The EverchosenTrialled and judged, he shall lead us all.The Everchosen5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Steer our path unto mortalkinds fall.
His call is their call, echoes of past.
And finally comes the world's justice at last.
He rides through reality though it revokes him.
It cannot repulse, it moves at his whim.
We follow, we serve, we cling and we roar.
Living on the edge of life like never before.
Death of fertile earth.
Never a rebirth.
Evolution, magic's end.
Never will it mend.
The apocalypse has only one great rider.
You will come to know him as Undivider.
Risen, perfected in all emotion sublime.
He is the lord of the end of time.
Armies of concepts, beliefs and thought.
Your own one's destroy, mutilate you.
Warping, menacing, what scheming ones brought.
But that's a low price to pay, seen what is true.
For these armies have all the worlds might at their back.
Against gods there's no use, sleep, fade to black.
I shall go join them, there's only one way.
To escape endless wrath, pain, change and decay.
So, here he comes, bringing ruptur
Athenya-Daughter of FulgrimAthenya Tyeuthe pushed herself through the drill again, again and yet again. Each time failing to dodge or at the least parry the final attack delivered by the training cage and was knocked to the floor a new bruise blossoming somewhere on her body. Despite her failure she savored the drilling, it was the only time where thinking about the events taking place to her Father and Legion was not required. Finally, Athenya parried the final attack and disabled the cage. She put the huge axe she had been drilling with to the side and took up her two handed sword, her favorite weapon. A gift from her Father long ago when she had first completed her training.Athenya-Daughter of Fulgrim4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Athenya had met her father, Fulgrim primarch of the Emperor's Children, shortly after her fourteenth birthday. It was a monumental moment for her, looking back she wondered why she had never asked her mother many questions about her father.
Athenya lived an average childhood, or an almost average childhood, she had been almost six feet ta
Colours of the Enemy"I don't understand this." said the tech-priest.Colours of the Enemy3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Commissar Phokas did not understand either. Among the wreckage of the battlefield he saw the distinct forms of an an Imperial Land Raider and two Leman Russ battle tanks. Yet each of these vehicles was painted in the garish colours and patterns of the Eldar Harlequins. They were hung, not with Imperial banners, but flags emblazoned with the twisted and decadent designs of the Eldar. The three Imperial tanks were not the only captured vehicles among the wreckage; he recognised the brutish form of an Ork battle-wagon, similarly painted in the same flamboyant diamond pattern.
"They had vehicles of their own," said Tech-Brother Gottschalk. "Strange, sinister machines that are faster than ours. Why did they need to steal our sacred armour?" The tech-priest's voice was heavy with grief. Had his eyes not been replaced by cybernetic devices, they would have run with tears.
"The ways of the Xenos are mysterious, my friend," said Commissar Phokas.
Mass Vexations: Chapter 16"Damn it, Serviceman! What were you thinking, defying orders like that?"Mass Vexations: Chapter 165 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ash was going to fucking die and you know it! You should've gone back to save her! Why the flying fuck would you come for me?"
"Serviceman, there were other salarians there! I went to you because that would ensure the least casualties. It's good I came when I did, Serviceman! Most of team Aeghor almost died trying to defend themselves there, all because you sent the others to the rendezvous point! Were you trying to die?"
"You wouldn't fucking understand, Shepard!"
"Oh, I understand perfectly, Serviceman! You're lucky you're not actually Alliance personnel, otherwise I would have booted you off this ship first chance I got. Defying orders like that is no small matter, Serviceman! From the way you behaved on the battlefield it seemed as if you were an entirely different man from the one I know!"
Debriefing Fuck, this is not going well. It's bad enough my cover is barely being maintained But then I have
Grigori Mandate, Heavy Rain DivisionGrigori Mandate, Heavy Rain Division4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Grigori Mandate, Heavy Rain Division, Black Water Company, Special Mission Unit.
The name 'Grigori Mandate' both refers to all of the Imperial Guard Regiments that fall under it, as well as the mandate that enabled their founding, issued by Lord Inquisitor Grigori Faust of the Ordo Hereticus. Though he knew fully well that he could requisition any Imperial asset at any time when he needed it, the Inquisitor tired of disbanding them when he no longer needed them, and more importantly, he tired of the delay between when he issued orders and the men needed were under his command.
