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My 40k Tale - Chapter 3"First time I saw him I wanted to kill him. There is no reason for anything such as him to breathe. If Kevi or Yril had wagered me, I would have been cleaned out." - Ghenlin on the service induction of Gatrok
Hectorum, Emperor's Hill above Treece House
They had left Jolin with the parked trak in Treece Square as Guard made another patrol through the city. The fighting had moved off towards the west of the island. The village had been bombarded by artillery while Treece had been cleared out by armor and infantry. It was easier to move through Treece House, the building was a silent reminder of their brush with death. They went around the house and on to the brushwood covered path as they began their ascent up the mountain. It seemed the last folk to travel this particular path had come through years ago. The stone borders on the edge of the walk were still visible, worn down and chipped at
My 40k Tale - Chapter 2"Always making wagers. You'd think your job was easy." Ghenlin said from the chair in the ship's lounge.
"Follow orders, shoot things." Kevi replied smiling.
"Doesn't get any easier than that." Yril put two thrones on the table, "Now, how's about that mission wager eh old man?"
"Both of you put down five and I'll think about it." Ghenlin threw back his amasec as more coin hit the table.
Treece Square, inside Treece House
"Though I walk through the darkness, with the Eye upon me I fear not, for thou art with me." Heiko whispered the proverb.
"The path I walk is steeped in adversity and temptation, but you guide my hand." Yuki followed.
"Let those with false promises speak upon deaf ears, for your's is the voice I hear." Sister Superior Adilse finished.
The corridor shook one last violent time before everything fell silent save for loud heavy breathing on the other side of the doors. All of them held their breath as they waited for something to
My 40k Tale - Chapter 1"Was it what you expected?" she asked knowing the answer.
"Not in the slightest." Kilsam replied.
He stood next to Gracel as the giant suit of armor took off it's helmet revealing a buzzed head of hair atop what would in a different situation have been a grim face, a smirking brown eyed Astarte. Ghenlin was nearby trying to stifle his laugh as Teila stood open mouthed at the sight. Both of them realizing they had jumped head first into something much bigger than they had imagined. Heiko and Yuki stood in silence as Gracel turned to face them all. Truly, the Emperor had blessed her with this retinue.
"Ghenlin, are we cleared for landing at the Schola grounds?" she said looking over the slates on her desk.
"Yes mamzel." the reply on the ship vox chirped awash with static.
"Would you be a dear and make contact with the Guard Command and tell them I wish to visit the site as soon as possible after touchdown. And have them
WH40k Inspired 2Brothers in Arms
Caldis stood in the middle of the blood drenched battlefield, his armor still wet with gore. The sand and patches of grass were as one with the red and black pools. The cultists, heretics and traitors lay dead and dying as the rest of the Imperial Strike Force walked over the ravaged landscape, between the pyres of inferno from the wrecks of vehicles billowing smoke high into the green clouds above. He took off his helmet, latching it to his waist with his one remaining grenade and rubbed his scalp.
The whole of the chapters battle elements had descended upon the northern continent of this god-forsaken warp ruined planet. The taint ran so deep that the land itself was blackened. He did not envy the commanders ordeal, leaving only the First, Second, and Tenth companies at home, and bringing everyone else. How proud were those Third Company brothers when they were awarded the few dozen suits of
Road to Paragon
Another ding chimed over the stations loud speakers as she tilted her ear towards it. There was another delay in the trains due to some rail damage along its route through Kings Row. Apparently some heroes were going at it with Clockwork again, and it was understandable with the recent rumors shed heard.
Paladin. She spoke to herself as she pushed her hair off her face, Wonder if its real? she sighed.
So far, Paragon wasnt what she had expected. City of Heroes they called it. Shed been there almost a day thanks to the delays, and had yet to see a hero. But then again, thats why she was here. Her sensei had told her, this place would be her calling, where shed find a use for her gifts.
She folded her arms across her chest as she lowered her head, looking at her shoes, scuffed sneakers. She wore her lo
Rumble in Eden
Min, Paine, whered you girls get to? Miko Black said, tightening her grip on her phone as she looked over her situation.
Dont worry Miko, we picked up everyone, well be there soon, just stay alive!
Miko had no time to respond as a huge claw ripped at the ground she had just occupied. The Nemesis Army had found a lone hero, and cornered her in the ruins of a small office building. She couldnt get off the ground and fly, snipers made sure of that. She could only look on as the soldiers surrounded her, and watched the Warhulk stride toward their prey.
The Warhulk was huge, but not as foreboding as the other robot behind it, the one that looked like Nemesis himself. Miko dodged another claw, barely. She breathed hard as her wound opened. She had been hit by a sniper trying to escape, and paid for it. Her vision was blurring with the ongoing blood
The blackness enveloped him, his sight useless. He clenched his fist and found it gripping loose damp soil. Terra. He knew the word; he knew the significance of it. His mind was a blur; pain racked his body as his ears began to function. The sounds blared at him. The loud buzz fading into smaller more diverse things. First a boom, then chink-chink, and finally a voice. He tried to move the rest of his body, it would barely respond to his will.
His body shook and weightlessness gripped him, until sharp pain rattled him and brought his eyes awake. A line was drawn with earth, brown spots overlaid by patches of dying brown grass and weeds. Black scorch marks charred the earth around him as a cloud of dust slowly descended back to the earth. The sky loomed to the right of the line, its green color spotted with clouds as black as obsidian as ships moved across its
Enter Miko Part 7a of ?
"You do have the goods, don't you Carl?" she flipped her red ponytail back over her shoulder and raised her eyebrow slightly.
"Of course I have it!" Carl replied, his voice cracking with fear as his eyes darted between her and the only way out of the small quarry, "My guy is going to call me once the shipment arrives!" he took out his phone and held it up, "Please, just give me five minutes!"
"Tch." she rose from her chair violently, knocking it over as her combat boots crunched the gravel under her feet, "I told you to bring it in person, was I that incoherent?"
"No please!" Carl backed up as she began to crack her knuckles, "I can get you the goods just give me some time!"
She smiled faintly as she pulled the strap on her neck, bringing her dirty brown cowboy hat up on to her head. The light was fading in the back of the quarry, and she blocked the only path out to the quarry's main 'road' and back to the streets of Paragon. Brickstown was a in a state
Enter Miko 7b of ?
Her heart ached horribly as she sat, waiting for the tram to reach the next station, the echo of her last words to her sisters replayed over in her mind. She had trouble deciding if she had dreamt it, but when she reached for her sword's pommel and grasped air, the dream vanished, and the reality set in. The one thing she had a talent for, the one thing she could say she did better than most was now far from her, the distance growing every step on her return home. No, her sister had been right, she was leaving home and going back to the place of her birth. Back to a foreign place that she had long since forgotten, almost.
She fiddled with her wide brimmed straw weave hat in her hands on her lap in front of her. Rotating it back and forth, listening to the rattle of the tram as it rolled, hearing the rain hitting the roof, and the eery quiet of the compartment. There were only a handful of other people on the tram
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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