Hic in Suus Nomen (Heresy In His Name)

[Lord Commander Erus]

Originally Posted by Celestial Guardian

OOC: Erus, could you give me some of the planets aprticulars? Weather, normal heat index, etc. I need it for my plans.

OOC: Indeed! It's arid. Hive world, so high pollutants, but not bad enough for atmosphere to be ****ered or need rebreathers. At or around Earths gravity, with the solar system having two suns, so about 3-4 actual hours of night, therefore making it about 60-70 degrees at it's coldest. Prone to rather violent electrical storms due to an experimental Ad Mech facility in the deserted desert region near the Southern Pole.

[wolfpack]

Grendel opens the cask with gentle fervor...he peers inside and his head begins to throb...he gently closes the lid...

I see the trappings of a rune priest Julius...such as I have seen from time to time with your dealings of that chapter...but I am no Rune Priest...they favor the old ways...as I feel drawn to the old ways at times and as you witnessed earlier...there are times they seem to draw upon me...things are happening that I do not understand...and as I have studied them...I haven't enough seasons under my belt to even begin to think that I have that sort of control yet...besides...the power I feel and bear is more than runes and ceremony...there are times that it feels like it will consume me...

Grendel sits down in the chair and takes a long draught from the ale, a ponderous look upon his young weathered face, "What am I missing?"

[Lord Commander Erus]

He smiles, and pats the sword at his belt, the blade bare in it's simple loop like sheath.

'You are missing your will Lad... Those are the trappings to make a rune-weapon of Fenris, true. Though that battered old book contains the ways and secrets taught to me by my former master, one I'm sure you know well. He was a wise and brilliant man, and I learned much from him. Probably the most fearfully powerful psyker to be allowed to be free in the Imperium. The piece you are missing is within yourself.

'Only the Emperor can show you it. Take these trappings, study them. The Servitor will take you to the quarters I have prepared from you. We will have many days before I can search out eyes and ears, and contacts the Inquisition had on this planet. In that time... I wish for you to forge that weapon in your power and style. I also have a fair amount of material on my ship. My master only just sent that book, and two copies besides. I will be taking this blade and consecrating it as well for this mission. When we emerge... It will be to see if your gift has truly come.'

He smiles, draining the amasec and sets the glass on the shelf above the fireplace, stepping back and lifting his hand.

'Every psyker has basic abilities, and then a primary power they develop. My is kinetic, energy related. I can sense the signatures and energies of things, and use them almost like a second sight. But, given the unique abilities of a psyker, I can manipulate them too.. Though it causes great strain, it is useful at times..'

As he was speaking, the glass had begun to vibrate. Suddenly, it splintered, cracked, and explode in a shower of fine sand, each grain still a razor sharp piece of glass.

'Meditate. Seek your power. And when it is done, forge it into the weapon. It will in time become not just a weapon, but a part of you. The true crafting of a force weapon never ends. For, as your grow in power, it will. and you will learn new wards, charms, blessings, and consecrations. Rather like a living thing itself, it will change as you do. Go, and do your duty to the Emperor, and ask him for guidance.'

OOC: I wanted to do a bit of charcter development here. Give a chance to get personal histories and pasts up, and deepen the interactions and meanings behind everyone. Hence this side trip, and others. Julius will be in the main room, working upon his weapon. After the retinue has talked to the Space Marines and done their jobs, feel free to approach. At this poitn, he is just beginning the consecrations, Celestial... Contact me via PM.. I had an idea...

[TheKiller333]

Merafon approaches the Space Marines, noting their size and the apparent aura of strength that they give off. The Power Armour they clad is a symbol of their mightyness and the trust that the Emporer has given to them.

"I speak with the Authority of Lord Inquisitor Julius Sedaire" He says, and the Marine that seems to be the leader turns and acknowledges him. Merafon notices that Sargeant does not attempt to intimidate him, which was what he expected.