Though the legislation in the Mandate itself was worded exactly as complex as the Administratum prescribes, it boils down to a simple concept: Grigori's own birth planet, Nox Loctum Prime, was turned into a 'factory' for the Inquisitor's private army, much like most of Cadia's population exists solely to guard the Cadian Gate. Unlike the Cadian Regiments, the Nox Loctum Regiments are much more mo
Life expectancy: 30 minutesBut he wasn't ready, he could never have been ready for what was about to befall him. He gripped his weapon tightly, his insulated gloves squeaking against the polished wooden handle, his finger trembling on the trigger. He faced his comrades with haunted eyes, all knowing full well what was expected of them, he turned to his sergeant with the same look, but the old, scarred, veteran just nodded at the brooding figure in the shadows. The private tried not to glance at the man as he murmured litanies of devotion from his chap book, while resting his free hand on the butt of his pistol. The threat was clear and the private turned away, once more facing the drab, grimy ramp not three inches from his face. He could smell the pungent oil dripping from its hinges, the sweat of his unit , crammed into this clanking, stuffy contraption, he could even detect a faint aroma of the balms and oils with which their rifles were anointed. But all such trivial detections were forced from his thoughts aLife expectancy: 30 minutes5 years ago in Settings More Like This
DreadnoughtInspired by One by MetallicaDreadnought5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A flash. Heat. Darkness.
I wake up. I am staring into the blank, expressionless face of an
Apothecary. He is studying me, like a surgeon studies a patient. I try to blink. Something seems wrong. It takes twenty seconds before I realize.
I have no eyelids.
Terrified, I try to touch my face, but I can't feel my arms. They're not there. Neither are my legs. Seeing me struggle, the Apothecary speaks in a hateful monotone.
"You destroyed the tank, brother. However, secondary explosions injured you grievously."
Grievously. As if a word like that could describe my death.
"The explosion amputated three of your limbs, and damaged your right arm so badly that it had to be removed as well. Fires melted the majority of your skin. The Emperor smiled on you, however, and your backpack prevented shrapnel from reaching your vital systems."
He smiled on me, yes. He smiled with irony as he welcomed me into the eternal darkness of a trapped warrior. I kno
My PhilosophySanity is to self preserve,My Philosophy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as insanity is the empowerment of the unused mind.
Desert SeraphCover me in fabric blue,Desert Seraph2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
conceal me in halo hue
like an angel of the sand
watching o'er Noel's land.
And when the flutes start to play
among the cups of molded clay,
let me dance for all to see
the beauty of His majesty -
Child so young, yet oh so bold
reminiscing tales of old,
with humble heart deep within
her starry eyes and gleaming skin.
Let the sweet rebirth begin,
while the world is free of sin.
Witch HunterWitch Hunter5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Her hand came up sharply, in a halting gesture and her company froze. Their breath misting before them in the damp through fare, weapons gripped tightly across their chests and eyes scanning the grim surrounds. Grey towers of granite and plas-crete soared above their heads, their apex's seeming to taper to a single point, framed in the fading, purple twilight. Yet even this inexhaustible light source failed to illuminate their passage, for here in the under hive, no light pierced the veil of shadow. Stagnant puddles of brackish water riddled the pitted and scarred pavement and the structures that bordered their path were either plastered in a thick layer of faded recruitment posters and various promotional materials, or simply vandalized in the foulest manner.
An echo reverberated off of the densely packed walls, increasing in volume with each passing moment until the slight skittering of hurried steps became booming waves of thunder in their ears. The company looked to thei
Don't Give UpIf 1000 voices are ringing through your head, whisper to yourself "Their not real "Don't Give Up4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If 100 backs are turned to you, tell yourself "I'm better off alone."
If 90 tears are cried, remind yourself "He's not worth it."
If 80 roads are destroyed, say to yourself "I'll make my own."
If 70 answers can't be found, say to yourself "I'll solve the problem."
If 60 cuts are scars, tell yourself "This is enough"
If 50 friends left you for dead, confined in yourself "I don't need them in my life."
If 40 lies are told, remind yourself "My heart will only hear the truth."
If 30 nightmares frighten you, say to yourself "It was only a dream."
If 20 bricks are crushing you, catch your breath and say "It hurts, but I'll stay strong."
If 10 regrets are circling your head, remind yourself "The future will be brighter."
If 4 bullets were remaining, remind yourself "I'll make the right choice "
And if a single smile is beamed towards you, speak with reassurance and say "Maybe there's hope "
The Defence of Vandea"Squad Bravo, come in, over."The Defence of Vandea4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is squad Bravo, over."
"Brothers, the Alien have reached our position. Get the Captain to the Thunderhawk. It does not take a genius to establish we have failed The Emporer this day."
"Understood, brother. Emperor be with you."
