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Sunday, December 27, 2020

Branded Part 8 - The Garden

 


Branded Part 8 - The Garden


The garden was lush with a high canopy of green foliage concealing the vast tracks of throbbing tubular spore and fungi covering the broken stone. Hot humid air coursed through the environment fostering the plethora of wicked vegetation. At the heart of the garden there was a deep pool of pitch black ichor shining under the morning light. Tendrils of twisted plumes erupted from the very center twisting about in the soft wet whispering wind.


There came a sharp sound as the form of three armored figures shimmered beside the pool. One stood taller than the rest clad in pure black plate, two swords hung from his belted waist, each at either side. One was long and forged from steel while the other was a short gladius. His two companions carried large shields and were armed with swords as well. The former drew his long sword and slowly approached the dark pool. He thrust the tip into the poison and watched in silence as it began to consume the ichor. The steel blade grew dark then black until it had emptied the pool then he sheathed the blade and suddenly they vanished.

Sunday, November 08, 2020

Branded Part 7 - Azkellon vs Kharn

 


This story takes place in an alternate universe where maybe justice is more revered ...

Long ago in the past during the Gamma Beta Campaign just prior to the Heresy

Smoke poured from the craters as alien attack ships flew above the Space Marines. Vorias concentrated, maintaining a kine shield to protect his command squad. He watched in silence as the aliens quickly advanced pouring fire power down upon them. "Open fire." he commanded. Their bolters barked firing into the black tide. Suddenly reinforcements arrived cresting the swollen hills. The Librarian looked up to see Kharn charging down with a huge squad of Inductii. Their chain axes revved as they hit the line, the Aelderi began to fall back as the mad Berserkers carved into them. Limbs were shorn off and bones pulverized.

Vorias voxed to his squadrons to break away from the melee. As one his World Eaters left their trenches quickly moving over open ground to take a new position. "Open fire."  The Aeldari mesmerizied by the sudden emergence of Kharn and his Inductii were caught off guard, bolter fire tore threw their lines shredding them to a bloody pulp. "Hold." The World Eaters crouched beside Vorias waiting for his next command. They felt the ground heave beneath their armored boots as something enormous loomed over the dark hills. It’s crest rose up revealing a Wraith Knight striding towards the battle.

There came a wicked sound from above, a high pitched scream of burning jets as a golden figure descended from above. The lone Blood Angel wore a glinting death mask, an axe in one gauntlet and a long cutlass gripped tight in the other. Azkellon dove dropping like a burning meteor falling upon the alien revenant. The Librarian watched as the Angel attacked. The construct screamed in pain as the weapons fell to their task.

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Azkellon walked away with a noticeable limp in his stride. The bodies of butchered xenos littered the bloody battle ground. "Kharn." said the Captain of the Blood Angels Sanguinary Guard through his vox as he strode closer to the throng of close by World Eaters. The vox gave a mechanical tint to his voice, it sounded deep and menacing. "You are charged with war crimes."

Kharn laughed. "You are either brave or stupid. Who put you up to this Azkellon?"

"By decree of the Emperor you are found wanting. Lay down your arms and surrender now." replied the Blood Angel as he continued to limp forward towards Kharn. "My Liege is gifted with the prescience. Those who will turn to the fell forces must be put down to prevent the rift. You have been found wanting." His jump pack suddenly ignited as Azkellon leapt up covering the last of the open ground in a single leap. Kharn dropped back raising his axe in defense and snarled. The Berzerker felt the bite of the butcher’s nails clamping into his spine as he spasmed.

Azkellon was swift as a ghost driving his cutlass into the side of the Betrayer. His strong hand gripped the hilt turning the blade as he rammed the tip through Kharn’s back. The World Eater saw pitch black for a moment then struck back with his empty gauntlet delivering a crushing blow to the golden death mask. The foil peeled away revealing a pale stern face with glittering eyes burning like raw emeralds. The Blood Angel ran his tongue over his razor sharp fangs then spat black acid blood into Kharn’s eyes. The Berzerker yelled as he felt the orbs melt back info the sockets. He was blind.

Azkellon’s axe struck in a looping figure eight decapitating Kharn with the savage strike then the Betrayer tumbled sprawled across the sordid dirt. His body spasmed. 

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Branded Part 6

 



Vorias fought against the binding solely focusing his will.


"Some say my love cannot be true. Please believe me, my love, and I'll show you. I will give you those things you thought unreal... The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal." said Drect as she watched. "Follow me now and you will not regret leaving the life you led before we met. You are the first to have this love of mine, forever with me until the end of time."


Vorias felt the ectoplasmic limbs cover his face, digging into the hidden folds of his armored plates.


"Look into my eyes, you'll see who I am. Please take my hand." She reached out watching intently.


Etheric cerulean light began to glow splaying out from the Librarian’s eyes. The weapon cut through the air as he wildly swung it back and forth. "I am my own master." Slowly the ectoplasm began to evaporate until there was nothing left.


"Follow me now and you will not regret leaving the life you led before we met."


Vorias laughed. "What choice do I really have you wyche?"

Sunday, October 04, 2020

Branded Part 5

An endless sea of stars shone brightly above in the night sky. A huge fire pit crackled, the red hot coals blazing against the darkness. Drect sat beside the pit staring into the shimmering waves of heat. Vorias stood behind her as silent as the night. He watched as a pair of falling stars streaked across the abyss, their cosmic tails intertwined with each spirally in a series of random patterns.

“I have something for you.” she said in perfect Gothic. Slowly she stood. Follow me.” The Archon began to walk along the edge of the pit. Vorias followed behind her. She came to a halt at the terminus. “There.” she said pointing down. His eyes fell following her single pointing finger. A long scabbard lay upon the barren ground, the hilt protruding from the rim had been fashioned in the head of a Void Dragon, large multi faceted gems had been fit in the eyes, sparkling with a life their own.

Vorias bent down upon one knee reaching out to grip the hilt. Briefly it seemed to wrest in his gauntlet fighting his grip then it lay still. The Librarian felt a slow pulse stirring within the weapon, quickly it synced to his twin beating hearts. He rose again drawing the long blade free. Its edges were fractal shimmering like broken bits of a dark mirror. Gazing into the entropy he spied an image of himself looking back into his eyes. The sword felt light.

“Bind it.” Drect said.

Vorias pulled at a slim silver chain encircling his neck with his free gauntlet. A small black orb hung dangling at the end. It seemed to pulsate, writhing upon itself. Clasping it tightly the Librarian ran it along one edge of the blade. It shrieked like a wild banshee piercing the utter silence. Pitch black ectoplasmic tendrils erupted suddenly engulfing them.