"I suggest that you deploy the majority of your men in the side buildings ready to fend off any attacks that come from the Left or Right. I would expect the enemy to have at least a basic grip on tactics." He pauses for the Marine to acknowledge what he has said, and, when he doesn't, Merafon loses patience and carries on. "The majority of the retinue will be defending the front . I will go as high as possible and attempt to relay information on the direction of the enemy attack."

After he finished speaking, he turns to Anvion and addresses him directly. "I want you at the far front. That Power Claw of yours can probably take on an entire army men."

[Lord Commander Erus]

The marine snorts, and as if to prove a point, grabs the two knives that the man ordering about him has on his person, ripping the belt off with it. The power fist in his hand crackles to life, and the knives crumble first into parts, then parts of parts and a fine dust.

'We are His will, mortal. We respect the Inquisitor, but you would do well to tread with respect. Our orders from him are to explain the system to you yourself so we are going to do so, then return to the ship in orbit and await his orders. Also, you seem to be missing a knife...'

He hands the man his knife, a finely crafted mars pattern, standard Astartes issue wit a small humming bead of a power generator and a monofilament blade.

'I am of the Iron Hands, young mortal.. That blade was blessed and altered by Iron Father Medias with a micro-las field. A miniature power weapon. Not as good as some, but it will make a good off hand weapon for you young one... Keep it well, and clean. Honor it's spirit, and come with me to see to these defenses... I am Sergeant Acteron.'

[TheKiller333]

Merafon opens his mouth as if to reply, and then realises that he had gotten his orders mixed up yet again.
"Thank you." Is all he can manage to stammer. His blades had gotten old, and he was in need of new ones, but an Astartes blade? He hadn't expected that.

He begins to walk alongside the Sergeant, and listens to his explanation of the defenses. Meanwhile, the rest of the retinue looks on in awe at the gift that Merafon has just received.

[Lord Commander Erus]

The Sergeant kneels, as if showing the mechanics of a singular hydra flak emplacement the palace had in the guise of a maintenance complex shed.

'Young man.. Your Inquisitor is bright. But often Psykers forget the problems few the flesh, and the worries ofi i. Their minds delve too far into realms not best thought of by the likes of you, or even I. I have worked with Julius before. I have saw him use a single look to literally use his mind to speed the atoms of a mans armor up so it exploded and lacerated him apart into shreds from the inside...'

'Granted we hauled him from that field of battle unconscious from the effort, but to destroy a Champion of the Ruinous Powers, the Lord of Change himself, so is a feat no man should be able to brag of. My own Chapter gifted him with his stature and revived him, after he threw himself in front of a predator to detonate the melta bomb my predecessor died trying to attach.'

'Your fellow retinue members will need someone to bridge that gap. The weakness of flesh, and the foul taint of the Xenos. Your Inquisitor has never had a retinue last long, he does dangerous things. Keep your fellows alive. And do your best to be your Lords calming voice. The Fenrisian is the fury in battle, you need be the calming sense, the voice of mortality. His body has been rebuilt, he's lived centuries, and often he travels with us of the Astartes. He does need to be reminded of his mortality.'

Turning, the Astartes clenches a fist, and executes a flurry of commands in a sign more advanced than what Julius had made his men privy to, the the Marines wheel as one and march out, flawless in their formation, every inch walking gods of battle.

[TheKiller333]

Merafon stands completely still as he takes in what has been said to him. Never before had so much been put upon his shoulders, but he felt ready for the job the Astartes had unofficially graced him with.

He watches as the Marines manouvere, proud to be serving alongside such trusted warriors of the God Emperor. He thought he had known battle on Armaggeddon, but what these men must have witnessed... it did not bare to think about.

As the Sergeant's words sink in, Merafon vows to do his duty to the upmost of his ability. He turns to the rest of the retinue.

"Men, this day will be a long fight. But you will make it through this battle, as you have countless fights before. For we are Soldiers of the Imperium, and we will do our duties. You heard the Sergeant, arm those defenses, Move out!"

[Lord Commander Erus]

Julius stood in the Chapel. The main room was barred, except for a room which he had posted a Servitor to, a gift from an Ordo Hereticus colleague, it was a brutish hulk almost as tall as a man with twin chain blades on the arms, flamers mounted below each, short range, but set to emit globs of the fluid rather than streams, to light ground and structures afire. A deadly defender for a house or street.

