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| The Great Wolf ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | Grendel hears noise...GUN FIRE!... his mind senses things around him as his eyes flicker open...dust still hanging in the air, sounds all around him of battle...there is a girl...was it all a dream? he slowly sits up...feeling a bit of nausea as the effects of his own powers still tingle the back of his mind... There is a shot gun lying close by the young lady leaning against a wall section...he looks around for his weapons...FETH!..they are lying on the ground amidst a group of Arbites...LIVE Arbites...weapons trained on his position...Grendel growls and reaches for the shotgun...he wracks it one handed and begins to run through his catachisms...relaxing his mind and remembering his training...everything suddenly becomes clear and the events of the afternoon come back to him...he nods to the girl, as he sees blood trickling from beneath her armor...this has to end now...he feels the power in his mind and knows what he must do... "Arbites! I am Inquisitor Grendel Darkmane of the Ordo Xenos, you will cease and desist in the name of the God Emperor and his holy Inquisition or I will be forced to declare you traitor and have your lives and the lives of your families expunged in his name, in doing so your families and the rest of the citizenry will suffer...have I made my self clear!" Grendel stands and lets the power wash over himself...he understands now what Julius meant...the grogginess of his earlier release washes away and he realizes his power and feels its strength wash over him...HE had to be ready...HE had to know his own limits...the wall that barred his earlier attempts seems to slip from his mind...he embraces his power and lets it slowly flow around him like a spectre chained to his physical being...a shadow manifest about him...in the back of his mind he begins to recite the catachisms to the Emperor that Julius taught him...he strides forward...holding out a hand... "Arbites! I will not say this again...if you do not comply I will terminate your lives and sign the documents myself declaring you Traitor Excomunicae...ordering Exterminatus on you and your families! Drop your weapons and step into the open!" His Bolt Pistol and axe returning to him as if they were alive...The remaining arbites training their weapons on the interrogator...the shotgun held at his side as he holsters his pistol and slings his axe each in turn...Grendel approaches the Arbites position and lets his power ease out...frost forming around his feet, the temperature in the air dropping slightly around him...His catachisms resounding in the back of his mind as he forces himself to maintain control lest he fall to that which he is trying to control... "Do not force the issue gentlemen...I will destroy you if you force me to do so!" He looks about him at the mess of thawing body parts and shards of half frozen flesh that he caused... "Do you wish to end up as these have? Lay down your weapons and come out or I will come to you, and It will not be pleasant!" Part of him is hoping they comply to avoid further blood shed, part of him wants to rip them limb from limb...Grendel releases a little more of his control as the power snakes across the ground and begins to form little patterns of frost on several surfaces...the charred hulk of the Rhino before him...the bodies of the fallen...their own breathes becoming visible to them the Arbites comply... "Who is in charge here! I want a name! NOW!"
__________________ I am Wolfpack, my fangs are long, my hair grey with age...I am The Great Wolf...I fight with bolter and Axe, my armies vast, my word final. A true son of Russ, my honor above all, I hunt the heretic, the xenos, and the witch and slay them where they stand! ![]() My sons hunt our enemies, slay them where they falter and bring their pelts to Fenris |
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| | #122 (permalink) |
| Corporal ![]() ![]() ![]() | Twisting around, with his power sword extended slashing the nearest Arbite killing him instantly, with none close Anvion sheaths his power sword and draws his bolt pistol seeing that the Arbites have stopped attacking he holstered the bolt pistol, he is amazed as he sees Grendel standing in front of the arbites moving towards Grendel he stops as he notices the coldness that hangs in the air.
__________________ ![]() In those days spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were real men, women were real women and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri. -Douglas Adams Am I jumping the gun, Baldrick, or are the words 'I have a cunning plan' marching with ill-deserved confidence in the direction of this conversation? -Mr. Blackadder |
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| Lieutenant ![]() ![]() Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Im not entirely sure. I think im stuck inside an alternate reality where im blue and the sky is me.
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Blog Entries: 1 | Cautiously sheathing his dagger and hosltering his pistol, Merafon, alarmed by Grendel's sudden exclamation and the chill in the air, approaches his new "Master." "Sir? The leader was apparently killed during the first wave. They've been attacking out of free will." He says, hoping that his body wouldn't soon become just that, a frozen pile of flesh. "As far as I could see, there was some rabble of an organisational Sargeant who had taken control.." Subconciously, he steps back from the awesome power that leaks from Grendel, and awaits the reply.
