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++Inspirational Friday - 19/06/2015++

Inspirational Friday

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Drehzrhe

     Drehzrhe stepped over the dead kaballites at her feet. <I was right in this,> she thought to herself, <none should question my killing of them.> She shook away the whisper of more at the back of her mind. Tipping her head back, she feasted on the waves of pain emanating from the survivors still crawling and screaming about her bedroom on stumps, their limbs strewn over the alabaster floor. She focused down to the slightest sounds, shutting them out, only letting herself know the drip of gore slowly slipping from her axeblade.

     <But my sisters will ask.> Drehzrhe knew they would wonder how she received forewarning. She couldn’t tell them that the axe woke her long before. That she had lain in wait to ambush them, blood pumping with combat drugs even as they conceived of the final stages of their plan. That she hadn’t killed them to save herself, but just to see them die.

     “Who sent you?” her voice calm, there was no need to intimidate them now. Drehzrhe reached down and stroked the forehead of one of her victims, quickly dying from the four stumps where his limbs used to be. “Hush now, answer me quickly and I shall ease your passing.”
     The pitiful creature looked up at her not with hate as she expected, nor even fear, but awe. Eventually he started in ragged tones, “Your sisters feared you. They were wrong, fear is pointless.”

     “Thank you,” she took the curved blade from his waist, a blade meant for her throat. Drehzrhe appreciated that irony for a moment and then drew the blade down and through his neck, severing it at the base. The rest she left in their suffering, none would save them now that they had failed in their task and their skulls were not worthy.

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Edited by Teetengee, 17 April 2015 - 04:49 PM.

My Chaos WIP Thread (Bigger Pics and Foul Xenos offsite) Hall of Honour, My Storm Reavers (DIY SM Chapter) Story, My Chaos 7.5 Homebrew Codex Thread
In us burns a fire for vengeance that will only be quenched when we stand triumphant over the smoldering ruins of Terra. Our laughter on that day will haunt their survivors till the end of time. We will stride forth victorious through the shattered gates of their fortress, holding high aloft the defiled corpse of their rotting god as our prize.
Wulfkry, on 02 Jul 2013 - 3:38 PM, said: So an inquisitor is receiving SM implants using GK geneseed stolen off the fields of armageddon interesting..
Captain Semper, on 29 May 2015 - 4:10 AM, said: There is crazy and there is Teetengee crazy... ph34r.pngnuke.gif

Warsmith Aznable, on 30 Jan 2016 - 01:16 AM, said: 13. Teetengee wrote "Warp Born" and I won't even go into how disturbing the subject matter was.
The Psycho, on 26 Apr 2016 - 10:50 PM, said: That's either really disturbing or really cute, I haven't quite made up my mind yet.

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Load File: 2G58F90EW-ΩΨΣ

Accessing...

Accessing...

Load Complete

Time Stamp: 002873.42

Initial phase complete. Signal jammers worked according to predictions. Subject 9872 “Lord” successfully captured intact by IV Legiones Astartes. Astartes casualties exceed projections. Subject 102 “Warsmith Gerrontus” vocally expressed disappointment with incorrect projections but reaffirmed support for Operation Orwull. Subject 9872 removed to Facility ΛE-7Φ.

Time Stamp: 002914.78

Subject 9872 “Lord” secured in containment unit. Weapons tests successfully completed and self-repair function observed. Consensus that self-repair function appears undamaged by capture and containment.

Time Stamp: 002919.93

Subject 7800 “Obliterator Virus” administered to Subject 9872 “Lord” via physical contamination to exterior shell.

Time Stamp: 003183.07

Subject 9872 “Lord” visually unchanged. Weapons tests successfully completed and self-repair function observed. Consensus that self-repair function appears unchanged from Time Stamp: 002919.93.

Time Stamp: 003257.60

Subject 7800 “Obliterator Virus” administered to Subject 9872 “Lord” via physical contamination to interior of laser-drilled cavity.