Candles are light, casting a light blue glow and tint to the room, with incense burning, and all the furniture cleared. An austere rug is in the midst of the room, a single table, still glistening with an oil daubed aquilla, serves as an altar.

Julius stands stripped to the waist, and devoid of power armor. Scars cris-cross his body in a maze, and over it all persist the cruel, strange Eldar runes all about his body. They seem to wriggle and writhe as Julius begins to chant in High Gothic, an archaic mode of it at that. The sword he has borne for centuries begins to hum, the runes and script along it slowly lighting up like a white sun, growing brighter and brighter and spreading to the tip painfully slowly.

Sweat begins to bead on his brow, and Julius strains. His muscles are obviously taunt, and the tattos seem alive, though one can sense a struggle not just physically, but internally. Julius is battling not only his body and mind, but forces outside of it. His teeth grit, and the language slips to a fluid, musical tongue, something alien and not meant for humans lips, though it comes forth from his.

The blade suddenly springs to life, seeming to hum and rattle violently, the white glow rapidly turning several shades of ice blue, then halting mid-way through, a brilliant sky blue. Again, the language clips back, harsh High Gothic, and the glow slowly begins to change color again. Though the Inquisitor shakes with the effort, and is obviously straining, his neck bulging and quivering with strain.

A mental and psychic shock wave echoes out from him, a veritable ripple within the warp shoots out from him, a beacon to any being who could sense the warp. As he begins to further empower the blade, attempting to unlock all the barriers and wards place upon it by the previous wielders to awaken the blades inner spirit and fuse it truly to his own.

[TheKiller333]

Merafon enters the chapel in search of Julius only to stanned in a stunned silence at what he witnesses. He can only stand and watch , not interrupting on what seems to be a ritual he should not have burst in on.

[Celestial Guardian]

In gathering in the main room at Location Two Perilinae began to feel dizzy. He stumbled during the meeting only to fall to the ground in short order. Everyone present noticed the aura glimmer faintly around him before exstinguishing itself.

M'yen was afraid this would happen. Things from the Eldar world had slowly been slipping into his plans since he accepted this mission. Now they were bleeding into the mission itself. Silently he cursed the Eldar and their abilities in is native toungue, and an idea came to him.

He motioned to the Swooping Hawk who stood nearby. "Exactly how hard is it to work those wings of yours?" "Any Eldar with the proper understanding should be able to, but they will lack the grace of a Swooping Hawk. Why do you ask M'yen?" "Do you have another set?" "My equipment is only for myself. That is the Eldar way. We are taught to become an aspect, not just wear the gear." "That is a shame my feathered friend," M'yen replied while helping the Black Guardian to his feet. "It was a good idea."

Perilinae looked into M'yen's eyes with a glazed portent of reality. "Look into my gear. The Council sent a package with me. In your mind's eye I now see it is time to use it,..." With that Perilinae went limp in M'yen's arms.

After settling Perilinae into another room to rest he opend the man sized box sent along with Perilinae by the Seer Council. Inside was a suit of Eldar armor. It gleamed in the black of the craftworld it was forged on. Tiny sigils made their way across its surface swimming their way to the helmet nestled at the top. M'yen smiled as he saw the distinctive wings of the swooping hawk armor on it's back. "You're people amaze me Hawk. I thought I had an idea, and it seems they have had one for me. Tell me what you know about this."

"It is a legend, even I thought it to be nothing more than old myth, but here it stands. The Opal Armor. It is a portent of destruction to my people. It is said that he who wears it will go to great glory and lead our people to a freedom unknown. It comes with a price however," Darakumn stopped for a moment. "What is that price?" M'yen asked with concern evident in his voice. "The soul of the wearer is lost to the armor for all times. He is not himself, but all who have worn it. Those who have worn it have all been,..." he trailed realizing what was happening. "Have been what?" "Farseers." "And?" "And Perilinae has started bonding with the armor. That means the sword is on this planet. He will go for it the minute he puts this on." "Then I guess we should start getting ready ourselves then."

