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Post second battle~
Within the bowls of the warp and admits the incessant cries of agony among other things in the distance, there was a small pocket that one chaos lord and her warband called home. They where but a fragment of the famed and feared Black Legion, and on this day their lord was certainly not pleased. Storming into her throne room the dark terminator lord tore her helm from her head and smashed her fist into the obsidian table in the center of her war room.
The reason for her foul mood was the bitter fact that she was slain in combat not once but twice by the same upstart Nurgle worshiping Chaos Lord no less. Despite the gifts given to her by the dark prince himself she was still instantly splattered across the field by his powerfist. Chara Quicksliver grimaced as she placed a hand over her stomach recalling the less than pleasant feeling of hot metal slamming into her innards. Slaanesh had been kind enough to revive her and even reward her for her efforts against the rotting warband but her pride was severely damaged. She sat with a huff in her throne and contemplated her battles with Ethus the Repriever.
Her first battle with him had been nothing short of her own arrogance. When she saw the Nurgle lord for the first time in nothing more than power armor and surrounded by rotting plague marines she had scoffed at him and thought her lighting claw was more than enough to rend the upstart asunder. She even had her squad of terminators to back her up and splatter the revolting marines. But no her overconfidence led to the first time a powerfist had wormed its way into her gut. After her death her terminators where actually forced to retreat despite the stimulus drugs flowing through their veins. Her defeat at his hands was utterly humiliating and she vowed to have his head mounted on her wall. In fact there was talk behind her back of becoming something of a Zealot after her defeat.
The second and latest was also due to her pride. She had just entered the battlefield hungry for blood. She and her squad had happened upon a foul group of puss ridden Obliterators. Her terminators and herself threw themselves at the creatures with gleeful abandon, after all one doesn't simply get away with destroying one of her precious forgefiends and live to tell the tale. After making paste of one of the oblits the cowards had ran off leaving the group of black armored fiends to do as they pleased, and then HE showed up. Ehus climbing out of a rhino alone. In that moment Chara saw only red. She sent her terminators in pursuit of the vile obliterators and and went after Ethus .. alone. Therein lied her true mistake. Granted she was more powerful than she was before, but then again so was he. She remembered the burning feeling of utter hatred in her breast as she strode confidently up to him grinning viciously behind her helm as she ignited her lightning claw once more. They battled for what felt like hours to her. She remembered the utter fear in her gut as she attempted to weave around that deadly weapon he wielded. She remembered her glee as her claw sank into his bloated body repeatedly and spilled his vile blood. But after that it was as if he didn't even FEEL her claw. If she had to hazard a guess Ethus probably has little to no active nerve endings. She remembered the relief as her terminators finished off the obliterators and cheered her on before they attempted their own charge into Ethus. But in that brief moment of distraction Ethus struck and sank his fist directly into her chest cavity and completely destroyed her insides. She was promptly banished back to the warp and forced to merely watch as the foul creature picked off her terminators two at a time as they failed utterly to smear him across the ash ridden ground.
Chara grit her teeth at the memory and rose from her throne. She may have lost but her army kept on and pushed Ethus into a literal corner before both armies where forced to retreat. She was proud of her second forgefiend and once more poured her favor on her havocs who wielded their lasscannons with utter grace. The battle may have been a draw but she ended up not only wiser but more powerful than ever. Slaanesh had done something to her. Chara's reflexes where better than ever. Her moves where sharpened to a fine point and now more randomized confusing her opponents to the point where they were hitting her far less often. She also felt healthier as if she had extra muscle or energy imbued into her.
"Milady."
Chara's attention was forcibly stolen from her as she turned to gaze at the entrance of her war room. It was her terminator champion. "Speak."
"The new troops have arrived." The grin that sprouted on Chara's face sent shivers up the terminator's spine. She stalked after him and entered the wing of her facility that contained her troops. As her eyes scanned over the room she took in the familiar sights. Her forgefiends where undergoing repairs, the Havocs where cleaning their guns, her raptors where making repairs to their jump packs, her warptalons where sharpening their already supremely sharp lightning claws and then there was her 'pet', a Herald of Khorne. It was a gift from the Despoiler himself for her services to the Black Legion. Then her eyes landed on her requested units. A group of nine men stood around a rhino, a small cluster of them carrying valuable meltaguns. The champion strode up to her locking his bloodshot eyes with hers.
"You're the chosen I asked Lord Abaddon for?" She was practically purring as she observed the black armored men. One of the melta carrying chosen had a large mark of khorne welded to his backpack.
"Yes milady, we are under your command." A grin threatened to split Chara's face in two.
"Good, you will be joined by my herald and escort him into that which you love best. Pure unadulterated slaughter." His grin easily mirrored her own. "We leave soon to eradicate a Nurgle warband." With that the Slaaneshi lord made her way out of the room to prepare for further battle in the name of her lord Slaanesh and her own path to glory.