Time Stamp: 003258.01

Laser-drilled cavity visually non-existent.

Time Stamp: 003707.56

Subject 9872 “Lord” visually unchanged. Weapons tests successfully completed and self-repair function observed. Consensus that self-repair function appears unchanged from Time Stamp: 002919.93. Subject 102 “Warsmith Gerrontus” vocally expressed disappointment in apparent failure of Operation Orwull. Review of alternate methods of administering Subject 7800 “Obliterator Virus” to Subject 9872 ongoing.

Time Stamp: 003732.23

Subject 9125 “Xxsiquz... {{ERROR}}” vocally expressed that Operation Orwull is fundamentally flawed due to Subject 9872 “Lord” lacking a soul. Consensus that Subject 9125’s comment should be disregarded. Review of alternate methods of administering Subject 7800 “Obliterator Virus” to Subject 9872 ongoing.

Time Stamp: 003746.09

Subject 9872 “Lord” engaged Protocol 109 “Phase-out”. Flaws in containment unit under review. Subject 102 “Warsmith Gerrontus” physically expressed displeasure at events. Subject 9125 “Xxsiquz... {{ERROR}}” did not make vocal comment but emotion detectors read positive for “smugness”.

Time Stamp: 003930.68

Facility ΛE-7Φ under assault by Necrons led by Subject 9872 “Lord”. Subject 102 “Warsmith Gerrontus” leading IV Legiones Astartes in defence of facility. Subject 9125 “Xxsiquz... {{ERROR}}” vocally expressed desire to “devour [our] souls when the soulless hordes flay [us] alive”. Engaged Protocol 001 “Self-preservation”.


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RAWWWWR roared the Keeper of Secrets as Kayiv raised his 2 plasma rifles and fired them into the daemons face. >you foolish weakling how dare you defy the power of the Dark Prince weakling< suddenly to the left Kayiv saw a glittering sword which warped reality around it or so it. Dodging left to right in quick succession the Battle Suit commander knew he wouldnt be able to keep this up for kuch longer. Deciding to take the risk he put his jetpack to full ppwer and boosted towards the sword knly just managing to dodge the whip the beast was carrying until it hit him in the back slamming him to the ground in front of the sword.

Kayiv thoughts his back was broken but he felt the sword call to him. He heard the sound of his brothers in the fire cadre fire wave after wave of pulse fire into the beast to keep it distracted. As he reached for the blade his body was aching but he knew this sword would give him a great strength a power beyond all others. He didnt know how he knew this he just did almost like a sixth sense.

As his hand touched the swords handle he felt his wounds heal his strength return he felt hus strength go beyond what it was before. As he got up he stared at the beast and speed towards it. Seeing the blade in his hands it summoned its maidens to defend it. Each one that got in his way he cut down each one down with a simple blade strike. With each kill he felt something awaken in him something that he had never felt before it felt alien to him but it felt powerful. He felt like if he just gave in it would give him the strength needed to conquer all before him. He felt it speaking to him "What are you" he asked. "I am Argabaroth Greater Daemon of the Blood god i once was one of his guards until some lowly sorceror tricked me and bound me into this blade but if we work together i think we could help each other"
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I think I spent longer whittling the word count down than actually writing the story.

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Chaos Crossover

 

Another Commissar: 

 

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There is only the Truth. I do not know what it is, but I do believe in it!

Attributed to Dark Apostle Toren Mar, Chapter of the Broken Seal, 71st Host, Word Bearers Legion.

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So I may have been inspired so much that I created two sections... And i cannot promise them to be the only ones. 

same point as last time, will find mistakes blabla

 

 

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Lost and damned... why we don't have them, I will never know... perhaps in a chaos imperial armor?

 

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*Checking it's BRB, if you will.... yes i know that it is a terrible joke, and i'm not even sorry.

 

I see your imperial Commissars and raise you seraphim sisters.