The sky was a shroud of grey and blue with the occasional beam of almost-holy sunlight bathed the bloodied ground littered with amber-clad Tau soldiers somewhere deep in the jungles, along with the unpreserved bodies of fallen Blood Ravens. The Alien forces of the Tau Empire had destroyed most of our Orbital Beacons, levelled our Land Speeder production facility on the western side of the jungle, and Rhino Transport factory to the east of our stronghold.
"Brothers, stand your ground! The Alien scum approaches!" I ordered, pulling the enormous cocking handle back on my .75 caliber Bolter with a heavy clunk. The sounds of readying weapons behind me as two squads of Blood Ravens took cover behind sandbag emplacements and s
Keelah se'laiKeelah se'lai1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We were the demise
Of our own creation
They took our lands
Nation by nation
So we fled
Into the darkness of space
To save what was left
Of our death bound race
They arose against us
When the one with the hole
Asked a dangerous question
"Do we have a soul?"
All was lost
We fled with our fleet
We wouldn't know the feeling
Of Rannoch, under our feet
All I dream of
Is to see a sunrise
On our home world
With my own eyes
Then he came
The human of earth
The one called Shepard
Who has fought for all he's worth
And when doom emerged
Out of the barren ground
We knew the source of the Geth
Had been found
The Reaper stood tall
For everyone to see
And Shepard brought it down
With the Normandy
He took back our world
And brought down a Reaper
And our people knew
He was a keeper
So we assembled
The Migrant Fleet
And the galaxy would know
Our incredible feat
And in the times to come
I fell for our savior
And he noticed it
With my change of behavior
He didn't deny
That he fell for me
And with my
The Zanatorian's BackgroundThe Zanatorian's Background9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
-- In The Beginning --
The Zanatorians are an ancient machine cult that turned renegade several years after the Horus Heresy, there leader High Magos Zanatos of Mars was convinced that the Imperium would eventually reach its breaking point under the constant siege from its enemies and fall into chaos and drag humanity down with it.
To prepare for the inevitable Zanatos left with his followers and founded the Zanatorian Machine Cult, an organisation designed to protect humanity from the madness of the Imperium and when the end came save humanity from the bring of extinction and lead them into a new golden age.
Without the Imperiums restrictions Zanatorian machine cult were free to research into the most ancient and forbidden technology. One of which was robotics and AI, that would soon become the foundation of the machine cult.
A Millennia pasted and the Zanatorians had created a small empire in a system within the uncharted territories beyond Imperial space. A
FoE: No Hope Bolek the Blaze looked across a white horizon interrupted only rarely by the occasional pine tree. The snow was easing up now, but still Bolek could recognise the unmistakeable scent of death in the air. The Northmen were coming, Jan Stal had said, and it was best to leave. Bolek liked the little thinskin mayor. He was good company and had the best liqueur. But Bolek would not leave. Though the Great Maw did not whisper to him as loudly these days, its voice was clear on this one thing Estfelberg must not fall. And anyway, Bolek thought, where would he go? No, he would stay and Berta the Great Cannon he tore from the battlements in Praag would stay with him.FoE: No Hope6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Instinctively, he felt for the colossal shape at his back. It spoke volumes as to his relationship to the cannon that he no longer considered it separate from himself. In his mind, Berta was as much a part of him as his stomach, an awesome, inseparable, unstoppable thing.
BeltaineJoin us on this first of May,Beltaine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To sing and dance,
to laugh and play.
Leaping over the roaring fire,
we cry and chant,
our heart's desire.
We call out, for all to hear;
Blessings upon you all,
Summer is here!
I In The MirrorThe demon is knocking at my door once moreI In The Mirror4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
His very breath rumbles the door,
as a mist fills bot my room and heart
Is this mist a manisfestation of fear itself,
Or fear beyond the treshold of fear
Fear whatever it maybe it beckons me,
My feet, to move, move and move until
My unwilling hands caress the door knob
The door knob turns when my hand turns
The door creaks as my heart creaks,
The mist settles to reveal,
To reveal a mirror reflecting
an image of
I in the darkness.
ExorcistsBy my will I deny thee, by my heart I spurn thee, by my hand I destroy thee; fiend of emptiness, to the void I cast thy blackened soul...Exorcists4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
In the darkness of the far future the forces of the Gods of Chaos are destroying the last vestiges of humanity. Daemons, living nightmares, serve to quench the eternal thirst of their dark lords. Humanity has a chance however. Trillions of human soldiers fight each day so that humanity may yet have hope of existence. Amongst them, the greatest are the Adeptus Astartes, Space Marines, genetically enhanced super-soldiers whose sole existence is to cull the enemies of Man. Today we explore the story of a Chapter of noble servants of the Emperor, as they fight to restore the maddened galaxy from the forces of the D
NemoTell me what's left,Nemo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I can search through my thoughts.
