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Started by Wargamer, May 10, 2012, 01:32:55 PM

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Abaddon bowed deeply and left. He dared not say a word lest it show any of his feelings. Corax had agreed! He was visibly shaking as he nodded to his escort, and shook hands with a few.

As he returned to his ship, he looked forward to being able to tell his Primarch just what he had done!




Horus was confused as he read the missive given to him by Sejanus. In fact, he double checked what had been written.

The Raven Guard were taking this mission? Horus looked once more. It wasn't often that the Primarch doubted himself. Yes, it did indeed read that Corax, not Curze, had taken the fight against the Eldar.

The data-slate was crushed in his hand as he thought of the hubris of Abaddon. He dared to go to the wrong force, to shun Curze and the Night Lords, and turn to the Raven Guard, lie to Corax's face, and steal those forces from his Crusade! "Abaddon will be punished for this!" He roared at Sejanus, who calmly listened to his Primarch. "He will be punished, and censored, and be on his knees spitting blood and begging for my forgiveness!"

"But he did bring you the forces needed to persecute the Eldar and save Cthonia." Sejanus glibly mentioned. "And there is another victory."

Horus fumed at Sejanus, who kept his nerve, just. "And what would that be?"

"Your brother Corax answered. He took the word of your Captain, not you personally, and took this mission. He took it at the expense of the Crusade front and it's glory. He took it to help you, and the Luna Wolves. I believe that Corax may be a dearer brother to you than you think. And our men will be happier." He added the end on quietly, but he knew the Primarch's hearing would catch it.

"Your meaning, Fourth Captain?"

"I mean, my Lord, that there was muttering that if we were to turn to help outisde of the Chapter, we would rather the Iron Warriors, the Alpha Legion, or the Raven Guard, than the Night Lords. There are rumours of them, and they are not liked." He said this quietly.

"Very well. I will look upon this as positive for now. When possible, I shall have the Luna Wolves and Raven Guard fight together. I will earn him the glory he may miss because of my men's incompetence. But Abaddon, as soon as he rejoins the Legion..." He growled, his eyes narrowing. Sejanus nodded, and took this moment to leave. He was shaking from something that was like fear. His Primarch growled behind him.

"Give me better news, Sejanus." Horus was looking out of his window now, into space.

"Well, my Primarch, it appears that the Emperor has listened. Five Chapters of Eagle Warriors come to fight with us." He said.

Horus turned around, surprised again. It appeared so much did nowadays. "Five Chapters come with us?" He grinned widely. "That is good news. That is good news indeed. Inform the men. These warriors are as much Space Marines as the Luna Wolves or any Legion. We shall give them glory, we shall be brothers, regardless of their physical form. We shall train alongside them. Until their Primarch comes back, they are our brothers, and we shall look after them as our own. It is our responsibility. Make sure all know it, Sejanus."




+++ Horus Lupercal to Magnus the Red+++

Dear Brother Magnus,

The Emperor has acceeded to my request regarding the Eagle Warriors. Since the 2nd Chapter of the Luna Wolves are joining you, they shall be joined with a full Chapter of the Eagle Warriors, who shall fight alongside my own warriors. I dare not offend Father by simply giving them to you, however, I offer the command of them to be with my 2nd Chapter for now.

Also, please use their presence for research into trying to halt their mutations.

Brother Horus

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Curze stood on the bridge with the data in his hand. The anger radiating off Curze was such that no one was able to look at him, even the anger shown previously by Captain Tyross paled in comparison to that of his primarch. Malcharion clearing his throat asked for orders. Curze rose from his command chair and spoke just above a whisper although it was clearly audioable to all gathered. "We have been wounded brothers, not by xenos or savages, not by bolters or swords but by those we would call brothers. Perhaps they have listened to those who whisper falsehoods about us, maybe they detest the renown we have been garnished with due to our speed and courage, I care not. They have wounded us like no other has before and I know I am not alone in this pain, so let us use this for our fathers plans. Let us fight these filthy xenos with determined passion and energy, let the empire know what the sons of night can do, let them beg to fight along side us, to learn of our tatics, to feel the passion we feel for nthey shall never know the shame they have cast upon us. Remember this day my sons for this is the day we were betrayed and we rose above it to new heights. Only by stand on the shoulders of giants can man reach for new heights and let no giant be taller than us"

No man in the room could sya they were not touched by their primarch words for they all felt the betrayal, for there could be no other word for what had Abbadon had done. Forever would his name in the nightlords legion mean that of the betrayer and kinslayer. the call to arms was given but in truth none was needed each nighlord was ready and desperate to unleash the most holiest of fury on anyone. None pitied the Orks but the tales would surely tell of great victories to come.   

