Iron hands successor chapter plotline GO!

*raeven strides forwards, flames flickering, and pushes the high monk back with one finger* "we are the 3rd company. We do not bow and scrape to the likes of you, fight us if you dare, you shal be ash, cinders and ash!" *the salamanders, echo "YOU SHAL BE ASH!"

"Leave now, or we shall burn you" *with a flick of the wrist, a flaming Aquila rises above Raeven*

High Monk: Be wise, Salamander. Save your men, you will not be dishonored of it. If not, none of your men neither you will survive. Even if you do survive, you will not be rightful to take vengeance of it. I am not telling you to bow, just go back. Wee have tje advantage, it would not be a honorable battle.

OOC: Hmn tempted...tempted.

"You know nothing of honour, you consort with xenos, the salamanders know their path we serve the emperor. And we shall never turn our backs and leave, we fight until we die, as space marines and as loyal men of the imperium. *at this the 200 or so guardsmen at the back let off a huge cheer*

Ooc: oh god is shas! M'night shamalamy BS inbound! Take cover!

"So I say again, leave this planet. Before I set your blood ablaze."

*High Monk's voice comes deep*
High Monk: And we, the Church of Circrotgle, have our own way too! A path without blimd faith an unreasonable hatred! A true path we have, telling us to fight to find out the truth! Telling us to fight against ourselves to accept the truth! And then tells us tı fight to make the universe accept that truth! How more a path could be more honorable than this?
*The cry of 5.000 shakes the ground*
High Monk: You seek for war, here you found it!
*As he says it, death rains upon the Salamanders, in the form of unfortunate bolts, dark lances, pulse ammos, plasma blasts, laser beams, antimatter missiles, power fists, warhammers, swords, spears, claws, war axes, maces and all other combined xeno tech empowered weapons, The power weapons, shines with a blinding light, High Monk does the first hit on the unarmored head of Raeven, distracted of the light*
OOC: Wait my turns to play mayn, not cool.

OOC: DAMN RIGHT ASSHOLES!
TAKE COVER!

*around each and every salamander, the flames leap up and form a solid barrier, receding only after the hail of munitions has stopped, one marine falls, his concentration broken, and a dark lance percing his head* "we will not fall" *with a gesture like crushing a skull, the marine who firedthe dark lance screams, as the blood in his veins boils and burns, he scrabbles at his helmet, then falls to the floor* "leave, we do not die so easily" *pointing his reopened fist at the high monk*

Ooc: could do with some shamalamy right now or I may die, and that would suck

++HERESY!++
There is the crackle of lightning-like warp energies as a battle barge enters the Materium.

++THIS IS HERESY OF THE HIGHEST ORDER!++

With three thunderous booms, a trio of battle barges flank the ship, an Inquisitorial ship of all things.

++BY THE ORDER OF THE EMPRAHS HOLY INQUISITION, I DECLARE WAR UPON YOU, ARCH BISHOP!++

"Inquisitor Vergil, it is time."
"Indeed holy son, it is."

++Hear me now Astartes, this is Lazarus Aubrey Dorian of the Eternal Zealots and I have came, to heal this world.++

There is a crescendo of thunderous symphony as several ships enter space, moving towards the planet.

It looks like that there will be a roll battle, you guys set your army scales..

Drop-pods and thunderhawks scream through the space as they hit the atmosphere.
The bellies of the ships opening up, letting the flood of grey craft fill the void, as 10 Companies descend on the world.

++Allow me to formally introduce myself, I am Former Chapter Master, Lord Crusader and Venerable Dreadnought, Lazarus 'The Immortal' Dorian, I am a new man, I am Primarch Lazarus Aubrey Dorain, The reborn, of the Eternal Zealots!++






OOC: OH LET THE SILLINESS BEGIN!

Mine are:
100.000 Monks, all armed with Shadow fields, dark lance weaponary, pulse weaponary, magnet-bolt (uses magnetism to accelerate the bullets, about 3mps speed) weaponary, and combined xeno tech equipments.

The Cathedral, uses every xeno tech that the Church has, famed with its giantic dark lances, oftenly uses webway portals to reflect attacks.

5 Dauntless class light cruisers,
8 strike cruisers
the same techs on theese ones too.

100 space marines, 200 imperial guard, 1 downed battle barge, and an imperator Titan (shut up I got it back somehow k?)

"Haha, the emperors holy inquisition comes for you heretics" *smashes the high monk in the face with a huge two handed thunder hammer*

OOC: And please, Raeven, flames cannot create forcefields, it is plasma, not solid.

*High Monk blocks it*
OOC: give chance to emote, dont simply do things.
And as I said, we will make a roll battle

Ooc: they were psychic shields similar to SOB faith shields, just salamanders psyker abilities are flame based, same abilities, just prettier

Mine are:
1,000 Astartes.
A good 300 of them are medically trained, their gene-seed allows them to heal and take wounds most astartes can't.

They are equipt with a variety of Astartes weaponry.
200 of the marines are "Centaur Devastators."
Astartes in Exo-Suits from the waist down, designed to make them resemble Centaurs, their horse like bodies carry a pair of heavy weapons on their flanks.

They are equipt with a variety of vehicles, including but not limited to the Rhino and Land Raider Apothecarium, designed to be moving ambulances.

1 Primarch.
Wielding a pair of Relic Blades, Jormun and Gandr.
Extensive healing factor and all the strength, speed and skill of a primarch.