Within the bowls of the warp and admits the incessant cries of agony among other things in the distance, there was a small pocket that one chaos lord and her warband called home. They where but a fragment of the famed and feared Black Legion, and on this day their lord was certainly not pleased. Storming into her throne room the dark terminator lord tore her helm from her head and smashed her fist into the obsidian table in the center of her war room.
The reason for her foul mood was the bitter fact that she was slain in combat not once but twice by the same upstart Nurgle worshiping Chaos Lord no less. Despite the gifts given to her by the dark prince himself she was still instantly splattered across the field by his powerfist. Chara Quicksliver grimaced as she placed a hand over her stomach recalling the less than pleasant feeling of hot metal slamming into her innards. Slaanesh had been kind enough to revive her and even reward her for her efforts against the rotting warband but her pride was severely damaged. She sat with a huff in her throne and contemplated her battles with Ethus the Repriever.
Her first battle with him had been nothing short of her own arrogance. When she saw the Nurgle lord for the first time in nothing more than power armor and surrounded by rotting plague marines she had scoffed at him and thought her lighting claw was more than enough to rend the upstart asunder. She even had her squad of terminators to back her up and splatter the revolting marines. But no her overconfidence led to the first time a powerfist had wormed its way into her gut. After her death her terminators where actually forced to retreat despite the stimulus drugs flowing through their veins. Her defeat at his hands was utterly humiliating and she vowed to have his head mounted on her wall. In fact there was talk behind her back of becoming something of a Zealot after her defeat.
The second and latest was also due to her pride. She had just entered the battlefield hungry for blood. She and her squad had happened upon a foul group of puss ridden Obliterators. Her terminators and herself threw themselves at the creatures with gleeful abandon, after all one doesn't simply get away with destroying one of her precious forgefiends and live to tell the tale. After making paste of one of the oblits the cowards had ran off leaving the group of black armored fiends to do as they pleased, and then HE showed up. Ehus climbing out of a rhino alone. In that moment Chara saw only red. She sent her terminators in pursuit of the vile obliterators and and went after Ethus .. alone. Therein lied her true mistake. Granted she was more powerful than she was before, but then again so was he. She remembered the burning feeling of utter hatred in her breast as she strode confidently up to him grinning viciously behind her helm as she ignited her lightning claw once more. They battled for what felt like hours to her. She remembered the utter fear in her gut as she attempted to weave around that deadly weapon he wielded. She remembered her glee as her claw sank into his bloated body repeatedly and spilled his vile blood. But after that it was as if he didn't even FEEL her claw. If she had to hazard a guess Ethus probably has little to no active nerve endings. She remembered the relief as her terminators finished off the obliterators and cheered her on before they attempted their own charge into Ethus. But in that brief moment of distraction Ethus struck and sank his fist directly into her chest cavity and completely destroyed her insides. She was promptly banished back to the warp and forced to merely watch as the foul creature picked off her terminators two at a time as they failed utterly to smear him across the ash ridden ground.
Chara grit her teeth at the memory and rose from her throne. She may have lost but her army kept on and pushed Ethus into a literal corner before both armies where forced to retreat. She was proud of her second forgefiend and once more poured her favor on her havocs who wielded their lasscannons with utter grace. The battle may have been a draw but she ended up not only wiser but more powerful than ever. Slaanesh had done something to her. Chara's reflexes where better than ever. Her moves where sharpened to a fine point and now more randomized confusing her opponents to the point where they were hitting her far less often. She also felt healthier as if she had extra muscle or energy imbued into her.
"Milady."
Chara's attention was forcibly stolen from her as she turned to gaze at the entrance of her war room. It was her terminator champion. "Speak."
"The new troops have arrived." The grin that sprouted on Chara's face sent shivers up the terminator's spine. She stalked after him and entered the wing of her facility that contained her troops. As her eyes scanned over the room she took in the familiar sights. Her forgefiends where undergoing repairs, the Havocs where cleaning their guns, her raptors where making repairs to their jump packs, her warptalons where sharpening their already supremely sharp lightning claws and then there was her 'pet', a Herald of Khorne. It was a gift from the Despoiler himself for her services to the Black Legion. Then her eyes landed on her requested units. A group of nine men stood around a rhino, a small cluster of them carrying valuable meltaguns. The champion strode up to her locking his bloodshot eyes with hers.
"You're the chosen I asked Lord Abaddon for?" She was practically purring as she observed the black armored men. One of the melta carrying chosen had a large mark of khorne welded to his backpack.
"Yes milady, we are under your command." A grin threatened to split Chara's face in two.
"Good, you will be joined by my herald and escort him into that which you love best. Pure unadulterated slaughter." His grin easily mirrored her own. "We leave soon to eradicate a Nurgle warband." With that the Slaaneshi lord made her way out of the room to prepare for further battle in the name of her lord Slaanesh and her own path to glory.
A small writing based on my Path to Glory campaign with one of my friends.
© 2016 - 2024 AlucardWesker666
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