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Abaddon coughed up blood in the training room floor, the red bright against the white. A broken sword in his hand, bruises across his body. Horus stepped forward, tossing his sword away. "You wished the decisions of a Primarch, son. You will have the punishment of one. You lied to my brother Corax. You have dishonoured the Night Lords and led to an insurmountable hatred between our Legions. You cannot comprehend what you have done. Ezekyle Abaddon, you are stripped of your command as the First Captain of the Luna Wolves. I will not waste such a man as yourself, but I can no longer trust you either. You will be confined to your quarters. I do not want to see you or hear from you. When you are truly repentant, you may beg... on your kness, no less!... Beg for my forgiveness. Maybe then I may return to your your armour, and you may fight as a Luna Wolf again." He motioned to his men. "Take him to his quarters. Not a word to him, from anyone!"

Horus looked once more at his once-favoured son, and then left the room.



Horus had shed a tear when he had heard of the fate of the 5th Chapter, and the death of Captain Aximand, one of the Mournival. With his loss, and the censor of Abaddon, half of the Mournival had gone in such a short time. The newly raised Captain Vipus, and the new Captain Loken of the 1st will take their place. But the signs were clear- it was time for the Luna Wolves to rebuild and regroup.

Horus looked at the reports of the Eagle Warriors, handed to him by Sejanus. Horus could've spat in anger. Looking at the tactical data, witness accounts and his own instincts, the Eagle Warriors were no longer safe. Either they had actively tried to murder his Wolves, HIS Wolves, no less, or they would be hunted by those Wolves who wanted revenge. And he had heard disturbing news from Aximand, who fought alongside Magnus... he needed to talk to Magnus as soon as possible.

And the Eagle Warriors will not be allowed to mass in any great number again until he could be sure of what would happen.

He would divide them by half Chapters, to be regulated by others, to be spread among the Legions as gifts and wards, amongst the stars. Most angered of all was his pride. He had placed himself upon the rack for them, and they turn on his men, or leave them to die!? First Horus, and now this! Was he to be surrounded by traitors?

He will give them to only the most trusted of allies. And maybe as a convenient peace offering?



Horus went to meet with Corax, and sat down by his bed during his recovery. "How is he?" He asked the Apothecary, who replied he was stable and sleeping. Horus kissed Corax's forehead. "You took a great wound to protect my Legion, in body and honour. The Raven Guard shall be our brothers." He looked to the Raven Guard who were protecting him. "When he wakes, tell him I wish to speak with him, and the Luna Wolves will be by your side in spirit until the stars themselves die." Horus left. His duties were many.




Horus met with Russ and Peturabo. "This Crusade was a success. We have won much, and we have lost many, many good men. Russ, you have the honour we fought for. Fought so very hard for. Peturabo, you have proven yourself a master of the fleets. This Crusade, it was an honour. Both of you came on my word. I thank you for that trust, and when needed, the Luna Wolves look to do the same." He embraced them both.

"For Corax to be laid low... It is a dark day. It seems we are still men, ultimately, brothers." Horus gave a small, grim smile. "And you have heard of the Eagle Warriors? Even if the rumours are true, I cannot entrust them to my men, for the Wolves of Cthonia are savage indeed and hungry for revenge. I ask to leave some with each of you, to look after. And watch." Horus made his voice low for the last of the sentence.

"Peturabo, I must also ask a favour especially from you." Horus turned to him. "I hope to consolidate what we have done here. But I need the mightiest of fortresses to make sure we can hold what we have gained. Can I ask for you to work with my Luna Wolves to show us how to build the greatest defences known to Man? I can trust you as my brother to do so."