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Edited by Kol Saresk, 18 April 2015 - 11:56 AM.

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Skivrat has always been a runt of a Boy, smaller than the other ladz, wiry, a scrawny kind of Ork, not much better than a filthy Grot, he was cunning though, he'd had to be. It was this cunning that saw a change in his fortunes, the Boss had gone and gotten them into a big old scrap with some red beakies, they were unlike any beakies they'd fought before, they had a Waagh! On and no mistake! Some of them had funny looking ears on the sides of their beaks and they were ferocious as any ork!

Skivrats mob has been cut down by one of the beakies, only Skivrat and his Nob had survived and the rampaging, armoured mad man was bearing down on them. He was carrying a right fancy Choppa, real big and dead choppy, it had some fancy glyphs on it, but it was heavy and cut things in half when he hit them with it. As he charged the Nob; screaming his rage, Skivrat (who had been playing dead) was able to stick out a leg and trip the bezerk beakie. Skivrat wasn't sure quite what happened next, but the space marine appeared to have pitched head long into the Nob, both of them went down in a mess of limbs, somehow the axe ended up in Skivrat's hands and, seeing an opportunity he smashed it into the melee.

Pandemonium reigned, briefly, and when the gore settled, Skivrat stood alone, clutching his new Choppa. His eyes, previously rheumy and pale glowed with an inner fire and a red tinge was darkening his pallid green flesh. He flung his head back, flung his arms wide and bellowed a Waagh! So loud and powerful that it resonated within not only every Work within the system, but also with the Butcher's Nails bored into the head of their assailants.

Khorne cared not from where the blood flowed, nor who spilled it.

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I would like you to ignore my last post..

 

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For the light of Sol, and the earth of Terra, we stand. For the oaths we made, we stand. For the blood in our veins, we stand.
For the stones laid by our ancestors, we stand. For the days that have passed and the days that shall come, we stand.
For the living and the honour of the dead, we stand.


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Greetings and welcome to Inspirational Friday. Due to constrains at work I will be brief. The week goes to Lord Pariah and his three contributions, of which I liked the one about the navy wingman most. A honorable mention goes to Kol Saresk. 

 

Step forth Lord Pariah and claim your reward!

 

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Inspirational Friday - 24/04/2015 - Dark Mechanicus 

 

In line with the DIY Mechanicus event in the Liber section I invite you all to write something about the Dark Mechanicus. It can be about a Skitarii or a Techpriest, it can be about a Chaos Knight House or even about an entire Dark Mechanicus Daemon Forge. Feel free to explore the topic and use this IF to inspire you to compete in the Liber Challenge. 

 

Let us be inspired!

 

Tenebris


There is only the Truth. I do not know what it is, but I do believe in it!

Attributed to Dark Apostle Toren Mar, Chapter of the Broken Seal, 71st Host, Word Bearers Legion.

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Dark Mechanicus

 

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Edited by Tenebris, 25 April 2015 - 10:12 AM.

There is only the Truth. I do not know what it is, but I do believe in it!

Attributed to Dark Apostle Toren Mar, Chapter of the Broken Seal, 71st Host, Word Bearers Legion.

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Dark Mechanicus you say? I was tempted to write about the Cogs of Madness again, but then I thought I'd focus on my Arch-Magos himself, Chaapoza. That, and I didn't think it would be sporting to re-enter an old piece biggrin.png

 

Captain Altoth, Archeao-technologist of the Siege Makers, watched as the large steel slab doors rolled to one side. Flanked by eight Praetorians of the Dark Skitarii, Altoth knew their master, the Arch-Magos Chaapoza. 

Chaapoza's face had no flesh that was human anymore. In it's place was a sheet of obsidian black, the jaw and cranial bones just barely concealed. In place of his left eye was an array of three occular devices, each tuned to see in a different spectral lights. His right side lacked any form of eye, although the recess for an eye socket was there. Chaapoza said this was in case he wanted a change in the future. On both sides of his neck were motorised rods. In hostile situations these elongated and gave him a slight height advantage. 