[Lord Commander Erus]

Again, Julius curses. The language is guttural, almost brutish. Not Chaos, but the chopping motion with his arm is primitive, and he suddenly snaps back tot eh fluting tongue again, the glow deeper blue, straining as he reaches to grasp the sword now blazing like a sapphire sun. His eyes strain closed from the radiance, and even his enhanced frame struggles to heft it, bracing it. The light condenses to a single point, which echoes outward in a coalesced beam of singular pure radiance.

Though no mortal man can see it, any with the gift of sensing of seeing the warp will see a beam as wide as the building he is in, encompassing a huge radius, flicker into life and then thin to a single line of power and rush back into the blade.

The ceremony complete, venerable Inquisitor slumps to the floor and collapses to his knees, sword in front of him, eyes closed, quivering in exhaustion.

[calvor]

After seeing the deathwatch marine hand over one of there combat knives Anvion walked off towards where Merafon had said to go he got there and started to think how this reminded him of armagedon the smell, the heat and the sence that there is going to be a battle somewhat soon. He remebered how he had stayed awake for days deffending against the onslurt of orks with out stoping. with that he saw what looked like an amassing force. He voxed Merafon
"You need to come see this I think they might be getting ready to attack."

[TheKiller333]

Merafon hears the message on the vox, and replies with a quick - "I'll be there soon" - seeing that the Inquisitor is exhausted. He still feels that he should not have interupted, but nonetheless rushes to the Inquisitors side.

"Sir.. are you ok?" He asks, and awaits his reply, be it good or bad.

[Lord Commander Erus]

Julius rises. He seems not to hear the query, and stoops to pick up the blade. A flickering witch light plays along it, eldritch fire of a shifting mother of pearl color, and sparks of black lightning leaping around him.

Slow, steady strides are made. He is still stripped to the waist, in only shiny, stiff black patent leather boots and loose fitting breeches. the sword point is dragging along the ground, an ominous, evil scratching.

Suddenly, a flickering nimbus begins to play about his head in an aura of power. The air about him begins to hum, and in a shower of sparks the blade is brought to bear, ghostly flames swirling all about him now as the lightning begins to arc off him, shattering flagstones.

He rushes, a wordless cry on his lips. The once plain, strong face is contorted in feral rage, carefully braided hair crazy and wild. Grendel would say he looked like a tribesmen from his planet of Fenris. The eldar tattoos on his back begin to writhe, seeming to come to life.

In what would be jaw dropping speed for an Astartes, Julius is at the gate where the first spotting was reported. Julius is breathing and shuddering, literally seeming to take three breaths for every one of a normal mans, his muscles quivering. Any who have served with him would know he is employing his own unique psychic talents to propel his internal kinetics and metabolism to dangerous levels.

His eyesight justs picks out the black and gun metal of a rhino in arbites colors, suited for crowd and riot suppression. He grins, an expression utterly cold, and his voice is a dry, wheezing rasp, with a scratching echo to it.

'The Governor wishes to dine with us my friends.. We shall send him to the Emperors table! Man the guns, and fire at anything that moves in the streets!'

With that, Sedaire leaps, soaring through the air the length a long jumper would hit and rolls, coming up on his knees, sword thrusting forward. Lightning arcs forth as the tattoos on his back burn, along with pearlescent warp flames shooting from the blade. Both impact the front of the vehicle, and it explodes in a shatter or ceramite and flesh and flak armor.

He is charging forward again before the cloud of fuel is done detonating, twisting and whirling, he spins over in mid air a huge piece of the vehicles front plate armor, and lands front foot, feet away from the next.

Eyes narrow as a hand thrusts out, and the entire vehicle vibrates and begins to shudder. Screams and small pops like rotten fruit are heard inside, and suddenly the entire thing yet again explodes, though Julius is already yards ahead of it, charging a salamander, snarling.