Trying to find a place where it's true,
"No You're not.
But It's okay."
No it's not.
I don't feel whole,
I don't feel home.
"How will you survive?"
I don't know.
No I Won't.
Speak a little faster,
So each word can blur into the next.
No One knows , Right?
Wrong, Everyone will know.
They all saw the tears falling from my eyes,
The trails they cut,
Down my cheeks.
From my chin to my neck.
"It's going to be okay."
Not it's not, No it's Not!
I tried to scrub them away,
But I still feel them pulling at my skin.
So don't touch me.
"Are you okay?"
Don't talk to me.
"How are you?"
This is another Nevermore.
"I'm so sorry this is happening to you...."
It's just another NeverAgain.
The HurricanesThe Hurricanes4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Founding chapter- Imperial Fists
Founding- Fourth founding
Chapter Master- Pertantus
Fortress Monastery- Eye of the Storm
Colors- Camo green, silver trim (including chest Aquila)
Veteran status- Silver helmet
Captain/ honor guard- Gold trim/Aquila, maybe helmet
Gauntlet member- Gold helmet
Specialty- Siege and defensive tactics, xenos warfare (tyrannic war frontline veterans, especially)
Battle cry- Fury of the Imperium! Fury of the Emperor!
The early history of the Hurricanes chapter is understandably unclear, with its founding so close to the great heresy, as most records during that time were undergoing purge, recovery, or replacement. But it is clear that the Hurricanes had been founded from the geneseed of the accomplished Imperial Fists chapter, and that they had remained steadfastly loyal to the Imperium since its founding aside from the reported isolated incidents early on in their history while the chapter was still young. Th
The Mossflower Conspiracy 01"Major Bentbow, this is highly irregular," Sergeant Fairburn protested.The Mossflower Conspiracy 014 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"When has the Long Patrol's slogan ever been: 'We do it in a highly regular way,' Fairburn?" Major Gale Bentbow retorted, continuing her search through a filing cabinet. The hare stopped, her brow furrowing. "Come to think on it... dashed silly slogan, that, wot with Colonel Crumpthorn's bowe--"
"I'm sorry, ma'am," Fairburn interrupted, "but I still don't understand wot we're even doing here."
Gale sighed as she pulled out a likely-looking folder. "Records, Fairburn. Records! Can't jolly well expect old Percy Pembroke to rig the betting for the annual Dune Races without them. I've been coming up short in the Officer's Mess, you know? I think Major Darby's been lying to me about his 'winning system'. You remember he was putting me on about those invisible pasties last spring? And the bouncing chamber pots before that? And... Well, anyway, Corky's the one who keeps the records. So, here we are!"
"Yes, ma'am." There w
Night Haunter - JusticeHe hunched, almost doubled over, under the broken frame of the doorway, trying to stay out of the rain. Not that he disliked the rain, but who wanted to get wet unless necessary? He was still soaked, dirty rainwater trickling down lank black hair, plastered against a strongly built face. Black eyes calculated and scrutinized people who hurried through the downpour, watching, noting every movement. Nobody paid the watcher any attention. No one noticed, not in the unvarying gloom. If anyone had, all they would have seen was a young boy, one of many orphans that populated the city of Nostramo Quintus.Night Haunter - Justice6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Blending into the shadows and avoiding the gaze of others had become second nature to him, wrapped comfortably against pale skin that had never seen sunlight. Left unnoticed worked for the benefit of this hunter. Tonight, just as every other 'night', he was on the hunt. Ready to mete out punishment to those that broke the ethical code he held. He had become aware of what was right and proper
Angels Incarnate GuideAngels Incarnate Guide4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Angels Incarnate
Successor Chapter of: Blood Angels and Dark Angels.
Strength: 1000 active Astartes, 2500 on leave. 3000 Adeptus Sororitas support personnel.
Primarchs: Sanguinius and Lion El'Johnson
Chapter Master: Primus Deus
Fortress-Monastery: Angelicus Shrine
Colours: Gold, Dark Angels Green, Blood Angels Red.
Speciality: Juggernaut Advances
Battle Cry: "For the Lion! For the Angel! For The Emperor!"
The Angels Incarnate are a very new chapter, founded, or rather made, in the final moments of the Battle for Quesra, the world which the 5th company of the Blood Angels and the 4th company of the Dark Angels, and their administrative and supporting units that follow a typical Astartes strike force.
The chapter has yet to be accepted by the Emperor, who seems to be deliberating whether or not to approve of the chapter's actions. By seceding from their own chapters, the Angels Incarnate have now classified themselves as renegade deserters. It is only because they a