The Arch-Magos wore deep shades of orange. His cloak was trimmed in white, and had three lines meeting in the middle. Many had theorised this was due to an obsession with melta or flamer based weapons. In fact, it was due to love of forges, the colour representative of the fires of the hearth, while his personal symbol was a set of bellows. His preferred way of warfare was to hit hard like a hammer hitting an anvil. All forces under his direct command wore orange and white,each armed appropriately to their role, and had a set of bellows as insignia. 

"You have something for me, Captain?"

"I do, Arch-Magos. It is most intriguing..." 



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Laying the Keel of Widowmaker
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In the darkness between the stars, the weak and the faithless find no deliverance. We are raised to believe that the God-Emperor watches over us all. And so we are charged to cleanse the mutant, the heretic and the alien. We must not falter. We are His sword. We are His wrath. Even in the face of death, we shall not submit. Suffering is our prayer. Faith is our armour. In Battle He offers us redemption. And for those who proves their worth, the Emperor sends sends forth His Angels!


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The Anvil:
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Edited by Teetengee, 27 April 2015 - 04:56 PM.

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In us burns a fire for vengeance that will only be quenched when we stand triumphant over the smoldering ruins of Terra. Our laughter on that day will haunt their survivors till the end of time. We will stride forth victorious through the shattered gates of their fortress, holding high aloft the defiled corpse of their rotting god as our prize.
Wulfkry, on 02 Jul 2013 - 3:38 PM, said: So an inquisitor is receiving SM implants using GK geneseed stolen off the fields of armageddon interesting..
Captain Semper, on 29 May 2015 - 4:10 AM, said: There is crazy and there is Teetengee crazy... ph34r.pngnuke.gif

Warsmith Aznable, on 30 Jan 2016 - 01:16 AM, said: 13. Teetengee wrote "Warp Born" and I won't even go into how disturbing the subject matter was.
The Psycho, on 26 Apr 2016 - 10:50 PM, said: That's either really disturbing or really cute, I haven't quite made up my mind yet.

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I'm not dead, and I like 8th better than 7th.


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The infernum
"Grolgar, where in the name of the dark gods are you" screamed the Warpsmith Aekoldite. Shuffling forwards the dark skitari kmowm as Grolgar appeared. "I am sorry for the delay my lord" his voice sounding like a mixture of white noise and human voice. The dark robes he wore were covering his unaugmented body but it was clear to see he was shaking.

"Grolgor just let me into the Infernum" said Aekoldite a slight sense of irritation becoming clear in his voice. "I am sorry my lord but i cannot the magos has ordered you are not to be let in yet the inferum device isnt ready". the last thing he felt was a bolt shell hitting his face blowing it up
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I was inspired to submit another entry that completes the narrative of the "Doom of Red Siliquastrum". This will make a half dozen submissions based around a single 500 point skirmish versus Black Templars, that I regrettably lost. Forge the narrative. :)

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(My thanks for my previous award, and apologies for the late response. I shall, once I've figured out how, wear it with pride.)

Lord Malos of The Iron Dust

+File... Malos.conc/status: active+ +File... Warp Algorithm.psych/status: primed+ +Program... Polycannon.kill/status: primed+ +Recording...

Greetings. I am Warpsmith Malos Pyon-tah, of The Iron Dust. If you are one of my brothers, a Thousand Son, reading this log, know that my True Mechanicus warband, the Iron Dust will welcome you. If you are not a member of The Eighth or Fifteenth Legions, or The Chaos Dragon warband, then you hold the last testament of a member of The True Mechanicus, and The Thousand Sons, and you deserve death. In addition, if you are reading this, I am dead. If you are my killer, I offer my congratulations on achieving the impossible, and my condolences on the pain you will experience as I am avenged.

