Soldiers of Faith

[Iron Warrior]

...Oceans and rivers ran red with blood, The red ichor saturated the earth, Geysers split and sprayed blood everywhere when they erupted. These were the doomed times...

...The eternal war split Morlon 3 into two factions, The Knights of the Blood Dawn lead by Grandmaster Artimas Milan and the Cultists of the Talisman of the Burning Hate headed by the Daemon Zithix'xalor, called the War God....

...Knights and cultists fought for years spilling the blood of one another, blood that only fueled the War God. The Grandmaster knew this and with each battle his Nemesis grew stronger and inevitably he would grow too powerful to defeat...

...The temple stood inflames on top of the plateau in the middle of the city. Blood ran through the streets like streams and rivers. Nothing was unscathed or bleached the color of red. Only The Grandmaster and the Daemon stood on the steps of the temple, the time for the final war has come...

...the battle lasted a month before Milan knew he could not slay the War God. Instead he lured the beast to a cave where a deep chasm of lava flowed beneath the crust. Opened like a great wound on the planet exposing its hot flowing life blood. Milan stood on the edge of the cliff goading the Daemon closer. The Daemon came and with a vengeance, before it could swung Grandmaster Milan plunged his halberd into the ground beneath them and sent a pulse of energy through the cliff on which they stood. It soon began to crumble beneath their feet. The War God
tried to use its wing to avoid the doom of falling into the molten rock below but Milan plucked his halberd from the earth and swung in a vile arc to remove one of the Daemons wings. Its remaining wing was not enough to carry its bulk to saftey....

...The Daemon and Milan suffered the same fate, One died the other encased in cooled molten rock of eternity. The daemon, although imprisoned still feeds off the blood spilled upon the soil of Morlon 3...

A large figure in Dark red power armor closes the book after fingering through the last passage. His armor is lined in silver trim and wears a cloak of black leather. Icons and daemon faces adorn his armor as well as daemonic scriptures. His head is a grimacing skull with two eye lights of small red flame which move as they read the books title..."Grimoire of True Names"

[Iron Warrior]

Morlon 3 is a hive world settled by the Imperium during the great crusade. Its feudal community now modernized over the years by imperial technology. The populace lived in 4 of the huge spire cities with over 4 Trillion. The planet is located in the Gates of Varl in the Segmentum Ultima. The planet has been under the supervision of the Imperial Governor for 20 years now with the aid of The Sister of Battle whom has two Cathedrals on the planet.

Though the Sisters are a heavy presence on the planet the Imperial Governor does have 3 regiments of Imperial Guard, 2 Arbite precincts and the local PDF under his command. The Governor is a battle hardened General retired after the last war on Morlon 3 which cost the world much of its resources. The Governor, Then General, and the Sisters of Battle joined forces and quelled a large scale rebellion on the planet 30 years ago.

Today the population is content and quiet in the hive cities. Daily tasks are preformed with efficiency and everyone gets by on hard work. Most of the population works in the machine factories of the world producing arms to be exported to the Eye for the defense. These weapons are under close examination of the Adeptus Mechanicus whom have a small but loud presence on Morlon 3. Those that don’t work in the machine factories sign up for the Imperial Guard regiments or Arbites. Few find life as an out law ganger on the lower levels of the spire cities fighting for territory and greed. Near the top of the Largest Spire city and Capital of Morlon 3 is where the Eleccsiacrhy resides. A High Cardinal gives guidance and prayer over the world and works closely with the Sisters of Battle and the Imperial Governor.

Much seems to be going well for Morlon 3 but this planet has seen darker times in the past and is about to see dark times once again. The ancient enemy lurks in the darkness, and Dark Gods sleep waiting.

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The day was dark and the sky was grey with clouds. The wind blew bitter cold like winter was coming, it was an unnatural cold. Something wicked was in the air. A large monastery of the Battle Sisters sat in-between the valleys mountains. Their leaders were inside with a small contingent of warrior sisters, the rest off on a hunt of false pretences. No doubt a ruse, and those sent out were already on their way back. They sky darkened by the seconds until it was as if there was no sun at all. The temple was barely illuminated in a surreal light when the first one was spotted. It was 100 yards away using the darkness to conceal itself. Barely a shape in the darkness, but what ever it was, it was big, larger than a normal man.