__________________ ![]() 'Heretical filth... I am an Inquisitor... I AM YOUR JUST LAW!' - Inquisitor Julius Sedaire ![]() ![]() Quote:
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| The Great Wolf ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | Grendel looks around..."Merafon, please see to the young lady in the courtyard...I believe she is one of ours"...he looks at his friends with a wry smile..."Anvion...if you would be so kind as to escort these inside the gate and disarm them"... Grendel activates his vox implant and summons the two weapons Servitors to the gate area from the main house..."Cohort clear, stand down, Aymeric and Jhedin I will need your assistance in the courtyard, we have guests... Grendel begins to go over things in his head...he saw Eldar...swooping hawks...how did aspect warriors stay hidden here?...and the Tau hiding at the starport...the greater good...what a crock that was...if there were xenos here he would have to consult with Aymeric...where was Julius Grendel knew where he was...the xenos had him...he would have to try a pyschic scan...but not here...not yet...he would need help...the rest of the party had to be brought up to speed, and there was the Arbites to contend with...the judge...hmm yes the judge...why hadn't he thought of that before?... "Which one of you is in Charge...who is the Highest rankin man?" Grendel asked without hesitation... A few moments passed as the squad of locals looked at each other, back and forth, til a scruffy looking man with greying hair stepped forward, "I am Inquisitor!" "Contact your Precinct house and tell whom ever is in charge there that you require their presence...also tell them that the Ordo Xenos is ordering them to make their presence known immediately and if there is any further incident, you and your squad will pay for it...do you understand me?" Grendel stares at the man as his breath suddenly becomes visible... "Yes Milord, right away!" and the man activates a vox channel as he sets his helmet back on his head and begins relaying the message... Within minutes, a black squad car appears from the direction of the precinct house...a typical style civilian vehicle with Arbites markings and the red green flags of a judge advocate flying from the front fenders...
__________________ I am Wolfpack, my fangs are long, my hair grey with age...I am The Great Wolf...I fight with bolter and Axe, my armies vast, my word final. A true son of Russ, my honor above all, I hunt the heretic, the xenos, and the witch and slay them where they stand! ![]() My sons hunt our enemies, slay them where they falter and bring their pelts to Fenris |
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| Lieutenant ![]() ![]() Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Im not entirely sure. I think im stuck inside an alternate reality where im blue and the sky is me.
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Blog Entries: 1 | "Yes sir." Merafon felt himself relieved as he heard Grendel's tone. He didn't know what had frightened him. He was never frightened. But something had... awakened inside the new Inquisitor. Heading over to Rosylin, Merafon steps over the bodies of former Arbites. Whistling at some of the injuries that had been inflicted, and wincing at the frozen shards of flesh, he picks his way through, occaisionally standing on the odd hand of someone still alive. No Mercy for the weak The thought creeps into his mind before he can prevent it. "Welcome to Hell." He laughs as he reaches his destination. "Of course. I'm guessing you've already seen hell -" He glances at some of the bodies -" Freeze over, I think being the appropriate term."
__________________ ![]() 'Heretical filth... I am an Inquisitor... I AM YOUR JUST LAW!' - Inquisitor Julius Sedaire ![]() ![]() Quote:
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| Corporal ![]() ![]() ![]() | With that the seasoned commissar obeyed. He lead the Arbites in to the courtyard, disarming the ones that still had there weapons, Anvion ordered them towards the nearest wall.
__________________ ![]() In those days spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were real men, women were real women and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri. -Douglas Adams Am I jumping the gun, Baldrick, or are the words 'I have a cunning plan' marching with ill-deserved confidence in the direction of this conversation? -Mr. Blackadder |
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Blog Entries: 5 | Julius stands upright, suddenly, a feral gleam in his eyes as he looks about the room, his face waxy and his eyes almost glowing.. He smirks as his captors scramble to ready weapons, and raises his hands, opalescent fire swirling around them, a golden nimbus flickering about his head, his voice almost serpentlike. 'He is mine, fools... And there is not a one to stop me... Where is his sword? '
__________________ ![]() "Truth is infinite. It is defined by our perception of the facts; therefore we can never know absolute truth, we can only guess at it. A man who knows he has done no wrong needs no redemption, regardless of the views of others. The truth is what he believes it to be. A man who knows he has done wrong can only be redeemed when he chooses to forgive himself." -Lord Inquisitor Balkoth Black Saints Adeptus Astartes Chapter |
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