This is Section 678512 of my mental recordings. As detailed in Section 132, I exist as a psyker-computer program, contained by a series of cybernetic combat forms, all of which are vaguely modelled on Cataphractii Model Terminator Armour, with the notable exception of Form 96. If one such cybernetic form is located, specifically those emblazoned with my insignia (detailed in Section 01), install this program. There is 60.2379273929483920248% chance that I will be returned to life. I vow, on the name of my father, Magnus the Red, that you will be rewarded handsomely upon my return. If this fails, return my last will to any of the following (in no particular order):

1) My loyal brother Ahriman.
2) My friend, Zhaharek Hazamet of the Chaos Dragons.
3) My primarch, Magnus the Red.


The subject of today’s log shall be the update of my Warp Algorithm. The specifics of my Warp Algorithm were covered in Section 10, however I will reiterate here, in case of data corruption.

My Warp Algorithm is a data based system that allows me to analyse, record and store information appertaining to the manipulation of warp energy. In primitive terms, it enables me to assimilate and re-use any psychic powers I encounter in combat or otherwise. I have killed over 148593 creatures with it. Warp Algorithm updates have been featured in my log prior to this Section, and it would be logical for to focus on the unique events of the day, such as the revolutionary design of the greaves that are being produced in Factorum Delta, however, today’s update is unique. It involves a member of The Eighteenth Legion. My usage of The Word Bearer in my update is supposed to be symbolic of our recent declaration of war on the legion, which I covered in Section 678510. I do not care for power statements, so this log will focus on the update process.

1) Step one of the process is subduing the subject. The subject in this log, (henceforth referred to as Subject 16302) is a veteran astartes sorcerer. Armour features MKIII greaves and vambraces, highly damaged MKVIII breastplate and backpack and heavily customised MKIV helm. Subject 16302 displayed complete combative inferiority to me, achieving a total of 8 parries before I dismembered him. Subject 16302 may have lasted so long due to his use of a storm-field attachment on his power axe. His initial and terminal failure was due to his attempt to use his psychic abilities, by throwing his head back in the air, allowing me to attack with impunity.
2) Consume cerebral matter, and warp energy designated “soul”. Note to self: record screams next time.
3) Evaluate and analyse data. The steps involved in this are covered in Section 11.

Result: Positive. The psychic data absorbed shall allow for manipulation of approximately 10 warp intelligences. +Save/@/File... Daemonology+ This data will be invaluable. I will now conclude this-

+Error/Code Black+

New information: I am to fight The Eighteenth on Tamus 982. This will require usage of Form 96. This will be glorious.

+Upload/Malos.conc/@Form96/+ +Prime/Turbo-Laser-Destroyer.wep/ready+ +Prime/Titan-Power-Fist.wep/ready+

The details of the fleet mobilisation, and war preparations, in addition to my own experiences, shall be included in Section 678513-678600. I will now conclude this log. Death to the False Emperor.

Thought of the Day: The smell of promethium in the early hours of the sun cycle pleases my olfactory sensors.

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In the darkness between the stars, the weak and the faithless find no deliverance. We are raised to believe that the God-Emperor watches over us all. And so we are charged to cleanse the mutant, the heretic and the alien. We must not falter. We are His sword. We are His wrath. Even in the face of death, we shall not submit. Suffering is our prayer. Faith is our armour. In Battle He offers us redemption. And for those who proves their worth, the Emperor sends sends forth His Angels!


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Greetings and welcome to Inspirational Friday. This week was full with great posts and I find myself considering to reward two frater this time. The first one to make it to the top is Carrack since he really outdid himself with posting several contributions. The second reward goes to Zhaharek for his really inspiring Thousand Sons Techmarine fanfiction. A honorable mention goes to Aquilanus and to his Techpriest Mirosa. 

 

Step forth Carrack and Zhaharek and claim your reward!