The Sisters were on alert from then on. Time was running out. On the northern side of the temple stood and odd looking figure thought to be a sculpture of ancient times preserved by some act of faith. Three spires of stone driven up from the ground like talons reaching to pierce the sky. They stood 15 feet at the tallest one. As you approached then you began to feel an ominous aura around them, which has given them their importance. Ignorance and fear feeds the fanatics of the Imperium. These 3 stones have more importance than they know. This is why the Sisters have been tasked with its protection.

Hydron Vol knew what they were; he had studied them for some time. He had been looking for them for 2 years now and finally he had found them. Vol stood 8 and a half feet tall. In the dark light his ancient power armor reflected silver trimming. The armor was that of a dark red, runic writings cover its surface as well as deamonic scripture from some unknown text. Clutched in his right gauntleted hand was a weapon of Darkness. A Deamonic presence could be felt near and around the weapon. It was a sort of wicked mace with a glowing red center. It gave off a faint black aura while in Vol’s hand. Draped down his back flapping in the harsh, cold wind was a cloak of black leather tattered by time, not that Vol needed the cloak to warm him. The thing that made Vol stand out from the rest of his Traitor Marines was his head, a grinning sinister skull with sockets alight with flames for eyes.

Vol had led his host of Word Bearers to Morlon 3 with some allies: The Violators Chaos Space Marine legion and a remnant Black Legion force. Some weeks ago the 3 legions were spotted by a Pack of the 13th Company Space Wolves and have been on their heels ever since. Vol met with the Lord of the Violators and the Daemon Prince of the Black legion, he devised a plan. One force would occupy the 13th Company; the other two were to assault the Monastery. The time had come, The Black Legion made planet fall first and the 13th company took the bait. The Word Bearers and the Violators went and made planet fall on the same continent as the monastery.

Vol waited near a large tree in the darkness for the signal to start the assault. The double doors to the monastery swung open slowly, heavy with time. Out files Battle sisters and formed a firing line in front of the monastery’s north entrance. At the same time out of the west Doors file more and forms a line there, and out the east passage is an immolator. The have found us out thought Vol. He waited patiently knowing the Violators lord would signal the attack. Vol’s marines were flanking him on both sides as well as his second in command; know simply as Slaughter Master Bronn, commonly called that for administering the Rites of Pain and Flesh.

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A boom sounded in the distance and a large explosion shook the monastery ground as a shell hit the side of it. Large chunks of brick, stone and mortar came tumbling down upon the sisters killing a few. Vol nodded to his men and sent his own shell into the monastery replicating the act of defilement. His own defiler had hidden in a large cluster of trees. Vol’s Word Bearers began their approach. Forty strong with chain swords and bolt pistols the rushed forward letting their armor protect them from the bullets being shot at them. The Sisters managed to reform and renew their defense. As the Word Bearers and the Violators closed in they could see the reinforcements of the Sisters arrive. Slowly they began to arrive. The Slaughter Master took a squad of traitor marines and went to intercept the reinforcements and he did so with shocking efficiency.

The Violators were heavily assaulted by sepharim and immolators, while the Word Bearers took on Celestines and an Inquisitor. Though the Violators had more machines and weapons, the Word Bearers unleash Daemons upon their foe. From their foul icons they attracted daemons from the warp, lithe, seductive and deadly minions of Slaanesh; Daemonettes, Burning with hate and war, the hounds of hell, Khornes own Flesh Hounds, and the leathery winged daemons call Furies whom feed of the fear of others. As they were summoned a Champion Traitor marine informed Vol that their daemon reserve was empty. Vol knew that this far from the Eye and the Maelstrom daemons were hard to summon. There would need to be a cathedral built so more could be summoned. This meant time and resources, neither of which was in abundance.