+++ Horus Lupercal to Roboute Guilliman+++

Dear Brother,

My Crusade was a great success, in no small part from your men. However, it is not merely conquest I desire, but for these planets to be made part of the Imperium. I ask if the Ultramarines may stay under my command, so they can teach the Luna Wolves the way of rulership that the Ultramarines are so known for. I also need to speak with you regarding the Eagle Warriors. I shall be heading to Terra soon.

Horus.


+++ Horus Lupercal to Magnus the Red+++

Magnus,

I have heard of what you have found; is it true? Is it what we hope? Is it what we fear? And the Eagle Warriors... there is something gravely wrong here, Brother. Maybe your mind can unravel it? I hope the Chapter I sent to you will be a boon... rather than a curse...

Horus.

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Angron sat in the conferrance room in the base his legion was building, it was much like his legion at the moment; new, no identity, no character of it's own. Like his legion, that would change.

He was reading reports coming in from around the Imperium. He knew he had missed a chance at great glory alongside his Brothers, but he believed what he had gained was worth it. After a while, he got to the training reports of his own Legion, the Third seemed to be trying to use aircraft to move into position whenever they were allowed to and the Second seemed to prefer using man portable heavy weapons. He decided to have both chapters stay on the planet training and recruiting for a while and see what came of it.

Reading the reports from Macragge on the 'Imperial Guard', he decided to have the First train the local PDF, he wasn't after an army to travel with his Legion, just a strong defence force for his home.

After he finished he called in Theodulous. 'Commander, I want you prepare Fourth , Fifth, Sixth and Seventh for deployment, I'll be leading them personally. I want you to over see training of the local PDF with First and to have Second and Third train together. And please have this message send to my Brother Curze'




*** Angron to Curze ***

Brother,

It has been too long since we last met and our Legions have yet to take to field of battle together. I would be honoured if you would allow me and four chapters of my Legion to join you and help expand the Imperiums borders.

Angron

El ShasOcho

Perturabo was tired. He and his legions had fought hard and lost many, but they had held and had grown stronger because of it. Horus had proven to be a powerful friend, and a solid ally. It was good to know he had someone to trust.

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A vessel broke warp at the edge of the Sol system.

As starfaring vessels went, it was not exceptionally large or heavily armed, certainly not by contrast to the gargantuan Imperial Army vessels which quickly beringed it. But it held a gravitas, and a presence, all its own; designed with hauntingly familiar echoes of the STC technology that composed its wary escort, the vessel had an aesthetic all its own; haunting and somber, a sepulchral thing even, but nonetheless filled with quiet, solemn beauty.

Almost before it declared peaceful intentions and a desire to be escorted to Holy Terra, the Emperor and any psykers with him would feel it. A Presence; the signature of a mind as vast and powerful in the psychic realms as any who had ever been encountered save the Emperor itself. It was a mind, at once of terrible sorrow and quiet calm, of contented acceptance of some grand duty or fate. It was a mind that could mean only one thing.

A child of the Emperor had returned.
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The Emperor gazed at the holodisplay before him, absorbing the information as it changed in real time, updated by Guilliman's hand in one of the other chambers of the palace. He watched as lights blinked in the heavens; worlds confirmed to now lie under Imperial rule. Legio emblems flickered and danced, trying to ascertain the locations of each task force.
His eyes lingered on one in particular; that of the Thousand Sons. "What took you to that region?" he asked the display, but it did not answer him.

There was a ripple of energy. The City of Sight flickered in the Emperor's psychic sense, distorted by a new, powerful presence. He cast his mind into the ether, seeing at once its source; a being of immense energy, unrivalled save by his own sons.
"A Primarch returns," he said. At once, the Custodians and the black-armoured Astartes came to him. "Have the vessel brought to Terra at once, and inform Guilliman - he will want to meet his brother."
All but one man left. He wore the black of a Dark Angel, yet his armour was devoid of iconography. He was dressed in a prototype model of the new 'Maximus' armour.
"You have something to say?"
The Astartes bowed. "The Mechanicum are ready to begin supplying the Legions with Mk IV plate."
"Then have them do so."

He moved from the chamber, preparing himself to welcome home another lost son.
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El ShasOcho

Perturabo felt something. It was something powerful, unlike anything he had felt before. A wave in the warp. Closing his eyes, he realized what it was he had seen.