 

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Inspirational Friday - 01/05/2015 - Daemon Forge 

 

We continue the theme of the Dark Mechanicus with the topic Daemon Forge. Now many such wondrous places exist both on the reality sphere as well as withing the swirling currents of the Warp. Places like Ghalmek and Medrengard are famous among the seekers of daemon tech but so are too many other daemon forges, the holds of the Dark Mechanicus and the more technically inclined Chaos warbands. 

 

This week I want you to write about a Daemon Forge. Describe what wonders are forged in its fires, how the priesthood trades with outsiders, how the Daemon Forge defends itself and what kind of daemon is bound within its nether core. Keep in mind that there is no need for a Daemon Forge to be a planet, for it could be a forge ship, a wondrous magic artifact, an unholy anvil or even the workings of a cursed abominable intelligence.

 

In short, write about a Daemon Forge, bring its fires to life and show the people of Liber that when Chaos writes it means business. Now my brothers, dip your quills in blood and spill your words on the flayed skin of your slaves. 

 

Let us be inspired!

 

Tenebris


There is only the Truth. I do not know what it is, but I do believe in it!

Attributed to Dark Apostle Toren Mar, Chapter of the Broken Seal, 71st Host, Word Bearers Legion.

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You can tell the ETL IV has launched when there isn't even a reply in a week. I appreciate the glory in all of our hearts, I do. But come on guys, Tenebris runs this in his own leisure time for the reward of bringing us together in fluff. What better an outlet than this weekly deluge of fan fiction of our favourite faction? Think 'small steps lead to corruption' and this is part of it. So without further ado here is my entry for this week's challenge. 

 

+Incoming Transmission+

Sender: Thiryas Aren

Designated to: Inquisitor Lady Ellana Lucial

Priority: Alpha Primaris

Location: Unknown, believed to be on the Cogs of Madness Forge World of the Dark Mechanicus

File: Trans-log of agent broadcast on emergency channel

My good Lady, this is my last transmission, for it pains me to report that my cover is compromised. I send this to you in the hope that the Emperor's Watch Chapter may be warned in time of an impending plan to invade their homeworld Mortrev. Allow me to expand. 

Both Manufactorums Diadris and Scalus have upped production rates, and thanks to intercepted communications I have learnt all Siege Makers are being recalled to the Cogs of Madness. Even the Nihilists are being recalled although the bulk of their forces are already here anyway. My Lady, there are foul works here at the best of times, but having seen files from both Warsmith Dushk Helslash and the Arch-Magos Chaapoza, I realise the full intent and goals this craven pair wish to inflict upon the galaxy. Included in this transmission are encrypted copies of said files, but be advised they are not for light viewing. 

As I speak, I can hear the area designated the Astartes District bustling with activity, ceramite suits of armour being prepared for war. The majority of Space Marines here from the IV Legion, Iron Warriors. But some make me cringe, as they are only recently turned from the Emperor's Light and still wear Imperial colours. Not far from the Astartes District is a place called Perturabo's Post,and I admit I have no knowledge of its interior. All I know is that relics and artifacts are stored here but it is exceptionally well guarded. It is also most often where the Champions of the warband meet, whether it be to talk to one another or when a wider briefing is called. It was when I tried to infiltrate into the inner areas of this reliquary that I was discovered, and have had to withdraw as my identity was flashed across the world's network. I managed to avoid the worst of the wrath of the Siege Makers, but Skitarii forces have doubled their patrols, and there are certain elements within the Nihilists that are literally baying for my blood.

I have gained a temporary shelter in the lower reaches of Manufactorum Diadris, where the shells of ancient engines of war have been sent to the depths to await assimilation of parts. But I can hear them coming for me, and I know my safety is long gone. For The Emperor I shall die, doing my duty. I only hope that my sacrifice allows a Chapter of Space Marines to live.

Yours Humbly, Thiryas Aren, faithful servant of the God Emperor.