Vol’s Word Bearers were making their way to the cathedral center; The Slaughter Master was running with both power cleavers flailing in the air towards the monastery’s center. There the Violators Lord was combating an Inquisitor and retinue for control of the monastery. Vol himself was engaged with a Sister Superior Battle sister, one of their leaders. The battle went quickly as according to plan, one thing however they did not count on was the amount of losses. Vol killed the Sister Superior with a blow from his Daemon weapon. The Violator Lord and Inquisitor fought for a long while before The Slaughter Master charged into the monastery to join the combat. The Inquisitor was crafty though and knew before hand that the Slaughter Master was behind him. As he dodged the blows from the Violators Lord, the Inquisitor ducked just as Slaughter Master swung both his cleavers at his head. The inquisitor plunged a power stake into the Slaughter Masters chest before he could recover, what the inquisitor didn’t count on was the Violator Lord recovered from his attack faster than anticipated and raked his lighting claw along his back digging deep into his armor and body. Blood began to drip from the crease between the Lighting Claw and the hole in the armor. The Inquisitor fell to his knees cursing the Violator Lord. The Lord threw the Inquisitor off his claw and let him fall to the ground broken and dying.

Vol entered the monastery to see the final moments of the fight. Behind him his word Bearers followed. Around them broken bodies of Battle sisters and Inquisitorial henchmen lie. Their blood seemed to be sucked up by the earth and stone beneath them. This small incursion had been successful. Chaos now had a foot hold on Morlon 3 and it would take hell to remove them.

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Klaxon warnings and alarms sounded from inside the Imperial Coms Station. The Station was illuminated in a dull red as alarm lights flashed on and off. A calm female voice echoed over the com signal.

"Warning, perimeter breach....Perimeter Alpha; Compromised...perimeter Beta; Compromised...perimeter Gamma; Compromised..."

A man in an imperial officers uniform looked at the console in front of him as another worked its dials and buttons. A small vox unit was screaming orders and obscenities under the warnings.

"...Officer Ryalek...whats going on with the perimeters? I'm showing our defense platforms are still active but the perimeters are breached?..."

Officer Ryalek looked at the man at the console, the man just shrugged and went back to the read outs. sweat was pouring out of Ryalek's forehead and he had a nervous look on his face. He was trying to understand why the defense warnings are going off. The female voice repeated the warnings again over head and the vox screamed again

"Lt. Ryalek!! Answer me...whats going on?!"

The Power supply station was in danger but from an unknown and hidden enemy. The station supplied most of the power to the surrounding hive city but most of all it powers the Defense platforms for the space port. If some one was to turn them off the space port would be defenseless for a few hours until they were able to reroute power from other sources.

Elrick ran for his life, his bulky power armor echoed in the pipes he ran through. It was dark, rancid and wet down there. His breathing began to pick up as he sprinted away. He looked behind him before tuning a corner. His Power armor was wet from the sewer water that he was ruining through. Elrick was calm, he had been in situations like this before. His task was done now he had to get out before he died. Now that would be humorous thought Elrick as he jumped over a low laying pipe. Lets not die today there are too many imperials to kill and I haven't had my fill, he thought to himself with a vile grin on his lips. He hear booms of an explosion far off in the distance and ran faster...uh oh it started. Behind him he saw an orange glow coming closer he turned and sprinted for his life. He saw the end of the pipe where daylight was shining in...he ran and lept in time for the fire to exit the pipe with a force that would kill a man. He landed on his stomach in the rancid mud.

There was some dark laughter as the smoke cleared and he heard them.
"Nearly got your arse blow off this time, eh Elrick?!"
"He he well at least you are where you belong now, face down in the mud....come on, you cant kill imperials lying down" An arm extended to him to pick him up. It was his squad mate, Garius and Korin.
"I should have sent you Garius", said Elrick as he took his hand and stood up
"But Erick, Garius is too fat he would have never made it through the pipes..." said Korin, And They all laughed

"Come...time to kill..."said Elrick and he rose to his feet, "Vol will no doubt want to reward us with slaves, lets get to the front" The three Word bearers ran off through some ruins to meet up with the main Host.

The Power supply station went up in a ball of fire. Rockrete and armaplas was thrown into the air. The building was destroyed utterly. Down in the streets the fighting stopped briefly between the Sister of battle and the Word Bearers. A Cheer from the word Bearers could be heard all through area of attack. The battle had been won, now it was only a matter of time...

With the generator down the space port was defenseless, the way it had been planned, thought Hyrdon Vol...hopefully his ally could take it with as little resistance as he had here...competence is one thing he had yet to see in either of his allies. His mind drifted to the subordinate Black Legion faction and what they have been doing...he has not heard word from them in some time. Perhaps they are dead or hiding off the 13th Company as planed. Either way was good...Vol turned to the wreckage that once was the power supply station and grinned nodding. Either was good...