Something has gone wrong, for his sword is jerking in his grasp like a thing alive, and the color is reflected in his eyes, the exorcists mark on his right hand glimmering golden and he levels his blade parallel to the ground and perpendicular to his charging shoulder. T

he buildup of power around him a tangible stench of ozone, as again the vehicle begins to shake and vibrate, manging to flee his sight before a faint whumph is heard, and finally the Inquisitor stops short and abruptly, stumbling a few steps like a lost child before collapsing to his knees.

Spittle drips from his lips, as his eyes roll about in his eyes and his muscles quiver and contract completely at random, in what appears to be a full on seizure.

[Celestial Guardian]

Perilinae calmly strides to the armor none have left to guard. He spends a few moments running his slender hand over its surface and then proceeds to encase himself in it. Voices travel through his head at the speed of light as he struggle sfor control of the armor. Before anyone save Darakumn knows what is happening he has flown out the escape hatch in the roof.

Darakumn follows him at speed, but can not seem to catch him. The legends seem to be right on one point once the seer was encased nothing could hold its own to stop him. Perilinae was growing ****her away by the minute, the distance between the two lengthening every moment. Ahead he sees something he had not thought possible.

Perilinae swoops from the sky like an eagle leveling for the kill at the Inquisitor below. The Inquistor with glowing eldar runes no less. Oh how he was beginning to hate this legend, for now he knew where he stood in it.

[TheKiller333]

"My Lord!" Exclaims Merafon, running at full speed in an attempt to catch up with him. "This is suicidal!"
Before long, Julius has reached the gates and in madness destroys his supposed "Enemy". Merafon can only watch in transfixed horror at the scene playing about before him.
Raising his pistol, he shouts one last request of the Inquisitor to stop, however the words go unheard over the screaming of the Arbites.

The Inquisitor stops, and Merafon hopes it is because of his senses returning, and not some unseen force. But as the Inquisitor drops to the ground, he once again hurries to his side.

[Celestial Guardian]

Perilinae dips in the sky like an oversized black hawk. Darakumn starts shooting at the figure at the inquistors side. The rounds find their way into the ground around the now croutching figure.

The black armored farseer is heading straight for the Inquistor. Theman at the Inquisotr's side raises a weapon at him, but Perilinae does not care. He knows it is not his time to die, the time streams tell him so.

Darakumn pushes himself at full speed to cut off Perilinae, but the dark figure easily pulls up leaving the swooping hawk to slam into the figure below guarding his prey. The two roll in the grime left from the burning tanks on the soil.

Like a villian in afairy tale Periliniae picks up the Inquistor and deftly flies away in short order. He speeds away in an erratic pattern that makes little sense until he has cleared the line of sight fo the humans below. Thenhe heads back to where he came from.

Darakumn unsure how someone who had never donned swoopinghawk wings before could best him in aerial manuvers, leaps into the sky and dsiappears in the same fashion. He may know the legend, but he was going to get some answers.

[TheKiller333]

"What the HELL Just happened?" Screams Merafon at noone in particular. But he is cut short, as a sudden gun shot fills the air, and a crowd rushes around the corner towards the Mansion. He had completely forgotten the situation. They were coming.

Merafon stands and pulls out the knife gifted to him by the Marine, along with his Exitus pistol and retreats back, aimlessly shooting into the massive group of rebels amassed, carrying various weapons. Lasguns seem to be plentiful, but as do weapons such as auto-pistols and knives.

"Emperor Bless us!" Merafon shouts as he enters the gates. "Men, rip those filth apart!" At this, the air is split by screams and gunfire from the rebels and the defensive emplacements. Taking a position far above the battle, in an upper section of the building, Merafon pulls his sniper rifle off his back and it doesn't take long for him to be in a prone stance, firing at anything that is outside the gates, and threatens the Mansion.

OOC: Calvor gets some fun now =D

[calvor]

BANG!
The bolt fired and struck a rebel busting into flames as Anvion run past holstering his bolt pistol as he ran into the nearest group of rebels. Bringing the Orkish powerclaw around cuting the closest in half. Drawing his power saber he twisting and turning killing any body who was fullish enough to get close, in a way that nobody though a man of his age could do.