Message received in due course. Inquisitorial force and all available Imperial forces sent to Mortrev when communications lost with the Emperor's Watch Chapter lost. Upon arrival, Mortrev discovered lost to the Forces of Chaos, and the Halls of Corona sacked along with valuable geneseed. May The Emperor protect us all if their plan comes to fruition. - Inquisitor Lady Ellana Lucial 



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Helvetti II

Lukis the Technomancer surveyed the thralls being herded off the orbital launch coming from Howler's Charn below. Malnourished, signs of dysentery and cold weather exposure, youths and the elderly, with a blurt of Binary Cant, Lukis consigned these wretches to the soulforge. Their poor quality an indication of how the large army of renegades and mutants that Lord Carrack had gathered from the Daemon World Vaska, were rapidly eating the world below out of supply. Equally pressuring was the scorched earth tactics of Marshal Clarence, and how they denied The Black Maw's raiders easy plunder. These factors did not affect the Technomancer as he ordered his cabal of witches to begin the Canticles of Calling and to prime and power the psy-amp at the mouth of the Helveti Daemonforge.

Lukis signaled vocal unit 113 to begin core refueling protocols with the Scalpella, a Black Maw frigate docked with the Helveti's refitting spar. Swarms of void hardened servitors began disengaging from the scoured hull of the warship fleeing potential disaster as the dangerous refueling sequence began.

The Helveti Forge was a gift to Lukis by Lord Carrack. A gift and a prison. Lukis had been exiled from Xana II for adhering to the Nullbind School. Lord Carrack was more than willing to accept the wayward Magos and provide him with a modest orbital Daemonforge, in return for Lukis's expertise in running a naval docking facility. Although Lukis was now free to continue his experiments, he was to remain cloistered in his forge to conceal his presence from spies and assassins from Xana II, and not cause any friction between the Lord Carrack and the powerful forge world.


However lamentable his current circumstances, Technomancer Lukis had a task at hand and began marking the stages of the ritual that would use a bound daemon to refuel the Scalpella's warp engines.

Stage 1: Canticles of Calling incanted, stimulants and electroshock administered to thrall sacrifices.

Stage 2: warp containment field erected and tested.

Stage 3: sacrificial offering to Barheghast the Painbringer. The trap is baited.

Stage 4: Warp containment field holding. Power level alpha Psy-amp deactivated and witches returned to stasis chambers.

Stage 5: Barheghast unleashes 122% of expected psychic force against containment field. Field is holding but subliminal fracturing beginning to present on dorsal plane. Power level Kappa. (Note: further research on warp entity Barheghast the Painbringer required before further summoning)

stage 6: transfer of power to Scalpella complete.

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My thanks for the award. And advice on placing it in my signature, which I will utilise, should I be able to access my PC any time soon. Other than merely my smartphone.
Here's this month's entry from me:


Daemonforge

“Where am I?” It’s the first thing I think to ask. I know who I am, I am Kian Tahnor. I can remember… The Iron Dust, the warband I serve. But, where am I… and how did I get here? What else do I remember? I can remember…

+The Rhino transport sloughed aside, responding massively to my slight influence on the controls. Warp yeah; this thing handles like a beast. The Astartes in the back roar in anticipation of the battle ahead. I’m not like them. A mortal like me, driving their vehicles, my designs, should be a momentous honour, and I pretend it is, but in truth it’s merely a product of their depleted numbers. Most of the Astartes roar. Two of them are silent, like ghosts. The Rhino thunders on, while my hands fly over the controls, maintaining the machine. I’d been managing the designs of war engines for decades now. Someone had to design all the baroque patterns and eight-point stars after all. That was my job. More bullets were smacking off of the outer hull. I glimpse something red fly past the view-slit. One the Astartes bellows for me to stop, leaving my ears ringing, and I open the doors and….+

No… That’s not where I am. Whenever that happened, it was… so long ago. It feels like a thousand years ago… I try to open my eyes. For a second, everything flickers and I see withered, crippled hands, full of tubes and metal. Not mine. An untold million machine arms, also not mine. Then my real hands, blurry, unfocused. I'm standing in an empty, black walked room.