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The Man They Call Jayne

Magnus stood before his brother. The Primarch of the Eagle Warriors sat in front of him. With a gesture he summoned the chapter of the Eagle warriors that had travelled with him and they swarmed past him to be reunited with there genefather.

"Fulgrim, my brother. It is good to see you well. Your Legion needs you. Our Father needs you. We have little time to spare for plesantries right now, please, accompany me immediatly, we must return to Terra."

"As you wish Magnus" replied the winged Primarch "Let us move with all haste."

Returning to Magnus' flagship, they were met with the sight of every single Astropath dead, their heads ripped apart, gore and viscera covering every surface and the Thousands Sons that had been on board seemed almost catatonic. With no astropath to guide them, it would be almost impossible to find their way home again.

Magnus looked to his newfound brother.

"Can you help us Fulgrim? Can you see the Astronomicon? If you cannot, then we are trapped here."

"Never fear Magnus, the light of the Father has been clear to me for many years. Although I cannot promise that we will all get to Terra safely. Many of your warriors may be lost to the Empyrean."

Magnus nodded his head, accepting this fact. And minutes later the Thousand Sons fleet slipped into the Warp, heading home to Terra, and to the potential salvation of the Eagle Warriors.
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"With you by my side, we shall build these lands we won into a fine Empire, something to rival Guillimans..." Horus was saying...

"Perturabo." Horus asked over a game of chess. "Did you feel that?" Horus looked in the distance, at something his eyes couldn't see.

Infinity_Drive

Corax's dreams were fevered, and Agapito remained by his side as much as he could. The apothacaries tended to him for the entirety of each day, and the air around him seemed to shiver when he groaned in pain.

"Your legion needs you, my lord, we must take the fight to the insipid eldar." Agapito voiced his concerns in a hushed tone, his eyes bowed to the floor, unable to behold his fallen father.

Corax saw himself fighting, and in his dreams he slew the Ork warlord innumerable times. Why had he fallen? Why had his guard been weakened to such a degree, and at exactly the right moment for the xenos to strike? These questions repeated themselves in Corax's head, punctuated only by the ghostly whispers of the apothecaries and captain Agapito's pleas for his awakening.
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El ShasOcho

"Yes brother, I felt it. It felt as if it came from Terra. Should we return? I suspect something important is happening."

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"You should go, brother, on my behalf." Horus looked out of the window. "I cannot leave Corax here alone. He has taken a grievous wound, and worse, for me and my men. His men sit, as well, waiting. I've an idea, Peturabo. I cannot leave the Raven Guard in limbo, painfully waiting for their lord to awaken. I must see Corax as soon as possible. Good luck on Terra, Brother." He embraced Peturabo, and looked at the chess game in progress. "We'll finish it later."

"Sejanus, bring me ash." He said as he stepped out.




Horus stepped back into the Raven Guard Apothecarium. From his eyes were thick black lines of ash from Cthonia, from the smoke that always blew on that planet, applied to his face in the tradition of sorrow. He had asked for Captain Agapito to come when he was able to, but noticed that the Captain was already by his Primarch's side. Horus gave the man a sad smile. Would any of his Wolves be any different, were the tables reversed?

He looked to Corax, his long hair wet with sweat, his skin pale, and his heart wept for the pain his brother was suffering. He placed a hand on his forehead. It was cold and clammy. Horus leaned down. "Corax, do you hear me?" There was little response. "It grieves me to see you as such. Your Legion is waiting for you, Brother. I shall do what I can."

Horus straightened, and looked back to the Captain. "Captain Agapito? I have a request for the Raven Guard. If this is not the time, I shall withdraw."

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"If anything, this is the perfect time, my lord. With the Primarch in the state he is, the legion has been left to dwell on his fall- we could use a boost to morale." spoke Agapito, standing to face Horus, who stood taller even than Corax.

"We are yours to command."

Corax's dreams changed, he did not know why, but Horus appeared now, his eyes blacked out with ash from his home of Cthonia, his bolter blazing its way towards him through the maelstrom of battle. Behind him, a score of Luna Wolves advanced in unison, fighting to rescue the surrounded primarch of the Raven Guard.
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