800 Sororitas.
Wielding Flamers, Heavy Bolters and etc, along with the Sororitas full arsenal of vehicles.

500 Inquisitorial Stormtroopers, having the top of the line weapons all Scion Tempestus do.

1 Inquisitor, wielding a thunder hammer and relic bolter.

4 Battle Barges
4 Strike Cruisers
6 Escort Class ships.

Ooc: I can't join the roll battle I'm afraid, college tomorrow and its 1am, night guys

OOC: Now who will calculate and see what happened?
I also have 1000 Knights
will play with d100

OOC: Raeven, is it too hard to tell what would happen to your army?

The Drop-pods smash down, and suddenly just as violently as it landed, a door is kicked off it's hinges and smoke clings to the now charging figure as he rockets out of the contents of the pod.

"FACE THE FURY OF THE REBORN!"

A pair monks are skewered.

The Primarch Lazarus, stands there, pair of blacks blades hilt deep in the monks, his grey-silver armour, adorned with a green cloak, various golden highlights on his Relic Armour.

"Who is your leader, scum?" His piercing emerald eyes look down upon the skewered pair, his hood concealing his face, other than his seemingly glowing green eyes.

A drop pod lands in front of the Primarch, Archbishop and Archmonk comes out of it, genetically re-modified with the help of combined xeno techs. As tall as the Primarch, as glorious as him, wearing blinding-shiny armors, Archbishop wielding his blinding-shiny power greatsword, Archmonk wielding a power warhammer and a power shield, shiny as a star*
Himfea: I am the Archbishop Himfea Gaur, of the Church of Circrotgle.
Zuld: I am the Archmonk Kuld Xawaq, the superior of the Circrotgle Monks.

"Then call me the Archexecutioner, you are on an Imperium world, my fathers world, get off."
His swords grind together, sparks lighting up across it.

Himfea: If thus would avoid the bloodshed, I would get off. Would thou give me thy word, Primarch?

"I would give the only word that matters, the word of the Emperor."
"I will pretend that you dared to lay a hand on his Angels of Death, of which, I am the Arch-Angel of."
"I am the man who stitches them back together so they can continue to do their holy work, I am an Apothecary and a General, I prefer the former...and the former, hates to see unnecessary bloodshed."

Himfea: I am fond to see that we think alike, hating the unnecessary bloodshed. But I do not apologise for the fallen Salamanders, Captain Raeven wanted blood, so we gave him some drops.

OOC: I actually have a higher chance ın winning.

OOC: Mind you, an Astartes is worth 5-10 monks.
These astartes are better healing and tougher...8-12 monks.

"I do not regret my brothers decision, nor do I look down upon it, he was doing his job, now I shall do mine and tend to the wounded, leave, this is no declaration of a weaker foe, it is the declaration of an equal...I do not wish to call upon my allies, but my men can hold here for the time it takes for the 6 other chapters to arrive, I ask this for the sake of my men and of the captains men and my allies men."

OOC: Circrotgle Monk = Circrotgle Marine + massive xeno tech

Himfea: Then I shall leave. But beware, I came here to help the surviors, have driven the Tyrannids away, protected the fallen Salamanders from scavengers, but in return I recieve this. This is a reason for me to leave the Black Templars, for you Imperials, everything except thyselves are Heretic. Farewell, Primarch, may the True One destroys thy blind faith, even if I am asking the impossible.

"Yes, if you knew the Betrayal of Aubrey the Grey, then you yourself would be weary of Xenos and their tech."

+a few drops, which I gladly paid in return+

OOC: I don't even remember nicking a fucking titan?! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENNED MAYN

Also, I have 9001 marines, 6000000 titans, 60000000000000000000000000000 guardsman, and a few thousand billion primarchs in my army

Himfea: I do not know of his betrayal, but I do not care if it is xeno or not, I use a technology if it does good for my people, except the case of Chaos heresy. I leave now, but before I leave, I want you to declare it, Imperial will not strike against Circrotgle, neither the Circrotgle will strike against Imperial.

OOC: Yeh, a space marine doesn't have that kind of authority...YOu would have to be talking to a lord of terra for that to happen, either that or the emperor...And we all know how the imperium reacts to guys using xeno tech now...so the imperium would probably never form a non-agression pact

OOC: I'm talking to Primarch Lazarus here, remember?

I am well aware of that

The fact still stands on what I just said

OOC: here is my chance and I do not want to waste it. *Archbishop turns into a hippy and makes peace sign*
"Peece"

Yah maynnn

Ooc: throws a spiff at Himfea, "smoke weed erry day"

OOC: lel faggtz. Tis stuff guut

+primarch Lazarus, your appearance could not have come at a better time, in a pitched battle, I do not believe we could have held for long. On behalf of my men, I thank you for your intervention+

Walks up to raeven, bruised and bloodied.

"Who the feth was that."

OOC if we are playing the I have these soldiers game this is my army. ..

1 ortus w/ paragon blade,autogun and pistol. Scout armor.

"Heretic... *looks at ortus* worse than you I mean, some curch of.... Chihuahua? Uses xenos tech, fuckers killed private Krount" *gesturing the fallen marine*

Himfea: Do not interrupt, Salamander, disrespect me, I discard you.
OOC: No longer, Circrotgle are leaving and the clash is over, with the result half of Raeven's army terminated. (Do not say a word, this is a good result for 5000 vs 300.)

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