With a start, I notice a figure standing on my right. Silver skin, and... No face. Female, judging from the shape. She turns her blank head towards me. For some reason, she doesn't scare me. As if I know her. Something about her reminds me of a weapon. I like it.
I ask the obvious question: "Who are you?"
She tilts her head, and says, "You've lost your memory again." A clear, and synthesised voice. Mechanical, almost.
I raise an eyebrow. That makes certain parts my situation clear. Wherever I am, I've been here a while. And I'm prone to amnesia apparently. I can already feel another memory flickering into my mind. I ask, "Would you mind reminding me then?" She goes to respond, and a voice for my left cuts her off. I look over when....

+The guardsman drops like a broken doll. The las-round had taken him right in the eye, and he trips up one of his fellows as he goes down. I bellow for the men and women around me to focus their fire, on our foes leader. He lacks my intellect, he's standing on a ledge, a clear target. Something punctures his arm, and he falls. "Defend the Forge!" I cry, and draw my power-sword. I miss vehicles, and these Imperial rabble will not halt the construction of Lord Malos's Daemonforge. I begin to charge forward and.....+

The memory fades in vividness, but I can recall victory. The voice on my left... I turn.
And see a daemon. Again, I feel as if I know the creature. A beaked, bird head sits atop slender shoulders. Four arms, each terminating in claws. The pair of feathered wings on his back cast a shadow across the three of us.
The silver one looks at me, and I suddenly remember their names.
The silver one, I turn to her, and say, "Your name is R07A." She stands proud. "And you," I say, turning to the daemon, "are Khalta'ashet"
He smirks. "Your pronunciation is as bad as ever Kian."
I can feel it returning. More memories....

+I can see Azia standing over me. Her hands are held over her mouth, both of them, in shock. Two, short, hacking sobs are the only sound she are make. I tried to tell her "I'm alright.", but blood comes out instead. It tastes of metal, as always. It's cold though. And I can feel the breeze, humid, on... The inside if my stomach... Oh gods, how badly wounded am I....+

I come out of the memory breathless, to see the daemon and the machine staring at me. I look a t R07A and....

+My codes are functioning optimally. I begin running diagnostics, and aligning production patterns...+

No... Those aren't my memories, they're RO7A's. Slowly, I start to remember it all. The realisation must have dawned on my face, because Khalta'ashet grins. It's awful to look at and....

+Sweet flesh between my claws, this all as I had planned, the threads of fate, oh, how they align so neaaaaaa.....+

I practically yank myself out the monster's memories. I know where I am. I remember seeing Lord Zhaharek stand over me in the sickbay, talking about the forge. I volunteer. I remember thousands of years of designing war engines. Countless weapons of mass destruction, designed by me, actualised by RO7A, the abominable intelligence, and damned by Khalta'ashet.

They both look at me, as the final memory slots into place. Declaration of war with the Word Bearers. Then they, and the room vanish.

All that matters is the roaring, multicoloured fires, the burning forge. The untold number of assembly arms, the tiny little techpriests and magi, the fleshier workers too, all scrambling around within.
I'm dead. That's where I am. Kian is no more, all that is left is Daemonforge. Anger wells up within "me", and the forges burn even brighter.

Maulerfiends, armour, shells, Heldrakes, Defilers, all come screaming from my mind, brought into creation. I can feel R07A and Khalta'ashet bellowing their power into my creation. R07A engineers, Khalta'ashet enchants, and I design. I am the Artisan of War.


Somewhere, in a cradle of wires, tubes and pipes, a desiccated corpse smiles.

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I apologise for my lack of activity... my computer decided to sell itself to the inquisition without foresight (it died sad.png ) and i only now have access to anything with a useable keyboard... better late than never.

 


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