt to infiltrate an Imperial facility? A Blood Angel whom the Night Lords captured and then tortured to transform him into a Chaos Marine? Or something else?

Larkyn · September 29, 2017

Honda: The jump pack is from Anvil Industries, I have a bunch of them I plan on using for various things.

And thanks for welcoming me back, it’s been too long.

Bjorn: All shall be revealed....(evil grin)

Larkyn · October 7, 2017

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Trooper Ivane Tarben hurled himself out of the trench, alongside the men and women of D Company. Sprinting across the frost covered mud, Tarben shouldered his rifle, letting loose a burst of auto fire.

Enemy fire, both solid and las, came pouring in from the trench lines before them. Somewhere, a heavy bolter was chewing up D Company with massive success. Dozens already lay dead or dying.

Ivane could see his section leader, Sarjeant Goran Miendert, ahead of him, urging his troops on with chainsword raised, and greatcoat flapping in the wind. He was bareheaded, his brow featuring a lasburn that had seen his ushanka left behind in the frosty mud.

On and on Ivane ran. All around him, men and women died. Artillery thundered in now and then, pulverizing both ground and flesh. Heavy stubber emplacements threw hundreds of rounds out, shredding bodies, while heavy bolters blew apart the brave souls who rushed headlong into their lines.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they made it. Grenades were the first things into the trenches. Gun pits were greeted by demolition charges, bunkers by breaching bombs. For the remaining approximately two-hundred members of D Company, the fight had just begun.

Ivane Tarben stopped just before the rim of the trench line, lowering his rifle to the men inside. This was the first time he had seen them up close. “Men” was the not the right word. From a distance, they looked like men, but now, Ivane could see them as they were.

There were four directly below him. One had three arms; another had growths and tumors throughout its entire body, causing its greatcoat to bulge in places; yet another was bestial in appearance, with thick black fur covering its body, bursting cloth in many places.

Ivane hesitated for an instant, taking in the horrific sight before him. Then he swung his rifle around, and emptied an entire magazine into the four mutants. He emptied it in rage. Kill the mutant!

Hopping down into the trench, Ivane reloaded, grabbing a fresh box mag from his pouch, and immediately set off to find the rest of his section. He quickly ran into Asmund and Zdravka, both senior troopers of his section. Gustav Asmund and Andrea Zdravka were only a few years older than he was, but already proven themselves capable warriors, both rising to the rank of korporal just before deployment on this hellhole of a planet.

“Tarben! Great to see you lad!” Asmund said as Ivane joined his squad leader.

“Korporal, I wasted four muties down the line a bit,” Ivane said, gesturing back the way he came.

“There are a lot of them, I’m hearing word that Sarjeant Miendert is leading from the front, and Kaptain Ludwik has taken the objective already.”

Kaptain Sven Ludwik, D Company’s commander, was a legend in the regiment. A master swordsman, he was undefeated in the dueling ring. From sabre to chainsword, there was not a weapon he hadn’t practiced with, and he could best any man who faced him.

The man was also a brilliant tactician, and drilled his men, both enlisted and officers hard. He had made it his life goal to train D Company above and beyond that of the other companies in the regiment. And he had largely succeeded. Only A Company was considered more elite.

So when Kaptain Ludwik’s voice came over the vox, full of terror, everyone stopped dead in their tracks.

“All forces fall back! Fall back to our lines! Fall back now! Run!”

Trooper Ivane Tarben starred at his fellow guardsmen as the sky turned dark, and all hell broke loose…

Trooper Tarben

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